Slakah The BeatChild - Enjoy yourself
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Bang Bang...my favorite!
These Boots Are Made For Walking...good karaoke tune.
The great Nina Simone...
Since I Fell For You
Seems I'm Never Tired Loving You
Download Nina Simone's songs though...phenomenal!
That Time Again!
Let's begin with the Karate Kid. I know, I know...why? Idk but Will Smith's son is adorable, Jackie Chan is always entertaining and sprinkle Taraji P Henson on top...how BAD can it be?
I'm TOO excited by this!!! ScarJo as Black Widow! FCKIN WAR MACHINE! Whiplash! YESSSSS!!!! Check out AC/DC!
Ok...picture Ocean's 11, 12, or 13 with MORE action. Got it? Now, add in PURE FUCKING EYE CANDY...I'm talking Idris Elba WITH his natural accent, Chris Brown with facial hair, Michael Ealy, PAUL FCKIN WALKER, Hayden Christenson, Jay "I-Know-I-Don't_Normally_Do-Hispanics-But-You've-ALWAYS-Been-An-Exception" Hernandez, TI, and Matt Dillion. I could watch this fckin movie on MUTE!
A Simple Mel-a-nie
Hey guys! I've been catching up on a lot of music I missed out on and I must share that I am completely enamored by Miss. Melanie Fiona! The first time I heard of her was when my BFF told me to download her single, "Give It To Me Right". It's from her debut album, The Bridge, which dropped last year.
With an amazing voice, tracks that have that feel-good Motown vibe, and lyrics oozing with heartfelt emotion, The Bridge, is a pretty damn good debut album. My favorite song is probably the most sappy of the bunch, "You Stop My Heart". Other tracks I like are "Ay Yo", "Monday Morning" and "Priceless". The album title was perfectly chosen because she combines old and new music to make it hers. Not to mention, she's stunning!
She's up for best female R&B vocal performance for her song, "It Kills Me."
Enjoy!
Whats going on with this world though?
Jermaine Ruiz a Brooklyn man who is being charged for 3 counts of murder for murdering His 22 year old girlfriend jessica ybe and her two children 2 and 5 years old (Childrens names arent being disclosed) Ybe was partially wrapped in plastic bags while her two children were rolled up in carpet. He was preparing to dump the bodies in the dumpster....I can honestly say this is very sad and something is terribly wrong with this guy like how can you do something so fucking evil?
Res - They say vision
RELIEF FOR HAITI AT THE HOUSE OF ART
House of Art
373 Lewis Avenue
(corner of Macon & Lewis Ave.)
Brooklyn, NY 11233
347 663-8195
www.nychouseofart.com
Song of Day
John or Johnny or both?
We need a reality TV show...
I'm Back!
Tiny Tim or Herbert Khaury, son of a Lebanese pops and Jewish mama, he grew up in the Washington Heights section of Manhattan. Very fond of music from the 19th and early 20th century, he started doing caberets in small clubs. In the 1960's he gained fame performing on the Ed Sullivan and Jackie Gleason variety shows. He was obsessed with good hygiene, and his distaste for sex seemed logical when paired with his gentle, asexual demeanor. His rendition of "Tip-Toe Through the Tulips" became a hit and sold over 200,000 copies. Tim married his girlfriend, 17-year-old Victoria Budinger (known as Miss Vicki). They had a daughter, Tulip, and divorced after eight years. By the early '70s high-profile gigs dried up, Tim kept plugging away, performing whenever and wherever he could. He remarried in 1984 to 23-year-old Miss Jan. They lived apart most of the time and the marriage lasted until 1994. Tim joined a circus for 36 weeks. In August of 1995 he married for a third time to Miss Sue, and he moved to Minneapolis. In September of 1996, he suffered a heart attack while performing at a ukulele festival in Massachusetts. Upon his release from the hospital, Tim resumed his concert schedule, but sadly, on November 30, he suffered another heart attack in Minneapolis while performing "Tip-Toe Through the Tulips," and died an hour later.
One of my fav's
Juelz Santana ft Chris brown - Back to the crib
Tattoos & Piercings
Combining twice, to the right alignment
In the rough
Her soft
Not quite a diamond
Goddess with a different sparkle
Lifetimes in a vintage quarrel
Rifle to the spar two went through
Sensual integrity
Sketch dual lovers
Soothing suns touch
Tool of earth
Picked the jewel from under
Cuddle in her puddle and shadow
Latched to an angle
Tangled in her web
Perplexed at the perpendicular vertex
Her sex turned enchanting
Enhancing the magic, tragic in the happen
Trapping in fragments my everlasting love
Multiple choice for an orgasmic hoist...
