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Anaconda, Crime, and Future: LAD BIBLE UCA PO Box 28 Customer Contact Centre GL52 3ZA Re: Application to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry Dear applicant Thank you for your application to the above University. After careful consideration, we're sorry to inform you that you have not been successtul. The reason being that Hogwarts School of wiechcraft and Wizardry is fctional, and a igment of J. K Rowling's imagination. We really did appreciate your letter, specifically the part regarding your "impressive wand skills" and the fact that you had been "shouting Wingardium Leviosa at pigeons in your local city centre. However it is probably important to note that the only reason they began to levitate was because they a) have wings and b) were temified The aurors here at UCAS were also shocked to hear that you had abandoned your A Level revision in order to watch the movies 100 times over. We would advise that in future you should check whether or not the university you're applying for is actually real before giving up on your A Levels completely Also, as much as we appreciate the forward-thinking of "collecting hundreds of frogs from the local pond" so that you can use them for spell practice-we would advise taking them back to their home. Other people may see this as a Sinus crime You're dlearly a very creative person (probably a Huffleput), so it may be worth applying for a drama-related course, or possible script writing. through Clearing There's always spaces, so we're sure you can Stytherin We wish you the best of luck. Got rejected from Hogwarts George Brown Don't worry if you're results weren't great, this lad just got rejected from Hogwarts 😂😂
Anaconda, Crime, and Future: LAD
 BIBLE
 UCA
 PO Box 28
 Customer Contact Centre
 GL52 3ZA
 Re: Application to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
 Dear applicant
 Thank you for your application to the above University. After careful consideration,
 we're sorry to inform you that you have not been successtul. The reason being that
 Hogwarts School of wiechcraft and Wizardry is fctional, and a igment of J. K
 Rowling's imagination.
 We really did appreciate your letter, specifically the part regarding your "impressive
 wand skills" and the fact that you had been "shouting Wingardium Leviosa at
 pigeons in your local city centre. However it is probably important to note that the
 only reason they began to levitate was because they a) have wings and b) were
 temified
 The aurors here at UCAS were also shocked to hear that you had abandoned your A
 Level revision in order to watch the movies 100 times over. We would advise that in
 future you should check whether or not the university you're applying for is actually
 real before giving up on your A Levels completely
 Also, as much as we appreciate the forward-thinking of "collecting hundreds of frogs
 from the local pond" so that you can use them for spell practice-we would advise
 taking them back to their home. Other people may see this as a Sinus crime
 You're dlearly a very creative person (probably a Huffleput), so it may be worth
 applying for a drama-related course, or possible script writing. through Clearing
 There's always spaces, so we're sure you can Stytherin
 We wish you the best of luck.
 Got rejected from Hogwarts
 George Brown
Don't worry if you're results weren't great, this lad just got rejected from Hogwarts 😂😂

Don't worry if you're results weren't great, this lad just got rejected from Hogwarts 😂😂

