katfireblade

well there is a pretty good chance that i'll have my glock on me, so if i get shot or shot at, i believe that i'll be able to get a couple of rounds off, if not the whole mag.. it's the X-files anything can happen, but the character could have had so much adrenaline pumping through its vains that being shot only slows him down. i mean people all around have heard of sudden heroic acts performed by parents when their children are in danger and that's mainly made possible by that huge rush of adrenaline and stuff..

For who

I fought for those to my left and those to my right
I fought, because I was young and dumb
I fought never with a thought I had a kryptonite
I fought to get back to for you

I fought for pride
I fought for honor
I fought for home
I fought for you

I dont think we have ever met
I hope we do
I fought each day
I fought in hopes; someday I would find some like you

Does a man with my sins deserve a woman like you
Should a woman as fabulous as you, have to deal with my baggage
Are we just a happenstance away from eternal bliss
Are you on the other side of the globe or could you be right under my nose

I know your out there
I think we may have met
What if I saw you and did not recognize you
I can not think about this great regret

Maybe

Your fathers my dentist
Your sister does my mothers nails
Your brother is my butcher
Your sister answers my best clients phones

Your my nieces Pediatrician
Your my nephews pre-K teacher
Your daddy, is he my preacher
Your uncles my best friend sister-in-laws rabbi

You stitched my head and held my hand
You gave me a warning, instead of a ticket
You brought a warm towel on the long red eye home
You heard me at a lecture and said you were a fan


We flirted on the subway
We exchanged glances at the Tate
We shared a cab in the rain
We sat next to each other at Phantom of the Opera

We danced in Ibiza, on a hot summer night; I never got your name
We drank Hurricanes till breakfast in the Big Easy
We shot craps in Las Vegas and again in Grand Cayman Islands
We brushed hands in crowed elevator in Boston

We tossed a Frisbee in Freetown
We played hocesoc in Portland
We played Monopoly in Manila
We ran with the bulls in Spain

We held back our tears while looking at the statue of David
We talk all night, sitting on a fountain in Prague
We surfed in Jaco, then laid for hours in the sand
We drank champagne in Paris, on a windy Sunday night

We met at your wedding, why did he find you first?
We went greyhound on a 12 hours trip and talked about Urban Blight
We made love on the beach in Bali as the sun rose over paradises sky
We talked in line collecting our winnings at the Orangeville kennel club

We glowed together in a caf in North Norway
We drank sour wine in Cape Town on a soft Tuesday morn
We were pushed together tight on Space Mountain
We killed time in our way to Hong Kong, on a 16 hour flight

We planted trees in a Kibbutz
We dug a grave for an orphan in Kenya
We went to mass at Saint Patricks
We rode my Harley to Little Big Horne -I hope this was not my last stand

You sketched my picture in a cemetery, not far from Mount Edna
You let me carry your books home from school the second Thursday in May
Ive spanned the globe, hoping to find you
Will I find you in my own backyard, How Bizarre








Maybe
Perhaps
Possible
I thought

I saw you at a gallery opening in SoHo
I saw you at a George Forman fight in Atlantic City
I saw you in a window in Amsterdam
I saw you in the garden of a convent in Niece

I saw you on horse back outside the foothills of Haifa
I saw you alone a bench on the Thames
I saw you silent at the Vatican library
I saw you skating in Central Park

I saw you on a busy bus to Bombay
I saw you on safari on a sweltering day
I saw you in a Marc Baptiste Photograph
I saw you in Waterville on a fine spring afternoon


You read me Shakespeare on a long mid winters night
You read me Henry and June under the stars
You read me Voltaire by soft candlelight
You read me your thesis, it bored me to piece

You sold me my car
You adjusted my insurance claim
You served me cold porage, but I could not complain
You took my parking space at the mall

You have been a Knick City Dancer
You were once a rockette

You told you desired wealth and Fame
You sold me my ex-girl friends pearls on a cold December day
You dealt me a straight flush on a riverboat is Mississippi
You felt my arms, then blushed

Your second cousin, half sister cuts my aunts dogs hair
Your papa makes my pizza or pasta, almost every Saturday Night
Your mom works with my dad
Your mother taught me in third grade


Your baby brother, died crying silent on the battlefield in my arms
Your mother slapped for leading him into such great harm
Your grandmother cursed me and cried in my chest
Your father forgave me, knowing, full well, I would trade places with his son in Hell

You moved to Jakarta
You moved to Crete
You moved to Alcainta
You moved to Ohio, when I five and you were four

You kissed me for courage
You kissed me because it felt so right
You kissed me and said be brave
You kissed me and said sleep tight

You kissed me and said Farwell
You kissed me and told me to go to Hell

You kissed good night and said me patient
You kissed and almost lost your job, as I was under your care
You kissed for hours on a warm Mediterranean Night
You kissed me in your fathers pick up truck

You kissed me riding on a fire truck in a parade
You kissed me in the cold until our lips turned blue
You kissed me while your car warmed up
You kissed me as you cried, knowing this would be good-bye

You kissed me on your front porch after I walked you home
You kissed me in the dawns early light
You kissed me and looked like, a Doe trapped in the headlights
You kissed and closed your eyes

