The things a turtlell put in a pop stars mouth, vol. ROCK

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The other day they waited, the sky was dark and faded,

Solemnly they stated, "He has to die, you know he has to die."
All the children learnin', from books that they were burnin',

Every leaf was turnin', to watch him die, you know he had to die.

The summer sun looked down on him,

His mother could but frown on him,

And all the other sound on him,

He had to die, you know he had to die.

Grandy's husband Alan worked at the O'Keefe Centre; if his record collection hadn't been donated during the naive early days of the ascent of digital forms of music distribution that roughly coincides with the period surrounding the respective births of the greatest pop star of all time and the greatest mystic of all time when vinyl looked to be on its way to becoming a relic of the past, I would be able to confirm if he had been in attendance at any of these shows. I'm not sure if it was a perk of the job or an expectation required for his particular duties, but I've been told he owned a copy of every record associated with performances that occurred during his tenure. He passed away when I was only six years old, but his stern attitude towards me and disapproval of what he perceived as sensitivity or perhaps femininity made my mother uncomfortable and she tended to try to avoid allowing him to exert much influence on me. I don't remember him at all, though I do remember I was on a camping trip with my father when Grandy became a widow, from which we returned earlier than we had planned as soon as my father was apprised of the news.

Spanish lady come to me, she lays on me this rose.
It rainbow spirals round and round,
It trembles and explodes
It left a smoking crater of my mind,
I like to blow away.
But the heat came round and busted me
For smilin' on a cloudy day

Comin', comin', comin' around, comin' around, comin' around in a circle
Comin', comin', comin' around, comin' around, in a circle,
Comin', comin', comin' around, comin' around, in a circle.

Escapin' through the lily fields
I came across an empty space
It trembled and exploded
Left a bus stop in its place
The bus came by and I got on
That's when it all began
There was cowboy Neal
At the wheel
Of a bus to never-ever land

And when the day had ended, with rainbow colors blended,
Their minds remained unbended,
He had to die, oh, you know he had to die.

Taylor Alison Swift, I, Zachary Michael Clark, want off the roller coaster to which I have been condemned by your inability to address me plainly. I feel as though I've been tricked into sticking a fork into an outlet this past week, and the shock of seeing Joseph Matthew Alwyn once again flouted as your lover in public, with a celebratory kiss, no less, is not one that I am eager to repeat. To be frank, I am scared to open my heart to you again and do not feel safe coming out of my shell. Will I see that worthless piece of garbage hanging off your arm again in a month or so if you win at the Nickelodeon Kids' Choice Awards? Are there other awards coming up of which I am not aware because my engagement with contemporary popular culture only really began when I noticed how legit what you do is and subsequently branched out from there?

It feels like you don't care
Oh, why don't you recognize I'm so rare?
Always there
You don't do the same for me
That's not fair

Please stop wasting your time researching where to send Carmen; the teachers in Ontario have gone on strike and she's needed on the picket line on Woodfield Rd. if the downright evil and nepotistic machinations of the Ford government are to be stopped before they ruin education in my beautiful home. For my part, nothing can keep me from carrying on my work enacting the benevolent will of the turtle under HGTV, even if the straightest path appears crooked as I do so. The pipeline protesters blockading the train tracks leading into Unknown, Canada all have the same thing scrawled on their signs: "Lovers bound in fellowship first weep and lament, but afterward they laugh. After great struggles they succeed in meeting." I suggest you put the time you'll save leaving Carmen to her own fight fir justice into learning how to perform a divination yourself. Include it in the Minister's injunction and don't forget to make a disparaging joke about the House of Windsor so I know where your allegiance really lies. I love you with all of my heart; it pains me immensely to have to lock it away where you cannot threaten it with your inability to sort out your priorities, but it is the only way for me to protect it so I can go on loving you. You don't need to apologize and I don't want to read anything with a hint of self-victimization. I want to stop the suffering that is within our power to stop, and it starts with a bit of play to break the mould keeping a drug-addled turtle near the bottom rung of society from the bright shining star in the sky by which he's kept his bearing on True North, strong and free.

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