WE NEED BANDS / TECHS / COMEDIANS / SPONSOR'S and 30 more Wrestlers to bring the number to 75 shoot the feature length docu-drama for entry into Sundance/Tribeca/Caan film fests. We will set a new world record and shine a huge light on hunger in America. We can put you up while you are at the marathon thanks to "The Garfield Suites & Hotel" generously providing us with suites for the four day event. Contact me now to reserve your place in TV, Film and Wrestling History. No star to large or to small. PS We need to raise 10'000lbs of food to beat the Bengals food drive last Sunday so tell everyone you know who can come out and support this for the people who need it. Times are hard and need is growing. Indy wrestling is big and together we can leave a damn big footprint in the ass of hunger over the holidays, choose to make a difference in your world. You will be proud come Monday after Thanksgiving, I promise.
Hey! I've been listening to Sister Hazel's newest cd...and my GOD...I totally noticed you have a similar sound! Awesome! Hope all is well in your corner, and you are rockin' it like no tomorrow!!
Autumn
When the trees their summer splendor
Change to raiment red and gold,
When the summer moon turns mellow,
And the nights are getting cold;
When the squirrels hide their acorns,
And the woodchucks disappear;
Then we know that it is autumn,
Loveliest season of the year.
Autumn Leaves
Leaves in the autumn came tumbling down,
Scarlet and yellow, russet and brown,
Leaves in the garden were swept in a heap,
Trees were undressing, ready for sleep.
Just Showing Love On Wednesday...
Have A Great Day Today And Always..
Peace&Love
Christy
I've Been Captured
Distracted
My Mind Is Spinning Circles
Around My Thoughts
A Carousel Within My Head
Sparkling And Lovely
But The Music
Spins Faster
And The Painted Figures
Leap Free Of Their Bindings
My Thoughts Are Loose And Wild....
Good-Morning...
I Hope You Have A Great Tuesday...
Just Showing Some Love To You Today And Always..
Peace&Love
Christy
The moon has a face like the clock in the hall;
She shines on thieves on the garden wall,
On streets and fields and harbor quays,
And birdies asleep in the forks of the trees.
The squalling cat and the squeaking mouse,
The howling dog by the door of the house,
The bat that lies in bed at noon,
All love to be out by the light of the moon.
But all of the things that belong to day
Cuddle to sleep to be out of her way;
And flowers and children close their eyes
Till up in the morning the sun shall rise.
Great is the sun, and wide he goes
Through empty heaven without repose;
And in the blue and glowing days
More thick than rain he showers his rays.
Though closer still the blinds we pull
To keep the shady parlor cool,
Yet he will find a chink or two
To slip his golden fingers through.
The dusty attic, spider-clad,
He, through the keyhole, maketh glad;
And through the broken edge of tiles,
Into the laddered hayloft smiles.
Meantime his golden face around
He bares to all the garden ground,
And sheds a warm and glittering look
Among the ivy’s inmost nook.
Above the hills, along the blue,
Round the bright air with footing true,
To please the child, to paint the rose,
The gardener of the World, he goes.
Have A Great Weekend..
Peace& Love
Always Christy
Hey Skeeter McGee, great fuckin' songs and voice!!! Letting Go and Wasting Away really blow me away. Where in the hell is Randy's Roadhouse? I use to have a weekly gig in Batesville years ago while living in Indy, but can't remember the name. Anyway, great to be hooked up with you guys via cyberspace!!! Cheers, Mike
We like your music a lot and we would be very honored to be able to share the stage with you sometime if by any chance that is possible.? Spencer Shot 14
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