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created on 11/18/2009  |  http://fubar.com/my-blogs/b320189

Nights In White Satin

Nights in white satin, never reaching the end,
Letters I've written, never meaning to send.
Beauty I'd always missed with these eyes before.
Just what the truth is, I can't say anymore.

'Cos I love you, yes I love you, oh how I love you.

Gazing at people, some hand in hand,
Just what I'm going through they can't understand.
Some try to tell me, thoughts they cannot defend,
Just what you want to be, you will be in the end.

And I love you, yes I love you,
Oh how I love you, oh how I love you.

Nights in white satin, never reaching the end,
Letters I've written, never meaning to send.
Beauty I've always missed, with these eyes before.
Just what the truth is, I can't say anymore.

'Cos I love you, yes I love you,
Oh how I love you, oh how I love you.
'Cos I love you, yes I love you,
Oh how I love you, oh how I love you.

Breath deep
The gathering gloom
Watch lights fade
From every room
Bedsitter people
Look back and lament
Another day's useless
Energy spent

Impassioned lovers
Wrestle as one
Lonely man cries for love
And has none
New mother picks up
And suckles her son
Senior citizens
Wish they were young

Cold hearted orb
That rules the night
Removes the colours
From our sight
Red is gray and
Yellow white
But we decide
Which is right
And
Which is an Illusion

Shotgun Christmas

12 Days of Christmas GUN Lovers style!!!

On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me…
An antique single shot pistol!

On the second day of Christmas, my true love gave to me…
A double-barreled shotgun!

On the third day of Christmas, my true love gave to me…
An M3 Submachine Gun an double-barreled shotgun, and an antique single shot pistol!

On the fourth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me…
An M4 Carbine
an M3 Submachine gun, double-barreled shotgun, and an antique single shot pistol!

On the fifth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me…
Five gold rings!!
n M4 Carbine, M3 Submachine gun, double-barreled shotgun, and an antique single shot pistol!

On the sixth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me…
A Colt Frontier Six Shooter
Five golden rings, an M4 Carbine, M3 Submachine gun, double-barreled shotgun, and an antique single shot pistol!

On the seventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me…
Seven swans… for hunting
A Colt Frontier Six Shooter, five golden rings, an M4 Carbine, M3 Submachine gun, double-barreled shotgun, and an antique single shot pistol!

On the eighth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me…
A .38 Special
Seven swans for hunting, a Colt Frontier Six Shooter, five golden rings, an M4 Carbine, M3 Submachine gun, double-barreled shotgun, and an antique single shot pistol!

On the ninth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me…
A 9 millimeter
A .38 Special, seven swans for hunting, a Colt Frontier Six Shooter, five golden rings, an M4 Carbine, M3 Submachine gun, double-barreled shotgun, and an antique single shot pistol!

On the tenth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me…
A 10-gun safe for keeping
A 9 millimeter, .38 Special, seven swans for hunting, Colt Frontier Six Shooter, five golden rings, M4 Carbine, M3 Submachine gun, double-barreled shotgun, and an antique single shot pistol!

On the eleventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me…
A 1911
A 10-gun safe for keeping, 9 millimeter, .38 Special, seven swans for hunting, Colt Frontier Six Shooter, five golden rings, M4 Carbine, M3 Submachine gun, double-barreled shotgun, and an antique single shot pistol!

On the twelfth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me…
A 12-gauge shotgun
A 1911, 10-gun safe for keeping, 9 millimeter, .38 Special, seven swans for hunting, Colt Frontier Six Shooter, five golden rings, M4 Carbine, M3 Submachine gun, double-barreled shotgun, and an antique single shot pistol!

Prayer

And shepherds we shall be, 
For Thee, my Lord, for Thee. 
Power hath descended forth from Thy hand, 
That our feet may swiftly carry out Thy command. 
So we shall flow a river forth to Thee 
And teeming with souls shall it ever be. 
In nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti.

Miss...

