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Wow. Everywhere I go, she is there. In your face. Everywhere. I turn and look and she's there. I go to work and she's there. I drive my car and she's sitting in my back seat. I use the bathroom and she is peering up at me from the toilet. I go home and she is there, lying in my bed. I go to sleep and she is in my goddamn dreams. Like she is on some omnipresent shit.
BEYONCE, PLEASE SIT DOWN!
You are everywhere! How are you stalking everybody on the planet at the same time! How are you doing this! There's only so much we can handle, Beyonce. And you have pushed and pushed us so far past the limit that we breathe Beyonce. Like... it's not even oxgen anymore, it's Beyonce. And we can't take any more of this!
What's the first thing you think of when you see this:
DO IT! For God's sake, just stop it. No upgrading us, no ringing the alarm, no putting my boxes to the left. Sit down!
We loved you in Destiny's Child. You were somewhat dominant, but the best has a right to be cocky. And the other girls were their to pull on your weave, when you wanted to be everyone on the planet at the same time. They canceled you out. But now that you're gone, you need to STOP, Beyonce. Stop walking to the studio to record albums, stop it. Stop walking, stop talking, stop acting, stop making commercials, stop shooting photo-ops.
STOP BREATHING!
Dear Beyonce:
I can't go anywhere, without thinking that you're there. Seems like you're EVERYWHERE I go. I swear that I'm having deja vu. I don't want to put on my freakum dress! What if I just want to leave it where it is! I know you want to upgrade the world, but I don't want Audemars Piguet watches or Cartier top clips. I just want to look to the left and have you NOT BE THERE.
I hope you break a fucking heel,
Brandon
BEYONCE, PLEASE SIT DOWN!
You are everywhere! How are you stalking everybody on the planet at the same time! How are you doing this! There's only so much we can handle, Beyonce. And you have pushed and pushed us so far past the limit that we breathe Beyonce. Like... it's not even oxgen anymore, it's Beyonce. And we can't take any more of this!
What's the first thing you think of when you see this:
DO IT! For God's sake, just stop it. No upgrading us, no ringing the alarm, no putting my boxes to the left. Sit down!
We loved you in Destiny's Child. You were somewhat dominant, but the best has a right to be cocky. And the other girls were their to pull on your weave, when you wanted to be everyone on the planet at the same time. They canceled you out. But now that you're gone, you need to STOP, Beyonce. Stop walking to the studio to record albums, stop it. Stop walking, stop talking, stop acting, stop making commercials, stop shooting photo-ops.
STOP BREATHING!
Dear Beyonce:
I can't go anywhere, without thinking that you're there. Seems like you're EVERYWHERE I go. I swear that I'm having deja vu. I don't want to put on my freakum dress! What if I just want to leave it where it is! I know you want to upgrade the world, but I don't want Audemars Piguet watches or Cartier top clips. I just want to look to the left and have you NOT BE THERE.
I hope you break a fucking heel,
Brandon