Dj Am Quotes

Oh, there ain't no love, no Montagues or Capulets Just banging tunes and DJ sets And dirty dancefloors and dreams of naughtiness I Bet that You Look Good on the Dancefloor

I can be a badass DJ when I want, but I am also an insufferable music snob.

About a week ago I was sitting in L.A.'s chicest nightclub with a few friends and the DJ was playing Yaz and Bowie and the videos were on and I was on my third gin and tonic and I realized that no matter where I am it's always the same. Camden, New York, L.A., Palm Springs - it really doesn't seem to matter. Maybe this should be disturbing but it's really not. I find it kind of comforting.

All the way out I listen to the car AM radio, bad lyrics of trailer park love, gin and tonic love, strobe light love, lost and found love, lost and found and lost love, lost and lost and lost love—some people were having no luck at all. The DJ sounds quick and smooth and after-shaved, the rest of the world a mess by comparison.

CAN YOU TURN THAT OFF, GRANDMA?’ I shouted down. ‘YOU KNOW I AM STRUGGLING.’ There was a long pause. ‘Who yuh tink yuh talking to?’ my grandmother shouted back. ‘Yuh tink say you can be DJ inna my house cause of a man?

I am not sure what tomorrow has for me, but I am sure about one thing. Even If I lose it all. God will provide, because I trust in him. Genesis 22:7-8 Proverb 3:5

The reason I am single is that I gave my all to people who are not giving me a chance.

You’re sure you want to do this,” Galen says, eyeing me like I’ve grown a tiara of snakes on my head. “Absolutely.” I unstrap the four-hundred-dollar silver heels and spike them into the sand. When he starts unraveling his tie, I throw out my hand. “No! Leave it. Leave everything on.” Galen frowns. “Rachel would kill us both. In our sleep. She would torture us first.” “This is our prom night. Rachel would want us to enjoy ourselves.” I pull the thousand-or-so bobby pins from my hair and toss them in the sand. Really, both of us are right. She would want us to be happy. But she would also want us to stay in our designer clothes. Leaning over, I shake my head like a wet dog, dispelling the magic of hairspray. Tossing my hair back, I look at Galen. His crooked smile almost melts me where I stand. I’m just glad to see a smile on his face at all. The last six months have been rough. “Your mother will want pictures,” he tells me. “And what will she do with pictures? There aren’t exactly picture frames in the Royal Caverns.” Mom’s decision to mate with Grom and live as his queen didn’t surprise me. After all, I am eighteen years old, an adult, and can take care of myself. Besides, she’s just a swim away. “She keeps picture frames at her house though. She could still enjoy them while she and Grom come to shore to-“ “Okay, ew. Don’t say it. That’s where I draw the line.” Galen laughs and takes off his shoes. I forget all about Mom and Grom. Galen, barefoot in the sand, wearing an Armani tux. What more could a girl ask for? “Don’t look at me like that, angelfish,” he says, his voice husky. “Disappointing your grandfather is the last thing I want to do.” My stomach cartwheels. Swallowing doesn’t help. “I can’t admire you, even from afar?” I can’t quite squeeze enough innocence in there to make it believable, to make it sound like I wasn’t thinking the same thing he was. Clearing his throat, he nods. “Let’s get on with this.” He closes the distance between us, making foot-size potholes with his stride. Grabbing my hand, he pulls me to the water. At the edge of the wet sand, just out of reach of the most ambitious wave, we stop. “You’re sure?” he says again. “More than sure,” I tell him, giddiness swimming through my veins like a sneaking eel. Images of the conference center downtown spring up in my mind. Red and white balloons, streamers, a loud, cheesy DJ yelling over the starting chorus of the next song. Kids grinding against one another on the dance floor to lure the chaperones’ attention away from a punch bowl just waiting to be spiked. Dresses spilling over with skin, matching corsages, awkward gaits due to six-inch heels. The prom Chloe and I dreamed of. But the memories I wanted to make at that prom died with Chloe. There could never be any joy in that prom without her. I couldn’t walk through those doors and not feel that something was missing. A big something. No, this is where I belong now. No balloons, no loud music, no loaded punch bowl. Just the quiet and the beach and Galen. This is my new prom. And for some reason, I think Chloe would approve.

Am lucky my cloud can't store all my chat..me i don't keep/stare our chat

To you. I am the way you think of me , even thou in reality I am not. The way you see me or think of me is the way . You will treat me or address me.

Finally I am dying. And breathing deeply for the first time, I see traces of God in everything.

I am forever busy working, because I want to work until get a personal call from the bank. Telling me that they cant add more zeros in my account. The number is too long , that they have rounded it off, but still cant add more digits to it.

