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Here is an idea for a Commercial I just had an epiphany for a marriage social. The Texasbimmers shooting a commercial on the coastal. We take a video of all of our cars lined up. Assigned seating at this wedding, that matches our name up. That way you can have a video of our cars and us in the same order. Each of us wearing our Texasbimmers shirt. Our chapter Sgt of Arms: Do you take this BMW to be your lawful partner till death do you part? Our chapter president: I Do! The president is holding the passenger side view mirror of his car. Fellow chapter officers are the best family... Like best men... Their cars would be brides maids in a mirrored order. That way the maid of honor was driven down the isle by her owner; the best man. He gets out of his car the maid of honor. Then walks over to the side of the groom, our president leaving the brides maid on the left side of our presidents car. Sgt of Arms: Now I welcome to witness this marriage the brides maid (Chapter name/Nick Name, Make, Model)Being escorted by: Actual Name (signs guest book and waves at the Texas Bimmers. You see a flash image between vehicles and owners and then the owners are standing on their cars. Their car lights flashing, whatever lights are on each owners car. (body kit) Each owner standing their clapping.... That quick glimpse Sgt of arms: Now I welcome to bear fruit the Chapter Treasurer : The chapter treasure pulls out a fruit basket of the passageners seat and sets it down between the Presidents vehicle and himself. We would need a green screen for this commercial. I now pronounce you the ultimate driving machine and owner. Chapter President signs legal documents for their loan, lease , or title and then turns to the texasbimmers cheering... the texasbimmers cheering back. They then say, WE DID IT, WE FINALLY DID IT! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B42ks76uiGc

Prospect Empire

Is it just me or is it the older I get, the more alone I feel? When I was a child everything was so surreal. I remember me chanting I can’t wait to grow up. Now I’m sick to my stomach I want to throw up. Dear Mama, “Where are you, I need the mylanta. Who knew adulting would be this hard. Please lord, let me go back to the days when I believed in Santa. Back when family used to drive the bus to church. Now I got’em getting their praise on in the yard. Where did the love go its an endless search Every time I feel more pain I get more skeptical. To cope I turned to drugs, alcohol, or got sensual. Lord punish me, I need to go stand in one of 4 corners. For all the pain I caused, trying to get even with the world. Here, take whats left of my heart, I’ll be a donor. Its amazing how my life got unfurled.

The idea of sitting next to you in the morning eating General Mills.

We were children at the park, pushing each others swing. As adults we pushed each other, to see how high we could go. We maxed each other exponentially, so we had to move on. Its tugging at my strings, I would have given you a wedding ring. Looking back, I’m left wondering, did we do it all for show? We were Rugrats, but it is I watching you grow up like Mulan.

I’m sitting her watching my hairs turn different greys. I swear I’m going to wind up looking at someones anatomy. My thoughts are dark inside, and getting darker by 50 shades. No I’m not crying, but I need someone to save me. Life is a derby thats going to make me invest in a colt. People are out here shooting up schools, but lacking education. Why would you want to get rid of those bettering themselves? Is this really whats its come to and how people revolt? I guess we need to understand someones situation. I guess we need to take time and look within ourselves. Somewhere we are failing people and that is unsatisfactory. Maybe its me, or am I just being elementary? Don’t get me wrong I know everybody goes through hard times. But we don’t need an investigation that we read in the paper. Growing up we are told that we need to read between the lines. We’ve turned to Facebook, and that is considered second nature. Before I keep going I need to pause and smoke this tree.

Do you have something to say, then I need you to say it to me. Not saying it, is like second hand smoke it does nothing for me. So now, I'm giving you the floor. What do you need to say to me? You are no mortal kombat character there won't be any shade. I'll respect you more if you say what is on your mind, no crusade. But if you blow me smoke, that is something I will not tolerate. I can’t stand a liar that is not how I’ll ever operate. I'm all about forgiveness but thats something I can obviate.

Shes doing what she has to pay the electricity bill. She was raised around the struggle, so she has been in the field. Tonight though the internal conflict is worse than bunker hill. She puts something up her nose so her feelings are concealed Now she’s addicted, and carries it around like a weapon.

