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I few new verses to the Ball of Kerrymuir.
A druid showed from Germany with leaves all in her air ( Read more... ) -
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Lay here with me, put the horizon in your perifery
Quietly we'll see, the clouds float by like idle dreams
And count, count creatures from fantasy.
Walk with your chin, held up high because you'll win
Don't gaze at the ground, listen for that cheering sound
And be, be humble and proud at the same time.
More later maybe -
update update.
So much to say ( Read more... ) -
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Jesus was a Shaman. -
Phil Kovac is the man I miss the most.
So Christmas came and went ( Read more... ) -
Spiced Eggnog w/ Rum
So I've said I've been writing songs plenty before, and I really was, but it really only meant that I played something that sounded quaint and then wrote a couple lines of it on paper, promptly forgetting where I put it, what the chord progression was, and what it was really about in the first place ( Read more... ) -
love comes in tofu and carrot sticks
I went to disney and bought a pound of banana salt-water taffy ( Read more... ) -
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ok so maybe that was a bit hasty of me.
oops.
what can I say? I was half asleep and couldnt tell the difference between dream and reality.
Maybe I still can't -
Does winter always have to be cold and harsh? it's always just a sad season.
My disposition has had ups and downs in the last few days. Maybe too many ups and downs ( Read more... ) -
Hope Deferred Maketh the Heart Sick....
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all.
~ Emily Dickinson ~