AUTOTUNE INFERNAL AS A CAR ALARM AND REPETITION REPETITION REPETITION OF EVERY SOUND AND WORD YONKING OVER AND OVER IN A HELL OF A SHORT AND UNAUGMENTED LOOP.
I was drinking coffee and flipping back and forth from CNN to CBC from Toronto Canada. There is a Jamaican Festival in Toronto and the CBC Staffers are voicing their enthusiasm repeatedly.
I think that sexually provocative dress is a bona-fide part of public performance. There is a unusual form of costume which is designed to conceal an under endowed non curvaceous, flabby or obese body by exposing certain body areas which are not critical to an observation of shape or beauty, calculated not to show flaws and appear "wanton" or sexually exhibitionist.
I AM NOT GOING TO POST ANY PICTURES, IT WOULD BE MERE CHILD'S PLAY TO OBTAIN A VIEW ON CBC CANADA THE TRAILER IS PROBABLY PLAYING OVER AND OVER ALL DAY.
When the misdirecting costuming is combined with provocative posings and moves which miss the mark, stumbling stiffly from one pose to the next, the result is " what the hell is this supposed to be".
I am as much of a sophisticated viewer of the ass of the opposite sex as any man. There are very artistic movements which humans of either sex can accomplish with the whole body or some parts of the body which are beautiful or athletic or which connote to concepts, actions or situations. I have always been of the opinion that getting into really good shape before you flaunt your body is a good plan of action.
I looked up from my coffee to see a really repulsive fat ass and flabby saggy thighs pumping like something from another festival, which is where all that ass stuff came from. There was nothing beautiful or artistic, it was CRASS AND VULGAR.
WARN THE CHILDREN, ESPECIALLY THE BOYS, THIS KIND OF UGLY CRASS DISPLAY COULD RUIN THEIR APPRECIATION OF WOMEN.
Many similarities triggered a combined response happening now. Mostly I am experiencing memories of how I was not Mother`s favorite,not not not.
I feel disconnected, floating, feeling that powerless feeling with a quality of impending doom and I can not do a thing about what was done.
My head is floating and my body slumping as I keep experiencing movies of the past Mother beating and demanding and oh so smugly and Narcissistically not listening as I make my case the same as my son`s Girlfriend did during the blogged above experience. Same hectoring,`all you do is...` and the same heaping on of credibility to my ex-wife, a manipulating liar who did not work nor tell the truth. THEN THE SAME AS WAS SAID ABOUT MY TERRIBLE MOTHER, that my ex-wife was so nice. My ex-wife who wanted me on the Street or in jail and `Target his music` Damn have I ever felt vacant and paralysed and been unable to stand since then. I sadly remember one negative intervention after another as I sit here alone with nothing pleasant to do as I have for years and years. The con artist voice and sentiment of phony acceptance by monstrous manipulators echoes through my mind on occasion after occasion where faux solicitousness and hypocritical sentiment literally nauseated me.