He was a cowboy, mister, and he loved the land. He loved it so much he made a woman out of dirt and married her. But when he kissed her, she disintegrated. Later, at the funeral, when the preacher said, 'Dust to dust,' some people laughed, and the cowboy shot them. At his hanging, he told the others, 'I'll be waiting for you in heaven---with a gun."
My Interests
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I wish I would have a real tragic love affair and get so bummed out that I'd just quit my job and become a bum for a few years, because I was thinking about doing that anyway.
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My Blog
oh why the fuck not
Thats right I was qouted in the Chicago Tribune- 3/19/06- "But nothing and nobody was seriously damaged, with the exception of good taste. Team Pixie Revolt comprised of men in leotards and wings pu... Posted by on Mon, 27 Mar 2006 11:29:00 GMT
My 1st Blog
Sounds like my first speak and read. which is basically what my brain feels like right now, a robot voice trapped inside a little plastic yellow 80s tote-ware. i leave tomorrow to dri... Posted by on Fri, 17 Mar 2006 00:04:00 GMT
