ben franklin is the type of motherfucker to jack off under his desk and fuck in broom closets in high school but not get expelled strictly because he brings the school’s test scores up so much
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[ text: c. adams ] thnx
[ text : c. adams ] you’re crashing at my place tonight so i can make sure you don’t do anything else stupidThe line of cars waiting behind him at the traffic light burst into a cacophony of sound when he took a moment too long to move when the wash of red light across the darkened street changed to green (he, of course, responded with a choice gesture of his own). Last Alexander’s eyes had flicked to the clock on his dashboard it read 3:43 AM and he knew damn well he probably shouldn’t be driving after being awake for something like forty hours and taking far too much Ritalin - the high had worn off, but that just meant he was somewhere between wanting to wrap his shitty car around a tree and finally passing out.
When he caught sight of the flickering neon sign advertising The Dead Bunny he sat a little straighter in his seat, snapping to attention as he scanned his surroundings more carefully. Fingers tapping quickly against the steering wheel he pulled down a side street, just hoping he could find the young man before he managed to find trouble or get even more lost.
[ sms : mister hamilton ] okay ❤️
charles slowly shuffled along the side of the street, arms crossed over his chest. at some point in the night his shirt had been abandoned, and he wasn’t quite sure where it had gotten to, so he’d just left it behind. he was regretting that now. the temperature had been fair enough inside of the bar, where indoor heating and the warmth of alcohol in his gut provided warmth, but wandering through the back alleys of new york held no such comfort. the heat from the booze stood no chance against the chill in the breeze.
as promised, he tried to remain under the dim glow of street lights. the scruffy, staggering, partially clothed young man earned quite a few odd looks - he had gotten used to them, so they were ignored with relative ease. charles had quickly forgotten the location of the seedy little bar he’d chosen as refuge for the night as soon as he’d set out for his equally seedy apartment, but it couldn’t be far. weary hazel eyes flickered between the line of shops to his left and the street to his right, praying he would be able to recognize the car of his boss when it pulled up ( not to mention that his car would be the only one to stop on the curb. )
This was a terrible idea. He should tell the kid to put his phone down and go to bed or something. They could pretend that this never happened and then life could go on.
But fucking hell.
[TEXT] Charles, how many?
playing dumb wouldn’t result in much. he knew that alex knew that he knew exactly what he was talking about. eyes flicked up to the bottle of rum ( it was amazing what you could get out of life by telling store clerks that you were a harvard graduate, they all assumed him to be old enough to buy. ) it was quickly nearing the halfway mark. he quickly refocused his attention on the screen. it didn’t matter if he was completely sober or senselessly drunk, he knew he wanted this.
[ sms : mister hamilton ] i donf see what htat has to xo with angtjinv
- im on the bus and my 2-year-old won’t stop crying, except you just smiled at them and they did
- i asked you to babysit one time and now my child keeps asking when you will spend time with them again
- you asked me to the store with you and your child, and now my distant relative we met thinks im married with a baby
- we are friends and my child’s first word was your name and im jealous but also kind of endeared
- you’ve been sleeping at mine because your house is being renovated and we aren’t even dating, yet every time you wake up to the baby crying and sigh, “i’ll go” i feel like we might as well be married
- we’ve been on a few dates and my child just asked us when we are getting married
- our children are in the same class and we both hate their teacher, eventually the parents’ evenings are just us competing who can call out snarkier comments
- we are the only two parents who agreed to attend the school trip (bonus: “so i guess we share this hotel room?”)
- our children are best friends….yeah
- “i’m so sorry that my child pointed out how your shirt- actually nevermind i agree, that shirt is horrendous”
- you crouched down to coo at my baby but i forgot to tell you their favorite thing to do is to play with people’s hair and now they won’t let go of you
- we’re both single parents who needs a leg-up because we can’t make the expenses on our own, so we’re helping each other out. our kids are like siblings, and it’s nice. we’re not dating, and likely won’t, but we’ve become each others’ best friends along the way
- my parents just kicked me out and i have nowhere to go, would you let me & my kid crash here
foreveruntil i can get back on my feet?- you watch my child while i’m at work and now they think you’re their other parent, but oddly enough i don’t feel like correcting them
- i’m folding laundry and you dropped by (again) and started playing with my kid, and i can’t help but watch with a smile because even if my child doesn’t have both parents, i know you’ll be there
- i’m wrangling multiple children and one slips away in a crowd, but before i have a heart attack you’re there to scoop them up before they run into traffic
- i’m at a loss for what to do and i know you had younger siblings pls help
- i have to help at my kid’s bake sale but i’m useless at making treats, so i’ve asked you to help because maybe two idiots will be better than one
- my kid found your missing pet and i know i called you to come get it, but now they’re really attached. do you think we could work out a shared custody thing?
