17 Search Results for "water"
July 31, 2002
thunder and out of the water.
May 25, 2009
water juice.
what the what.
May 21, 2003
poor some water and grow.
June 29, 2007
safety in sand and water.
June 18, 2008
michigan water.
this land means more to me than it does to them.
January 18, 2006
i don't pour out, i ooze out.
because water doesn't make different formations.
December 29, 2006
money is like water in this city. yeah, but this is a desert, so think again.
October 14, 2009
quite fearful of the inner circle, really.
that was the furthest water spark ever.
i wish my left leg was as flexible as my right.
August 9, 2002
cool water but an effort to swim.
by the way...it's a black willow...we'll visit it again.
this time was the big o.
June 8, 2009
romance is to women as ice cream is to bugsy.
...and hopefully eat lots of chicken water chestnut casserole.
May 3, 2004
suggestion...have a water baloon fight in your dorm room.
it doesn't matter how good you are when you don't play with heart.
June 5, 2002
pine trees are rather difficult to pull out of mudd. keep that in mind. have a rope, a hand saw, a chainsaw, and some good water readily available.
April 9, 2003
la la land. a place where i only dream. where my stomach yearns food. and my mouth yearns moisture. water. steak. enthusiasm can't fill every waking moment. of course we talk about this. we try to live about this. but it's no reality. maybe i should consider sublime.
July 24, 2003
profess something.
i'm taking a shower and always bring the phone in with me, and it doesn't matter what part of the shower, if it rings the water is off and i'm soaking wet naked pushing the talk button and hoping, only to find out it's a telemarketer.
i believe your love.
February 25, 2009
put in sun, add water, wait.
you seem like good people, and by chance i just happen to like good people.
hopefully some miracle blesses my life like a squirrel who can give a piggyback ride to an elephant.
February 1, 2003
32.
piano is the way to go out.
star wars with some crystal clear water and piano and sax.
parents, enough said, not really, they need more respect...times 10 times 3 times 1 billion, +75, and -3 for grounding me.
July 31, 2003
i'm left here, just body, mind, and heart. my soul and spirit have been torn out of me. so the rest, body, heart, and mind are merely left to suffer. perhaps my soul is already in God's hands. and when i sleep i'll dream of it and be at home. this summer everything has been falling down on me. I feel like i'm in the basement of a building that's about to collapse. nobody knows i'm there. i'm trapped. everyone is on the outside watching it come down piece after piece. little do they know is that there's a living being trapped at the bottom. and then this most unfortunate accident. the building crashes down. at some point the building had to come down. i'm buried. soon everyone will be walking away. days later they will come clean the mess. they will come across my dead body. they will now be in shock, in sorrow. this is what it takes. i was telling and screaming for help but nobody was listening. or, perhaps they will never come across my dead body. they will all go on in their lives. they will forget about the life that was once known as bugsy. they will never know the passion and love i had. i'll be a forgotten soul. out of God's beauty and love someday when my lover is old and frail...wrinkles, white hair, slow, fragile...she will be walking to the old stomping grounds, there will be this large red rose growing in the center of it. that was the soul everyone forgot about. the one who died. maybe then through God's grace that will be a chance that i'm remembered. so here i am today. trapped. will anyone hear my voice? will anyone step close to me? will anyone?
i'm in a gas chamber dying. will anyone come turn off the gas? will anyone go out of their way? i cannot turn off the gas, but there is a gun in the room. the pain and suffering will only increase. how long can i wait for someont to hear me? how much longer can i bare these pains. there's the gun, it could be over like that. i refuse to use it. i will suffer until my death. painfully weaping for someone to turn off that gas...or else...i will die. is anyone there? does anyone see my suffering.? anyone?
i'm in a concealed room and the water is rising. ...anyone?
push him out of the circle. he is worthless. let him wither away and die. let him suffer. we don't care about him. we don't care about his love. we don't care about his life. don't let him in. we hear you. but we don't care. the sooner you're gone the better.
