Raindrops Keep Falling on My Head

It has so been determined by the fates that no sense shall pop out of this conversation with the self. In fact the fates are also to be blamed for the sudden decline in the must-apply-every(burrloddy)where fever...
(you give me fever, fever!...)

They're also widely known to be responsible for what was clearly a lack of judgement exercised in the last 2 days of obvious 'freedom'...

You know, part of Achebe 'writing back' to the western world was about showing the Igbo culture as a miniscule part of the varied African culture and ways of conduct... In simple terms, the West conquered minds by pushing this certain superior image of itself on the colonized to try and create a sense of inadequacy in the peoples own culture. Britain will murmur gently, English is superior.... Indians will accept that as the truth and play down Hindi. (Very simply put) So anyway, the point was not yet another rant about the evils of a colonized mind... the point was in Achebe, he talked about male-crops like Yams and female-crops (which were mentioned in passing and have hence been forgotten by me, another way to marginalize women? or blame of poor memory of self being displaced? *shrugs* dunnoh!)
Before we grin at the absurdity of it.... think! (i know its hard...but slow thoughts do not mean special needs... promise)

Male drink
Female drink

tadaaaaaa. ultimately, we're all the same. regardless of how hard we try to cut the cords to the past.

Ps-turns out the great self manages to lean towards the male domain in reaching for the old bottle (to drown sorrows, naturally)....
Critical input? Rum is good. Whisky isn't bad (at all).
Oh inching closer to 21. I should know better by now... so they say.

Pssst you determined reader who made it aaaaaaall the way down to the bottom of the post (you precious precious soul)
Here. Pink-Heart-Toffee, shaped like words.

"If you put your hands around the speaker of the phone. The song becomes louder.. But thats an illusion.. It seems louder.. More intense.. A lie perhaps?.. Try listening without fingers curled around the speaker.. Lower.. But more real.. Closer to what it is.. What its supposed to sound like.. At least, then you know the truth. Louder or lower. You know what you're falling in love with."

Whats more, the punctuation is the way it was originally punched into drafts folder. Go, skip with joy chip-chup-munks.
(roll the tongue around that....chippymunks...chipurmonkiii..chipilicious?! no.)

I shouldn't end with a 'no'. Not even one that sound as cool and collected as the above (no.) But brackets dont count legally(?).
Yeah, all good and divine.
(some)love
(maybbeee more later, maybbeee not, crap...ended at not again.)

Those raindrops are fallin' on my head, they keep fallin'

But there's one thing I know
The blues they send to meet me won't defeat me
It won't be long till happiness steps up to greet me

Raindrops keep fallin' on my head
But that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turnin' red
Cryin's not for me'
Cause I'm never gonna stop the rain by complainin'
Because I'm free
Nothin's worryin' me

Raindrops keep fallin' on my head