Kats post......

Savage Garden, Truly, madly deeply....


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And....Goo Goo dolls, Iris

And....Kathy,

Kat I went to bed 1,000 nights alone wanting you. Not your body, but you. Fortresses hold castles they also withold, life is just a mystery, nothing honestly foretold, Seconds are only moments and hours last for months. Regret is what we never dared, bold is the revolt. If I had it all (and don't) to try once more I would hold you in my arms, tell you what you meant to me and wipe away my tears in shame. Regret is all I have to give this time and nothing more but Kat I knew and loved you, my confession, nothing more,,,,,

This one is from me....

God Please Bless?

Hard story,,,

<---- noting more, posted by ERrefuge

Ain't no sunshine when she's gone.
It's not warm when she's away.
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
And she's always gone too long anytime she goes away.

Wonder this time where she's gone,
Wonder if she's gone to stay
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
And this house just ain't no home anytime she goes away.

And I know, I know, I know, I know, I know,
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know,
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know,
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know

Hey, I ought to leave the young thing alone,
But ain't no sunshine when she's gone, only darkness everyday.
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone,
And this house just ain't no home anytime she goes away.

Anytime she goes away.
Anytime she goes away.
Anytime she goes away.
Anytime she goes away.

"My formatting sucks, tell yer momma. I don't give a shit"

Tiny Dancer....

She just laughs and then an old man takes a stand in the auditorium, She sings her song, the words she knows, the rest she hums....Oh how it feels so real... Hold me close my Tiny Dancer, count the headlights on the highway.

For you [here] or dance with me below....

Re-post

My mother, I loved her....
Nothing more, ever!

Grass

I fell in the rain once, landed in sweet leaves and wet grass.
Wondered at my amazement, curious was I satisfied?
Found Lord on the ground with me, three more times in my life.
In that wet grass I met my God, he looked lonely but told me...
"I take who I want", I agreed and I cried.

Understood then who decides, was awful to hear but I found it true.

On leaves and leaves and on soaken grass I learned something,
not pleasant though.

I found my life was such a mess, but God himself decided,my opinion as I layed out on and lay useless on wet leaves and soaked grass

God himself had already defined me.....

Do not read.

Words are not meant to be read, meant only to be said.
Memory is not only posed pictures, nightmares are real.
Blessings not the gatherings of incestuous friends,
The walk away is the only cure.
Blessings are the gifts of life, not one blessing is untrue.
Frustration is the gathering of the memories that served you wrong.
Pointless is this conversation, one written for one that will not read.
Cold smoke in the gathering, and then she will see.

Icons?

Martyrs of the faith...
Longing in their losses and then blame it on the cake.
Children,,,,no comment on them.
Adults deserve the bargaining, don't asshole blame decisions on them!

Next comes the measurement.

Should you weigh yourself or should I?
My family is all I ever asked for, throw them away on pride?

Kiss my ass skin-fish, we will fight!

Nights on Broadway for real.

Alone, 13 years old, 1,200 miles from home standing on Broadway Street at 3:00am and scared, this song made me not feel alone and gave me confidence.

Never even know where influence comes from, but it does come and it smacks you right upside the ass.

Blessings....

Knights on Broadway, snag it [here], hear it below.


I didn't misspell nights, spelled it as it felt then.... So Shaddup!

Was Bee Gee's folks

I track you too Reaper!

You watch me, I watch you Reaper, law is law...

Want me to post a google picture of your house asshole?

For you Lin...

Following is a message trail involving myself and Lin. Lin is the mother of a very special person that I love and honor greatly. I have never spoken a word against her, but Lin has.

I'm just posting this for my friend to see what has transpired and will remove this post very shortly, after she has seen it in it's full context. If I were you I wouldn't even bother to read it. Wasn't really written for you to read anyway, only the one person in mention....

As is as follows...

My post:

David Rice Yes I met the Reaper, brown hair, blue eyes and scars.Yes I met the Reaper but she wouldn't take my life' She said instead the suffering what she enjoyed the most, then castration then my bleeding death and all heart felt fantasies resolved,,,Yes I met the Reaper, so in told it's all the same to harvest is to chop it all, children and the name,,

"Lin DuBreuil commented on your status:

"Dave get your shit together & get your life back. you got kidS that need you that r SHOULD STILL BE THERE FOR!!At least you had your son for many years & i AM SO SORRY FOR YOUR LOST well Cindy only had her baby for 4 months, so stop your shit!!! & stop being a ass hole with cin PLEASE. Very sorry again u lost your son but HE GOT TO WALK, TALK, EAT, ETC ON HIS OWN. WELL CINDY'S BABY NEVER GOT TO DO THIS.
stop the feeling sorry FOR YOURSELF
& IF U WERE A REAL FRIEND LEAVE US ALONE Cindy doesnt need all your shit, what kind of a friend r u.

& DONT U DARE CALL ME I AM GOING 2 BED & LEAVE CIN ALONE YOU JERK!

DAVE U R SO DRUNK ALL THE TIME DO U EVEN REALIZE CIN LOST HER BABY? LIKE I SAID TERRIBLE ABOUT YOUR SON BUT AT LEAST HE WAS HERE TO WALK, TALK, KNOW HOW TO POTTY, ETC.
lEAVE CINDY ALONE! SO BACK OFF!!!& i THINK U should live for your living children!
THE SAME AFTER THE TERRIBLE LOSS OF YOUR SON. AGAIN VERY SORRY OF YOUR LOSS i meet him few times & nice kid 7 so handsome


PLEASE DO NOT CALL US. WE GOT ENOUGH OF OUR own GEIFe WITHOUT FREIENDS???????? PEOPLE LIKE YOU


AND THE REAPER IS BLONDE WITH BLE EYES \

SO DON;T EVER MESS WITH GRANNIE, CAUSE SHE TAKES CARE OF ALL HER KIDS!"

