It’s the blessing and the curse.
Creative people see opportunities and ideas everywhere. I was listening to Lil Wayne’s song w/ Eminem, "Drop the World" while I was driving back from my morning run. And out of nowhere, this warrior style Anime chick popped out of my head. I don’t know where she was going, but she had a black cape with a laced veil and was walking in slow motion blowing up the streets around her while it was raining softly. A blade came at her face, maybe it was ninja star, and it sliced one of her high cheek bones wide open. The blood splattered everywhere but she just kept walking. She wiped her cheek, took out a toothpick or was it a match and placed it in the corner of her mouth. Her cape flew open and revealed dynamite sticks. She lit one, and threw it grenade style towards the direction of where the blade had come. Then gracefully, she strutted down the middle of the street and kept walking. WHAT THE HELL? Sleep deprivation + Lil Wayne = Deadly daydreams while driving. MAN!
I’m supposed to be designing inspirational cards right now. I don’t even read COMIC BOOKS. What the hell is wrong with my mind? A woman blowing up the streets isn’t going to inspire young women. ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH! And so this is the problem with my mind. It focuses on what it wants to imagine, I’m just a passenger going along for the ride. Maybe it was the run, too much adrenaline pumping in my veins. But this type of craziness had just got to stop. I mean I’ll never finish a lovely, Disney-esque project at this rate. WHAT TO DO?
At the moment, I can’t start writing about some vigilante style anime chick. I got other projects to finish. She’ll have to wait her freakin turn. Who does this chick think she is anyways?
Man but if you would have seen her heels! They might have been Charles David not sure though.
Shak
100.
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Are you an observer or a doer?
Every day I question the pursuit of my path. Every day I wonder why do I have this hunger to create. Every day I wonder if I will be able to produce in time...before it's too late. Every day I wonder if it is worth it to create when there is no guarantee that it will be received well or sold. And every day I realize I have no choice but to create.
The story below is taken from Steven Pressfield's About section: (He's a professional writer/screenwriter that is a major advocate of fighting one's own personal creative Resistance in order to "turn pro" or rather to become the great artists/writers/creators/actors/fill-in-the-blank that we are capable of becoming)
My father was in the Navy, and I was born in Port of Spain, Trinidad, in 1943. I graduated from Duke University in 1965. Since then, I've worked as an advertising copywriter, schoolteacher, tractor-trailer driver, bartender, oilfield roustabout and attendant in a mental hospital. I've picked fruit in Washington state, written screenplays in Tinseltown, and was homeless, living out of the back of my car with my typewriter. My struggles to earn a living as a writer (it took seventeen years to get the first paycheck) are detailed in The War of Art.
With the publication of The Legend of Bagger Vance in 1995, I became a writer of books once and for all. From there followed the historical novels Gates of Fire, Tides of War, Virtues of War, The Afghan Campaign and Killing Rommel.
My writing philosophy is a kind of warrior code—internal rather than external—in which the enemy is identified as those forms of self-sabotage that I call "Resistance" with a capital R (in The War of Art). The technique for combating these foes can be described as "turning pro."
I believe in previous lives and the Muse—and that books and music exist before they are written and that they are propelled into material being by their own imperative to be born, via the offices of those willing servants of discipline, imagination and inspiration, whom we call artists. My conception of the artist's role is a combination of reverence for the unknowable nature of "where it all comes from" and a no-nonsense, blue-collar demystification of the process by which this mystery is approached. In other words, a paradox.
There's a recurring character in my books, named Telamon, a mercenary of ancient days. Telamon doesn't say much. He rarely gets hurt or wounded. And he never seems to age. His view of the profession of arms is a lot like my conception of art and the artist: "It is one thing to study war, and another to live the warrior's life."
I love the fact that he's done a catrillion things in his life, I've often felt weird that I've worked a million jobs in search of my highest calling, only to find that it doesn't exist, I have to create it. Sometimes I think it's the search, the pursuit that drives me, the longing to become MORE in this lifetime.
Here's a guy that's shining the light on those who are willing and courageous enough to heed the warrior's call. I believe we all receive this call in life at one point or another to follow what's in our heart but we all don't follow. I love his last line, "It is one thing to study war, and another to live the warrior's life."
Shak
100.
