LUDACRIS – RUNAWAY LOVE

[Hook - Mary J. Blige]
Runaway love
Runaway love
Runaway love
Runaway love
Runaway love
Runaway love
Runaway love
Runaway love

[Verse 1]
Now little lisa is only 9 years old
Shes tryin to figure out why the world is so cold
Why shes all all alone and they never met her family
Mamas always gone and she never met her daddy
Part of her is missin and nobody will listenin
Mama is on drugs gettin high up in the kitchen
Bringin home men at different hours of the night
Startin with laughs–usually endin in a fight
Sneak into her room while her mamas knocked out
Tryin to have his way and little lisa says ‘ouch’
She tries to resist but then all he does is beat her
Tries to tell her mom but her mama don’t believe her
Lisa is stuck up in the world on her own
Forced to think that hell is a place called home
Nothin else to do but some get some clothes and pack
She says shes bout to run away and never come back.

[Hook]
Runaway love
Runaway love
Runaway love
Runaway love
Runaway love
Runaway love
Runaway love
Runaway love

[Verse 2]
Little nicole is only 10 years old
Shes steady tryin to figure why the world is so cold
Why shes not pretty and nobody seems to like her
Alcoholic step dad always wanna strike her
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Yells and abuses, leaves her with some bruises

Teachers ask questions she makin up excuses
Bleedin on the inside, cryin on the out
Its only one girl really knows what she about
Her name is lil stacy and they become friends
Promise that they always be tight til the end
Until one day lil stacy gets shot
A drive by bullet went stray up on her block
Now nicole stuck up in the world on her own
Forced to think that hell is a place called home
Nothin else to do but some get some clothes and pack
She says shes bout to run away and never come back.

[Hook]
Runaway love
Runaway love
Runaway love
Runaway love
Runaway love
Runaway love
Runaway love
Runaway love

[Verse 3]
Little erica is eleven years old
Shes steady tryin to figure why the world is so cold
So she pops x to get rid of all the pain
Cause shes havin sex with a boy whos sixteen
Emotions run deep and she thinks shes in love
So theres no protection hes usin no glove
Never thinkin bout the consequences of her actions
Livin for today and not tomorrows satisfaction
The days go by and her belly gets big
The father bails out he aint ready for a kid
Knowin her mama will blow it all outta proportion
Plus she lives poor so no money for abortion
Erica is stuck up in the world on her own
Forced to think that hell is a place called home
Nothin else to do but get her clothes and pack
She say shes about to run away and never come back.

[Hook]
Runaway love [repeats til end]

Enemy

Tick tock. The clock stopped at 12. The night in its most frightening hour devoured the sky outside. Time seemed to slow itself. He couldn’t sleep. The pale face of the man hid beneath the darkness. Darkness meant he would be safe, but only for a couple of hours. It would be back. It always came back, and, as long as it wasn’t dark, it would stay. There were no lights around. He was safe. The man kept looking outside, wishing that 6AM never came. Morning would bring It to life, and It would follow the man, It would try to take his life. It had tried before, and It would try again.

It could not bear being only the shadow. It wanted a life of its own, but as long as the man was alive, It – the shadow – would have to follow. It was the order of things. Humans live, shadows follow.

The man knew all about shadows. He had seen his shadow moving once, heard its whisper, and seen its empty grey eyes. It was conscious, and it was vicious. Shadows are the opposite of its humans. His shadow was devious. It could kill, it would kill.

Something happened outside. A strange light lit the street as people gathered around a fatal accident. An explosion. At first the man was blinded, and then he was afraid. Light! There could be no light. He stood up. Noise.

“Who’s there?” asked the man but no answer came. He looked at the floor now reflecting the light outside. It wasn’t there, his shadow was missing. The man was not crazy. For years had he been fancied mad, but there rested no madness. It was fear. His enemy was too close. His enemy was part of him. Noise.

The curtain behind him had been ripped apart. The light now was greater than ever. It shone throughout all the room that was now as clear as day. “Where are you?” screamed the man.

It just waited for a perfect moment and It was not alone. More shadows had come, all from the dead bodies that now lay in the street. It was their master. The shadows had planned their emancipation. Freedom was minutes away. The man walked to a dark room, but the shadows had locked all. He started to cry in despair. “Show yourself,” he screamed, and screamed, but no one seemed to listen.