There is no graduation from alcoholism. Or life, for that matter. I am also addicted to Pepsi, chocolate, men, being afraid, being afraid of not being afraid, men—again--and my independence, co-dependence and unsettling ability to fail no matter my attempt.

I am not normal , normal sucksI am not normal , normal sucks.

Am I apeshit?” She stooped and began to gather wood. “No.” Harper shook his head. “You’re just crazy. But that’s okay. You can come back from crazy.

Don't make plans with me and cancel them without letting me know. You are wasting my time and costing me my future. The time I am waiting on you , I would have done something valuable and profitable.

I am not sure what you are going through. I don’t know the problem you are facing and I might not even understand, but I know that God won’t fail you and God will help you, trust in him. Luke 18:27 Jeremiah 32:17

Thanks to all the people who have denied me their help, assistance and support. Without them I would have never worked hard and fought so hard. I would have never knew that I have it in me to make it too. That I am also capable of doing and archiving something on my own.

I learn from my own mistakes, but you dwell in my mistakes. You carry my mistakes around , so that when I am happy or when I have made it. You can remind me of my mistakes or how unperfect or not good I am and that is your biggest mistake. The biggest mistake that is hindering you from being successful, happy and making it in life. My mistakes are your heavy burden not mine.

People who want to control, manipulate , blackmail, extort you , use your fear. The fear of being lonely, fear of being fired, fear of being exposed or caught. The fear of being unemployed or retrenched. The fear of being poor. Our government, politicians, media, love partners, friends ,even some pastors or churches use your fear to control you. The Lord today says Fear Not I am with you . Isaiah 41:10 Joshua 1:9

God I am a sinner.  I have done so many wrongs, in my life.  I have wronged many people, unaware. I have hurt so many people, it wasn’t my intention.  I have made so many mistakes , without thinking. I am no saint, and I am not perfect. I have fallen into temptation many times. Father forgive me. Take away the pain, I have caused to others. Give me the pure heart to love and forgive everyone and may your love be found in me. Please help me with the sins, that I am battling to overcome. Give me strength to fight my demons and dark pleasures. Guide me to path of righteousness. Let me not be judgmental towards others. Let me not curse or speak foul of anyone. There is no person who should shed a tear, because of me. There is no person who should be heart broken , because of me. In Jesus name Amen.  Matthew 26:41 | 1 John 5:16 | 2 Chronicles 7:14-15

Stop looking at me like that,” I whisper as I run a thumb over her jaw.  “How am I looking at you?” she whispers back while nuzzling into my palm.  “Like you can see every crack and broken piece of me.” Indy leans closer, her lips barely brushing mine.  “Maybe I can.” She whispers, and the softness of her lips sends chills over me.  “If you could, you would run.”  “No, baby,” she presses her lips to mine. “I’m just trying to find out where each piece goes.

Subject of Thought Number of Times Thought Occurred per Year (in descending order) L. 580.0 Family 400.0 Brushing tongue 150.0 Earplugs 100.0 Bill-paying 52.0 Panasonic three-wheeled vacuum cleaner, greatness of 45.0 Sunlight makes you cheerful 40.0 Traffic frustration 38.0 Penguin books, all 35.0 Job, should I quit? 34.0 Friends, don't have any 33.0 Marriage, a possibility? 32.0 Vending machines 31.0 Straws don't unsheath well 28.0 Shine on moving objects 25.0 McCartney more talented than Lennon? 23.0 Friends smarter, more capable than I am 19.0 Paper-towel dispensers 19.0 "What oft was thought, but ne'er" etc. 18.0 People are very dissimilar 16.0 Trees, beauty of 15.0 Sidewalks 15.0 Friends are unworthy of me 15.0 Indentical twins separated at birth, studies of traits 14.0 Intelligence, going fast 14.0 Wheelchair ramps, their insane danger 14.0 Urge to kill 13.0 Escalator invention 12.0 People are very similar 12.0 "Not in my backyard" 11.0 Straws float now 10.0 DJ, would I be happy as one? 9.0 "If you can't get out of it, get into it" 9.0 Pen, felt-tip 9.0 Gasoline, nice smell of 8.0 Pen, ballpoint 8.0 Stereo systems 8.0 Fear of getting mugged again 7.0 Staplers 7.0 "Roaches check in, but they don't check out" 6.0 Dinner roll, image of 6.0 Shoes 6.0 Bags 5.0 Butz, Earl 4.0 Sweeping, brooms 4.0 Whistling, yodel trick 4.0 "You can taste it with your eyes" 4.0 Dry-cleaning fluid, smell of 3.0 Zip-lock tops 2.0 Popcorn 1.0 Birds regurgitate food and feed young with it 0.5 Kant, Immanuel 0.5

