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Showing posts with label #burnHollywoodburn. Show all posts
Tuesday, December 13, 2022
Oh!! So Its Like That Huh? (Part Seven)
Random Thoughts From A Brotha: Oh!! So Its Like That Huh? (Part Seven): Oh! so it's like that huh? on this Terrible / Terrific Tuesday where things can go either way but the terrific outcome is claimed I ha...
Thursday, December 10, 2015
The Crossroads / Intersection
Rolling down the information highway, soon I come to the crossroads / intersection.
....It's where scattered thoughts and words of wisdom combine / collide / coincide; minds blown due to lack of drug interdiction?
Or maybe its drug interaction / a chemical reaction: facts and fiction combine / collide / coincide due to fantasy and reality mashups; check out these remixes.
The Elaborate Fantasy will play out in front of us as concrete jungle excursions combine with vibes from suburban ranch and split level homes behind white picket fences.
The Cabal will show hate, check out the blatant and discrete circumstances that are debatable: some wonder if they're being built or torn down.
Vacant minds watching Cable TV, or vacant streets at night are where jackers lurk: somebody will get murked!! the level of scorn wasn't turned down.
Check out the rest of this article at Random Thoughts From A Brotha: The Crossroads / Intersection
....It's where scattered thoughts and words of wisdom combine / collide / coincide; minds blown due to lack of drug interdiction?
Or maybe its drug interaction / a chemical reaction: facts and fiction combine / collide / coincide due to fantasy and reality mashups; check out these remixes.
The Elaborate Fantasy will play out in front of us as concrete jungle excursions combine with vibes from suburban ranch and split level homes behind white picket fences.
The Cabal will show hate, check out the blatant and discrete circumstances that are debatable: some wonder if they're being built or torn down.
Vacant minds watching Cable TV, or vacant streets at night are where jackers lurk: somebody will get murked!! the level of scorn wasn't turned down.
Check out the rest of this article at Random Thoughts From A Brotha: The Crossroads / Intersection
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