Toast to me with only thought, I will pour with mine, leave those feelings as you brought, a gift that's all to fine, thirst upon your soul is sought, no drink is more divine, should your glass run dry you ought, to take what lies in mine;
Separating life from dares, I've harvested that tree, finding what at best it bares, it could not withered be, In happiness I share your cares, that can't be changed from me, Hypnotic Glass has since been fair, but it’s no longer free.
DISSONANCE
Not what did they say, but how did they speak? Not was it that day, but is it this week? Not what was their creed, but did they bring cheer? Not who was in need, but were those held dear? Not what was their role, but did they play the part? Not what was their goal, but did they have heart? Did they pick what to gain, or elect what to give? Did they choose how to die, or decide how to live?
DIRECTION
Walking a path,
life's version of fate, defeating is how those describe the wait, preceding for others, known to be great, succeeding to help those continue on straight;
There's many a story that we buy and sell, in depicting perspectives of Heaven and Hell, but middle earth is where you live through it to tell, you hold your head high or you live where you fell.
SEASONS
Look for years tomorrow,
put the past behind,
don’t give in to sorrow,
time you will not find;
Clouds will shadow daylight,
and steal the warmth of sun,
moon and stars is all that's bright,
and rain is never done;
But sweetest feelings savor,
from scores of stormy day,
when thoughts of heavy labor,
have pulled your heart away;
Those who never know regret,
will not know infinite peace,
that clings to troubled spirit,
when it finally finds release;
Stand in shadows,
recognize your sight,
through life's strongest darkness,
comes the very strength of light.
INSOMNIA
Come to me into my dreams, as you’ve done a thousand times before, remind me of true love’s adore, and I’ll forget that my mind schemes, so long as we can live once more;
I know you not by sight or sound, nor taste, nor touch, nor smell are bound, yet still there’s proof that you are real, even when your soul cannot be found, because I know of how you make me feel;
And I have nothing left to lend, but cost of day is what I’ll spend, now bring me joy and constant youth, so our love will never have to end, and we can always dream in truth.
I play volleyball.
I watch cartoons.
I'm a Bears/Cubs fan.
You cannot beat me in Nintendo Wii Tennis.
I have re-occurring zombie dreams... and I never survive.
I'm the greatest internet monopoly player of all-time. No, really, I am.
Dan the fuckin man!!! How ya been? We havent played austins in a long time, but you can come to the next local one. Feb 21 @ cali coal house or journey out to the chi on a sunday. So how are things im danland?
hey you! if you go under my friends and go to the "new" bar...she is on the top row...says brittany. yeah the weather is wonderful today...im heading to the flags tonight with my parents so that should be fun. ill def let ya know about pick up games!!!
yo dan that is a nasty mole under reria lips i wonder if jello eats reria mole ??? yo dan fucker download yahoo or aim fucker add me on yahoo at ronsayo@yahoo.com go cubs
hahahha i think ron is upset "greg pussy i will kill him. i have no one left just sumara" (ronaldo chong '08) that is one beautiful comment mr chong left you
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