And constancy in love is a joke
I'm not afraid of meeting you
I'm fickle and I brag about it
Neither will I cry for you

And like a bird freed from its cage
All night and all day I'll play and sing

And you do what you want
And I will do what I want
I'm now free - master and everyone
Servant of all and servant to none

Winter comes and snow ( Read more... )

Once again in the world ( Read more... )

Love and passion have been diluted to lust and cheap sex. The name of this 8th century Irish hymn is called "Slane," or "Be Thou My Vision." I grew up hearing this song and always loved it for its melody. I think its interesting that the title is actually "Slane." I never knew that before. But I think it makes sense, because when you give yourself ( Read more... )

The tofu's grossing me out. I never can buy it anywhere again. Its just too mushy here. Its in huge watery blocks and looks like neck fat, like a big LEGO of neck fat ( Read more... )

There is light in my lady’s house ( Read more... )

I woke up at 2:30 this morning and just never went back to bed. I had cereal and coffee and watched reruns of The Office on BBCAmerica. I saw the sunrise, which I have not seen in a long time. Now its mid morning and I feel alright, despite the common sense that tells me I should be collapsing ( Read more... )

Come on Spring in Carolina, come onnnnn ( Read more... )

They say the Euphoria of being "in love" generally wanes after two years+/-...then people move on, and its kind of displayed if you look at the masses of relationships ( Read more... )

8:18 AM, a school day ( Read more... )