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The World Is Rated X -Marvin Gaye After all these years of listening to Marvin, I discovered this shit a few months ago and can't get enough of that song. Been playing it over and over again. Maurice You mentioned Funkadelic....Cosmic Slop is the shit!

When we can compare oranges to apples we can rightfully compare women to men and it's not bad for women. The problem began when women not knowing her role tried to step into his role. Women seek men stronger physically, but to compliment the man she maybe wiser it is how we even one another out. It one of the mysteries women are trying to figure out. Honor Your Wife as the Weaker Vessel 1 Peter 3:7, Part 2

This is one hell of an album.

Movement, The stride, the ride, the existence of the curvature of the spine. The dip, the crawl, the spin into the slide. The catch right before the fall, tossing the world to tumble into the trap, where the spin is the ending to the dance as the eyes bounce and the fingers curl and the tips of the toes are a gift to the world. The box trot that takes the tap, as jazz became each man’s picks of how she would describe her wish, which is where he found her standing at. The clap of hands, the bending of backs, the swirl into the sambo, a frontal attack. The jumping jacks while the melody unfolds and all engage in the poetic movement both young and old. The flexing of knees, extending of arms, touching of elbows while setting off alarms. No foul, no harm, no siting it out, in the movement the wallflower is not allowed. The elegance in the eyes of the silhouettes song where partners are graceful and oblivious to the perils of the rights that can go tenderly go wrong. The two step into the floss of time where rock was the music that settled young minds. The blues and rap where stripping thoughts away in the vibrant description that ease stressful day. The lifting of skirts and dropping of pants. The mambo a soulful movement designed to entrance. The bounce before we ignore caution as we play, because it’s in the movement we stay living and to be alive is the movements we make every day. Keep moving.

Fire Passion Heat. Coal, the doorway to the soul It only takes one match to ignites an infernos glow What is done is done to reach the fanatical domicile that fear controls What is left behind but ash like cinders that embrace the wind as it blows to and fro Kindling the energy that fuels and intensifies. Dry resources the catalyst that leave nothing to compromise. Yet it is essential to contain the flames that blazes red dancing blue and gold in contrast to the jumping embers Yes there is beautiful in the mist of the scorch as it lay waste to unopened gifts that are the hangman’s noose called out as remorse Caution made friends with a destructive moment where the burn left eternal marks as evidence that cleanse the smoke cloud filled by memories that took the flicker by surprise Harmless is distant when escape is the seat that captivates with allure as the destructive purge that is the melody of the scald that had he mesmerized. The heat came only to wake she up, the choke from the smoke was but a signal to his dreams to please stand up. The cravings are courage-burning sleep to the ground and the spirit came to filter out doubt, your visions are calling you out, it is amidst the burn that the diamond is actually brought out. Fire