ring the bells that still can ring, forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in
**feel free to add me to your friend and journal lists,
stalk me, bite me, message me**
i always respond if i'm on!
getting back into the swing of things. so much to re-learn
read back through my last profile, and some of it wasn’t so bad,
so it’s below.
Now married for 21 years, 22 in November.
I am so old. Hopefully not too crusty, but my font of
generosity has most definitely evaporated a smidge…
I will be making stamps, etc. I had a lot of fun with that the last time,
so we’ll see where that goes. That Photobucket watermark
is just crap. So, if anyone has suggestions,
feel free to message me.
I was surprised and warmed by how
nostalgic it feels to be back…
at any rate, let’s crack on!!
i guess, it's time for a new me...
new town, new house,
new furniture...with all this new around me,
it's time to re-do the old profile...
sometimes i don't want to
hang out with me, but where do i go to get away
it's not that i don't like myself, i happen to think
i can be interesting sometimes, but i can also
be whiney, self-absorbed, and more than
i have noticed though that my one
consistent trait is that i love to be a
devil's advocate! i apparently just enjoy being
the counterpoint to ANYthing!
all sides can be valid in the right place
at the right time...
situationally appropriate behavior
is the key to getting
away with anything!!!
i give everyone a 10, all portfolios a 10,
i add everyone and their journal...
i don't expect everyone to do the same,
and if you would like me to remove
you from my friend list or journal list,
no worries and no hard feelings!
just let me know
i kept these,
i like these...
some from song,
some from tale…
some are me,
some i just want to be…
let us begin…
if you are a dreamer, come in.
if you are a dreamer, a wisher,
a liar, a hoper, a prayer, a magic-bean-buyer.
if you're a pretender, come sit by my fire,
for we have some flax-golden tales to spin.
come in! come in!
a bathin suit
you chew a little juicy fruit
wash away the night
yeah, you chew a little juicy fruit
it’s good for ya soul
if you can’t do what you imagine,
then, what is imagination to you?
don’t throw your barbie dolls in the ocean,
there are more important things for them to do…
and plastic dolls can’t make calls
so ken never phones…
well, lucky number 7 passed me by,
lucky number 7 called my name and passed on by,
he came back, don’ cha know,
wit’ his brother 6 in tow,
and that’s how number 13 wound up at my side…
if you want my love, you got it,
when you need my love, you got it,
i won’t hide it,
i won’t throw your love away
I got money on me
Baby girl no problem
You rolling shawty?
Lets hit McDonald's
you’re story’s sad to tell, a teenage ne’er-do-well,
most mixed-up, non-delinquent on the block,
your future’s so unclear now,
what’s left of your career now?
can’t even get a trade-in on your smile…
i’ve got to do something about my life;
i can’t believe this has happened to me again.
i’m thinking of starting a line of
evil voodoo greeting cards ...
when i hold you in my arms
and when i feel my finger on your trigger
i know nobody can do me no harm
because happiness is a warm gun, momma
dollars and cents and no accident
not in the name of democracy
come get there, come be there
come let your socks fall down to your shoes
i love to feel the ground-o, ground-o,
ground beneath my feet.
the world is round-o, round-o,
just like a friggin’ beet.
omnia mutantur nihil interit
semper mutat, semper eadem
far far, there's this little girl
she was praying for something to happen to her
everyday she writes words and more words
just to spit out the thoughts that keep floating inside
any man's death diminishes me,
because i am involved in mankind,
and therefore never send to know
for whom the bell tolls;
it tolls for thee
there is nothing new under the sun
but there are lots of old things we don't know
you can get anything you want at alice’s restaurant…
it’s no surprise to me i am
my own worst enemy
‘cause every now and then
i kick the livin’ shit outta me
but i’m a creep
i’m a weirdo
what the hell am i doin’ here?
i don’t belong here
i’m falling down upon the earth,
and singing truth in rhyme
if i was a rolling stone,
i’d roll until i’m through
and if i was a garden,
i would bloom in black for you
in jedes Leben muß ein weniger Regen fallen
the Duncan Hills will wake you
from a thousand deaths
a cup of blackened blood
you're dying for a cup
it’s a bitch convincing people to like you
if i stop now, call me a quitter,
if lies were cats, you’d be a litter
della mia vita
i miei fiumi…
|Member Since:||May 06, 2009|
|Last Login:||Aug 25, 2021|
|World Visitor Map|