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Oh, be still my heart! What a wonderful night! Beautiful art work as well. This VC is a VERY special group of people. It makes me so proud to be a part. Thanks you guys, for generously allowing us some vicarious delight.

you said you're tired of this goddamn town uh huh you said you're gonna burn it all down uh huh drive your car to the end of the bridge sit and watch the smoke rise lay on your hood at the top of the ridge gonna watch it all burn tonight...well alright you said you fell for a boy at the bar uh huh and the only thing burning was the flame in your heart uh huh drive your car to the end of the bridge sit and watch the sun rise lay on your hood at the top of the ridge gonna fall in love tonight...well alright you said you're tired of this goddamn town you said you're gonna burn it all down you

Everyone I

Pretty much always.

We got the news Ithaca got snow It was just that kind of day All I know is that you've gone and left us here below All I wish is that you'd stay We leave this cursed city in the same way we come in We trace the roads On the way out, we shed our certainties like clothes We thought this was our sacrifice But the world knew otherwise And took you from us Before your time, right before our eyes We think we're walking home But you can't go there unless it wants you You can stand on the streets But still the destination haunts you Is that where you are now? To have believed that's truest love

That's great! Well played.

Another Christmas present. I may have to start on some comics or graphic novels soon.

By the clear and the winding stream In the valley of Strathmore Where my love and I have been Where we'll wander never more But if time was a thing man could buy All the money that I have in store I would give for one day by her side In the valley of Strathmore From the glen of the golden and the green I left for a land far away Where sadness has never been seen Aye, and joy only costs a day's pay In Strathmore there's a long working day For a man with his hands on the plow But it's work I'd be happy to do If at night I were lying with you As I take a long draft from my glass Oh, I'm d

Christmas present for the rest of the quiet holiday:

Sure. Who else is gonna bring you A broken arrow Who else is gonna bring you A bottle of rain There he goes, moving across the water There he goes turning my whole world around Do you feel what I feel Can we make that so it's part of the deal I gotta hold you in these arms of steel Lay your heart on the line ... this time I wanna breathe when you breathe When you whisper like that hot summer breeze Count the beads of sweat that cover me Didn't you show me a sign, this time Who else is gonna bring you A broken arrow Who else is gonna bring you A bottle of rain There he goes, moving ac

^ she is benediction she is addicted to thee she is the root connection she is connecting with he here I go and I don't know why I fell so ceaselessly could it be he's taking over me... I'm dancing barefoot heading for a spin some strange music draws me in makes me come on like some heroin/e she is sublimation she is the essence of thee she is concentrating on he, who is chosen by she here I go and I don't know why I spin so ceaselessly, could it be he's taking over me... she is re-creation she, intoxicated by thee she has the slow sensation that he is levitating with she ... h

Finished tonight. Weeping. Next up:

Really delightful read so far. Spiritual journeys are rocky roads. This road is filled with wonder. I love it. Good call gsteinb.

She said: It looks. Don't you think it looks a lot like rain? He said: Isn't it. Isn't it just. Isn't it just like a woman? She said: It's hard. It's just hard. It's just kind of hard to say. He said: Isn't it. Isn't it just. Isn't it just like a woman? She said: It goes. That's the way it goes. It goes that way. He said: Isn't it. Isn't it just like a woman? She said: It takes. It takes one. It takes one to. It takes one to know one. He said: Isn't it just like a woman? She said: She said it. She said it to no. She said it to no one. Isn't it. Isn't it just? Isn't it just like a woman? Your

You da man!

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YAY! I owe you one too. I didn't forget!

Upon my suggestion, or before? RIP Richard. Such a gentle soul.

It's good someone still remembers. Also from Rommel: DEER TRACKS Beautiful, sobbing, high-geared fucking and then to lie silently like deer tracks in the freshly-fallen snow beside the one you love. that's all.

Been reading passages today like it was the Bible.

I can tell by your eyes you

When your mother sends back all your invitations And your father to your sister he explains That you're tired of yourself and all of your creations Won't you come see me, Queen Jane? Won't you come see me, Queen Jane? Now when all of the flower ladies want back what they have lent you And the smell of their roses does not remain And all of your children start to resent you Won't you come see me, Queen Jane? Won't you come see me, Queen Jane? Now when all the clowns that you have commissioned Have died in battle or in vain And you're sick of all this repetition Won't you come see me, Queen

Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river You can hear the boats go by You can spend the night beside her And you know that she's half crazy But that's why you want to be there And she feeds you tea and oranges That come all the way from China And just when you mean to tell her That you have no love to give her Then she gets you on her wavelength And she lets the river answer That you've always been her lover And you want to travel with her And you want to travel blind And you know that she will trust you For you've touched her perfect body with your mind. And Jesus was a sailor W

I can' seem to put this one down. Wow. She is weaving such a compelling story.