Queen & David Bowie - Under Pressure (Classic Queen Mix)
In wine truth.
Simple words So simple. Yet the truth... . so simple Whatever that could mean. These days, where one is to hid the true behind costumes so grand, So eloquent
To live, in a world, where ones who receive exemplary reviews... find themselves stuck. It makes economic sense. Why not pay the ones who are the most effectual at making change, at erupting minds, at emboldening, at making their students realize that they are more powerful than they could ever know, at the bottom row... so it goes. It's the Wal-Mart of education. Don't worry, you won't cry. Hire best for the least.
That's the way it goes.
It makes economic sense.
Just like ladies, more than willing to supplicate themselves to someone, who will provide. Provide in bounty. Emotionally... no, but you squeal with glee as he slides dollar bills after dollar bills into your flesh wallet. The joy.
The exascy.
Felling the soft side as he pushes it ever higher. The $100. Followed by the more. If you only promise him more.
I remember Chuck. His feigned fight to his spouse, when he exclaimed so verbose that someone had stolen his phone. Such measures To cover the friendship with just one Wow. Such fun. Almost matches the joy of Mike. After your meeting at Half Price. The communications after 10:30 suddenly ceased. I guess he didn't have an instragram account. Either that or he realized that you weren't worth it. The stolen touch. Scaramouch, Scaramouch, can you do the Fandango. .
Gotta be nice.
It must have felt so good.
To tun your back.
Hope you are happy
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