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Mama Cass

Keepin' it real since 1987

About Me

In the attics of my life, full of cloudy dreams unreal. Full of tastes no tongue can know, and lights no eyes can see. When there was no ear to hear, you sang to me.I have spent my life seeking all thats still unsung. Bent my ear to hear the tune, and closed my eyes to see. When there was no strings to play, you played to me.In the book of loves own dream, where all the print is blood. Where all the pages are my days, and all the lights grow old. When I had no wings to fly, you flew to me, you flew to me.In the secret space of dreams, where I dreaming lay amazed. When the secrets all are told, and the petals all unfold. When there was no dream of mine, you dreamed of me.

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My Interests

Everything. Being outside. Hammocks. Dancin' around in the grass with no shoes. Live music. Festivals. NELSON'S LEDGES. Not caring too much. Badd ass drum beats. Good company. The musical talents of all my beautiful friends. Campin'. Sleeping outside when I have a bed inside. Desert Moon Cafe. Loving my turtle. Discovery Channel. Swimming in lakes. Kayaking. Handmade clothing.

I'd like to meet:

R.I.PUncle Andy, Mikey, Mike the Killa, Brandin and Steve ...craziness happens...all too fast.

Music:

Get up n' dance stuff.

Movies:

Yes.

Television:

Weeds. Simpsons. Family guy. Robot Chicken.

Books:

Neale Donald Walsch

Heroes:

R.I.P Uncle Andy. You are like no other. I love you.Lay down my dear brother, lay down and take your rest, Won't you lay your head upon your savior's chest, I love you all, but Jesus loves you the best And we bid you goodnight, goodnight, goodnight.I would never ride, well, I would never ride (goodnight, goodnight) But His rod and His staff, they comfort me (goodnight, goodnight) Tell "A" for the ark, that wonderful boat (goodnight, goodnight) Tell "B" for the beast at the ending of the wood (goodnight, goodnight) You know it ate all the children when they wouldn't be good, Walking in Jerusalem just like John (goodnight, goodnight) I go walking in the valley of the shadow of death, And we bid you goodnight, goodnight, goodnight.