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Posted: 6/13/2008 10:42:41 PM | Good, give me some time
to tie them monkees in twine?
good lord, won't work
I'm better off be-zerk!
just a few more glasses of wine...
and a sleepypill land mine...?
I can hear Mr. Bunny
making noises downstairs
he longs to be up here
with all us long hares....
so yup, I'm posting nonsense
hope it's okay
but
not too concerned
if it
ain't........
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Posted: 6/13/2008 11:05:39 PM | Hey there Delilah
What's it like in Lakeland City?
I'm a-three thousand miles away
But god, tonight you look so pretty
Yes you do
Times Square can't shine as bright as you
I swear it's true
Hey there Delilah
Don't you worry about the distance
I'm right there if you get lonely
Give this song another listen
Close your eyes
Listen to my voice, it's my disguise
I'm by your side
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
What you do to me
Hey there Delilah
I know times are getting hard
But just believe me,
Someday you'llo pay the bills with this guitar
We'll have it good
We'll have the life we knew we would
My word is good
Hey there Delilah
I've got so much left to say
If every simple song I wrote to you
Would take your breath away
I'd write it all
Even more in love with me you'd fall
We'd have it all
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Three thousand miles seems pretty far
But they've got planes and trains and cars
I'd walk to you if I had no other way
Our friends would all make fun of us
and we'll just laugh along because we know
That none of them have felt this way
Delilah I can promise you
That by the time we get through
The world will never ever be the same
And you're to blame
Hey there Delilah
You be good and don't you miss me
Two more years and you'll be done with school
And I'll be making history like I do
You'll know it's all because of you
We can do whatever we want to
Hey there Delilah here's to you
This one's for you
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
What you do to me.....
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Posted: 6/13/2008 11:34:07 PM | I think that muse and I are in a seduction competition
and I can't figure out who's winnin'
I swear I give the poor girl a contact high
god knows I try
you already know she's crazy
or she wouldn't love me
my life story
eh, ladies?
want to post song lyrics, muse?
I can do that, too
Mungo Jerry
» In The Summertime
In the summertime
when the weather is high
you can stretch right up
an' touch the sky
when the weather's fine
you got women
you got women on your mind.
Have a drink
have a drive
go out an' see what you can find.
If her daddie's rich
take her out for a meal
if her daddie's poor
just do as you feel
speed along the lane
do a ton
or a ton an'twenty five
when the sun goes down
you can make it
make it good in a lay-by.
We're not grey people
we're not dirty
we're not mean
we love everybody but we
do as we please
when the weather's fine
we go fishing
or go swimming in the sea.
we're always happy
life's for living
yeah ! That's our philosophy.
Whenthe winter's here
yeah
it's party time
bring a bottle
wear your bright clothes
it'll soon be summertime
and we'll sing again
we'll go driving
or maybe we'll settle down
if she's rich
if she's nice
bring your friends
an' we'll all go into town
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Posted: 6/13/2008 11:56:43 PM | okay....bring it babe....
She came from Providence,
the one in Rhode Island
Where the old world shadows hang
heavy in the air
She packed her hopes and dreams
like a refugee
Just as her father came across the sea
She heard about a place people were smilin'
They spoke about the red man's way,
and how they loved the land
And they came from everywhere
to the Great Divide
Seeking a place to stand
or a place to hide
Down in the crowded bars,
out for a good time,
Can't wait to tell you all,
what it's like up there
And they called it paradise
I don't know why
Somebody laid the mountains low
while the town got high
Then the chilly winds blew down
Across the desert
through the canyons of the coast, to
the Malibu
Where the pretty people play,
hungry for power
to light their neon way
and give them things to do
Some rich men came and raped the land,
Nobody caught 'em
Put up a bunch of ugly boxes, and Jesus,
people bought 'em
And they called it paradise
The place to be
They watched the hazy sun, sinking in the sea
You can leave it all behind
and sail to Lahaina
just like the missionaries did, so many years ago
They even brought a neon sign: "Jesus is coming"
Brought the white man's burden down
Brought the white man's reign
Who will provide the grand design?
