"Sometimes Nothin' Can Be a Real Cool Hand"
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You know guys if you are talking about SOT. it could be the lyric. * I miss the way you taste* Just a thought. I actually won that cd and hopefully will be getting it soon.
R.I.PJoe Strummer well some things you can explain away, but my heartache's in me till this day Peace and Love GAIL E. Member of Maida Mafia(Mistress) Coutts Cartel(Concubine) S.A.S-MP1 [I need relevance, Intelligence A new tattoo and a lot more SEX OL F*K'N P www.warchild.ca
"Sometimes Nothin' Can Be a Real Cool Hand"
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jo_mamma86 wrote:Or maybe Raine has just started to write songs about muff diving...
I am not touching that one.
R.I.PJoe Strummer well some things you can explain away, but my heartache's in me till this day Peace and Love GAIL E. Member of Maida Mafia(Mistress) Coutts Cartel(Concubine) S.A.S-MP1 [I need relevance, Intelligence A new tattoo and a lot more SEX OL F*K'N P www.warchild.ca
Does anyone wanna get rid of a spare OMA patch? I would friggin love you FOREVER if someone would mail me one. Because I don't have one
"When looking up there, I just felt whole, like I belonged. Like one day I too would shine my most brilliant. Sitting there also made me think about sitting through services at my little country church back home. About that never-changing congregation of the same sixty-seven people and everyone has known you since before you were born. Now, out here in the real world, everything just seemed more vivid than when I used to sit in that little pew. That pew that was now so, so far away from where I was. I feared I had somehow left God behind there, too. I feared he was somehow just sitting there, saving my seat on the fifth pew from the front row, just waiting on me to come back. I left so quickly, I worried that he may not have noticed I was gone. And, now, I’m just too far away to find. So he’s just sitting there, patiently waiting on me to come back. I closed my eyes and prayed a moment. I hoped more than anything that he could still hear me." -an excerpt from my novella, A Sea of Fallen Leaves.