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&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;It's been awhile since I did some real blogging here...and I missed it, I just couldn't formulate any thoughts to post about.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Not to be around the bush and getting straight to the point...I have dropped out of this college I was attending. I am sitting this Spring&amp;nbsp;semester&amp;nbsp;out and going back to school at a different&amp;nbsp;University&amp;nbsp;in the Fall. Until then I will just WORK. As you all know I have been going through so much&amp;nbsp;Unnecessary stress at this school. When my problems mostly seem from the&amp;nbsp;administration&amp;nbsp;and the school ITSELF and Not&amp;nbsp;necessarily&amp;nbsp;the classes...&amp;nbsp;that's&amp;nbsp;a BIG ASS problem. I refuse to live with that problem any longer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;They started by putting me in a broke down ass dorm that is NOT up to code in living conditions and safety I'm sure of it. I REQUESTED the dorm I had last school year. Having me in a&amp;nbsp;financial&amp;nbsp;aid "line" for 7 AM-10 PM! Started having problems with my electric and Air in my dorm, an uncomfortable bed in my dorm, a door that only closes correctly when SLAMMED! The room had a nasty&amp;nbsp;facet with DIRTY WATER.&amp;nbsp;A public bathroom and community showers...I am Not in jail nor was that an&amp;nbsp;athletic&amp;nbsp;locker room. The cafeteria kept pissing me off. And I am not gonna mention the other countless&amp;nbsp;miscellaneous&amp;nbsp;problems I had to deal with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;The decision for me to NOT attend SU for the Spring&amp;nbsp;semester&amp;nbsp;or EVER AGAIN for that matter...came in the moment, but I DON'T regret it. I was still in my right mind. The day I was prepare to leave and go home for Christmas...I was planning on returning so I did not take everything from my dorm, of course. Well it was a problem with that...those people do not know how to correctly communicate and I just decided "FUCK IT AND FUCK YOU!" my big bro, my dad, and I packed up all my shit THAT day EVEN THOUGH neither of us was prepared to bring ALL my stuff that day. What I went through that day was the Very last straw. &amp;nbsp;I couldn't even leave IN PEACE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;This only ONE thing I will miss. I was apart of the campus web radio station, under the official title of &lt;i&gt;Music Director&lt;/i&gt; to be exact. I was responsible for keeping the music airing fresh and current. Making sure things was trimmed and faded correctly. AND I also had MY OWN web radio show too. I LOVE DOING THAT, but it is no more. Even through I loved being apart of it...it still was FAR from the LEGIT experience in radio I would have like. On THAT level...it SUCKED, but for something to do outside of classes, it was good, I guess. We wasn't funded by the school [hell the school isn't funded by the school lol that's was they just filed&amp;nbsp;Bankruptcy] so &amp;nbsp;we had to raise money ourselves which means we never had the money to pull off a real&amp;nbsp;spectacular&amp;nbsp;event except for cute little Talent Shows and 1 Myxer (meaning: some sort of a mini party; a social get-together with music...it is done on college campuses a lot.) that NO ONE show up to. They had other little things going on before I even attended the school, BUT they was Not&amp;nbsp;popular&amp;nbsp;on campus and I would have LIKED to be apart of something that was already&amp;nbsp;established not an&amp;nbsp;organization&amp;nbsp;still trying to work their way to "fame" on campus. *rolls eyes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;I was MUSIC DIRECTOR of this thing...What do I have to show for it? A few vocal compliments on a "great job!" I'm doing and a cute little general&amp;nbsp;certificate that &amp;nbsp;was giving to EVERYONE on stuff. It did NOT say&amp;nbsp;specifically "Good job as Music Director" Oh NO! I was NOT appreciated. I am Music Director, but when there was a Homecoming Concert with actual famous music artists performing you then you give the backstage passes to 2other people, and 1 of them wasn't even on staff until a FEW weeks before the concert. So I AM MUSIC DIRECTOR, BUT I CAN'T GET ACCESS TO THE ACTUAL MUSIC ARTISTS?! How fucking STUPID does that sound? Hell EVERYONE on staff should REALLY have had backstage passes to that concert, but if not I KNOW DAMN WELL I SHOULD HAVE HAD IT!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Its was nice, a little...I guess for their Standards, but it was not legit. The women ahead of it was talking to another guy who is on staff, " Yeah I know people I can help you out..." because with the major he had, she knew people that worked in that field. Then she looked at me and said, "I don't know anyone in radio though..." You have NO connects to anyone in radio. How are you gonna be head of something like this and you know no one in radio. My major is Mass Communication and I'm pretty sure I want to work in radio now. But you know no one, I can't network with you. This little radio...YES, it given me experience...but it's wasn't legit enough. And I don't even I will even get a chance to even to something even close to this again. So yes, I'm still gonna miss it..and my radio show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Oh well...Au Revoir to Stress&amp;nbsp;University, I hardly knew yee, haha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: large; text-align: justify;"&gt;It's Essfitcee's TWO year anniversary...well it WAS on December 20th. I'm so late, sorry [haha]. So to celebrate TWO years AND with a New year approaching...I changed the look a little. Hope you like...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377131131878567856-7248509344031650264?l=speakcloset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheessfitceespeakingFromInTheCloset/~4/0MDnruAWCbg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://speakcloset.blogspot.com/feeds/7248509344031650264/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=377131131878567856&amp;postID=7248509344031650264" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377131131878567856/posts/default/7248509344031650264?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377131131878567856/posts/default/7248509344031650264?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheessfitceespeakingFromInTheCloset/~3/0MDnruAWCbg/i-know-im-late-but.html" title="I Know I'm LATE, But...." /><author><name>Sir Ess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03981051767446226375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CEjtMgSgHiU/TvcY34nC5iI/AAAAAAAAAnE/4EVLHwqLsg0/s220/PIC1%2B%2528169%2529_.JPG" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://speakcloset.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-know-im-late-but.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEQNSH0zfyp7ImA9WhRQEUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377131131878567856.post-1350864591578359448</id><published>2011-12-06T03:55:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T04:13:19.387-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-06T04:13:19.387-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="video" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lifes questions" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="miscellaneous" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="understanding homosexuality" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="youtube" /><title>Hey! Come Here! I got something Interesting For You...</title><content type="html">
