Another Glitch In My Day

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Born To Be Alive

Patrick Hernandez & StereomasterZ  Born To Be Alive Stef Konstan House To Disco

2 days more.

it wasn't special really,

it could have not even been something he ever thought about,

i mean, 

he wasn't really supposed to be here anyway.

it was all just a mistake.

a malfunction in one girl's

 control of her emotions.

and one man's lack of control

 to keep his cock in his pants.

and, well, actually, the most important one

is the unbelievably strong will

 of another woman, who,

just happened to be in the right place

 at the right time.

Otherwise, if the stars hadn't aligned in just the exact way they did,

if one thing happened differently,

or timing was off by by even a 

fracture of a second,

who knows?

maybe he would have never been given the chance to be here now.

maybe he would, by now, 

be a 46 year old corpse 

in the bottom of a garbage pile 

on Staten Island.

maybe?

ya never know.

but he didn't have to be proven anything anymore.

whatever happened, good or bad,

each and every second was a gift.

one that he was indeed, very lucky,

and thankful, to have received.

And so, as the day turned into night 

and then into day again,

even though he wasn't a millionaire,

even though he didn't have 

the love of his life laying next to him,

and even though he wished he was maybe 

10 pounds beefier, more defined, etc.,

he just smiled,

and knew that it was all ok.

it was all good.

it was all, 

exactly as the universe had intended.

and the number that he was counting up to,

was just a number...

everything else was a gift.

even, and, especially,

that number.

 


 

 

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                                            then he thought again,

           and it all made sense...

maybe, no, definitely

he did have the love of his life laying next to him...

maybe, nah, definitely, 

he couldn't imagine another 

that could/would ever come close.

3 months lost

Depeche Mode
- Everything Counts (Luis Leon Unemployed Bootleg).

As if nothing at all had happened,

he woke up out of a sound sleep,

went to the bathroom, walking past the couch in the living room to pet his dog Buddy on the head, give him a kiss, and even popped into the kitchen to swig down some lemonade from the bottle before 

 digging through the pantry to get Buddy a midnight treat.

he then proceeded to the bathroom, where he, ritualistically, put down the toilet seat to sit and pee. he was too lazy to stand, and he always ended up peeing all over the seat anyway. this made it easier and more efficient.

when he was done, he stood up and headed back to his bedroom, but by this time, after his little side journey's , he wasn't really that tired. so he did what came more naturally to him, and sat down in front of the computer, turned it on, waited for it to load, and typed in his passwords, and logged into his email.it was only then that he had his first glimpse that something strange seemed to be going on, as he had more than 600 emails unread, some dating back to 3 months prior. as he began opening the first few, he heard a rustling from down the hall. he lifted his head away from the screen and down the hall, where there stood his mother in her powder blue nightgown, she appeared in shock, and for a moment, she looked like she was ready to pass out.

"hi" he said.

"what are you doing?" she asked, voice shaking.

"chcking my email, why?"

"who are you?" she asked, voice high and cracking.

"joey??" he said.

she burst into tears, crying uncontrollably, and then she ran in and hugged him tight. for the next few  hours, as the sun broke the horizon announcing a new day,they sat in his bedroom, and she told him the story of his last 3 months, the accident he totaled his car in, the coma he laid in the hospital in for almost a month, the cracked skull, broken ribs, and complete memory loss that was now just a void of time in his life. the doctors didn't think he would even make it, but there he was, and the memory loss, was something he didn't even have to forget. it was never remembered.

 

 

 photos of Charlie Harding, shot yesterday in my back yard at 810 Grand St, jersey City.

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the return of Aquanetta Jones

Vegas Baby!
 - What's Goin' On (Original Mix)

ask yourself this question,

has i lost my goddamn head?

or are people just fuckin' wack?

is it me?

or has the world gone mad?

my answer to you would be simple,

them mutherfuckers all be krazy...

in a world where we have the technology to travel through space,

surf the net,

explore each and everything we could 

possibly ever dream of,

as well as millions more we can't,

meet a mate that is digitally chosen for us simply by downloading who we claim to be,

extracting, dissecting, researching, calculating and exasperating 

every last detail of everything imaginable

for every time period back to millions of years before we even roamed the earth,

why is it then that we can't simply do the simple things that the time saved 

by technological advances allows us to do,

like, pick up a phone and call someone, 

and not text.

say thank you when someone's been kind.

be generous because we have more than we can, in a million years, ever use.

or even something that is so easy to do,

that i isn't even really a question why it isn't done in the first place...

actually pay the people 

who do nice things for you,

that you yourself asked for,

even hired them to do,

than they spent so much time, 

countless hours, and sometimes days doing,

yet, when the job is done 

to the satisfaction of the client,

they somehow...

forget the right thing to do,

and all of a sudden,

they also forget your phone number...

amazing.

u forget my digits ho?

funny, when u were begging me, even demanding that i take the money offered,

and even when u so idiotically thought that because we were working together,

meant we were supposed to be also having sex  (?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?)

u had my digits memorized...

u never hesitated to ask me to do extra work,

give you options,

and even do these things at your leisure,

when you actually showed up,

which was never on time...

yet, now...

where are you?

i called.

no answer.

i called again,

no answer.

text-ing you got a minimal response about you being in a "bad mood".

bad mood?

really?

let me show you

what a bad mood is gonna look like

 on that ashy face of yours gurl.

it aint the look.

it's not how i wanna go down,

but trust...

it will go down.

so, again, i ask...

what's goin' on?

i won't ask again,

at least,

so nicely.