This might baffle you, but despite not being a physician, I do have some pride. Although most certainly not enough to withstand the kind of beating you're capable of dealing it. The kind of beating you've repeatedly dealt it from the first time we've met. You're right, I value honesty, so I'll tell you that I make it a practice not to find women who insult me at every opportunity attractive." Color flooded her cheeks and traveled down her neck. Finally, she stepped away from him, too, and found the back of a chair to clutch. She looked entirely devastated. Had no one ever denied her anything? He hated the hurt in her eyes. But it was done now. "How is telling you I'm attracted to you an insult?" He pressed the back of his hand into his forehead. It made him feel like a drama queen in some sort of musical farce. Which this had to be. "Telling me how unworthy I am of your attraction, that's the insulting part. And, no, that's not all it is. Even if you hadn't told me at every opportunity how inferior to you I am... all I do is cook... every assumption you've made about me is insulting. Culinary school is definitely college. And Le Cordon Bleu is one of the most competitive institutions in the world. The fact that that's so wholly incomprehensible to you... that's the insulting part. And it wasn't thrown in my overly privileged lap either. I had to work my bottom off to make it in." Ammaji had sold her dowry jewels to pay for his application, something her family would have thrown her out on the street for had they found out. Trisha squared her shoulders, the devastation draining fast from her face, leaving behind the self-possession he was so much more used to. And the speed with which she gathered herself shook something inside him. "I might not do what you see as important work, but I work hard at being a decent human being, and I would need anyone I'm with to be that first and foremost. Even if I didn't find snobbery in general incredibly unattractive, I would never go anywhere near a person as self-absorbed and arrogant as you, Dr. Raje. I would have to be insane to subject myself to your view of me and the world." "Wow." She was panting, or maybe it was him. He couldn't be sure. "You wanted honesty. I'm sorry if I hurt you." She cleared her throat. "I'm surprised you think someone as... as... self-absorbed and arrogant as me is even capable of being hurt.

Open All Night" (originally by Bruce Springsteen) I had the carburetor cleaned and checked With her line blown out, she's hummin' like a turbojet Propped her up in the backyard on concrete blocks For a new clutch plate and a new set of shocks Took her down to the carwash, check the plugs and points I'm goin' out tonight, I'm gonna rock that joint Early north Jersey industrial skyline I'm a all-set cobra jet creepin' through the nighttime Gotta find a gas station, gotta find a payphone This turnpike sure is spooky at night when you're all alone Gotta hit the gas, baby, I'm runnin' late This New Jersey in the mornin' like a lunar landscape The boss don't dig me, so he put me on the nightshift It takes me two hours to get back to where my baby lives In the wee wee hours, your mind gets hazy Radio relay towers, won't you lead me to my baby? Underneath the overpass, trooper hits his party light switch Goodnight, good luck, one two powershift I met Wanda when she was employed Behind the counter at the Route 60 Bob's Big Boy Fried chicken on the front seat, she's sittin' in my lap We're wipin' our fingers on a Texaco roadmap I remember Wanda up on scrap metal hill With them big brown eyes that make your heart stand still 5 A.M., oil pressure's sinkin' fast I make a pit stop, wipe the windshield, check the gas Gotta call my baby on the telephone Let her know that her daddy's comin' on home Sit tight, little mama, I'm comin' round I got three more hours, but I'm coverin' ground Your eyes get itchy in the wee wee hours Sun's just a red ball risin' over them refinery towers Radio's jammed up with gospel stations Lost souls callin' long distance salvation Hey Mr. DJ, won't you hear my last prayer? Hey ho rock 'n' roll, deliver me from nowhere Ryan Adams, Nebraska (2022)

Let's get her to her room. She'll be fine." This time she didn't care how harsh she sounded. "Why don't we let a doctor decide that?" he said, so coolly he couldn't possibly be messing with her... could he? "A doctor is deciding that. So if you don't mind." She pushed him out of the way and grabbed her sister's am. The action made her feel like she was six and playing at being doctor instead of actually being one, and that shot her rioting emotions right into intense annoyance. "I'm sorry," he said utterly unapologetically. "How could I forget?" And then she could swear he muttered, "The worth of your hands and all that," under his breath. She couldn't remember the last time her ears had heated with embarrassment. What was it with him getting so hung up on that? Her hands were worth too much to burn on saving a pot of caramel. Why was that so hard to understand? He should be glad- she was going to save his sister's life, for shit's sake. "That's okay," she said, then she matched his mumble with, "It's not like you need a photographic memory to cook food.

