La musica lunedì Sera Laura Pausini e Lara Fabian

Marco se n'è andato e non ritorna più
Il treno delle sette e trenta senza lui
È un cuore di metallo senza l'anima
Nel freddo del matino grigio di città






A scuola il banco è vuoto, Marco è dentro me
È dolce il suo respiro fra i pensieri miei
Distanze enormi sembrano dividerci
Ma il cuore batte forte dentro me





Chissà se tu mi penserai
Se con i tuoi non parli mai
Se ti nascondi come me
Sfuggi gli sguardi e te ne stai






Rinchiuso in camera e non vuoi mangiare
Stringi forte al te il cuscino
Piangi non lo sai
Quanto altro male ti farà la solitudine











Marco nel mio diario ho una fotografia
Hai gli occhi di bambino un poco timido
La stringo forte al cuore e sento che ci sei
Fra i compiti d'inglese e matematica








Tuo padre e i suoi consigli che monotonia
Lui con il suo lavoro ti ha portato via
Di certo il tuo parere non l'ha chiesto mai
Ha detto: "un giorno tu mi capirai"







Chissà se tu mi penserai
Se con gli amici parlerai
Per non soffrire più per me
Ma non è facile lo sai







A scuola non me posso più
E i pomeriggi senza te
Studiare è inutile tutte le idee
Si affollano su te







Non è possibile dividere
La vita di noi due
Ti prego aspettami amore mio
Ma illuderti non so








La solitudine fra noi
Questo silenzio dentro me
è l'inquietudine di vivere
La vita senza te








Ti prego aspettami perché
Non posso stare senza te
Non è possibile dividere
La storia di noi due







La solitudine fra noi
Questo silenzio dentro me
è l'inquietudine di vivere
La vita senza te






Ti prego aspettami perché
Non posso stare senza te
Non è possibile dividere
La storia di noi due




La solitudine

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Sometimes they Do

Sometimes at night, you can watch a plane fly through the moon

Some days that start out as the worst of your life, turn out to be the best

So much we take for granted

So easy only to see pain

Sometimes miracles happen, sometimes they don't

... but sometimes they do

Molten Tiger Hidden Speedcat

In the year 2525, If Speedy SpaceCat is still alive, if Bloggers can survive, they may find ... In the year 3535, Speedy's Time Warp will age us all by then ... In the year 4545, You won't need a head or face, Nobody's gonna look at you ... In the year of 5555, Your Arms and Legs have nothing to do, Some Speedy Robot in space-time is doing that for you ... In the year 7077 you may be part of a "nebula" .00000000000001 inches wide stuffed like a clam inside.



This has been a response to DCR's Space Boys, Space Boys, Whatcha Gonna Do? Post


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Rose Canyon Meteor

You're my lucky meteor. Right on and SHAZAM
I'll hold your half for you - since you have no hands or arms
Meteor, we call this here being in sublime past warp rift

We need to find a home yesum' I wreck un'
We need some stability in our life, man !!
We need to settle down and grow some tahmaederz
Me and my meteor


Look at that town, meteor, it looks alright
I bet people in a town like that'll be nice to us
Let's go down there - come on, don't be lazy, you dumb space rock

No way I'd ever sell you, Meteor
Not in a million billion trillion years
But just for laughs, let's see how much you're worth

Toilets in the SKY

Where are all these pictures taken? Yes, I snapped them from a high-rise bathroom window. The bottom photo shows the stall on the right, and my reflection on the left. Now maybe I am a bit naive, as I am not in skyscrapers too often, but a shitter with windows overlooking the city seemed odd. While standing at the sink, I could look across into other building windows. I wonder if anyone was taking my picture?

Yah yah yah ... I took these 2 years ago, but I have to go to work in 20 minutes and just made this cheap blogging rip off from the archives.

