You, with your words like knives
And swords and weapons that you use against me
You, have knocked me off my feet again,
Got me feeling like a nothing
You, with your voice like nails
On a chalk board, calling me out when I'm wounded
You, picking on the weaker man
You can take me down
With just one single blow
But you don't know what you don't know
Someday I'll be living in a big old city
And all you're ever gonna be is mean
Someday I'll be big enough so you can't hit me
And all you're ever gonna be is mean
Why you gotta be so mean?
You, with your switching sides
And your wildfire lies and your humiliation
You have pointed out my flaws again
As if I don't already see them
I walk with my head down,
Try to block you out 'cause I never impress you
I just want to feel okay again
Source: LyricFind
You, with your words like knives
And swords and weapons that you use against me
You, have knocked me off my feet again,
Got me feeling like a nothing
You, with your voice like nails
On a chalk board, calling me out when I'm wounded
You, picking on the weaker man
And swords and weapons that you use against me
You, have knocked me off my feet again,
Got me feeling like a nothing
You, with your voice like nails
On a chalk board, calling me out when I'm wounded
You, picking on the weaker man
You can take me down
With just one single blow
But you don't know what you don't know
With just one single blow
But you don't know what you don't know
Someday I'll be living in a big old city
And all you're ever gonna be is mean
Someday I'll be big enough so you can't hit me
And all you're ever gonna be is mean
Why you gotta be so mean?
And all you're ever gonna be is mean
Someday I'll be big enough so you can't hit me
And all you're ever gonna be is mean
Why you gotta be so mean?
You, with your switching sides
And your wildfire lies and your humiliation
You have pointed out my flaws again
As if I don't already see them
I walk with my head down,
Try to block you out 'cause I never impress you
I just want to feel okay again
And your wildfire lies and your humiliation
You have pointed out my flaws again
As if I don't already see them
I walk with my head down,
Try to block you out 'cause I never impress you
I just want to feel okay again
Source: LyricFind
THANKS FOR THE LOVELY, LOVELY, LOVELY, BOUQUETS OF FLOWERS AT SOPHIA'S PLACE! KISSES! I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE FRESH FLOWERS!
GRAND-DAUGHTER'S BIRTHDAY CARD, TRACKER. CONNECT THE DOTS, FROM MOM TO KIDS, TO GRAND KIDS: (1) TRASHED, BOOK, RETRIEVED, WITH MONEY. (2) MAILED FROM CROSSROAD'S, U.S. POST OFFICE, TO
YESTERDAY, RIGHT AFTER NOON, HAVING TO PAY, POSTAGE, BECAUSE, A STAMP WOULD NOT COVER THE CARD, THAT WILL NOT GO THROUGH THE CIRCULAR, POSTAL MACHINE--SO, A 52 CENT STAMP, COST ME, $3.72 OR SOMETHING ON MY VISA DEBIT CARD! (3) SAME CARD I USED FOR SUBWAY SANDWICH, NEAR, BELLEVUE WALMART AND LA FITNESS; (4) WROTE BLOGGING NOTES ON THE TRACKING RECEIPT, SO, VERIFY, WITH DEBIT CARD! (5) RETURN ADDRESS, TO MARY'S PLACE IN SEATTLE, AND, TO EAGLE MOUNTAIN, UTAH! (5) 6 SETS OF PARENTS, CALLING MY KIDS, THEIRS! TRACK THE KIDS THROUGH THE MAIL! (6) THE QUOTE I AM GOING TO QUOTE RIGHT NOW, IS FROM, THE RETRIEVED BOOK, "EXTREME DANGER" CONNECTING "MY" BLOG TO ME, AND "MY" FAMILY! (7) LET'S HEAR IT FOR THE BOY--LET'S HEAR IT FOR MY, BABY! . . . IN PRAISE OF YOUNGER MEN! THINK, HE MIGHT ALREADY BE ON IT?
GUT FEELING. LOVE WINS!
SCREAM DREAM!
