oh yeah hell yeah mongolia
hell yeah Israel™
I guess you got to be discrete about that
when you post anything to the wide world wait
Life imitates Art
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yeah though I see the the world through a Prism™
though I walk through the valley of the big data
I will fear no wisdom
so they say fear of the Lord™ is the beginning of that
life choices at eight
not to suicide
staying in for the long haul
dam these torpedoes of forlorn rags
regrets
just the money
the children
the women
no wives, no children, not much money either
life stories
the manure from which we write
in the wind again
starting over again
I will pick up my life again in the Valley of The Virginias
winter a hell of a time of year to set out on the road again
feeling some self pity
Texas winters are kind
it may still be old Dixie
but Virginia winters are Yankee winters
every ten years the Baltimore bitch gets her tit in a ringer and calls me
and i throw my life in the wind and ride to the rescue
it is a fleshy bond that connects some of us to women
hard to live without that but I do
just my karma
it is a higher love than that joins a brother to a sister
and her children
a maternal uncle is the next best thing to being a father I guess.
the white night little sister syndrome
on the upside I still miss my Shenandoah Home
how ya would top a hill round a curve and see the mountains spread out purple haze
play it for me jimi tambourine man please