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;An interesting transformation, an Youtube user shares his journey from a FEmale to a MALE. And&amp;nbsp;according&amp;nbsp;to &amp;nbsp;him he is attracted to females the same way he was also attracted to females when He was a female. Am I confusing you, haha? So my question to YOU is: if a girl who is a Lesbian gets an sex change, is her(now a HE) sexuality now considered to be straight?&amp;nbsp;I think this proves that your gender DOES NOT decide your sexuality. Because if it DID wouldn't that former lesbian female NOW be attracted to GUYS now that she had a sex change to become a guy? If I'm confusing you [i know this subject is so weird] let me explain&amp;nbsp;simpler if she was a lesbian as a female...would she be a gay guy if she got a sex change?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377131131878567856-1350864591578359448?l=speakcloset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheessfitceespeakingFromInTheCloset/~4/CBRu7A9Ly9M" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://speakcloset.blogspot.com/feeds/1350864591578359448/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=377131131878567856&amp;postID=1350864591578359448" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377131131878567856/posts/default/1350864591578359448?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377131131878567856/posts/default/1350864591578359448?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheessfitceespeakingFromInTheCloset/~3/CBRu7A9Ly9M/hey-come-here-i-got-something.html" title="Hey! Come Here! I got something Interesting For You..." /><author><name>Sir Ess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03981051767446226375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CEjtMgSgHiU/TvcY34nC5iI/AAAAAAAAAnE/4EVLHwqLsg0/s220/PIC1%2B%2528169%2529_.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://speakcloset.blogspot.com/2011/12/hey-come-here-i-got-something.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEEESHc_eSp7ImA9WhRQEUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377131131878567856.post-1290933583619393099</id><published>2011-12-06T03:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T03:10:09.941-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-06T03:10:09.941-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="video" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="miscellaneous" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gay rights" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="power of love" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gay marriage" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="youtube" /><title>How Can You DENY The BEAUTY Of THIS?!...</title><content type="html">
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No words need be said...but I gonna express how BEAUTIFUL this is anyway. Oh My GAWD! This IS going to be My Man and I in the future. They are sooooo Cute, AWWWWWW =)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377131131878567856-1290933583619393099?l=speakcloset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheessfitceespeakingFromInTheCloset/~4/aJG9lzlAU30" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://speakcloset.blogspot.com/feeds/1290933583619393099/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=377131131878567856&amp;postID=1290933583619393099" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377131131878567856/posts/default/1290933583619393099?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377131131878567856/posts/default/1290933583619393099?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheessfitceespeakingFromInTheCloset/~3/aJG9lzlAU30/how-can-you-deny-beauty-of-this.html" title="How Can You DENY The BEAUTY Of THIS?!..." /><author><name>Sir Ess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03981051767446226375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CEjtMgSgHiU/TvcY34nC5iI/AAAAAAAAAnE/4EVLHwqLsg0/s220/PIC1%2B%2528169%2529_.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://speakcloset.blogspot.com/2011/12/how-can-you-deny-beauty-of-this.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0YHSX86eSp7ImA9WhRQEUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377131131878567856.post-3352671540270733383</id><published>2011-12-06T01:04:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T01:05:38.111-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-06T01:05:38.111-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="miscellaneous" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pics" /><title>If only.....</title><content type="html">
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;People may be able to steal&amp;nbsp;PHYSICAL&amp;nbsp;things from you, but they cant take your MIND. And your mind/brain is the VERY things that MAKES you…whats in your MIND creates your personality,&amp;nbsp;opinions, dreams, thoughts, and your outlook on life. As long &amp;nbsp;as you still have a good&amp;nbsp;functional&amp;nbsp;brain then NO1 can REALLY take anything away from you. Anything that anyone take from you can be GET again using YOUR brain power. Anything that has been BUILD and then torn down can be BUILD again with the very same brain power that build it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377131131878567856-7426973781539962247?l=speakcloset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheessfitceespeakingFromInTheCloset/~4/FzvHJ2Tt4gI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://speakcloset.blogspot.com/feeds/7426973781539962247/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=377131131878567856&amp;postID=7426973781539962247" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377131131878567856/posts/default/7426973781539962247?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377131131878567856/posts/default/7426973781539962247?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheessfitceespeakingFromInTheCloset/~3/FzvHJ2Tt4gI/wanna-know-whats-so-great-about-life.html" title="Wanna Know What's so Great About Life?" /><author><name>Sir Ess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03981051767446226375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CEjtMgSgHiU/TvcY34nC5iI/AAAAAAAAAnE/4EVLHwqLsg0/s220/PIC1%2B%2528169%2529_.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Eq97Gksey5w/Tt29YZGQT2I/AAAAAAAAAkk/VJUumiYfzOY/s72-c/whatssoGreat.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://speakcloset.blogspot.com/2011/12/wanna-know-whats-so-great-about-life.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkABSXY8eip7ImA9WhRRFE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377131131878567856.post-7257999353238579887</id><published>2011-11-27T15:17:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T15:19:18.872-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-27T15:19:18.872-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lifes questions" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="miscellaneous" /><title>Life Questions?</title><content type="html">
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And I DON'T mean be prepared for the ending of the WORLD. I mean Be prepared for 2012 in the 'good ol' USA. Why? Because this country is FUCKED UP! And every year it seems to get even more fucked up. I'm not just talking about the&amp;nbsp;economy...I'm talking about the morals of the people get more fucked up each year. The youth die younger each year, get pregnant younger each year, the young [my generation] give a fuck LESSER about SERIOUS things&amp;nbsp;happening in this country...each year. The people are getting even more stupid and ignorant...each year. This country is getting more and more about solely ENTERTAINMENT (ex. those fucking Kardashians)...each year. &amp;nbsp;As the economy is sinking so is everything else. Each year this country's &amp;nbsp;education gets more and more&amp;nbsp;incompetent&amp;nbsp;and the laziness of the people in power think that just by simply making school days longer, it will magically fix things. NO! But whatever right? That's not important right? Just be PREPARED! The presidential race OFFICIALLY kicks off in 2012, so it's about to get REAL MESSY! Obama has a supporter in me...he is trying, and I know if it's anybody but HIM then we are going to go BACKWARDS and everything that Obama has done will be UNDONE. But I'm sadly not confident that he will have a 2nd term...why?...Of course&amp;nbsp;because&amp;nbsp;of politics, because the people of this country are so fucked up...the politics is MORE important [to THEM] &amp;nbsp;than the problems this country faces...Soooo again, BE PREPARED!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;After all this time of being the writer I am, being a writer of poetry and a few songs, here and there. I would like to take this time to&lt;u&gt; INTRODUCE&lt;/u&gt; My very 1ST short gay&amp;nbsp;erotica.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rapper, Big Bank, was spittin'
his 16 bars in the booth...shirtless. With his pecs flexing, abs shining from
sweat because of the energy and passion he was putting into his new song. As he
looked down at his notepad, another rapper entered the studio. As rapper,
Swagmean, looked into the booth, he looked confused. This was supposed to be
his studio time. Big Bank spotted him and immediately became pissed. He had
already told the studio manager he wanted no interruptions, he exited the
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Big Bank-"Sup homie, can I
help you with somethin'" walking towards Swagmean with his juicy, pretty
pink lips formed into a mug.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Swagmean-"Yeah, you can tell
me why you here on my studio time" he said putting on his game face, as well,
as trying&amp;nbsp; hard not to look at Big Bank
's&amp;nbsp; tatted, hot, ripped, and&amp;nbsp; sweaty body walking in his direction. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Big Bank-“Yo studio time? Aye
nigga, I don’t know what you talkin’ bout. I got this shit booked for the whole
day” he made it known as the other fellow rapper turns anyway from him to take
off his jacket. Big Bank then notices this perfectly round fat ass on this
skinny but muscular frame. Licking his lips as it flexes with his movements.
