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Dont You Know Pump It Up
In linguistics, a discourse particle is a lexeme or particle which has no direct semantic meaning in the context of a sentence, having rather a pragmatic function: it serves to indicate the speaker's attitude, or to structure their relationship to other participants in a conversation.
Expression used to imply meaning, rather than say it, such as when a person is embarrassed to say a word; Expression signifying a pause or hesitation
"Pump It" is a song by the Black Eyed Peas that heavily incorporates music from the Dick Dale version of the song "Misirlou" (known by many for being featured in the Quentin Tarantino movie Pulp Fiction).
"Don't!" is a song by Canadian singer Shania Twain. It was the second single released from her 2004 Greatest Hits album (not to be confused with the Billy Currington song of the same title). The song was written by Twain and then-husband Mutt Lange. "Don't!
DONT is a conventional overcall against an opposing 1NT opening bid. DONT, an acronym for Disturb Opponents' NoTrump, was designed by Marty A. Bergen, and is therefore also referred to as 'Bergen over Notrump'.
[from Latin dens, dentis tooth; tooth-like thing] Teeth (brachydont).
disease
There is a very contagious disease. It spreads like wild fire jumping from one person to the next, licking up our fragile emotions like sweet cream to a contented cat.
It gathers steam as it prays on one being after the next, shape shifting, morphing. Seizing its claws right down to our very souls.
Causing us to judge others with a look of discontent. People lock their doors to it but its already in their houses by then. They build a fence around their house to protect themselves from it, they don’t travel to another country to stay away from it, but meanwhile its doubling within them with each effort. It has taken over their lives as they know it.
Once we have it, we let it make all of our decisions in life. It makes the world that we live in Hell on earth. . It can alienate us from the joy that is our birthright.
Harbingers of the disease get together in groups and forums and let it fester into hate and anger. Their clics judge others without the disease or worse think of way to spread it via the media and terrorists who become one and same. Messengers. Carriers. Pumping it into our water, the airstreams, our food, everywhere you turn its there showing its four lettered face.
Some people have it and don’t know it. They complain a lot but haven’t been diagnosed. Moan and groan about how bad things happen to them, a black cloud floats over their head. Lightning perched to strike. They are the ones that build up possessions to barricade themselves so they don’t have to see the sickness, repressing it down with material goods, comparing themselves to their neighbors, secretly wishing them evil. Or stalking others to slough off some of the always aching demands of the illness off, but of course, it only doubles especially if the victim is immune.
To Fear.
F-E-A-R is the source of all of the negative agreements we've made with life. It is the disease.
The antidote: also a four letter word to cancel it out perfectly: L-O-V-E
When we are able to look at our lives without fear or judgments, we realize that reality can be whatever we want it to be. Shedding fear and becoming spiritually and emotionally alive via powerful love to all people, animals, plants, the world is the answer. Open your heart fully it releases our limitations; think with your heart not your head, always tell the truth to yourself first and to others; don’t take other people’s words personally when they say mean, harsh, judgmental things—it is the disease talking. Find that will and commitment deep inside of you to move beyond fear.
Desperately Wanting.....
"Desperately Wanting"
Past the road to your house
That you never called home
Where they turned out your lights
Though they say you'll never know
I remember running through the wet grass
And failing a step behind
Both of us never tiring
Desperately wanting
When they pumped out your guts
And filled you full of those pills
You were never quite right
Deserving all the chills
They say the worst is over
Kicked it over and ran
Then they ask what went wrong
When they turn you on again
They turn you on again.
[Chorus:]
Kick them right in the face
Make them wish they weren't born
And if they bring up your name
Well they'll say you won the war.
Baby burst in the world
Never given a chance
Then they ask what went wrong
When you never had it right
Oh the letters have dropped off
Though they say you got them all
I finally figured out some things you'll never know.
Take back your life and let me inside
We'll find the door if you care to anymore.
I remember running through the wet grass
and falling a step behind
Both of us never tiring
Desperately Wanting.
~BETTER THAN EZRA
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i didnt want to go this way......
i have been asked
Have you gone past your dads house, since?
i say no i cant.
i dont even turn down the long street
that used to take me there in 7 minutes.
i havent gone around the circle there
since the day we signed it over to a new young family.
saturday, i had to pass this way.
in a series of events. i didnt want to. i still wish i hadnt.