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Josh

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About Me

I am a simple man frome lubbock tx. I go to church and I am a teacher's aid for a rural school community. I have been a Local musian in my town for about 13 years playing guitar bass and banjo. I also make my own wine out of what ever kind of thing someone asks me to try. I hate computers and most people who get on them. Even writeing this message to any one who happens to read it really makes me feel like a tool because I'm only causeing what ever ad that is above this small paragragh to make alittle more money. But hey advertisers's kids got to eat to.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

I'd like to meet Chuck Norris and Joan Jett for the chess game

My Blog

Sand Pirate Blues

Down the hills and over the sea A bonnie of the colleen there was for me   Dark trecherous waves were my road Just as vile as the truth it showed   I found no island, or land of plenty nor o...
Posted by on Thu, 31 May 2007 08:31:00 GMT

Sober Poetry

I line up all the things I do not know Just to shoot them in their head Lies and things they think I should do And what in return I said Successful lies might block a failing truth but can not convinc...
Posted by on Thu, 05 Apr 2007 15:11:00 GMT

Dreaming while singing to a bunch of dumb rocks

The cell phone Killed the Rome of freedom on the hill   Take the Toll just to Slow the slavery on top of the Hill   Only that high will you not mind having nothing but time to kill   S...
Posted by on Tue, 30 Jan 2007 22:04:00 GMT

It's raining rocks drinkin with poor-try

What do you do When your feeling so blue and happiness is right across the Table from you   She's right there Time allowing her here but neither are very able not even the fear   two frowns...
Posted by on Fri, 22 Dec 2006 11:34:00 GMT

Letters of Complaint, between friends and modern fiction

(just for fun like a book of Bob Dlyan's children storys) Dear Burrito, I am terribly sorry that your grand uncle died.  And that you had to work your whole life for a big crappy peace of pain an...
Posted by on Wed, 29 Nov 2006 15:45:00 GMT

Your not who you think you are.

You are not who you think you are.  No one is.  So don't get surprised when you find a new feeling of destruction growing in your mind like a marigold in the spring time.  Pick that bit...
Posted by on Mon, 13 Nov 2006 22:37:00 GMT

More Drunkin Poe-tree

It is nice to be a Stranger, especially if your not It's odd to see a manger begining to rot It's fun to feel stranger when your some where you should not It's odd to try and cage her when you know th...
Posted by on Sat, 21 Oct 2006 12:52:00 GMT

Attencion Gossipers and Liers

I am a stupid man and I will never try to deny that.  But for all of you out there typeing away at yourselfs I would like to say a few things.  Jon and the Rambling Stranger is still and wil...
Posted by on Sat, 07 Oct 2006 13:37:00 GMT

Drunken Poet-try

It is difficult to sumerise The faith leaving from her eyes however happies that hope hinders is sarrow seized that someday splinders To teach that the only place that joy can grow is from a heart tha...
Posted by on Wed, 14 Jun 2006 09:33:00 GMT

hello...I'm new

I am a simple man that by simple natures found out something so marvelous that most of the people I come in contact with will never understand.  So I now attempt to try my luck at the worldly int...
Posted by on Thu, 27 Oct 2005 00:37:00 GMT