This Summers Gonna Hurt Like A Mother F*cker

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I. Beneath the vine-clad eaves,
Whose shadows fall before
Thy lowly cottage door–
Under the lilac’s tremulous leaves–
Within thy snowy clasped hand
The purple flowers it bore.
Last eve in dreams, I saw thee stand,
Like queenly nymph from Fairy-land–
Enchantress of the flowery wand,
Most beauteous Isadore!

II. And when I bade the dream
Upon thy spirit flee,
Thy violet eyes to me
Upturned, did overflowing seem
With the deep, untold delight
Of Love’s serenity;
Thy classic brow, like lilies white
And pale as the Imperial Night
Upon her throne, with stars bedight,
Enthralled my soul to thee!

III. Ah! ever I behold
Thy dreamy, passionate eyes,
Blue as the languid skies
Hung with the sunset’s fringe of gold;
Now strangely clear thine image grows,
And olden memories
Are startled from their long repose
Like shadows on the silent snows
When suddenly the night-wind blows
Where quiet moonlight lies.

IV. Like music heard in dreams,
Like strains of harps unknown,
Of birds for ever flown,–
Audible as the voice of streams
That murmur in some leafy dell,
I hear thy gentlest tone,
And Silence cometh with her spell
Like that which on my tongue doth dwell,
When tremulous in dreams I tell
My love to thee alone!

V. In every valley heard,
Floating from tree to tree,
Less beautiful to me,
The music of the radiant bird,
Than artless accents such as thine
Whose echoes never flee!
Ah! how for thy sweet voice I pine:–
For uttered in thy tones benign
(Enchantress!) this rude name of mine
Doth seem a melody!

To Isadore – Edgar Allan Poe

Nothing Without Love

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Shoes – .twenty13. KC Sneakers w/HUD

Invictus: The Unconquerable

by William Ernest Henley
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud,
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

The Matrimony

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Board Shorts – Just Because Board Shorts – Black/Red

 

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A Dream

By Edgar Allan Poe 1809–1849 Edgar Allan Poe

In visions of the dark night
       I have dreamed of joy departed—
But a waking dream of life and light
       Hath left me broken-hearted.
Ah! what is not a dream by day
       To him whose eyes are cast
On things around him with a ray
       Turned back upon the past?
That holy dream—that holy dream,
       While all the world were chiding,
Hath cheered me as a lovely beam
       A lonely spirit guiding.
What though that light, thro’ storm and night,
       So trembled from afar—
What could there be more purely bright
   In Truth’s day-star?

Hold Back The River

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What I’m Wearing

Hair – Speakeasy – Damian

Jeans – [Excellence] – Jeans – WMA – Black

Tattoo – Bolson – Mr. Watson

Shoes – FLite. True OG – Joker

Eyes – .twenty13. -Dublin Mesh Eyes Bleeding Irish *rare* (Luck of the Irish Gacha)

Mask – .twenty13. – cypher mask – shamrock black (Luck of the Irish Gacha)

Alone

From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.

Chains

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Tattoo – Bolson – Osiris -TMD

Necklace – RealEvil – Rebel Cross Necklace

Bracelet – [Mandala] Billionaire Pride

Pants – .twenty13. Rhys Sweats w/HUD

Shoes – .FLite. – retirement 5s blackout

To One In Paradise

By Edgar Allan Poe 1809–1849 Edgar Allan Poe

Thou wast that all to me, love,
   For which my soul did pine—
A green isle in the sea, love,
   A fountain and a shrine,
All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers,
   And all the flowers were mine.
Ah, dream too bright to last!
   Ah, starry Hope! that didst arise
But to be overcast!
   A voice from out the Future cries,
“On! on!”—but o’er the Past
   (Dim gulf!) my spirit hovering lies
Mute, motionless, aghast!
For, alas! alas! with me
   The light of Life is o’er!
No more—no more—no more—
   (Such language holds the solemn sea
To the sands upon the shore)
   Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree,
Or the stricken eagle soar!
And all my days are trances,
   And all my nightly dreams
Are where thy grey eye glances,
   And where thy footstep gleams—
In what ethereal dances,
   By what eternal streams.

