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» No-Shit Awe
Oh, girly .. I think I am in awe. I think I am in no-shit awe, right now.
It definitely feels that way.
I saw you singing in Boston.
(Bro went to Tufts Medical, and Lance moved there for work.)
Holy smokes, girly. Near the end, at t=2:55, you do that roller coaster thing.
Wow. That is some seriously impressive shit.
Oh, look .. others are noticing, too.
That's how it starts .. when people start noticing.
You are so gonna get us in trouble, girly.
That is some serious ass-kicking right there.
You take no prisoners .. you slay them all.
And then you turn right round and slay with the woo-woo thing.
I read that this woo-woo thing that you do is called » falsetto.
When you can do shit like that, you can call it whatever the fuck you like.
I call it The Slayer's Wail. And not because it rhymes, either.
That's called assonance .. when the vowel sounds rhyme, such as the case with today's title.
Can you feel my internal rhyming? That means that I like you when I rhyme internally with you like that.
Can you feel me liking you? (I dont see how you cannot.)
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