Fuck. I'm caught up with someone who has excellent timing.
And I am stuck because maybe I am over thinking
The thought that I must succeed the obligations he's placed with,
Then I grew up and laughed.
Trickle Down Economics
Trickle Down Economic
Trickle Down Economi
Trickle Down Econom
Trickle Down Econo
Trickle Down Econ
Trickle Down Eco
Trickle Down Ec
Trickle Down E
Trickle Dow
Trickle Do
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I'll return to Snapchat when everything is in free time. If I say yes, play those, play them in order.
I want those snippets of their lives mixed together into daily tapestries so I can see who is doing what when.
Let me stalk in my right.
Honest Republicans know, if Hillary Clinton or any Democrat POTUS had done half of what Trump & his minions did w/Russia, Republican Congress would be moving to impeach. But b/c Trump’s a member of GOP tribe, it’s a different standard. It should not be. Country over Party.🇺🇸
So back to dreaming in every atrospect so I can just start soaring within my own thought.
If I pull, with my own radiance, someone or many near that's on me.
But there's a grove within the creation of it all that I am back on.
Deference on goal will just mean change.
I will not be ridiculed into believing that I am not worthy.
I am breathing.
And the grace I hope to bestow upon every neighbor.
I climb with high hope,
For living with the screams.
The arguments.
The violence.
Has pushed me down for the last time.
(6)
So I am taking the time to rise above the pollution, above the low hanging clouds, only to climb under the moon to bask in the sun, adding riplets to churn what's around me as where I should dwell.
I am tired with the applying of a jetpack when I sink,
Only to press my ankles back, bend my knees and jump until I reach land.
Land of appropriate height to climb from again. (5)
We're two of a tango or we're corrosive only to run down our mechanics until we grow bald.
Our ripples are the spins of whirlpools, ducking those who are near into a downward spiral, hopeful with inertia that we jump from our confines. (4)
A sea of groove between us to only ripple into debates of those near.
Someone who fits instead of finding a way to fit within someone else.
I'd rather apply the grease and see how we churn.
(3)
Is it bad that I still want to be crass,
Coy with a grin winning an argument with class, hand on my hip on something warm and skimp.
Dressed with decorum for my environment, working the room in conversation to just for public relations. Gossiping with my confidence as armor. (1)
@gettinnoticedmo@ScottBaio@SUBWAY At first I shrugged by this but then I clicked and he is disgusting.
Truly.
So once again being a favorite of mine on Twitter, bravo.
This was such a surprisingly uplifting tune to such a dreary day of reading politics.
I'm not completely carefree but the Whole 9 Yards is a perfect way to start an evening to distract me before diving into what's going on globally.
In the type who grooves at the beginning of great movies.
I must find who this person is who's playing with dynamite at the start of Nine Whole Yards. Well, there is always someone, so I must find the song singing of it.
Perfect playlist material.