The story below is taken from Steven Pressfield's About section: (He's a professional writer/screenwriter that is a major advocate of fighting one's own personal creative Resistance in order to "turn pro" or rather to become the great artists/writers/creators/actors/fill-in-the-blank that we are capable of becoming)
My father was in the Navy, and I was born in Port of Spain, Trinidad, in 1943. I graduated from Duke University in 1965. Since then, I've worked as an advertising copywriter, schoolteacher, tractor-trailer driver, bartender, oilfield roustabout and attendant in a mental hospital. I've picked fruit in Washington state, written screenplays in Tinseltown, and was homeless, living out of the back of my car with my typewriter. My struggles to earn a living as a writer (it took seventeen years to get the first paycheck) are detailed in The War of Art.
With the publication of The Legend of Bagger Vance in 1995, I became a writer of books once and for all. From there followed the historical novels Gates of Fire, Tides of War, Virtues of War, The Afghan Campaign and Killing Rommel.
My writing philosophy is a kind of warrior code—internal rather than external—in which the enemy is identified as those forms of self-sabotage that I call "Resistance" with a capital R (in The War of Art). The technique for combating these foes can be described as "turning pro."
I believe in previous lives and the Muse—and that books and music exist before they are written and that they are propelled into material being by their own imperative to be born, via the offices of those willing servants of discipline, imagination and inspiration, whom we call artists. My conception of the artist's role is a combination of reverence for the unknowable nature of "where it all comes from" and a no-nonsense, blue-collar demystification of the process by which this mystery is approached. In other words, a paradox.
There's a recurring character in my books, named Telamon, a mercenary of ancient days. Telamon doesn't say much. He rarely gets hurt or wounded. And he never seems to age. His view of the profession of arms is a lot like my conception of art and the artist: "It is one thing to study war, and another to live the warrior's life."
I love the fact that he's done a catrillion things in his life, I've often felt weird that I've worked a million jobs in search of my highest calling, only to find that it doesn't exist, I have to create it. Sometimes I think it's the search, the pursuit that drives me, the longing to become MORE in this lifetime.
Here's a guy that's shining the light on those who are willing and courageous enough to heed the warrior's call. I believe we all receive this call in life at one point or another to follow what's in our heart but we all don't follow. I love his last line, "It is one thing to study war, and another to live the warrior's life."
Shak
100.
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Monday, May 10, 2010
Random Stream of Thought...Energy
In Response to Bright's Blog:
I'm glad you're feeling very creative and with Bright spirits. :)
As for "depression" kid, in the future try not to give it any of your attention if humanly possible. Do not mull over it with moms or sis. Do not speak of it with yourself when you are alone with your thoughts. I know you might not want to call friends when you feel down. Perhaps you think you will give off negativity to them or rather that you will take their positive energy. That is a valid concern. But try to quiet yourself, better yet your thoughts and search for the light (watch Katt Williams), he's bound to make you laugh.
But it takes great mental prowess to only think the positive. We lose patience, we lose hope and we start to slip. We're ALL human. When I fall, I see divisions where as before there was just unity. But we fall and we get back up because we're troopers. The further we climb we understand more truths that there is really only one truth=Love.
Depression, dangerously, is on the vibration of fear, poverty and scarcity. Perhaps a bit worse, it is in the realm of total disconnection to the source/Love. I've tried to work with folks in this perpetual state of depression and it was beyond DIFFICULT. I was sucked completely dry of my ENERGY source because they were existing on NONE. It feel like suffocation...run from this scenario immediately.
When we feel disconnected (sick, poor, angry, tired) we're just out of balance. But over time and with great practice we don't have to dwell there beyond a day, an hour, twenty min. Even writing about it brings me great pain and sadness to know that folks are perpetually in that state of being. I've experienced depression's temporary affects when attempting to help others increase their energy, or rather help them feel better. It hurts me too much to remain there and it's dangerous because I become depleted. I only do it if it is Totally necessary.
I have to center myself daily to remind myself that there are no divisions but the one's I construct in my head. Happiness is a practice that we must maintain. So sad there are no classes on uncovering joy. We have the evening news to thank to teach us negativity. Interestingly enough, people think happiness is something they acquire but it's there already. We don't realize our power as creators yet. And so we keep spinning the same story of sadness, guilt, and anger. Of course these are all strong statements. Most doctors will strongly refute all of the above and say depression is simply a mental illness. HELLLLLLLLLLO! That is precisely what it is...detrimental, negative thoughts. Fatefully, we think we don't control our thoughts. Sigh...If only we could always be in the flow. How brilliant we would all be.