Seeing how the middle Swagmean’s Hanes underwear creased into the crack of his
ass was making his dick hard. And that arch in his back… [&lt;i&gt;Damn, yeah….he definitely gets down AND gets dick down&lt;/i&gt;] Big Bank was
thinking to himself, smiling. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Swagmean-“Yeah nigga, I booked
this time, TODAY” as he notices the growing “8 ½ &amp;nbsp;bars” inside Banks red b-ball shorts. Swag
could tell he was also free balling, wearing no underwear. “But it’s not a big
deal man, you straight. What was you recording?”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Big Bank-“My song, Missionary.
This how the chorus go; I like it missionary, arch that back, open them legs,
take this dick, I’mma make yo eyes rolled into to the back of ya head.” He
recited as he walks closer to Swagmean, looking him in the eyes. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Swagmean-“That shit is hot man…I
mean it’s a hot song.” He said all the while fighting the urge not to moan and extended
his hand and touch this sexy ass man close to him shirtless.&amp;nbsp; Head getting kind of dizzy, Swagmean puts his
hand on the recording equipment to keep his balance. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Big Bank-“Yeah, I know…maybe we
should collaborate while you here” he said, while getting even closer to him,
rubbing his wet abs, flexing his chest, licking his lips. “We can make some hot
tracks together don’t you think….?”..............&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Swagmean-“Ahhh…Ahh, Yeah…I see
why you got your shirt off, its hot in here man” He takes off his shirt. His
abs now showing, his body more lean than Big Bank. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Big Bank-“Aye, I’m a nice guy
though, so I’ll let you have your studio time. You gotta do something for me
though.” He said as Swagmean wasted no time walking his way toward the booth.
Big Bank stopped him.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Swagmean-“What I gotta do?” He
asked as Bank came up behind him. Due to Swag’s sagging and Bank only wearing
thin b-ball shorts, Swag could feel his hard dick with no problem. Swag lets
out a light horny sigh. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Big Bank-“How about you…spit a
flow on my ‘mic’ first, huh?” He said as he blows on Swag’s ear and puts his
hands around his waist. Banks pushes his dick even more towards the back of
Swag’s phat dick hungry ass. Swag reaches his hands back and gripped on his new
friend. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Swagmean-“Shit I’m cool with
that, nigga.” He said as he turns around, wasted no time pulling Big Bank’s
shorts down. Swag pulled it down slowly with one hand as the other rubbed his
v-cut up to his abs. Banks dick popped up when the shorts finally passed the
end of his head. Swag then pulled his shorts back up, then back down, He had a
habit of doing this, he loved seeing a hard dick move like that when pulling it
down then letting it go watching the dick move like a rubber band. This was not
going to be Swag’s first time with a dick in mouth. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Big Bank-“Come on, man! Stop
playin’ with it. This hard dick is yo fault, so take care of it.” He demanded
and Swag obeyed. He grabs his dick, gave it three good licks on the head, gave
it two good licks from the bottom of his balls all the way up back to his head.
Then put it in his mouth, slowly then quickly going down on it while moving his
tongue in rhythm from side to side, round and round. Banks dick from deep in
Swags mouth, Banks moan, Swag hummed on the dick. Swag gave the dick a bathe
inside his mouth for 3 minutes straight. When Swag finally pulled his head
back, Bank’s dick head came out with a freaky, wet, *pop* sound. Big Bank’s big
dick was dripping with pre cum and saliva. His whole dick was glistening from
the wetness of Swagmean’s mouth. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Swagmean-“How was that? Can I get
in the booth now?” He said while letting a sexy little laugh. Big Bank smiled
while flexing his wet dick that was still right in Swagmean’s face. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Big Bank-“Fuck naw, nigga…you ain’t
done! I ain’t even nut yet and you can get in this booth when I get in that
phat ass. Is that shit tight shawty?” He asks while giving his ass a good hard
smack and then gripped it. Swag’s hole twitched as he slowing stood up while
Banks pulled down his pants and they together, pulled down Swag’s underwear.
Swag turned around and twerk his naked ass and Bank’s naked dick. A little of
Bank’s pre cum dripped on Swag ass as it jiggled. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Swagmean- “You tell me how tight
it is when you give me dat dick nigga.” &amp;nbsp;They
move inside the booth, Swag’s back to Bank’s front, the touch of his dick
doesn’t leave from the crack of Swag’s ass. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Big Bank-“AH SHIT! So that’s how
you are, huh? Okay I got chu nigga. Bend dat ass ova, let me see dat hole” Swag
again obeys. Banks bends down and stares right at it as his asshole flexes. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Big Bank-“Open it up for me.”
Swag takes both of his hands and spreads his cheeks wide open. Banks stares
right inside of something he is going to be inside of…in a few minutes…after he
eats. Big Bank with no warning digs his long and fat tongue inside Swagmean. Swag
moaned while swaying his hips, jiggling his ass, putting more in Banks face.
Banks was slobbering in it, French kissing it, spiting in it. He pulls his head
back, *spit* *spit* he puts his two fingers inside Swags mouth. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Big Bank-“Get dat shit wet.” Swag
did so, Banks pulled his finger out of his mouth and then planted it slowing
deep inside Swags ass. Swag mouth, his hole resisting. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Swagmean-“Ahhh…”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Big Bank-“Let me open you up
baby, let me in.” Banks finally gets both of his fingers as deep as fingers
could go inside of Swag. He moves his fingers around, up and down, in and out. “You
ready nigga?” Banks asked with aggression.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Swagmean-“Fuck yeah, nigga. DAMN!
Fuck me!” Being that Big Bank was in the studio today trying to wrap up songs
for his upcoming album, of course he wasn’t prepared to fuck anybody right now.