 

now hooka, u know who u is.

don't make me be shady cause,

i done told myself i was gonna let 

Aquanetta Jones (my black gurl alter-ego)

have some time off...

but i got the Vaseline out,

coca butter ready,

and a new pack of razor blades 

ready to cut yer ashy face,

all as i be smokin' my Newport 

drinkin' Pink Champale 

chillin' in da crib waitin' 

for my baby daddy...

so...

once more...

do u really wanna go there w/me?

i thought so...
          SNAP!

Everybody Wants To Rule The World

Tears For Fears - Everybody Wants To Rule The World.HQ. ultimate 12 inch...

welcome to my life...

there's no turning back.

question;

how does anyone expect anyone to have 

an ounce of self respect when they have 

zero respect for anyone else?

everybody wants to rule the world,

but no one rules me but me.

nothing ever lasts forever...

just because i may have been something, once upon a time ago, doesn't mean i am that same person now. 

have i not grown? 

have i not learned? 

have i not proven myself in so many other ways?

am i a one dimensional object with nothing more than what you can barely see from your tower you sit so comfortably perched on? everything and everyone will always look bad from such 

a distorted view.

have you ever thought that someone like me,

has had other things happen in their life that are, quite possibly, out of their control, and maybe they have tried their very hardest, but sometimes, it just isn't good enough.

everyone fails sometimes.

nothing and no one is perfect.

there are things you can't even imagine that i may know so much about, and visa versa, but, i am not the one here making such drastic judgement calls.

what you think you know, divide that by 100.

subtract another 90 percent from that,

and maybe you'll be 1/100th of a smaller percentage of that

and still not even be close to what you think of me.

have you walked in my shoes?

have you experienced the good or bad i have seen?

the triumphs i have made?

the battles i've lost?

the heartaches i've seen?

the mountains i've climbed,

or the hurdles i've jumped?

i've been places you've never even imagined.

i've lived dreams that your brain cannot process.

i've been there, done that, seen, heard, met and trashed things you've never even heard of.

but do i think your a simpleton?

do i look down and sneer?

do i think you are not good enough because you have taken a different path, climbed other mountains and swam other seas?

it's not for you to tell me who i am, nor for you to judge or point fingers. your life is yours, live it, enjoy it, because it doesn't last forever. it's a one time gift. and my life, is my gift.

i've not always treated it as such, 

but i am not a stupid man by any means.

my mistakes made me who i so proudly stand up and shout i am today.

                              me.

regrets, i've had a few,

but then again, to few to mention.

so think what you like.

say what you'll say.

it really doesn't matter anyway.

 

V-you got me

WHITNEY HOUSTON-
 I GOT YOU

When your love is strong

and it comes from the heart,

aint no man strong enough,

aint no time long enough

to tear it apart.

and that's what we have...

believe it or not,

so on the final day

if i took all the hurt and pain,

we'll end up on top.

so i won't cry cause your going away

cause the chemistry we got it don't fade

i won't be wishing for better days

cause deep inside i know

our love stays the same.

you better know...

no matter where you are

you got me.

baby near or far

you got me.

our love will never fade.

you got me.

so let me hear you say,

baby i got you...

i'll be there.

i'll never lie.

Cause you are the reason

that my heart is beating

and i am alive.

before you go

look in my eyes

i can't be replaced, no

i'm not bout to waste, no,

the rest of my life.

you gotta know,

no matter where you are,

you got me.

baby near or far

you got me.

our love will never fade

i got you.

so let me hear you say

baby i got you.

I'll hold you up

when you just can't stand.

i'll make you fly

when you think that you can't.

by my side forever,

baby that's the plan.

i'll be your everything...

i'll be your everything.

Baby i got you.

No matter where you are,

you got me.

baby near or far

you got me.

our love will never fade

i got you.

so let me hear you say

baby i got you.

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ya never know...

waiting to exhale soundtrack
Chaka Khan

When he stopped to think about it,

really think about it,

he realized that it had been more than six years since he actually "celebrated" Valentine's Day.

that's when he decided that maybe he should stop isolating himself in a closet

and look for men in other ways

(than online hook-ups)

and possibly try and find a man of substance.

who knew, maybe they are still out there,

somewhere,

like, Wyoming maybe...

but was it even possible that someone of substance

could actually get past the fact that he actually wasn't actually very substantial.

wouldn't someone who has a real job,

who has money in the bank,

who wasn't an A.D.D. train wreck

or just plain insane

actually have the balls to let themselves fall in love with HIM?

what kind of world would it be if someone who was a real life "good person"

would have anything to do with a person like him?

maybe they'd be cordial at cocktail parties,

say nice things to his face and then as soon as he left,

they would tear him a new asshole...

i mean,

good people never say anything bad to your face...

they keep it for after when they can congregate with other "good people"

and discuss the poor so-n-so who's such a mess...

well, maybe they would just be fooled by his classic good looks which,

by now had faded like an old pair of jeans.

Was there someone out there?

could it be possible?

is it even in his cards to ever be truly happy?

would the guy have a huge cock too?

Well, he thought,

maybe you can't have it all...

but then again,

ya never know...

                              HappyValentine'sDay