Blurbs

Marvin's Room
 by Drake:
     This joint right here, is about I guy who was left by his long time girlfriend. She moved on and met a nice guy, but he never moved on. He respects the other guy in the situation, but one night he has one to many and is looking through his phone and stumbles across her number, he calls her and tells her how he really feels.

Ghost town
  by First Aid kit:
             This little number here, is about a girl, that lived in a small town. She had dreams of bigger and better things, she grew up and at about 20 she left for the big city. She loved it, but there is something that kept on pulling her back, it was family......

No Love
  by Frank Ocean:
     I feel that this song is about a guy, who over time has become very close friends with a girl. He was pondering one day, and realized that he has feelings for this girl, and that she is the only one he has actually gotten close to in a long time, and now he is trying to "find the answer to the problem" which is, should tell her how he is feeling, or should he stay as friends and be happy with what he's got.

My life

    From the streets of Vegas, straight to the burbs Utah county, life is different. I found out that out the hard way. The "Get rich or die trying" mentality isn't the way to roll. It's hard to go from tokin' it with ma boy Tyrone, selling drugs on the corner, and carrying glock in my pants. To having combined family nights, and being with family a lot. My friends in this "bubble", have really set me straight, helped me leave behind the "thug life". This is...... my life.

A burglary of the heart

So the women

darkly dressed

showed up

common menace

a potential criminal

Saturday night

the women called

hoping to cultivate relationships

there's no way

pay attention

something looks suspecious

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Why?

The one thing that keeps runnin through my mind

Why?

Why can't I stop thinking about her?

Why can't things just go smoothly?

Why can't a friend just be true?

Why is this post so hard to write, when there is so much on my mind?

Why can't she see how much I care about her?

Why can't I just tell her how I feel?

Why are things moving so fast, but going no where?

Why would someone that you thought was your friend, just turn around and do something like this?

Why do I care so much?

Why am I even writing about this?

Why does everything happen for a reason, but when it's at the hardest point of things we never know the reason?
Why is it every time I think about it I feel on the verge of tears and have a huge knot in my stomach, Is it really that big of a deal?

Why do I always fall for your type?

Why can't I just move on?

Mustache

The mustache

I think we will all agree it's an interesting accessory

but it's much more than just an accessory, it's a life style

It's the slight itch that wakes you up in the middle of the night

the protection it brings to a vulnerable upper lip

the slight tickle it gives when you kiss loved ones

the respect it brings from ones peers

the looking in the mirror and realizing, balls, I'm the man!

the fear it can strike into your enemies

the ability it has to always rimind you what your last meal was

ask your self, What can a stache do for you?

The man that just pulled you over has one, the creepy man behind bars has one, Tom Selleck, Bryan Hansen, Jason Buck, all have one, can't wait till my upper lip is covered in hair.

Monster hunter freedom unite

You have direct orders to rock out:

To rock out like you're Angus Young

like you just sold a popsicle to a women with white gloves

like you just won American Idol by using only sign language

like you just told Donald Trump that he's fired

like you got Jesse's girl

like Jolene didn't take him just because she can

Rock out like you've Tom Selleck's stache on your top lip

like you just saw E Fing G

like Nelson gave you full credit on all your late work

like you're Bryan Hansen (Father of the Chase Hansen)

like you have everything to show but nothing to prove.

Just rock out.

 

Is it Life? Or is it me?

When I think about life, I get scarred, I'm scarred of never becoming what I always have wanted to be. Not that I won't live up to what someone else wants me to be, but what I want to be, that I won't get to, or through medical school, that I won't be good enough to get and marry the women of my dreams, that I wont raise successful children..... that I simply wont be good enough...... Am i scarred of life? or am i scarred of myself?