So there were no condoms. Surprisingly his dick was still slippery wet and
Swag’s puckered pretty pink hole was definitely shining from Big Bank’s tongue
feasting inside it. Banks lined his dick up to the opening of Swag. Closer and
closer until his head was touching the hole, then slowly deeper and deeper
until his head touch something deep inside that caused Swag to moan in such a
tone you would not know he was a dude. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Swagmean-“Awww fuck man,
damn…give dat di…Ahh” Swag continues to moan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Big Bank-“Yeah, tell me how that
shit feel. *harder* Tell me. *harder* Tell…me *harder and deeper*” Big Banks
flips Swagmean over on his back on the floor, because of course he likes
missionary. Both are moaning, Bank has never been inside anyone so tight. Swag
has never been fucked by anyone that could go so deep and make him scream so
much.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Swagmean-“Shi…oh my gaw…YES!
Nigga *rotates his hips in the rhythm of Banks* hmmm *starts jacking his dick*
Ahhh, FUCK! * Banks lowers himself down to Swag neck, bites it* fucccc...ahh”
Banks is going slowly then quickly, long strokes then short ones. Deep dicking
him&amp;nbsp; so good Swag eyes is rolling to the
back of his head with his legs wrapped around Bank’s waist as Swag’s back is
arching even more than before. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Big Bank-“Yeah nigga, throw that
ass back for me. Work that shit. You like dat dick don’t you, huh?!” Banks
wraps his right hand around Swag’s neck, the left on Swag’s chest. “Take it
nigga, take it NIGGA, TAKE IT!” Banks is moving faster, harder inside him. His
hips, quickly swaying round and round, side to side. He was looking down at his
dick disappearing inside Swag. Both of them were sweating, both of theirs abs
glistening. Banks caresses Swag perky nipples, squeezes them, licks its. Swag
wraps both arms around Banks neck. Bank is slowing down, but giving Swag more
inches as Banks not only stroking but moving closer to Swag to get even deeper.
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Swagmean-“Oh shit, yea…you in
this shit nigga, Ahh…ahhh… umphh. Get IN that shit!” With each moan from Swag
his tone got higher, and higher. He never has been with a dude that made him
moan like that. Big Bank wasn’t the first fellow rapper to be dicking him. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;About at least an hour has past,
they don’t know. Of course they weren’t counting. They were still going. They
both feel it ‘cuming.’ &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Big Bank-“Ahhh shit, nigga! Awww fuck! da, da…AMN!” Banks
feels he about to bust. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Swagmean-“You bout to cum nigga?
Bust dat shit! Buss it, ahhh fuu…I’m bout to cu…!” Swag’s hole gets tighter and
tighter around Bank’s dicks as he repeatedly hits Swag’s spot deep inside him.
Banks can feel it…he, he…he cums hard inside him.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Big Bank-“SHITTTTTTTTTTT!” Banks
still shooting rounds of cum, coating Swag’s insides. He’s still stroking,
fucking him…fucking Swag like there is no tomorrow or next year. Swag can feel
the cum swimming in him. They both look down in the direction of where Bank’s
dick and Swag’s bust open hole meet. They both can see the ring of cum forming
around Bank’s dick and the cum dripping from Swag’s ass. From Swag seeing that,
he’s about to cum.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Swagmean-“Ahhh, ahh ah…ahh, Oh
shi…AH, AH, AH!” Swag cums all over himself and Big Bank. His cum busts towards
Bank’s lower abs and his own abs and chest. Both panting, trying to catch their
breath. Big Bank pull out of Swagmean with a slippery, wet *pop* sound. Bank’s
licks the cum off of Swag’s chest as Swag flexes his hole, feeling Bank’s nut
seep out of him. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Swagmean and Big
Bank-“WOW!...DAMN!” They said in unison, they looked at each other and laughed.
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Swagmean-“That
shit was good cuh. I ain’t never had it like that.” He announces as he rises up
from the floor, Banks doing the same. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Big Banks-“Yeah,
that’s what everyone say when they fuck with me, but you was…you was…shit
nigga!” They both laughed again as they leave the booth. With their clothes now
back on. Swagmean gets his jacket ready to leave.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Big Banks-“Aye
man I thought you wanted your studio time?”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Swagmean-“Yeah
about that…I have this thing were I can’t concentrate on anything else once I
had a good nut” He response and smiles. “I’ll be back tomorrow.” Banks thinks
to himself… [&lt;i&gt;I’ll be sure to be here
tomorrow too then&lt;/i&gt;] &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Big Bank-“Aight
man, but before you go…let me get yo contact info. So we actually collaborate
next time.”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Swagmean-“You mean collaborate or
‘collaborate?” He smiles.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Big Bank-“Both!” They trade
information, Swag leaves. Big Bank looks at the studio equipment and notice it
was recording. He panicked, then thought… [&lt;i&gt;shit
me and him were the only ones in here, I can just delete this shit&lt;/i&gt;] He
listens to it first. Since Swagmean’s moans sounded high pitch, one might think
it was a female. Big Bank’s lips turn into a cocky smile, thinking… [&lt;i&gt;Yeah, that dick must have been real good to
him&lt;/i&gt;.] He decided he would trim the audio and sample Swagmean’s moans for
his other song. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Swagmean was outside at his car
as he looks in the calendar of his iPhone. He then realizes that his booked
studio time was for tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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As you all know the story behind my boyfriend and I. [&lt;a href="http://speakcloset.blogspot.com/2011/05/im-on-mission.html"&gt;Read About It Here&lt;/a&gt;] We have been going STRONG for&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;u&gt;7&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; months now. Through out our relationship we have expressed our distaste in the distance. That hasn't stopped our love from getting deeper and stronger each day that we talk. We have wondered when&amp;nbsp;will&amp;nbsp;we meet. How would we? Being that neither 1 of us are in position to pick up and go as we please...getting to each other with the great distance between us is not easy. So one day when my older bro called me....saying he is going vacation and wanted to take a road trip, to non other than &lt;i&gt;Atlanta, GA&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt; [&lt;/b&gt;where the Love of MY Life resides&lt;b&gt;] &lt;/b&gt;So of course I was excited, but he didn't know why. He didn't know I was excited that I was gonna get&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;to see MY MAN! &lt;/b&gt;I, at first, I didn't want to tell my boyfriend...I didn't want to get hopes up, because things may not have worked out. I decided to tell him anyways. Afterwards we planned our "meet and greet" in his words, "you are not gonna be here and me not see you" Haha thats my baby!&amp;nbsp;Now ATL is an exciting city, but the city has a whole new level of&amp;nbsp;excitement&amp;nbsp;for me for obvious reasons.&amp;nbsp;We decided we would meet in the&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; MACY'S&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; at&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;Lenox Mall&lt;/u&gt;.&amp;nbsp;Unbeknownst to my bro and my cousin, who I traveled to ATL&amp;nbsp;with, they had no idea my &lt;i&gt;ONLY&lt;/i&gt; interest in even being in the Peach state was &lt;b&gt;MY MAN&lt;/b&gt;. Being at mall before him...when he sent me that text that said, "I'm here" My heart dropped, in a good way. I then told my bro and cuz, "&lt;i&gt;Let's go in MACY'S"&lt;/i&gt; I texted my boo, to tell him where exactly was my location inside of the store. &lt;i&gt;THEN&lt;/i&gt;....it &lt;b&gt;HAPPENS&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; I see &lt;/i&gt;HIM COMING DOWN THE AISLE. OMG! &lt;/b&gt;He smoothly touched my lower back as he passes me. I distance myself from my family to go somewhere privately with my man. