Rapunzel, Rapunzel let down your hair. by RainbowSlider
Rapunzel, Rapunzel let down your hair. I got t-bones steaks and ice cold beer. Rapunzel, Rapunzel let down your hair. My ex got busted and the cops are here. Rapunzel, Rapunzel let down your hair. Your ex got released and is coming near. Rapunzel, Rapunzel let down your hair. There is a giant dragon roaring I fear.
I am holding up. It is distant to me even though they were family. We were close. Shock is a good term for it. Reality is not fully sunk in. Not in denial but emotionally blocked in it. My griefshare meeting every Sunday has been helping me to accept the unacceptable. When it truly sinks in I know I will feel it worse. I am sure you have been through similiar experiences. Sometimes it doesn't come all at once. Thanks for your kind words, friend.
Do you want to play a game? Warrior come out and play. I don't play mind games. I don't like drama on display. Life is too serious for games. Warrior come out and play. Some things should stay closed. Some things in life have reason. Some things try to impose. Everything has a season. Love is for day. Love is for night. Warrior come out and play. Love is for fight. Love is about games. We live in the day. We live in the night. Warrior come out and play. Warriors play mind games. Warriors know how to fight. Warriors fight in the day. Warriors fight at night. Warrior come out and play. Warriors fight for love. Warriors fight for right. Warrior come out and play. Warriors don't mind playing games. Warriors have minds that can play. Life is about play and games. Life is about work and play. I don't mind mind games. Because I know how to play. I can play in night and day. Warrior come out and play. The night sleeps awakening the day. The day sleeps awakening the night. It can be a beautiful day. It can be a beautiful night.
Life is day. Life is night. Life is play. Life is fight. The Cheshire cat grins. The Cheshire cat blinks. The Cheshire cat wins. The Cheshire cat drinks. Off with her head. I am the queen of tarts. Dreams are for bed. The duck starts. Rabbit season. The duck retorts. Duck season. Alice just snorts. Too much mushroom tea. The cat fades away. The butterfly is free. The caterpillar fades away. Nice Sugar, nice spice, nice salt. Alice is the reason. Alice drinks a malt. Life is in season.
Q :How many lawyers does it take to change a light bulb?. A #1: Fifty four: Eight to argue, one to get a continuance, one to object, one to demur, two to research precedents, one to dictate a letter, one to stipulate, five to turn in their time sheets, two to depose, one to write interrogatories, two to settle, one to order a secretary to change the bulb, and twenty-eight to bill for professional services. A #2: It only takes one lawyer to change your light bulb - to his. A #3: How many can you afford?. A #4: Heck, you need 250 just to apply for the research grant.
Spiritual love so deep in my marrow. A feeling of lightness like a sparrow. Feathers of surrendered tranquility. Earned power from caring humility.
My spirit soars like an eagle in flight. Peace felt in the day and in the night. The great spirit floods my soul like a waterfall washing me whole.
The quickening fills the emptiness and defies any type of ignorance. Such a wonderful calm feeling that fills me with healing.
The loneliness is taken completely away with a total shower of love that stays. Healed, instilled, fulfilled with peace that appeases the beast and disease.
My skin radiates an aura of health. No silver or gold is of more wealth. My mind hears the waves of sea shore. My soul feels love at the inner core.
Tis the season to be Molly. Fa, la, la, la, la, la, la. I'm, OK; I got a rubber dolly. Fa, la, la, la, la, la, la. Now, I don my gay apparel. Fa, la, la, la, la, la, la. I was Molly; Now I'm Harold. Fa, la, la, la, la, la, la.
"Hang in there, buddy; We are right behind you"; I could here my friends try to say. I could not believe my fate and all my friends were tied, gagged and bound. We did not know what to expect. I tried to understand how we all had got into this predicament. I trudged up the scaffolds bumping into the railing as I was hooded and could not see. I was told to stand still and to await the verdict. "Guilty", I heard an old familiar voice say. I racked my mind to try remember the owner of the voice. Then the charges were read. I knew I was guilty. I watched as my editor took the red pen out. "The pen is mightier than the sword she said." I watch in horror as she circled and crossed out so much on my term paper. "Please, no more", I cried. I asked how can I be saved from such awful drama. She said, "You can't. The publishers want a total rewrite by tomorrow morning."
I have enjoyed being your Sun God. Please don't take this the wrong way. But I must decline being Sun God. I think I took it the wrong way.
Please don't weep for me my subjects. I enjoyed everything revolving around me. But my thinking has come suspect. Everything spinning around me makes me dizzy.
It is hotter than hell here on the sun. I thought I would be happy as the Sun God. But being high can be lonely and no fun. I offer up my throne to the next Sun God.