this thing—his thing—still well and alive inside me. # I dreamed of clawed hooks and sexual abandon. Faces covered in leather masks and eyeliner so dark I could only see black. Here the monsters would come alive, but not the kind you have come to expect. I watched myself as if I were outside my own flesh, free from the imprisonment of bone and conscience. Swollen belly stretch-marked and ugly; my hair tethered and my skin vulnerable. Earthquake beats blared from the DJ booth as terrible looking bodies thrashed, moshed and convulsed. Alone, so alone. Peter definitely gone, no more tears left but the ones that were to come from agony. She was above me again, Dark Princess, raging beauty queen, and I was hers to control. The ultimate succession into human suspension. Like I’d already learned: the body is the final canvas. There is no difference between love and pain. They are the same hopeless obsession. The hooks dived, my legs opened and my back arched. Blood misted my face; pussy juice slicked my inner thigh as my water suddenly broke. # The next night I had to get to the club. 4 A.M. is a time that never lets me down; it knows why I have nightmares, and why I want to suspend myself above them. L train lunacies berated me once again, but this time I noticed the people as if under a different light. They were all rather sad, gaunt and bleary. Their faces were to be pitied and their hands kept shaking, their legs jittering for another quick fix. No matter how much the deranged governments of New York City have cleaned up the boroughs, they can’t rid us of our flavor. The Meatpacking District was scarily alive. Darkness laced with sizzling urban neon. Regret stitched up in the night like a black silk blanket. The High Line Park gloomed above me with trespassers and graffiti maestros. I was envious of their creative freedom, their passion, and their drive. They had to do what they were doing, had to create. There was just no other acceptable life than that. I was inside fast, my memories of Peter fleeting and the ache within me about to be cast off. Stage left, stage right, it didn’t matter. I passed the first check point with ease, as if they already knew the click of my heels, the way my protruding stomach curved through my lace cardigan. She found me, or I found her, and we didn’t exchange any words, any warnings. It was time. Face up, legs open, and this time I’d be flying like Superman, but upside down. There were many hands, many faces, but no

From what I just heard, my greatest fault is that I dare to take pride in my work, in knowing I'm excellent at it." The brown paper crumpled tighter in her hands. "How is that snobbery?" "Of course being excellent at your work and knowing it isn't snobbery. But believing that you are somehow unique in excelling at your work while looking down on what others do- that's the snobbish part. Especially given the life you were born into." She paled at that. "I'm not going to apologize for the life I was born into. Which, by the way, I have never taken for granted or misused for one moment. Tell me, if I were a man, would you see my confidence in my work and my pride in where I come from as arrogance?" "This gets better and better. As you pointed out, so disdainfully, I cook for a living. Nurturing people, nourishing them holds incredible meaning to me. You cannot pull the gender-role card on me. Plus, I have a vested interest in you being good at your work. My issue is with how you think it absolves you from treating those around you with consideration and respect. Cooking for a living is something I happen to be incredibly proud of." "As you should be. You're amazing at it." That of all things made her voice crack. She threw a look of such longing at the two empty bowls on the table that despite his anger, pride swelled inside him. It was followed by a sense of hypocrisy that he pushed away. "Yes, I am, and I don't appreciate when someone treats me like a servant for doing it.

I am the girl who prefers to send her Friday night curled up with her pillow, reading a good novel, and I am also the girl who likes to go out on a Saturday night and dance until the DJ plays his last song. I am the girl who wants to wear beat up converses and an over-sized sweatshirt, and I am also the girl who owns over sixty dresses and too many shoes to count. Why did it become okay to say one is better than the other? Because I am all of that.

DJ, are you awake? Freaking elf. “Go home, Rand.” I am home. Where are you? I frowned and burrowed my face into the soft down pillow. Which wasn’t my pillow. Holy crap. What had happened? I sat up and took in several observations at once, none of which made sense and all of which sent my heart rate jack-rabbiting hard enough to send my blood pressure into the ozone. First, I was lying beneath a heavy bedspread woven in a rich blue-and-cream print. The bed was an elaborate confection made to look like an antique half-tester, and a brass chandelier hung overhead. I recognized the Hotel Monteleone. I recognized Jean Lafitte’s bedroom in the posh Eudora Welty Suite in the Monteleone. I didn’t have a clue as to how I got here. Second, I wore only underwear. My clothes were thrown across a chair in the corner. I had no recollection of removing them. Third, the pillow next to mine still held the clear indentation of a head, and there was water running behind the closed bathroom door. What in God’s name had I done? Rand! Where are you? So help me, if that elf was behind this, I’d splay him open like a catfish and watch his guts fall on the floor. Then I’d batter and deep-fry him. God, Dru. Stop shrieking like an elven shrew. I think you got too cold and went into a survival state.