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I KISSED HIM, TOUCHED HIM, CARESSED HIM, LICKED HIM, RUBBED HIM, AND...SUCKED HIM&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; ;) I have &lt;i&gt;FINALLY&lt;/i&gt; get to feel my man's touches, his kisses, his licks, and oh my gawd&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;TO KISS HIM&lt;/i&gt;. This couldn't last forever, but it was better than great. I didn't want to leave &amp;nbsp;him. I didn't want to remember what it feels&amp;nbsp;like&amp;nbsp;to see him in person,&amp;nbsp;because&amp;nbsp;if I stay with him...I wouldn't have to. So as he goes down the escalator and me going in other &amp;nbsp;direction. I&amp;nbsp;repeatedly&amp;nbsp;turn back to look at him. My heart was guiding my head to look back, my brain was&amp;nbsp;telling&amp;nbsp;me to be discreet. Next we meet I want it to be&amp;nbsp;permanent.&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;*&lt;/b&gt;dreamy sigh&lt;b&gt;*&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;We bowed our heads to thank God.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;This day happened on the day of OCTOBER 27, 2011[&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Thurs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;]&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;An Historic Day!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377131131878567856-4489395259891840841?l=speakcloset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheessfitceespeakingFromInTheCloset/~4/gqjW33TWdR8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://speakcloset.blogspot.com/feeds/4489395259891840841/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=377131131878567856&amp;postID=4489395259891840841" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377131131878567856/posts/default/4489395259891840841?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377131131878567856/posts/default/4489395259891840841?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheessfitceespeakingFromInTheCloset/~3/gqjW33TWdR8/historic-day.html" title="An Historic Day!" /><author><name>Sir Ess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03981051767446226375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CEjtMgSgHiU/TvcY34nC5iI/AAAAAAAAAnE/4EVLHwqLsg0/s220/PIC1%2B%2528169%2529_.JPG" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://speakcloset.blogspot.com/2011/10/historic-day.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkYBQHs6eyp7ImA9WhdbF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377131131878567856.post-2249418810865272561</id><published>2011-10-15T23:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T23:09:11.513-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-15T23:09:11.513-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="obama" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="miscellaneous" /><title>Still think OBAMA hasn't done much?...</title><content type="html">
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The above website&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://whatthefuckhasobamadonesofar.com/"&gt;whatthefuckhasobamadonesofar&lt;/a&gt;]...challenges naysayers that believe, and want &lt;u&gt;YOU&lt;/u&gt; to as well, that Obama has done &lt;u&gt;NOTHING&lt;/u&gt; as 44th president. This website&lt;u&gt; INFORMS&lt;/u&gt; you that he has in fact done many things as president. Just because the media isn't letting you know &lt;u&gt;EVERYTHING&lt;/u&gt; that is going on behind the scenes, does not mean nothing is happening. Just click the [&lt;i&gt;funny,&amp;nbsp;entertaining,&amp;nbsp;sarcastic&lt;/i&gt;] links on to the next accomplishment of Obama's presidency. &lt;u&gt;BE INFORMED&lt;/u&gt;, you have&lt;u&gt; NO&lt;/u&gt; excuse when I'm giving you this&amp;nbsp;opportunity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377131131878567856-2249418810865272561?l=speakcloset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheessfitceespeakingFromInTheCloset/~4/d-Ca90pZzqM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://speakcloset.blogspot.com/feeds/2249418810865272561/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=377131131878567856&amp;postID=2249418810865272561" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377131131878567856/posts/default/2249418810865272561?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377131131878567856/posts/default/2249418810865272561?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheessfitceespeakingFromInTheCloset/~3/d-Ca90pZzqM/still-think-obama-hasnt-done-much.html" title="Still think OBAMA hasn't done much?..." /><author><name>Sir Ess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03981051767446226375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CEjtMgSgHiU/TvcY34nC5iI/AAAAAAAAAnE/4EVLHwqLsg0/s220/PIC1%2B%2528169%2529_.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E6wMidK-tVk/TppUjS6G2lI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/_XQdKtiQ2Dc/s72-c/YESaVERYbigDeal.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://speakcloset.blogspot.com/2011/10/still-think-obama-hasnt-done-much.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A04GQX49fCp7ImA9WhdUGUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377131131878567856.post-5492802401550789398</id><published>2011-10-06T19:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T20:12:00.064-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-06T20:12:00.064-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="journal entry" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="understanding homosexuality" /><title>You think you know it ALL, 'cause you're So Str8?</title><content type="html">
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;It still amazes me how many individuals still think we are dumb, inferior and that there is something&amp;nbsp;mentally&amp;nbsp;wrong with us. How I know they think this? Well for example, all of those&amp;nbsp;prejudice&amp;nbsp;heterosexuals think they know &lt;u&gt;MORE&lt;/u&gt; about homosexuality than &lt;u&gt;WE DO&lt;/u&gt;. &amp;nbsp;They think that &lt;u&gt;WE&lt;/u&gt; are the ignorant ones. They &lt;u&gt;REALLY&lt;/u&gt; think they have more understanding of &lt;u&gt;OUR&lt;/u&gt; sexuality, more &lt;i&gt;Understanding of Homosexuality&lt;/i&gt; than we do. They want to tell &lt;u&gt;US&lt;/u&gt;, why we are gay. They want to tell us, we &lt;u&gt;CHOSE &lt;/u&gt;this. They think they have all the answers, but are blind &amp;nbsp;to their own ignorance.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"You are gay because something dramatic happened in your life that affected your life."&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;That is the absolute one of the stupidest thing I have ever heard. So &lt;u&gt;YOU ARE&lt;/u&gt; telling me that something dramatic must happen to YOU to make you straight, right? To think such a thing is&lt;u&gt; CLEARLY&lt;/u&gt; based on the fact that society has painted&amp;nbsp;heterosexuality&amp;nbsp;to be the&amp;nbsp;superior and "normal" sexuality. So to &lt;u&gt;BE&amp;nbsp;&lt;/u&gt;homosexual...something "bad" &lt;u&gt;MUST&lt;/u&gt; have happened to transform you into a homosexual. Because of &lt;u&gt;THIS&lt;/u&gt;, they think we &lt;u&gt;NEED&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;therapy. Do they need therapy for their heterosexuality?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;They think this is something that can be corrected. Tisk, tisk. I will not wallow in&amp;nbsp;sympathy&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;because&amp;nbsp;of their ignorance...I &lt;u&gt;KNOW &lt;/u&gt;me, they do not.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Being gay is wrong because..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Let me &lt;u&gt;GUESS&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u&gt;BECAUSE&lt;/u&gt; of what the Bible say? The bible that &lt;u&gt;WASN'T&lt;/u&gt; personally constructed by God or Jesus. The bible that &lt;u&gt;ALSO&lt;/u&gt; has a &lt;u&gt;LONG&lt;/u&gt; list of OTHER things deemed sinful, BUT you choose to ignore. Even homosexuality was here before Jesus. Being gay is wrong...being straight isn't? Yet another&amp;nbsp;justification society has use to deem heterosexuality as the superior sexuality. But the bible was ALSO used to&amp;nbsp;justify&amp;nbsp;slavery and any race other than white was deemed inferior. Its happening &lt;u&gt;ALL OVER&lt;/u&gt; again...