I miss someone asking me where I am. I miss someone bugging me all the time. I miss someone missing me. I miss someone wanting my hug. I miss someone wanting me beside him. I miss someone who cares for me a lot. I miss someone reminding me HOW SPECIAL I AM. I miss being important to someone.--

100 Greatest bands list

1. Mötley Crüe
  2. KISS
  3. Guns N' Roses
  4. Def Leppard
  5. Scorpions
  6. Whitesnake
  7. Dokken
  8. Aerosmith (80's era)
  9. Tesla
10. Bon Jovi
11. Skid Row
12. Alice Cooper
13. Cinderella
14. Poison
15. W.A.S.P.
16. RATT
17. Stryper
18. Quiet Riot
19. Hanoi Rocks
20. Twisted Sister
21. Extreme
22. Great White
23. Warrant
24. Y & T
25. Kix
26. White Lion
27. L.A. Guns
28. Mr. Big
29. Damn Yankees
30. Faster Pussycat
31. Firehouse
32. Slaughter
33. David Lee Roth
34. Vinnie Vincent Invasion
35. Winger
36. Love/Hate
37. Night Ranger
38. Enuff Z Nuff
39. Nitro
40. Helix
41. Europe
42. Lita Ford
43. Thunder
44. Steelheart
45. Lynch Mob
46. Badlands
47. Vixen
48. Autograph
49. Keel
50. Dangerous Toys
51. Bang Tango 
52. Whitecross 
53. Jackyl 
54. Micheal Monroe 
55. Vain 
56. Kick Axe 
57. Giant 
58. Bullet Boys 
59. Steeler 
60. EZO
61. Trixter 
62. Danger Danger
63. Tyketto 
64. Lizzy Borden
65. Britny Fox 
66. Jetboy 
67. Zodiac Mindwarp
68. Pretty Boy Floyd 
69. Junkyard 
70. Hurricane 
71. Tuff
72. Roxy Blue
73. Black 'n' Blue 
74. Aldo Nova 
75. Angel 
76. House of Lords 
77. Wildside
78. Candy Harlots 
79. Wrathchild 
80. The Darkness 
81. Babylon A.D. 
82. Tora Tora
83. T.N.T. 
84. Sleeze Beez 
85. Blue Murder 
86. King Kobra 
87. Vince Neil 
88. The Scream 
89. Shotgun Messiah
90. Contraband 
91. Killer Dwarfs 
92. Mr. Nasty 
93. Wild Boyz
94. Kik Tracee 
95. Southgang 
96. Rockhead 
97. Beau Nasty 
98. Ace Frehley 
99. Saigon Kick
100. Nelson 

Life

Things in life for me always go bad.. I meet all the wrong men who like me. And cant live without me, And I meet all the good ones, who are always taken.. I never can win in this life. All my friends are married. I'm getting too old for games. Seems true love doesn't exist, just another fairy tale. Everywhere I move, I feel out of place. Just a loner who doesn't belong anywhere. Never can keep friends cause I'm either stabbed in the back or I do something wrong. Or I won't do things just cause everyone else does.. When my son grows up. I'm buying a camper and going to travel all over, wish I had a friend to go with, a companion at least.. till I find a cabin in the country by a lake, and stay there forever.. Just some late night ramblings of a "I can't sleep night"....

Low Man's Lyric

"Low Man's Lyric"

My eyes seek reality
My fingers seek my veins
Theres a dog at your back step
He must come in from the rain

I fall cause I let go
The net below has rot away
So my eyes seek reality
And my fingers seek my veins

The trash fire is warm
But nowhere safe from the storm
And I can't bare to see
What I've let me be
So wicked and worn

So as I write to you
Of what is done and to do
Maybe you'll understand
And won't cry for this man
'Cause low man is due

Please forgive me

My eyes seek reality
My fingers feel for faith
Touch clean with a dirty hand
I touched the clean to the waste

The trash fire is warm
But nowhere safe from the storm
And I can't bare to see
What I've let me be
So wicked and worn

So as I write to you
Of what is done and to do
Maybe you'll understand
And won't cry for this man
'Cause low man is due

Please forgive me
Please forgive me
Please forgive me

So low the sky is all I see
All I want from you is forgive me
So you bring this poor dog in from the rain
Though he just wants right back out again

And I cry, to the alley way
Confess all to the rain
But I lie, lie straight to the mirror
The one I've broken, to match my face

The trash fire is warm
But nowhere safe from the storm
And I can't bare to see
What I've let me be
So wicked and worn

So as I write to you (yeah)
Of what is done and to do (yeah)
Maybe you'll understand
And won't cry for this man
'Cause low man is due

Please forgive me
Please forgive me

So low the sky is all I see
All I want from you is forgive me
So you bring this poor dog in from the rain
Though he just wants right back out again

