
#WHAT DON'T YOU FUCKING UNDERSTAND!#
new blues from Un Amico at 18:51 1 got them goddamn blues
ID: B. Scott, movies, music, random, things on a tuesday
new blues from Un Amico at 23:28 1 got them goddamn blues
ID: cain't be serious, comedy, hot daddies, random, sexy can i?, touch my body
“Chris Brown is being convicted and character assassinated in the media and we don’t even know what Rihanna did yet.”
david, stop playing.
why don't you write him a nice, "i gotcha back" song? like, all the black men in america can join hands and sing a "we are the world" in solidarity for chris brown with all of his groupies on back-up.
seriously, why do black men think it's ok to hit a woman if she strikes first? i've seen some white guys say some stuff like that#well, reading via internet, i assumed most were white#but black men are being the most vocal about it. i'm really shocked about that considering most of them grew up without a father. is this some kind of way to get back at their mothers? i don't honestly see how a man can feel like a man after stomping on a woman. you're not a man, you're an overgrown coward. if somebody says something to you that angers you so much you feel like striking them down, it must be true. so what, a woman hits you or talks about you, aren't balls supposed to stand for something?
jack white said he was finding it harder to be a gentleman everyday and that's exactly why it's getting harder to trust a man these days. it's a very vicious cycle. it's very disheartening.
new blues from Un Amico at 13:53 1 got them goddamn blues
ID: burnt grits, cain't be serious, music, no sir, TOMfoolery, where is your shame?
Jeremiah 17:9
the heart is deceitful above all things and desperately wicked; who can know it?
TITUS:
Why, tis no matter, man: if they did hear,
They would not mark me, or if they did mark,
They would not pity me.
Therefore I tell my sorrows bootless to the stones,
Who, though they cannot answer my distress,
Yet in some sort they are better then the tribunes
For that they will not intercept my tale:
When I do weep, they humbly at feet
Receive my tears and seem to weep with me,
And were they but attired in grave weeds,
Rome could afford no tribune like to these.
A stone is as soft wax, tribunes more hard than stones:
A stone is silent and offendeth not,
And tribunes with their tongues doom men to death.