SpottieOttieDopaliscious [Hook] Damn damn damn James [Verse 1: Sleepy Brown] Dickie shorts and Lincoln's clean Leanin', checking out the scene Gangsta boys, blizzes lit Ridin' out, talkin' shit Nigga where you wanna go? You know the club don't close 'til four Let's party 'til we can't no more Watch out here come the folks (Damn - oh lord) [Verse 2: André 3000] As the plot thickens it gives me the dickens Reminiscent of Charles a lil' discotheque Nestled in the ghettos of Niggaville, USA Via Atlanta, Georgia a lil' spot where Young men and young women go to experience They first li'l taste of the night life Me? Well I've never been there; well perhaps once But I was so engulfed in the Olde E I never made it to the door you speak of, hardcore While the DJ sweatin' out all the problems And the troubles of the day While this fine bow-legged girl fine as all outdoors Lulls lukewarm lullabies in your left ear Competing with "Set it Off," in the right But it all blends perfectly let the liquor tell it "Hey hey look baby they playin' our song" And the crowd goes wild as if Holyfield has just won the fight But in actuality it's only about 3 A.M And three niggas just don' got hauled Off in the ambulance (sliced up) Two niggas don' start bustin' (wham wham) And one nigga don' took his shirt off talkin' 'bout "Now who else wanna fuck with Hollywood Courts?" It's just my interpretation of the situation [Hook] [Verse 3: Big Boi] Yes, when I first met my SpottieOttieDopalicious Angel I can remember that damn thing like yesterday The way she moved reminded me of a Brown Stallion Horse with skates on, ya know Smooth like a hot comb on nappy ass hair I walked up on her and was almost paralyzed Her neck was smelling sweeter Than a plate of yams with extra syrup Eyes beaming like four karats apiece just blindin' a nigga Felt like I chiefed a whole O of that Presidential My heart was beating so damn fast Never knowing this moment would bring another Life into this world Funny how shit come together sometimes (ya dig) One moment you frequent the booty clubs and The next four years you & somebody's daughter Raisin' y'all own young'n now that's a beautiful thang That's if you're on top of your game And man enough to handle real life situations (that is) Can't gamble feeding baby on that dope money Might not always be sufficient but the United Parcel Service & the people at the Post Office Didn't call you back because you had cloudy piss So now you back in the trap just that, trapped Go on and marinate on that for a minute

Maybe… But that is for the higher power to decide. For now, I live my life as I am, and as nobody else but myself, in all its wrinkles and divides, I am who I am.

I speak because I am hungry and I have nothing to eat. You don't speak because you have your mouth full and you have everything you want. Don't say my stomach is making noise, When I speak out of hunger .

I am Alice,” said the ninja, “leader of the Ninja Squad!”  She pulled out two wooden swords and swirled them around her head before striking a pose. She was clad all in black, and only her eyes were visible through the small slit in her hood. Another ninja stepped forward. He was also clad head to toe in black, with a white mask covering his face. “I’m Shadow,” he said, “the leader of the Ninja Squad, and master of the art of shadow stealth techniques. I can hide inside any shadow, and sneak up on any foe.” Another ninja stepped forward. He was wearing a black ninja outfit, but over his eye-slit he was wearing a pair of sunglasses. “Hey dudes, I’m DJ,” he said, “the jukebox ninja, and leader of the Ninja Squad. I can hide inside music, and assassinate foes with the power of awesome beats.” “Wait,” said Dave. “How can all three of you be the leader?” “We held a vote,” said Shadow, looking a bit embarrassed, “to see who should be leader. And, um…” “Everyone voted for themselves,” said Alice. “Riiight,” said Dave. “Anyway, now that’s out of the way—” “Silence mortal!” yelled another ninja. “We haven’t finished our introductions yet! I am Kyle the Mighty! Defeater of zombies and defender of this realm! I can summon thunder from the heavens to smite my foes! I am the leader of the Ninja Squad!

Happy New Year I am wishing you and the loved ones prosperity, more opportunities, good health, good relationship, good partner, good job and more years, more money, more blessings, more fun ,more peace and happiness. May the Lord grant you the desire of your heart , May all your hard work pay off and all your dreams come through.

I had to fail many times before I get it right. Me failing was part of the lesson that I am not ready yet, not because I am not capable.

So that’s why I am very happy to submit for your approval, the conclusion of the SYLO Chronicles. There are no more cliffhangers. No more unanswered questions. No more “To be continued . . . ” And yes, it WAS freakin’ Uncle Press who gave Bobby Pendragon his journals in that last chapter of The Soldiers of Halla. There! I said it. How could you not have gotten that? It was so obvious! (If you have no idea what I’m talking about, it’s okay. We won’t hold it against you. Much.) Okay, I feel better now. Moving on. We’re here to talk about SYLO and learn the fate of our brave refugees from Pemberwick Island.

