You never know who you touch….By a smile a click a at the right time can mean so much… lighten the heart of one along the way… I reach out to you when ever I may… some times I can show love every day… other times it seems I may have to stray… know I think of you come what may. Know if not here after so many a day… somebody got me and stole me away… but know matter what becomes of me… in this sisters heart you will always be…. Much love … much ..Much mush love like family reunions planned at the homecoming of one at war.. For I will fight for you forever more. For you indeed got it like that… a Sister that has your Back!
When I wake I think of you…For no mater what you my people to. I so want to love you…This I do in spite of you….To wake up to each day and comment to…Hoping you are happy.. try to chase away the blues.. That threatens to keep you from being able to see I am in you as you are in me.. How do I make you understand that though it may seem cloudy everywhere.. The sun still shines lovingly up there.. And if by chance you find it hard to see… you can take a minute to type at me…for my love is not a fad…it remains true to me you are loved much more than just an add. Much Much mush love… like a sister you never knew you had, and finding you makes my heart so very glad.. kinda mush love
Things That make Me Smile. When last hope 13 yrs old kisses me goodnight.Even after all day we seemed to fuss and fight. She knows she is always my shining light.Looking out the window at the puppies when they notice and look up at me...wag tails happily. Sun shines brightly after morning showers like the world smiles, In all of gods Power.Hearing my husband and his Brother talk of their fishing trips.The gleam in their eyes like they invented it. The rain coming makes the air smell sweet. especially after fresh cut grass how clean the streets. My grandbaby bursting through the door.. Because his mother has made him mad...he runs to Nan-Na and hugs me tight ..At that moment for him I can make every thing alright. When people send me funny e-mails That also make me smile.Makes me feel like i am thought of if only for a little while.When they send e-mails of poems they think I should read.A lot of times they comfort me. . in times of need. Critiques that come in honestly.. truly does delight me...Maybe the words did not come out right.. They did not understand. Maybe you should go back and read it. again or take that one in hand. Read it out loud, see what you think. And I do cause no critique is wasted ink.Being able to write to you...tell you what I think too.Music that makes me dance. All alone in my room.. Lift the clouds so they do not continue to loom.. I thank God for this a few moments of Bliss. Hoping I can make the great list.., But most of all, It may not show in my work.But I cannot wait for the day my Father cradles me.., With hope he finds some beauty in me, that after life be. Forever ever happy.. Pray for me., as I will you...That all our happy dreams come true.. , May you be in heaven a life time,Before the devil even knows you are gone.. and do feel free to ,hug yourself from Mzstery...And no I do not think that would be Vanity... Cause my soul dreams of many things like the joy of life's Mzsteries in love bring... much love yawl.
From "Superman" to Man-J.A. Rogers (1917) No sooner had the Southerner ordered his drink than the Negro sidled up to him, and looking him over admiringly said, with one eye on the white man's glass, 'What a pretty white man! Say, boss, yo' is fum Mizzourah, ain't yo'? "'Yes,' said the white man pleased at the open admiration, 'an' wheh ah yo' fum? "'Ah, boss, chided the Negro, 'how kin yo' aste me dat. Boss, Ah'll have a gin-an-rass, too. Dat'll tell yo'!' (Raspberry wine and gin, a favorite drin among certan classes in Missouri.) "The Negro had his drink, and the white man in paying pulled out a roll of bills. The sight of so much money fired the Negro's eloquence. He redoubled his flattery, telling his host how the Northern 'niggers' were 'biggity,' how they thought themselves 'as good a white folks,' and when he had his victim flattered to the seventh heaven of delight, he sprang a hard luck story. The result was several more 'gin-an-rasses' and a dollar! Dixon told the story in a breezy manner, but the senator failed to find any humor in it. Deadly Psycho Die Hard Record Company Good Company/Uniquelly Special People
NEW SONG, NEW BLOG, NEW FRIENDS EVERY MONTH JULIO - JULY
hola chic@s Cada mes hacemos una entrega en nuestro myspace que consta de un tema nuevo, un blog nuevo con varias secciones, en amigos destacados un monográfico de uno o varios grupos y un álbum de fotos nuevas, todo ello relacionado con la canción que presentamos. Esperamos que os guste.
JULIO 2008 Este mes os ofrecemos: nueva canción: "el marinero y la puta" "el marinero y la puta(versión acústica)" "2079(lila dj ça)" nuevo blog: -relatos musicales: "delirium" -pensamientos de "el marinero y la puta" -reflexiones: "¿el deseo de soledad?" nuevos amigos: -monográfico: Argentina nuevas fotos: -álbum "sentadita en el puerto"
Rogers (1917) FIRST DAY "A moral, sensible and well-bred man Will not affront me; and no other can.
" -Cowper
Dixon's quiet assurance and well-bred air, too, surprised him, and made him unconsciously admit to himself that here was a Negro different form his concept of that race, and not much different from himself at all. Yet his racial pride would not permit him to be outwitted by one he regarded as an inferior in spite of that 'inferior's' apparent intelligence. He would try the best tactics best known to him,- the same he had more than once used successfully with Negroes. He would outface his opponent, awe him, as it were, by his racial prestige.
"Do you mean to tell me that you really believe the Negro is the equal of the white man? That YOU think you are as good as a white man? Come on now, none of your theories.
" Dixon appeared far from being intimidated. Indeed, he was secretly amused.
Carefully repressing his mirth, he asked with sprightly ingenuousness:- "In what particular, sir?" The senator, it appears, had not foreseen an analysis of his question, for he stammered: B!S!A! Deadly Psycho Die Hard Record Company How does the pretty stay pretty?
We are absolutely excited about the show coming up on July 11 at Valentines. This should be an absolute killer show! Punk/Alt Rockers THE RENOWNED ARMY from Schenectady will be opening the show. We will playing 2nd! Headlining the show will be the mighty REINFECTA, who recently won 104.9 FM's Battle For Edgefest and will be performing at that great event a couple weeks after our show on the 11th. This is our first time playing with THE RENOWNED ARMY and with REINFECTA. This show will deliver - no doubt about it!
This will be DEFLOWERED's last show for a little while. We plan on taking a little break to tend to our personal lives, work on some new music, and maybe dig up some old music that we haven't played in a long time. There's also talk of going in to a studio to do some recording. But don't worry - we're not going away! We will be back! So come out and see REINFECTA, DEFLOWERED, and THE RENOWNED ARMY tear it up on July 11!
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DEFLOWERED www. myspace. com/defloweredmusic
THE RENOWNED ARMY www. myspace. com/therenownedarmy
VALENTINES 1st Floor Stage 17 New Scotland Ave Albany, NY 12207 18 and Up - $5 8:30 PM Doors - 9 PM Show
FIRST DAY "Is this Boone we are coming into, porter?" he demanded excitedly in a foreign accent, at the same time peering anxiously out of the window at the twinkling lights of the town toward which the train was rushing.
"No, sir," reassured Dixon, "we'll not be in Boone for twenty minutes yet. This is Ames." "Thank you, said the passenger, relieved, "the porter on my car has gone to bed, and I feared I would be carried by." I started to leave but turned when half-way and asked.
"May I ride here with you and get off when we get there?" "Certainly, sir," welcomed Dixon, cordially, "make yourself at home. Where are you grips?" and dropping his book on the seat, Dixon went for his bags.
Returning with them, he placed them in a corner. The passenger was reading the book.
B!S!A! Deadly Psycho Die Hard Record Company Why is he happy?
