well lots of people around here seem really big on song lyric's
so without farther ado here is one of my fav songs
afghan whigs
album:gentlemen
song:8- My Curse
hurt me baby.i flinch so when you do.
your kisses scourge me.
hyssop(i always thought he was saying" i soft") in your perfume.oh,i do not fear you.
and slave i only use as a word to describe
the special way i feel for you.
you look like me.and i look like no one else.
we need no other.as long as we have ourselves.
but i wont cry about it every time you get obsessed and everytime i came undressed.all ugly thoughts are gone.
i'm sure we'll all be friends.i'll try to break your back.you'll try to make amends.
curse softly to me baby and smother me in your love.
temptation comes not from hell but from above.and there's blood on my teeth when i bite my tongue to speak.
zip me down.kiss me there.i can smile now.
you wont find out ever.
hurt me baby i flinch so when you doyour kisses scrounge me.hyssop in your perfume.oh i do not fear you and
slave i only use as a word.to describe the way i feel when
i'm with you.if i had to lie about it.everytime i came undressed....
so without farther ado here is one of my fav songs
afghan whigs
album:gentlemen
song:8- My Curse
hurt me baby.i flinch so when you do.
your kisses scourge me.
hyssop(i always thought he was saying" i soft") in your perfume.oh,i do not fear you.
and slave i only use as a word to describe
the special way i feel for you.
you look like me.and i look like no one else.
we need no other.as long as we have ourselves.
but i wont cry about it every time you get obsessed and everytime i came undressed.all ugly thoughts are gone.
i'm sure we'll all be friends.i'll try to break your back.you'll try to make amends.
curse softly to me baby and smother me in your love.
temptation comes not from hell but from above.and there's blood on my teeth when i bite my tongue to speak.
zip me down.kiss me there.i can smile now.
you wont find out ever.
hurt me baby i flinch so when you doyour kisses scrounge me.hyssop in your perfume.oh i do not fear you and
slave i only use as a word.to describe the way i feel when
i'm with you.if i had to lie about it.everytime i came undressed....
Thanks for coming by the journal! You're one of an (elite) few!
I actually almost posted here after I read your geezer post - but, well, I didn't.
They rejected your replicant set? Wow. If it were up to me, I would have totally accepted. And if I were Harrison Ford and you were Daryll Hannah, I would have not shot you.
More stuff:
1) I was totally with you on the Geezer stuff. It's good to know that we are not the only ones out here! You give me hope!
2) Thanks for the funny comments, too. To date, you're the only one to appreciate the humor. You are also the only person besides myself that keeps a hard-copy dictionary with them. Yeah!
3) If you're a Mystery! fan, there is an Edward Gorey group you should check out.
4) Emma Peel? You should meet my Dad. He loves her! Weren't there two actresses? Anywho - east or west coast Island?
5) Perhaps we could be friends?
6) Go to bed. You stay up too late.
Living in the SW has opened all sorts of new culinary doors for me, I'm an avid tex-mex cook now as well.... Stuffed cactus pads are wonderful... The only thing I really miss here is good sea food... I have to travel 80 miles (Las Vegas) do get decent sushi..... I make my own curry pastes, though, like you, cooking just for oneself is a bit of a drag (Just about everything I cook, I cook in quantity)... I have things in my freezer that have been there over a year.... Ewwwww...
I spent more than four years travelling the globe, way back when.... While on a motorcycle trip through Yellowstone with my best firend, we ran into a couple of Australians who'd been travelling for over a year (backpacking around the world is an Australian rite of passage)... I was so inspired that I decided I should do it myself... 50 countries and counting.... I've shortened the length of my trips now (two weeks max) and I don't do them as often anymore (once a year or so) but I still keep the itchy feet moving....
I came to terms years ago with the idea that there simply isn't a perfect match for me... I've come close, but there's always something missing... I can find a woman that's a dirty dirty girl in the sack (I've done shit that would make the Marqis de Sade blush) bit they always want to be taken care of (I believe in the two income household)... I can find a woman that has the drive to save money, but is afraid to throw a dart at a map, buy a ticket, and see what there is to see.... I can find a woman that likes to set an exotic table, but she wants to start a family (at my age I really don't want children)... "sigh", I one day will be one of those old men who comes home from work, pets his dogs, and sits looking at his moderne objects d'use.... The funny thing is that I have ceased to feel lonely... If I feel like careening across the desert in my four wheel drive, I pack up the dogs and do it... If I want to see a movie, I go see it.... "Table for one" is no longer an embarassing thing to say.....
Living solo does have it's downfalls though... My home has become a veritible den of porn.... After time, you reach a point in your singleness, where you resign yourself to the idea that you will NOT have anyone you need to impress... That's when you quit hiding the porn..... I have reached that stage..... Everywhere I look, there's boobies and asses staring back at me.... I need to get a porn buddy, someone to come over if I die, and clear out all the porn before my folks arrive and find what a sick fuck their little boy really was....