Perhaps that is still a little ways off for civilization. Right now there is still so much struggle for energy/love. We have not learned enough of how to gain it ourselves, sustain it and not steal it from others. We complain when we are not loved, we kill when we feel poor. We steal when we feel angry and unbalanced. We create war. All these things are manifestations of disconnecting from the source. But most of all we struggle with our selves.
PERSONALLY I HATE WHEN FOLKS STEAL MY ENERGY. Buuuuut as often as it happens, I can't stay mad for long (1 hour tops maybe a day on major cases). I know most people don't know what they're doing. Sigh! DANG IT...get your own freakin energy supply man. Take my money, take my ideas but don't steal my energy.
Furthermore, I really need to stop getting upset for helping people so they can find their own energy source. It's taken me a long time to understand this process and honestly it's easy and a gift. But it goes something like this: a person needs help in life (they're down and out with no do-re-mi, they're spirit is low and they're uninspired, sad, depressed, out of balance feeling fatigued) and I usually give them some of my energy. Like, "here you go pal, I got a lot...there's so much to go around." Then they say, "wow this feels kinda cool'. Slowly, they start practicing this thing called happy thoughts and feeling connected. And what happens next? I'm thanked for my services and they're off on their own to sustain their own energy source.
HEEEEEEEEEEELL TO THE NO!
Folks call me back immediately, usually they're irate (disconnected again) and they tell me it was a fluke. They think I'm on that stuff called puff the magic dragon which pisses them off even more. But they want some more of it, and come running back. I keep helping them because that's my business until they finally connect long enough to witness the real MAGIC. This is where folks take off the training wheels and take the first bike ride through the neighborhood. I should be very happy at this point because usually they've jumped from super low vibrations and they are singing another tune that sounds like "living the life".
And I've seen miracles performed. Folks who were homeless got new cars, apartments and jobs. Those who had 0 ambition become super stars in ultra competitive industries. People with a few clients gain tenfold. BUTTTTTTT...something goes wrong. All of a sudden, these same jokers act like they were feeling the sunshine all along in their lives. And they actually come back to me to tell me how THEY DID IT (on their own). Ummmmmm NOOOOOOO!
Understand when I get a call it's usually because folks are at ground ZERO, sometimes they are at negative 2. And by "a call", I mean a randomly placed individual happens on my path. I've seen so many times it's like ok here we go again. Sorry, I'm digressing and on my little rant. But it's the truth. I've NEVER worked with anyone that was already there, well potentially yes, but in actuality NO.
Bottom line, I have to get over my ego like Kanye. My ultimate purpose is to inspire. Or better yet, to be a guide. I'm super blessed to 80% feel the flow that's all around us and within us. And it doesn't hurt to show others that they can do it too. But best believe, next time I holla at God, I'm going to ask the creator for another assignment. I mean it's cool and all, and I'm very blessed to have worked with some amazing albeit stubborn as hell people. But it's a freakin thankless job, and I thought being a teacher was bad. Let's just say being this whatever you call it, oh "coach" pales in comparison.
But I have an idea. Yall know you've seen those before and after weight loss commercials? That's what I'm going to start doing with all new clients, friends, family and strangers. When I meet someone for the first time, I want them to write down in entirety where they are in life at that given moment. I'm talking Everything! So next time, one of them gets even the slightest bit of impulse to show me how they got to where they are totally on their own accord; I'll just ever so gently show them the original contract. WHAAAAAAAMO!
Ok, ok I know that's not my job. My job is to point out the HAPPY TRAIL. I kinda like that. It's my job in this lifetime to get as many people to experience the light that's within and without and god willing I'll ascend a bit higher for it. The reward is in the giving. It only makes me brighter and all that jazz. Sometimes I wish I could turn the ego off. But I will say to witness light where there was once an abyss is like (I have no words to describe this, I'm at the point of tears) it's ethereal.
Shak
100.
