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Descended from Lions
Uncle: Transition out of the moonlight of your horrors. Embrace the turmoil with steadfast. Remember it is only you who can unlock the codex of perseverance especially when the odds have never been in your favor.
I heard the echoes of intolerance reflected off the walls that strong people once built while dealing with these same voices of discrimination and survived. They achieved this without placing blame upon their antagonizer with a pointed finger but with due diligence providing evidence that they too bleed the same.
While they built a respected standard through laboring painfully for equality, today the echoes I keep hearing are in direct violation of the principles of these brave men and women who fought against tyranny in the time before. To persecute those who weren't even conceived as a thought when past persecutions took place? Trusting in unchecked information based on an emotional feeling from a sentence of words, maybe less than five?
Oh, their twisted minds throw tantrums like children having never developed a sense of worth as their individuality is constructed of many imaginative facets of people who achieved beyond the very thing they are hindered by and supposedly oppose.
Their perspective is borrowed.
Their idiocracy is practiced.
They have built the prison that keeps them imprisoned.
You see young man this world belongs to none of us. We are just guests passing through. Even those disabled challenge with courage the limitations of their disabilities.
And yet, the material views of these weak-minded people have always sacrificed their humane morals as justification for their so-called disadvantages.
In math 3 is greater than 1. Yes.
But in life son 1 can be greater than 3.
My point is a strong mind doesn't need to indulge in the egotistical retributions one would receive from achieving success based on current societal trends. Having an appetite for vanity will corrupt the foundation of the soul.
Does a farmer get glorified like an entertainer... Without the farmer, we don't eat. And what...without the entertainer we are bored? I tell you these things because I once blindly followed a path that lead me to a dead end so I retraced my steps although along the way I got lost a bunch of times and eventually, I found my way back to the beginning, the truth. I know you are going through a confusing time when the narrative of the human experience is being corrupted by these so-called idols but they lack real unconditional love, empathy, and compassion.
And all they have are scripted words deeply rooted in deception. They are under the influence of false security. They are redefining a proclamation of segregation. Don't be fooled!
My dear Nephew, please hand your Uncle his cane and let us go for a walk. I would like to tell you a story about a man called John.
This story is from the Street Collection: https://neoncityseries.com/street-collection/
I heard the echoes of intolerance reflected off the walls that strong people once built while dealing with these same voices of discrimination and survived. They achieved this without placing blame upon their antagonizer with a pointed finger but with due diligence providing evidence that they too bleed the same.
While they built a respected standard through laboring painfully for equality, today the echoes I keep hearing are in direct violation of the principles of these brave men and women who fought against tyranny in the time before. To persecute those who weren't even conceived as a thought when past persecutions took place? Trusting in unchecked information based on an emotional feeling from a sentence of words, maybe less than five?
Oh, their twisted minds throw tantrums like children having never developed a sense of worth as their individuality is constructed of many imaginative facets of people who achieved beyond the very thing they are hindered by and supposedly oppose.
Their perspective is borrowed.
Their idiocracy is practiced.
They have built the prison that keeps them imprisoned.
You see young man this world belongs to none of us. We are just guests passing through. Even those disabled challenge with courage the limitations of their disabilities.
And yet, the material views of these weak-minded people have always sacrificed their humane morals as justification for their so-called disadvantages.
In math 3 is greater than 1. Yes.
But in life son 1 can be greater than 3.
My point is a strong mind doesn't need to indulge in the egotistical retributions one would receive from achieving success based on current societal trends. Having an appetite for vanity will corrupt the foundation of the soul.
Does a farmer get glorified like an entertainer... Without the farmer, we don't eat. And what...without the entertainer we are bored? I tell you these things because I once blindly followed a path that lead me to a dead end so I retraced my steps although along the way I got lost a bunch of times and eventually, I found my way back to the beginning, the truth. I know you are going through a confusing time when the narrative of the human experience is being corrupted by these so-called idols but they lack real unconditional love, empathy, and compassion.
