Si yo tuviera un millón de dólares
Si yo tuviera un millón de dólares
Bueno, me compraré una piel una capa
Pero no es un abrigo de piel auténtica, eso es cruel

Y si tuviera un millón de dólares
Si yo tuviera un millón de dólares
Bueno, me compraré una mascota exótica
Sí, como una llama o un emú

Y si tuviera un millón de dólares
Si yo tuviera un millón de dólares
Bueno, me compraré los restos de John Merrick
Todos esos huesos de elefante loco
Y si tuviera un millón de dólares me compraría tu amor

Si yo tuviera un millón de dólares
No tendríamos que caminar a la tienda
Si yo tuviera un millón de dólares
Nos tomamos causa de una limusina 'cuesta más

Si yo tuviera un millón de dólares
No tendríamos que comer la cena Kraft
Pero nos gustaría cenar Kraft

Por supuesto que nos gustaría, acabábamos de comer más
Y comprar ketchups muy caros con ella
Así es, las más elegantes ketchups Dijon

Si yo tuviera un millón de dólares
Si yo tuviera un millón de dólares
Bueno, me compraré un vestido verde
Pero no es un vestido verde verdadero, eso es cruel

Y si tuviera un millón de dólares
Si yo tuviera un millón de dólares
Bueno, me compraré un poco de arte
A Picasso o Garfunkel

Si yo tuviera un millón de dólares
Si yo tuviera un millón de dólares
Bueno, me compraré un mono
¿Siempre ha querido un mono?
Si yo tuviera un millón de dólares me compraría tu amor

Si yo tuviera un millón de dólares
Si yo tuviera un millón de dólares
Si yo tuviera un millón de dólares
Si yo tuviera un millón de dólares
Si yo tuviera un millón de dólares
*Sería rico

I love the feeling
when a song
comes on
and suddenly
you find yourself
lost deep in a
memory you
forgot to
actively remember
until now.

The soundtrack to
the summer of '09
when I would
drive 6 hours with the
windows down,
the wind and
the bass from the speakers
in my Honda Civic
creating harmony
in G major,
the hot
sun beating against my
sweat-speckled skin.

And a couple notes
strung along my
eardrum as I
reappear in tears after
you told me you'd
leave me if I
refused to give you what
you wanted,
a melody mixed with
my pathetic, incurable
obsession with pleasing you
and some serious self-loathing.

And then I hear a tune
that sounds reminiscent
of the soft ripple from the
waves the river made
as I smoked a J and
wrote about my days
away from home,
desperately seeking to figure
out who I really am
when I'm completely alone.

Songs that remind me
of sunsets and
old jokes and
the sand between my toes;
rhythms of
bare feet pittering and splashing
in sprinkler water on squishy,
damp grass,
of  French phrases and crunchy baguettes
that I chewed on
in Dijon,
of day parties with plastic
cups and ping pong *****
where we used college courses
and boy drama and
undefeated seasons as
reasons to binge on
cheap ***** and beer.

I hear a bridge,
and I cross the river
where I tread water
for 4 years as I waited
for you to meet me
halfway,
and I drowned
in your lies and mind control.

Chorus of Christmas mornings
with homemade cookies,
joyful jamboree
of after-school
dance sessions in my parents' kitchen,
prom night poses
and people we still
laugh at.

First kisses reverberating
in headphones
and mouths belting
names of forgotten friends.

The soundtrack to my life,
a collection of good time
genres and painful
classics,
number one hits and
one hit wonders I
cherish equally,
my taste as vast as
the memories
contained in the
music.

I recall the succulent
All Day Breakfast Sandwich
With its delicious twin slices
Of pure white bread,
Infused with Heize baked bean juice,
Cushioning the crisp smoked
Sweet cured bacon,
Nestled against the bite
Of pork chipolatas
And the soft free range
Hard boiled eggs,
All seasoned with sea salt
Black pepper
Tomato sauce
Dijon mustard and
Mayonnaise.
And now sustaining me
All Day.

yellow vases shan't hold Montmartre coffee nor goldilocks no more,
brilliant sunshine wrapped around thy hair, unmoving in this unending fall.
yellow paint and quivering ink-eating, masking something for sure:
just make this bread, add spicy Dijon must-dust for show.
eat it all up, absinthe's place in your heart and soul,
toxic waste in your yellowish carnation, oozing out lemon holes.
will he really swallow the missing piece of his own (...)?
was he really the type to ponder & slaughter the only thing that he truly owned?