“hey kids.”
“hey kid, you want some football?”
“me and my friend were back at the woods, just… hitting shit with sticks, i guess, i don’t know, whatever kids do.”
“somehow we were so engrossed in our nothing we were doing that we failed to notice the giant plumes of smoke.”
“if a member of the vape nation happened to see these clouds, he’d probably go into diabetic shock.”
“maybe the football was just a propane tank he painted brown.”
“could have been a pyromancer for all i know.”
“as two young, hip delinquents, it was not in our best interest to be standing in the near vicinity of a forest fire.”
“so we skedaddled.”
“sometimes they just do things. nowhere near full-blown arson, mind you, more along the lines of screaming ‘fuck’ at the teacher and then walking out in the middle of class.”
“if somebody wants to play catch with you, you let them, or else they might unleash the fucking inferno.”
“i’m gonna teach you how to turn that dank lankin’ into skank bankin’!”
“i’m most talkin’ out my ass here.”
“a man should be running on pure willpower alone.”
“don’t go with just butter, though. it might turn you into a racist.”
“just don’t drink crude oil, you will die! or turn into a billionare, but i wouldn’t risk it.”
“i will punt you over my house.”
“that’s why they look like jizz.”
“it’s ‘cause i’ll pop a cap in your ass.”
“i will punt you into the stratosphere.”
“cute right? WRONG.”
“turns out you’re gazing into the eyes of a cold blooded psychopath.”
“if that isn’t some silence of the lams shit i don’t know what is.”
“a hop, skip, and a jump later, and suddenly you’ve got kindergartners impaled on stop signs.”
“remember to lock your windows, or else you might wake up with a spike up your anus and bird shit smeared on the walls.”
“he looks like jamie hyneman‘s gay cousin.”
“oh dear, i am somehow even more bald.”
“if you gave that kind of cash to stephen hawking, he would probably turn into skynet.”
“[character] hired a dwarf. just to… y’know, do dwarf things i guess.”
“this half rotted rice is good and all, but… i can still smell things.”
“yeah, and i’m not having nearly as much diarrhea as i would like to be.”
“fuck you, you cheeseburger slut!”
“i’ll nuke your bitch ass!”
“they’d probably just put you on a raft and gently push you out to sea.”
“[character] is the type to do a half-assed job during the day and spend every night doing jägerbombs and blasting kendrick lamar.”
“piss him off, he takes a swing at you, just push him over. you’re good.”
“[character] is pimpin’ in that regard as well.”
“i just wanted to make sure he got all the pee out.”
“you shouldn’t touch other people’s junk.”
“i’ve found that those things that are hardest to mount are often times the most rewarding.”
“this tricycle’s a whore. it has a poor relationship with its father, and it does not deserve your respect.”
“remember my woman metaphor? that’s back on.”
“eventually you’ll be like that stupid ass frog meme that everybody hates.”
“he’s got fucking dragons!”
“so the boys get to poking and the thing starts freaking out, just screaming and crying, even gesturing to the audience like it was begging for mercy.”
“i came here for a nice family-friendly disemboweling or two.”
“the only catch is that something has to die at the end.”
“wait, does that mean he likes the n word?”
“apparently the presence of a goat has some kind of therapeutic effect.”
“cut to a group of hooligans, looking for something to do besides bootlegging and getting polio.”
“some would argue that stealing horse tranquilizer can be equally rewarding in its own way.”
“and then he ran screaming into the woods.”
“remember to report them to hr for promoting african wife beating.”
“it’ll certainly make you want to die, at least.”
“it can also be used to make straw men, which are good for holding back society.”
“i don’t really know what it looks like, all i know is it makes girls never talk to me again.”
“when my gaze falls upon a small child across the room at olive garden gently sipping chocolate milk through a crazy straw, all i see is a misguided youth wasting his life.”
“fuck you, god is dead.”
throwback to when ben walker was elected into the house of representatives in 1801 and hardly ever attended ( he was there 41 out of 142 times ), presumably because he got bored
[TEXT] As flattered as I am, this isn’t exactly appropriate behavior between an employee and his boss.
