This is week 3 since the farmers market opened...The first 2 weeks I came home with some herbs and breads...this week I could see the first signs of SUMMER!!!
Baby Bok Choy, Asparagus, Spinach, Red onions, baby red and green leaf, egg plants, black cherry tarts, farmer's cheese and pecan tarts, organic honey wheat bread...and the first farmer to have tomatoes is way to exciting.
My parents were in town this past week for a visit from Texas. I have some major repressed feelings and I want to get it off my chest. YEE-HAW!!
I want and I try to just let it all go...I try to be so unconditional...but then they visit or I go home...their conditional values are not mine...the feelings continue to come back and bigger.
This visit was the worst...
The relationship I want with my parents, and the one I want Maxx to have... I got in the wrong line a long time ago for that. The world they see and the world I see are not the same.
My spirit...their box is not big or bright enough... Should I say how I feel and tell her what hurts? Do they really enjoy themselves... all stiff like that? They say they do and love to tell their friends about it all...
Our visits and my homecoming... When I first moved away: I cried cuz I was homesick... Then I didn't cry at all... Now I cry again, but because we are worlds apart...and there may never be an understanding.
Sinead O'Connor - The Emperor's New Clothes
It seems like years since you held the baby While I wrecked the bedroom You said it was dangerous after Sunday And I knew you loved me He thinks I just became famous And that's what messed me up But he's wrong How could I possibly know what I want When I was only twenty-one? And there's millions of people To offer advice and say how I should be But they're twisted And they will never be any influence on me But you will always be You will always be If I treated you mean I really didn't mean to But you know how it is And how a pregnancy can change you I see plenty of clothes that I like But I won't go anywhere nice for a while All I want to do is just sit here And write it all down and rest for a while I can't bear to be in another city One where you are not I would return to nothing without you If I'm your girlfriend or not Maybe I was mean But I really don't think so You asked if I'm scared And I said so Everyone can see what's going on They laugh ..cause they know they're untouchable Not because what I said was wrong Whatever it may bring I will live by my own policies I will sleep with a clear conscience I will sleep in peace Maybe it sounds mean But I really don't think so You asked for the truth and I told you Through their own words They will be exposed They've got a severe case of The emperor's new clothes The emperor's new clothes The emperor's new clothes
Love is my religion, Love is my religion, Love is my religion I'll take you to the temple tonight
All my days I've been searching, to find out what this life is worth through the books and bibles of time I've made up my mind I don't condemn, I don't convert, this is a calling have you heard bring all the lovers to the fold, cause no one is gonna lose their soul
[Chorus:] Love is my religion (Love is my religion) Love is my religion (Love is my religion) Love is my religion hey you can take it or leave it, and you don't have to believe it
I don't want to fight, hey let's go fly a kite there's nothing that we can't cure, and I'll keep you in my arms for sure so don't let nobody stop us, free spirits have to soar with you I share the gift, the gift that we now know oh oh oh
[Chorus]
Well I'm done searching now, I found out what this life is worth not in the books that I find, but by searching my mind I don't condemn, I don't convert this is the calling have you heard, bring all the lovers to the fold no one is gonna lose their soul
Love is my religion (Love is my religion) Love is my religion (Love is my religion) Love is my religion Hey you can take it or leave, and you dont have to believe it
NYPD at their best...Shamful!! From one Human to Another.
Current mood: cynical
Category: News and Politics
This is a public service announcement With guitar Know your rights all three of them
Number 1 You have the right not to be killed Murder is a crime! Unless it was done by a Policeman or aristocrat Know your rights
And number 2 You have the right to food money Providing of course you Dont mind a little Investigation, humiliation And if you cross your fingers Rehabilitation
Know your rights These are your rights Wang
Know these rights
Number 3 You have the right to free Speech as long as youre not Dumb enough to actually try it.
Know your rights These are your rights All three of em It has been suggested In some quarters that this is not enough! Well..............................
Get off the streets Get off the streets Run You dont have a home to go to Smush
Finally then I will read you your rights
You have the right to remain silent You are warned that anything you say Can and will be taken down And used as evidence against you
Masters of War by Bob Dylan
Current mood: enlightened
Category: Writing and Poetry
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Come you masters of war You that build all the guns You that build the death planes You that build the big bombs You that hide behind walls You that hide behind desks I just want you to know I can see through your masks
You that never done nothin’ But build to destroy You play with my world Like it’s your little toy You put a gun in my hand And you hide from my eyes And you turn and run farther When the fast bullets fly
Like Judas of old You lie and deceive A world war can be won You want me to believe But I see through your eyes And I see through your brain Like I see through the water That runs down my drain
You fasten the triggers For the others to fire Then you set back and watch When the death count gets higher You hide in your mansion As young people’s blood Flows out of their bodies And is buried in the mud
You’ve thrown the worst fear That can ever be hurled Fear to bring children Into the world For threatening my baby Unborn and unnamed You ain’t worth the blood That runs in your veins
How much do I know To talk out of turn You might say that I’m young You might say I’m unlearned But there’s one thing I know Though I’m younger than you Even Jesus would never Forgive what you do
Let me ask you one question Is your money that good Will it buy you forgiveness Do you think that it could I think you will find When your death takes its toll All the money you made Will never buy back your soul
And I hope that you die And your death’ll come soon I will follow your casket In the pale afternoon And I’ll watch while you’re lowered Down to your deathbed And I’ll stand o’er your grave ’Til I’m sure that you’re dead
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