Esperanza left. Win got up and gave Myron the chair. He stood on Myron’s right, arms crossed, totally at ease. Green and Peck fidgeted. Myron turned to Eric Ford. “I don’t think we’ve met.” “But you know who I am,” Ford said. He had one of those smooth soft-rock-DJ voices. “Yes.” “And I know who you are,” he said. “So what would be the point?” Oookay. Myron glanced back at Win. Win shrugged. Ford

Most racism is pushed through media houses. Check the heading, wording and pictures they use, even the cartoons. Infect, I am starting to think. There is no media that likes black people or people of color. They might downplay it and say it is click bait, but how messed up are you . To use racism as click bait, unless you are racists yourself and see nothing wrong about it.

Never claim or make yourself a better person by someone's mistakes or downfall. Your better person, because you do good and do right things, not because your pointing the wrong others do. I am sure there are wrong and bad things that you also do.

To me I know am the man for Myself.

Am hot not because i'm in problem...Ghana sunlight dense.

The reason I am always happy. It is not because I have lot of money or I don't have stress or problems, But it is because I am doing what I want and what I love.

Finally, I am dying. And breathing deeply for the first time, I see traces of God in everything.

How can I be ? Proud of my struggle, but having nothing to show. Guns , petrol, tires , gas, everything blows Now I am standing on top of Museum building burned into ashes. It Is smoke in the mirrors. Look at our Repercussions. Our legacy, our reputation. Canvas and portraits of arrogance Lies, deception, fractions results of politicians Insurrection results of a failed mission Blood used to paint our image Poor quality in this fotos, because nothing changed. You might think it is the 80’s, because you can see tribalism and racism. A perfect black and white picture. Sound of freedom turned into sound of violence, Ambulance, Police siren , people crying and dying Hunger and poverty used as tourists attraction They say look more poorer, so we can get more donation. I am getting global media coverage, Because I am queuing and walking long distance for food, Not because we are getting killed , abused and treated unfairly. They look at me and say Africa is starving Took my pics , post them on social media. Now they are laughing. Being born with a price tag, that says you not worth it, because your black. Government looted everything from the poor Now the poor are looting the government. It is like a stolen movie. Those who started it all and who are behind it, are not getting their credit and spotlight . If we change looting to colonization , then they would be heroes. Not sure whether to say goodbye or good night Because when you're in Phoenix , this might be your last night. 

Why would I do something for you. If I am not benefiting anything ? Why would I entertain you? If you are not entertaining me. As a kind person. I might do It for once , twice even three times for you for free, but I can't do it every time. That will only Imply that I am stupid and I am your fool.

To lovers out there … There is this partner that says baby we can’t do this, my friends are here and the partner that says baby we will do this. Let me tell my friends to excuse us. There is this partner that will do anything for friends ,but not for you and the one who will do anything for you, but not friends. There is this partner that says I am sorry my partner needs me and the one who says I am sorry my friends need me. The one who makes times for friends and the one who makes times for their partner . These are two types of people when it comes to relationships. One of these makes the relationship to work and the other makes the relationship to fail. One is looking for solution and the other is looking for excuses.

Love doesn't confuse you, doesn't have limits or rules or errors: whereas religions do. I am not sure of what religion really provides for spiritual beings. I believe they are a guide to help others but at least those of the western world, are better seen as manipulations of human beings to make them just the way they want to control them. I believe that the inner nourishment is the responsibility of each one of us, not of the church, as the church can have errors. I believe more in discovering methods to find inner peace and well-being in myself.

All I am fighting for everyday is to make up for the time I had lost. Use your time wisely.

I now know that I am loved. I now know that I am here in this life to, among other things, learn to love myself. I now know that there is a meaning to it all - why we are here.

If I have something going for myself. You don't know what I have got and how I am keeping it going. It will be hard for me to listen to you or to listen to your advice, especially if you are not contributing or supporting financially or resources wise.

GoodReads, a funny site for me to be on considering I am indeed illiterate. But you know what the Romans said, can't spell illiterate without ill.

I don't know how many times I got it wrong, before I can get it right today . This are you words and I am quoting you in the near future.

