Kittens love robots and robots love kittens.
Should we be concerned?
Is there something those two would like to tell us?
Besides, cowabungaaaaaaa, coming through, who wants to touch me?!
Here's a it sucks to be you smack for you, wait your turn. Here's a smack for you to enjoy while you look at me zoom on by on my Roomba. While my robot friend dances the rumba.
On a steel horse I ride....
As the young king
is coming
to collect his bride,
African traditional
tambourines
are playing
the drums
and dancing
African kwasa kwasa
and Congolese rumba.
It’s busy at tha deli,
So get ya-self in line an take a numba.
Got a special on baloney.
We’re gonna dance tha reputation rumba.
No matta its location,
A house is only ca-pentry and lumba.
You can neva be a homey
Unless ya do tha reputation rumba.
Tha butta betta be thea,
Rega-dless o tha pressa ya been unda.
Once tha lobsta’s on tha boila,
It’s time to do tha reputation rumba.
Tha masta’s on a benda;
That menace in his pocket’s no cucumba.
Betta shake ya salt and peppa,
He means to dance tha reputation rumba.
Miss Scarlett come a callin’
With demons gonna haunt you while you slumba.
Left a baby on ya da-step.
That’s how ya do tha reputation rumba.
And since ya daddy took a powda,
Ya can hea the sound o’ gossip loud as thunda.
It’s as clea as oysta chowda,
That dance step’s called tha reputation rumba.
There is
no truth called
A coincidence,
because
all of life is
coincidental
that means
we are each known
coincidental together.
There is no truth called
A coincidence.
That we are all
coincidental
invites us to gather
together.
This means
you are each so
coincidental with me.
If I were you
and you were me.
If you were me,
and I were you,
then maybe we
could both recall
that we grow free
essentially coincidental
forever.
If you were me
then
would I be you?
If I were you
then
would you be me?
If we are
each other
then maybe you can see
there is no sense in
coincidence
unless we speak truth
to our relationship
together.
There is no truth called
A coincidence
because
all of life is
coincidental.
That means
we are each
coincident
and we are all
coincidental together,
and we are all
coincidental
invites us
to gather our now.
You and I
belong together
this is not
A coincidence,
it is
our
coincidental now.
Why do we wait till we hear from God?
If we don't, then it's not a go
Why do we think we can fight God?
Who are we kidding?
Why does God let us do what we wanted?
So we can learn a lesson?
Nah so He can learn a lesson
Lol just kidding
Why don't we ever learn?
Never
We just like to do it again
Not
If I tell you "you are not a king of your world"
would you believe it?
Me neither
Lol
Do you believe God will give you anything?
You'd better believe it!
Haha
come on honey
forget the money
my love comming down
can't you hear the sound
lay down on the bed
lay bac your head
move your hips let dip
and sumba
BABY LETS DO THE RUMBA
down by the sea shore -
silhouette conjoinment dance -
under cloud's cluster
Windy city their dance hall,
streets of bourbon and beer.
Faded graffiti like dance steps,
transport them to the premier.
His hands like silken cloth,
caress her exposed ebony skin.
Locked into a whirling frenzy,
that is only understood within.
Their shadows both in sync,
two hearts that lightly flow.
Her nails digging into suede,
she lets her hair down low.
He tilted his cap sideways,
twirled his mistress all around.
She made herself more exotic,
two stepping that latin sound.
Sidewalk hopping clicking shoes,
glowing from moonlight passed.
Holding hands into the night,
that soon was slipping fast.
One last dip into romance,
holding her gently until dawn.
Whisked away in dying music,
until they both were gone.