My reply:
"I'll post your fukkin phone number(s) to over one million users a month. I will make you look and feel and smell like shit to half the fukkin world asshole. You got something to say to me you bent up turd you say it privately like a half honest person would.

There will not be a next time and I am sure of that. I am not threatening you, I'm fucking warning you!

LOVE,,,
Funking Dave!"

2nd reply:
"By the way Asshole the word Theresa means Harvester, also "The Reaper", you owe me a big apology shithead!"

"Teresa, Theresa, and Therese (French: Thérèse) are feminine given names. The name is thought to be derived from the Greek verb therizein, meaning to harvest." <--- or "The Reaper" Dumbass!!!

Sing with me Lin...

Smiling

I know I write like shit,
but I know this world and I laugh
This is a poem that will not rhyme,
you're not worth it, neither am I.
I smell the curses of the past.
I see the ghosts and hear the lies.
If borrowed be a debt within
I owe so much, still won't let that rhyme.
Narrowness, and solemn walks, time alone,
Time to judge.
Death takes man to a sudden place,
life leads man to decisions and...
A narrow path with a silent curve, time to think, time to thrive.
Amongst the crowd influences thee,
Lies and barter seduce you too.
Let your crimes be your own dear man.
Pay only for your own or go to hell with them.

My words,,,
Funk

How do you get a jackass to walk backwards?

You can't.
In one direction is all they can go.
You can talk, beg, plead but that ass aint never going to walk backwards.
Never fix any wrong in direction, never even try.
sometimes you just gotta look at the jackass and realize just how stupid that animal is.

Then comes the hard part...

Now you have to live with the damage the ass caused.

Looks like I'm a jackass myself, feels like it too because....
Can't tell you, but I see losing my daughter, already my son and I see nothing good forthcoming ever again.

All because I loved a jackass.... My bad, I deserve it!

David Bowie, Candidate

One of the most influential songs/poems in my life. It describes completely the lie and dishonesty in life's realm. Have a listen below or download it [here], either way it touched me from first time I heard it. It is Sweet thing & Candidate reprise and Rebel-rebel, no matter, just best version I have to post.


I'll make you a deal like any other candidate.
We'll pretend were walking home cause your future's at stake
My set is amazing, it even smells like the street
There is a bar at the end where I could meet you and your friend.
Someone scrawled on the wall "I smell the blood of les tricoteuses"
Who wrote up scandals in other bars

I am having so much fun with the poisonous people
Spreading rumors and lies and stories they made up
Some make you sing and some make you scream
One makes you wish that you never been seen
But there's a shop on the corner selling papier mache
Making bullet-proof faces Charles Manson, Cassius Clay
If you want it, boys get it here thing.

So you scream out of line
"I want you! I need you! Anyone out there? Anytime?
Tres bunch little number whines "Hey girlie, I want you
When it's good it's really good and when it's bad I go to pieces"
If you want it, boys, get it here, thing
Well, on the street where you live I could not hold up my head
For I put all I have in another bed
On another floor, in the back of a car
In the cellar of a church with the door ajar.
Well, I guess we must be looking for a different kind
But we can't stop trying til we break up our minds
'Til the sun drips blood on the seedy young knights
Who press on the ground while shaking in fright
I guess we could cruise down one more time
With you by my side, it should be fine
We'll buy some drugs and watch a band
Then jump into a river holding hands

It's safe in the city, to love in a doorway
To wrangle some screens from the door
And isn't it me, putting pain in a stranger?

Like a portrait in flesh, who trails on a leash
Will you see that I'm scared and I'm lonely?
So I'll break up my room, and yawn and I
Run to the centre of things
Where the knowing one says

[CHORUS]
Boys, boys, its a sweet thing
Boys, boys, its a sweet thing, sweet thing
If you want it, boys, get it here, thing
'Cause hope, boys, is a cheap thing, cheap
thing

I'm glad that you're older than me
Makes me feel important and free
Does that make you smile, isn't that me?
I'm in your way, and I'll steal every moment

If his trade is a curse, then I'll bless you
And turn to the crossroads, and hamburgers, and...

Fot Kat.....

"Now the whole wide world is movin cause there's iron in my heart, I just can't keep on tryin cause you say we got to part. I was born withoutcha baby but my feelins was a little bit too strong, just a li'lll bit to strong"

Etc.... Anyway my singin sucks, hear good version here....

Snag it [here] or listen below....


More even, but that was only one that mattered.

Behind a wall of sleep, [download] or listen below.


Black sabbath, Grab it [here] or as usual listen below....


N.I.B. or "Negativity in black", snag [here], listen to down there...


Sleeping village, grab [here], hear it below


"Kat, nothing special in intent meant by this post, just lamenting on memories of when we caught a buzz and enjoyed this music together. First song was called Warning, but I forgot it's name so didn't title it. My bad, I'm sorry Hon. Maybe next time I can try to do better"

Don't fear the reaper....

Right Reaper???



Blue oyster cult <---- only there for search engine

Fuck You Asshole!

Torture,,,, pig suckers!

Kiss my ass!