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yup, i see him in school and i don’t like the way he looks at me. not that he’s staring, but when our eyes intersect…whoa…what ya lukin’ at joe?!

alpha male.

my first dream was when the women were to attend a seminar. note, its some kind of seminar though. it’s actually a breeding seminar. and we, women, were supposed to have a man pregnate us(pardon the term) and that man must be dead afterwards. yes it works like honeybees, where the drones die after. maybe this was because of watching Nicolas Cage’s “Wicker Man.” I really don’t know. but look at how my subconscious translated that into a dream. then i knew i loved him-my alpha male- and so he does not have to die. before a canoe(maybe a boat or vinta is much better than this word it reminds me of conrad stories) ferry them men to boundless sea, i threw him an apple(wow a biblical allusion-even my dreams are creative) to sustain him for days. i secretly told him that there really was an island where he could stay if he rowed hard. i told him that the tip part of the gulf can be reached. by that he promised that he would come back and my dream ended.yup it actually did and i was disturbed why he was there….

of all males-men rather…

then he came back in another dream. this time too wild to imagine. i had a friend with me and there were many of us. we were supposed to pose a kamasutra position(for crying out loud!!!are these my suppressed thoughts) i just made it a point to blame it to my asian lit class, where i was formerly bothered where in indian literature, kamasutra is in.uh-oh. then as my friend(keep her unnamed for pete’s sake don’t involve her in this blasphemious act) haha-posed with him-yeah, he was the only male there except for the gay photographer-a flashback(see even writing techniques enter my mind while sleeping, this is the advantage of learning creative writing) flashes(pardon the verb, it’s so WHATEVER) and i saw myself already posing with him and he smiling at it…yeah right. but i even questioned why we had clothes on while posing. it wasn’t really kamasutra, it was just posing sexy. i’m not sexy so why did i pose. i wasn’t in control. it was my subconscious…nice blaming.

so that’s when it ends. lately im seeing him around. i wish he won’t bother with me wondering why on earth he exists. he’s not bad to look at, in fact he’s good looking, but not yet for me. let’s keep him a secret, shall we or i’ll never attend school again.

petty mind.

alpha male?nope none for me.

Without the supernatural or extraordinary stuff they won’t click as they are,don’t you think so?

Ahuh Ahuh (Yea Rihanna)

Ahuh Ahuh (Good girl gone bad)

Ahuh Ahuh (Take three… Action)

Ahuh Ahuh

No clouds in my storms

Let it rain, I hydroplane in the bank

Coming down with the Dow Jones

When the clouds come we gone, we Rocafella

We fly higher than weather

And G5’s are better, You know me,

an anticipation, for precipitation. Stacked chips for the rainy day

Jay, Rain Man is back with little Ms. Sunshine

Rihanna where you at?

[Rihanna]

You have my heart

And we’ll never be worlds apart

May be in magazines

But you’ll still be my star

Baby cause in the dark

You can’t see shiny cars

And that’s when you need me there

With you I’ll always share

Because

[Chorus]

When the sun shines, we’ll shine together

Told you I’ll be here forever

Said I’ll always be your friend

Took an oath I’ma stick it out till the end

Now it’s raining more than ever

But we’ll still have each other

You can stand under my umbrella

You can stand under my umbrella

(Ella ella ella eh eh eh)

Under my umbrella

(Ella ella ella eh eh eh)

Under my umbrella

(Ella ella ella eh eh eh)

Under my umbrella

(Ella ella eh eh eh eh)

These fancy things, will never come in between

You’re part of my entity, here for Infinity

When the war has took it’s part

When the world has dealt it’s cards

If the hand is hard, together we’ll mend your heart

Because

[Chorus]

When the sun shines, we’ll shine together

Told you I’ll be here forever

Said I’ll always be a friend

Took an oath I’ma stick it out till the end

Now that it’s raining more than ever

Know that we’ll still have each other

You can stand under my umbrella

You can stand under my umbrella

(Ella ella eh eh eh eh)

Under my umbrella

(Ella ella eh eh eh)

Under my umbrella

(Ella ella eh eh eh)

Under my umbrella

(Ella ella eh eh eh eh eh eh)

You can run into my arms

It’s okay don’t be alarmed

Come into me

There’s no distance in between our love

So go on and let the rain pour

I’ll be all you need and more

Because

[Chorus]

When the sun shines, we’ll shine together

Told you I’ll be here forever

Said I’ll always be a friend

Took an oath I’ma stick it out till the end

Now that it’s raining more than ever

Know that we’ll still have each other

You can stand under my umbrella

You can stand under my umbrella

(Ella ella eh eh eh)

Under my umbrella

(Ella ella eh eh eh)

Under my umbrella

(Ella ella eh eh eh)

Under my umbrella

(Ella ella eh eh eh eh eh eh)

It’s raining

Ooh baby it’s raining

Baby come into me

Come into me

It’s raining

Oh baby it’s raining

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On headstones are names,

To call no notice

not year, not month, not date

Nor that which drew-

A candle lit upon their beds.

Its who they were and what they are,

That made the others cry.

Into some age unseen,

Who knew it was not Time,

That plucked the man to die.

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