LalalaBella
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shrink yeh?
Everyone Loves Penguins.
You Buy Me Harry....N I Buy You A Minion
JUST GIVE ME THE MINION HOE O.O
So I have this friend who is gay
He sits down and tells me this, then anxiously turns away
As if expecting some sort of reaction, like I'd be delighted or ashamed
And all I can do is hug him, and tell him that it's OK
OK, of course it's OK, man of all the words to say
Yet OK on this day is the only phrase that I manage to weakly portray
How brave, he is braver than most in the world today
Than you, or I, or anyone that thinks to be gay is just 'OK'
Yet I can see why he might be scared
'Cause there's always one, one in a group of three
That says it's Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve
Man, those people infuriate me
When we live in a world where sometimes it's illegal
For a man to hold hands with a man; love is banned
Politicians debating what's natural, what's not
While those third world kids, what have they got?
Not enough to survive an impoverished life, and that's natural?
With open armed churches preaching 'love thy neighbour'
But not like that, take a step back. That's the world he's looking at.
And what about me? Straight guy here
Yet I've been called camp, , girly,
I've been called them all, 'cause my hair's quite fancy and I sing high notes
Which makes me a stereotype and a to insults
But I'm not insulted.
And when people ask if I'm straight or gay, I change my answer every day
Now gay marriage is becoming legal, some have opened their eyes
FInally accepting that gay rights are human rights
And now my friend can be himself, no threat of mental bruises
My friend is free to love whoever the hell he chooses
It's not gay marriage, it's just marriage
No horse drawn carriage, just two people in eternal bliss
And if you say that it's not what God wants
Then your God doesn't know what love is.
Quote I Was Doing
DoorManThing: Hey Little Lady, Why You Bought A Suitcase?
You: Well...You See My Man...This Is Not A Suitcase ...ITS A LOLLY *licks Suitcase*
DoorMan:Well..I'm Going To Have To TakeI It Away
You: BUT MY BABYS IN THERE!! KIDNAP
DoorMan:*Taken Away*
You && Me : YAYAYAY WE WIN!!
DoorManThing: Hey Little Lady, Why You Bought A Suitcase?
You: Well...You See My Man...This Is Not A Suitcase ...ITS A LOLLY *licks Suitcase*
DoorMan:Well..I'm Going To Have To TakeI It Away
You: BUT MY BABYS IN THERE!! KIDNAP
DoorMan:*Taken Away*
You && Me : YAYAYAY WE WIN!!
DoorManThing: Hey Little Lady, Why You Bought A Suitcase?
You: Well...You See My Man...This Is Not A Suitcase ...ITS A LOLLY *licks Suitcase*
DoorMan:Well..I'm Going To Have To TakeI It Away
You: BUT MY BABYS IN THERE!! KIDNAP
DoorMan:*Taken Away*
You && Me : YAYAYAY WE WIN!!
Don't Know Where It Is? Stalk Him.
Get Paint.
Ehh..Prefably Spray Paint
Paint His House Black.
In The Middle Of Every Wall Draw A Heart In Red Paint
With An Arrow Going Through
Above Put "I"
Under The Heat Put His Name ....
Just Don't Get Cause By The Police
I must be stupid I must be bad, What else could have made My daddy
so mad? I wish I were better, I wish I weren’t ugly, Then
maybe my mommy Would still want to hug me.I can’t do a wrong
I can’t speak at all, Or else I’m locked up, All day
long. When I’m awake I’m all alone The house is dark My
folks aren’t home, When my mommy does come home I’ll
try and be nice, So maybe I’ll just get one whipping
tonight.
I just heard a car, My daddy is back From Charlies bar, I hear him curse, My name is called I press myself against the wall I try to hide from his evil eyes I’m so afraid now, I’m starting to cry. He finds me weeping Calls me ugly words, He says its my fault He suffers at work He slaps and hits me And yells at me more, I finally get free And run to the door, He’s already locked it And I start to bawl, He takes me and throws me Against the hard wall I fall to the floor With my bones nearly broken, And my daddy continues With more bad words spoken, ‘I’m sorry!’, I scream But its now much to late His face has been twisted Into a unimaginable shape The hurt and the pain Again and again O please God, have mercy! O please let it end! And he finally stops And heads for the door While I lay there motionless Sprawled on the floor My name is Chris I am three, Tonight my daddy Murdered me.