YaY Venus is in..
:banana:
It just won't quit :disappointed:
it probably has really big hands and feet too
If I'm gonna live here, this place needs a lot of work.
*builds jacuzzi deck*
Quote:It just won't quit
Metal..... get IT into your head.. IT is here to stay :banana:
Venus, is a hill billy chick,
who fucks for S&H Greenstamps...
PS.
I will take over this board.
I have a pretty thick skull....I think I can keep IT at bay a while longer :thumbs-up:
*licks* Metalfan.. taste a little rusty..
:crackhead:
:poke: get back, back vile thing
Quote:WHAT THE FUCK? How could you dis the most talented songwriter of any generation? What are you, a fucking gordon lightfoot fan?
Lay lady lay,
Lay across my big brass bed
Whatever colors you have in your mind
I'll show them to you and you'll see them shine
Vs.
The people who
Have crippled you
You want to see them burn
The gates of Life
Have closed on you
And there just no return
I'll take the later. The former has the substances of Marshmellow fluff.
I like marshmallow fluff......very tasty
You want substance?
Every Grain of Sand
by Bob Dylan
In the time of my confession, in the hour of my deepest need
When the pool of tears beneath my feet flood every newborn seed
There's a dyin' voice within me reaching out somewhere,
Toiling in the danger and in the morals of despair.
Don't have the inclination to look back on any mistake,
Like Cain, I now behold this chain of events that I must break.
In the fury of the moment I can see the Master's hand
In every leaf that trembles, in every grain of sand.
Oh, the flowers of indulgence and the weeds of yesteryear,
Like criminals, they have choked the breath of conscience and good cheer.
The sun beat down upon the steps of time to light the way
To ease the pain of idleness and the memory of decay.
I gaze into the doorway of temptation's angry flame
And every time I pass that way I always hear my name.
Then onward in my journey I come to understand
That every hair is numbered like every grain of sand.
I have gone from rags to riches in the sorrow of the night
In the violence of a summer's dream, in the chill of a wintry light,
In the bitter dance of loneliness fading into space,
In the broken mirror of innocence on each forgotten face.
I hear the ancient footsteps like the motion of the sea
Sometimes I turn, there's someone there, other times it's only me.
I am hanging in the balance of the reality of man
Like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand.
It doesn't get much deeper than Dylan.
OH YEAH
Row, row, row your boat,
Gently down the stream.
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily,
Life is but a dream.