Erm....While I appreciate that.....Lost-ism-ness (okay, that's not a word hahah) I am pretty sure I have nothing to do with a golf course Josh...lmfao!
Erm....While I appreciate that.....Lost-ism-ness (okay, that's not a word hahah) I am pretty sure I have nothing to do with a golf course Josh...lmfao!
"And as things fell apart, nobody paid much attention."
hello
Darlin'Wipe your eyes and put up your headI wish you could be happy insteadThere's nothing else I can doBut love you the best that I can
Hello, hello my dear child. How are you? Haha.
"And as things fell apart, nobody paid much attention."
Lol why do all these type of threads always become chat threads
I'm going to take a stab here and guess it's because I am usually involved...hahaha. I am really, really bad about turning just about every thread into a spam thread. Even without Leah here. haha Anyways. Let's continue to welcome me back. Lmfao.
"And as things fell apart, nobody paid much attention."
WELCOME BACK!
Have a comic:
Where the Sidewalk EndsAnd before the street begins,
by Shel Silverstein
There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.
That confused me. Hahaha.
"And as things fell apart, nobody paid much attention."
I lovelovelove cyanide and happiness. It is sickly amazing.
Where the Sidewalk EndsAnd before the street begins,
by Shel Silverstein
There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.
I'm not sure what they are exactly (besides a comic strip haha) but they have strangely uneven porportions on their bodies....They are just all legs. Odd.
"And as things fell apart, nobody paid much attention."
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