I'm glad you're feeling very creative and with Bright spirits. :)
As for "depression" kid, in the future try not to give it any of your attention if humanly possible. Do not mull over it with moms or sis. Do not speak of it with yourself when you are alone with your thoughts. I know you might not want to call friends when you feel down. Perhaps you think you will give off negativity to them or rather that you will take their positive energy. That is a valid concern. But try to quiet yourself, better yet your thoughts and search for the light (watch Katt Williams), he's bound to make you laugh.
But it takes great mental prowess to only think the positive. We lose patience, we lose hope and we start to slip. We're ALL human. When I fall, I see divisions where as before there was just unity. But we fall and we get back up because we're troopers. The further we climb we understand more truths that there is really only one truth=Love.
Depression, dangerously, is on the vibration of fear, poverty and scarcity. Perhaps a bit worse, it is in the realm of total disconnection to the source/Love. I've tried to work with folks in this perpetual state of depression and it was beyond DIFFICULT. I was sucked completely dry of my ENERGY source because they were existing on NONE. It feel like suffocation...run from this scenario immediately.
When we feel disconnected (sick, poor, angry, tired) we're just out of balance. But over time and with great practice we don't have to dwell there beyond a day, an hour, twenty min. Even writing about it brings me great pain and sadness to know that folks are perpetually in that state of being. I've experienced depression's temporary affects when attempting to help others increase their energy, or rather help them feel better. It hurts me too much to remain there and it's dangerous because I become depleted. I only do it if it is Totally necessary.
I have to center myself daily to remind myself that there are no divisions but the one's I construct in my head. Happiness is a practice that we must maintain. So sad there are no classes on uncovering joy. We have the evening news to thank to teach us negativity. Interestingly enough, people think happiness is something they acquire but it's there already. We don't realize our power as creators yet. And so we keep spinning the same story of sadness, guilt, and anger. Of course these are all strong statements. Most doctors will strongly refute all of the above and say depression is simply a mental illness. HELLLLLLLLLLO! That is precisely what it is...detrimental, negative thoughts. Fatefully, we think we don't control our thoughts. Sigh...If only we could always be in the flow. How brilliant we would all be.
Perhaps that is still a little ways off for civilization. Right now there is still so much struggle for energy/love. We have not learned enough of how to gain it ourselves, sustain it and not steal it from others. We complain when we are not loved, we kill when we feel poor. We steal when we feel angry and unbalanced. We create war. All these things are manifestations of disconnecting from the source. But most of all we struggle with our selves.
PERSONALLY I HATE WHEN FOLKS STEAL MY ENERGY. Buuuuut as often as it happens, I can't stay mad for long (1 hour tops maybe a day on major cases). I know most people don't know what they're doing. Sigh! DANG IT...get your own freakin energy supply man. Take my money, take my ideas but don't steal my energy.
Furthermore, I really need to stop getting upset for helping people so they can find their own energy source. It's taken me a long time to understand this process and honestly it's easy and a gift. But it goes something like this: a person needs help in life (they're down and out with no do-re-mi, they're spirit is low and they're uninspired, sad, depressed, out of balance feeling fatigued) and I usually give them some of my energy. Like, "here you go pal, I got a lot...there's so much to go around." Then they say, "wow this feels kinda cool'. Slowly, they start practicing this thing called happy thoughts and feeling connected. And what happens next? I'm thanked for my services and they're off on their own to sustain their own energy source.
HEEEEEEEEEEELL TO THE NO!
Folks call me back immediately, usually they're irate (disconnected again) and they tell me it was a fluke. They think I'm on that stuff called puff the magic dragon which pisses them off even more. But they want some more of it, and come running back. I keep helping them because that's my business until they finally connect long enough to witness the real MAGIC. This is where folks take off the training wheels and take the first bike ride through the neighborhood. I should be very happy at this point because usually they've jumped from super low vibrations and they are singing another tune that sounds like "living the life".
And I've seen miracles performed. Folks who were homeless got new cars, apartments and jobs. Those who had 0 ambition become super stars in ultra competitive industries. People with a few clients gain tenfold. BUTTTTTTT...something goes wrong. All of a sudden, these same jokers act like they were feeling the sunshine all along in their lives. And they actually come back to me to tell me how THEY DID IT (on their own). Ummmmmm NOOOOOOO!
Understand when I get a call it's usually because folks are at ground ZERO, sometimes they are at negative 2. And by "a call", I mean a randomly placed individual happens on my path. I've seen so many times it's like ok here we go again. Sorry, I'm digressing and on my little rant. But it's the truth. I've NEVER worked with anyone that was already there, well potentially yes, but in actuality NO.
