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"Time to make the donuts!"
~Fred the Baker [as portrayed by actor Michael Vale] |
"There is a fine line between loosing it and getting it."
From a character on LMN |
"Only intuition can save you from the most dangerous individual of all, the articulate incompetent." - Robert Bernstein |
"We can cure physical diseases with medicine, but the only cure for loneliness, despair, and hopelessness is love. There are many in the world who are dying for a piece of bread, but there are many more dying for a little love" - Mother Teresa |
"Treat the earth well: it was not given to you by your parents, it was loaned to you by your children. We do not inherit the Earth from our Ancestors, we borrow it from our Children." - Ancient Indian Proverb |
“In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy.” William Blake
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That hurts
Nature gave us all something to fall back on, and sooner or later we all land flat on it.
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Turn around, and you will see that happiness is the shadow right behind you.
Felipe Villaespesa |
This is not an ordinary day; discover the excitement of your day.
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Life's funny that way.
Moving fast is not the same as going somewhere.
Robert Anthony |
I can see it all now, this is gonna be just like last summer. You fell in love with that girl at the Fotomat, you bought forty dollars worth of fuckin' film, and you never even talked to her. You don't even own a camera.
-mike damone Fast times at ridgemont high |
Anais Nin
" I am an excitable woman who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger than reason. I am so thirsty for the marvelous that only the marvelous has power over me. Anything I cannot transform into something marvelous, I let go. Reality doesn't impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another." Anais Nin
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Cure for an obsession: get another one. -- Mason Cooley
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To love women and never enjoy them, is as much to love wine and never taste it. -- John Lyly |
I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does not doubt my courage or my toughness, who does not believe me naive or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman. -- Anais Nin
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Cultural pollution is just as bad as chemical pollution...maybe worse. - Me
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Who, What am i? Do I try to explain Or do I deny Who I am what I am Do I try to hide Not let them see Who I am what I am Do I try to run and so run from Who I am what I am |
Cowboy's Dream
Every cowboy has one, Just like his hat, boots and jeans. It's a part of his genetic make-up, This thing called a Cowboy's Dream. Now this dream has many sections, And each section has just as many parts. But the end result leads to a cowboy's toughest feature, Located smack dab in the middle of his heart. Now give the cowboy credit, Cause he'll try his damnedest not to show it. But most of us have been through it enough, To speak in detail about how we know it. His vision of perfect beauty, One that could steal his breath at any moment. A life put on hold and a mind on edge, By the reoccurring dream of that special woman. Within his life of solitude, A cowboy's mind is plagued with lots of time. Time spent on opinions he'll never use, And the girl he might never find. Most any cowboy has had his share, Of women along the way. And people will argue that he's just a player, Using those women in his sinister game. But that isn't true for the better of 'em, And if you could get him to speak he'd probably say. That his cowboy dream would be his perfect match, One from which he'll never stray. Her heart would be as big as his, Her soul at least twice or more. So sweet and rare, a desert jewel, Like a rose without the thorns. She'd smell like the mountain flowers, And her lips would hold the perfect taste. The desire she brings him makes the time without her, Time he's made to waste. Her eyes would dance with a million emotions, Changing no matter brown, green or blue. Her flowing hair straight from angels spindles, Taylor made to run hands through. And the curves of her luscious body. The one's at home in Wrangler's or a Sunday dress. Have a way to make the cleanest cowboy, Turn completely to a big old' mess. Of course, she'd possess a streak of toughness, Cause the hay needs bucking and those calves need a brand. And when it came to moments of passion, He would feel the tenderness in her hand. The cowboy dreams of rescuing his woman, From the hustle of today's stressful mix. This quiet knight could slay her dragon, And win her heart, which he would fix. In return she'd mend his wounds, Accustomed to all those rodeo falls. And as long as he was willing, her guarantee to him, Would be her by his side through it all. They'd spend their nights on an old porch swing, Embraced, as they gaze at the stars. Knowing their love is forever safe, Within each others arms. For years and years their fire would burn, Through all the nasty, stormy weather. And when it came time to end it all, The cowboy and her would take one last ride up to heaven together. Well sure as the cowboy was born to ride, He was also born to dream. All the women left in his wake, Will now know what he means. The cowboy has a way of hiding, Things he never wants to show. The most important being his broken heart, Which that special women could make whole. For years, it seems, he'll make the wait, Till he's able to slip out of 'dem jeans. When he'll crawl into bed, and rest his head, In the arms of his Cowboy Dream. |
"Do not let your fire go out...spark by irreplaceable spark...in the hopeless swamps of the not-quite, the not-yet, and the not-at-all. Do not let the hero in your soul perish...in lonely frustration for the life you deserved...but never been able to reach. The world you desire can be won. It exists, it is real. It is possible, it is yours."
-Ayn Rand |
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