Last night was a little strange to me. Had my home girl call me at a quarter to three. A little hesitant I pick up the phone. The first words I hear is “I am all alone.” Can you come over and chill for a bit. Yeah, sure, just give me a minute. Thats when she breaks down and starts to cry. Telling me how she got into a fight with her guy. Man, damn, I got to center myself. I have to go catch her like a pop fly. You know all good guys they wear black. I look to my right and there is a spliff and bottle sitting there on the bookshelf. I’m off to the rescue like a samurai, I’ll take this opportunity like my name was Dak. Jump in my car, throw the goods in the back. Knowing our history, I always play second fiddle. Should cancel this like Malcolm in the Middle. But against my better judgement I take the drive. As I pull up I meet her outside. With open arms is how she greets me. I tell her its okay we can take five. Thats when she let loose and cried. Telling me about her humility.

Cruising around the block looking out my window. All I’m doing is listening to the wind blow. Just stepping on the gas and blowing some endo. Have no clue where Im about to go. Contemplating my life and all of my decisions. They are the reason for my conditions. Wondering what ever happened to my ambitions, my ambitions. Ugh, my ambitions

After a long week this is my healing, to Lionel Richie and dance on the ceiling. Me and my crew we are about to get properly wasted. Just sit back and enjoy getting sedated. So where are my people that can handle their lean, and who are my people that be smoking that green. So who tell me who want to jump off a plank I know I got some people ready to sip that drank. I am making calls to see what my people doing tonight. Trying to figure out who's trying to get right. Move slow until we catch foresight. I want to make an o face because I puffed the Afghan. All because of Peter Pan I took a flight out to Neverland. My hardest decision is the Method Man. “How high,” so lets come up with a game plan. My empire will hand it out the window like Little Ceasars. Have you dealing with your ghosts like Ebeneezer The whole team is deep deep, so who tell me who trying to get a slice. UTEP students looking at me like the Beetles. Im an 80s baby so you know Im addicted to the needles. For the quality you know that we are underprice, So pop a couple pills and stare off into Horizon. This community is biting my ear Mike Tyson. My shadaloo is focused on world domination when you see me best address me as M. Bison. These products so good you’ll be studying like a physics. Oh man, Oh god can you feel it can you feel it? Are you down with the sickness? I can see it in your eyes you’re standing on Mount. Olympus.

Looking across the room at our nightstand. I thought I'd see our picture there for a life time. You're like my Vicky Vale and I'm your Batman. Together you and I built a network that was sublime. You are just so unreal, my drop dead diva. But my words cut through the air like a wind chime. Now you're with your girls sipping on tequila, and I'm sick to my stomach turning into a lime. Never meant to hurt you, never thought I would. Disgusted my heart and mind is full of grime. Forgive me and we'll make the neighbors turn up their Kenwood. Give me one more chance, I swear this is our last time. Be Maid Marian and I'll be your Robin Hood.

Call me Lumiere all I know is fire. So, I ask will you be my guest? You can put my services to the test! Enough fire to load up your breast. Ain't no time to be a chicken. My word can get your life stricken. Got little Gs that I call squire. Out to earn more stripes that Bill Murray. Prospect Empire is better than a McFlurry. Ask about me my name is known in Bucharest. My blood and roots originate in Britain. Look at my lineage all of it is written. Travel to the south of the island to Berkshire. Where you will find out that I am no liar.

My job is to take care of you and make sure that you are satisfied. You have more pressing matters to worry about than my pride. Like attending to your sick child bedside Don't worry about me I am certified. Grown I am now, I am not here to make your stress quantified. When you are ready I will be over here by the wayside. Wishing I had your hand in mine walking the sand of the seaside. Don't you wish relationships for single mothers came with a guide? Look no further, I will be the one when your ill by your bedside.   Half of the things you go and tell me are implied. That there is a need to read between the lines for us to be unified. Any significant who doesn't understand is uncivilized.

Women: Often times are scorned, brusque, and well established. They have their own way and its this way or the highway. Often times you'll see them with girls and ladies, but as a ring leader providing guidance.

I guess what I am trying to say is, for you I will be your everything.

In the early morning were in the window sill. We can go round for round like a windmill. Being with you grandfather time stands still. But later on during the night we’ll dress to kill. We could have this world on our pinky. You and I trying to take over the world. Playing with your hair after we get kinky. Its amazing how things have unfurled. Just commit this idea into your brain. This kind of love will make them go insane. I’ll be your Superman if you’ll be my Lois Lane. I see the thought in your temporal vein. Your blood is now beginning to pump. Your mind is Criss Crossed, I need you to jump. Please believe deep down in your membrane. No Joke we can Duke and take the a train.