Chicago, Crime, and Life: At age 18, Willie Reed risked his life to appear as a surprise witness in the Emmett Till Murder Trial theblaquelioness @theblaquelioness Willie Reed did not know Emmett Till, the young man whose murder in the Mississippi Delta became one of the most infamous lynchings in the history of the Jim Crow South. Mr. Reed saw him only once — on Aug. 28, 1955, during the last hours of Till’s life — in the back of a green and white Chevrolet pickup truck. Mr. Reed, a sharecropper, risked his life at 18 to appear as a surprise witness in the prosecution of the white men accused of the crime. He became the momentary hero of the Till trial, an event that helped spur the civil rights movement. Mr. Reed passed away in 2013 at a hospital in Oak Lawn, Illinois. He was 76, and he had lived in Chicago under a different name — first in secrecy and later in relative obscurity — since fleeing Mississippi for his safety over 65 years ago. For decades, he had worked as a hospital orderly. Mr. Reed knew speaking out against the defendants in the case would make him, too, a target for lynching. But he “couldn’t have walked away,” he said years later. “Emmett was 14,” Mr. Reed told the CBS News show “60 Minutes,” “and they killed him. I mean, that’s not right. . . . I knew that I couldn’t say no. Via: washingtonpost.com WillieReed EmmettTill theblaquelioness
Chicago, Crime, and Life: At age 18, Willie Reed risked his life to appear as
 a surprise witness in the Emmett Till Murder Trial
 theblaquelioness
 @theblaquelioness
Willie Reed did not know Emmett Till, the young man whose murder in the Mississippi Delta became one of the most infamous lynchings in the history of the Jim Crow South. Mr. Reed saw him only once — on Aug. 28, 1955, during the last hours of Till’s life — in the back of a green and white Chevrolet pickup truck. Mr. Reed, a sharecropper, risked his life at 18 to appear as a surprise witness in the prosecution of the white men accused of the crime. He became the momentary hero of the Till trial, an event that helped spur the civil rights movement. Mr. Reed passed away in 2013 at a hospital in Oak Lawn, Illinois. He was 76, and he had lived in Chicago under a different name — first in secrecy and later in relative obscurity — since fleeing Mississippi for his safety over 65 years ago. For decades, he had worked as a hospital orderly. Mr. Reed knew speaking out against the defendants in the case would make him, too, a target for lynching. But he “couldn’t have walked away,” he said years later. “Emmett was 14,” Mr. Reed told the CBS News show “60 Minutes,” “and they killed him. I mean, that’s not right. . . . I knew that I couldn’t say no. Via: washingtonpost.com WillieReed EmmettTill theblaquelioness

Willie Reed did not know Emmett Till, the young man whose murder in the Mississippi Delta became one of the most infamous lynchings in the h...

Crime, Family, and Life: Carol Marie Jenkins was a 21-year-old African-American woman who was stabbed to death with a screwdriver while selling encyclopedias door-to-door. In September 1968, Jenkins was going door-to-door when she noticed that she was being followed by two white men. Jenkins approached the home of Norma and Don Neal and reported that she was being followed. The Neals called the police to their home, but the police were unable to find the car that was reportedly following Jenkins. Norma Neal asked Jenkins to stay with them, but Jenkins felt as she had inconvenienced the family enough and left their home. A half hour later, Jenkins was stabbed to death with a screwdriver. For more than 34 years, the murder of Jenkins remained unsolved. But on May 8, 2002, police arrested Kenneth C. Richmond, a 70-year-old career criminal with a history of bizarre behavior and affiliation with groups such as the Ku Klux Klan. Richmond was implicated in the crime by his daughter, Shirley Richmond McQueen, who witnessed the slaying as a child. Police detectives working in a “cold crimes” squad, were led to McQueen by an anonymous letter. When questioned, McQueen confirmed what the letter alleged that, as a 7-year-old, she had watched from the back seat of a car as her father and another man killed young Carol Jenkins. McQueen identified the clothing that Jenkins was wearing that night, which had never been revealed to the public, so detectives believed that the information given about the murder was accurate and they had found one of the killers. McQueen’s father gave her seven dollars — one dollar for each year of her life to stay quiet about what she had witnessed. At the time of the killing, Richmond lived on a Hendricks County farm and was just passing through Martinsville on the night Jenkins was murdered. Richmond never went to trial for Jenkins’ murder. He was declared incompetent to stand trial, and on Aug. 31, 2002, he died of cancer. via blackthen.com theblaquelioness
Crime, Family, and Life: Carol Marie Jenkins was a 21-year-old African-American woman who was stabbed to death with a screwdriver while selling encyclopedias door-to-door. In September 1968, Jenkins was going door-to-door when she noticed that she was being followed by two white men. Jenkins approached the home of Norma and Don Neal and reported that she was being followed. The Neals called the police to their home, but the police were unable to find the car that was reportedly following Jenkins. Norma Neal asked Jenkins to stay with them, but Jenkins felt as she had inconvenienced the family enough and left their home. A half hour later, Jenkins was stabbed to death with a screwdriver. For more than 34 years, the murder of Jenkins remained unsolved. But on May 8, 2002, police arrested Kenneth C. Richmond, a 70-year-old career criminal with a history of bizarre behavior and affiliation with groups such as the Ku Klux Klan. Richmond was implicated in the crime by his daughter, Shirley Richmond McQueen, who witnessed the slaying as a child. Police detectives working in a “cold crimes” squad, were led to McQueen by an anonymous letter. When questioned, McQueen confirmed what the letter alleged that, as a 7-year-old, she had watched from the back seat of a car as her father and another man killed young Carol Jenkins. McQueen identified the clothing that Jenkins was wearing that night, which had never been revealed to the public, so detectives believed that the information given about the murder was accurate and they had found one of the killers. McQueen’s father gave her seven dollars — one dollar for each year of her life to stay quiet about what she had witnessed. At the time of the killing, Richmond lived on a Hendricks County farm and was just passing through Martinsville on the night Jenkins was murdered. Richmond never went to trial for Jenkins’ murder. He was declared incompetent to stand trial, and on Aug. 31, 2002, he died of cancer. via blackthen.com theblaquelioness

