Course she says he says 99 per cent to say 75 percent odds not too bad, even the ninety nine to a measly one per cent that certainty enough to lock in.
The Shylock says of; (when hitting head on ,but no, not at all to put out this thing , it’s in the worlds, and that is, -coughs, need friends will travel in bc a jet ski, mean plane, looks around anything if; he caught it?
Had a dream in an office job knew no one and doesen’t know anyone. Then the manager woman comes over while dreaming; why did you take off clothes and go bedding by it’s embarrassingly, and then says to her ever so softly ‘have nothing to do
Busy work you’re not in grade school.
And sadness I’ll never leave used, on principle only if fired, and see that on principle being impassable.
And then this person, / guys comes in say’n you fuxxking idiot don’t you know what’s happening ?
Then quietly whispers : ‘not a thing, don’t worry’
And he was the seeetest person in the office you never really want to know.
…but stand bi me, the promise that will touch, keep, cause journey here soon to go to there: the constant contentions prescription to trustX2 to U, so as to know(no-meno) my constant and consistent faith of due consistency.
(Says before leaving on a jet plane: to know me is not to see me)?
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…it was a solipsistic moment, for two,
And in that moment, all the world was a stage…
…but who knows if anyone was looking on,
Who cares if anyone was looking on.
. The oddest things certainly do happen, to me…
Some people thought his behaviour was admirable, a Black artist demanding agency in an industry built on denying Black artists’ agency. Some people just thought he was unbearably arrogant. “I am who I am when I am it,” he shrugged at one Rolling Stone reporter.
In the long years after his star waned, he remained as unrepentant and intractable as ever. It didn’t matter how many lurid articles depicted him in all his ruin – a hopeless drug addict who hadn’t released an album of new material since 1982, when he allegedly vanished during the making of Ain’t But the One Way, leaving producer Stuart Levine to piece together the finished product as best he could – or how many loudly trumpeted comebacks never came to pass. Stone continued doing exactly what he wanted to do. “I never lived a life I didn’t want to live,” he tells me today.
Certainly his show goes in , making little difference if the overcoming of that sublime yet recognizable thin sheet of Mylar separation that does make a huuuuge difference in reviews like Rolling Stone ( not aware of some like that, but there was once an interview other than the above)
The image, his, is a haunting, a vehicle which will always sustaine it’s self in the AI cosmic memory of classic R&B, for whom that depth never separates the idiom from its currency.
Many simulations exist in many artist, presumably.
Course, Mags, it’s in stages that we may become the ideal self everyone supposes they should become like,
Everyone except those whose only part in life can be is to imitate whom they think got up the nerve and hold on to the last vestiges to save another
Because it’s believed only that(one’s) can think that after all it’s not about the greatest show on earth, vis. A popularity contest, but holding on to It whatever challenging for Their Sake, whomever They may be in life they come across with.
Can’t candy wrap it., tradition beats the latest vogue, going back to the totally disseminated minus that One.