I think, most of the time, that my writing with amount to nothing more than some words on a page that mean a hellva lot to me but not to others, when in fact I am so desperately attempting to reach the outside world and just, maybe for a second, get them to think differently. Just for a second to not exist in their world, but in an entirely different place and time with people that can be just as real as their best friend. It’s not that I’ve afraid that my writing with perish with me, I’m just afraid for the people whose stories will never be heard.
Did you know Drop It Like It’s Hot comes from the fairytale: Snow White. The wicked queen for forced, at Snow White and the Princes wedding, to wear iron shoes that had been heated in coals and dance until she dropped down dead.
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Anonymous: Once upon a time there was an adventurous melon, it travelled and travelled and travelled until it reached a cave. When I saw travelled I mean rolled, ifyaknowwhatImean. Anyway, ROLLED into this cave and there, sitting in front of it, was a lemming who had lost its herd. This makes me cry. Have a pleasant evening.
Dude, how high were you when you wrote this.
