15 June 2006 Thursday
It’s much easier to tolerate the man operating a jackhammer outside in the morning, after knowing what and why he’s doing it.
‘Why me?’ is not something the universe ever answers.
if your hopes scatter like the dust across your track, i’ll be the moon that shines on your path. the sun may blind our eyes; i’ll pray the skies above for snow to fall on the sahara.
...The first star I see, may not be a star.
And the time, such clumsy time, deciding if it’s time..
You can lose yourself in your courage.
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map
It’s much easier to tolerate the man operating a jackhammer outside in the morning, after knowing what and why he’s doing it.
I actually try not to like them and I don’t listen to them much. But for better or worse, I do like them.
I don’t know anymore what it’s for.. I’m not even sure if there is anyone who is in the sun..
If I find my own way, how much will I find?
Sometimes the hardest thing and the right thing are the same.
If you want to be my friend, you want us to get along, please do not expect me to wrap it up and keep it there..
I guess it’s up to me now.. should I take that risk or just smile?
Straylight Run – It’s for the BestYou seem to think there’s nobody like you; day after day don’t know what you might do. ‘Can’t understand what it really feels like; something so small is killing you inside.
…Nobody’s changing the truth. You’ve got to save yourself.
Happy 666. That won’t happen again for a loooong time.
And the 10th coming up fast.
There once was a boy named Austin,
with which very little will rhyme.
Today is his birthday, this fifth day of June,
though I don’t know exactly what time.
He lives far away in Virginia,
which is also quite tricky to rhyme.
He loves his dear Amy, he misses a cat,
and he’s a good friend of mine.
I am wayyyy out of practice at the whole wordsmith game.
At any rate, very happy birthday to good man Austin.
Didn’t thunderstorm/rain today. Blasted.
Next time I’m making plans regardless of possible rain.
And just like that, the storm’s over.
Everything really is so very circumstantial.