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Before we go any further, I have to admit that I am a slave to Apple and it's products. From the first time I got an iPod, to right now.
I feel it's darkness grip, Down on my chest it crushes. Not a breath can pass my lips , Across my face a coldness rushes.
Maybe for those of us without a home to point to, nomads, we use music. It anchors us the way a home town would.
This actually did happen to a real person, and the real person was me. I had gone to catch a train. This was April 1976, in Cambridge, U.K. I was a bit early for the train.
And so here we are...... Rise up into the sky Come now, you can try. Fields of golden eggs - unploughed Fruits in luscious bloom - devour The feasts of your mind - they shine.
Over the last few days, I have been contemplating the process of vomiting, in-between vomiting as part of the most violent bout of V&D I have ever had the misfortune to be involved in.
Last one, #7 If you really knew me you wood know my granny went missing 9 years ago, yeh its a granny it sounds weird but no need to say its not real. She was the closet thing to me.
I'm never quite sure how to introduce myself. The name is a good place to start, I suppose, but if you've checked my username, you already know what to call me.
Hello, I am Sir Mars and this is my Opuss. I thought a polite introduction was in order. I suppose I should begin with my 'nom du plume'. And the reason I am called Sir Mars.
My perfect date Sitting on a hill as the sun is setting. We have a small picnic basket filled with home made goods and a blanket.
We met and later we loved each other. I'm her king and she my beloved Queen. We shared life stories and they had a lot in common. The same difficult life jus a different way of living it.
I'm falling asleep, My body is getting colder, My hearts searching for just one last beat. I've been shot down to the core all that's on my mind is defeat.
True love is like a pair of socks: you've gotta have two of them and they've gotta match.