tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-222041432011-04-21T15:24:48.092-07:005noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22204143.post-1141993370880357192006-03-10T04:15:00.000-08:002006-03-10T04:22:50.883-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3668/1322/1600/9-13-2005%206-02-06%20PM_0000.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3668/1322/400/9-13-2005%206-02-06%20PM_0000.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />We are out of here!<br />Bye bye Billings-where the Coobsters and the Rocko's have found fertile ground to grow the stupidity, where the paper is lying by omission daily, where the "star" reporter is a fucking little sheep....where the other paper is a pathetic little shit of a dead fishwrapper....oh, the list is endless...<br />I wont be back though I told others I would be. Aint going to happen.<br />I have never met such a backwards bunch of silly little shits who vote against themselves...<br />But, Im retired now, at 45....so eat that shit you little fuckers!<br />Na na na naa naaa!<br /><br />Enjoy.....and see you in El Salvador!<br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />I'm coming home with a stone, strapped onto my back.<br />I'm coming home with a burning hope turning all my blues to black.<br />I'm looking for a sacred hand to carve into my stone.<br />A ghost of comfort, angels breath - to keep this life inside my chest.<br />This world falls on me with hopes of immortality.<br />Everywhere I turn all the beauty just keeps shaking me.<br />I woke up in the middle of a dream, scared the world was too much for me.<br />Sejarez said, "don't let go, just plant the seeds and watch them grow."<br />I've slept in rainy canyon lands, cold drenched to my skin.<br />I always wake to find a face to calm these troubled lands.<br />This world falls on me with dreams of immortality.<br />Everywhere I turn all the beauty just keeps shaking me.<br />Running - end - earth - swimming - edge - sea - laughing - under - starry sky<br />This world was meant for me.<br />Don't bury me, carry me.<br />I wish I was a nomad, an Indian, or a saint.<br />The edge of death would disappear, leave me nothing left to taint.<br />I wish I was a nomad, an Indian, or a saint.<br />Give me walking shoes, feathered arms, and a key to heaven's gate.<br />This world falls on me with dreams of immortality.<br /><br />See ya!<br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22204143-114199337088035719?l=notalwaysthere.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>5noreply@blogger.com7