&lt;u&gt;WHEN &lt;/u&gt;will they learn?........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;When&amp;nbsp;homosexuality&amp;nbsp;is mentioned, they say...sin. The bible is &lt;u&gt;NEVER&lt;/u&gt; thrown in conversation when&amp;nbsp;adultery&amp;nbsp;is mentioned. What about greed, envy, gluttony. I honestly think that they are way to many sins in the bible to take seriously, its okay for me to think that because the bible IS man made. But if your distaste in&amp;nbsp;homosexuality&amp;nbsp;is supported by the bible, how about you read up on the sinful life &lt;u&gt;YOU&lt;/u&gt; living before judging &lt;u&gt;ME&lt;/u&gt;. Society is confuse and they think its &lt;u&gt;US&lt;/u&gt;. On the date of January 1, 2010 I came out to my father, not really willingly, only&amp;nbsp;because&amp;nbsp;I got "caught" [something I never discussed with &lt;u&gt;GOOD&lt;/u&gt; reason, may blog about it later] &amp;nbsp;I was "caught"&amp;nbsp;because&amp;nbsp;I was not there at the moment he and my mother found naked pictures of &lt;u&gt;MEN&lt;/u&gt;(of course) on the computer. Nothing really bad happen, but during our vocal exchange on the matter he expressed, "its not in God's plan [for me to be gay]" Really? Though, within the same exchange about this subject, he made it &lt;u&gt;CLEAR&lt;/u&gt; that it would okay for me to have naked pictures &amp;nbsp;of &lt;u&gt;WOMEN&lt;/u&gt; and lust after &lt;u&gt;THEM&lt;/u&gt;. So let ME get this "straight" its Not in God's plan for me to be &lt;u&gt;GAY&lt;/u&gt;, which is obviously&amp;nbsp;because&amp;nbsp;of what the bible say. You would &lt;u&gt;RATHER&lt;/u&gt; me lust after naked women, than naked &lt;u&gt;MEN&lt;/u&gt;, but the bible say &lt;u&gt;LUST&lt;/u&gt; is a &lt;u&gt;SIN&lt;/u&gt;. It does &lt;u&gt;NOT &lt;/u&gt;say what &lt;u&gt;TYPE&lt;/u&gt; of lust, it just say &lt;u&gt;LUST&lt;/u&gt;. Based on the bible BOTH are wrong, &lt;u&gt;BUT&lt;/u&gt; you would accept me lusting women, but not&lt;u&gt; MEN&lt;/u&gt;...and you have &lt;u&gt;THE NERVE&lt;/u&gt; to tell its cause of what the &lt;u&gt;BIBLE SAY?&lt;/u&gt;! The&amp;nbsp;heterosexuality&amp;nbsp;community is confused, not us. My father isn't the &lt;u&gt;ONLY&lt;/u&gt; one in this, I was using him as an example.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"You just haven't found the right woman yet."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Yes, they really believe that and expect us to believe that bullshit too. What about the 40-60 year old homosexuals...they still haven't found the right woman? Being gay does &lt;u&gt;NOT&lt;/u&gt; mean you just have not found the right woman. being gay means there is &lt;u&gt;NO&lt;/u&gt; right woman...only right &lt;u&gt;MAN&lt;/u&gt;. "Why are you gay,&amp;nbsp;because&amp;nbsp;there is so much pussy in the world?" There is &lt;u&gt;ALSO&lt;/u&gt; a lot of &lt;u&gt;DICK&lt;/u&gt; in the world...so why are &lt;u&gt;YOU&lt;/u&gt; straight? The&amp;nbsp;quantity&amp;nbsp;of another gender has nothing to do with anybodies sexuality. If you sit a bucket of chicken of front of a&amp;nbsp;vegetarian&amp;nbsp;that don't mean they&amp;nbsp;gonna&amp;nbsp;eat it because there's &lt;u&gt;LOTS&lt;/u&gt; of it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;I am just TIRED of others on the outside looking in thinking they know more about US than we do. [bias BECAUSE of their homophobia at that] So what can we do. Educate? You cannot, will not change the views of the others UNLESS they ARE open minded and want to STOP being ignorant to&amp;nbsp;homosexuality. &amp;nbsp;But they want to be ignorant. Why? So they can remain [in their head] the superior one. If they start understanding US, they will realize they they are NOT above us because of their heterosexuality.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;They don't want that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The state of Bob and Sally Roberts’ eight year&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #1c1c1c; font-size: 14px; font-weight: 700; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;satirical&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;union isn’t looking good, y’all.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.theleakywiki.com/k2-front-page/us/item/427-gay-marriage-legalization-leads-to-divorce-of-desperately-unhappy-new-york-couple" rel="nofollow" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #6f3f94; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;" target="_blank"&gt;The Leaky Wiki&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;writes that all those homos getting their gay marriage on in New York have broken the Roberts’ bond by stripping their marriage of its sanctity.&lt;/div&gt;
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In an interview, Bob stated, “Sally and I have been together for a long time. Our oldest son just turned ten years old. And through all the arguing and nagging, I really did love her. But now that two men are allowed to share a life and be happy and devoted, I just don’t think that I can see my marriage as holy anymore.”&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;
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Sally held similar opinions. “Our life hadn’t been easy. Bob’s been working three jobs to support the kids. I thought of leaving him when he had that affair, but I knew my marriage was sacred in the eyes of the Lord, and [I] couldn’t leave him. But I can’t believe my marriage is holy when two homosexuals can have an honest, long-term, monogamous life as a married couple.”&lt;/div&gt;
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Sally and Bob showed us the divorce papers. “Our lawyer said that ‘the gays’ isn’t a valid reason on the divorce papers,” Bob told us, “so we decided on a no-fault divorce.”&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Really?...*&lt;/i&gt;shaking my head&lt;i&gt;* No comment at the moment...their ignorance has me speechless.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WE THE PEOPLE &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;are not outcasts but treated as such, are we NOT a part of &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;THIS &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;country?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WE THE PEOPLE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;deserve&amp;nbsp;OUR rights the same as others. They think we ARE “confused” because of &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHO WE ARE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;….we are NOT, America is. America &lt;/i&gt;SUPPOSE &lt;i&gt;to be so high and mighty…America has always painted itself as having PRIDE in its citizens, so WHY do AMERICAN&amp;nbsp;citizens&amp;nbsp;need to FIGHT for AMERICAN RIGHTS? America is confused. Gay marriage is wrong? At first&amp;nbsp;INTERRACIAL&amp;nbsp;marriage was WRONG. How long is AMERICA gonna KEEP switching and changing what the “definition” of what marriage is instead just ADMITTING&lt;b&gt; marriage is SUPPOSE to be between love and LOVE&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/z0KGMvy1eAtkzit178vCQj_h148/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/z0KGMvy1eAtkzit178vCQj_h148/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://msnbcmedia3.msn.com/j/ap/confederate%20flag%20black%20neighbors-549331694_v2.grid-6x2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://msnbcmedia3.msn.com/j/ap/confederate%20flag%20black%20neighbors-549331694_v2.grid-6x2.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 302px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 474px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Annie Chambers Caddell is a citizen of South Carolina's historically black dominated town called Brownsville. She moved there in 2010 with props of Patriotic spirit and Confederate pride. American eagles, jack-0-lanterns, and her most acknowledged piece - The Confederate Flag.&lt;br /&gt;
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Since her move to Brownsville, many of her black neighbors have protested on her yard and created petitions to bannish the controversial flying fabric from their town. After a court case, the judge rejected the petition and that it was legally and morally harmless for her to wave her flag of tradition. The court case also accepted that her neighbors had the right to build a fence in order to avoid her "offensive" scenery. And that they did - an 8-foot-high wooden fence!&lt;/div&gt;
