cigarette. |
The other night I was at Ernie Biggs.I was standing with some friends, and one of them went to take some cigarettes out. 2 dropped on the floor...I retrieved them and went to hand them back.(caus...
Posted by carder. on Thu, 03 Jan 2008 12:22:00 PST |
she was for heaven. |
she was steadfast. she was my heart. hope of hope. she left me subtle. nostalgic and ethereal. she found me. frozen in her frame. a canvas of white. she spilled her life. brushed me into her beauty ne...
Posted by carder. on Fri, 02 Feb 2007 08:28:00 PST |
I Smiled Goodbye. |
strange, and you know ityou cannot believe that I would go on without youyou play your funny gamesand always turn my waybut I'll still go on without youI'm finding a new wayto live lifesustained by gr...
Posted by carder. on Sat, 22 Apr 2006 12:10:00 PST |
California Dreaming? |
If you're leavingDon't let me knowI'm tired of seeing You walk out the doorJust leave me dreamingI'm alright here aloneOn my own...Still she said,"Baby, I'm going to californiaI thought that I should ...
Posted by carder. on Sat, 15 Apr 2006 03:42:00 PST |
Do it! |
Now you tell me about you!YOU1. Name:2. Date of birth:3. Where you live:4. What makes you happy:5. Currently listening/the last thing you listened to:6. Do you read my blogs?:7. If yes, what makes it ...
Posted by carder. on Sun, 19 Feb 2006 01:12:00 PST |
I Want To See Like This.... |
Be Thou my vision, O Lord of my heartNot be all else to me, save that Thou art.Thou my best thought by day or by night.Waking or sleeping Thy presence, my light.Riches I heed not, nor man's empty prai...
Posted by carder. on Wed, 28 Dec 2005 04:16:00 PST |
Out of the Ordinary.... |
Oh my dear, sometimes seems to be the distance of an echoAnd I'm living the last ripple of sound called from Your voice.Smiles come and go, my head raised to the sky yet falls so far down.My heart is ...
Posted by carder. on Fri, 25 Nov 2005 06:37:00 PST |
Just Fine |
Shut the door its time to rest. We can smile each other to sleep at best. So fall asleep where you used to be. In the comfort of my arms or where you felt you could breathe. Sundays comin and...
Posted by carder. on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
