Yes, Farnsie's getting back on the road so the timing seems appropriate. Tomorrow I shall purchase a notepad and get back to it. Right now, I should be completing an English Unit of Work on Louis Sachar's 'Holes', but I can't focus because I have to get this out.
I'm not sure if anyone follows me anymore or will bother to respond. I've been needing this for a while now, so I'm glad to be motivated enough to get back into it.
A number of things have inspired me over the last few days and I feel the need to create or reignite my outlet again.
Such things as:
- My friend starting up her own blog.
- Paul Kelly's 'Deeper Water'.
- A photo of my gal looking ultra-violent.
- The cold.
- A purple bic pen.
Enough talk, time to get to it.
You'll be hearing from me...
Daz
Neil Young- On The Way Home
When the dream came
I held my breath with my eyes closed
I went insane,
Like a smoke ring day
When the wind blows
Now I won't be back till later on
If I do come back at all
But you know me, and I miss you now.
In a strange game
I saw myself as you knew me
When the change came,
And you had a
Chance to see through me
Though the other side is just the same
You can tell my dream is real
Because I love you, can you see me now.
Though we rush ahead to save our time
We are only what we feel
And I love you, can you feel it now











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A thousand times a day I tell you I love the way you sing. Even though it makes me cry, its my favorite time to be alive.
The Early November
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A thousand times a day I tell you I love the way you sing. Even though it makes me cry, its my favorite time to be alive.
The Early November
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