"She's in love, and the world gets blurry
She makes mistakes, and she's in no hurry to grow up
'Cause grownups, they don't understand her
Well it's a big, big world out there, but she's not scared...
She finds hope in the strangest places
She reads her books, and she knows the faces
Of everyone that ever said she's alone
She knows every word to the saddest songs
And she sings along, though her friends all tell her
That she can't sing...
She's eighteen, much too young
To know what a kiss like that would mean
But her lips, they were no stranger to the touch
And she likes it way too much."
--Mayday Parade, So Far Away

Saturday, July 21, 2007

Forward, Ho!

I'm off [again], so as tradition demands, I leave this precious blog of mine with a few words of wisdom and departure.

In a dream once, I was told:

"It's in your final moments, they say, that you learn who and what was truly worth it. It's in your final breath, they say, that you learn and speak the truth. And it's in your final second, they say, that you wish you could've told those worthy people everything that was the truth."

I intend to tell the truth. Do you?

Do you, Government, tell the truth? Do you, Political Parties, tell the truth? Teachers? Parents? Attorneys? Pet store owners? Airport security men? Massage-chair salesmen?

Try it sometime. It's absolutely wonderful.

:)

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