OLD MOB BOSS? CALENDAR OF THE CELEBRATION OF THE "DEAD WALK" OR "WALK OF THE DEAD." MUCH, LIKE A CALENDAR, PIN-UP OF CHICKS, PLAYBOY BUNNIES, OR FIREMEN, THIS WAS A CALENDAR OF THE TRADITIONAL SKULL, OF THE MEXICAN HOLIDAY, CELEBRATING THE DEAD!
- this dream was real simple, in content, but it is the CONTEXT, that is complicated, and meaningful, if not scary!
- all it was, is me, sitting with, an older man, seemed, well preserved, had some cosmetic surgery, noticed it in his mouth and chin, area, the only place that was in my dream. Reminded me of Hugh Hefner, Playboy Mansion, dude.
- I was sitting with this older man, and, I think I was feeding him, and concerned, that he keep his food in his MOUTH! Now if there is any characteristic, of me, it is that, I am NO CARETAKER! I may have been, staff attorney for the Utah Division of Aging, but, during that same time, I told my mother, as, her parents and, my dad's parents, were dying off, that, I would work, two jobs, but I would, NEVER, change their diapers! I reminded, my mother, that, she had, 7 other kids, all of whom, would be better caretakers than, me! I would, pay for their care, but, I would not do it myself! LOL.
- so . . . . why in the fuck, would I be with some, old fart, feeding him? It was not anyone I knew, and really, in the dream, I just saw his chin area.
- as we were sitting there, a calendar, of the 12 months of the year, started to turn, month by month, page by page, showing, this very recognizable skeleton, that is a traditional, decoration, for their yearly, WALK OF THE DEAD! Missoula, Montana, has this parade each year, near, Halloween, and it is the COOLEST parade!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I love Halloween, and the dancing, ghosts, witches, mixed with, the WALK OF THE DEAD, is totally, fun, haunting and ghastly fun!
- at first, I was trying to place the SKULLS, and the black and white, skeleton, that is always, surrounded by colorful, flowers, and other, fun, Mexican decor, that livens, the parade and pictures of the skeleton. I think last year, there was a drill team of skeletons, with just the bones, in florescent green, on white body suits, so when the lights were out, all you could see were the bones! But, at first, I thought of my son's, way, awesome, cool, cover, of his GOD'S REVOLVER, LITTLE BLACK HORSE WHERE ARE YOU GOING ALBUM, or western epic in southern rock!
- I tried to copy a graphic, of the Walk of the Skull or the Skeleton Walk, totally bright a fun, colorful and dreadful, but cool, either someone is blocking it so they can put it in MY blog, they STEAL, or just keeping me from, making MY blog, more fun! BOTH! Look up the graphic!
- I JUST LOOKED A MY PREVIEW, AND, THERE IS A SPACE, FOR "MY" GRAPHICS, IN THE MOB'S, VERSION OF THIS BLOG, SAVED, IT FOR THEMSELVES, SINCE THEY KNEW NOTHING OF IT, UNTIL I WROTE . . . BUT THIS IS A TRAP, I AM GOING TO FILL THIS PART IN, AND, ALSO, PUT THE QUOTE, I TALKED ABOUT, AFTER THIS SECTION . . .
- now, the reason, this, calendar and symbol is so important with the dream interpretation, getting the feeling on waking up, in the middle of the night, that I was with a mob boss, is that, I had just written in my blog, about, the hot college hunk, I have had a CRUSH on for 2 and a half years! FOUR MEN, I HAVE EVEN JUST LIKED, AND GOTTEN TO KNOW, HAVE BEEN, KILLED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
- THE 12 MONTHS IN THE CALENDAR YEAR, FLASHED BY IN THE DREAM, EACH WITH A DIFFERENT, SKULL OR SKELETON ON IT! THEY ARE MESSING WITH MY CURSOR, RIGHT NOW, CHECK OUT THE FUCKED, MARGINS, ABOVE! THE BITCH SQUAD IS NOT COLORFUL, OR ARE THEY FUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
- MY 3RD AND 4TH HUSBANDS, WERE MOB FOR SURE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHEN I FIRST GOT WITH, BRETT, HE SHOWED, "MORMONS AND MOBSTERS"; GOD INTEL, "YOU MARRIED THE MOB!" OR "YOU MARRIED AN AXE MURDER" HIT MAN FOR THE MOB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
- THIS GOES, ALONG WITH THE #1 THING SOMEONE SHOULD USE, TO TELL SOMETHING OTHER THAN THE NORMAL IS GOING ON . . . HINT, HINT, HINT, MOB SHIT!
