won't let go
In the swamplands long ago,
Where the weeds and mudglumps grow,
A Yipiyuk bit on my toe…
Exactly why I do not know.
I kicked and cried
And hollered “Oh”—
The Yipiyuk would not let go.
I whispered to him soft and low—
The Yipiyuk would not let go.
I shouted “Stop,” “Desist” and “Whoa”—
The Yipiyuk would not let go.
Yes, it was sixteen years ago,
The Yipiyuk still won’t let go.
The snow may fall,
The winds may blow—
The Yipiyuk will not let go.
The snow may melt,
The grass may grow—
The Yipiyuk will not let go.
I drag him ‘round each place I go.
This Yipiyuk that won’t let go.
And now my child at last you know
Exactly why I walk so slow.
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Epic Lipdub of the Day: The students at Seattle’s Shorewood High School have upped the lip-dubbing ante significantly by filming their one-take rendition of Hall & Oates’ “You Make My Dreams” backwards.
Your move, everyone else.
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I graduated from here this past summer!! Good old Shorewood.
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I know you love me
I wanna wad you up into my life
Let’s roll up to be a single star in the sky
I hear you calling me
I wanna wad you up into my life
Let’s lump up to make a single star in the sky
To you, to you
I’m so in love with you
I wanna wad you up into my life
Let’s roll up to be a single star in the sky
I need you to feel me
I wanna wad you up into my life
Let’s lump up to make a single star in the sky
To you…
I know you love me
I wanna wad you up into my life
Let’s roll up to be a single star in the sky
I hear you calling me
I wanna wad you up into my life
Let’s lump up to make a single star in the sky
To you, oh to you
Yes to you
Some people live to be the life of the party
Lampshade hat and they’re away to the races
So many people loving so many lovers
Takin’ everybody to some strangers place
A lot of people take their loving too lightly
They change emotions like they’re changing their clothes
They come alive and thrive on new lovers nightly
How they do it I don’t know ‘cause
If you see him standing on the edge of the action
You think he’s only playing it cool
He’s only looking for a little sweet satisfaction
I’m tired of being somebody’s fool, oh yeah, yeah
So if you spot me on the fringe of the party
Holding up the walls with hot and hungry eyes
Don’t be afraid to say hello to a stranger
You just might like your surprise
That’s not the way I am, I’m not that kind of man
It’s not that I am shy, I’m just not that kind of guy
So if you feel the same, you’re tired of playing games
Then try to understand that I’m not that kind of man
HAHAHA OMG BROCKNESS MONSTER. I am so happy.
You can’t live with ‘em, you can’t live without ‘em
There’s somethin’ irresistabullish about ‘em
We grin and bear it ‘cause the nights are long
I hope that somethin’ better comes along.
“Depression is merely anger without enthusiasm.”
The MBTI personality doodas never fail to frustrate me. I’m a thinker AND a feeler, I think therefore I feel. I perceive AND I judge, I don’t see why these are mutually exclusive. Adskf;ls.
A winter’s day
In a deep and dark December;
I am alone,
Gazing from my window to the streets below
On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
I’ve built walls,
A fortress deep and mighty,
That none may penetrate.
I have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain.
It’s laughter and it’s loving I disdain.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