Carol Marie Jenkins was a 21-year-old African-American woman who was stabbed to death with a screwdriver while selling encyclopedias door-to...

Children, Crime, and Disneyland: Family Destroyed Over False Aquisations 128,173 views "Cry all you f ckin want, your tears dont mean shit to me. Your tears mean dick to me, just so you know To: From: <p><a href="https://anti-sjw-movement.tumblr.com/post/159840767806/lornagonigall-dungeonman84-let-me-guess-he" class="tumblr_blog">anti-sjw-movement</a>:</p> <blockquote><p><a href="https://lornagonigall.tumblr.com/post/159838408635/dungeonman84-let-me-guess-he-was-falsely" class="tumblr_blog">lornagonigall</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="https://dungeonman84.tumblr.com/post/159823993007/let-me-guess-he-was-falsely-accused-of-some-form" class="tumblr_blog">dungeonman84</a>:</p> <blockquote><p>Let me guess? He was falsely accused of some form of sex crime, and she listened and believed?</p></blockquote> <p>Literally so far from the truth, not even funny. </p> <p>They filmed themselves “pranking” their children. Sounds harmless, right? No. They usually “prank” their child Cody. They did things such as pushed him into furniture, injuring him, blamed him for stuff they did themselves to elicit some sort of reaction from him (usually intense hysteria), as well as filming their older children hurting and bullying Cody to the point of tears.</p> <p>Philip DeFranco called them out on their shit, and obviously, people were pissed. To prove Cody loved them, they “pranked” him again, saying they were giving him up for adoption. Naturally, a child as young as Cody being ripped away from the family he’s accustomed to terrified him and he cried at that prospect and they were like “HAHA HATERS SEE?? CODY LOVES US!!!”</p> <p>They recently said they weren’t bringing Cody to Disneyland because he smeared his faeces on the walls, which is a common sign of what happens to child abuse victims I believe. This only adds to the evidence that they’re abusive pieces of shit.</p> <p>By now, they’ve deleted every single video of theirs besides this one. However, clips still remain on Philip DeFranco’s video as well as other YouTubers. Warning, they’re harrowing.</p> </blockquote> <p>They are literally awful, I am pleased they are being looked into so much now because their treatment of Cody was shocking. They are disgusting.</p></blockquote> <p>By all means yes they are absolutely terrible and no it has nothing to do “Being falsely accused of some sex crime“ </p><p>But real quick I just want to address: “Aquisations”</p>
Children, Crime, and Disneyland: Family Destroyed Over False
 Aquisations
 128,173 views