- in the book, EXTREME DANGER, Becca's, little brother, she raised, allegedly met, some hot, Russian student, whom he had raging sex with and now was moving in with, her, as the Russian mob,boss, who paid for her and owned, her, watched, each and every act of sex, bit sis, concerned, along with, her, ex-pat, hit man, grew concerned about, finding, little bro, where they did . . . page 391, but this is the type differences, people, who want to error on the side of safety in the most perilous danger, like me, in the pool, below, needs to do, to recognize, danger when it is right on them!
- It was a useless exercise, "Joshie, something's off about this---
- "Don't start with me," he snarled. "just shut up, OK?"
- "NO, really. Look at this place." She indicated the huge, beautiful kitchen."Tuscan tile? Marble counter-tops? State-of-the-art appliances? This furniture?" She swept her hand at the antique dining table, the mellow blond parquet, the restored molding of the townhouse. "This isn't housing for a foreign student, Joshie. This kitchen alone is bigger than mny entire apartment. You can't pay rent on this place with extra shifts at Eric's Electronics Barn. There's something else going on here. Can't you feel it?"
- remember when, I said, this book had to have been written by a man, all about how sex feels like to a man? Yeah, a friend of mine, said, Shannon, can be a man's name too! LOL. Irish, and also, I saw a black, dude on the Patriot's team this morning, ESPN, who's name was Shannon! The book just refers to the author, as "author" not he or she . . . I knew it! I guess, because it was about a female character, a woman must have written it, but when, there were hundreds of pages all about the couple's great sex and amazing bodies, and the author, referring to himself as MR. BIG, that should have all been a clue! to the clueless! Cover pic has a woman's face and hair on it . . . great sex ed! LOL. Who cares about Nick and Becca? Maybe I will finish it, now that my card is in the mail!
WHY ARE THERE KIDS SWIMMING LESSONS, AT THE LA FITNESS CLUB? THE RULES, HAVE FAMILY SWIM TIME, ON SUNDAY AFTERNOONS, FROM, 4:00 PM, TO 8:00 PM, WHEN, MEMBERS ARE GENERALLY, GONE!? STAGED FOR THE KILL AND THE THRILL?
NOW, IT WAS NOT, JUST, ONE HOUR OF SWIM LESSONS, BUT, TWO. I THOUGHT, MAYBE 5 TO 6:00 PM? WHILE IN THE HOT TUB, SOME, ITALIAN, LOOKING, MOB, DUDE CAME IN?
WHEN, I THOUGHT, THE STRANGE SWIM LESSONS WERE DONE, I GOT IN THE POOL. SOMEONE TOLD ME, TWO LANES WERE FOR LAP SWIMMERS, BUT THE FIRST ONE WAS FOR, SWIM LESSONS?
