- on emeraldgray's page
- on theaceface's post on aniston's page
- on POST YOUR RIDE. in bicycle club
- on heathen's page
- on cheshi's page
- on sophiestonem's blog post
Here's what you have to understand about #Prince:
He was the Bowie of my generation. He took Bowie to the next level (if you're older or younger than I am and don't understand this, I'm sorry but I will ask you very politely to kiss my ass). He let you know it was OK to be whatever you wanted to be. He was free,...
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The adjustment now, that I'm firmly entrenched in middle age and my irrelevancy is confirmed, is the decision to understand and find peace. Fighting it proved to be very dangerous indeed, and very nearly put me on the street. So - I adjust. This is not the same as passive acceptance. There are elements that are worth embracing - quieter nights, the secure knowledge that...
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It's not the same as it was.
It'll never be the same as it was.
I'm not sure why I came. Nostalgia? Wanderlust? Lust?
Sometimes you look for things in the strangest places.
Anyways, it's not here.
I have only scratched the surface of attempting to adjust to life in Detroit after 22 years in Los Angeles and 2 in New York. It is very odd to see all these familiar sights in my every day life, adjusted for time and the decay it brings. Everything decays here. The people, certainly. Winter crushes the spirit and the body. When it hits again...
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OK so....I came back to SG after nearly two years.
And...I'm moving from Los Angeles to Detroit. Tomorrow.
Things are changing.
A black tea or two
Another night wasted
Thinking of you
A Saturday picture
Walk in the park
I haven't the courage
To see through the dark
Happier here with my memories
Nothing can hurt me inside of this world
It's warm and it's funny and never gets old
But I just can't climb outside
And see you out there with...
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Yeah, it's a whole lotta that, too.
Not as long as I keep my phone off the line
Not as long as I keep my voice down inside of my mouth
But it's getting harder to hide
And the brightness of the colors makes it hard to describe
And the voices that seem to come from all sides
Makes it hard to decide
Black, Blue, Her, You
I know...
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William S. Burroughs
Borrowed from Moxy. Kinda fits me right now actually.
Thanks for the comment on my blog, it made me smile real big.
shooting at ranges ...in the desert....is fun...and that's all.
that being said there has got to be more strict gun laws. I was able to purchase a shotgun in about an hour. it took an hour as my address on my drivers license has changed (which i could have most likely lied about). i was instructed to get a fishing license. i got one. i gave them (verbally) my new address. no proof of. but stated it as fact.
gun shop took my written on, no proof of other than "good faith" fishing license as proof of my current address.
five minute background check later and i was the proud new owner of a shotgun. it's pretty. and it looks like it could kill lots of zombies. but i doubt they took the time to consider whether or not i was arming up for the zombie apocalypse or if i were arming up in order to shoot down innocent people.
more strict gun laws are necessary. make it a felony to sell your personal fire arm to john doe. if you don't want it, turn it in to a licensed vendor, etc.
making owning a gun illegal will not make the crimes stop, it will just make those who wish to use guns against the innocent easier to hide, as there's not a bit of a paper trail.
sincerely,
totally not the NRA
Unfortunately I won't be leaving this country anytime soon
Catch me on FB chat one of these days, I'm always online!
xxx