Toadfish Monastery

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Ronald Reagan

Spring?

93 degrees at 8 PM.

What spring??

Spring has sprung.
Fall done fell.
Summer is come,
And it's hotter than usual...

As with other songs posted...can we have a title and composer/lyricist or other source info?

Thanks...I'm curious a lot...

Quote from: Swatopluk on April 16, 2009, 03:21:58 PM
Hey you caught me in a coma
And I don't think I wanna
Ever come back to this...world again
Kinda like it in a coma
'Cause no one's ever gonna
Oh, make me come back to this...
world again
Now I feel as if I'm floating away
I can't feel all the pressure
And I like it this way
But my body's callin'
My body's callin'
Won't ya come back to this...
world again
Suspended deep in a sea of black
I've got the light at the end
I've got the bones on the mast
Well I've gone sailin',
I've gone sailin'
I could leave so easily
While friends are calling back to me
I said they're
They're leaving it all up to me
When all I needed was clarity
And someone to tell me
WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON
GODDAMN IT!

Slippin' farther an farther away
It's a miracle how long we can stay
In a world our minds created
In a world that's full of shit

HELP ME
HELP ME
HELP ME
HELP ME
BASTARD

Please understand me
I'm climbin' through the wreackage
Of all my twisted dreams
But this cheap investigation just
Can't stifle all my screams
And I'm waitin' at the crossroads
Waiting for you
Waiting for you
WHERE ARE YOU

No one's gonna bother me anymore
No one's gonna mess with my head no more
I can't understand what all the fightin's for
But it's so nice here down off the shore
I wish you could see this
'Cause there's nothing to see
It's peaceful here and it's fine with me
Not like the world where I used to live
I NEVER REALLY WANTED TO LIVE

ZAP HIM AGAIN
ZAP THE SON OF A BITCH AGAIN

Ya live your life like it's a coma
So won't you tell me why we'd wanna
With all the reasons you give it's
It's kinda hard to believe
But who am I to tell you that I've
Seen any reason why you should stay
Matbe we'd be better off
Without you anyway
You got a one way ticket
On your last chance ride
Gotta one way ticket
To your suicide
Gotta one way ticket
An there's no way out alive
An all this crass communication
That has left you in the cold
Isn't much for consolation
When you feel so weak and old
But is home is where the heart is
Then there's stories to be told
No you don't need a doctor
No one else can heal your soul

Got your mind in submission
Got your life on the line
But nobody pulled the trigger
They just stepped aside
They be down by the water
While you watch 'em waving goodbye
They be callin' in the morning
They be hangin' on the phone
They be waiting for an answer
When you know nobody's home
And when the bell's stopped ringing
It was nobody's fault but your own
There were always ample warnings
There were always subtle signs
And you would have seen it comin'
But we gave you too much time
And when you said
That no one's listening
Why'd your best friend drop a dime
Sometimes we get so tired of waiting
For a way to spend our time
An "It's so easy" to be social
"It's so easy" to be cool
Yeah it's easy to be hungry
When you ain't got shit to lose
And I wish that I could help you
With what you hope to find
But I'm still out here waiting
Watching reruns of my life
When you reach the point of breaking
Know it's gonna take some time
To heal the broken memories
That another man would need
Just to survive

Guns N' Roses

gurrier--Obsolete occupation: one who fashions garments from the entrails of an slain animal (see also: furrier)

Pongariant

Today we have rain. Maybe tomorrow, too.

Gotta get grow-lights for the tobacco seedlings!!

Chapter Nineteen
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Next morning after breakfast, Whipplestein took refuge in the dungeon.  The gaoler was kind and tender hearted but quite deaf.  Not hearing Whipplestein enter, he let out a very violent molerat and cursed it using an elongated staff. Whipplestein's surprised pet adder slithered towards an amourous ant nest.  His intentions were obvious. The molerat scurried away to buy time. Frenetic luncheon preparations took part all morning. Despite all this, nothing got consumed because of mouse droppings.  Health Services, alarmed by the extent of mouse sprayed mace, declared the use of wombat fritters an acceptable form of punishment. Henceforth, mouse macers and halberdiers would be banned. Until the sun went supernova, scuba badgers washed their scimitars with care after slicing rancid mice kidneys.

Still, Whipplestein wore liverie embroidered with mouse skulls.

Greece

Surf Nazis Must Die

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phegial--a supefluous semi-digit extending from the second joint of the 2nd tarsal digit. Generally, when found, someone has painted a daisy on it. (See also, Brothers, The Smothers, for their musical rendition of "I've Got a Daisy on My Toe".)

prehensillation

Cool days. Temps not getting above 76F.

Kinda nice, but we could use some rain...

I am eating ice cream.

Haagen Dazs Swiss Almond Vanilla (dark chocolate covered almonds in a honey-sweetened vanilla).

I love this flavor. Have for 20+ years.

Yum.

I've been bitching about this for years. One doctor asked me if I held repressed anger about it. I said "Repressed?? Oh, HELLS, no. Why repress anger at your stupidity? You need to KNOW I think you're full of shit. And you are. Repressed, my ass...." Yeah, she was a psychiatrist. DUH

Once again, there is no normal. But NOW, they're making it all a 'condition" so they can throw drugs at it. Easier than DOING something, you know.

Ronnie Raygun!!