GREY’S ANATOMY (2005 - present) 1.05 — Shake Your Groove Thing
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GREY’S ANATOMY (2005 - present) 1.05 — Shake Your Groove Thing
We Ball
Existence is pain
Dreading every day
Cursing my family name
for emigrating
to this wretched place
Struggling to find a way
Everything is pay to play
Always making the same mistakes
History made every day
New events flowing
Handled the same
Same horrors
Different names
A burden; a shame
I do not know
How I endure day by day
Back against the wall
They're praying on our fall
Is there time to stall?
We ball...
Fuck it,
We ball
Written by aprilfook🐸
8/11/2026
Inspired by conversations with a friend
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"May Night" by Willard Metcalf, 1906 {info}
Thoughts
I miss
when my mind would go blank
and I didn't have to question
the lack of thinking
so instead of thinking about thinking, or my lack of thoughts
I would fully relax
let myself be in the present
instead of worrying about not thinking my thoughts
Because God forbid I spend one second not working
not worrying
not living in the what if's
God forbid I enjoy the present
and stay in reality
life goes something like this: you meet the best and the worst of yourself in other people. you come to terms that you are the universe experiencing itself. you get overwhelmed at 3 am being so close to seeing through the veil. you get what you give. and then, the next morning, you do it all over again, all over again, all over again.
"Waiting Gradually Eats The Soul"
by A.F. Vandevorst.
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The Birth of Venus (1888) by Adolf Hirémy-Hirschl