[OwenKellogg]

I think the ground is moving up closer to the sky.

[Billthedrill]

Incoming.

(Making a bowl of popcorn...)

[Hildy]

Where are you in San Diego?

[Wally_Kalbacken]

Put down the crack pipe.

[xJones]

Look through the upper lens of your bifocals.:)

[Cultural Jihad]

Are you staring at the sun, too?

[Larry Lucido]

Do any of them have halos?

[Seajay]

Got any more of that gage ???

[MCH]

Is this going to turn into one of the those "Have you ever read/posted to FR while intoxicated?" threads?

[John Lenin]

It's just that the air is super clean right now after the storms and you are not used to seeing such a clean skyline.

[BradyLS]

Your pupils are dilated, are they?

[dasboot]

Seeing through the Matrix. Yer gonna get flushed , fer sher.

[MCH]

Yeah I noticed that too.

Signed...
Chicken Little

[Larry Lucido]

clear as a bell

You called?

[LibWhacker]

That big void overhead, where there are no stars . . . That's a cloud. j/k :-)

[Sloth]

Do you see a host?

[garyhope]

Speaking of stars,...Anybody ever see a real sweet little movie called "Local Hero" with Peter Riegert and Burt Lancaster? Takes place in a small town in Scotland. Nice. Take a look sometime.

[1rudeboy]

Are you sure you're not still inside, staring at the chandelier?

[elli1]

Probably the earthquake-tsunami earth axis wobble is making the stars look lower in the sky--which is, of course, Bush's fault. Tomorrow night, the stars will be way high in the sky if my theory proves out.

[Dysart]

Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and gray
Look out on a summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and daffodils
Catch the breeze and winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen land

Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now

Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze
Reflect in Missyme's eyes of china blue
Colors changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand

Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now

For they could not love you
But still your love was true
And when your hope was left inside
On that starry, starry night
You took your life
As lovers often do

But I could have told you, Missyme
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you