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Thanks Brandon :)
(Some people feel the rain. Others Just get wet. -Bob Dylan)
music (any), dancing (tables), fretting (often), chasing the sun (not necessarily in that order)
I laid awake a whole night long, waiting for the sun to beat down on my head in this broken bed
I laid awake and dreamt of ships passing through night, searching for shelter, stopping at no harbor
I heard the screaming waters call sixty sailors' names. Raging words, pounding on the sail like an angry whale
I felt the iron rudder skip the smell of seeping oil, the heat of slipping rope. Failing hands, failing hope
Every sailor asks... asks the question about the cargo he is carrying
God's anger broke through the clouds and He spilt the cargo for all to see. The fault of the sailor, the fault of he
who asks no questions
about the cargo he is carrying
Fishes and tales and a fisherman's daughter... walks in the rain, she walks to the water... to the sea.
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Carl
Free Hugs :)
cow. yip. cow. yip yip yip.
Daniel Lanois; Telepopmusik; Brian Eno; Retro anything; Erykah Badu; Meshell Ndegeocello; Jaco Pastorius; K-os; Israel Kamakawiwo'ole; the "mahnamahna" muppet; Arrested Development; Feist; Sade; Annie Lennox; Leonard Cohen; Ella ("It's a huge hit - I hope I remember all the words"); Holly Cole; Diana Krall; Chet Baker; Miles Davis; Mike Oldfield; Nusound; Peter Gabriel; Boz Scaggs; Afro Celt; I'm a bit of a progger, but I'm no Yes-girl; Jesse Cook; Harry Connick; Broken Social Scene; Jackson Browne; Heart; Rush; Dream Theatre; Jack Johnson; Kate Bush; Bob Marley; Dave Matthews Band; Nacho Sotomayor; Cat Stevens; Blossom Dearie; Geoff Tate; Metallica (best not to ask)
"Mr. Kazu sent me, premium fantasy. My stockings. Lip them"
"He didn't fall? Inconceivable"
"I had a farm in Africa, at the foot of the Ngong hills"
"Ian, you put a greased naked woman, on all fours, with a dog collar around her neck, and a leash, and a man's arm extended out up to here, holding onto the leash, and pushing a black glove in her face to sniff it. You don't find that offensive?"
"...No, I don't"
If it's about an explorer, I'll read it. If it's about self development, I'll write in it. If it has Fabio on the cover, it'll make a handy door stop.
All the many friends I've met over the last few years who give their dedication, hearts, and souls to lifting us all to a better place.
And can I say? Only on MySpace would Carl Jung be my friend... (I refuse to own my INTP-ness, and here he sits judging me with those beady little eyes)