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i'm pretty gangster. please excuse my immodesty. MtotheDEATH has been in town for the past week. she rivals my gangsterness with her own. tiphphany has been in town too. it's been fun. more to come.
this week has had its ups, it's had its downs. i can pinpoint one of the ups. one of the highest ups was while i was eating a curry chicken bowl in the cougareat. i was by myself. just me, my bowl, and the blessed music they play in the cougareat. it's always quiet enough to hear it in the summer. here's the up: when i sat down "Roll to Me" by Del Amitri was playing. it's the one that goes, "look around your world, pretty baby, is it everthing you hoped it'd be...." and so on. i've joined with others in singing this throughout the past year, but never listened to it, and never took the time to google it to see who really sings it. i took the time this week. after my first search, all results were pointing towards the spin doctors, but i knew that was false. i've never forgotten the music video, with all of its creepiness, and the singer definitely was not the same as the hairy homeboy that sung for the spin doctors. after another search i found out it was Del Amitri. the natural next step was youtube-ing that beezy and watching the video. that i did. the whole band are babies in carriages or shopping carts and it kind of gives the hee-bee-gee-bees, but my goodness, what a special song.
i feel like this post would be a good time to call out all the RHYME-TYMERS and RHYME-TYMER-ETTES for RHYME-TIME ROUND 2. i'm calling out everybody to post their dopest rhyme. errybody. those who don't will be labeled "cowards." how 'bout we give everbody a few days to think about it, and then we'll ring the bell. deal.
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oh, i love Del Amitri.
love,
sodapop.
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e to the evil. r to the rockstar. c to the crazy.
erc...where can a sista get her fingas on a copy of those pics?
grannie's in back walkin slow,
walkin slow, while
mama's in the front, tryn' to find where we should go, and
little teenage girls lookin sad, lookin mad, and
it is bloody hot
gotta stop
gotta wait
grannies cane
just got stuck
grannies cane
what the fun
is this place when you aint
got yo friends, need yo friends, fellin like yo world goin' end.
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