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But that didn't stop Caddell... eventually she planted a large pole on her yard (seen in the image above) toppling over the fences and causing even more attraction to her residence.&lt;b&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;People driving by here because of the privacy fences, they tend to slow down,&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/b&gt; states Caddell. &lt;b&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;If the objective was to block my house from view, they didn't succeed very well."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: normal;"&gt;In 2011, the battle still continues. Protesters of black and white fighting towards or against the pride of Confederacy. Which leads me to my personal observation...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: normal;"&gt;At first, when I stumbled upon this article via Yahoo, photos of the flag and Annie just showed me how ignorant I really am. I looked at her in disgust, wondering why she would move to a black neighborhood and show off her family tradition as if it were for intentional offense. But after watching the video, I had to give her a bit of respect. Her intent was not to offend anyone, abuse anyone, or cause conflict. She claims to not be a racist, and that she is against spreading hate. &lt;b&gt;"I have not disrespected my neighbors in any manner to my knowledge. What they choose to be upset about is their choice. I don't tell you what to pick your battles over."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: normal;"&gt;So if she's not abusing anyone or being disrespectful, why make such a big issue over a flag to the point where you bring it to COURT? I live in Georgia, the pit of slavery and cotton pickin' - I see confederate flags the deeper I travel down I-75 South. It scares me sometimes, but if you don't like it - don't associate yourself with it. You can't stop racism, you can't change people's mentalities, a belief is a belief that only that person can change. My neighborhood is full of drug-dealers, sex offenders, and criminals... I don't see anybody rioting over that! So to make all this fuss over a flag is indeed a ridiculous motive. And I am ashamed of myself to be a victim of such ignorance and skepticism. It is indeed a stereotype to claim anyone who has a confederate flag a &lt;b&gt;racist&lt;/b&gt;. But regardless, I would like to know what you think? Hit up that comment box below and throw in your two cents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: normal;"&gt;(&lt;b&gt;Extra note&lt;/b&gt;) Let me add before people get my point of view taken the wrong way. I am in no shape or form supporting Confederacy. I am only agreeing with the morality that one can believe in whatever they want - so long as they're not harming, abusing, or offending others. if she truly isn't, then let her show her stupid flag. But if she's purposely abusing her rights, then that's a self-contradiction and makes her a hypocrite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MY&lt;/b&gt; TIME IS IN &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;SEVEN&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; DAYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;By next Monday, I'll be a "fun" TWENTY-0NE. The [above] picture is an app from my phone used to count down the days. My&amp;nbsp;nieces&amp;nbsp;also turn TW0 on the 1st of October. I would have LOVED for them to be born on my birthday, but I'm still satisfied they're a Libra just like their uncle. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;What happened to "innocent UNTIL PROVEN guilty"?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;His conviction in 1991 led him into jail for his "beyond a reasonable doubt"&amp;nbsp;alleged&amp;nbsp;murder. But since then witnesses have changed their story and the murder weapon was NEVER found. So of course there was now "reasonable doubt," despite that he was put to death last night. [ Sept. 21, 2011 @ 11p.m.] This isn't about rather you are for or against the death penalty...this is about a possible innocent man dying for a crime he did not commit. Did he? We don't know. All we know is there was NOT solid &lt;i&gt;proof&lt;/i&gt; linking him to the murder of that officer. This kind of thing happens ALL THE TIME concerning this country's "justice system." Innocent ones suffer, the ones that are proven to have done the crime, WALK, because they know the loop holes of the "system." Sometimes hard PROOF are thrown Out,&amp;nbsp;because&amp;nbsp;of something else.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It has not been and was never about "justice." Everything about this country is ran like a business, if you don't know business then you won't succeed. The "system" have fail us many times, so this is not the end. Now I am NOT a lawyer, I am not even gonna get in depth about the case. Casey Anthony was found "innocent" DESPITE the fact she was LYING about her story from the start. THAT is making my point. The "justice system" is NOT blind, it may depend on MONEY, SEX, rather your LAWYER is really good, and Yes RACE...rather you win or lose a case, despite you being INNOCENT.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Let's face it this guy "killed" a cop, he was NOT gonna survive this. They was going to KILL him&amp;nbsp;regardless just because he was the only suspect they have. And that's the fucked up part about...when there is only ONE suspect, they WANT it to be them, so they don't look for anyone else. When you kill a cop, they ARE gonna get YOU, but when a COP kills an INNOCENT person they WILL justify it...they WILL get away with it. [i.e. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sean Bell&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;case] You are NOT gonna get away with cop killing...cops are just as much of a GANG than BLOODZ &amp;amp; CRIPZ. Eye for an EYE.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Murder is wrong either way, but DAMN man.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I could understand if they had cold hard proof, but since the 1991 witnesses stories are not solid anymore. I would understand if he appeared cocky and having a "not giving a fuck" attitude. But he was sincere and have been pleading "not guilty" ever since the 90s. Even before his death, he still gave his word to the family of the victim "I didn't do it and I hope you continue with this case."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;R.I.P Troy Davis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;So I'm  back again with the same subject. The PROBLEM?....Well my classes aren't exactly my problem this time around. It's been bothering me for a while and I didn't even feel like blogging about it until I got into the swing of things. So the question is: where do I begin?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Let's start at how I got here. I am originally from Shreveport, but the university I'm attending is in Louisiana's capitol, Baton Rouge. On our way to the campus, my family and I got on the road at 3 a.m. so we could get there at 7 a.m... This was to set my "return" in order and check into my dorm on August 18th, so my last day of sleep ended when I woke at 3-4 p.m. the day before. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;When arriving at the campus, there was an unorganized and unprofessional financial aid "process" that I had to deal with. Long lines that seemed "UNmoving." I didn't get ANYTHING taken care of until TEN P.M. that night. So, you can come to the conclusion that I went through this with NO SLEEP! Their financial aid "process" is like this EVERY year, and it shouldn't be - that shit ain't NORMAL! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Okay so let's talk about, MY DORM: A huge DOWNGRADE from what I had LAST year. Even though I REQUESTED that dorm, living in this piece of SHIT makes it feel as though I'm in the "PROJECTS". Despite having one sink, It's OLD, with uncomfortable beds, community showers, and public bathrooms. N&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ot to mention the issue with my electrical outlets, that left me with NO AIR!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I paid all my fees ONLINE, since they told me "okay if you do it THIS way, you don't have to do THIS" Guess what? I STILL had to do "THIS", I had to walk over there to do THAT, and when I got there, "oh they moved THAT to THIS building!" - Just UNORGANIZED!  LAZY ASS, UNPROFESSIONAL ASS, "DON'T GIVE A FUCK" ASS people working here. