Posted on 12/28/2002 5:03:48 AM PST by Neets
Have a good evening.
"Good Lord willing and if the creek don't rise I'll see you in the morning.
Bless your pea pickin' hearts."
I have no idea why Tennesee Ernie Ford popped into my head. :-)
I made lasagna tonight. I am like Neets, I feel like I have eaten way too much over the last few days. All I want is some ice water! LOL!
Now I know why...all the food I ate and Ernie Ford's song Sixteen Tons. LOL
Good night.
"seeya" in the AM!
Potato soup tonight. ;>)
/john
I am from you. I know you. I know how you sleep. I know how you speak, and to whom. You made me watch your pathetic and weak sex. You made me listen to your stupid howls. I know what you eat, how much and when and where. I drank your drinks. I smoked your smokes. I am one of you. And I have returned.Well, there's another Nicollo whiskey definition of America.To haunt you.
Just as you emerged, kicking, screaming, taunting imagined, skanky depths of some prudish America you loved to loathe, I escape your childish, faggot America.
I rebel you now.
You taught me when I was young. You took away my young. You gave me choice and freedom and nothing. The trash I watch, you gave it to me. The filth I hid under my mattress, you gave it to me. This nothingness, you gave it to me. Vulgar words, vulgar acts, vulgar thoughts, you gave them.
The music I cannot hear, you took it from me. The verse I can neither read nor write, you stole from me. My past, you buried it. My childhood, you raped.
You told me to love and to find passion. You told me to love and to be passionate about anything, especially it feels good and begins with and f and ends with a k, no matter what's in between. You made me take what's not mine. You gave me nothing. You told me to stand up, and I did. You told me to shout, and I did. You told me to inhale, and I did. You told me to **, and I did. I did it, and I felt nothing.
You took away my shame. You told me to want what I desire, to desire what I want, to get what I desire, and to want what I get. You told me not to care, and I didn't care. You gave me pills. You gave me disease. And you told me it's ok, it's not my fault. I blamed everyone else, just like you told me.
I loathe your sick love for scoundrels and impotents, your foolish and promiscuous solicitors of self satisfaction, whose only redeeming quality is the inability to apply themselves to any single thing. Promiscuous is all you are. You skate the surface. You track the easy path, the one marked two thousand years ago, the path of least resistance. You wouldn’t last two hours in the woods.
Tonight, I rest, secure and assured that your indulgent, spent beatniks and hippies are gone, gone but for some lost corner of some San Francisco block that you pretend still means something. It's only mean. And it's gone, gone like all else from your syphilitic moment in time. Passed. Past.
You tried to kill my daughter.
Now, you get yours on PBS.
I’ll get mine in history.
JimRob, sorry to include you in this, but you gave it to me.
Great score ~ I think they got theirs back on KC!!!
My unit is full of the most hardcore sports fanatics I have ever met. I caught 2 of the more senior NCOs in the back arguing about the '61 baseball season. They are both in their mid-thirties. ;>)
/john
I can't avoid sports at my unit. When the 19 year old girls know more names in EVERY sport than I do, well.... You have to become a little more open minded. ;>)
/john
Mozie ~~~ *hugs* and prayers for a quick recovery!
illstillbe ~~~ miss you!
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