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Sweet Thing/This Woman’s Work

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What I’m Wearing

Hat – .FlitexReckless– Fitted Sideways Hat – Blackout

Shorts – .twenty13. MMXIV Sweats – Black II

Shoes – S.A.D. – Men’s Mesh Super Sneakers

Tattoo – .Reckless. Dapper Dan

Monica:
I’ll play you.

Quincy:
For what?

Monica:
Your heart. – Love and Basketball

There is something in the unselfish and self-sacrificing love of a brute, which goes directly to the heart of him who has had frequent occasion to test the paltry friendship and gossamer fidelity of mere Man.
Poe, Edgar Allan. The Black Cat. 1843.

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Hallelujah

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What I’m Wearing

Hair – [Bade] –  Luca – Browns

Hoodie – .twenty13. – King Q Hoodie

Jeans – [KD] – Tyler Mesh Saggy Jeans W/HUD ( Dark Blue)

Shoes – FLite. – Masters – Snow

Ok, I want to start out by saying to Marz and Brae, I love love LOVE the hoodie you made for me. King Q Hoodie is awesome and everyone should have one. So many options on the hud and it’s awesome quality as always. Ok….onto my story. Sorry if this is too personal for anyone, but I always feel better after I write things down.

Saturday afternoon my life changed completely and it happened in an instant. I think we all take things for granted a little bit too much, and it makes me sad to think an incident like what happened to me and my family Saturday to really realize what we have and what we should be cherishing.

I was with my girl and our children at the waterpark on Saturday and my stepson wanted to go deeper in the wave pool. He didn’t want to wear his life jacket so I told him if he would put on his life jacket, I would take him a little deeper. He put on his life jacket and we moved a little bit further into the wave pool.

I noticed him drifting just a little bit and knowing he’s not a great swimmer yet, I moved forward and grabbed him. When I had him in my hand, I turned around to push him back to the part of the pool that’s more shallow. I shouldn’t have turned my back because the waves then came over top of my head and pulled me under.

When it pulled me under I had a really difficult time bringing myself back up, and once I did another wave came and pulled me back. I was grabbing at the rope above me trying to bring myself back up to get some air, the third time I came up I didn’t have a chance to get a breath and ended up inhaling water instead. I don’t know if anyone has ever experienced that before but its probably the scariest feeling I’ve ever had.

I was trying to save myself, but somewhere in my mind I kept thinking it’s gonna be ok, there are life guards everywhere and someone will save me. Unfortunately, I looked up and saw the life guard, just staring at me like he didn’t know what to do. As soon as I saw him, I heard the most heartbreaking sound ever. I heard my 13 year old daughter screaming for me over and over in the most desperate scream I’ve ever heard from her, the fear in her voice, killed me, in between that I could hear my girl screaming for help. That’s the moment it hit me, if I didn’t save myself, I was going to die. I’ve never had that moment of mortality hit me before then, that moment when you know, this might be it.

I won’t kiss Tif again, I won’t hug my little girl again. I won’t be there when she needs me. I won’t be there when her and my step kids have pivotal moments in their lives. I won’t be there to brush a tear off their cheeks when someone hurts them. I won’t be there to hold Tif’s hand when she needs me.

That moment woke up a strength in me that I didn’t know I had. I kicked and I grabbed at the rope and I pulled myself up the side of the pool with every ounce of strength I had. I don’t know how I did it, but somehow I got out. I coughed up a lot of water and sat down and looked at tif and our kids and I just lost it.

At the end of the day, I got a broken foot and some bumps and bruises, but I’m still breathing. And that’s what matters. So please, take a moment to remember those who love you and those who need you. Let them know how you feel. Don’t let petty bullshit ruin things that should be cherished. Until my next blog, peace, love and always buy .twenty13. !!!

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Riptide

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Hat – .twenty13. -Riot Cap W/HUD

Shirt – .twenty13. Jack Or Jill Men’s Shirt

Jeans – .twenty13. Renegade Jeans w/HUD

Necklace- .Reckless. – Grenade Necklace

Tattoo – . Reckless. – DapperDan

Boots – Deadwool– Trauermausch Boots

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“Riptide”

I was scared of dentists and the dark
I was scared of pretty girls and starting conversations
Oh, all my friends are turning green
You’re the magician’s assistant in their dreamOh, and they come unstuck

Lady, running down to the riptide
Taken away to the dark side
I wanna be your left hand man
I love you when you’re singing that song
And I got a lump in my throat
‘Cause you’re gonna sing the words wrong

