They steal the air from the skies They want us to believe their lies They cut the trees and they burn them down They ruin the soil in the ground
Do you think the children will understand Some of us tried to save their land Will they forgive us for what weve done While they are running from the sun
You can’t drink from dirty water You can’t dance with the riverman’s daughter But if the world stops spinning 'round All your hopes a nd prayers wont hold you to the ground
Do you think the children will understand Some of us tried to save their land Will they forgive us for what weve done While they are running from the sun
Have you ever seen the rainman cry Or an angel falling from the sky
worlds one and only arist with "situs inversus totalis - all viscera are mirror-inverted"
Have a nice day...light and energy for all your future projects,PranaBoy from Cologne
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When the earth is dying there shall arise a new tribe of all colours and all creeds.This tribe shall be called The Warriors of the Rainbow and it will put its faith in action not words...
The Power of Silly Putty and Lipstick Kisses is a book of wonderfully crafted psychedelic poetry that opens up the imagination to new ways of thinking. The reader is tossed into imaginary worlds of tiny talking bear societies in honey jars and a microscopic mermaid city. Images such as a gingerbread house inside an eye or diving into primordial soup hitting earth's zygote are the types of visuals that are speckled throughout the book. Influenced by Leonard Cohen and Allen Ginsberg, these poems have the ability to entertain and inspire.
thank you for making me a place on the moon... I must aknowledge the trip was wonderful... love love love and a garland of floating peas from the geisha nun
the horsemen are upon us right now! we are all going to burn because of MTV! And you Malflic my dear friend with the hot stories and the chest blond girlfriend are going to burn hotter than the rest of us! well you and the Mad goat. you two can hold hands oooooh yes you are. i think the only one in this trailer park of the internet that is not going to hell is Me, Cupid, Abe and Tom. The end is near and we are racing to meet it. With our unprotected sex, and our lesbianism, and our erotic stories, and porn and terrible terrible poems, and our gene editing our women presidents. to hell in a hand basket i fucking say. i have 5 years of dog food saved up and a concrete bunker with sterile water and all the antibiotics i can get my hands on. Shit you are all going to burn man repent now. come to the Thursdays beatings and get your ass kicked and your soul saved now because it may be too late tomorrow. ha ha ha ha ha ha you are all doomed you porn and gossip mongers. you perpetrators of bad relationships and false idiolect. you are all going down and i will be there in all my glory laughing and pointing and kick dirt into the hole telling you all that i told you so i told you so.
Hey, Psych Oct!!! Glad to be your friend, Dark Star, and was hoping to book you to throw you out on the ice next NHL season at the Redwings opener. R U available?? har har Rock it brutal!! ~Shee
Your request for friendship is welcomed with glittering smiles by all here in “Omnia Opera” land. We extend our cyber arms around you and hold you close into our cyber bosom because you are bothered enough to make contact and that is a loving thing that is. Cool tunes. We are all connected. Yours, Captain Bagley, Omnia Opera…Go beyond…Over and Out
You can explore the universe looking for somebody who is more deserving of your love and affection than you are yourself, and you will not find that person anywhere.
Develop the mind of equilibrium. You will always be getting praise and blame, but do not let either affect the poise of the mind: follow the calmness, the absence of pride.
The Tao produces all things and nourishes them; it produces them and does not claim them as its own; it does all, and yet does not boast of it; it presides over all, and yet does not control them. This is what is called 'The mysterious Quality' of the Tao.
Amy Squiggles is a first-class doll, see, and a regular at the bi-weekly "Champagne, Cigar and Cocktail Weiner Tasting Soirée". She was a Rockette before her Art career took off with her now famous series of panty paintings of five-eyed kittens, in settings of moldy cheeses and rotted fruits.
you said (about my music) "You know, we hear a bit of Skip Spence in these tracks!" i'm deeply honored! thank you! check out my grateful dead covers and my long jam drought song>wind blows wild on my dmusic site! best wishes m