What is yours and what is mine?
'Cause there is no more new frontier
We have got to make it here
We satisfy our endless needs and
justify our bloody deeds,
in the name of destiny and the name of God
And you can see them there,
On Sunday morning
They stand up and sing about
what it's like up there
They call it paradise
I don't know why
You call someplace paradise,
kiss it goodbye
but just so ya know....I'm singin out loud.....counts for double points yanno?
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Posted: 6/14/2008 12:16:40 AM | It’s just another day in paradise
As you stumble to your bed
You’d give anything to silence
Those voices ringing in your head
You thought you could find happiness
Just over that green hill
You thought you would be satisfied
But you never will-
Learn to be still
We are like sheep without a shepherd
We don’t know how to be alone
So we wander ’round this desert
And wind up following the wrong gods home
But the flock cries out for another
And they keep answering that bell
And one more starry-eyed messiah
Meets a violent farewell-
Learn to be still
Learn to be still
Now the flowers in your garden
They don’t smell so sweet
Maybe you’ve forgotten
The heaven lying at your feet
heheyahaaa...
There are so many contridictions
In all these messages we send
(we keep asking)
How do I get out of here
Where do I fit in?
Though the world is torn and shaken
Even if your heart is breakin’
It’s waiting for you to awaken
And someday you will-
Learn to be still
Learn to be still
You just keep on runnin’
Keep on runnin’ ...
get ready...I'm about to dip ya honey......
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Posted: 6/14/2008 12:25:25 AM | There are stars
In the southern sky
Southward as you go
There is moonlight
And moss in the trees
Down the seven bridges road
Now I have loved you like a baby
Like some lonesome child
And I have loved you in a tame way
And I have loved you wild
Sometimes there’s a part of me
Has to turn from here and go
Running like a child from these warm stars
Down the seven bridges road
There are stars in the southern sky
And if ever you decide
You should go
There is a taste of time sweetened honey
Down the seven bridges road...
okay, help me up off the floor babe................whew* | |
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Posted: 6/14/2008 12:34:08 AM | do you remember that sunny day?
somewhere in london in the middle of nowhere
didn't have nothing to do that day
didn't wanna do nothing anyway
you got a way of walking
you got a way of talking
and there's something about you
and now i know i never ever wanna be without you
i wanna be haunted by the ghost
i wanna be haunted by the ghost
i wanna be haunted by the ghost
i wanna be haunted by the ghost
of your precious love
of your precious love
first time i saw you standing in the street
you were so cool you could have put out Vietnam
all the girls ask "what's he like?"
i said "he's kind of shy but that's the kind of girl i am
he's my kind of guy"
i wanna be haunted by the ghost
i wanna be haunted by the ghost
i wanna be haunted by the ghost
i wanna be haunted by the ghost
of your precious love
of your precious love
of your precious love
i've build my world around you
i'll bless the day i found you
i'll stay beside you
i'll never leave or tell you all those
lies that you'd never believe
i wanna be haunted by the ghost
i wanna be haunted by the ghost
i wanna be haunted by the ghost
i wanna be haunted by the ghost
i wanna be haunted by the ghost
i wanna be haunted by the ghost
i wanna be haunted by the ghost
i wanna be haunted by the ghost
of your precious love
of your precious love
you got a way of walking
you got a way of talking
and there's something about you
that's the kind of girl i am he's my kind of guy
and now i know i never ever wanna be without you
i wanna be haunted by the ghost
i wanna be haunted by the ghost
i wanna be haunted by the ghost
i wanna be haunted by the ghost
and now i know i never ever wanna be without you
okay last one...and I'm leavin' it on your machine...............