And all they have are scripted words deeply rooted in deception. They are under the influence of false security. They are redefining a proclamation of segregation. Don't be fooled!
My dear Nephew, please hand your Uncle his cane and let us go for a walk. I would like to tell you a story about a man called John.
This story is from the Street Collection: https://neoncityseries.com/street-collection/
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Brittney: There was never any doubt that he was gonna leave me as soon as his free meal ticket ran out. I always knew he was a dirtbag, but I stayed with him. I guess out of pity and being so far from Buckingham where we grew up I needed that familiar face…
I feel I can barely take the noise of my crazy life these days and the people that surround me. So I counter it with my guitar and voice as they walk by me like insects to a bug zapper… Going towards the most enticing lights displayed on Fremont Street.
Cash in hand. Some do stop and pause. Are they really listening to me.. my soul or am I just another street act down on her luck in the Neon City. I like to drown out the noise with a little ditty I wrote after a fight me and Billy had. It goes a little something...
Say what?? Yeah, buddy, it’s straight ahead… See that big sign that says Binions… Well, that’s where you wanna go, sir.
Oh, Thank you very much. Would you like to hear a song first? Oh Ok.
Jesus. There are more tips thrown into my guitar case for directions than me playing a song. I shoulda set up a sign that says I’m a human directory or something. Anyways where was I…
Oh yeah “The Brightest Shine” By Brittney Jacobson. Now, where is my pick…
You gotta be kiddin me! That bastard Billy took off with my lucky guitar pick. He knew my priority was my music. I think of all the shit I have done for him. Dam it! It’s like he slowly transitioned into one of these sleazy Neon yes men working for that manager that fired me.
I can’t believe he had the nerve to side with that asshole manager at the Voodoo Lounge. Asking me to reveal more of myself. And this costume they wanted me to wear. I’m not some dam Neon City showgirl. I am a singer from the south. Man… That was the guitar pick my daddy gave me for my fifteenth birthday.
(She screams as tears come to her eyes and she starts to sing)
“My daddy told me don’t talk to strangers”
“And my momma said it would be alright”
“I wandered right across the nation”
“And made it to the big city light..”
“My brother gave his preservation”
“If anything happened, he’d be there in a night”
“I wandered right across the nation”
“And made it to the big city light..”
“Don’t give up”
“I’m not gonna give”
“A reason not to live”
“I’m gonna rise up and shine”
“The brightest light you can find”
“I’m not gonna give”
“A reason not to live”
“I’m gonna rise up and shine”
“The brightest light you can find”
(Strumming the guitar then stops)
Oh great, what does this fool want.?
“Hey… I heard you playing while I was eating my lunch. I’m a promoter at a venue in the Bellagio. Here’s my card. Their starting a Thursday live music night and looking for a female act. Can you sing top 40?”
Mister, I can sing anything you want, but I prefer the stuff I wrote.
“Text me your info and I will pass it on to my managers… What’s your name?”
Brittney.
“You have a beautiful voice.”
Thanks, I appreciate it. Another wolf in sheep’s clothing…
Whatever happened to Hi my is… People all in a rush to find their next cash cow. Adriel. Hmm. Well, it doesn’t hurt to give it a try. The Bellagio is a pretty high-end casino.
Shit! Don’t do this to yourself, Brittney. Billy is in the past. He never loved you. Move on. And of course, I have a novel full of text messages from him. Well, well, well. Look at this… Little ole Billy wants to come back to the shack.
(text message)
Lose my number. Your yesterday’s past. And I’m tomorrow’s future. I can sit here and dwell on what could have been and the what-ifs, but I’m not gonna do that Billy. I am not gonna feel bad about myself anymore. You will never hurt me again. You have gotten more than your share of second chances. Lose my number. Act like a man. And live your life without me. Good luck buddy. Don’t respond or the next step I take is a restraining order and a phone call to my brothers in Buckingham. Goodbye!
Now how about an upbeat song? This one by Runaway June called “Buy My Own Drinks.”
This story is from the Street Collection: https://neoncityseries.com/street-collection/
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