i'm not dancing with you girl, cuz i'll be dancing on my own!

new blues from Un Amico at 18:22 0 got them goddamn blues
ID: music
please stop trying to stay relevant. you know it's bad when you ape-ing over something that didn't even have your name in it. or were you mad cuz "best i ever had" wasn't out in time to be nominated for nothing? suffice to say, get you some business, boo-boo, cuz when was the last time you put a CD out? and remember: "when you try hard, that's when you die hard."
new blues from Un Amico at 12:01 0 got them goddamn blues
ID: are you ok?, drag queens, music, PLEASE STOP PLEASE STOP, random, TOMfoolery, where is your shame?
new blues from Un Amico at 03:13 0 got them goddamn blues
new blues from Un Amico at 08:34 1 got them goddamn blues
ID: movies, yes ma'am goddamn
i don't know when to speak out
i don't know when to shut up
i don't know when i'm beat down
i don't know how to fit in
so, what use am i to you?
not much.
new blues from Un Amico at 06:04 1 got them goddamn blues
i'm going to watch some timaya videos to cheer me up:
new blues from Un Amico at 00:36 0 got them goddamn blues
ID: comedy, yes ma'am goddamn, YouTube
oh, for real, tyler?
if beyonce was a boy...she'd not look right. angelina looks cute and very young; brad looks bad; britney looks a bit scary; justin looks pretty, but irritating; rihanna looks tangy and zesty; jessica looks like marc anthony; robert looks ok; and will...no comment.
new blues from Un Amico at 00:35 0 got them goddamn blues
ID: flashing lights, movies, random
new blues from Un Amico at 23:45 0 got them goddamn blues
ID: movies, music, my heroine
i'm an idiot
and i'm a fool
and i wish i could be cruel
just like evrybody else
new blues from Un Amico at 23:37 0 got them goddamn blues
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.