WHATEVER. IN ABOUT 5 MINUTES, I HAD A LANE TO MYSELF! COOL. THEN, SOME, YOUNG, TALL, ASIAN, DUDE, CAME AND GOT IN MY LANE, THAT IS DIVIDED INTO, TWO SMALLER LANES, BY THE DARK BLUE TILE LINE, IN BETWEEN, THIS ONE LANE. NOW MOST, SWIMMERS, STAY ON THEIR SIDE OF THE LINE, IN ONE, LANE, FOR TWO PEOPLE. THIS DICKHEAD, STARTED DOING REALLY STRANGE SHIT. HE STARTED TO LAY ACROSS, BOTH LANES, ACTING LIKE HE WAS CHALLENGING ME, TO BUMP HIM, OUT OF BOTH LANES . . . EASY, FUCK OFF, FAGGOT! HE MOVED, BUT HE STARTED ACTING MORE AND MORE STRANGE, DIVING DEEP, AND, CROSSING OVER, INTO MY LANE, ACTING MORE LIKE A SHARK, THAN, A SWIMMER. YOU HAVE WATCHED SHARKS, SWIM CLOSE TO THEIR PREY, AND, ALMOST LIKE, SMELL THEM, AND SWIM AWAY, COMING BACK FOR THE ATTACK! FINALLY, I FIGURED HE WAS UP TO SOMETHING, SO I BACKED TO THE WALL, ABOUT, THE 4.5 FEET MARK, TO DO MY LEG LIFTS, AND WHATEVER, BUT, I STOOD WATCHING HIM, AND AS HE CAME, NEAR AND NEARER TO ME, I WAS PRETENDING TO DO THESE, LEG LIFTS, WITH THE YELLOW AND BLUE, WATER WEIGHTS, BETWEEN MY LEGS, AND HAD HE COME, AN INCH, CLOSER, I WOULD HAVE BOUNCED THEM OFF HIS FUCKING HEAD! HE VEERED AWAY! THEN, HE STARTED, SWIMMING, IN A COMPLETE, "C" AROUND ME. ON MY SIDE, THEN, OUT WIDE TO AVOID ME THEN, GOING BACK OVER TO MY SIDE, ON THE OTHER SIDE OF ME! THERE WERE THREE TIMES, WHEN, I THOUGHT HE GOT OUT OF THE POOL???? THEN, I SAW HIS HEAD EMERGE, BUT, JUST BARELY, ENOUGH TO BREATHE! I KEPT MY EYE ON HIM, MUCH LIKE I DID THE DUDE, THE OTHER NIGHT IN THE RAIN AND THUNDER STORM! WU ASSASSINS!
WHAT WAS EQUALLY AS BIZARRE WHERE THE FOUR, ELDERLY MEN, SITTING IN A HALF CIRCLE, BETWEEN THE HOT TUB AND THE POOL, ON THE WATER WEIGHT BOXES, AND ON TWO CHAIRS . . . BLACK, MUSLIM, ASIAN, AND INDIAN, AS CLOSE AS I COULD TELL? NONE, LOOKED, LIKE THEY WERE WATCHING, GRAND KIDS . . . TOO OLD FOR KIDS!
WHITE MOB LEAVE? MINORITY MOBS, FILLING IN THE VACUUM?
DID, MORMONS, MOBSTERS, AND MEN IN BLACK, TELL THESE FUCKS, THAT THEY HAD TO GET RID OF ME FIRST? JUST LIKE ME, TELLING, THE GOOD GUYS, I WOULD GIVE HALF OF WHATEVER THEY COULD RECOVER, FROM THE MOB, TO THEM, SHELLEY AND CREW, DECIDED, TO BACK OUT BEFORE THEY GOT THEIR ASSES, FRIED, BY THE DUDES, WHO ARE SICK AND TIRED OF THIS SHIT AND GOING AFTER THE ONES DOING THIS TO ME . . . I PAY BETTER THAN THE MOB!
I AM SURE THERE ARE SURVEILLANCE CAMERAS THAT CAUGHT, THE WHOLE THING ON TAPE! THE BLACK OR INDIAN, DUDE, STAYED, AFTER THE ASIAN, FUCK, GOT OUT OF MY LANE, FIGURING I WAS GOING TO TAKE A SWIPE AT HIM, IF HE DIDN'T KNOCK IT OFF!
LISTEN FUCKHEADS, I DON'T JUST OWN THE NEW SEATTLE SKYLINE, BUT THE BELLEVUE AND KIRKLAND, SKYLINES TOO!
SO, FUCK YOU TOO, ASSHOLES!
AFRAID OF THE MOB? FUCK NO! SHIT, YOU ASS-WIPES, HAVE BEEN TRYING TO KILL ME FOR AT LEAST THE LAST 7 YEARS! I AM THE LIVE BAIT FOR THE FBI, ON YOUR ASSES!
SAINTSHURST ELECTRIC!
GO SEAHAWKS!
ME AND PETE, HAVE SOMETHING IN COMMON, EX-MO'S!
JUST BEAT'EM!