Funny Pictures
I'd like to meet:
.. width="425" height="350" .... width="425" height="350" ..These arent too well recorded but it sounds good for being recorded with a palm pilot eh? The faceless dreamer strikes again ah ha ha ha.. width="425" height="350" .... width="425" height="350" ..WoWIe!!!!!
Music:
Neil Young, James Taylor, CSNY, Iron and Wine, Pink floyd, Ryan Adams, Whiskeytown, Porcipine Tree, Sun Kil Moon, Blind Melon, Boards of Canada, Widespread Panic, Phish, MoFro, Moe,The Doors, Grateful Dead and Jerrys bluegrass stuff and side stuff, Amos Lee, Tori Amos, Johnathan Rice, Damien Rice, David Gray, Coldplay, Ben Harper, Nektar, Sigur Ros, Rare Earth, Beth Orton Nick Drake, I guess thats enough, you get the point
Books:
The Road not Taken
Robert Frost.......Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long i stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where in the undergrowth;Then took the other, as just as fair,
and having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;Though as for that, the passing there
had worn them really about the same,And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on the way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in the wood and I-
took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Heroes:
The Crossraods
a place where ghosts
reside to whisper into
the ears of travellers &
interest them in their fateHitchhiker drinks:
"I call again on the dark
hidden gods of blood"-Why do you call us?
You know our price. It
never changes. Death of
you will give you life
& free you from a vile
fate. But it is getting late.-If I could see you again
& talk w/ you, & walk a
short while in your company,
& drink the heady brew
of your conversations,
I thought-to rescue a soul already
ruined. To achieve respite.
To plunder green gold
on a pirate raid & bring
to camp the glory of old.-As the capesman faces
poisoned horns & drinks
red victory; the soldier,
too, w/ his trophy, a
pierced helmet; & the
ledge-walker shuddering
his way into inward grace-(laughter) Well, then. Would
you mock yourself?-No.-Soon our voices must become
one, or one must leave.-Jim Morrison
