blog it.
sunday night. after a spaghetti dinner, holiday drinks, beautiful tree decorating, and impromtu dance party (new order, billy idol, the usze playing at my private aka lonewolf spizville danceparties) talk of and joking about blogging gives way to the inevitable. guest blog!
hit it arley:
we only had 4 dollars so we could only put lights on the front side of the tree.
moits is eating the peppermint cake now.
or dying. i can’t tell the difference.
ehhhh african boy hellow my friend yes its me hello myfriend its me
“it was so pretty.. how could it be ugly?” derya says of the peppermint cake.
more delicious than magnolias! by far.
“ohhhh i like benjamin franklin! dork!”
moira adds:
ben franklin was a forefather, a foreplay father, and an engineer of forethought, a lot like derya hanife.
i never laughed so many as i do with ms. altan. moira cleans cats for money. another thing fix my hair (brain for money.) okay al wants to be write and party. gotta go. moi
secret: derya loves creed…the christian rock band, LOVES them, she mystically abuses them as her band drug of choice.
alex seconds:
What does this ship bring to me
Far across the restless sea
Waiting for the sirens call
I’ve never seen it here before
There she blogs it the lonely trail
Getting through the breaking winds
Drifting slowly from the coast
She is lost forever more
We all want some kind of love
But sometimes it’s not enough
To the wall and through the door
With a stranger on the shore
I won’t desert you
I don’t know what to say
I really hurt you
I nearly gave it all the way
I’ve got it all
Cause you were not the one
I don’t know where to turn when you’re gone
When you’re gone
Gotta catch the midnight train
First to Paris then to Spain
Travel with a document
All across the continent
City life is flying by
The wheels are turning all around
Get on board we can’t be late
Our destination cannot wait
All the stars and all the worlds
Filling up this universe
Can never be as close as us
We never shine as bright or??
I won’t desert you
I don’t know what to say
I really hurt you
I nearly gave it all the way
I’ve got it all
Cause you were not the wrong one
I don’t know where to turn when you’re gone
When you’re gone
I won’t desert you
I don’t know what to say
I really hurt you
I nearly gave it all the way
I’ve got it all
Cause you were not the one
I don’t know where to turn when you’re gone
When you’re gone
How many times must I lose my way, hey
How many words do I have to say, hey
What can I do just to make you see
That you’re so good for a man like
A man like me
it’s like you’re here with me right?
Posted in Blog
December 5th, 2007 at 6:26 pm
“there she blogs it the lonely trail”
potentially the best line ever