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Showing posts with label Six Word Saturday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Six Word Saturday. Show all posts

Saturday, January 3, 2015

Rachel Potter A Capella: I Knew You Were Trouble/As Long As You Love Me



Getting It Done Without Any Instruments


~DJ Wanda~

Saturday, December 27, 2014

Too Little Too Late: Brandy ft. Neyo



Domestic abuse hurts and sometimes kills.



How many times did I ask 'why are you with him'?
How many times did I beg you to run away?
How many times did he tell you it won't happen again?
And how many times did it happen the very next day?

And now I'm asking why didn't you listen to me?
Why didn't I do something,
Though you said 'please just let it be'?
Why did I let him take you from me?
The choices we make, to right the mistakes.
Too little too late.

What did I say the very first time it happened?
I said where is he now and what do you want me do to?
Why did you tell me no, why were you protecting him?
When all I was trying to do, was protect you.

And now I'm asking why didn't you listen to me?
Why didn't I do something,
Though you said 'please just let it be'?
Why did I let him take you from me?
The choices we make, to right the mistakes.
Too little too late.

And I just can't help feeling,
Feeling like I let you down.
Your knight in shining armor,
Protecting you from harm.
Yeah right, if that were true,
You'd still be around!

Why didn't you listen to me?
Why didn't I do something,
Though you said 'please just let it be'?
Why did I let him take you from me?
The choices we make, to right the mistakes.
Too little too late.

Why didn't you listen to me?
Why didn't I do something,
Though you said 'please just let it be'?
Why did I let him take you from me?
The choices we make, to right the mistakes.
Too little too late.
Too little too late.

Saturday, November 8, 2014

Six Word Saturday: Words We Can't Say Enough



We love you always, Malcolm Young

Like anyone who allows themselves to age naturally, Malcolm's face became wizened by time. He was a tiny person. However, he never looked frail until recently, and he always looked alert, as if he was taking everything in and processing it, figuring out what came next at all times. In recent photos, that look was gone, as if he was struggling just to get along. It's heartbreaking.
Dementia sucks. It sucks. And then it sucks some more. It robs its victims of their minds, of the light in their eyes, of their ability to recognize even those they loved the most. It robs those who love the sufferer of his or her ability to give the gift of themselves. 
Fuck you, dementia in all its forms. Just fuck you. 
I wish I had something more intelligent to say. Unfortunately, that is how helpless such a condition leaves everyone it touches.

~DJ Blooming Psycho~

Saturday, July 19, 2014

KHEL 666 Technology Bytes: Safe Driving Software



Technology Can Stop Texting and Driving

Once when my car had to be towed, I rode along with the tow truck driver. He was texting along down the highway at 65 MPH. I'm a dyed in the wool agnostic, but I was praying to whatever powers there be that I not end up dead in a twisted heap of metal on the side of the highway because of this fellow's decision to text and drive!

~DJ Tempest~

Saturday, April 6, 2013

Six Word Saturday: Hope and Destruction

Hope and Destruction: Yin and Yang

(I confess, it made a really good excuse to share this cool little band, The William Blakes.)

~Adam~