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« on: September 25, 2018, 08:32:25 am »

    Smiley Angry
    "If I wasn't such a sucker,man, I'd be hanging out with Tuckered, man...I'm out of here..."Sneer outside your garden, salutation so well healed, if I wanted you, sweet lady, I would not conceal..." finally, finally stop??? Yeah.
    but however, I've got one for the till! "Here in the midwest, the smoke rises on a slow burn. Man, I know it ain't my fault, so I reckon it must be my turn..." don't!!!
    From the jubilee'87
    I guess it is time to leave now and trust the freedom of the press that has helped my hard days of distrust in opinions shared by people around me and picked up the doubtful drift. I leave the community with these song lyrics written sometime in the 1980's right up until today! I feel that my recognition of myself as a big fan of johncougarfelon is clearly recognized....and this is my own happy ending that people probably will not can finish this yourselves. I run the Avalon Bar where we take runaways...sometimes. And if we don't take you, maybe other communities will...and if in the end that purple hooter shooter pulls a fast one, what you will do is anybody's guess. Beats me...but who will take the grubhut pitch anytime and everytime...nobody else, man? Now I would also like to add to the following...your brothers (or sister) could have contracted this s-h-i-t and suddenly you go "WHAT???!" It's not reality and it really is...I think mister melloncamp is right in those terms in the other part of his site, calling attention to it in a real way. I still don't get I agree with him 100%. I do not agree with people who fight it with "cool freedom" and go around without the masks, which some of us are.
    Now, a cure, an endall, for all you suckers... We are going to pick out a sucker who gets his distinction in the group as the only sucker softshoe in the gang.
    I had a shrink who told me that when people lie or withhold from each other, sometimes the upshot can be a catastrophe. And that is that about that...
    In finality, I am thinking in the wee hours of the night, about the Beatles song "Revolution"..."but if you go carrying pictures of chairman mao (it goes), you ain't gonna make it with anyone know it's gonna be (alright) alright, alright, ALRIGHT!!!!" Like they do
    at a party for spanish or mexican kids, you put on your blindfold and head for the candy...but wait!!! The kid who broke the frickin' bull open is gypped out of candy and that's unfair!

    But however, the dream and the proof we want for no real good reason at all is presented here in finality..

    As She Crosses the Line

    I was having a problem with a quick decision,
    So I changed the limit and I upped the stakes
    But this all came in for my little honey,
    Chock'lit Kalhua and chocolate cake
    This little ditty was a "wow" away from a dream she had for a long long time
    And if you listen carefully,
    You can hear her name as she crosses the line! Roll Eyes Grin

    Our Love Will Come (Past Love)

    There is something about you
    When I look into your eyes
    That makes me never wannabe without you
    And we can fly, fly to the sun
    And in time, our love will come

    When you tell me you love me
    And you hold me in your arms so tight
    The birds sing in the sky above me
    And we can fly at the sun
    And in time, our love will come...

    So pardon my yearning and the tear that heaven cries
    For with you, I'm learning to fly to the sun
    And in time, our love will come

    I can betcha a dime we could beat those rocky times if we table the emotions that follow our needs to "lose control", and "fly to the sun..."


    these pictures of emotion encourage me to pursue the struggles that loss of emotional control we have in defining what we feel and why.


    He said, I need a lover who won't drive me crazy"
    Forget about the past, baby, 123
    If an old romance should kindle, and knock on my door,
    "Please don't answer it and that's for sure..."
    A token of her kindness, standing up for that groupie who made the scene,
    That's what she's is, man, so we thought,
    'til droogie showed us everything
    Rock the table, rock and roll, you could really rock, you'd rock my soul
    You run the gamet, hot and cold,
    They'll "flag you down..." miss jellyroll
    Here's a little ditty, baby, from 8 to 91,
    Cute as compromise had made her, hand-me-downs and taser guns,man,please...
    "you old bat!" the children called her, and she wracked her brains for a tasty bite,
    "that's old hat" she answered them, "the truth is black and white..." YO MISTER STRUGGLES!
    Inside their minds, she was"run of the mill",
    She'd go out and come back with those powders and pills
    We all knew the truth, but what could we do?
    Who was it who said it?
    "They're my colors, too!!!"*
    *No they aren't.

    This reflects another way to smile as though a chain reaction in your mind flits from topic to topic, etc... the chain#2 that she wrote, for an ache that will never "go away..."

    Oil Pastels: Ashes to Ashes and Dust to Dust

    reisa l gerber
    The peace we looked for up and down
    In and out with so many doubts
    Was always rockin', rockin' away, the USA
    My only dream was a "bluegreen notion",
    Sneaking up on me
    Coming out ahead,
    I said "Sometimes it makes me feel so pissed OFF, and I can't help it but I see!..."
    "I don't need to hear that angry s-h-i-t !..." that is what he said.
    So we went to a country barbecue
    We had hotdogs with cole slaw and we danced to the beat
    Red light, green light, 1 2 3
    "Watch out!" he hollered, as I crossed the street
    But the oil pastels were over for us
    Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
    Yes, the oil pastels were over for us
    Ashes to ashes and dust to dust

    So,I must do my finality herein AGAIN!"I don 't see nothing breaking HERE, nothing but a longshot line..." The longshot line says "how cuh-razy" I am in "passionate" feelings for him, as I have never met him.
    it's all bitchin', man, all of it...and if it that, I can pull a no-show like anyone can, really.  
    Crash Hellooo!

    He told her that she needs a little bright sun fluenza
    He told her that she needs to start again
    He told her that she boogie down and shove it in "to betsy"
    But she did not like the man they chose for it
    So then she walked, crying and scheme
    she said "I don't need no man hangin' doubts on me"
    "It's true he has a little part in my family
    But if you don't wanna screw him, get a parttime job in a drive-in thing..."(good idea!)
    Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
    Why do you scream like that?
    You're keeping everybody up, especially your cat
    She's crying on the table, she wants her babies back, bud,
    And I just don't know what to do
    But you've got to keep track (...get...)
    So if you do not want him, say "no,no,no"
    And all the people who help you think you're good enough to go
    "But if you'd just be quiet, it ain't even the dawning sky,
    You can cop it off my ace, sweet sorrow, fire in the night
    You can cop it off my ace, sweet sorrow, things will be alright..."

    That is basically what my existence is about, my own feelings expressed creatively, not to discount any serious blame for something not right, but to get it out...So, I guess I'm possibly looking too deeply here, into my own creative wavelength, but it simplifies some of these selfdoubts about what I see as really reality...and of course, we do not need more peeks into this.
    "I can tell you right off the bat, although it is not qualified,
     Life without you is just a poor substitute for a cobalt buddy in the sky..."
    Oh yes, you might look cute in that sexy pink satin gown with yellow net and matching heels, but if you aren't careful, you just might fool the world with your beautiful b.s. ...right? And the purpose of this is simply this: I AM DEFINITELY A TOMBOY, like the title of this posting. And I like to hang out on the corner and boogiewoogie so the boys can whistle "hilo, hilo, little chickadee!!! you may not be a birdie, girl, but the bleachblonde look just makes the scene...! Cool
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    « Reply #1 on: September 26, 2018, 07:08:51 pm »

    Racketeer, will this site let you or can you share a picture of this work?
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