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why don't you come to your senses
stay out on your fenses, she so gone now
It may be raining but that's a rainbow above you.
don't let somebody love you,
you know it's too late.
Maybe that's me, my truck is as fine a home as I ever had. I used to sleep in it behind my friend charlie's house, I would barely make it from the bar to his back yard. Still sleep in it regularly.
Happiness. For a time last year I was with the sweety who didn't mind living in my truck with me. She understood that I was wierd, that when you have your home taken away from you enough (as a wife that leaves over and over again, till you come crawling back, begging, till there is no ego or esteem left...) you stop wanting one. I was happy with my 20 year old freaky girl who wanted nothing more than to be with me, where ever I was. Whatever I was doing.
Am I happier alone?
Maybe. So much less pressure than trying to be something for someone. A home is a tomb where the soul and dreams are interned because they are dead.... Executed as sacrifices to the gods of comfort and security.
I love my nomadic life. Homeless; I haven't had a home sense my wife took my babies from me. Maybe desperado was riding those fences because it hurt to bad to come home anymore. (coming home alone is the quietest shade of pale) did the Eagles ever consider that?
Naw, I sabotage relationships. I am scared to death of them.
That's why I want a woman who won't take no for an answer, A strong woman to reign me in from the fields. Not just any woman, the right woman.
Naw, maybe the problem is that I need to get away, anybody else feel this machine pulling them into this blog world. 10001110101!
I want her, she pulls me with her voice.(she is woman hear her roar)
calling me home.
I have no home.
I'm OK with that, will she be ok with that?
I feel the warmth of a woman snuggling.
It's been a year since I've snuggled with anyone.
Snuggling is home.
Im crazy, happy, I'm doing fine.
Im alanis, I have one hand in my pocket.
I'll share my love with anyone... for a time.
I know nothing. socrates would be proud.
2/2/2006 4:42 pm
I haven't snuggled with anyone in two and a half years. I miss it more than I miss making love.|
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