checking for a pulse

yes, still alive

life; properly epic

full of noise and commotion

and change

still a heartbeat

inner voice

Dear Universe:
I've recently developed a propensity to talk to myself. This is pretty weird. All these years, I've barely uttered a few words to myself on special occasions. Now I'm having long convoluted gab fest's, as if little voices in my head had busted out and gone amuck, and decided never to shut up. What's going on?
                                                                               .

Dear Sweet Child :
It's a good sign that you're getting all the murmuring background noise out in the open. Not just for you, but for most people, thoughts and feeling that had been hidden or secret are becoming available to your conscious mind.
Once you clear out the backing, ...the really useful revelations will begin.
Listen Closely!

~The Universe

John Hughes

Life goes by pretty fast.
If you don't stop and look around
once in a while............
you could miss it.

~Ferris Bueller 1986


RIP John Hughes

.

my own song

i shall be my own song
i will create my own rythm
that expresses my own ideas
and emotions
in significant form
i will be the single melody
different from the worlds harmony
i will sing you your own sweet chorus
i will be the very music to your soul
and together we shall be
harmony

.

~j~

hell~yeah

Dear Santa,

I need these Afrolicious Speakers.

Like the flowers need the rain, I need them!

Yes, I'm well aware of our last talk,

hell, handbaskets, etc.

but

I NEED them!

fffound

~In The News~

Rare pig breed resurrected for ham lovers:

http://www.scientificamerican.com/blog/60-second-science/post.cfm?id=rare-pig-breed-resurrected-for-ham-2009-06-24

Woah!.. Bette Midler looks like shit these days.

.

OH~ btw~

~so~

.

All Of The Above

edge

A*the-hell*MEN~!

.

life

After a While

After a while you learn

The subtle difference between

Holding a hand and chaining a soul

And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning

And company doesn't always mean security.

And you begin to learn

That kisses aren't contracts

And presents aren't promises

And you begin to accept your defeats

With your head up and your eyes ahead

With the grace of a woman

Not the grief of a child

And you learn

To build all your roads on today

Because tomorrow's ground is

Too uncertain for plans

And futures have a way

Of falling down in mid flight

After a while you learn

That even sunshine burns if you get too much

So you plant your own garden

And decorate your own soul

Instead of waiting

For someone to bring you flowers

you learn

That you really can endure

That you are really strong

And you really do have worth

And you learn

and you learn

With every good bye

you learn.

~Veronica A. Shoffstall

Love Yuri Lane

&

ab-so-lute-ly

love

this!

even tho it makes me want to yell

go-white-boy

go-white-boy

-GO!