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So I ran around in the dark (a mistake)
With blind eyes, and a blind mind (a choice)
I've ran out of words (a crime)
Let me end this now (so I can die)
I've broken down (ran out of time)
Ruined everything again (my life)
Why can't I go? Why can't I go?
CHORUS: Blistering fire tears my insides
To a crisp, I find myself go blind
Help me now, I need your kiss so bad
Look, now I've succumbed to be sad
Tear drops burn my wounds
I always figured I'd end up last, I'd lose
And this time I'll be smart
Won't be misled, won't be brought down
Walk my way over the snow covered hills
Find a life that suites me well
So long, we'll meet again sometime before hell
CHORUS x 2
REPEAT 1 with parentheses first
CHORUS x 1

, genre: illustration, style: Lyrical Abstraction, tags: Text, completition: 1964.
https://uploads7.wikiart.org/images/olga-albizu/album-cover-for-stan-getz-jo-o-gilberto-getz-gilberto-2-1964.jpgHow the Visual Effects of ‘Death Becomes Her’ Changed Movies
The loony 1992 comedy’s visual effects broke new ground (along with Meryl Streep’s neck).
https://t.co/M0SuL3d6NVShow me where everything is hidden
When there's no place left to hide
Do you feel like life's a one way trip
And your only there for the ride
When will the pain all go away
When can I let free again
When will the pain all go away
When can I truly love again
What is it that you are trying to show me
Am I missing all the clues
An angel who wants to be happy and free
But right now is just feeling the blues
Can’t I just be happy again
No more worries anymore
Can’t I just love again
Instead of always shutting the door
Let the angel spread her wings
And soar through life free
Without letting her worry
About where the end may be
This angel is going to love again
Something she thought she’d never do
There is nothing that this angel won’t do
Just to always be in love with you
Danyon L. Youngs
2-11-02
Auli’i Cravalho on ‘Moana 2’ and Making Her Broadway Debut
“Moana” made her a breakout star.
https://t.co/ApiolStYz5Best TV Shows of 2024
“English Teacher,” “My Brilliant Friend,” “Shogun,” “Babylon Berlin” and “Somebody Somewhere” were among the series that stood out in a year when television felt more mid than ever.
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Book your tour now: https://t.co/Jn9mhWF2OV https://t.co/SYASCPhvYO
An exploration of the historical and contemporary dynamics of the Russian Orthodox Church and its evolving relationship with the Russian state https://t.co/hvmCckKoVs
Experts Foresee a Prosperous Art Basel Miami Beach | Artnet News
Experts foresee a prosperous Art Basel Miami Beach 2024.
https://t.co/Zoid1HDQnjShe talks red lipstick, high heels – and the importance of leaving room for surprises: https://t.co/XPlW52FseI https://t.co/CHUHvQypGd
To keep your cultural calendar busy for the remainder of the year, here's your final Art Journal of 2024 filled with the top exhibitions across the UK this December 👇 https://t.co/UaG581cSeM
LAF RECOMMENDS | TOP 10 ART EXHIBITIONS IN DECEMBER 2024 - London Art Fair
The countdown to London Art Fair is officially on with just a matter of weeks to go until we launch the international art calendar for 2025 from 21 – 26 January.
https://t.co/UaG581cSeMSo I ran around in the dark (a mistake)
With blind eyes, and a blind mind (a choice)
I've ran out of words (a crime)
Let me end this now (so I can die)
I've broken down (ran out of time)
Ruined everything again (my life)
Why can't I go? Why can't I go?
CHORUS: Blistering fire tears my insides
To a crisp, I find myself go blind
Help me now, I need your kiss so bad
Look, now I've succumbed to be sad
Tear drops burn my wounds
I always figured I'd end up last, I'd lose
And this time I'll be smart
Won't be misled, won't be brought down
Walk my way over the snow covered hills
Find a life that suites me well
So long, we'll meet again sometime before hell
CHORUS x 2
REPEAT 1 with parentheses first
CHORUS x 1
The two types of privilege are: individual and institutional.
Institutional privilege refers to all the advantages of Whiteness that are inherited through baked-in foundational forces and their impact on political, economic, legal, and social structures, policies, and practices.
Individual privilege is what individuals obtain for themselves, often called "achieved" status.
Institutional privilege is tied to individual privilege because a lack of the former constrains or restricts the latter.
The only group of people who have full privilege is the group of high-class Whites.
verse 1
I’ve put my life on the line
In the search to find true happiness
On a dream is where I’d dwell
I had my life on the line
It was all on hold and colourless
The darker spirits had cast a spell
I’ve placed a trust in myself
My life will not be lead in loneliness
The streaming tears must float away
I had a trust in myself
Life can’t remain so passionless
Until that time I am a stray
chorus
One can’t just force the emotion
Force it to a place,
Where it can’t blossom proud and true
It lays low then attacks
Attacks when it finds someone
Connecting strong with you
I put my heart and soul
To find the one who’d show me heaven
There were few who took me high
Heaven never heard my cry
My efforts were for nothing I could tell
And whenever fortune approached
I’d be brought down to serve in hell
Verse 2
I felt so blind to the truth
Naïve and young I wanted it
Because my life was bland and blue
I was so blind to the truth
Seeking all who I connected with
It wasn’t real love I knew
I’ve got a fire in my heart
Warm and raging, still alive
I’m alone, but I’m complete
I had a fire in my heart
It swung around, then learned to live
It’s independent to the heat
chorus
Bridge
The error of my ways was to
Seek compassion from another
My flaw in the day was to
Reciprocate from my lover
Yet all I ever needed was to love myself
With all my heart, from within my soul
Life’s just a series of moments
Mortal, null, and full of stress
A break to being must unfold
Life is a series of moments
Learn not to waste and self confess
So seize yours, don’t be told
Final Chorus
I have my heart and soul
I am the one who’ll show me heaven
With the one’s who took me high
Heaven never heard my cry
My efforts had been for nothing, I could tell
Now whenever fortune approached
I’m not brought down to serve in hell
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Hey diddle diddle,
the Cats on the fiddle,
that Cow must be wired to the moon.
The little Dog barfed,
as we all had fun
and the Dish got clubbed with a Spoon...
ali-p 2003
This year, 8️⃣ galleries will host joint presentations. Four of them discuss the benefits of these temporary alliances. Learn more: https://t.co/vdGSpf9xDq https://t.co/EhCso2aNpu

, genre: abstract, style: Abstract Art, tags: Line.
https://uploads5.wikiart.org/images/hans-richter/gesture-series-no-209.jpgI could stand here and challenge fate
With no one else but you
Is it all worth the wait
Or will you just hurt me too
I’ve learned to stand behind
Everything you’ve said
Just when everyone said
I should listen to them instead
You have put me on a pedestal
I’ll always call you king
You tell me I’m your angel
Let me fix your broken wing
I need to be complete
I need to take my chance
If our souls are meant to meet
Lets give them the chance to dance
Danyon L. Youngs
2-11-02
Back in 1728, Caleb Phillips advertised his teachings on a new shorthand method in the Boston Gazette. The lessons would be delivered by mail every week.
In the 1840s, Sir Isaac Pitman also offered shorthand by mail. However, his students would send him a postcard with their efforts, and he would correct and send it back to them. Thus, the Phonographic Correspondence Society was born to formalise the courses. In turn, it led to colleges, and by 1873, the first correspondence school was opened.