 "Cry all you f ckin
 want, your tears
 dont mean shit to
 me. Your tears
 mean dick to me,
 just so you know
 To:
 From:
<p><a href="https://anti-sjw-movement.tumblr.com/post/159840767806/lornagonigall-dungeonman84-let-me-guess-he" class="tumblr_blog">anti-sjw-movement</a>:</p>

<blockquote><p><a href="https://lornagonigall.tumblr.com/post/159838408635/dungeonman84-let-me-guess-he-was-falsely" class="tumblr_blog">lornagonigall</a>:</p>
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<p><a href="https://dungeonman84.tumblr.com/post/159823993007/let-me-guess-he-was-falsely-accused-of-some-form" class="tumblr_blog">dungeonman84</a>:</p>

<blockquote><p>Let me guess?  He was falsely accused of some form of sex crime, and she listened and believed?</p></blockquote>

<p>Literally so far from the truth, not even funny. </p>




<p>They filmed themselves “pranking” their children. Sounds harmless, right? No. They usually “prank” their child Cody. They did things such as pushed him into furniture, injuring him, blamed him for stuff they did themselves to elicit some sort of reaction from him (usually intense hysteria), as well as filming their older children hurting and bullying Cody to the point of tears.</p>




<p>Philip DeFranco called them out on their shit, and obviously, people were pissed. To prove Cody loved them, they “pranked” him again, saying they were giving him up for adoption. Naturally, a child as young as Cody being ripped away from the family he’s accustomed to terrified him and he cried at that prospect and they were like “HAHA HATERS SEE?? CODY LOVES US!!!”</p>




<p>They recently said they weren’t bringing Cody to Disneyland because he smeared his faeces on the walls, which is a common sign of what happens to child abuse victims I believe. This only adds to the evidence that they’re abusive pieces of shit.</p>




<p>By now, they’ve deleted every single video of theirs besides this one. However, clips still remain on Philip DeFranco’s video as well as other YouTubers. Warning, they’re harrowing.</p>
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<p>They are literally awful, I am pleased they are being looked into so much now because their treatment of Cody was shocking. They are disgusting.</p></blockquote>

<p>By all means yes they are absolutely terrible and no it has nothing to do “Being falsely accused of some sex crime“ </p><p>But real quick I just want to address: “Aquisations”</p>

<p><a href="https://anti-sjw-movement.tumblr.com/post/159840767806/lornagonigall-dungeonman84-let-me-guess-he" class="tumblr_blog">anti-sjw-...