I have enjoyed looking down on everyone. But that can get depressing to a God. I really do miss being with everyone. It is really hell being a Sun God.
I would like to apologize for the solar flares. I lost my temper and took it out on you. I was just not ready for all the nightmares. Please get me off this sun; I beg you.
Run little spider; I will get you, yet. I know my threads; On that you can bet. Now, I am full of love; So don't fret. Run little spider; You will be my pet.
I run for my life; I am having strife. I am more than food; I am misunderstood. Your love cuts like a two-edge knife. I find my cave; I become hardwood.
Run little spider; I will get you, yet. I know my threads; On that you can bet. Now, I am full of love; So don't fret. Run little spider; You will be my pet.
Gaea was a sea of lava flowing. Gaea became as ice knowing. Gaea turned to wind blowing. Gaea changed to water flowing. Gaea's water broke showing. Gaea's gift is our life growing.
I dreamed of love in the form of a woman. It was a nice dream; I dream it still. She was lovely but waited for no man. To chase her was always a nice thrill.
She always managed to be beyond grasp. Her gown cascaded like her long hair. Her soft pretty hands I wanted to clasp. She always seem to float on thin air.
She was an angel in my wonderful dream. I wanted her wings to surround me. I imagined she was more than a dream. I believed that only she could free me.
Her eyes seemed so full of passion. I marveled at her sense of poise. Her delicate form held compassion. She was like the spirit of white noise.
She always seems to run in my dreams. I imagine she must liked being chased. Somehow she isn't always like she seems. When I wake up though; she is erased.
LMAO. It is far worse that I had first thought. One lump or twenty, ha, ha, ha. Barbecues sacred cow. Wow, that really impressed me, Nene. Wow, you really do have a mind. :)
Little foxes try to destroy the vine because they know love can be blind. Little bunnies try to wait in line because of sweet berries left behind. Little bears then come to dine while humans try to repair the vine. Hunters come shooting with carbines. They gather the berries to make wine. The animals are scared of the hunter mind. Each creature seeks its own kind. Love acknowledges and says ok, fine.
I purged and pruned till I felt so small. I didn't have much but still I gave it all. The emptiness of love wanted to me stall. I cried to the darkness till I bawled.
I challenged the void with my love call. Love called back to me from the great wall. The light broke through darkness with awe. The emptiness of love broke down its wall.
The impossibility of love challenges all. But the true of heart can not accept fall. The true of heart are not stopped by walls. True challenges truth and knows love's call.
The truth bears witness of itself for all. Ignorance of love can challenge us all. But the weakness of hate to love will fall. Nothing can challenge but nothing will fall.
Love can seem like the biggest struggle of all. Hate is always trying to break down its wall. But love saves itself bearing the fall. The impossibility of love is not impossible at all.
Ninety-nine sheep on the wailing wall but the hundredth made it all worth while. I lost a heart but gained a soul, Paul. The great shepherd knows how to smile.
Dreamers are believers; are we not? We dance the tune of a different drummer. Onward we dream of love just like Lot. She turns to stone; oh what a bummer.
Life like real time never stands still. The other side of the fence is green grass. We try for love and eat to our fill. We offer friendship but let us pass.
Life offers us rainbows like magic. We trudge and march up the hill. In our wake love can be tragic. We wonder who can afford our bill.
Dreamers are the chosen believers. Life is a battle of many choices. False prophets can be deceivers. In solitude we hear a still voice.
Push Pull. We act like many puppets on strings. Push Pull. We take risks and friendship rings. Push Pull. We dance becoming song that sings. Push Pull. We connect noticing other things. Push Pull. We communicate and life springs. Push Pull. We become alive aware of everything. Push Pull. We adjust and cut our many strings.
I touched a name today. The loneliness went away. We were just kids at play. But I felt touched anyway. What more can I really say? It was such a special day. Just to be touched that way. I wanted our time to stay. Life to me was then OK. I put my heart on display. Today was better than yesterday. Because I touched a name today.
One's journey can lead to a crossroad. Walking ahead we can see a signpost. Our life becomes a trek on the road. We still can't read the sign or post.
We can become tempted and get sidetracked. We wonder if our path is on the road. We see green grass in the sidewalk cracks. We wonder if there is a guide on the road.
The signpost gives answers to where. It tells us how far another place will be. We wonder if we our destiny is there. We wonder if fate controls our destiny.
At some point the road can seem like home. We could care less where it takes us. It becomes a pleasant journey taken alone. We wonder where the road can take us.
The road becomes like a wanted lover. It lures us along and loves us. The road is a jealous lover and the long road becomes us.
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RE: useless information
The British are coming. The British are coming. Sorry I was late. My internet connection was slow, lol.