tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86846080717488263752024-02-21T05:03:43.922-08:00The Misadventures of Mamma MurderIt is better to leave your mouth closed and have them assume your ignorance than to open it and remove all doubt.
Does that count on the internet???Ms. Whitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12520317796841594863noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684608071748826375.post-8065546051766838162010-05-14T08:22:00.001-07:002010-05-14T08:26:00.735-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghppdMUE3ON-bSkYE_ONUzYqzugWqyz330-F2wPG0i_fsV5YWAtGamj5cJUdZbX2-x9quH9vQOkSLOgBZp9ViVBnSvgxFKzgZzGpTCHnMlYlt6FpDY56pXE0b3ZqA-NvFrHRBj05gQs74/s1600/19631_766664970308_21723750_43345062_2739247_n.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 257px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghppdMUE3ON-bSkYE_ONUzYqzugWqyz330-F2wPG0i_fsV5YWAtGamj5cJUdZbX2-x9quH9vQOkSLOgBZp9ViVBnSvgxFKzgZzGpTCHnMlYlt6FpDY56pXE0b3ZqA-NvFrHRBj05gQs74/s400/19631_766664970308_21723750_43345062_2739247_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471147293158990674" /></a><br />Marshall Mathers, <br /><br /><br />Have you ever heard of her?<br />That girl's a murderer.<br /><br />Mamma Murder rode to town,<br />she got there on Sunday,<br />found some people living there--<br /><br />Had 'em killed by Monday.<br /><br /><br />Mamma Murder, so called 'cuz she'll kill you<br />with her verbs.Ms. Whitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12520317796841594863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684608071748826375.post-87209394531388402202010-01-26T23:45:00.001-08:002010-01-26T23:45:49.031-08:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px; ">"I'm a recovering Catholic and I'm gay--compounded; I'm going to hell" - Orgo-One Port Authority</span>Ms. Whitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12520317796841594863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684608071748826375.post-62681560272251206582010-01-26T18:24:00.001-08:002010-01-26T18:24:46.379-08:00Never complain, never explain; don't air your dirty laundry in public.Ms. Whitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12520317796841594863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684608071748826375.post-60728451280410993172010-01-26T17:25:00.000-08:002010-01-26T17:27:05.593-08:00CreeperA guy named Creeper burned a hole in his jeans, hanging with three girls--it's better than being alone and better than being clean.Ms. Whitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12520317796841594863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684608071748826375.post-85269109733012473772009-12-31T14:29:00.000-08:002009-12-31T14:30:14.699-08:00It's only fear that makes you run.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; "><div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "><p class="MsoNormal"> Fight tomorrow what held you down today.</p><p class="MsoNormal"> Because the eye of the liar will make you burn in desire.</p><p class="MsoNormal">Fear not what you don't yet understand, because that scar will teach a lesson you'll never forget.</p><p class="MsoNormal">I mean, ignite the night if it's worth the light--see if the stove is on.</p><p class="MsoNormal">I'm trying to explain that I've been there before and I don't want to go back again. </p><p class="MsoNormal">These demons believin' the worst part of me; it's blasphemy.</p><p class="MsoNormal">But, why worry--most things don't matter. </p><p class="MsoNormal">Do it. </p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">~Ms. White </p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">(11:59 pm)</p></div></span>Ms. Whitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12520317796841594863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684608071748826375.post-23265396271174731412009-10-25T20:43:00.000-07:002009-10-25T20:45:02.155-07:00Thinking back Pontiac<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap; "><div><br /></div><div>[my sister bought a Chevy]</div><div><br /></div>*cold shoulder*</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap; "> followed by a head tilt to 45 degrees</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap; ">I'm looking left with a sly smile</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap; "> and a glint in my eyes-</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap; "> [I'm reminiscing!]- Jenna was a Pontiac! And looking back-- I'd give anything just to have my baby back. She was black-- that Pontiac-- black on black-- MAN, I WISH I HAD MY JENNA BACK-- and that's why I'll never EVER drive a chevy or ever drive a ford. I'd rather walk or bike until I can afford what my heart first fell in love with- --it was Mrs. Jones-- she's the one I first adored-- when she roared-- stop light street fight? The legend of Mrs. Jones still shines at night! What I'm saying is, "Mamma's! Don't Let Your Babies Grow up to Drive Chevy's!"</span></div>Ms. Whitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12520317796841594863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684608071748826375.post-76718978617967952372009-01-27T06:32:00.000-08:002009-01-27T06:33:09.821-08:00DefinitionFlood-<br /><br />A technical term for a lot of water where it shouldn't be.Ms. Whitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12520317796841594863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684608071748826375.post-67102052704651268892009-01-22T14:36:00.000-08:002009-12-18T03:58:18.331-08:00power<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Power is "A getting B to do C".</span></span><div><br /></div><div>That's the only equation</div><div>you need for persuasion.<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">(Power comes in many forms)</span><br /></div><div>Persuasive power<br />Coercive power</div><div>Influential power<br />Hard power<br />Soft power<br />Real power<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">(However, if you must rely on coercive power- you really have none at all)</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Money is power, knowledge is power.<br />Muscles are power, eyes can be power.<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">(A smile, even, can be a power source).</span><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br />The Sinister Minister once told me,</div><div>that power is addictive, if it's ever for free.<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">(Absolute power breeds absolute corruption.)</span><br /><br /><br /></div><div>The allocation of power is a dirty dirty job.<br />Power. </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">(It's why I'm here baby!)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">~</span>Ms. White ~<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Ms. Murder</span></div></div>Ms. Whitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12520317796841594863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684608071748826375.post-48465828368995919432009-01-22T11:28:00.000-08:002009-01-22T11:45:21.542-08:00Don't Stumble as you Tumble<span style="font-family:georgia;">My house of cards has come tumbling down.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">The cards were stacked so neatly, </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"> So discretely<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">I had them in place.<br /><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"> Placed so well that no one could tell<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">what I was hiding or even<br /><br /><br /> all that I was showing.<br /><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"> Because I practice slight of hand,<br /><br /> </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"> </span><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;">and<br /></span><br /></strong></em><em><strong></strong></em><span style="font-family:georgia;"> slight of face<br /> </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"> and<br /> </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"> now,<br /><br /><br />I lie<br /><br /><br /> between<br /><br /><br /><br /> dignity </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"> and<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"> disgrace.</span>Ms. Whitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12520317796841594863noreply@blogger.com0