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Posted: 6/14/2008 12:51:04 AM | lol, I can't top that one, muse hahahahahaha 
...and you knew that and did it on purpose... cheater
I'm not playing with you anymore 
lol
you never did tell the story of the ballpark stand off
but, I can just imagine it
I think that we've all been there
in one way or another
the song that came on when I started reading yours was "the joker"
yanno, stuck in the middle with you
"late in the evening" is on now
I love paul simon
and I don't want to waste this mood posting lyrics
I want to write something for you instead
I have no idea what form it will take
now some blues came on and it's really late
but, here goes..
I know absurd logic rocks your boat
sanity ain't nothing but society's perception
whatcha think about that?
as soul sister comes on my simple radio
too coolio
she's singing in french to me
vous do too, sometimes, baby
we seduced each other years ago
and we still long for each other
why is that, anyway?
we should have made our own babies
can you imagine our offspring?
a combination of you and me
talk about pirates
but, you'd give them class
and "call me" is on the radio now
and I know that you want me to
but, I have no idea what to sing to you
it's heading towards four and I'm confused
but, I'm already speaking to you, aren't I?
can't you hear my voice as I'm writing?
tell me what song I'm singing
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Posted: 6/14/2008 12:56:59 AM | you suprised me bobbysox...thought you were snoozin' again.....
so ummm, I'm singin cowboy songs now....an no need to worry, you won't get a note in, and nary a word anyways...........
^^ not editing, don't care 'bout that tonite........shoot me tommorrow, or buy me a hamburger on Tuesday...
okay...last song, I promise.............
I'm standing at the crossroads in life, and I don't know where to go.
You know you've got my heart babe, but my music's got my soul.
Let me play it one more time, I'll tell the truth and make it rhyme,
And hope they understand me.
Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
If I die before I wake, feed Jake, he's been a good dog,
My best friend right through it all, if I die before I wake,
Feed Jake
Now Broadway's like a sewer, bums and hookers everywhere.
Whino's passed out on the side walk, doesn't anybody care.
Some say he's worthless, just let him be.
But I for one would have to disagree.
And so would their mama.
Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
If I die before I wake, feed Jake, he's been a good dog,
My best friend right through it all, if I die before I wake,
Feed Jake
If you get an ear pierced, some will call you gay.
But if you drive a pick-up, they'll say 'No, he must be straight.'
What we are and what we ain't, what we can and what we can't,
Does it really matter?
Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
If I die before I wake, feed Jake, he's been a good dog,
My best friend right through it all, if I die before I wake,
Feed Jake
Mississippee Pirates.....like? how could I not?
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Posted: 6/14/2008 1:42:27 AM | jungle love just came on
and everything's better when wet
god, I love that line
let's get it on
is on now
talk about mellow
just hanging out and feeling soulful
and there ain't no reason to call a woman who can still hear my voice
I'll call when you start to forget me
I know that you can still hear me singing
I can feel your hips swaying
vino, darlin?
with a boilermaker tequila?
elton john is on now.. bennie and the jetssssssss
want to get naked?
you know I read it in a magazine......
and when I did, I screamed
what's going to be next.. the tower of babel?
It's a five star with a hot tub from what I've heard
hu heffer is recruiting half of the women on the internet
and rory is making his bets
god I love great tits
sway them
want some mellow muse?
sweet maria is on now
tune this one in if you want a mood
it really flows
 good thing cows have so many stomachs or I'd puke over all this sweet clover
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Posted: 6/14/2008 1:54:55 AM | I might have lost the contest.. but, someone has to be a loser
here's a runner up, though
Chicosci
Sweet Maria lyrics:
Bless this night
I’m entering the fold with everything to lose
Let me be ready for the end
With both guns blazing
Nothing can stop this war tonight
Can you be my shelter?