Alive, Bored, and Club: PRAY FOR THE WICKE RP STARTER MEME <p><a href="http://jeanbeanmemes.tumblr.com/post/175161423268/various-lyrics-from-the-panic-at-the-disco-album" class="tumblr_blog">jeanbeanmemes</a>:</p><blockquote> <p> <small><i>Various lyrics from the Panic! At The Disco album. Feel free to change anything to adapt better for RP purposes. This is part two of the lyrics</i><i>! </i><b><i>Some lyrics may be triggering.</i></b></small></p> <h2><b>Dancing’s Not A Crime</b></h2> <ul><li><small>I’m a moon-walker. I’m like MJ up in the clouds.<br/></small></li> <li><small>I know it sounds awkward.<br/></small></li> <li><small>I’m filthy as charged.<br/></small></li> <li><small>You’re a sweet talker but darlin’ whatcha gonna say now?<br/></small></li> <li><small>The midnight marauders, the higher never come down.</small></li> <li><small>You can’t take me anywhere.<br/></small></li> <li><small>I’m still uninvited, I’m still gonna light it.<br/></small></li> <li><small>I’m going insane and I don’t care.</small></li> <li><small>Dancing, dancing, dancing’s not a crime unless you do it without me.</small></li> <li><small>If you’re night crawlin’ with him, I won’t take it lying down.</small></li> <li><small>I’ve got a few lawyers, and you’re guilty as charged, guilty as charged</small></li> <li><small>We could be waltzin’, but darlin’ don’t be throwing shade now.</small></li> <li><small>Don’t call me Saint California if you’re at another altar.</small></li> <li><small>Just gimme your vows.</small></li> </ul><h2><b>One Of The Drunks</b></h2> <ul><li><small>Orange juice, pour out half the carton. Grey Goose, pour it, get it started.<br/></small></li> <li><small>Good times, remedy your sorrows.<br/></small></li> <li><small>Baptize, don’t worry ‘bout tomorrow.</small></li> <li><small>Shake it up, shake it up. <br/></small></li> <li><small>Now it’s time to dive in.<br/></small></li> <li><small>Share a cup, share a cup.<br/></small></li> <li><small>Now you’re screwdriving.<br/></small></li> <li><small>Every weekend with your friends, every weekday when it ends.<br/></small></li> <li><small>Damn, it’s all good, I guess.</small></li> <li><small>This is what it feels like when you become one of the drunks.<br/></small></li> <li><small>Searching for a new high, high as the sun, uncomfortably numb.<br/></small></li> <li><small>This is what it feels like when you become one of the drunks. Welcome to the club!</small></li> <li><small>Never dry, every day you’re thirsty.</small></li> <li><small>Bourbon high, sip it till you’re tipsy.</small></li> <li><small>Night’s young, searching for a feeling.</small></li> <li><small>Big fun, dancing with the demons.</small></li> <li><small>Holy Spirit grips you like a pistol.</small></li> </ul><h2><b>The Overpass</b></h2> <ul><li><small>Let me hear you say something.<br/></small></li> <li><small>I’m sorry to get sentimental tonight.<br/></small></li> <li><small>That perfume lingers in your hair.<br/></small></li> <li><small>It’s just that everything reminds me of things I thought I shouldn’t have to see again. <br/></small></li> <li><small>See the thing is I’m so sorry to say you need me, don’t you?<br/></small></li> <li><small>Someone still loves you</small></li> <li><small>Meet me at the overpass.</small></li> <li><small>Sketchy girls and lipstick boys, troubled love and high speed noise.</small></li> <li><small>I know you wanna meet me at the overpass.</small></li> <li><small>Tiny bottles of shit wine in a tin can that climbs.<br/></small></li> <li> <small>I remember every time everything about you is perfect down to your blood type.