Some dialogue |
1. So what are you doing today?2. Me. Well, it's open. Don't really plan. Seat of the pants. Live for the moment. Spontaneity is the spice of life. You?1. Me. I'm going to a hockey game down in Virgin...
Posted by on Sun, 11 May 2008 06:57:00 GMT |
If I never hear.... |
"You go, girl". Where? They never tell you that."Fucking A" man comes to mind immediately. What does this phrase even mean? If there a "fucking b" that I don't know about. "Yo", Is 'yo' a word or pun...
Posted by on Wed, 12 Sep 2007 17:59:00 GMT |
knowing me knowing you uh huh |
John Lennon once wrote in his amazing song Love which appears on his album Plastic Ono Band that -Love is real, real is loveLove is feeling, feeling loveLove is wanting to be lovedLove is touch, touch...
Posted by on Tue, 31 Jul 2007 17:22:00 GMT |
right now |
Consider the idea of now. Got it. Ok. Guess what? You need a new one because that one is gone. Now is a measurement of time, but time doesn't stand still. Time constantly moves forward, the digits alw...
Posted by on Wed, 25 Jul 2007 17:48:00 GMT |
ohhh yeahhh |
Sorry to everyone that I've been out of contact for a while. I just spend the best time in Washington DC with my brother by choice Paul. Talk to you all later. Gotta unpack and hit the z's right now.
Posted by on Sun, 08 Jul 2007 19:36:00 GMT |
A few gripes. |
1. The handicapped spot. People who park in the handicapped space who possess no handicap except they are lazy insensitive wads who don't have the brains God gave to an animal cracker or the compass...
Posted by on Sun, 13 May 2007 12:10:00 GMT |
How goes it? |
Some one asked me "how goes it?" I replied "It is a strong current whose gentle radiance sweeps the length, width and height of every peak and valley ripping off our starry eyed resi...
Posted by on Fri, 23 Mar 2007 21:09:00 GMT |
Big Hands |
"Look at the hands on that guy. You know what that means." We've all heard it. Big hands somehow genetically translate to a big penis. It doesn't really make sense to me. It doesn't stand up to scient...
Posted by on Sun, 18 Feb 2007 07:46:00 GMT |
Flames Into A Sun |
A writer stares into the nightdefies the empty pagea silent symphony plays onhis muse has stepped awaybut through his rage he holds his firedestiny or sheer desirethe tiny dot ignites, inspireshis hem...
Posted by on Sun, 31 Dec 2006 12:41:00 GMT |
You and I |
You and IWe could last foreverIf you and I survive tonight In our timeWe have loved each otherThen there's times just like tonight Hold onHold on to each otherHold on tonight Now and thenWe will see a...
Posted by on Sun, 17 Dec 2006 12:59:00 GMT |