Bottom line, I have to get over my ego like Kanye. My ultimate purpose is to inspire. Or better yet, to be a guide. I'm super blessed to 80% feel the flow that's all around us and within us. And it doesn't hurt to show others that they can do it too. But best believe, next time I holla at God, I'm going to ask the creator for another assignment. I mean it's cool and all, and I'm very blessed to have worked with some amazing albeit stubborn as hell people. But it's a freakin thankless job, and I thought being a teacher was bad. Let's just say being this whatever you call it, oh "coach" pales in comparison.
But I have an idea. Yall know you've seen those before and after weight loss commercials? That's what I'm going to start doing with all new clients, friends, family and strangers. When I meet someone for the first time, I want them to write down in entirety where they are in life at that given moment. I'm talking Everything! So next time, one of them gets even the slightest bit of impulse to show me how they got to where they are totally on their own accord; I'll just ever so gently show them the original contract. WHAAAAAAAMO!
Ok, ok I know that's not my job. My job is to point out the HAPPY TRAIL. I kinda like that. It's my job in this lifetime to get as many people to experience the light that's within and without and god willing I'll ascend a bit higher for it. The reward is in the giving. It only makes me brighter and all that jazz. Sometimes I wish I could turn the ego off. But I will say to witness light where there was once an abyss is like (I have no words to describe this, I'm at the point of tears) it's ethereal.
Shak
100.
"I'm Like Rubbin' 2 Logs...."
Feeling on fire. Since my post on F.E.A.R., I've felt strangely liberated. I mean, I feel something kinda like A-Ma-Zing. It's like when I made the decision that I wasn't going to let my limited view or that of others affect my destination the world became my oyster, so to speak. I have felt so incredibly inspired as of late that it's almost ineffable. The ideas are pouring forth so quickly and clearly and even from other sources, as well. The universe is truly my ally and the reverse is true.
The funny thing about how we feel and what we see is that it can change from moment to moment and from day to day. That's, once again, the beauty of an ever changing life. I am feeling appreciation and ownership, knowing that my environment changed because I decided to. Being more of myself is a necessity and it hurts so much when I can't see me stretching and reaching for all that I want to gain and share. I realized that when I said that I am worth more and will get more, my life reflected that. Making ends meet cannot be the end goal or product because that cuts me off from the source, my creativity. If all I think about is how I am going to get my bills paid then that's all I will bring into my environment. I began to seek clarity of vision, knowing that it comes from within because that is my gift, envisioning. I'm a seer and it's so painful when it feels like I can't even grasp a coherent thought. When I began to return to myself and the way that I do things the well seemed like it sprang forth. I even had an idea to go have ethiopian food at a spot I'd never been to before and ended up in a conversation with the owner because he had a picture of himself with Stevie Wonder posted. I knew seeing that photo was a confirmation of my need to be in that place at that time because Stevie is the truth! I digress...(lol) At the end of my meal he invited me to come back for live music and then decided that he wanted to show me the back area of the restaurant that was only open during the evening. When I walked back there I knew instantly that was the place I was supposed to shoot the video for the treatment I'd just written (which, incidentally got rave reviews from the artist ;) ). I inquired about cost and he told me hundreds of dollars as opposed to thousands of dollars which is what most locations would charge. He even talked about the crew being able to eat lunch there, so on and so forth. We established a phenomenal rapport immediately and I am so grateful for the time and connection.
Everything is definitely meant and I know that I have to make sure I keep my mind in the right space at all times because I sometimes take for granted my innate happiness...that is until depression rears it's ugly head. Then, I can't see the forest for the smog (what up, shak? lol). I feel blinded by it but I'm continuing to learn to share all of those moments (positive and not so very positive) because when I let people in they can help me see more clearly and help. Life retains it's color and I'm a blaze of inspiration to myself and others.
Still t-t-totally winning..... :)
100.