What can a mother see? New Year?
To some Christians and people,
I am a senator; Japanese first meal,
Then red, pig or r. in Paris, then
black: || make lunch, meals,
viewers with mother. Museum, I do,
do not know, and you want us to
switch to the Red Cross to Explore
more tasks with new tools, and,
with jacket, jack

Listen to the turn in the water =
Cornelius, there is no time for Carol;
Lighting Best to buy two bags in 1.
Big bells, too, in a report?
money; Color, travel, number TWO;
in grass grass grass
most secure F | Red as red as
death of the Founder of Air Dijon =
Information. The muscles are on the
outside the way I like ...

Then the happy mother? The toothpaste? New year?
However I'm amazing sensation and some Christians,
programs; The Japanese released lunch is the first
time that the red effect grim released, a pig, or the
outcasts of men, in the darkness: || heaven Here,
viewers can do lunch Your music is kept at the value
of the museums mother, which is forgetfulness This
one and that you want to swap with him, Red Cross
system with good examples Works On the other side
are two measures of core and Jack and when they
hear that they are again, Cornelius, Find them at your girl's water =
There is no time for light sweet slim Personal joy to buy two boots
I have great socks button, here! business; To stop color, the trip,
There are two coaches of Questions, number is the longest. Some
security | Note to think how red = Death From the Air Dijon founder
Information. The latest casino crew Museum in the hands of those
who would like to ... My mother was surprised by the modern
What is a plastic bag over the dentist's head?
New blood? But I'm joking.   small
Sensors and Christian pastors; One
Japanese city frozen in the morning
Maybe the first respected red Risk
direction this stupid and Avantgarde,
or a knit kiss Scattered in the dark, ||
the essence of the jew; Fire, night breast,
***** can be present from some viewers
Shadow lighting is worth museums
Get lost and mother chips here and she loves
Give the ghost a source of change;
Congress was buried in Sacred times
on Venus conversation.
Samples do magic on the other side
In two, Jack and Eva are in fact
Talk when we have ourselves
And the bright-haired Laura knows
the wind Blow = wind, her daughters
have their Game Thin Slim Coloring
Shake There is no rain in the body
Leather
Caught
When he pays the two marshians;
The action of loving my country,
A big **** in socks, look here! business
The meaning of punctures means color,
Taking a tour during a talented,
Painful adult comes to the question,
The number is Iife-long. Some Safety |
And entrance hall; The Distance will
not come - Imagine: Red Dead Dijon
Air Widely Known;
Marcus of Japan Coach Manufacturer
Public museum
It will be = respect |
||
My mother was surprised by the modern
What is a plastic bag on the dentist?
New blood? But I'm joking. small
Sensors and Christian pastors; One
Japanese city frozen in the morning
Perhaps the first respected red Risk
direction This stupid and Avantgarde,
or a knit kiss Scattered in the dark, ||
the essence of the jew
Fire, night breast, *****
Can be present from some viewers
Shadow lighting is worth museums
Get lost and mother chips here and she loves
Give the ghost a source of change;
Congress was buried in this
Sacred time on Venus conversation
Samples do magic on the other side
In two, Jack and Eva tears are in fact
Talk when we have ourselves
And the bright-haired Laura knows the wind,
Blow = wind, her daughters have their
Game Thin Slim Coloring Shake
There can be no rain in the body in the brain. Leather
Caught another color from the jacket
When he paves the way for two marshians
The action of loving my country, I sat
A big **** in socks, look here! business
The meaning of puncture means color,
Take a tour during a talent
Painful adult comes to the question,
The number is Iife long. Some Safety |
And entrance hall. The distance will
not Imagine: Red Dead Dijon Air
widely known. Marcus of Japan Coach
Manufacturer; Public museum things
are good but not what It will be = respect
||
My mother was surprised by the modern
What is the plastic bag over the dentist's
head? New blood? But I'm shocking.
small Sensors and Christian Pastors;   One
Japanese city frozen in the morning
Perhaps the first respected red risk
direction the stupid and avantgarde,
or a knitted kiss scattered in the dark, ||
the essence of the Jew's Fire, nightbreak, *****
May be present from any viewers;
Shadow lighting is worthy of museums.
Forget you and your mother's chips here
and she loves give the ghost a source
of charge; The congress was buried.
Holy time on the Venus conversation
Samples make magic on the other
side; In two, Jack and Eve are actually
Talk when we have ourselves and the
light-haired Laura knows the wind
Blow = find her daughters have theirs
Play Thin Slim Coloring Shake
There is no rain in the body
caught when he pays the two marines
The a big **** in socks, see here!
Business
The meaning of punctures means color,
Take a trip under a talent
Painful adult comes to the question,
The number is Iife-long. Some security |
& Entrance Hall's Imagine: Red Dead Dijon
Air knowledge known to Marcus of Japan
Coach Producer                    Public museum
It will be = respect

