That long and winding gravel road that lead down to your place I used to walk it everyday just to see your face I wonder as I remember your front porch If you wonder If I love you anymore I remember taking walks down to that fishing hole And how I'd always tell you, friend My love is evermore
I love it! Would you be anti-gay marriage then because you are pro-pussy?
Good to see you here. I like this. That whole pondering things that you are so good at. The reason you are here is to be the bird, the shit, the seed and the tree. complete. The circle of life you know. Well, keep them coming. Miss you man. Catch you on the flipside.
I remember holdin on to you All them long and lonely nights I put you through Somewhere in there I'm sure I made you cry But I can't remember if we said goodbye CHORUS But I recall all of them nights down in Mexico One place I may never go in my life again Was I just off somewhere just too high But I can't remember if we said goodbye I only miss you here every now and then Like the soft breeze bl
Good to see you amongst the chosen few. You sound hot!?!? See you saturday, maybe earlier. Take it easy until then and keep that moonshine flowing.
Me and my gal, my gal's son We got met with a tear gas bomb I don't even know why we come Goin' back where we come from Oxford Town in the afternoon Ev'rybody singin' a sorrowful tune Two men died 'neath the Mississippi moon Somebody better investigate soon Oxford Town, Oxford Town Ev'rybody's got their heads bowed down The sun don't shine above the ground Ain't a-goin' down to Oxford Town<br
I sold my soul at the flea market today some would call it a crime All I got was two wooden nickels the equivelency of a dime I served my term not too long ago for commiting a little crime They locked me up for twenty long years the equivelency of my life I met a woman a little down the road she hitched me a ride I had
I know the second. I was there, so it is unfair. Is the first a Bone Marrow transplant?
Fuck 'em I'm your puppet does it even really matter anymore Act like you give a shit then walk your ass out the door talk a little bit Step on up Into that red S.U.V Drive away Fuck 'em I'm making you look good I guess i'm just a kid maybe a little misunderstood Changing? Fuck that I'll get old but
“Life Is Okay,” John thought to himself as he took a long pull off his beer, “As long as the bottle looks half full.” This was the way that got him through the day. Having to deal with basic tasks for him was never any fun; too predictable, too mundane, too everybody else’s way. John enjoyed walking his own path, or for better terms, wobbling his own path and falling
I did not realize that this was ancient news. I would like to know where the information proving that this is bogus could be found. As far as whore points go, that was never intended.
I found a very interesting article after having a conversation with a friend about none other than the Bush family. Bush has been compared to the Nazi regime which very interestingly is not all that far off. Prescott Bush, George W. Bush's grandfather was a personal banker to Hitler. Many of the Bush fortune comes from the Nazi legacy. Here's the link. http://www.lpda
The night innocently enough started with a case of beer, a jug of wine and a few good friends enjoying eachothers long awaited company. As the brews flowed smoothly down our throats, the wine was the chaser, and the tension in the air grew heavy. I had seen it coming for some time now. The conversation shiftly sharply as he banged his head against the nightst
So true. Hadn't given much thought to the fact that even as a child, the differences of sexes and what is acceptable within each is pounded into their heads. Fucked up if you think about it. Whatever happened to a striped shirt and baggy pants. Oh, how the world changes. But anyway, good article and an excellent observation.
Why can't you see my point of view To be honest it has nothing to do with you Call it a decision a simple vision It's just something I have to do I don't get down when you've made up your mind I just back away and let nature take it's time Spirits awoke now envoke Idealism in my prime T
Does nobody have a sense of humor?!?!
Watched the world crumble with these two eyes Now nuclear war will be our demise Canada won't you open your arms I'm leaving here To avoid harm I heard it myself the people have spoke It just seems surreal an unpractical joke Toronto you've never seemed so near I like Canadian baco
Well, I truly and honestly have no idea who this is. I will answer the question though. This was written after a long conversation with a friend who currently subsides in Oregon. The conversation rehashed the past in pleasant and unpleasant ways and brought up feelings of both as well. It is simply a retrospect of the conversation and the emotions I felt and could tell were being felt.
Also, if you argue that the right to vote should be given to adults who are legally incompetent That is the whole point that I am trying to make. These people are labeled on rules that were set up long ago. Many of them are eldery as well as suffering from developmental disabilities. There rights have b
Big fat raindrops Fall beneath the starline Tracing your sillhouette In the moonshine Up, Up above I see a star fall Reminding me of a time That I felt alone I can't seem to make sense Of this coincidence Falling to that Soaking ground Below The sky I've never seen it so red Dancing astral projectio
The difference between the 12 that have the right to vote and the others that don't is strictly based of guardianship issues. What the difference and why they don't have the right I am not sure.
I work at a home with adults that have physical and mental developmental disabailities. Today during a routine staff meeting the topic of voting was brought up and I was astonished to hear that out of 40 or so residents, only 12 have the right to vote. As the meeting slowly rolled on, and I drifted farthe into a sleepy state, this really started bugging me. As anyone
Is life like gambling town to town set out rambling I sat in a chair conversation in the air The tears aren't shed but the words tear through my head I wonder If I've ever loved a man more a time once forgotten In a time before Is life like rambling or are we all just
Latour999: I guess that is the point that I was trying to get to. Why would somebody vote for a person strictly on the basis that they share the same religion. That is as ridiculous as saying that men make better decisions than men, white than black, old than young. Sometimes I am just amazed by the way that people think.
separation Thank you for the correction.
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