unclepussy

Back in those days everything was simpler and more confused

One summer night, going to the pier

I ran into two young girls

The blonde one was called Freedom

The dark one, Enterprise

We talked and they told me this story

Now listen to this...

I'll tell you about Texas radio and the big beat

Soft driven, slow and mad

Like some new language

Reaching your head with the cold, sudden fury of a divine messenger

Let me tell you about heartache and the loss of god

Wandering, wandering in hopless night

Out here in the perimeter there are no stars



Out here we is stoned

Immaculate.

i've been listening to the doors all fucking day long. i'm not sure why. maybe it has something to do with how i feel. i feel like something big is about to happen. Like something is giong to make my lifewalls rumble.

let's see i listened to an american prayer twice and i am now listening to the second disc of the The Best of The Doors

still trying to figure out my design for my web site. i've done a few sites in my time so i don't know what the problem is but i'll have it soon.

i'm going to pump some iron now before i get ready to go out for the evening.