Gavin & Stacey - Nessa's Best Bits |
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hVDw4DgjTUw
Posted by on Mon, 20 Oct 2008 09:50:00 GMT |
Written by: Charles Bukowski |
my daughter is mostgloriouswe are eating a take-out snack in my carin Santa Monica.I say, "hey, kid,my life has beengood, so good."she looks at me.I put my head downon the steering wheel,shudder, then...
Posted by on Mon, 29 Oct 2007 20:35:00 GMT |
from one angry girl |
I am not a feminist but:I APPRECIATE THE RIGHT TO CHOOSE MY GOVERNMENT REPRESENTATIVES, I ENJOY THE OPTION OF WEARING PANTS OR SHORTS IF I WANT TO, I'M PLEASED THAT I WAS ALLOWED TO LEARN TO READ AND ...
Posted by on Mon, 29 Oct 2007 17:00:00 GMT |
nostalgic |
I think about youmore than i shouldI can think thoughtsthat make that ok,I've been toldI'm a friend tothe changing seasonsthe wind knowsmy name and whispers it in your earand yet youstill won't answer...
Posted by on Sat, 06 Oct 2007 12:15:00 GMT |
numbers don’t lie |
there's a patternthat you've overlapped nowthe numbers don't lieyou've closed offmy heartand nowi just needto get backto myachievement profileyou think youknow my mindfrom your stolen bits of my poetr...
Posted by on Sat, 06 Oct 2007 11:53:00 GMT |
Gentle pull... |
gentle pull...storm star,easy onimaginewhen they fly...which good onedoes she leave with?watch the childthat saw a dinosaur king,honorwhat animal truthcame of green songssung sweetly in your soul.
Posted by on Sat, 06 Oct 2007 11:41:00 GMT |
longing |
written by: Ono No KimashiThis night of no moon!----Threre is no way to meet himI rise in longing...my heart pounds a leaping flame--I am consumed.
Posted by on Sat, 06 Oct 2007 11:26:00 GMT |
prayer of love |
i pray that the moonlit nighthas not forgotten youthat the starsin their infinite wisdom still burn in your namethatour bodiesburning in their midnight torment of estcasywill burn foreverunchanged
Posted by on Mon, 01 Oct 2007 01:48:00 GMT |
"30cents, two transfers, love"by:Richard Brautigan |
"30cents, two transfers, love"
thinking hard about you
i got on the bus
and paid 30cents car fare
and asked the driver for two transfers
before discovering
i was alone.
Posted by on Fri, 21 Sep 2007 15:57:00 GMT |
"hinged to forgetfulness like a door"by: Richard Brautigan |
Hinged to forgetfulness like a door,
she slowly closed out of
sight,
and she was the woman I loved,
but too many times she slept like
a mechanical deer in my caresses,
and I ached in the metal...
Posted by on Fri, 21 Sep 2007 15:52:00 GMT |
