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Thursday, September 30, 2010
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Always Looking for a Seditive
I know that this is Passiflora caerula not Passiflora incarnate but even looking at this flower makes everything better!! Mine is in full bloom as we speak. I planted this guy way to late this year, oh ya... and then there was that sitting in water way too long and getting a little root rot thing. So...I have no fruits this year. That's okay, I have tones of flowers right now.
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Saturday, September 11, 2010
A Single Explosion
Above the rain, the bottle sets me free
I turn to stone, fall back in my seat
The cuts are gone but somehow I'm still bleeding
You know it's true
There's nothing I can do
You know it's true
There's nothing I can do
You know it's true
There's nothing I can do about you
Move to France
La Rochelle or Nice
Get a house
Pretend to live in peace
Paint the walls
A blackout of your face
Stalk the halls
Then move into the basement
You know it's true
There's nothing I can do
Pick a fight, it's just you being right
Walk away, there's nothing I can say
You know it's true
There's nothing I can do about you
So don't you mind the gap when you leave
There'll be time enough to turn tall tomorow
So don't you mind the gap when you leave
Broken up like a tanker on the rocks
Not room for much
I'm like the Cubs against the Sox
On a plane, somewhere over the sea
I fall asleep, convinced that I ain't breathing
You know it's true
There's nothing I can do
You know it's true
There's nothing I can do
Pick a fight, it's just you being right
Walk away there's nothing I can say
You know it's true
There's nothing I can do about you
So don't you mind the gap when you leave
There'll be time enough to turn tall tomorow
So don't you mind the gap when you leave
There'll be time enough to turn tall tomorow
Son don't you mind the gap when you leave
I turn to stone, fall back in my seat
The cuts are gone but somehow I'm still bleeding
You know it's true
There's nothing I can do
You know it's true
There's nothing I can do
You know it's true
There's nothing I can do about you
Move to France
La Rochelle or Nice
Get a house
Pretend to live in peace
Paint the walls
A blackout of your face
Stalk the halls
Then move into the basement
You know it's true
There's nothing I can do
Pick a fight, it's just you being right
Walk away, there's nothing I can say
You know it's true
There's nothing I can do about you
So don't you mind the gap when you leave
There'll be time enough to turn tall tomorow
So don't you mind the gap when you leave
Broken up like a tanker on the rocks
Not room for much
I'm like the Cubs against the Sox
On a plane, somewhere over the sea
I fall asleep, convinced that I ain't breathing
You know it's true
There's nothing I can do
You know it's true
There's nothing I can do
Pick a fight, it's just you being right
Walk away there's nothing I can say
You know it's true
There's nothing I can do about you
So don't you mind the gap when you leave
There'll be time enough to turn tall tomorow
So don't you mind the gap when you leave
There'll be time enough to turn tall tomorow
Son don't you mind the gap when you leave
Saturday, September 4, 2010
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