[TEXT] Whether or not I appreciate it is not the point.
Because he did appreciate it. The young man was gorgeous.
[ sms : mister hamilton ] its not like im planning to tell anybodu
[ sms : mister hamilton ] and i ltierally babysit for u! thats not “appropsirate behavior” either is it
[ sms : mister hamilton ] its not weird unleess u make it weird
despite being fully up for just about anything when he’d sent the photo, a pit of dread was quickly settling in charles’ stomach. needless to say he was already a little beyond tipsy - if he drank a bit more, maybe it would cushion the blow when alex inevitably shot him down entirely. down the hatch.
[TEXT] Oh. Then why in the hell are you sending me this?
This was so inappropriate…His employee sending him…admittedly well done…nudes was not the best way to start off his evening. Adams would kill Alex if he knew his son was texting him these things…his mother, not John.
[ sms : mister hamilton ] take a wild guess
[ sms : mister hamilton ] im sure youre smart enough to figure it out 😛
[ sms : mister hamilton ] do u not like it???
[TEXT] There are other ways to get a raise, Charles.
[TEXT] This is not the best way to go about it…
[ sms : mister hamilton ] i dont wnat a raise :/
it's my brother's blood in my dirty lungs, in my crooked mouth, on my swollen tongue, on my father's gun, on each stranger's face, across the bluebird sky, on every hand i shake, night after night. with each chuckled prayer such sweet relief, my fists full of hair with each desperate drive for elusive peace, with every endless night, with each wasted week. all that dialogue doublin' back on me, all that tangled talk, all my growling need. it's my brother's back, it's my father's arms, it's every twisted fact in my sorry heart... i spit and scream what's done is done. go make your peace with everyone. they don't need to know about my brother's blood.
if women were religiously recognized sexually, we wouldn't have to feel the need to show our ass, it's to feel free. been there, done that, got the t-shirt, sold my soul, and yeah the truth hurts. tired image of a star acting naughtier than we really are. if history could set you free from who you were supposed to be, if sex in our society didn't tell a girl who she should be, 'cause all my life i've tried to fight what history has given me.
look at the stars, look how they shine for you and everything you do. yeah, they were all yellow... so then i took my turn, oh, what a thing to have done, and it was all yellow. your skin, oh yeah, your skin and bones, turn into something beautiful. do you know, you know i love you so? you know i love you so. i swam across, i jumped across for you, oh, what a thing to do, 'cause you were all yellow.
i've seen the world, done it all, had my cake now. diamonds, brilliant, in bel-air now. hot summer nights, mid july, when you and i were forever wild. the crazy days, city lights, the way you'd play with me like a child... will you still love me when i'm no longer young and beautiful? will you still love me when i've got nothing but my aching soul?
when i go for a drive i like to pull off to the side of the road, turn out the lights, get out, and look up at the sky. and i do this to remind me that I'm really really tiny in the grand scheme of things, and sometimes this terrifies me. but it's only really scary cause it makes me feel serene in a way i never thought i'd be because i've never been so grounded and so humbled and so one with everything. i am grounded, i am humbled, i am one with everything. rock and roll is fun but if you ever hear someone say “you are huge! look at the moon, look at the stars, look at the sun, look at the ocean and the desert and the mountains and the sky” say “i am just a speck of dust inside a giant's eye.”
i'm feeling devious, you're looking glamorous. let's get mischievous and polyamorous! wine and women and wonderful vices : welcome to the cult of dionysus. we could take a holiday in the month of may, run free and play in fields of flowers, pass the hours, making love is how we'll pray, or start a secret society for the wild and free, our ideology is "you can do what you want, too much is never enough."
i'm sorry, mother, i'm sorry i let you down. well these days i'm fine, no these days i tend to lie... i'm sorry, brother, i'm sorry i let you down. well these days you're fine, no these days you tend to lie... i'm sorry, lover, i'm sorry i bring you down. well these days i try, and these days i tend to lie... your time will come if you wait for it, if you wait for it. it's hard, believe me, i've tried, but I keep coming up short.
sycophants on velvet sofas, lavish mansions, vintage wine. i am so much more than royal, snatch your chain and mace your eyes. if it feels good, tastes good, it must be mine. heroes always get remembered but you know legends never die and if you don't know now you know. i'm taking back the crown! i'm all dressed up and naked. i see what's mine and take it. finders keepers, losers weepers!
