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Guess there are times and places for personal issues. I doubt Gaia has ever really been the place, and on Gaia, thusly, there is no good time. Oh well, you live and learn. I've gotten so ingrained in this journal habit again that I feel compelled to update every damn day. I really, really shouldn't since it will make this thing the size of a phonebook in a few months, and I will lose any and all readership. See, we all say that readership doesn't matter, it really does. We are horrible liars. i could blather on about the usual work related bullshit, or b***h about how my car cost me 528.28$ to fix, or about anything really. I rant and b***h quite well. It's something I have a knack for. But, today my little readers, I'm going to spare you this special helping of pain, and just post some lyrics and some quotes. Look grateful.
"May the forces of evil become confused on the way to your house" -George carlin
"Well, if crime fighters fight crime and fire fighters fight fire, what do freedom fighters fight? They never mention that part to us, do they?"
-George carlin.
"The very existence of flame-throwers proves that some time, somewhere, someone said to themselves, You know, I want to set those people over there on fire, but I'm just not close enough to get the job done." -George Carlin.
Brand new
"Guernica"
Ever since I was young your word is the word that always won.
Worry and wake the ones you love.
A phone call I'd rather not receive.
Please use my body while I sleep.
My lungs are fresh and yours to keep,
Kept clean and they will let you breathe.
Is this the way a toy feels when its batteries run dry?
I am the watch you always wear but you forget to wind.
Nobody plans to be half a world away at times like these,
so I sat alone and waited out the night.
The best part of what has happened was the part I must have missed.
So I'm asking you to shine it on and stick around.
I'm not writing my goodbyes.
I submit no excuse.
If this is what I have to do I owe you every day I wake.
If I could I would shrink myself and sink through your skin to your blood cells
and remove whatever makes you hurt but I am too weak to be your cure.
Is this the way a toy feels when its batteries run dry?
I am the watch you always wear but you forget to wind.
Nobody plans to be half a world away at times like these,
so I sat alone and waited out the night.
The best part of what has happened was the part I must have missed.
So I'm asking you to shine it on and stick around.
I'm not writing my goodbyes.
I'm not letting you check out.
You will beat this starting now and you will always be around.
I'm there to monitor your breathing
I will watch you while you're sleeping.
I will keep you safe and sound.
Does anybody remember back when you were very young.
Did you ever think that you would be this blessed?
 Twistex · Tue Feb 08, 2005 @ 08:26pm · 1 Comments |
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