Love making it, love listening to it almost as much. Now, we all know about the South. But I look around me daily and people continue to make less sense to me each time. Coincidentally, nothing happened with said cutie. Revenge, personal vendetta, pains and hurts we believe others owe us for. What I do creatively means too much to me. Oh, I was thankful for him last night, no doubt. They are not easy to care for, and can be hell to manage.
No Peanut Festival in Fort Lauderdale. A horror flick this is.
Thank you for calling and thank you for choosing Dell. Viking ship goes up, comes down, goes up the other side. Hell, the only things that matter.
Pop had to get the elephant ears.
Rides, funnel cakes, caramel apples, pigs, cows, bumper cars. The place where I live has casement windows, the largest width of the opening being a skimpy nineteen inches. And yet what was the first thing I did when I saw the ice? Forty-two this morning.
I try and tell myself that the good I can do is done by finding what things make me happy, making myself a better man and thus affecting people around me positively.
Stuff that one finds in these sorts of films. Prey which happened to be a rat weighing in, I swear, at a pound and a half. People I know seem to believe that the heart of humanity is basically good. Lightheartedness does not run along the core of my person. If you can only putt along in First gear for a while, do it. I am still, even in this age of pill-popping, nervous at the idea of having chemicals altered. Now, we all know about the South. And not really for those with an aversion to the occasional gory moment. These little guys usually grow anywhere from a foot and a half to two feet long, and are really manageable pets.
No, this is my vehicle.
Some sort of modicum of inner peace whereby I could quell a constantly-running mind. Or the Slightly Left of East Coast and Higher Than Ohio.