Your suicide kisses will be mine
Sweet Maria
Guide these bullets in the air
Beautiful clash
I’m a blinded fool again
Now I’ll be cut and bruised
A lovely blade run through my neck
My landmine valentine
These silver bullets will open your eyes
And I’ll be here breathing
Your suicide kisses will be mine
Sweet Maria
Guide these bullets in the air
Three more in the chamber and I said
Sweet Maria
Grace this moment, hear my prayer
I feel you beside me
Touch me, I tremble
My final dance, this means everything
Everything to me
These silver bullets will open your eyes
And I’ll be here breathing
Your suicide kisses will be mine
Sweet Maria
Guide these bullets in the air
Three more in the chamber and I said
Sweet Maria
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Posted: 6/14/2008 1:57:20 AM | wholly banana's....I am so not mellow babydog...
was cutting the rug
Down at a place called the jug
With a girl named linda lu
When in walked a man
With a gun in his hand
And he was looking for you know who.
He said, hey there fellow,
With the hair colored yellow,
Watcha tryin to prove?
cause thats my woman there
And Im a man who cares
And this might be all for you.
I was scared and fearing for my life.
I was shakin like a leaf on a tree.
cause he was lean, mean,
Big and bad, lord,
Pointin that gun at me.
I said, wait a minute, mister,
I didnt even kiss her.
Dont want no trouble with you.
And I know you dont owe me
But I wish youd let me
Ask one favor from you.
(chorus)
wont you give me three steps,
Gimme three steps mister,
Gimme three steps towards the door?
Gimme three steps
Gimme three steps mister,
And youll never see me no more.
Well the crowd cleared away
And I began to pray
As the water fell on the floor.
And Im telling you son,
Well, it aint no fun
Staring straight down a forty-four.
Well he turned and screamed at linda lu
And thats the break I was looking for.
And you could hear me screaming a mile away
As I was headed out towards the door....
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Posted: 6/14/2008 12:00:08 PM | Figured I'd go ahead and change the title back
I doubt muse will be cranking the volume up
Plus has two kids that need looking after
as I crack another beer 'cause I'm a bachelor
I'll find something else to write about..
the lakes are all drying up in the southeast
up north their houses are floating away
the tornado at the boy scout camp was uncalled for
makes me believe in god even less than I did before
and I'm not buying Revelations
anymore than I do the weather station
when I bow, it's to Mother Nature
she is the ruler of our round jungle
lighting can strike in a clear blue sky
the moon and the sun flirting cause the tides
that's Mother Nature just letting out a sigh
people just pretend that they're educated and civilized
we're really just a bunch of ants on an ant hill in Her yard
sometimes She just takes the hose and washes us out
She just sneezes softly and there goes a whole town
Mother Nature is the true God
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Posted: 6/14/2008 4:15:42 PM | good write you red haired indian you *smile.
a momentary rant
the kid just called
from Delta's terminal
Atlanta Airport
seems they can't find the
fvking CREW lol lol
no sxht
the pilot and a few others
are MIA
they won't even let them go get drunk
(that's probably where the crew is tho)
cause they keep saying it could be 10 minutes
for 5 hours they keep saying that lol
terrorism ain't this countries problem these day
it's that damn zombie air the government keeps pumping in I swear lol
if he hadn't sounded so tired
I would have begged him to rent a car and drive(only 4 hours)
I flew with a drunken Delta Pilot one day
and he nearly missed the runway
I could tell he was having second thoughts about
boarding this plane today
one of those silent, unspoken moments hanging in the air
neither of us would say
you see what happens dog when the door opens to that energy
the kid feels it too *smile
why else would he call me just to chat
did I tell you he made my day this week
told my sis he and I were just alike
(cept my grocery market is my front yard
and he owns condos all over hells creation and outside lol)
told my sis he attributes all his accomplishments
to being raised by me and knew the things I gave up to keep it that way
he never said that to me
you know it made me cry buckets lol
but I always knew we were the same inside
he feels that energy just as strong as me
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Posted: 6/15/2008 1:07:44 AM | yanno what? I just adore you
you glow with aura
the travel agent that I used to date told me what Delta stands for
Doesn't Even Leave The Airport
I feel your energy too
I always do
You're always a mushy mashy jumble of love
even when you're pyssed off
I used to fly back and forth to chicago all the time
do you remember Kiwi airlines?
