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please listen to me you have a problem with your brain.i need you to hear me for minute.i'm just saying it's not okay to kill people when you need more money.you even got fired for that Look, I hear you, and I understand you’re frustrated, maybe even disappointed. This is serious, and I get that you’re pointing this out because it’s affecting more than just you—it’s about right and wrong. When things get desperate, it can be easy to think that extreme measures will solve the problem, but you’re right; some lines shouldn’t be crossed. Jobs can come and go, but the choices we make in those tough times shape who we are. The way we react, especially when things are difficult, matters just as much as the outcome. Needing money is one thing, but hurting people isn’t a solution that will ever lead to real security or peace. Losing a job over it shows that this thinking isn’t just an isolated problem; it’s part of why things have turned out this way. I need to take a step back and consider this as a wake-up call.

[Verse] She’s a glitch in my dreams at night Fuzzy screen but the colors feel right Caught between the static and light Always lost but she puts up a fight [Verse 2] Woke up in a tangle of sheets Her perfume stuck in my heartbeat Memories play on a broken repeat In a loop yeah they never retreat [Chorus] Just a flash in the digital glow Caught up in the undertow Signals lost where do we go Static love you never know [Verse 3] City lights and a worn-out map Midnight talks and secrets unwrap Shadows dance in our little trap Every word feels like a slow clap [Bridge] We’re a film with the reel pulled tight Silent screams in the dead of night Caught a spark in the pale moonlight Just to fade when the dawn takes flight [Chorus] Just a flash in the digital glow Caught up in the undertow Signals lost where do we go Static love you never know

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Erase my soul and leave me to die. A spirit not seen by the human eye. To wake, to sleep, and to wake once more. A husk of a human upon deaths door. Down the road in a car, and to the next train, Down the track all the way into the valley of pain. Can't you see what this is doing to me? A life in transit brings death swiftly. Settle down, open up, breath the air up here. This is the life you should be living, so live it my dear! Dearest, sincerest, my precious child, Take the train back home, be reconciled. Back to home, back to bed, back into my head Back to living the life and then dying instead. And what is one supposed to do about this? Nothing. Yes nothing. Down the twirling abyss. Twisting, coiling, raging pit; A fiery coffin for the hypocrite. With a sorrowful smile and a jubilant frown, The embers give way and into lava I drown. Resurface, find purpose, good to see you again! I see that He has saved you, thank goodness, amen! Now what will you do the next time you die? Dust the ash from your head, wipe the tear from your eye. To sleep, to wake, and to sleep once more. Hello. Come in. Please open the door. You are loved by all so let the love come through. You act like this is something that's new to you. It isn't I suppose, I'm just stuck in shadows. In throes of lows and in fire I froze, And to you I oppose because of what I chose, Evil thoughts that impose, please please none of those. We can make this work, we can make this right. Guided by moonlight so we never lose sight. We write what is right and to generations we recite. We incite the contrite in the dead of night. We are warriors now, one warrior now, Pledging my absolute eternal allegiance to thou. Transcend my soul, we will never die. A human that sees with the spirit's eye. To wake, to sleep, and to wake one last time. And now we sleep, as the greeting bells chime.

[Verse] I see all-natural on my lotion Like it’s some kind of magic potion Nature good Hold up dude Moore Bhaiya says we’re all being shrewd [Verse 2] Labels scream they know the way But they don’t live what they say Fake headlines in the midnight sun Reality check the show’s begun [Chorus] So let’s wake up and smell the hype Staying true is our only type We don’t need no fancy spell Moore's Elixir works just as well [Verse 3] Synthetic waves in eco dreams Truth is never what it seems Selling lies in every aisle Moore’s potion makes us smile [Chorus] So let’s wake up and smell the hype Staying true is our only type We don’t need no fancy spell Moore's Elixir works just as well [Bridge] Wash your hands of all they spin Breaking free from plastic sin Nature’s wild and so are we Moore Bhaiya holds the key

Yo, I lace up my boots, step onto the field, But the hate in the stands, man, it feels too real. From the whistle to the final call, they scream and shout, Disrespect in their mouths, tryna shut us down, no doubt. But we play for the love, not the color of skin, We rise as one, let the game begin. Kicks on the turf, we all chase that dream, But some still judge us by the shade of our skin. Red card for the hate, yellow for the lies, We’re here for the game, no matter what they despise. They can talk all they want, but they’ll never break us, We’re united on this field, our hearts are contagious. Racism in the stands, but we rise above, Kicking the hate out, playing with love. On the pitch, we’re equal, no matter where we from, Color doesn't matter when we all play as one. Racism in the stands, but we rise above, Kicking the hate out, playing with love. On the pitch, we’re equal, no matter where we from, Together we shine, yeah, we all belong. From the streets of Rio to the heart of Milan, Football’s our language, we all got a plan. They see the talent, but they still throw the shade, Trying to dim the light, man, they want us to fade. But look at the team, we're diverse and strong, Our unity's the anthem, our hearts sing the song. Don't care if I’m black or brown, or any shade in between, On this field, we’re kings, we’re chasing that dream. It’s not about the hate, it's about the game we play, From Africa to Europe, we all got something to say. They try to hold us down, but we stand tall and proud, Breaking every barrier, we ain’t backing down. So let the world see, when we step in the light, We’re all human beings, together we fight. Racism in the stands, but we rise above, Kicking the hate out, playing with love. On the pitch, we’re equal, no matter where we from, Color doesn't matter when we all play as one. Racism in the stands, but we rise above, Kicking the hate out, playing with love. On the pitch, we’re equal, no matter where we from, Together we shine, yeah, we all belong. From the pitch to the streets, we demand respect, No room for hate, we’ll never forget. Racism’s a game that no one should play, Let’s keep pushing forward, change the world today.

