From: the backwoods of Mass.
sometimes it's just right...you carve a bit of the chaos and make some perpetuation...you hold onto your balls and make things right...you fight the fight thats right...you care beyond that that is yourself: grander pictures that fit in this universe, hope that kindles a space ride to the stars: perhaps the monkey shines, perhaps the dragonfly reins...dunno...you grab random stardust,atoms, perspex, hold but release that which flows...a new day as the dawn askew shows new horizons...perhaps all this trepidation is just growing pains but perhaps it is a real cry to arms...
edited for spelling..
< Message edited by robpost3 -- 3/3/2007 7:44:47 AM >
The Yankee Motto:
Use it up,
Wear it out,
Or do without.
"God Help us, and God, come yourself.
Don't send Jesus, this is no place for children."