Well, well, well! I guess people don’t play anymore up in these friendly skies. This fool decided to Ike Turner a female passenger. The chick whipped his ass sideways. Then dummy decided that he was going to incite more hysteria in his drunken stupor! He starts yelling, “This plane is going to crash!” Next the dummy decided to run up and down the halls screaming. Everyone united and whipped him, and taped him up. Yes he of course pissed himself, and made it hot and funky. The passengers taped him up in green tape and waited to land. That is why you have to be ready for any muckery in the friendly skies! You never know who is holding the duct tape!
You will be lied to and trashed behind your back by close minded individuals that can’t envision an eclectic and unified world.
They will resent you for competing and striving for more in this life. You will encounter smiles behind a closed door and insults when you are not around.
I speak from experience and want you to realize that if you are being dragged, look at who is doing the dragging.
You must not let jealousy and back biting omit your personal truth, and freedom and rights to be happy. Express your opinions and dont give up your fight for equality.
Look at the people that are causing defamation and just being pure two faced and never let them become victorious.
You look at their close minded lives and watch how scared they are of embracing truth, expression and art. Even with betrayal, you must stand strong and still YOU must rise.
Still I Rise-Maya Angelou
You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may tread me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I’ll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? ‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns, With the certainty of tides, Just like hopes springing high, Still I’ll rise.
Did you want to see me broken? Bowed head and lowered eyes? Shoulders falling down like teardrops. Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you? Don’t you take it awful hard ‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines Diggin’ in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words, You may cut me with your eyes, You may kill me with your hatefulness, But still, like air, I’ll rise.
Björk Guðmundsdóttir, a residential eccentric with a voice without comparison uses imagery and natural sounds from weather and animals in her surroundings.
The art of Bjork stands apart from her contemporaries because she infuses jazz, pop, rap, electronica, and pop music.
She is a walking art exhibit that borrows influence with the surrealist.
She has received harsh criticism with regards to her voice, but that is heavily because of her accent.
