The Truth Behind the Rugrats
The Rugrats really were a figment of Angelica’s Imagination.Chucky died a long time ago along with this mother, that’s why Chaz is a nervous wreck all the time.
Tommy was a stillborn, that’s why Stu is constantly in the basement making…
Love…
Love, that one word due to differences, possesses no established universal meaning.
Love, the opening between one or more individuals.
Love, the paleness in the sky and the silver in the moon in the visible spectrum.
Love, the serene sibling of hate.
Love, the root of asinine actions.
Love, the basic stage of heartbreak.
Love, the latter stage of heartbreak.
Love, the genesis and finale of the cycle.
Love, the reason why we breathe. Love, the reason why we relinquish life.
Love, the indispensable silver key to the lock of inner peace.
Love, the advocacy to this brusque piece.
Love…
Tell me if I missed something while I was away in the clouds,
hovering….hovering and lacing.
Tell me if I missed something while I was leaning in Houston, Texas.
Maybe it’s because I was leaping, I promised myself I would not booty a leap of reliance.
Is acceptance regarded as the new cool?
So many people assay to be accepted and not the exception.
I met an African American kid while I was away,
we had a diminutive conversation, clouded by serenity….. it was really cloudy literally.
He told me he mislay-ed 100 percent of his engrossment in basketball when he met a couple of ”popular” kids.
He capitulated to acceptance…
Greatness does not be the crowd, it leads the crowd I told him.
Presently, I see him everyday on different sets of big black boxes…….with an abhorrent hairline I must point out.
