the thread about nothing...

Pretty sure a coworker just saw my desk jamming hard to.
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But when the track goes:
"Every time I comb my hair, thoughts of you get in my eyes
You're a sinner. I don't care. I just want your creamy thighs"

I'd actually be wrong not to desk jam.
 
Franky...

I feel sorry for people that can't feel his greatness. Or maybe I should feel sorry for myself as clearly the folks that don't get him have never been hurt.

Frank is vocal depression come alive.
And both our hands are filthy
Pointing up at the moon
And tonight I'll hold you close, close enough to bruise
Hope a garden grows where we dance this afternoon
Hope our children walk by spring when flowers bloom
Hope they'll get to see my color
Know that I've enjoyed sunshine
Pray they'll get to see me, me wither


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Why do words so beautiful hurt so bad
 
Franky...

I feel sorry for people that can't feel his greatness. Or maybe I should feel sorry for myself as clearly the folks that don't get him have never been hurt.

Frank is vocal depression come alive.
Bummed out and ****, stressed out and ****
That's every day ****
Shut the **** up I don’t want your conversation
Rolling marijuana that's a cheap vacation
My everyday ****, every night ****, my every day ****
Every night ****
 
We too loud in public
Then police turned down the function
Now we outside and the time is perfect
Forgot to tell ya
Gotta tell ya how much I vibe with you
And we don't have to be...
 
I legit feel like we’re in a bizzaro world, dark comedy movie with how social media has some folks.

I’m at a Mexican restaurant and this older paisa cat across from me is on some form of live (I can see the comments being live posted) while eating a torta ahogada (wet sandwich). :stoneface:
 
My cousin sent me one of those “I’m this old” tweets with this accompanying pic:
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:frown: :frown: :frown:

I remember being a kid going to 9th & Vermont in LA with my momma and not being able to wait to go outside after to get some fire Central American food from the ladies lined up outside with their carts.

Carts still line up but El Liborio is no more...






















“We’ll never be those kids again.”
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They closed mine too
 
My cousin sent me one of those “I’m this old” tweets with this accompanying pic:
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:frown: :frown: :frown:

I remember being a kid going to 9th & Vermont in LA with my momma and not being able to wait to go outside after to get some fire Central American food from the ladies lined up outside with their carts.

Carts still line up but El Liborio is no more...






















“We’ll never be those kids again.”
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That’s right by the taurino
Pass there all the time
Didn’t realize it’s a different store now
 
In the 4th grade, I was one of the few kids in my class who had a computer and also knew how to use the internet. This was 1997-1998. For certain class projects that needed something printed out (usually a graphic), I charged the kids in my class. Well one day, I got in trouble for talking back to the teacher and was suspended. Later I found out that when I was gone, the class ratted me out for the business I was running. It was brought up when my teacher, parents, and I had a meeting. :lol: :smh:
 
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