BIG Card 4 the b b b b b Birthday Girl Julie

Today is a blogging friends birthday. Julie is one of the kindest people I know, and this year is a special one! You can drop in and say Happy Birthday too, over here: (( Julie's Jewels and Junque ))

The Green People are in my Tree

For each petal on the shamrock
This brings a wish your way
Good health, good luck, and happiness
For today and every day

Dance as if no one were watching
Sing as if no one were listening
And live every day as if it were your last

Happy St Patty green peoples

Smoked Mirrors and Stigma / Super Chicken Tuesday

Wander

Wander through pool reflections
Wander through smoked mirrors and stigma
Stem and root are genuine ... yet leaves turn grey
My best cow Bessie just ate a bunch of hay

Glimpses catch her fodder
in quiet movements and glances
... wind peeling back the layers of unique magic
tongues of poplar yellow now rot tragic

They come as slices of sunshine
across pine needles and beds of soft rusty cones
They flash orange red and crimson across cornia
branches pencil thin against me ( tickle tickle )
soda makes me urine while cruising in Tallahassee

Perfect movements that open mine eyes!
shift the landscape and let the veil of consciousness wane
... like gold weather vanes
and silver spurs of tarnished boots

But the wind dies and many think in threes
March has caught demise in play
created sight where meanings change elements
allows the syrup to cover the ground
brushing aside status quo and standard fancy
... why waste time reading a novel by Tom Clancy

I write poems that stimulate and intrigue
a feat of feet and toes count them five ten
when I want some good rice
- I call Uncle Ben's
These are the saturated qualms of endearment you see
Arugula salads for nomenclatures ... and me

Day Light Savings Bonds & Jittery Coffee Drinkers

Ohhhh the sadness ... I will loose some sleep ! Blah blah blah - "toughen up", soft cookies.

You can find articles about the big clock changing of the small hand all over the place. Some people like it, some hate it. I say, any policy that allows me to play golf until 10:00 PM in the dead of summer is GOOD.

Weeds growing in the clock
To work or love or fight or cry
I could be calm and wistful, sure
Close my eyes at night .. but not quite yet

It was a tasty and lusty pain
Salty sea to see mine greens
But, oh, to have you down the fairway
This is fuel to my heart
Like a trailer court hottie




A new Coffee Party with political astro turf roots has bolstered a new following in American towns across the nation.

They are similar to the Tea Party , but far more jittery. There is also a new 'Me Party' gaining popularity in rural communities. What do all these new parties mean for congress? They seem to hold a message of concern, and intolerance for the paid off pansies of the two main parties. People are tired of the kiss ass spokes models who drop their pants for bankers. I say, "Coffee, Tea, or Me ??

" Sometimes what makes you pee is best "... SpeedyCat Hollydale





Special Report: Jamie Kennedy & Jennifer Love Hewitt Call It Quits !!

While Jennifer has stated that the break up was just a simple case of faded love, many people in Hollydale have seen her with a new "mystery man". They say he is furry, loud, and drives an old piece of shit van. The new couple was also captured on film making out on a Hollydale Bag Home deck .... more on this story HERE





The Hollydale Housing Commission has implemented a new affordable living community in the now abandon Babahooski Farm acreage.

The dwellings are built of bags filled with a garbage and foam mix

This one bedroom model sells for 2000 dollars, and has available 30 year 29% APR financing. Monthly installments of 3.88 are easily affordable for the unemployed family picking up cans in the city. I am sure DCR will have his calculator out to check the math ....

What is a Baghouse , and how can I buy one !??? ( click and see )
Report: Jamie Kennedy & Jennifer Love Hewitt Call It Quits Access Hollywood



....... and now please enjoy some dancing raccoons sent to me by Deana

at JibJab!

落在我的頭上的雨點

あなたが私にいつ私が来て、あなたの山の夢を見ることを知らないで、私たちの時は一晩中雨でいっぱいになる秋のプールが再び力を見つけるか尋ねる　一緒に　あなたの西洋のウィンドウで　私がいつ雨での再び一晩中のあなたの発言権を聞いている


你問我我什麼時候在來，我不知道
我夢想徹夜 的你的有雨的山和秋季池
我們再找力量時起在你的西方窗口
我什麼時候再將在聽到你的聲音
通宵在雨中


Les gouttes de pluie Tombant sur ma Tête Ils sentent le froid ils se sentent humides que je rappèle l'avoir
elle sous la pluie, quand temps n'a pas eu d'importance Tout je suis senti m'étais la chaleur comme mon corps
a frissonné
l'amour dans l'orage m'a dirigé de retour au jour brillant

Return to the Phepping Zone

Many have never heard the legend of the pheppings. It is a story of a secret band of river dwellers that have been lost in the archives of human existence. Save the whales? Sure ... that's nice, but they are just fish. (OK, mammals) ya ya ya ...

Centuries ago, there were thousands of Pheppings. They were nomadic in nature, but mainly indigenous to the plains in the Midwest regions of America. Some say that they migrated from Canada during the 1700's, which seems totally plausible. Canadians like to huddle in groups of 5 or less.

