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hi everyone,you ever sit back a wonder what keeps us?well i use to,but now i don't for it is simple.when you born you are forever linked to it.it is all round us in many froms good and bad,but without it we could not live.well get to the point man,ok!it is love,you got it from your parents,family,friends,and a mate or wife.you and i also got it from our father god,he loved us enough that his son died for us to live in the after life.love the tie that binds us all.god bless us all and be safe. don don

i might be on tomorrow. i don't know.
i have drawn this beautiful house and it's looking great.
my dad just built me a chicken coop and im going to be getting silkie chickens soon. i have been taking care of my 8 cows, 8 chickens and 4 dogs and 9 cats.
But sadly i havent seen my cat Goldie, i think he's gone. i have been crying alot.
well g2g.

When everything seems to be unfair,when all that you do is not appreciated,I'll take your hand, wipe away your tears,take you for a walk and remind you how special you are.If not for them ,.for me

and then then fun really got going im starting 2 realize the more outrageous and different u write the more the freaks start writing u but i need an around way freak in chi town or as rick james would say a super freak is this what i really want no is this what i need hell ya who wouldn't i better be careful though that's how the last one got me sprung i need a new beer 2 cry in or maybe my angel will read this and see i need her just 2 hold me and gently kiss me and tell me everythings alright that their wii be no more lonely nights that she's the only one that will hold me tight and to stay focused cuz she has me in sight 2 protect my heart and help me make through these cold chicago nights

Once upon a time, there lived a young faire princess and her charming prince. The charming prince longed to win the affections of the princess, but she hid in her heart her growing affection for him.

One day the faire princess and the charming prince were riding upon the prince's trusty white stead, a brand new 1994 Geo Prizm with... a cracked windshield. The faire princess rode next to her prince. She sat only close enough so that the charming prince could reach with his right hand and rub her knee. He did this to demonstrate his affection for the princess and to remind himself that she was truly with him and it was not just a wonderful dream. As the charming prince's trusty stead crested a hill, the faire princess pointed out the nice sunset to her prince. The charming prince was directing his trusty stead with his left hand, rubbing the princess's knee with his right hand, attempting to watch the course of his trusty stead and glance up at his princess when he had a chance. He was a bit distracted. Distracted though he was, the prince commented that the sunset was indeed pretty and nice. Upon returning to the castle, the faire princess gracefully strode to a nearby window. Once again, the princess admired the colorful sunset. The princess called to her prince to fix his gaze upon the setting sun. The faire princess secretly wanted to be close to her prince and be held in his arms. She hoped that he would come and snuggle close to her, so that they could enjoy the setting sun together. The charming prince came to the window and saw the beauty of the sunset, but was even more transfixed by the beauty of the faire princess. The prince longed in his heart to be close to the faire princess, so he snuggled up to her from behind, his arms around her waist, his head upon her shoulder. As the prince snuggled close to her, the princess placed her hands upon his and they admired the colorful sunset together.

As the weeks went on, the charming prince wooed the faire princess with flowers and chocolates, warm hugs and tender kisses on the cheek. Her love for the prince grew and she could keep it secret no more. One day, the faire princess proclaimed her growing love for the charming prince. The prince knew well of the princess's growing love, but was very pleased that she could no longer keep it hidden in her heart. The charming prince and the princess soon after, shared their first kiss. It was a tender kiss, a loving kiss. The kiss was full of the passion and desire that the charming prince and faire princess had in their hearts for one another.

As the days, weeks and months went on, the love that the faire princess and the charming prince had for one another continued to grow. They shared their secrets. They shared their dreams. They even shared their hope for a lifetime of love together. With love the charming prince held in his heart for the faire princess and the love the faire princess held in her heart for the charming prince, they did have a wonderful life full of love together. And they lived happily ever after...

The End....Could you be my prince?

Monday 9 March

I've been told that people reading this have had to seek medical help for terminal boredom so you've been warned. Read this and you could be feeding through a tube.

Adelaide cup day. Or so I'm told. Adelaidians spent up big despite the depression and economic gloom. The book makers thank you for your participation in their continued economic welfare. Personally though, I haven't seen a horse all day.

I didn't think I'd make it to the Duke's house but I did. I was very tired all day. You'd think with all that riding around yesterday I would have slept like the dead but I didn't. I was shagged but couldn't sleep so I got up, pottered round and then did all the house work. I can even cook on the stove now. Woo Hoo.

I decided that I'd wait till after my daily live cross to the United States where I talk to my good friend Doktor Oscar in Sunny rural Virginia, and then see how I felt. I felt shagged. But what the hell, I went to Dukastein's place anyway. I delivered and sorted out the data that Doktor Badger needed and the Duke gave me a copy of "Queer Duck." Which is a gay cartoon of some kind. It looks quite hysterical.

