But, this time I was trying to be good!
Posted on 08/13/2005 10:02:43 AM PDT by fox news fan
Edited on 08/13/2005 10:14:35 AM PDT by Admin Moderator. [history]
All we are saying is give peas a chance
All we are saying is give peas a chance
War! - huh- yeah-
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing
Uh-huh
War! – huh – yeah-
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing
Say it again y’all
War! – huh – good God
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing
Listen to me…
All we are saying is give peas a chance
All we are saying is give peas a chance
Yes, how many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky ?
Yes, how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry ?
Yes, how many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died ?
The answer my friend is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind.
All we are saying is give peas a chance
All we are saying is give peas a chance
Where have all the young men gone?
Long time passing
Where have all the young men gone?
Long time ago
Where have all the young men gone?
Gone for soldiers every one
When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn?
Where have all the soldiers gone?
Long time passing
Where have all the soldiers gone?
Long time ago
Where have all the soldiers gone?
Gone to graveyards every one
When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn?
All we are saying is give peas a chance
All we are saying is give peas a chance
LOL, I know.
The room spins, and the raven sings.
I'm sure that when you were in PreSchool you needed a teacher just for you. *giggles*
Guards, and observation teams..
*Mmmmmppppffffff! LOL!Since then huh?
Well, when they finally figured out I had escaped, I was 12.
/ bad joke.
Seriously though, I exasperated my teachers.
Had one during 'career week' harass me about what I'd said an interesting career would be.
She said, "Wouldn't you rather be a doctor or a loy-yer?"
(I swear she said it like that.)
Considering this wwas the tenth time she'd said that, and I'd already handed in my assignment, I was getting somewhat peeved because EVEWERYONE was saying "Doctor", "lawyer", and even "astronaut".
And not everyone will be doctors lawyers or astronauts.
So she harasses me about it, trying to get me to join the crowd saying doctor lawyer or astronaut.
I stand up to my full 5 foot 3 height at the time, squared my shoulders and declared, "I wanna be a porn star!"
That was the most interesting discussion I had with the Principal that day.
I was 13 when I said that one.
(whoo boy..)
I'd said that being a blacksmith or making somethign of my art talent would be a good thing.
(Blacksmith, you make things, useful things.)
Well, the teacher didn't like that or my reasoning for it.
So she harassed me about it.
And, being that my humor was fully developed already, I decided to say something to twist her knickers.
The Principal says, "you're here to discuss your.. attitude?"
*sigh*
That was a long conversation.
Bad when you get into the explanation and the Principal who is supposed to be ripping your head off starts laughing about it.
But, this time I was trying to be good!
*sigh*
But the machines didn't know that.
So they conspired.
It was quite interesting to have the Principal start quivering and snorting, and then go to outright guffaws.
(Strangely, the career listings did have 'porn star' listed.)
Needless to say, my teacher hated me for that.
Have a good evening.
See you tomorrow.
Ah! Right! But, if that was so, both the wine and the gonads would have cracked by now.
What is normal, anyway? Who here defines normal?
You got a raven, too? Here, the raven's spinning and the waterbed's singing a beckoning song. No, wait, that's the Siamese cat screeching like witch's bones on a blackboard.
Oh, wait! Again? Yes!!
It's bed time!
Yeah, I never did understand what the definition of 'normal' was.
To me, a good portion of those saying "You're weird" were themselves weird to my eyes.
;-)
..and lo my battlebots stomped ruin through their towns, cities, parks, beaches, casinos, bakeries, and cinemas.
Stomping, stomping, stomping, crushing the life out of every last mum and bachelor button in their gardens, stomping on their newspapers, their doormats, and their slippers.
Stomping upon all that their lives depended upon to seem normal to them.
All was laid low under millions of stomping robotic feet.
Well, not really.
Ser-Taa beckoning its prey with the seductive promise of sleep and rest..
Wow! Thank you so much for showing me to the website... I love the picture you have posted and wanted to show you one of my own... this was last summer at one of our weekly rallies for the PrezWow is right! Your signs look great!
You know, with a little work, you could turn this into a fun song, even for grade-schoolers. After all, it captures their frustration and energy.
And it's got a beat you can stomp to!
(Good Night!)
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