Red Wine & Blues Song Lyrics (Creative Music Post)

Red Wine & Blues  

by CG

It's been two years since the last time we touched but

I still reminisce when we couldn't get enough

There never came a time I didn't get it up, 

eat it up. 

Supper

god, I love it when it's heated up, 

In public.

PDAAA we would do it while we waited on the truck

like I was riding on your bumper, but

I've been away too long

And my dreams are where you reside now

the mind can get lonely when it's gone

But I'll be back in no time

and you'll be so happy when I'm home

You let me back in your life

and we become stronger than before.

Quote

It would be harder than before

Comma

you ain't have to tell those people 'bout our drama

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Looking back, I should have kept some stuff in private

I guess that's what happens when your honest but

At least I didn't lie.

I guess the time wasn't right.

I guess I needed God in my life.

When I left

At least I left with that reminder.

I hope you and he live happily,

and have a child,

and go trick or treat,

and spend Friday nights out at Applebees.

I've been out and seen white on white

I won't try that twice

but It's after me, or 

after CG, which I don't like

Because He's only half

of who you thought you knew

without asking Me.

Peanuts (Creative Blog Post)

When the hyper-sensual, hot, and moist surface of the tongue meets the slightly less warm, dry surface of the skin it almost always carries the taste of a jar of lightly salted peanuts; unless, of course, it happens to be the skin of a child who just got done playing a game of touch football on blacktop. In this case, and the weather exceeds 71 degrees with the sun shining, then the taste would probably consist of a jar of the original salted peanuts, in which one of the kids spilled on the blacktop, then discreetly scooped back into the jar before presenting them to you.

Critical Blog

I thought Ackerman's long, hyper-detailed accounts on the mundane and subtle intricacies of life seemed a bit boring but it was interesting to see how much one can literally "zoom in" on objects with literature. These hyper-detailed accounts allowed us to visualize the specificity and poetry of her muse. "The tiny ridges in our fingertips, whose roughness makes it easier for us to grasp objects, are randomly formed, resulting in the unique swirling weather systems we call 'fingerprints'." (117)

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