Its a small world afterall
Alrighty people, sorry to break up the really somber mood i made with the last entry, but this is far to rich to pass up. I decided I needed to search for my tru self, so i typed my name in o google..and heres what i got.This guy writes bad poetry,like me! Heres the favorite he had on the site..its about indians and bison..wow!
Way of Life Lost
To be separated from the one you love,
Is to be separated from peace.
Like the great race,
From which we engulfed,
Its mother, Its bison, Its lease.
To lose the creatures,
Which once did reside,
War, Murder, Genocide.
To be separated from the peace you once knew.
Please return precious,
I feel like I'm Sioux.
But the lame poetry compairison isnt the creepy part. At roughly the same time I went and visited Eauclaire, he apparently visited the Grand Caynon, and we both ended up with these picts.
And so that my friends is just creepy, especially if i end up like him..its just not cool..at all..betcha this guy is STILL a virgin. OW NOW BROWN COW!
Way of Life Lost
To be separated from the one you love,
Is to be separated from peace.
Like the great race,
From which we engulfed,
Its mother, Its bison, Its lease.
To lose the creatures,
Which once did reside,
War, Murder, Genocide.
To be separated from the peace you once knew.
Please return precious,
I feel like I'm Sioux.
But the lame poetry compairison isnt the creepy part. At roughly the same time I went and visited Eauclaire, he apparently visited the Grand Caynon, and we both ended up with these picts.
And so that my friends is just creepy, especially if i end up like him..its just not cool..at all..betcha this guy is STILL a virgin. OW NOW BROWN COW!