your baby blues, so full of wonder. your curly cues, your contagious smile. and as i watch you start to grow up all i can do is hold you tight knowing clouds will raise up, storms will race in, but you will be safe in my arms. rains will pour down, waves will crash all around, but you will be safe in my arms. story books full of fairy tales, of kings and queens, and the bluest skies. my heart is torn just in knowing you'll someday see the truth from lies.
what's the use of wond'ring if he's good or if he's bad or if you like the way he wears his hat? what's the use of wondering if he's good or if he's bad? he's your fella and you love him. that's all there is to that... something made him the way that he is, whether he's false or true, and something gave him the things that are his. one of those things is you! so when he wants your kisses you'll give them to the lad, and anywhere he leads you you will walk, and anytime he needs you you'll go running there like mad... you're his girl, and he's your fella, and all the rest is talk.
there are those who think we're wicked. there are those who call us names : depraved, lost, and sick, and want to bathe us in shame. but we put the sin in sincere, we put the do in the doubt. god is perfectly clear, we are perfectly out. love us as we are. see us and we're holy in this shall we shall ever be wholly ourselves. your love will take us far, praise us and we'll show you from heaven to the glory holes, glorious and free. i believe in the ritual of lipstick, the sanctity of my electric guitar, but it's cool if you're not that catholic. you can be wherever you are.
down by the river by the boats, where everybody goes to be alone, where you won't see any rising sun. down to the river we will run. when by the water we drink to the dregs, look at the stones on the riverbed. i can tell from your eyes you've never been by the riverside. down by the water the riverbed somebody calls you, somebody says “swim with the current and float away” down by the river every day. oh my god, i see how everything is torn in the river deep and i don't know why i go the way down by the riverside.
i saw a ghost on the stairs and sheets on the tables and chairs. the silverware swam with the sharks in the sink, even so i don't know what to think. i've been longing for daisies to push through the floor, and i wish that plant life would grow all around me so i won't feel dead anymore. i saw a bear in the den, eeading my textbooks again, bats flowed like traffic as they poured from the attic, heaven knows i could really use a friend... tonight i'm busting out of this old haunted house 'cause i'm sick of waiting for all the spider webs to grow all around me, 'cause i don't feel dead anymore, and i'm not afraid anymore!
the mirror's image, it tells me it's home time. but i'm not finished 'cause you're not by my side. and as i arrived i thought i saw you leaving carrying your shoes ; decided that once again i was just dreaming of bumping into you… somewhere darker, talking the same shite. i need a partner. well are you out tonight? it's harder and harder to get you to listen, more i get through the gear. incapable of making alright decisions and having bad ideas.
am i just a night of lust and lost temptation? is someone like me his destiny? he'll never know. i gotta find a way to show my expectations. he ends it where it begins but i won't let go. i know you don't love me, but still i burn for you. i know you don't love me, this flame won't die, it's true. my soul bared completely don't seem enough for you. i know you don't love me, but the message can't get through. any man can see that I'm worth the talkin'. love can be bittersweet when the girl hears "no". opportunity knocks but your doors don't open, but i feel a fire inside that's about to blow.
when i was only 15, i packed by bags and said goodbye to mom and dad. i was afraid and alone, living without a home, got rid of all i had. they say the best things are free but i can't get what i need without some CURRENCY and money doesn't grow on trees. you can't just plant a seed, you gotta work it out. gimme some of that cold cash! i want to stuff it in my couch. come on bring me those big stacks! i need them bricks to build my house. give me all of that, all of that 'til the atm runs out! if money can't buy happiness then why is it so fabulous?
black and blues, and yellows too, will fade the same as embers do. we’ll wake up tomorrow and feel new. the story that we won't share, we’re all gonna hide it well away somewhere. a warning for family, the kind a person gives about an enemy. now, well known, let’s never sleep alone. i'm sorry for crying, don't feel bad, you didn't do that. i’m sorry we’re crying.
back of the room, looking at you, counting the steps between us : a hundred and five little blades in a line from your skin to mine and i feel it. eyes on the ground, but i can't look up now. don't wanna give it away, my secret. in another life, my teeth and tongue would speak aloud what until now i've only sung, ‘cause i would die to make you mine. bleed me dry each and every time. i don't mind, no i don't mind it, i would come back a thousand times. you can make me wait forever, push me away and tell me never. i don't mind, no i don't mind it. i would come back a thousand times.