There’s this movie that I think you’ll like
This guy decides to quit his job and heads to New York City
This cowboy’s running from himself
And she’s been living on the highest shelf

Oh, and they come unstuck

Lady, running down to the riptide
Taken away to the dark side
I wanna be your left hand man
I love you when you’re singing that song
And I got a lump in my throat
‘Cause you’re gonna sing the words wrong

I just wanna, I just wanna know
If you’re gonna, if you’re gonna stay
I just gotta, I just gotta know
I can’t have it, I can’t have it any other way
I swear she’s destined for the screen
Closest thing to Michelle Pfeiffer that you’ve ever seen, oh

Lady, running down to the riptide
Taken away to the dark side
I wanna be your left hand man
I love you when you’re singing that song
And I got a lump in my throat
‘Cause you’re gonna sing the words wrong

Oh lady, running down to the riptide
Taken away to the dark side
I wanna be your left hand man
I love you when you’re singing that song
And I got a lump in my throat
‘Cause you’re gonna sing the words wrong

Oh lady, running down to the riptide
Taken away to the dark side
I wanna be your left hand man
I love you when you’re singing that song
And I got a lump in my throat
‘Cause you’re gonna sing the words wrong
And I got a lump in my throat
‘Cause you’re gonna sing the words wrong

Make It Rain

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Hat – Apple May Designs – Riot

Bracelet – Mandala – Billionaire

Pants – .twenty13. – MMXIV Sweats – Orange II

Tattoo – Bolson – Mr. Kenway

Body – TMP – Male Mesh Body Deluxe

To One In Paradise – Edgar Allan Poe

Thou wast that all to me, love,

For which my soul did pine—

A green isle in the sea, love,

A fountain and a shrine,

All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers,

And all the flowers were mine.
Ah, dream too bright to last!

Ah, starry Hope! that didst arise

But to be overcast!

A voice from out the Future cries,

“On! on!”—but o’er the Past

(Dim gulf!) my spirit hovering lies

Mute, motionless, aghast!
For, alas! alas! with me

The light of Life is o’er!

No more—no more—no more—

(Such language holds the solemn sea

To the sands upon the shore)

Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree,

Or the stricken eagle soar!
And all my days are trances,

And all my nightly dreams

Are where thy grey eye glances,

And where thy footstep gleams—

In what ethereal dances,

By what eternal streams

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Detroit Vs. Everybody

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Hat – RO – Gunslinger – Stallion

Guitar Case – .twenty13. Mesh Guitar Case w/HUD

Jeans – .twenty13. Renegade Jeans – Pattern Black

Gloves – FLite. A-Solo Snow Gloves – Artic Mixed

Shoes – FLite. True OG – Black Cement

Detroit, Tomorrow by Phillip Levine

Newspaper says the boy killed by someone,
don’t say who. I know the mother, waking,
gets up as usual, washes her face
in cold water, and starts the coffee pot.
She stands by the window up there on floor
sixteen wondering why the street’s so calm
with no cars going or coming, and then
she looks at the wall clock and sees the time.
Now she’s too awake to go back to bed,
she’s too awake not to remember him,
her one son, or to forget exactly
how long yesterday was, each moment dragged
into the next by the force of her will
until she thought this simply cannot be.
She sits at the scarred, white kitchen table,
the two black windows staring back at her,
wondering how she’ll go back to work today.
The windows don’t see anything: they’re black,
eyeless, they give back only what’s given;
sometimes, like now, even less than what’s given,
yet she stares into their two black faces
moving her head from side to side, like this,
just like I’m doing now. Try it awhile,
go ahead, it’s not going to kill you.
Now say something, it doesn’t matter what
you say because all the words are useless:
“I’m sorry for your loss.” “This too will pass.”
“He was who he was.” She won’t hear you out
because she can only hear the torn words
she uses to pray to die.
This afternoon
you and I will see her just before four
alight nimbly from the bus, her lunch box
of one sandwich, a thermos of coffee,
a navel orange secured under her arm,
and we’ll look away.
Under your breath make
her one promise and keep it forever:
in the little store-front church down the block,
the one with the front windows newspapered,
you won’t come on Saturday or Sunday
to kneel down and pray for life eternal.