You suck at life…
You suck in your marriage…
You suck at fulfilling your potential…
You suck in love…
Hell, you even suck at limiting this post to just 5 songs…
You suck.
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Please visit Jen’s Twisted Mix-Tape Tuesday for more songs about sucking.
PS: Should you listen to only (1) this week, go with track number #6, as it is damned near the “You Suck” anthem of all time. But also try to give picks 1 through 5 a audio peek as well. I mean, hell, this IS a mix tape, right?
Listen, love ain’t free. You and I both know it, so let’s stop beating round that sad old bush and face the facts, OK?
Even when you wistfully think, “hey, no strings attached,” you just know that you’re lying to yourself. There’s ALWAYS strings attached. If not in heart, then at the very least, in purse…
And sometimes in heart as well, sometimes even a heart filled with disappointment…
But for the masses, disappointment is a worn-out old suit. Ill-fitting, uncomfortable and an embarrassment. Especially when the purse beckons towards instant gratification, especially when disappointment can simply be turned into a jaunty lil’ jingle to help celebrate the sin…
And speaking of jingles, are there any better than the one where instant attraction leads to instant fireworks? And instant fireworks leads to rings being exchanged? And rings being exchanged leads to some sort of happiness ever-after? But most often, only after those rings have lost their shimmer, going off on their merry pawn shopping way…?
But that’s just it – a blessed few get to realize their happiness ever-after, and the rest of us are simply relegated to dealing with the truth of the matter (most usually, only long after our purses have been drained of cash and fight) that eventually everyone has to pay, even Nimoy…
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So Jen told us this week’s Twisted Mix-Tape Tuesday prompt was “No Strings Attached,” and I instantly gravitated towards prostitution. None too sure why, but I feel that Anita said it best, when she cooed that she had been through the “mill of love,” only to find every type but True. And maybe that in itself is the truth of the matter. I mean, at least when dealing with General Hooker’s women, you know that you’ll be broke by the end.
Oh, and speaking of Hooker’s women, here’s your bonus track for this week – I hope that you enjoy =)
Another Friday, another Friday Fictioneers (sorry kids, but I can only submit these when the pictures tell me the story, as this week’s did.) As always, I hope you enjoy what today’s muse whispered into my ear…
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The chain – well, you could hardly call it that, now could you? – Would’ve never been left draped around his neck in days of old. No, back then he was prized, needed, secured.
He remembered the lad who’d rode him, screaming together down blown-out streets to get messages to the front.
God, he loved that boy. So handsome, so gentle, so fast!
The lad had a good eye, failing him only on that day where “Jerry” had hid in the bell tower.
Lying beside his dying love, he wept while his seat slowly absorbed the blood.
A lifetime ago of course, it was now a mere cherished memory as he sat idly – unloved, unneeded, and most decidedly unchained.
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Almost didn’t make it to class today, what with all the atrocious weather and (worse still) drivers mucking about.
Here’s my homework submission for week 3 of Master Class 2013′s spring semester.
And here’s a song I find myself singing quite often when thinking of dad, and when thinking about me.