i got lots of jealous lovers that all wish they had me back, got a pistol for a mouth, my own mama gave me that. making my own road out of gravel and some wine, and if i have to fall then it won't be in your line. everybody's doing it so why the hell should i? everybody's doing it so why the hell should i? i'm a bad woman to keep, make me mad, i'm not here to please, paint me in a corner but my color comes back. once you go black, you never go back. i'm a black sheep.
polly wants a cracker. i think I should get off her first. i think she wants some water to put out the blow torch… polly wants a cracker, maybe she would like more food. she asked me to untie her. a chase would be nice for a few. polly said… polly says her back hurts. She's just as bored as me. she caught me off my guard - amazes me, the will of instinct. isn't me, have a seed. let me clip your dirty wings, let me take a ride, cut yourself. want some help, please myself. got some rope, you have been told. promise you, i have been true. let me take a ride, cut yourself. want some help, please myself.
when i see you i can't find the words to speak, my cheeks go as red as two big cherries. i try to look beautiful for you, stuffing my dress up with tissues, hoping you'll notice but it's obvious and i get so embarrassed. i'm so smitten with you and everyone knows it. when you're not around i clutch my chest and say i'll look you in the eyes and not be so god damn shy... i can't find the words to speak.
i feel i've been riding in a fast car, burning dirty gas won't get you that far. i feel I’ve been riding up the wrong path, but i'm gonna make sure i get the last laugh. is there any possibility you'll quit gossiping about me to hide your insecurities? all you say is blah, blah. girls, they never befriend me ‘cause i fall asleep when they speak of all the calories they eat. all they say is na, na, na, na, na!
i need a whole personality, something inordinately sweet. order anything you’d like. nothing’s changing my mind. i don’t care how unhealthy it is ‘cause there isn’t anything i’d rather be. call me obsequious, i guess i’m a bit dramatic, sometimes my appetite is eerily erratic. give me your dire expectations, and i’ll consume perfection - you are what you eat, after all.
my name is richard henry lee; virginia is my home. and may my horses turn to glue if i can't deliver unto you a resolution on independency! for i am ffv, the first family in the sovereign colony of virginia! yes, the ffv, the oldest family in the oldest colony in america! and may the british burn my land if i can't deliver to your hand a resolution on independency! you see it's here-a-lee, there-a-lee, everywhere-a-lee-a-lee!
maybe i hang around here a little more than i should, we both know i got somewhere else to go, but i got something to tell you that i never thought i would, but i believe you really ought to know... i love you, i honestly love you. you don't have to answer, i see it in your eyes. maybe it was better left unsaid. this is pure and simple and you should realize that it's coming from my heart and not my head... if we both were born in another place and time, this moment might be ending in a kiss, but there you are with yours, and here i am with mine, so i guess we'll just be leaving it at this : i love you.
it's from japan. it’s a gray, oblong pill, quantum nano-technology CPU. the quantum computer in the pill will travel through your blood until it implants in your brain and it tells you what to do. it tells you what to do… it's preprogrammed. it's amazing! speaks to you directly. you behave as it's appraising, helps you act correctly. helps you to be cool, it helps you rule!
getting sober for a day, got me feeling too low. they tryna make me slow down, tryna tell me how to live. i'm about to lose control. well they can watch me fuck it up all in one night, i'm in my city in the summer, camo'd out, leather booted, kissing bitches in the club. they wanna threesome, then some, spend whatever come in, fuck an income. me and my niggas, we ain't never going broke, and you have to do it all just to know where it gets you, living dreams we can never afford.
you are my bad boy, my little pile of joy. when i saw you i knew you were the one. the way you looked at me when it only just begun. i wish i would've known then what i know now. it wouldn't last too long but it never does, does it? ‘cause i'm too young to be in love, i'm too young to be in love, so please oh please don't break my heart. i wanna go, i wanna go back to the start. i wanna cry, i wanna cry on your shoulder. i wanna be, i wanna be your toy soldier. i should've listened to my mom.
we are lies like the summertime, like the spring we are such fools, like fall we are the prophets, like winter we are cruel. i don't know what's wrong with us. they just made us this way. there's a hole in you and me that pulls us together and i don't know where we belong. i think we grew under a bad sun. i know we're not like everyone. you and me we grew under a bad sun.
