HOLY SHIT, i have one of these?
wow. 43 weeks back i added something. where did the time go.?
oh wait, i lost my internet connection for the past year. im stealing it as of now while house sitting in kittery maine.
anywho.
here we go.
my baby and i. noodle and bunky
jilly fucking around.
doodle and i superbowl sunday 2008. brady wtf. happend?
after the game i was really mad
late night after the game we were really drunk.
this was the "best game ever" the name says everything.
melissa, me, and doodle at freestlye wed? uhm yah, lots of shitty spitting AND and stuff. portsmouths' own red door.
me and cape fear. boogity boggity.
david loves his jillian. we so fucking cute.
downtown wilmington. its so fucknig perfect. for me.
hollywood east for me.
65 years ago yesterday my grandparents got married here. maybe me?
shush. dont talk like thAT!
oh man so much to say, but too much to do. i have to be getting back to this real real soon,
until then my friend.
leave with somethings wonderous
~love bade we welcome, yet my soul drew back
guilty of dust and sin
but quick-eyed Love, obsserving me grow slack...
Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning
if i lacked anything.
Alone
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were - I have not seen
As others saw - I could not bring
My passions from a common spring -
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow - I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone -
And all I lov'd - I lov'd alone -
Then - in my childhood - in the dawn
Of a most stormy life - was drawn
From ev'ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still -
From the torrent, or the fountain -
From the red cliff of the mountain -
From the sun that 'round me roll'd
In its autumn tint of gold -
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass'd me flying by -
From the thunder, and the storm -
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view -
oh wait, i lost my internet connection for the past year. im stealing it as of now while house sitting in kittery maine.
anywho.
here we go.
my baby and i. noodle and bunky
jilly fucking around.
doodle and i superbowl sunday 2008. brady wtf. happend?
after the game i was really mad
late night after the game we were really drunk.
this was the "best game ever" the name says everything.
melissa, me, and doodle at freestlye wed? uhm yah, lots of shitty spitting AND and stuff. portsmouths' own red door.
me and cape fear. boogity boggity.
david loves his jillian. we so fucking cute.
downtown wilmington. its so fucknig perfect. for me.
hollywood east for me.
65 years ago yesterday my grandparents got married here. maybe me?
shush. dont talk like thAT!
oh man so much to say, but too much to do. i have to be getting back to this real real soon,
until then my friend.
leave with somethings wonderous
~love bade we welcome, yet my soul drew back
guilty of dust and sin
but quick-eyed Love, obsserving me grow slack...
Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning
if i lacked anything.
Alone
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were - I have not seen
As others saw - I could not bring
My passions from a common spring -
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow - I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone -
And all I lov'd - I lov'd alone -
Then - in my childhood - in the dawn
Of a most stormy life - was drawn
From ev'ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still -
From the torrent, or the fountain -
From the red cliff of the mountain -
From the sun that 'round me roll'd
In its autumn tint of gold -
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass'd me flying by -
From the thunder, and the storm -
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view -