Psyche's blog: "Random Moments Of Misguided Creativity"

So a very good friend of mine made a blog about christmas cards and how nice it is to get mail that doesnt include bills, i agree.

Ive gotten a card or two from a couple online friends and moomoo actually sent me some chocolates n goodies which absolutely made my day!!!

So if you'd like to send me your address to my inbox I think it'd be nice to actually use these stamps that have grown mold from never being used and get in the holiday spirit and maybe make someones day, i know it'd make mine.

That is all (h)

You.

You
It's for you
Only you
It's for you

I never know
I never care
I never believe my people
I'll tell you what I say
I never lie
I never try
I never cry for you people
I'll push you
Push away
As you lonely people
Keep on running around my door
Yes, you lonely people
Keep on begging
Beg for more
And I'll cry for you
Yes I'll die for you
Pain in my heart it is real
And I'll tell you now how I feel inside
Feel in my heart it's for you

It's for you
Only you
It's for you


I'll never try
I'll never die
I'll never push for you people
I'll tell you how I feel
I'll never lie
I'll never cry
I'll never try for you people
I'll tell you, yes it's real
And you lonely people
Keep on passing time away
Yes you lonely people keep on passing,
Pass away

And I'll cry for you
Yes, I'll die for you
Pain in my heart it is real
And I'll tell you now how I feel inside
Feel in my heart it's for you
And I'll take everything
As it comes my way
Pushin' your pain 'round my door
Will I cry for you as I die for you
Is this blood on my hands all for you?

You shiver
And shudder
Recovers your mother
You feel it take control
All alone
Feel alive
In your soul

Come around town
Steal another dime
Take another line
Won't you feel it
Blanket your soul
Out of mind

Come around town
Steal another dime
Do another crime
Won't you get it higher & higher
Roll through time

Come around town
Steal another dime
Don't you push your drugs in my face
Yes, I'm feeling
Feeling fine
Don't you push your drugs in my face
Or I'm gonna put you in your place
Fuck you
I don't want it no more
And it's mine
Said this pain in my heart is all mine
Yes, it's mine all alone

I don't want it no more
I don't want it no more
I don't want it no more
I don't want it no more

And it's mine on my own
Yes, it's mine all alone
As I cry for you
Yes, I'll die for you
Pain in my heart, it is real
And I'll take
Everything as it comes my way
Feel in my heart it's for you
And I'll lie for you as I die for you
Pain in my heart it is real
And I'll tell you now
How I feel inside
Fuck you
It's for you

Have'nt blogged in awhile but something so incredibly sweet happened and i just have to share it.

Tonight after dinner i was cleaning the kitchen and i noticed my oldest daughter Cate staring at me and so i smiled and kept on cleaning. After a few minutes i could still feel her lil eye's on me and so i look back at the table and there she sit's quietly staring. I'm thinking either i have a booger hanging out my nose or food on my chin from the pizza..so i ask "what are you staring at ?", she smiles but doesnt answer and i persist with "c'mon do i have food on my face, what is it?" Then with the sweetest, kindest, gentlest voice she says "mommy because you're so pretty".....i literally melted.

It's those little things that mean so very much and make everything ok.

That is all, ty

I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger than reason. I am so thirsty for the marvelous that only the marvelous has power over me. Anything I cannot transform into something marvelous, I let go. Reality doesnt impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.

One bright day in the middle of the night, 2 dead boys got up to fight.

They turned back to back and faced each other, drew swords and shot each other.

The deaf policeman heard the noise, came over and shot the 2 dead boys.

If you dont believe this story is true, go ask the blind man, he saw it too