05/12/74 - 05/28/04

Death is eternity.


 

Eternity is stone.


 

Stone is silence.


 

Stone cannot speak but stone remembers.


 

It is immortality of a sort...

Filler part 3

More filler for the blogging grist mill.

You know, this would be a lot easier if I had a thousand monkeys instead of a thousand sons!

With monkeys I'd probably have Shakespere by now instead of this drivel.

Just be thankful this is a blog and not a crummy live journal, okay?!

You'd get stuff like this:

Current Music: Ride on Shooting Star, The Pillows
Current Mood: Perky! ^-^

Bah! This is a quality blog! I cannot stress that enough!

Filler part 2

And yet more filler to keep the posts flowing!

Is it working yet?

Do I feel the blazing fury again?

Gah! I dont know!

Lets try one more time...

Filler

Heres some filler to get the blog wheels moving again.

Maybe it will inspire me to actually write something interesting!

Meh. Probably not. But who knows?

Good Day

For Miz. Sabine.

She left us all; too soon and too young:

Good day
doesn't have to be a Friday
Doesn't need to be your birthday
The next one then you won't survive
Sing along
hold my life
A good day is any day that you're alive
Yes a good day is any day that you're alive

Last May
mmmm, you had to ask me
In your dreams you tell me
Tell 'em only you were tired
Sing along
hold my life
A good day is any day that you're alive
Yeah, a good day is any day that you're alive

A bad day comes every once in awhile your body says
Fourteen hundred shooting stars and every time
A bad day comes every once
in your body life
Goodbye...

Hold my life
one last time...
A good day is any day that you're alive
Yes a good day is any day that you're alive
Yes a good day is any day that you're alive
These are the days...

-lyrics by Paul Westerberg