</small><br/></li> </ul><h2><b>King Of The Cloud</b></h2> <ul><li><small>Heaven knows that I’m born too late for these ghosts that I chase.<br/></small></li> <li><small>With these dreams, I inflate, painted skies in my brain.<br/></small></li> <li><small>Every day, I’m Carl Sagan in space to escape this old world.<br/></small></li> <li><small><br/></small></li> <li><small>Some days I lie wide awake &lsquo;til the Sun hits my face and I fade, elevate from the Earth.<br/></small></li> <li><small>Far away to a place where I’m free from the weight, this old world.</small></li> <li><small>I don’t trust anything or anyone, below the Sun.<br/></small></li> <li><small>I don’t feel anything at all.<br/></small></li> <li><small>I’m King of the clouds, I get lifted.</small></li> <li><small>Some only live to die, I’m alive to fly higher than angels in outfields inside of my mind.<br/></small></li> <li><small>I’m ascending these ladders, I’m climbin’, say goodbye to this old world.</small></li> <li><small>When I fall to rise with stardust in my eyes in the backbone of night, I’m combustible. <br/></small></li> <li> <small>Dust in the fire when I can’t sleep a wink, I’m too tired.</small><br/></li> </ul><h2><b>Old Fashioned</b></h2> <ul><li> <small>Once upon a thrill from a kiss to a swill, we were swallowing the nights like we have nine lives. </small><br/></li> <li> <small>Dead and gone so long, seventeen so gone.</small><br/></li> <li><small>We were bored like kids with a book of disorders, medicating every day to keep the straightness in order.</small></li> <li><small>It’s the false side of hope, where believers concede, and there’s only memories when it’s over.</small></li> <li><small>Pour out some liquor, make it an old fashioned. </small></li> <li><small>Remember your youth and all that you do, the plank and the passion.</small></li> <li><small>They were the best of times, they were the best of times.</small></li> <li><small>Once upon before we were brilliant and bored. <br/></small></li> <li><small>Two dashes of the bitters, add some ice and you pour.</small></li> <li><small>Get boozy, boozy, boozy.</small></li> <li><small>Now it looks like a wasteland.<br/></small></li> <li><small>Not the way that we remember.<br/></small></li> <li> <small>One more sip for the past, and always tip your bartender.</small><br/></li> </ul><h2><b>Dying In LA</b></h2> <ul><li><small>The moment you arrived, they built you up.<br/></small></li> <li><small>The sun was in your eyes. You couldn’t believe it.</small></li> <li><small>Riches all around, you’re walking. <br/></small></li> <li><small>Stars are on the ground, you start to believe it.</small></li> <li><small>Every face along the boulevard is a dreamer just like you. <br/></small></li> <li><small>You looked at death in a tarot card and you saw what you had to do.<br/></small></li> <li><small>But nobody knows you now, when you’re dying in LA.<br/></small></li> <li><small>And nobody owes you now, when you’re dying in LA<br/></small></li> <li><small>Nights at the chateau trapped in your sunset bungalow, you couldn’t escape it.<br/></small></li> <li><small>Drink of paradise, they told you put your blood on ice.<br/></small></li> <li> <small>You’re not gonna make it.</small><br/></li> </ul></blockquote>
Alive, Bored, and Club: PRAY FOR THE WICKE
 RP STARTER MEME
<p><a href="http://jeanbeanmemes.tumblr.com/post/175161423268/various-lyrics-from-the-panic-at-the-disco-album" class="tumblr_blog">jeanbeanmemes</a>:</p><blockquote>
<p>