My mother was surprised by the modern
one; What is a plastic bag on the dentist?
New blood? But I'm stunning. little Sensors
and Christian Pliers; One Japanese city
frozen in the morning; Perhaps the first red
risk is respected direction of the stupid
and avantgarde, or pig parts scattered
in the dark, ||  The essence of the Jew
Fire, night, spray paint Gutai;
It can be present to all viewers,
Sheltered lights are the value of museums
Forget you and a chip mother here
and she loves to Give a source of charge
to the spirit;  ||| The congress was buried
Red time on Venus chat
Samples make magic on the other side
In two,            Jack and Eve are in fact
Talk when we are ourselves
And the light, Laura knows the wind
Blows = Finding their girls with them;
Thin Slim Play Coloring Shake
There is no rain in the body
catch
When he pays the two mariners
Y
Big coil in socks, see here!    business
Meaning of punching means color,
Take a trip under talent
A pitiful adult comes to the question,
The number is Iife-long. Some safety |
Entrance Imagine: Red Dead Dijon Air
known information
Manufacturer of Marcus Marcus Coach
Public museum He will = respect

C'est à Rouen, votre Rouen, Madame,
Qu'on brûla... (je fais un impair !)
Mais Marseille ! c'est une femme
Qui se lève, au bord de la mer !

Le Havre a votre amour, et d'une ;
Son port, et de deux ; qu'il soit fier !
Mais Marseille ! c'est une brune
Qui sourit, au bord de la mer !

Comme le fauve qu'il rappelle,
Lyon porte beau, par un temps clair ;
Mais Marseille ! est une « bien belle »
Qu'on salue, an bord de la mer ;

Les vignes où vole la grive
Près de Dijon n'ont pas le ver ;
Mais Marseille ! est une « bien vive »
Qui chantonne, au bord de la mer ;

Bordeaux, avec sa gloire éparse
Sur vingt océans, a grand air !
Mais Marseille ! c'est une garce
Qui vous grise, au bord de la mer ;

Le beffroi d'Arras se redresse
Comme la hune au vent d'hiver ;
Mais Marseille ! est une bougresse,
Qui tempête, au bord de la mer ;

Laval est un duc, ma Mignonne,
Dont le poiré n'est pas amer ;
Mais Marseille ! est une « bien bonne »
Qui se calme, au bord de la mer ;

Toulouse est un ténor qui traîne
Où frise peut-être un peu l'r...
Mais Marseille ! est une sirène
Qui chuchotte, au bord de la mer ;

Clermont a ses volcans où rôde
Le souvenir d'un feu d'enfer ;
Mais Marseille ! est une « bien chaude »
Qui vous baise, au bord de la mer ;

Grenoble a Bayard, la prouesse
Faite homme et l'honneur fait de fer ;
Mais Marseille est une déesse
Qu'on adore, au bord de la mer ;

Toulon aura l'âme sereine
Quand on aura purgé son air ;
Mais Marseille, elle, est une reine
Qui se couche au bord de la mer !

Elle adore Paris, Madame,
Paris est l'homme qu'il lui faut,
Car Marseille, c'est une femme
Qui n'a pas le moindre défaut.

Paris, le lui rend bien, du reste,
Il lui dit : Si tu t'asseyais ?
Car Marseille n'a pas la peste
Et n'a plus l'accent marseillais !

Fight the algorithms
that tell us what to do,
to make us predictable,
unoriginal and bankable.

Have you witnessed how
increasingly bland and homogenous
our lives are becoming?

Choose freedom
avoid the diaries of commerce
that riff on the ubiquity of apps

resist the reductive tropes
of our published and circulated,
perspective customer identities.

Fight the algorithms
with their embedded backlot
familiarity, built around class
and consumerism.

Try to understand the
vague, inscrutable and
purposefully circuitous.

Or stop overthinking
and embrace liberating surrender.
That’s the path I’ve chosen.
.
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Broken People by The Narcissist Cookbook
Talk Down Dijon

Sandwich
With Dijon mustard spread
Fresh.grown sprouts
On thick.sliced bread

For your long journey home
10.000 kilometers
Back to Barcelona

Until we meet again
For Christmas
Then you.ll show me

Your fine version
Of fat.belly pork sandwich
For my long journey home
To KL.

Love finds me in
the nuthouse
wandering in
Delerium, sweat-drenched
dreams.

She's my ******* angel,
and she ***** the
vagabond poison from
my veins.
Arms are bruised to
a Dijon yellow.

I forgot the
ecstasy of
connection and ******
chemistry.
The heat...the
smiles that set the
bones on fire.
This is birth.