I was hungry and you held the end of my spoon
great lyrics from a great song:
mothers and children
all around on a monday morning
the air is cool and clear
i am too alone to be part of this suburban scene
i am just an observer here
sitting here thinking, "is this my inheritance?"
this dusty Gypsy atmosphere
this dust i'm breathing in is someone else's skin not mine
i grew up far from here.
~Jason Harrod
mothers and children
all around on a monday morning
the air is cool and clear
i am too alone to be part of this suburban scene
i am just an observer here
sitting here thinking, "is this my inheritance?"
this dusty Gypsy atmosphere
this dust i'm breathing in is someone else's skin not mine
i grew up far from here.
~Jason Harrod
tonight i sifted through some pages, some guinness and some tunes. all in accordance to what i thought was best. lately i have been poked by my provoking life.
oh- i'm sorry, let me introduce myself. bill. there... no i don't suppose that will do at all, will it? William James McKinstry IV, 24, male, 5'8"ish, filled with a laugh that was stolen from the devil. oh- and add my insatiable appetite for vengeance. and unkempt hair atop an ageless face.
moving on...
this is the beginning. i suppose much will be typed here- every so often. and don't bother looking for any capitalized letters- they will be too far and few between. it seems that you just can't buy a decent keyboard anymore.
oh- i'm sorry, let me introduce myself. bill. there... no i don't suppose that will do at all, will it? William James McKinstry IV, 24, male, 5'8"ish, filled with a laugh that was stolen from the devil. oh- and add my insatiable appetite for vengeance. and unkempt hair atop an ageless face.
moving on...
this is the beginning. i suppose much will be typed here- every so often. and don't bother looking for any capitalized letters- they will be too far and few between. it seems that you just can't buy a decent keyboard anymore.
