just erased myspace.............and it felt good.
ill be back here again periodically for now though im moving.

its late, and i have discovered i maybe drink to much.
but i just got off work,time to peal back the news paper and find something a bit more interesting.

Poll #770119 what the hell why not
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yoyu think im crazy wait till you see this

hateing it all over again..................................................................................................................................... and not going away to school........................................... drink to that and lets see where we get!...............................................trying for a differant job thats something for sure and for certain@!

sometimes i just want to go home.......
home is an impression left on ones soul from early ages....
however leaving an empty hollow feeling.
i am happy,content even but hollow.
and i dont know why, maybe because to many things go unsaid or maybe i can barley wait to hear the answer...

glad to have heard your sweet voice,
between the guitar rifts and smoke filled dreams.
adding wood to the fire,as the sun creeps up and kisses the earth.
i had forgot and moved on.
your ghost must sense me creeping in your space,
last night you sang me a love song.
and my ears are damned for listening,for crying,for digging up the past.
why.................after so many years away from you,
am i feeling this way.
displaced,confused,
hangin onto memory books and last words,
why?

dear skully,
i miss you,you are my peaceful more reserved at times,and other times,,,/just way out there/..straight up mad and even at times contagious with happiness or sorrow,i'm sorry i have traded you in,but i have more friends on the other side.but i do miss you so,your earthy tones and heady thoughts.ill try to treat you better,and i promise to have coffee sometime soon......i have finals so thats that....someday we'll be together again soon....
i do love you.
your words are your children
and i believe in that.
love
me your favorite.........hehehhe.

Sometimes love is written in a phones call.......... when an old familair voice asks......./When are you comin home?/
home???????
Yah i did call that place home for quite awhile.
/home/......home is where you hand your hat,
especially when you live a gypsy life.,
and you love your walkin shoes.....more then you love,love.
funny how birds of a feather flock together.
when your all scattered about the earth,thoose are your friends,the ones you never see.
theres a mystery about that........comin in dancin and smilin and tellin of wise men on the road,....................................

and then.....
you disappear.
I was brought up the old way......
a man is only as honest as his hand shake..go on...call me old fashioned.
i was raised by the gypsies and road whores,who taught me of shinny things and fortune telling,
and trading at the market for a piece of meat,,,,,,,,,
because that may be all you eat for the week.
i shook a mans hand once , and i said id be back.....
its been to years now,
i work for an honest dollar and i once worked for a few honest men..
somewhere i lost sight of that...

That phone call,that old familiar voice,,,
that honest man,is in search of some bar keep for the summer.
and oh baby.............its sealed ../I am going/
back to the banks of lake poncetrain,
back to slidell.
gettin back to the crawlfish.....and a cold corona on the dock,having dreams of being a sailor..
watchin the boats pull into the marina...
....and the sweltering sun of southern louisianna
amen........amen to friends i have, that most of the time have been my bosses,because i believe in good ole fashion work, and an honest person,the old ways......america needs to get back in touch with that.
we've all gotten too big and high on our horses.everyone wants more.
how bout try this.
take a little piece and be humble,gloat yourself on honesty,,,,because anymore honesty is a hot commodity..........
and no one believes in a handshake anymore.
i do.... mines worth a million words ,for the rest of my life.
because i gloat on honesty...and hard work
i will never be left unemployed,i know too many people and ive worked too hard,when one door closes another flings open.
and god damn!