All of the above
An embrace was made that could taste the very delicate place we craved
Centers
Centered betwixt thighs
Signed
Contending between action and reaction
Rise to the occasion
I raised her gently
Entered
Rendered invicible to weak
We almost weeped
Tension built, emotions felt, beyond talking for a week
Swept up in the breathless connection
She began stretching
Tongue clung to areola, salivation exploring dimensions
Breasts sent affection
As my erection strengthened
8 inch length in
Bending to whims
Out and opposite
Directional composite fit
Switch not position
Astride she rides
Trying not to
Soluble and salacious
Racing with relations
Relationships
Perhaps elated
Friendship afloat or aboard dating
Waiting
Tantalizing resides in a kiss
Grazing barriers
Breaking
Involuntarily, she's quaking
Staircase to a hidden heaven
Clitoral haven
Nipple teasing
Heaving
Never-ending
Receiving my entirety entirely
However, before this transpired, I was fighting leaps
Bound to fall
Jumping heartbeat
Discreet in the beginning
She sprawled out on the couch
Sat up and engulfed my shaft by mouth
By now I was incapable of words
Merely shading the color of her through gradient verbs
Shaping a blur
Who could imagine this clearly
Somewhere we lost all inhibitions
Blinking to an unadulterated vision
Advisory warning
Cornering the sight of beautiful poses
Seductive
Fruitful her rose is
Cute, too
Her nose when it crinkles
I'd never think to desist
Bountiful boundaries
Wow
These treats, I needn't resist
Breathing seems foreign
Between the reach in a rift
In her drift I dip to drip
Lift and strip the rest of our wardrobe
Whatever was left
Come measure a breath
Inhaling became comparable to sailing
Sunken treasure
Depths fathom us forever
I plunge
Nails hug walls
Pillow surfaces, epidermis, as hands halt
Dancing dangerously in the lion's den
Bare waltz
Walk upon evening to great heights
They might say this girl is poison
Yet, I'm enjoying every bit of her snake bite
Memories replay and take thrice
Stay bright like the weight might hurdle worlds into another orbit
Orifice sufficed to delight
And recite choruses
Gorgeous, this female being
Whispered in my ear not to hurt her
So each stroke thereafter evoked healing
Closed lotus
Opening in the ceiling
Sealing a sky
Behind backs
Mirrors climax
Backwards, rewind that
She climbed and maximized my magnum size
Excelling in exhaling
Revealing satisfaction from grabbing and slapping
Hanging and tapping
Asking me to ease up
Uneasy, it was not
Easing thickness between lips
Frisky business
Ascend and then drop
My mountain leveled to rock
Pleasure to settle in stock
Pressure extending the lot
Locked in a combination of sessions
Sectioned in pressing her spots
Erotic posture
Forever we've got
Or so I thought
A similar feeling
Puzzling how we're huddled in thrusts, tugs and kneeling
Diagonal lateral
Insane vaginal
Intercourse be the source of my padded room
Reverse intro
Akimbo
Sit's so pretty
Straddling me
I have my hands on her waist passionately
Demanded I grasp as if she were last
No before or after to see
Sweet nothings in ear
Inner near splashing gradually
Having the sheets muffle her shouts
Couldn't be subtle in sound
Limber
This lady contorted in methods that left me amazed
Right leg beside my shoulder
Slow sucks tuck my eyes
No rush
Had me a maze, searching for the end results
Next to necks, nestling
Listener to a lingering list of countless rounds of wrestling
Escapades
Fingers engaged
Ring around the marriage of bodies
Compound theme
Simply display a rarity, pronounce us loudly
Hours are now an understatement
Facing each other, as the day's rays cover the pavement
-G. Arthur ©2009
Megan Fox
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Haiti
Lets do what we can to help out...I'm not to good with giving Condolences because I feel like any pain that I endure can not amount to the pain that everyone over there is feeling...so Lets try to be self-less for a moment and give. Its gonna take years to get back to how they use to be...
Musician Wyclef Jean, who’s from Haiti, says you can donate $5 by texting YELE to 501501 and by visiting yele.org
You can text “HAITI” to 90999 to donate $10 to Red Cross relief efforts. Read more from the Red Cross.
Lady Sovereign
Her latest song thats featured on the Ballys total fitness commerical...Wonder what jay-z was thinking.
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