people

caught in the seat of my pants

go get something else.

missing the next best thing

trailer, quiet, go....

no words come

I stretch out my hands to thee:

my soul thirsts for thee like a

parched land...

Teach me the way i should go

for to thee i lift up my soul.

(Psalms, 143.6,8.)

i cannot be held responsible for what i see

and the things that come from this sighting.

i can be held responsible for how i react, but should not be judged

your eyes are drunk

my heart is sober

there is still a hunger

the magic of true life

if you see my wife, tell her im not coming home tonight.

if all else fails i shall make amends for wall clocks

blog blog blar.

 

winter comes and the leaves fall

this post is a tribute to the bestest roomy in the world!!!

and im sad to see her go.

you can sign your name here as a petition to make her stay.

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or i just need two other people so we can force her to stay and never leave her room, we can work in shifts and ill even take the night shift for the first ye

ar.

this might have had an influence on me.

no artificial flavors

to all of the ones that have been there in the past.

something has to change.

something is bigger in the eyes of some.

hands come away from the throat, before the job is done.

every image, every sound, every movement is new except for the planed ones.

to each there was a choice.

where is my plan pony, he would know what to do.

create from afar

this is what happens when you fuck a stranger in the ass.

THIS IS THE WAY THE WORLD begins

got in a car 

4 others

drove

blar.