It was happening, he thought. Soon he would be dead, the It would take over. Noise. Noise. Noise. The noise became clearer and clearer every time. It was a whisper. It was closer, and closer. “Why?” asked the man. It showed itself in the wall. His feet connected to It. “Because I deserve freedom from your mind,” It whispered back as It lunched forward. The other shadows crept from behind and held the man’s hands. They brought a knife and its blade went through the man’s chest. The color of his eyes was gone.

The man breathed again and opened his eyes. He looked out in the window… two cars were about the crash. He ran and tried to get in other room, but it was locked. An explosion succeeded an great deal of light. He looked at the curtain, it was ripped. He looked at floor, It wasn’t there. The man ran out of the door filled with madness. An impulse came to his mind and he obeyed. Slowly he walked towards the fire, throwing himself at the flames. They soon consumed his flesh, leaving only a shadow. It smiled and the other shadows gathered. Time seemed to slow itself. Tick tock. The clock in the house stopped at 12.

The Reason of Beauty – Wordle version

The Most Dangerous Game

Essa short story é uma das melhores que eu já li. Um detalhe interessante é que o famoso serial killer dos anos 60 Zodiac era fã desta estória

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THE MOST DANGEROUS GAME

by Richard Connell

“OFF THERE to the right–somewhere–is a large island,” said Whitney.” It’s rather a mystery–”

“What island is it?” Rainsford asked.

“The old charts call it `Ship-Trap Island,”‘ Whitney replied.” A suggestive name, isn’t it? Sailors have a curious dread of the place. I don’t know why. Some superstition–”

“Can’t see it,” remarked Rainsford, trying to peer through the dank tropical night that was palpable as it pressed its thick warm blackness in upon the yacht.

“You’ve good eyes,” said Whitney, with a laugh,” and I’ve seen you pick off a moose moving in the brown fall bush at four hundred yards, but even you can’t see four miles or so through a moonless Caribbean night.”

“Nor four yards,” admitted Rainsford. “Ugh! It’s like moist black velvet.”

“It will be light enough in Rio,” promised Whitney. “We should make it in a few days. I hope the jaguar guns have come from Purdey’s. We should have some good hunting up the Amazon. Great sport, hunting.”

There Will Come Soft Rains

There Will Come Soft Rains

Ray Bradbury

In the living room the voice-clock sang, Tick-tock, seven o’clock, time to get up, time to get up, seven o’clock! As if it were afraid that nobody would. The morning house lay empty. The clock ticked on, repeating and repeating its sounds into the emptiness. Seven-nine, breakfast time, seven-nine.

In the kitchen the breakfast stove gave a hissing sigh and ejected from its warm interior eight pieces of perfectly browned toast, eight eggs sunny side up, sixteen slices of bacon, two coffees and two cool glasses of milk.

“Today is August 4, 2026,” said a second voice from the kitchen ceiling, “in the city of Allendale, California.” It repeated the date three times for memory’s sake. “Today is Mr. Featherstone’s birthday. Today is the anniversary of Tilita’s marriage. Insurance is payable, as are the water, gas, and light bills.”

Somewhere in the walls, relays clicked, memory tapes glided under electric eyes.

Eight-one, tick-tock, eight-one o’clock, off to school, off to work, run, run, eight-one! But no doors slammed, no carpets took the soft thread of rubber heels. It was raining outside.

Lil Mama – L.I.F.E.

Seguindo o estilo de Runaway Love do Ludacris, essa música é uma poesia com ritmo.