I hit the road again and came home after dark. There is a good reason for this. If I had left earlier I would have not only been riding into the setting sun but other road bound air polluters would probably not be able to see me. But with my bicycle disco lights ablaze, it was much safer. And cooler. It never ceases to amaze me. When I'm riding into a head wind like that I absolutely hate it. But when I get off the bike I think. "Hey that was damn fun."

I got home and rewarded myself with some cold watermelon and here I am.

I went and saw my Chinese girls at the fruit shop earlier in the day. The younger one insisted on giving me a portion of sweet bar toffee thing. She said she got it from Chinatown in the central market. It was actually a pretty ordinary sesame bar but I told her it was the most wonderful thing. And actually, at the time it was. Great bike fuel. Those girls are ever so sweet. I don't even know what they're saying half the time but I love them dearly. I want to scoop them up and give them a big hug but I'm not that forward.

Remind me to find out what their names are. Every time I've been in there lately there's been someone else there and/or I've been too tired and didn't want to screw it up. But I really want to find out what their stories are. I'd bet they have something interesting to tell.

I love all the people that come here from far off lands. They're so brave and generally just happy to be here. Even despite the inherent racism that still pervades this country. I love all the accents and languages. I wish I could speak them all. Hell, I wish I could speak English half good for that matter.

I've gotten pretty use to listening to accents and picking deciphering the English but communication is sometimes difficult because I only have one vocal cord. So speaking is a little unpredictable. Sometimes it works, sometimes it's but a whisper. To get any sound to come out at all, I have to be virtually shouting. After a while I tend to get hyperventilated and fall over. But I've become a pretty good listener. I like to listen to people's stories.

Well, I have no adventure planned for the day tomorrow but I'm thinking of going back to the Mercury and seeing those two films tomorrow night. Weng Weng, the 2.5 foot tall Asian James bond and "StarCrash" the Italian version of StarWars. I think I've seen StarCrash many years ago. It was a hoot as I recall.

And now to bed. Anyone want to join me? I have slik sheets? Oh well.

G'night sweet prince.

the time has come for me to take the next step,that is to be the man i'm suppose to be.friends and family have asked what's wrong with me?well to be honest don't want to be hurt no-more,it hurts.to give your heart and feelings to someone then it is over is painful,and i don't like it.but it is a part of life,so i will seek that special one.that is why i'm here and you are too.maybe time is different,i know the rules and the game ? is.will i find some whom is welling to play.well either way i'm gonna let god sort it out,cause i only mess things up.and maybe talk to some new friends,if you like walks,watching movies,and all things disturbed,linkin park,etc.let's face it we are all looking for something new.

How simple my life is now you are here,
How I cherish each breath,
How I crave the light and laughter you have brought me.
I have fallen in love without taking a step,
Fallen into the sweetest of dreams,
How I hope no one wakes me.
The simplest gesture wraps itself around my heart,
Where I will hold it forever.

Each time we say goodbye a part of me weeps,
Though I know it is not forever
To my aching soul it is an eternity.
I see my happiness shine in your eyes,
Every time you hold my hand my heart skips a beat.
How sweet life is to be yours;
How meaningless life is without you.

They know nothing of the loneliness before you
Nothing of the empty tears I cried day after day,
How did you do it, I ask myself,
How did you banish the fear, the darkness?
You have made me see that nothing is that bad,
That I am strong and worthy of happiness,
You have saved me from myself.

Everyday I wake up and smile to myself
Knowing you are waiting for me,
Knowing you can't wait to see me.
How would I go on if you were not there to hold me up,
To bless me with your love and light?
How I am glad you have found me
My life is now complete...
I am home.

Our love is that of a red rose
Whose splendor rises as the sun shows its face,
Whose petals expand further and richer
Whispering secrets of happiness and affection.

And even though with the fall of dusk
All contentment is swept away,
And the rose's petals unite as one
Reflecting any light that may endeavor to shine through,
The sun will always rise
And the rose's petals will eternally broaden
Until they fully blossom into a stunning creation.

Our love is that of a red rose
Possessing a few imperfections
That may cause evanescent wounds,
But the internal radiance
That will everlastingly bestow healing and comfort.

If I had one wish.
If one desire could come true.
If I had one wish.
My wish would be you.

If I could choose.
I would stay in your arms forever.
Our hearts would fuse.
And our love would become an endeavor.

I would wish for you to stay with me.
For you to be my love.
You would be my hearts key.
Forever my angel, my dove.

Forever is a long time.
To require in a single command.
I will write our love in a rhyme.
For it would be my demand.

I would ask of this.
Only with your permission.
Lost in a kiss.
Our love is my ambition.

So I wished upon the star.
The star that reminded me most of you.
My actions seemed bizarre.
But this wish I had to pursue.

If I had one wish.
My wish would be you.
And since I made that wish.
My wish has come true...