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;On top of THAT, this University is filing for BANKRUPTCY. They had multiple meetings and &lt;br /&gt;"said" it wouldn't affect accreditation... BULLSHIT, of course it will! I'm not looking forward to graduating only to be told, "oh, your degree does NOT hold value, your school is NOT accredited" &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I was told this school USED to have 500 people on faculty, it has been cut down to 200 something. A lot of these people probably don't care because they probably feel, "oh, I might not be here any longer any way." I am INDEED NOT planning on attending this shitty ass school next year. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;OH LET'S NOT FORGET, LITERALLY as I was typing THIS...there was a knock on my door, a guy with piece of paper with "NOTICE OF EVICTION" on it. Saying it's "SAYING" on file I am basically a free loading student who HASN'T paid needed tuition and fees to attend this school. WTF! REALLY YOU BITCH! I have that SETTLED now though, I had to pause THIS to take care of THAT. SOMEBODY APPARENTLY IS NOT doing their JOB, 'cause I KNOW I took care of shit on MY end. SMH. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mind you, I am attending a REALLY fucked up HBCU[historically black college/university] which is why I have plans on attending a WHITE school next year. White schools STAY on their jobs, may sound prejudice...but it's true. People have this WRONG perception of an HBCU..."oh we all FAMILY, we care about you MORE than a WHITE school could" But yet once you get here, they treat you like SHIT. I'm gonna honestly say I don't if EVERY HBCU is like that BUT I know MY University IS, I know the University my older bro attended IS, I heard through grapevine how OTHERS are, sooooooo....Yea. WHAT is the REAL reason other black youth want to go to a HBCU, of course I would LOVE to stay here if it wasn't for the things driving me AWAY...but that's a DIFFERENT subject for a another post [I'm already thinking of a title]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shitty school = Shitty education&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;, not good Math AT ALL. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;there is so many other in depths things, but it's too much to type...I could be at it ALL day, plus I have class in a few. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;But I CAN'T take it though, surprised I really haven't gone insane yet. To go through this school financial aid "process" every year [because it easier in the Spring, but a Fall semester starts a NEW year, so you have to do the same thing every year] and THEN be put into a shitty ass dorm, going back and forth doing something  just because THEY didn't do their job. Yea THAT is what been going on with me. =(&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;In her heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Too many times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;She been hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;A penny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;For every tear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;To satisfy the most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Greediest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;His greed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;For pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Her pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Each time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;He hurt her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;He wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;MORE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;But she would satisfy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;His greed of pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;With his own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;WRONG?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;She didn’t care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;She never thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;So clear in her life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Her fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Clouded her judgment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;She mustn’t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Leave any trance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Laced his drink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;He’s sleep at peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;She laughs, she grabs
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;The sharpest knife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;So much life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Was running through
her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Something she haven’t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Felt in a long time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;It was his time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;She looks at him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;So weak and limp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;She wasted so much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Of her time with him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;She wasted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;No more time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;DEEP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Into his neck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;She pulls back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Her arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;DEEP &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Into his chest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Right where&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;It was supposedly a
heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Supposedly at the
start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;There was love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Each thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Of what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;USED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;To be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;The more greed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;For more BLOOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;The more she shoved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;And digged into&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;His body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Slices and slices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;When she was done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;There was nothing
left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;But the hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;He beat her with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;She took it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Put it into&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;A fist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Hitting her self&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Repeatedly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Screaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;“THAT would be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;The last time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;You beat me”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Could be heard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Until &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;She fell into&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Her slumber&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-size: x-large;"&gt;I have given a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-size: x-large;"&gt;MUCH NEEDED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-size: x-large;"&gt; revision&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-size: x-large;"&gt;to the "&lt;a href="http://speakcloset.blogspot.com/p/about-s-fit-c.html"&gt;About the S-fit-C&lt;/a&gt;" section.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;p.s. YES I am back. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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