Make That Ass Clap, Make It Snap Let Me Hear It Now
I've been wondering about the zodiac. I read my horoscope for fun sometimes but I was never really as interested in it as I have become - I check it everyday now.
"If you present yourself as a confident and dependable person, your career will skyrocket to the top", it tells me.
The universe doesn't give two damns about my "career"! (or my lovelife for that matter)
Its all a bunch of shit. HOROSCOPES LIE. And I don't want any snooty comments saying things like "and you're just now realizing this?"
I am heartbroken. I thought I was a Pisces Queen. Last of the Great Romantics. I believed my horoscope like so many times I believed a boy when he told me I was beautiful. (CRASH)
I'll read descriptions for other signs and its always something positive and exciting. Leo is an "I'm in charge" sign, Aquarius is always inventive and unique, Gemini always has wonderful things to say....
but Pisces. "Overly sensative and easily becomes addicted to alcohol. Too dependent on others, spends most of their time dreaming." This makes me so bitter. I HATE THE FUCKING ZODIAC!
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Ever been SLAMMED? This movie said alot to me. I'm sharing it with you.
"Run Free"
-I feel like my back is against a brick wall and I've got a Mack truck two inches from my face. Every cell in my body is screaming "RUN!" but I can't...I'm kicking and stomping and running and jumping, wreaking all kinds of havoc, creating a bloody mess and I am going nowhere. Somewhere in my mind I think I am moving. Somewhere in reality I am running. Somewhere inside myself I am oh so still. Quiet. Dead. My soul is not rising. My spirit is not lifting. My life is not living. But I am running. Moving through the universe, a whirling dervish with no end, no purpose, no means, no life left to live. And yet, still, I want to go to that place where I can run, run free, my mind tells me. But those two words cannot occupy the same space in reality. Run. Free.
My back is against a brick wall, I got a Mack truck two inches from my face! Well run free baby, run now. It just looks hard, but it would be, so easy. Just turn around and go! Clip all the wires, hook-ups and hangups and then you're HOME FREE. You can give birth, torrents you so easily you'll believe it's always been there, while the natural order made-to-order by your forever clever mind, constantly protecting you against things you no longer need to be protected from! AND I BELIEVE. I believe like a holy roller singing sweaty preaching Go Tell It On The Mountain, while speaking in twenty different tongues and diving in ten thousand feet of baptismal water without a life preserver. I believe like my bullet-ridden brother out there somewhere right now, gurgling blood through his last breath, spitting out a red bright prayer. So new, so sweet, so baby fresh. So full of truth he thinks he can save his life!
God does not exist in desperation and Hope is lying dead, somewhere in the sewer down the street around the corner in the alley underneath the feet of somebody, itching scratching trembling, chosen for that next heat and suckin somebody's dick! Got two minutes y'all, I got TWO MOTHERFUCKIN MINUTES before I run free or die. Two minutes...before I smash my face into the grill of a Mack truck. Before I get ten thousand bricks shoved up my ass
Before I RUN FREE OR DIE-
"If you present yourself as a confident and dependable person, your career will skyrocket to the top", it tells me.
The universe doesn't give two damns about my "career"! (or my lovelife for that matter)
Its all a bunch of shit. HOROSCOPES LIE. And I don't want any snooty comments saying things like "and you're just now realizing this?"
I am heartbroken. I thought I was a Pisces Queen. Last of the Great Romantics. I believed my horoscope like so many times I believed a boy when he told me I was beautiful. (CRASH)
I'll read descriptions for other signs and its always something positive and exciting. Leo is an "I'm in charge" sign, Aquarius is always inventive and unique, Gemini always has wonderful things to say....
but Pisces. "Overly sensative and easily becomes addicted to alcohol. Too dependent on others, spends most of their time dreaming." This makes me so bitter. I HATE THE FUCKING ZODIAC!
* * *
Ever been SLAMMED? This movie said alot to me. I'm sharing it with you.
"Run Free"
-I feel like my back is against a brick wall and I've got a Mack truck two inches from my face. Every cell in my body is screaming "RUN!" but I can't...I'm kicking and stomping and running and jumping, wreaking all kinds of havoc, creating a bloody mess and I am going nowhere. Somewhere in my mind I think I am moving. Somewhere in reality I am running. Somewhere inside myself I am oh so still. Quiet. Dead. My soul is not rising. My spirit is not lifting. My life is not living. But I am running. Moving through the universe, a whirling dervish with no end, no purpose, no means, no life left to live. And yet, still, I want to go to that place where I can run, run free, my mind tells me. But those two words cannot occupy the same space in reality. Run. Free.
My back is against a brick wall, I got a Mack truck two inches from my face! Well run free baby, run now. It just looks hard, but it would be, so easy. Just turn around and go! Clip all the wires, hook-ups and hangups and then you're HOME FREE. You can give birth, torrents you so easily you'll believe it's always been there, while the natural order made-to-order by your forever clever mind, constantly protecting you against things you no longer need to be protected from! AND I BELIEVE. I believe like a holy roller singing sweaty preaching Go Tell It On The Mountain, while speaking in twenty different tongues and diving in ten thousand feet of baptismal water without a life preserver. I believe like my bullet-ridden brother out there somewhere right now, gurgling blood through his last breath, spitting out a red bright prayer. So new, so sweet, so baby fresh. So full of truth he thinks he can save his life!
God does not exist in desperation and Hope is lying dead, somewhere in the sewer down the street around the corner in the alley underneath the feet of somebody, itching scratching trembling, chosen for that next heat and suckin somebody's dick! Got two minutes y'all, I got TWO MOTHERFUCKIN MINUTES before I run free or die. Two minutes...before I smash my face into the grill of a Mack truck. Before I get ten thousand bricks shoved up my ass
Before I RUN FREE OR DIE-