I could get a oneway ticket for about 99 dollars
I'd fly up and buy a truck load of cars
anyway, this ain't about me
this is about Kiwi
they were employee owned
and it showed
the pilots knew me by my first name
I sat in the back with the stewardesses and played
drank gin the whole way
normally took off before the plane
I've got some wings around here somewhere
I used to wear them on my Kiwi's Pub t-shirt
which used to be an obscure neighborhood bar in Orlando
and that always made the stewardesses giggle
"Hi Bobbie.. your usual exit row seat?"
you know it, darlin..
how's that night school goin'?
come tell me about what you've been learnin'
their motto should have been fly the friendly skies
hard working, recently single house wives
re-educating themselves for a brave new world
while making sure I was comfortable while on tour
I don't remember why they went bankrupt
hope it wasn't all of the free tanqueray I soaked up
I told them to just stock me the large bottle
those tiny ones must have cost them a fortune
 this isn't what I came to write about.. but, I read first.. lol | |
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Posted: 6/15/2008 2:43:15 AM | LOL..Sorry Dog..i warned YOU..the next few weeks I am INSANE with NO BRAIN*smile.
Can this week get ANY stranger I wonder...
a beautiful strange tho *smile..
I feel your energy too
I always do
You're always a mushy mashy jumble of love
even when you're pyssed off
shhhhh only a few know this about me *smile.....I have to put up a front yanno lol .remember i don't own a gun and live in the HOOD lol lol......oddly I grow to love my hood more and more.....it's so RICH in LIFE and EMOTIONs...a soap opera too as only YOU know lol ...strange what a garden can teach you *smile..and those who love you *smile.
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Posted: 6/15/2008 11:44:09 PM | another pal that doesn't edit much.. lol 
I haven't felt very fatherly lately, babe..
and I'm just out taking my keyboard for a walk
I'll try to keep it on a leash :P
maybe I should just write something for the Indian Princess
that's always the safest bet...
that and drea will get it
I've been looking at pictures again..
what the hell is going on?
the feral cats are pickin' on my dogs
and I've got a fence around the yard
guess ex was right.. meow mix is like crack for cats
I've got to quit feeding them that
one tried to fly into the window like a bird
no shyt.. a couple months ago
knocked the inside cat right off the window sill
monitor kitty is dead now
I think I'll ramble about beauty for awhile
is it really just in the eye of the beholder?
or does everyone see what I see?
I often wonder
and I love van Gogh
another case of the blind leading the blind?
yes, I am a sucker for a pretty anything
but, can I make you see what I'm seeing?
I have no recourse other than my poor word painting
and I always picture the world naked
I don't find that to be a sin
think Mona Lisa was a virgin?
men have been molding women out of clay since women were created
before words were even invented
worshipping beauty is instinct
evolution is what allows us to see it from the inside
allows us to put down into words what we see in a woman's eyes
and some women wear black well and are painted pink down deep
all art ever uttered by man or beast
was in one way or another created from beauty
the Indian Princess is on my easel tonight
I never realized that brown eyes could catch on fire
but, I didn't come here to write about denial
I could write a thousand words and not paint a single picture
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Posted: 6/16/2008 3:48:31 AM | Dear Theologian
I have a few questions, and I thought you would be the right person to ask. It gets tough sometimes, sitting up here in heaven with no one to talk to. I mean really talk to. I can always converse with the angels, of course, but since they don't have free will, and since I created every thought in their submissive minds, they are not very stimulating conversationalists.
Of course, I can talk with my son Jesus and with the "third person" of our holy trinity, the Holy Spirit, but since we are all the same, there is nothing we can learn from each other. There are no well-placed repartees in the Godhead. We all know what the others know. We can't exactly play chess. Jesus sometimes calls me "Father," and that feels good, but since he and I are the same age and have the same powers, it doesn't mean much.