What is concerning to me is the demise and loss of breeding grounds for the phepping. They have lost most of their natural habitat to urban sprawl, which also causes global warming. (so does blogging)
The phepping has resorted to pooling tribes along the Sagootchie Creek Bed in Mankato Minnesota. There, they congregate and eat chicken from the KFC dumpsters after closing. Restaurants throw away tons of food! (also causing global warming)



Here are the traits and characteristics that outline just what it is to be phepping. Please save this outline to your Google Documents for further review, then E-mail your friends. This story needs to be told .... somewhere, somehow.

1. They have a language based on Norwegian / Swedish slang, mixed with English and Spanish terms. An example sentence structure might look like this ...

"Peeka Seeka kikin hungree ... Verganz me cole oww har! Me's gettin em sem gravy. (grunt ~ grunt) Gettim outa me riva mothee effie?"

2. They crouch down and protect their food. Many pheppings are compulsive criminals.

3.Pheppings routinely wash their hands in the river, but rarely bathe. They have an odor reminiscent of dead carp doused with arm-pit sweat. You will probably smell a phepping long before catching a rare glimpse of one.

4. Many have families, but spend little time socializing. They are far to schizophrenic to ever become close to one another, nor any human.

5. Pheppings LOVE sticks, and whittle them into spoons and other beach tools.

6. They hunt and gather .... all of the time. One report from the "Underground Culture Blog" proved that pheppings will bury thousands of items gathered up from backyards of nearby neighborhoods. They return in the spring (like squirrels) to re-organize and trade treasured belongings.

7. Pheppings are endangered, and need our help.

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To donate old toys, canned food with easy-open tops, and sticks, go to the Phepping Phoundation




For more information on this incredible and heartbreaking story, send questions and comments to: Phepping WIKI

Poetry about Wind

It was a bad year at work, and something inside me snapped. Before I had a chance to reconcile with my brash, emotional reasoning, pure impulse led me out the door. I quit my job that day, and lit all the cars on fire in the parking lot. Great fun sure, but the explosions destroyed my own car, and I found myself on the run. I had arrest warrants in 57 states. I always thought there were 50, but the Marlboro smoking president said we have 57. That's when I fueled up the hog and called the old gang.

It had been decades since my last run, so you imagine my shock to find out the Hollarottons Motorcycle gang was still together. Time changes everything, even hairlines, but out on the open road time stands still. They were still in the illegal tortilla chip racket, and had a pipeline of cargo being shipped daily. The men on bikes were there to make sure that the county roads remained "open". If you have ever seen 99c Doriteetios at the dollar store, you have seen the contraband. Of course before re-packaging, dope was added to the powdered cheese. Once you start eating Doriteetios, you may never stop. It has been said they are the most addictive snack chip on the planet.

I used to ride out in front, like the first goose in the V, but part of being reinstated to the gang meant being last for a few days. This made my blood boil. Call me crazy, call me a loose cannon, whatever you want to call me, but this pushed me to subversive tactics. I beat the crap out of every last one of the Hollarotton bikers. It felt good to blow off some steam.

With a fresh new attitude, and a full tank of stolen gas, I set out to find me a new bride. I did not want to pick out a rotten woman again, so I jotted down a few prerequisites ...


1. loves outdoors and camping
2. writes poetry about wind
3. likes bearded outlaws
4. happy in boots, happy in heels
5. wears too much make-up
5. colored hair a plus
6. smells good wearing leather
7. has teeth / or a good set of dentures
8. likes to french in the moonlit canyons
9. not afraid to take turns driving
10. hates socialism

A New Blog on an Old Date with Speedcat Shoes Running Trails

The founder of the coveted Razzie Awards has taken to the media to ask Sandra Bullock to return the award she won last month for Worst Actress in All About Steve. I heard this and immediately had an interest in watching the film and judge for myself.

"We are ready to take the unprecedented step of asking a winner to return a Razzie," John Wilson, told the UK's Telegraph newspaper. I did find this "All about Steve" movie trailer. Think I'll check it out on Netflix.

Anyone seen it already?

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Why is everyone walking on my Grass & Dammit !

What are all you people doing on my blog, and why is everyone walking on my grass? A man cannot have anything nice around here with all you young uns` comin round and making a mess. I know one of you hit my Email box with a bat too! I'll catch you, mark my words. Where is my car?? Dammit ... must have been one of them damn kids again, here running around my blog like it's some kind of playground.


DAMMIT !!