[Chorus:]
L is for the liars that have surrounded me
I insecurities my head down in these streets
F my future there isn’t 1
E Eternal hope
This is my life

I wake up every day to the same old foster mother
I ain’t got no pictures of my mother
She was a crack fiend nothing like pot mother
She didn’t make a difference if though she
Could’ve I’m a shame shame of my life
Pappa cracky sold me twice
On a late night stopped by
And look in my eyes
Bags from the tears that I’ve cried
And the people who lied
Telling me that this is my place
Phony & try smile In my face
When I should have know something
Was rare smiled when she opened the mail
Kept a nice mink on her back
Meanwhile I got a goose & my goose got patches
I’m so mad this is me
I’m so hurt this is me
So I shouldn’t be
Well I goin be alright cause

[Chorus:]
L is for the liars that have surrounded me
I insecurities my head down in these streets
F my future there isn’t 1
E Eternal hope
This is my life

I’m pregnant by a dude & he not 16
But I like his style & his whipp is mean
My mama told me to find a man to take care
Of me & he does buy me things but he beats on me
I come to her for a little advice
So I show up with a black eye
Telling me to know my place so I stay
Waiting for my body phase
Telling myself it just a little pregnancy phase
When all in reality I’m being discourage & disrespected
And under the pressure & I don’t really blame the man
I blame my mother for not teaching me the different types of man
Life could never understand my side of story being that it’s so consist 18 years
And 9 months developing raised in a prison I guess I’ll never make a difference

[Chorus:]
L is for the liars that have surrounded me
I insecurities my head down in these streets
F my future there isn’t 1
E Eternal hope
This is my life

Born on to another is the least
Of my problems
Parents like deja vu
My stomach is starving
3 months pregnant idiotically I departed
So ashame of a life that was started
I ask god if he can take the pain away
He made me in denial of every word I pray
Every day it’s the same old no talent I’m feeling like
My life is unbalanced no telling what tomorrow going look
Like yea right wrapped up in a fast light for a suicidal
Act why is my life set up for a failure I can care
Less with the people say to ya’ll we break out
In rage venting all the hurt inside who am I
To tell you what you fail to realize the voice that you hold
Within you the voice that you are
The Voice Of The Young People!

[Chorus:]
L is for the liars that have surrounded me
I insecurities my head down in these streets
F my future there isn’t 1
E Eternal hope
This is my life

Changes..

Ya think? Espressão em inglês que significa Você acha? Eu sentei e pensei. Pensei; e pensei. E decidi que este blog será diferente. Eu vou publicar aqui coisas que escrevi, que desenhei. Eu simplesmente vou publicar o que eu acho sobre assuntos diferentes. Random stuff. Para quem quer ser publicitário isso é apenas o começo. E como todo começo é pequeno, mas é algo certo? Um modo de ser como todos e ao mesmo tempo ter o meu jeito de ser como todos.

Para começar a estória que criei para o projeto Whats your story? da Waterstone.

Boa Notícia

Hillary cita Brasil como exemplo em combustíveis

”O Brasil investiu em pesquisa com cana-de-açúcar e hoje é autosuficiente em energia”, afirmou Hillary no estado, que realizará suas primárias nesta terça-feira (6), juntamente com o estado de Indiana.

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Estou feliz por dos motivos. Primeiro: eu não aguento o preço da gasolina neste país. Aumenta por dia.

Segundo: Brasil foi citado – e bem citado – como exemplo em energia.

É isso!

Tila Tequila! Yeah, Baby Yeah

Admito eu assistio A Shot at Love with Tila Tequila. Mas me diz… quem resiste à ela? Ninguém meu filho, ela pode ser bi, homo, curiosa, biatch, ninguém segura essa Texana (uhu, Texana).

A Shot at Love, que no Brasil – segundo informações do meu amigo Felipe – está no final da primeira temporada, já estreou a segunda aqui. SEGUNDA? Sim marmanjo, segunda. Acontece que a pessoa escolhida na primeira temporada, que eu não vou revelar (vai no Wikipedia), terminou com Tequila antes do Ano Novo. Pois é, ele(a) disse que durante os dois meses que o programa ficou no ar, ele(a) teve que manter-se quieto em casa, sem poder falar, ou ser visto com Tila. É amigo, dois meses de namoro as escuras, não é brinquedo não.

A segunda temporada é uma porra louca. A primeira tentativa foi calma, salvo pela briga das lésbicas-MOR, Vanessa e Brandi. Desta vez até o corpo de bombeiros vai parar na mansão Tequila. É isso mesmo! Os caras inscritos, são todos recém saidos da High School, querendo aproveitar a vida, beber e beber mais ainda. Veja abaixo o “trailer” da segunda temporada, com momentos marcantes do primeiro episódio que, DANG, was crazy dawg.