was hältst du von den neuen philosophen? nichts. ich glaube das in ihrem denken nichts drin ist und dafür sehe ich zwei mögliche gründe: ersten hantieren sie mit grossen begriffen (hohle zähne) DAS GESETZ DIE MACHT DER HERR DIE WELT DIE REBELLION DER GLAUBE und so weiter. sie können so komische mischungen herstellen (summarische dualismen) DAS GESETZ UND DER REBELL DIE MACHT UND DER ENGEL. und parallel: je schwächer der gedankliche inhalt ist, dest mehr bedeutung gesteht sich der denker (das aussagesubjekt) zu in anbetracht der leeren aussagen ("ich, scharfsinnig und mutig, sage ihnen... als soldat christi... als einer der verlorenen generation...wir, die wir mai 68 gemacht haben...wir, die wir uns nicht nochmal täuschen lassen") Mit diesen beiden Aussagen zerstören sie die arbeit. denn schon seit längerem versuchen leute von allen möglichen gebieten, diese gefahren zu vermeiden. [...] es gibt mehrere sehr verschiedene problem, zunächst hat man sich in frankreich lange an die literarischen moden gewisser schulen gehalte. das ist schon das schreckliche, eine schule: es gibt dort immer einen papst, manifeste, erklärungen vom typ "ich bin die avantgarde", exkommunikationen, tribunal, politische kehrtwendungen etc. im allgemeinen ist man umso mehr im recht, wenn man sein leben damit zugebracht hat, sich zu täuschen, weil dann kann man immer sagen: "ich bin da durchgegangen" deshalb können nur die stalinisten antistalinistische lektionen erteilen.[...] aus marketing perspektive muss jedes buch oder produkt mehrere versionen haben um jedem zu gefallen, eine fromme version, eine atheistische, eine heideggerianische, eine linke, eine zentristische, vllt sogar eine chiracistische oder neofaschistische, eine nuancierte volksfront version auch. daher die bedeutung der rollenverteilung je nach geschmack: CLAVEL hat was von dr mabuse eine art evangelischer mabuse JAMBET UND LARDREAU sind seine gehilfen BENOIST ist das streitpferd LEVY ist mal impressario mal scriptgirlmal der fröhliche animateur mal der dj FABRE-LUCE macht sich zum schüler glucksmanns JULIEN BENDA wird wieder aufgelegt wegen der tugend des intellektuellen. was für eine komische zusammenkunft. es kam zu einer homogenisierung der beiden tendenzen, die gegen die linke gerichtet war aber seit den ersten büchern immer vom selben thema ausging, der hass auf 68. es ging drum wer am besten auf mai 68 spuckte. diesem hass gemäss haben sie ihr aussagesubjekt konstituiert: "wir die wir mai 68 gemacht haben können euch sagen daß das dumm war und dass wir das nicht mehr machen werden" einen groll auf 68, mehr haben sie nicht zu verkaufen. [...] darüber wird alles gebrochen: marxismus maoismus sozialismus etc nicht weil die realen kämpfe neue feinde probleme oder mittel auftauchen lassen sondern weil die revolution für unmachbar erklärt werden muss, kategorisch und für immer. deshalb hat man alle begriffe die zuerst sehr differenziert funktionierten (die mächte die widerstände die wünsche die plebs sogar) aufs neue wiedervereinigt in der langweiligen einheit der macht, des gesetzes, des staates [check ich auch nicht tbh die stelle]. deshalb tritt auch das denkende subjekt wieder auf die bühne , denn die einzige möglichkeit zur revolution ist für die neuen philosophen der reine akt des denkers, der sie als unmöglich denkt. was mich ankotzt ist sehr einfach: die neuen philosophen machen eine martyrologie, der gulag und die opfer der geschichte. sie leben von kadavern. sie haben die zeugenfunktion entdeckt.

If your life situation bothers you. You will do something to change it. I am sure by now you are out, hustling and trying something to change it. If not what are you waiting for. If you haven’t started. When will your situation change then.

She is with DJ at the hotel,’ Ruth said. Relief made Tom shake. He had been so worried. ‘We do not have your rucksack,’ Ruth said. ‘I have to get it back. It’s important,’ Tom said. ‘You are alive. That is the most important thing.’ ‘It had my stethoscope in it. My parents gave me that. And a grey cushion. I don’t care about anything else, just those two things.’ Ruth watched raw, visceral pain twist her friend’s face. The room swelled with the unanswered questions. What happened to Tom that made him like this? A doctor, happily married, now living on the streets … She had to find a way to keep Tom inside once he left this hospital. While there was never a good time to be a rough sleeper, the current cold spell was disastrous for anyone stuck on the streets. She would not let this kind man end his days broken, bruised and perished. Ruth said, ‘I have some savings. The deposit I got back from my flat. And despite my best efforts I am unable to find a suitable flat in Dublin to rent. It’s enough for you to take a room at The Silver Sands Lodge when you get out of here.

I don't know how many times I got it wrong, before I can get it right today . This are your words and I am quoting you in the near future.

I am feeling disgusted with myself and having a heavy heart. That I didn’t get time to share other people’s work, talent, skills, business on my social platform to support them, but the only time I share something regarding them is R.I.P and message of condolences to their family and loved ones.

People who love me. Love me with my flaws. But, because I love them too. I am choosing to work on my flaws , by not repeating my mistakes and fixing any faults I am doing. I am choosing in working on myself, so that they don’t have to put up with me, but they will be happy in accepting me .The way I am.

