The Other Woman (original short acoustic ballad)

Sometimes I feel like crying And I cannot hold it in Feels like needles prying Just beneath my skin I know my momma raised me proper That’s not what I’m living up to This woman I’ve become, I can’t stop her I can’t pry myself from you I try to imagine how much your wife …

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Justice (…?) is a dish best served cold

I had no access to a television or the internet outside of my blackberry last night, but facebook and twitter were aflutter as the news went viral: under President Obama's command, a CIA strike resulted in the death of the infamous long, sought after Osama Bin Laden.  Shortly following that announcement, the amusing, one-liner thoughts …

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