What is it about Momo steering wheels that makes so many enthusiasts want to install them? For one thing, they look great. Beautifully finished in various combinations of brushed aluminum, leather, suede, and wood, they're a great compliment to the interior of any Miata. But even more compelling is the feel. Most Momo wheels are a bit smaller in diameter than the stock wheel with a thick padded wheel that gives you a firm grip and positive steering feel that you just can't get from the stock wheel. Yes, you give up the airbag - a personal decision that must not be taken lightly. Still, many Miata owners have chosen to go the route of a Momo wheel. Our installation is for a Momo Champion using a hub adapter from Finish Line Performance. The beauty of this adapter as compared with the others that have been used in the past is that there is no cutting, splicing, or other kluges required. Unlike using the other products, this is a completely reversible job. You can pop your old steering wheel and airbag back into place at any time! This is the simplest method we know of to install a Momo wheel. An air bag is an explosive device, and should be given the respect of one. These directions are for information only. Removal of the steering wheel involves working with the airbag. This procedure should only be performed by a qualified mechanic. The author, Miata.net, its sponsors, Mazda, and Eunos Communications LLC are not responsible for any damage or injury caused by use of these procedures.

[Verse] Packed my bags with dreams untold Photos yellow in my hold Streetlights shimmer paths unfold Heartbeats racing escaping mold [Verse 2] Whispers in the summer air Memories of dare and care Roads unknown I’m not aware Farewell kisses unprepared [Chorus] Bittersweet departure nights Stars align in silent heights Hold my breath for new delights Leaving home but not the sights [Verse 3] Every step a story grows Chasing after what life shows In the wind my spirit flows Echoes of my past in prose [Bridge] Mountains tall and valleys wide In my heart the rivers glide Adventure calls I can't hide Home’s a feeling deep inside [Chorus] Bittersweet departure nights Stars align in silent heights Hold my breath for new delights Leaving home but not the sights

[Verse] Crazy on the block, propane got me loaded, King of the grill, yo my tank never corroded. Barbecue dreams, flames cookin' up the scene, Sizzle, pop, and gleam, propane supreme. [Verse 2] Hank Hill swagger, lawn chair relaxin', Steel spatula, propane satisfaction. Yard wars flarin', ain't no Comparin', Tanks full of power, neighbor eyes starin'. [Chorus] Propane flowin', backyard glowin', Steaks so tender, grill marks showin'. Ignite the spark, barbecue art, Meats on fire, propane from the heart. [Verse 3] Wallet fat from sellin' that gas, Propane hustle, ain't lettin’ it pass. Suburban legend, grill master rulin’, King of the hill, propane-fueled chillin’. [Verse 4] Burgers on the grate, never second-rate, Kickin’ it pristine, blue flame great. Fryin' up dreams, nothin’ in between, Gotta keep it lean with this propane scene. [Chorus] Propane flowin', backyard glowin', Steaks so tender, grill marks showin'. Ignite the spark, barbecue art, Meats on fire, propane from the heart.

Dans les embruns salés où le Mousquetaire vogua, Nous étions jeunes, fous, l’âme légère et libre, Sous les étoiles de Quiberon, au chant des flots bas, Déployant nos rêves sans mesure ni fibre. Du lycée Saint-Louis à l'École des bâtisseurs, De Saumur à Paris, passant par Angers, Tu as tracé ton chemin, vaillant et rêveur, Sous l’œil attentif de ta douce Séverine, alliée. À Bordeaux, ingénieur, puis géomètre par choix, Ton savoir t’a guidé avec ferveur et rigueur ; Mais ton cœur, Julien, est un vaste miroir, Reflet de ton amitié, de ta chaleur. Ami du vin et des mots échangés dans la nuit, Tu refais le monde autour d’une table animée, Des projets fous dans l’ombre et l’éclat de l’esprit, Avec pour compagnons ceux que tu sais aimer. Et puis les routes s’ouvrent, en famille tu pars, Vers les terres lointaines, les grands espaces, l’ailleurs, Camping-car voguant sur l’Amérique des espoirs, Là où les horizons s’étendent, conquérants et rêveurs. Julien, mon ami, à toi je lève mon verre, Absent en ce jour mais présent par le cœur, Que cette vie te soit douce, simple et sincère, Car tu es l’ami vrai, le compagnon sans labeur. À ta générosité, à ta main toujours offerte, Je rends hommage en ce jour, avec un brin de tristesse ; Mais la mer nous sait liés, au-delà des fêtes, À toi, Julien, que jamais le vent ne laisse.