I hate this. I hate that I feel like a lovestruck teenager when she’s near. I’m not calm, I’m not articulate, and I sure as fuck ain’t confident. She makes me think about things I haven’t considered in years. I hate it, but I also hate how addicted I am to it. Her laughs, her sighs, her smell, her hair… Everything about her makes me feel something, and that scares the shit out of me because I didn’t even have this kind of reaction with Justine, and I’ve been fucked up over her for nearly two decades. Indy has the power to quite literally destroy me.

Ho-ly shit… I don’t know what is in the damn water over here or what deal Mr. and Mrs. Rowe made with a demon, but as I stand here staring at Derek’s brothers while they move blocks of hay… are they blocks? Shit, are they hay? I don’t know, it’s yellow and in a block form, but that’s not the point. The point is, they are fucking gods, and I am starting to see why everyone is into those polyamorous romance books.

I try to sell myself but I am really laughing, because I just love the music, not the bling

I want my biggest achievement to be. Me being able to understand and know what I am doing. Be sure of what I am doing without relying on luck that it works, jinxing it, thumb sucking it or relying on templates. Being able to answer ,when they say, “yeah it works, but how does it work”.

I want my biggest achievement to be. Me being able to understand and know what I am doing. Being sure of what I am doing without relying on luck that it works, jinxing it, thumb sucking it or relying on templates. Being able to answer ,when they say, “yeah it works, but how does it work”.

I am not sure who lied to my people that the only time you will get your chance or turn to eat Is only through corruption. The way we support, vote, believe, and cheer for corruption, and corrupt leaders, not only that but we also queue up for our turn to eat. Yet we know that corruption has bad and negative effects on our community, lives, and country. To stop corruption starts with you by stopping believing that you will only benefit and live a good life through corruption, and stopping supporting leaders who are corrupt because you want to benefit.

God showed me a favor when people thought I was not deserving. He verified me when the elites and privileged though I don’t qualify. He was the only connection I had through prayer since I am from a disadvantaged background. Now some people don’t sleep holding their last breath for me to slip up. They are waiting for my shortcoming and for me to screw up. Do they know that the Lord is my Shepard, and I shall not want? Psalms 23:5 – 6

I have seen God’s Love. I had been to places I had never dreamed or heard of. I had been to places, where not everyone or anyone is allowed. I had met people I never knew . Who shown me love, support and appreciation. I had seen Gods mercy. I had been saved from situations and events that are Inevitable. Where some people died and couldn’t survive or live. For that I am always in awe and thankful Lord. This is my testimony that Gods love me. 1 Thessalonians 5:16-18

The biggest pain is not what happened to me or what I am feeling, but the biggest pain it to pretend like nothing happen.

The biggest pain is not what happened to me or what I am feeling, but the biggest pain is to pretend like nothing happen.

The sad thing is people I am fighting for to have a good life. They are fighting me to have a bad life. They are the ones who are responsible for my bad life.

I leave the building and find my car where I left it only a few short hours ago. I get inside and turn the ignition but I do not drive away straight away. I sit there for a while, with the radio on, an irritating DJ with a “Radio One” voice, playing some inane, crap, modern chart hit that can only appeal to the mindless morons of the new generation. The kind who use the word “like” five times in every sentence and wear their trousers half way down their arses to reveal skid stained underwear to all who happen to look their way. I just don't get it. Or am I just getting old?

also ask DJ AM to bump the song at Las Palmas. He did throw it into the mix days after I recorded it, mostly because it was the first time anyone had ever said his name on a rap song, something he reminded me of just days before he passed away.

Two things stop me from learning something new or from learning something for long period of it. Every time I learn it or do it . I do it wrong. One is because my subconscious thinks it knows this thing and its doing or saying it. In its own ways or the first time I learned it or did it . I did it or learn it in a wrong way that I think I know it now and don’t want to let go of all memories , that is why I am not learning it.

Procrastination is a thief of time. When you your single they say wait until your dating to experience life and fun. When your dating. They say wait until your married. When your married .They say wait until you have a family & children. When you have children they say wait until your 40 or 60. I am tired of waiting. From now on I am living my life and enjoying every moment where I am & whatever time I am in. I think you should choose to do the same.

I prefer to be loved for what I am Than to be loved for what I'm not

Every MOAN-day .I am looking forward for my WEAK-end.

I am hurt by seeing talented and skillful people not getting their breakthrough, appreciation and recognition they deserve.

The things that I did when I grow up and the standards I hold and followed in the society. Kept me safe and I was labeled as a good person, but those things costs me joy, happiness and pleasures of life. I had to fight nature and my feelings everyday. Today I am branded and trusted with titles that cost me my time and life. I still try to maintain the standards but I don't have life of my own or experience any pleasures of life. I had achieved what I wanted and what other people wanted for me, but I had lost what it is important in this life. To live and experience life. All the good decisions I made then are now my biggest regrets, root of my depression and downfall.