You are educated. You have examined philosophy and world religions, and you have a degree which makes you qualified to carry on a discussion with someone at my level--not that I can't talk with anyone, even with the uneducated believers who fill the churches and flatter me with endless petitions, but you know how it is. Sometimes we all crave interaction with a respected colleague. You have read the scholars. You have written papers and published books about me, and you know me better than anyone else.
It might surprise you to think that I have some questions. No, not rhetorical questions aimed at teaching spiritual lessons, but some real, honest-to-God inquiries. This should not shock you because, after all, I created you in my image. Your inquisitiveness is an inheritance from me. You would say that love, for example, is a reflection of my nature within yourself, wouldn't you? Since questioning is healthy, it also comes from me.
Somebody once said that we should prove all things, and hold fast that which is good. My first question is this:
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Posted: 6/16/2008 5:51:53 AM | dayum guys! AD and Dog both put me out of the zone with those..
I kept having these moments while reading of almost gasping at the beauty of certain lines
and the one that sent my soul out of the top of my head again
was the line about the Indian Princess being on your Easel tonight..
I loved that line..I will be stealing that from you if only reusing it in my emails as code words
but, there were so many that kept causing those little sudden heart races as the emotions build up inside me, just before the tears explode outside of me..
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Posted: 6/16/2008 9:25:07 PM | don't post any of that copyright shyt on my thread beautiful dreamer
I already know that you're a screamer
amen?
I guess drea is giving her own secret away
told you she was mashy mushy everyday
and here's a quickie for Ash
got that totino's in the toaster oven
I wish that I could microwave them
If it was winter, I'd try deep fryin' one
totino's with a pop-out timer?
chicken pot pie people are tasteful
just maybe not your taste.. but, we don't care
and we don't spit our wine out unless it sucks
yanno, Ash? what the fvck?
the three second rule doesn't apply in the south
if the dog didn't catch it, you'd better have that in your mouth
boy
just blow off the ants
crunch on the sand
or go hungry
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Posted: 6/18/2008 12:44:52 AM | I learn so much from talking with Drea
she's a walking, talking plethera
and she knows to put things into tiny words
while explaining life to the dog
let's see.. maybe a lil ramble
"and I don't know why I came here tonight" lol
there was a kid gunned down at the lakeland mall
but, I want to ramble about something beautiful
not about what the world is coming to
I adore native american women
I don't know what it is about them
there's just this hidden depth
makes 'em a charcoal haired soul abyss
mmmmm and god do I love soul
and I despise the cold
I pretty much quit playing with barbie dolls
too high of a pedestal
and I suffer from heightophobia
here I go again..
I mean with another ramble.. not for another barbie doll
I'm kinda spoiled now
I've been looked straight in the heart
the Indian Princess taught me how to look back
my skin's gotten redder ever since
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Posted: 6/18/2008 5:45:14 AM | watchoo mean?....are you a redneck?....i'm kiddin'....
the three second rule doesn't apply in the south
if the dog didn't catch it, you'd better have that in your mouth
~classic~ that was awesome...
'cause you know granny will knock your ass into tomorrow
if you waste one bite of food
and where I come from
knockin' some sense into your youngin ain't considered to be
wrong or rude
now you can call that some backwards shit if you wanna
but I know the difference 'tween wrong and right
and the old woman that started all that shit
would give u the shirt offa her back if you'd like
b-dawg, darlin, I thought of you
as I housesit for a friend this week
got cable galore...with tons of channels to explore
now I'm startin to see the future as bleak
I see that what's considered okay by standards today,
is ruining the minds of the kids
I always said I wouldn't sound like my daddy,
but dammit I think I just did
so, on thursday I'll return to my own place
without that wonderful remote in hand
and to be quite honest, I was much more happy
with my head stuck in the stand
yep
3 channels for me (if it ain't cloudy)
that's all there'll ever be
and .... hayel yeah Ima deep fry me a totinos.....damn good idea dawg....you ever watch that Paula Dean?.....that chick deep-fry's every damned thang....and, yeah, she's southern as a pan of pawn bread....bless her heart | |
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