Bright
The funny thing about how we feel and what we see is that it can change from moment to moment and from day to day. That's, once again, the beauty of an ever changing life. I am feeling appreciation and ownership, knowing that my environment changed because I decided to. Being more of myself is a necessity and it hurts so much when I can't see me stretching and reaching for all that I want to gain and share. I realized that when I said that I am worth more and will get more, my life reflected that. Making ends meet cannot be the end goal or product because that cuts me off from the source, my creativity. If all I think about is how I am going to get my bills paid then that's all I will bring into my environment. I began to seek clarity of vision, knowing that it comes from within because that is my gift, envisioning. I'm a seer and it's so painful when it feels like I can't even grasp a coherent thought. When I began to return to myself and the way that I do things the well seemed like it sprang forth. I even had an idea to go have ethiopian food at a spot I'd never been to before and ended up in a conversation with the owner because he had a picture of himself with Stevie Wonder posted. I knew seeing that photo was a confirmation of my need to be in that place at that time because Stevie is the truth! I digress...(lol) At the end of my meal he invited me to come back for live music and then decided that he wanted to show me the back area of the restaurant that was only open during the evening. When I walked back there I knew instantly that was the place I was supposed to shoot the video for the treatment I'd just written (which, incidentally got rave reviews from the artist ;) ). I inquired about cost and he told me hundreds of dollars as opposed to thousands of dollars which is what most locations would charge. He even talked about the crew being able to eat lunch there, so on and so forth. We established a phenomenal rapport immediately and I am so grateful for the time and connection.
Everything is definitely meant and I know that I have to make sure I keep my mind in the right space at all times because I sometimes take for granted my innate happiness...that is until depression rears it's ugly head. Then, I can't see the forest for the smog (what up, shak? lol). I feel blinded by it but I'm continuing to learn to share all of those moments (positive and not so very positive) because when I let people in they can help me see more clearly and help. Life retains it's color and I'm a blaze of inspiration to myself and others.
Still t-t-totally winning..... :)
100.
Bright
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Past Bedtime freestyle...
i only got one way to go
that's up...free flow
people have words for me
like they know
but they move slow mo
until they standing froze
they talk but don't walk
where their heart goes
pit-pat they following roles
so when you see me
on my natural free spree
don't up your nose
you could never be me
so don't ever suppose
i'm a Prima that means
i stay on my toes
all petals aren't soft
thorns guard the rose
i'll put foot to the pedal
show u how fast my grind goes
so don't make moves
you can't afford to lose like snoose
cuz my progress has no timer
my eyes wide open
there are no blinders
yall scared to mix it up
cuz blades are in the grinder
go ahend blend in
i'm on fast forward
never on rewinder
need new terrain
4 wheel drive Path finder
in my own lane
blueprint with patterns in my brain
make you think i'm like the Rain
man but i'm really just the man, HAHA
what I got to do
to make yall believe in the plan
i think
then conceive
make notes, sign deeds....
Shak
100.
that's up...free flow
people have words for me
like they know
but they move slow mo
until they standing froze
they talk but don't walk
where their heart goes
pit-pat they following roles
so when you see me
on my natural free spree
don't up your nose
you could never be me
so don't ever suppose
i'm a Prima that means
i stay on my toes
all petals aren't soft
thorns guard the rose
i'll put foot to the pedal
show u how fast my grind goes
so don't make moves
you can't afford to lose like snoose
cuz my progress has no timer
my eyes wide open
there are no blinders
yall scared to mix it up
cuz blades are in the grinder
go ahend blend in
i'm on fast forward
never on rewinder
need new terrain
4 wheel drive Path finder
in my own lane
blueprint with patterns in my brain
make you think i'm like the Rain
man but i'm really just the man, HAHA
what I got to do
to make yall believe in the plan
i think
then conceive
make notes, sign deeds....
Shak
100.
Friday, May 7, 2010
Never Leave Your Imagination Behind...
By: Randall Munroe

This message was brought to you by "Kids Doing Their Own Thing" and "Never Leave Your Imagination Behind".... Thank You and You're Welcome! :)
100
Bright
I'm Inspired By DJ Granny
My friend Alison sent an email to me today that made me SMILE. It's about a granny changing her mind and becoming a DJ.
The best part about the article was when she talked about young people coming up to her at the Cannes festival where she was a guest DJ. She said they told her, "'you're awesome, we want to be like you'". And she told them..."you don't want to be like me. You want to be you." How wonderful a thing to say.
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/worldnews/europe/france/7368096/69-year-old-British-granny-DJ-conquers-French-party-scene.html
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