fine...wallow in your own snow until you reak of it!
Whenever death may surprise us, let it be welcome if our battle cry has reached even one receptive ear and another hand reaches out to take up our arms.
Nobody's gonna miss me, no tears will fall, no ones gonna weap, when i hit that road. my boots are broken my brain is sore, fer keepin' up with thier little world, i got a heavy load. gonna leave 'em all just like before, i'm big city bound, your always 17 in your hometown
the worst weather is not having power and freezing my ass off for 5 days.
!EMiLY!
sweet blasphemy my giving tree
it hasn't rained in years
i bring to you this sacrificial offering of virgin ears
leave it to me i remain free from all the comforts of home
and where that is i'm pleased as piss to say
i'll never really know
su7an wrote:yeah you gotta watch that snow smell. this whole country reeks to high heaven of frozen water.
actually back in the days out in Europe, when winter ended and the snow melted it stunk really really bad, because alot of animals and stuff would die in the winter, and would be frozen in Ice or snow. then it would thaw out and reak of dead carcases and rotten meat.
Whenever death may surprise us, let it be welcome if our battle cry has reached even one receptive ear and another hand reaches out to take up our arms.
Nobody's gonna miss me, no tears will fall, no ones gonna weap, when i hit that road. my boots are broken my brain is sore, fer keepin' up with thier little world, i got a heavy load. gonna leave 'em all just like before, i'm big city bound, your always 17 in your hometown
I faced death. I went in with my arms swinging. But I heard my own breath and had to face that I'm still living. I'm still flesh. I hold on to awful feelings. I'm not dead... My chest still draws breath. I hold it. I'm buoyant. There's no end.
i like cold weather, but i like nice days, like it was today.
Whenever death may surprise us, let it be welcome if our battle cry has reached even one receptive ear and another hand reaches out to take up our arms.
Nobody's gonna miss me, no tears will fall, no ones gonna weap, when i hit that road. my boots are broken my brain is sore, fer keepin' up with thier little world, i got a heavy load. gonna leave 'em all just like before, i'm big city bound, your always 17 in your hometown
Yesterday was Amazing.. it was like 15 here and was a little humid, was out all day. Woke up this morning and its like 2 and gloomy. They are calling for snow.
*sends God a CALENDER so he knows it's almost the end of april*
April Snow brings May dead flowers and more snow.. is that how the rhyme goes?