I am similar to my parents and grandparents in that i am stubborn. That is a come trait. I also share bad story telling abilities with my mom and her mom, unlike my dads side. I share general ease and flexibility with my dad and his side. At the moment I don't really see connections between my grandparents and myself. My mom follows the law nearly black and white, Dad follows then with shades of gray sometimes, so i differ in that i dont 100% do what they would do. They have a better work ethic than I.
They set me up with a "good" moral foundation. I don't do rude things, give deep personal comments, or use manners very often because of my parents. Mom broke any chance of me using manners when i was around 7. But my Deck family is respected in the community so that has influenced me to be a better person in public. I hope that they keep being Decks cause I'd love to be able to tell better stories and be able to pick on family more. Also one day i might learn all the names of my kin.
My Blood
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Shall I show thee to a Cookout?
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What's my chief concern?
0 comments1) No money
Posted by Brian Deck at 7:40 PM
Quote to live by
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Underclassmen Guidence (sp)
0 commentsWhat would you say to a wide eyed feeble frosty?
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Facepalm
0 commentsIt was two shoes ago that I did not need them
Propaganda lays heavy arm in arm with added burden
Apparently there are multiple shades of green grass
Nobody said it’d be easy, no one said it’d be so hard
A warning sign from the other side would have been warranted
The vicious circle is everlasting, minus my day off and the Sabbath
It cares not for its patrons, its inhabitants, and the ones its designed for.
Curiosity and consideration is reserved for legal drinkers
Biological requirements is the least I ask, the right to leave is the most
Toppsy turvy, tomfollery, and to be announced, that’s my to do list
The monkey on my back only dismounts to climb the looming mountains of work
And only to return. Déjà vu
Alas, complaints run more than the fridge
Words all fall on deaf ears
Where’s Hailey’s flying ice in the sky?
I wish for more sand in the glass
Posted by Brian Deck at 7:12 PM
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