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If you would like to learn more about me and what will be featured on this, the best way would be to examine my interests. They include Religions, Philosophy, Music, Politics, Sociology and Psychology, the "Mob Effect" (also called the Bandwagon and "cromo" effects, ) the personal stories of billionaires, Classical music, Piano music, the Fashion industry, critical thinking and debate, writing and literature (British and some American), Received Pronunciation (I swear, Kit, i'll learn it!), hedge funds and the beauty of nature, including humanity. This page is authored by Demitrius Williams, writer, student, musician and actor from the pits of Sacramento, California. |
This picture is really humourous to me.
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An Open Letter to the the most hated drag queen in America (no Hedda, not you),
Someone alerted me to your cover of Boyfriend by Justin Beiber. Congrats. I’ve been doing that song for a month now in shows. Timing is funny lol j/k grin etc bullshit. You tagged your season 4 girls and that’s your prerogative but it exhibited poor judgement and little tact to tag my personal work, specifically Vagina Song, Trouble and Love You Like a Big Schlong, along with Detox & Vicky’s Chow Down at Chick-fil-A, to increase hits on your vibrato-laden karaoke vids.
This is not me on the offensive. I’m defending my work and it’s usage. The real competition is life, not a gameshow. It begun when neither of us won (I’m careful with the word “Loser” now- you taught me that). Sure- you’ll say “get over it,” “stop being a baby,” “kiss my ass” etc…But you’re the one who needs attention- you supposedly bask in the hate/haters and invite it. I wish you could feel how much better love or at least laughter envelopes oneself. Good for you for sticking to your guns but looks like you shot yourself in the foot with one of them yet again. You could’ve just said “Sorry for tagging your work. I had no business trying to get hits off of someone I am not on good terms with.” WTF was going through your head?
Some contestants must be content to be footnotes in RDR lore, starting and ending with the program. If you’d like to not be one of them, I encourage you to do it on your own and not coattail anyone, even in the slightest degree, on YouTube- where my videos are monetized.
Common courtesy, protocol and copyrights should be observed ;)
WILLAM
p.s. You’re welcome for the additional hits this will give you. I’ve told you to keep my name out of your mouth and I hope you can finally get it that I really wish that.
BOWING
WORSHIP
Race mixing is communism!
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This is my stepdad and you people have no idea wtf your talking about. It is sad and pathetic to think you know everything about one or all the girls. FYI I still don’t talk to my real dad, instead of trying to play detective and posting false information focus on your own lives.So much for lacking a father figure.
All is fair in reality tv gurl. Focus on that ptosis in your left eye xoxo
Willam threw up because she was sabotaged with dairy which makes her sick!!! >=( #willamwasrobbed
Stay in one place your whole life. Always order vanilla even though the menu is four pages long. Become the type of person who sends back lattes. Save up your money for a plasma TV instead of a plane ticket. Talk a lot about things you know nothing about. Have an affair with someone you don’t even find attractive.
Refuse to forget your ex. Make it impossible for yourself to do anything without remembering that you used to do it with them. Hug your knees under the sheets and think about how safe you felt when they held you at night. Remind yourself daily of how empty you feel. Find new ways to make yourself sad.
Get drunk all the time. Consider no Saturday night, national holiday or extended happy hour complete without a vodka-induced breakdown. Graduate college but keep drinking like you’re still in it. Notice that cheap beer tastes watery and stale when you drink it alone but drink it anyway. Look at old Facebook photos wasted and wonder where everyone went.
Never drink. Never do anything that could potentially be “bad” for you. Treat your body like the temple it is and say no to carbs, yes to wheatgrass, go to bed at ten sharp and turn down cake on your birthday. Take fifteen different dietary supplements. Monitor carefully. Succumb to nothing. Miss out on everything.
Compare yourself constantly, to everyone. Allow the standards of image-obsessed, age-obsessed culture to make you feel decrepit at 25. Scroll through skinny girls on Tumblr feeling wistful and inadequate. Pull at the skin on your hipbones, stomach, and underarms in the mirror. Sigh a lot. Sigh all the time.
Don’t fall in love with anyone or anything. Put an impenetrable wall between yourself and other people. Add a fire-breathing dragon and eight yards of barbed wire. Be suspicious of everyone’s motives. Hold grudges long after you’ve forgotten what for.
Fall in love with everyone and everything. Run after the next best thing like it’s a bus you’re perpetually late for. Throw your heart into every other stranger’s hands and be genuinely surprised to be hurt. Refuse to learn. Refuse to ever learn.
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Interviewer: Would anyone live with Eartha Kitt?
Eartha: That’s not for me to decide. That’s for someone who chooses to live with me to decide;...
So last night I had an incredibly hot yet terrifying dream.
Let’s start with the hot:
We were both incredibly horny… he had blond hair,...