My eyes seek reality
My fingers seek my veins

Things Found Only In America

1. Only in America......can a pizza get to your house faster than an ambulance.
2. Only in America......are there handicap parking places in front of a skating rink.
3. Only in America......do drugstores make the sick walk all the way to the back of the store to get their prescriptions while healthy people can buy cigarettes at the front. 
4. Only in America......do people order double cheese burgers, large fries, and a diet Coke. 
5. Only in America......do banks leave both doors to the vault open and then chain the pens to the counters. 
6. Only in America......do we leave cars worth thousands of dollars in the driveway and put our useless junk in the garage. 
7. Only in America......do we use answering machines to screen calls and then have call waiting so we won't miss a call from someone we didn't want to talk to in the first place.
8. Only in America......do we buy hot dogs in packages of ten and buns in packages of eight.
9. Only in America......do we use the word 'politics' to describe the process so well: Poli' in Latin meaning 'many' and 'tics' meaning 'bloodsucking creatures'. 
10. Only in America......do they have drive-up ATM machines with Braille lettering.

Garth

He could see the storm clouds rollin' across the hill 
He barely beat the rain in from the field 
And between the backdoor slammin' she heard him say 
"Damn this rain and damn this wasted day" 
But she'd been waitin' for this day for oh so long 
She was standin' in the kitchen with nothin' but her apron on 
And in disbelief he stood and he stared a while 
When their eyes met, they both began to smile 

Somewhere other than the night 
She needs to hear I love you 
Somewhere other than the night 
She needs to know you care 
She wants to know she's needed 
She needs to be held tight 
Somewhere other than the night 

They spent the day wrapped up in a blanket 
On the front porch swing 
He'd come to realize he'd neglected certain things 
And there are times she feels alone even by his side 
It was the first time she ever saw him cry 

Somewhere other than the night 
She needs to hear I love you 
Somewhere other than the night 
She needs to know you care 
She wants to know she's needed 
She needs to be held tight 
Somewhere other than the night 

To know she's needed 
She needs to be held tight 
Somewhere other than the night 

The Smiths

The Smiths were unable to conceive children and decided to use a surrogate father to start their family. On the day the proxy father was to arrive, Mr. Smith kissed his wife goodbye and said, ‘Well, I’m off now. The man should be here soon.’

Half an hour later, just by chance, a door-to-door baby photographer happened to ring the doorbell, hoping to make a sale. ‘Good morning, Ma’am’, he said, ‘I’ve come to…’

‘Oh, no need to explain,’ Mrs. Smith cut in, embarrassed, ‘I’ve been expecting you.’

‘Have you really?’ said the photographer. ‘Well, that’s good. Did you know babies are my specialty?’

‘Well that’s what my husband and I had hoped. Please come in and have a seat’.

After a moment she asked, blushing, ‘Well, where do we start?’

‘Leave everything to me. I usually try two in the bathtub, one on the couch, and perhaps a couple on the bed. And sometimes the living room floor is fun. You can really spread out there.’

‘Bathtub, living room floor? No wonder it didn’t work out for Harry and me!’

‘Well, Ma’am, none of us can guarantee a good one every time. But if we try several different positions and I shoot from six or seven angles, I’m sure you’ll be pleased with the results.’

‘My, that’s a lot!’, gasped Mrs. Smith.

‘Ma’am, in my line of work a man has to take his time. I’d love to be In and out in five minutes, but I’m sure you’d be disappointed with that.’

‘Don’t I know it,’ said Mrs. Smith quietly.

The photographer opened his briefcase and pulled out a portfolio of his baby pictures. ‘This was done on the top of a bus,’ he said.

‘Oh, my word!’ Mrs. Smith exclaimed, grasping at her throat.

‘And these twins turned out exceptionally well – when you consider their mother was so difficult to work with.’

‘She was difficult?’ asked Mrs. Smith.

‘Yes, I’m afraid so. I finally had to take her to the park to get the job done right. People were crowding around four and five deep to get a good look’

‘Four and five deep?’ said Mrs. Smith, her eyes wide with amazement.

‘Yes’, the photographer replied. ‘And for more than three hours, too. The mother was constantly squealing and yelling – I could hardly concentrate, and when darkness approached I had to rush my shots. Finally, when the squirrels began nibbling on my equipment, I just had to pack it all in.’

Mrs. Smith leaned forward. ‘Do you mean they actually chewed on your, uh…equipment?’

‘It’s true, Ma’am, yes.. Well, if you’re ready, I’ll set-up my tripod and we can get to work right away.’

‘Tripod?’

‘Oh yes, Ma’am. I need to use a tripod to rest my Canon on. It’s much too big to be held in the hand very long.’

 
Mrs. Smith fainted


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