<small><i>Various lyrics from the Panic! At The Disco album. Feel free to change anything to adapt better for RP purposes. This is part two of the lyrics</i><i>! </i><b><i>Some lyrics may be triggering.</i></b></small></p>
<h2><b>Dancing’s Not A Crime</b></h2>
<ul><li><small>I’m a moon-walker. I’m like MJ up in the clouds.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>I know it sounds awkward.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>I’m filthy as charged.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>You’re a sweet talker but darlin’ whatcha gonna say now?<br/></small></li>
<li><small>The midnight marauders, the higher never come down.</small></li>
<li><small>You can’t take me anywhere.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>I’m still uninvited, I’m still gonna light it.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>I’m going insane and I don’t care.</small></li>
<li><small>Dancing, dancing, dancing’s not a crime unless you do it without me.</small></li>
<li><small>If you’re night crawlin’ with him, I won’t take it lying down.</small></li>
<li><small>I’ve got a few lawyers, and you’re guilty as charged, guilty as charged</small></li>
<li><small>We could be waltzin’, but darlin’ don’t be throwing shade now.</small></li>
<li><small>Don’t call me Saint California if you’re at another altar.</small></li>
<li><small>Just gimme your vows.</small></li>
</ul><h2><b>One Of The Drunks</b></h2>
<ul><li><small>Orange juice, pour out half the carton. Grey Goose, pour it, get it started.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>Good times, remedy your sorrows.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>Baptize, don’t worry ‘bout tomorrow.</small></li>
<li><small>Shake it up, shake it up. <br/></small></li>
<li><small>Now it’s time to dive in.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>Share a cup, share a cup.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>Now you’re screwdriving.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>Every weekend with your friends, every weekday when it ends.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>Damn, it’s all good, I guess.</small></li>
<li><small>This is what it feels like when you become one of the drunks.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>Searching for a new high, high as the sun, uncomfortably numb.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>This is what it feels like when you become one of the drunks. Welcome to the club!</small></li>
<li><small>Never dry, every day you’re thirsty.</small></li>
<li><small>Bourbon high, sip it till you’re tipsy.</small></li>
<li><small>Night’s young, searching for a feeling.</small></li>
<li><small>Big fun, dancing with the demons.</small></li>
<li><small>Holy Spirit grips you like a pistol.</small></li>
</ul><h2><b>The Overpass</b></h2>
<ul><li><small>Let me hear you say something.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>I’m sorry to get sentimental tonight.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>That perfume lingers in your hair.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>It’s just that everything reminds me of things I thought I shouldn’t have to see again. <br/></small></li>
<li><small>See the thing is I’m so sorry to say you need me, don’t you?<br/></small></li>
<li><small>Someone still loves you</small></li>
<li><small>Meet me at the overpass.</small></li>
<li><small>Sketchy girls and lipstick boys, troubled love and high speed noise.</small></li>
<li><small>I know you wanna meet me at the overpass.</small></li>
<li><small>Tiny bottles of shit wine in a tin can that climbs.<br/></small></li>
<li>
<small>I remember every time everything about you is perfect down to your blood type.</small><br/></li>
</ul><h2><b>King Of The Cloud</b></h2>
<ul><li><small>Heaven knows that I’m born too late for these ghosts that I chase.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>With these dreams, I inflate, painted skies in my brain.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>Every day, I’m Carl Sagan in space to escape this old world.<br/></small></li>
<li><small><br/></small></li>
<li><small>Some days I lie wide awake &lsquo;til the Sun hits my face and I fade, elevate from the Earth.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>Far away to a place where I’m free from the weight, this old world.</small></li>
<li><small>I don’t trust anything or anyone, below the Sun.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>I don’t feel anything at all.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>I’m King of the clouds, I get lifted.</small></li>
<li><small>Some only live to die, I’m alive to fly higher than angels in outfields inside of my mind.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>I’m ascending these ladders, I’m climbin’, say goodbye to this old world.</small></li>
<li><small>When I fall to rise with stardust in my eyes in the backbone of night, I’m combustible. <br/></small></li>
<li>
<small>Dust in the fire when I can’t sleep a wink, I’m too tired.</small><br/></li>
</ul><h2><b>Old Fashioned</b></h2>
<ul><li>
<small>Once upon a thrill from a kiss to a swill, we were swallowing the nights like we have nine lives. </small><br/></li>
<li>
<small>Dead and gone so long, seventeen so gone.</small><br/></li>
<li><small>We were bored like kids with a book of disorders, medicating every day to keep the straightness in order.</small></li>
<li><small>It’s the false side of hope, where believers concede, and there’s only memories when it’s over.</small></li>
<li><small>Pour out some liquor, make it an old fashioned. </small></li>
<li><small>Remember your youth and all that you do, the plank and the passion.</small></li>
<li><small>They were the best of times, they were the best of times.</small></li>
<li><small>Once upon before we were brilliant and bored. <br/></small></li>
<li><small>Two dashes of the bitters, add some ice and you pour.</small></li>
<li><small>Get boozy, boozy, boozy.</small></li>
<li><small>Now it looks like a wasteland.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>Not the way that we remember.<br/></small></li>
<li>
<small>One more sip for the past, and always tip your bartender.</small><br/></li>
</ul><h2><b>Dying In LA</b></h2>
<ul><li><small>The moment you arrived, they built you up.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>The sun was in your eyes. You couldn’t believe it.</small></li>
<li><small>Riches all around, you’re walking. <br/></small></li>
<li><small>Stars are on the ground, you start to believe it.</small></li>
<li><small>Every face along the boulevard is a dreamer just like you. <br/></small></li>
<li><small>You looked at death in a tarot card and you saw what you had to do.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>But nobody knows you now, when you’re dying in LA.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>And nobody owes you now, when you’re dying in LA<br/></small></li>
<li><small>Nights at the chateau trapped in your sunset bungalow, you couldn’t escape it.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>Drink of paradise, they told you put your blood on ice.<br/></small></li>
<li>
<small>You’re not gonna make it.</small><br/></li>
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