You kissed me, and then asked me, if I wanted you to pose
You kissed me, and then you gave me a rose
You kissed me then you read great prose
You kissed me then asked me to suck your toes

You kissed me for your pleasure
You kissed me for sport
You kissed me while your boyfriend was in the next room
You kissed me and then said your husband wont be home till ten




You kissed me while we shared an ice cream cone
You kissed me and I could see your eyes had freight
You kissed me and you seemed conflicted
You kissed me, good morning, then asked me my name

I play poker with your dry cleaner
My cousins husband your plumber
His nephew pumps your gas
Our aunts best friends are one in the same

We lived at the same address, just four floors between us
We stayed in the same hotel room, six months apart
We ate off the same plate at our favorite dinner
We swam with the same dolphin

I looked and thought Ive found
Forty years of searching

Like a chameleon you change your color is it to keep me away

Like Beowulf my search for you is epic
Like the Iliad my journal is long
Like traveling to great crusades, my road to you has been long and dry
All that so I could begin my life ultimate quest finding you

Your Taller than most, but shorter than some,
Your Blond, but often Brunette, I have seen you a red head
Your older than me, but seem so young

I love you for your inner beauty
I love you for your style,
I love you for your elegance,
I love you for your pure grace

I love you when your wear soft frilly lace
I love you when you wear sweatpants with your pearls
I love you for being you
I love you for loving a man like me

Ive seen you wear a size two; Ive seen you wear a size fourteen
It changes each and every day
Your white, your yellow, your black, your brown, your red, your coco
I would never make your frown



The last time I saw you
Your eyes were blue and your hair was blond
I was sad when I realized it wasnt you
I keep on looking, knowing, I fought for you

You look like a Botticelli
You could have been a Varga Girl
You remind me of Ertes flapper
You are my Memphis Belle, you help guide me home

Your a work of art, in your own special way
You are you, each time I think Ive found

Like a ganaf in the Night,
You steal me heart each day
Leaving me wondering

Are you Marisa and Gabrielles mom?
I have always thought you were Sparkys sister
For a moment I wondered if you were tall Betty
Could you be sweet Sarah with the voice of an Angel?

Your eyes are delightful
Your smile brightens each room

I look for you each morning, in our half empty bed
Every day I work on building my empire
What most people dont realize,
Its not for me its for you

Ill love you forever
Happily ever after, we will live
Ill find you a promise
You know that I will

Each day I wonder when will, I get my last first kiss
I wonder where you are tonight
I fought for me
I fought for you

That is one of the best stories I've ever heard!

I mean it would've sucked to be arrested, but wouldn't it have been some shit to get charged with something like that.

I got caught one time when I was 17 having sex in my car. Damn, that cop was a jerk! He yelled at me for about 20 minutes saying how I didn't respect her and shit, but as soon as he let us go we broke out laughing. For one it was her idea, so I guess she didn't respect me, huh? lol.

so you stand to lose about 230 bucks because it's across 2 states, sounds like someones screwing ya, just my opinion though. you've got to be the 1,000th girl i know that has been able to cry their way out of a ticket and good for you. if i could get away with it i just might do it, but the judge would triple the fine and put my ass behind bars. i tend to look at homes in georgia, since i could probably transfer down there from here and i could buy a big house with lots of land in comparison to the land and house/condo size up here in boston.

Hey you! I haven't heard from you since we got dinner last week. I hope everything is going okay!

I hate court! Good luck! I hope everything works out. What happened?

It was nice to meet you and have a chance to talk Saturday night. I hope things look up for you very soon!

Does make you think indeed...it actually makes a lot of sense. I don't know why our culture has such a big problem with nudity and sex. Violence is ok, but you should a little bit of nudity and that's the end of the world.

This isn't exactly my mantra, but more my way of life as late.
"nothing can stop me now cos I don't care anymore"-nin

Did you know Rasputina is going to play at the 40 watt club on the 11th?!!!

that's a good car, it will last you a long time, just change the oil every 3k and you'll be fine. i've been seriously thinking about the new 350Z...it's very tempting.. the car is nice, but not as pretty as the owner...

Hooray for having wheels!!! Call me and we'll do something Thursday.

Congrats!

That sounds really shitty. It seems like a lot of ppl are having these same problems here.

I'm sorry to hear about your grandfather. I hope he gets better and stays that way.

I feel pretty much lost right now. I'm trying to find a job, but that's not working out like it should. It really shouldn't be so hard to find a job, ya know?

Don't go to NC. Figure something out here. If I can help, let me know. Car, job, or otherwise....I'd like to help.

Don't be scared because life is too short to live in fear.

Know in yourself that life finds a way and that somehow, you'll be okay.

Hope your shit gets straightened out.

try kicking your roomies in the knackers, that useually works.

I used to feel the same way, until I said fuck the world & I lived my life. I don't go out of my way to piss people off, but if you let anyone inside your life besides your close family, make sure they give before they get.

I asked my man about some 240s, all he could reccomend is Autotrader.com, which came up with this list of cars (I searched up to $6000, near zip 30313). Anyhow, good luck. I would not go for one earlier than a 91 though, smaller engine, and they have this weird bumper thing.