So, IDs tonight, eh?
Yeah, they’re SO much fun, how r u doin
O you know same old same old, getting bumped everytime you hit a key or click, but I don’t mind- that’s what I’m here for.
Thanks man, I don’t suppose you could just like… do them for me
Ha ha ha, …no
Awww, why not?
Because! I’m a computer- I store information, I don’t compile it into comprehensible A getting work
…did I ask for comprehensible A getting work?
No, but since this conversation is all in your head does it really matter?
No, I guess it doesn’t…maybe I should post this as a note on facebook- everyone will think I’m a complete nut- or that I’m insanely creative, one of the two.
Yeah, feel free to quote me.
Ok, maybe I will. Any last thoughts to share with our potential readers?
Save Early, Save Often. This is your computer, signing off.
Goodnight.
4.29.2008
April 26th
On April 26th,
You would expect to see,
Flowers blooming,
Pinks, reds, yellows,
The chartreuse green
Of new growth
Smattering the trees and bushes
With victory and life
In February,
You might rejoice
At three days
Of 40 degree
Weather in a row
With light snows
But not on April 26th.
On April 26th,
If it's under 50,
You want to cry,
If it dares snow,
You think you might die,
You wonder why you've never moved
Why you still love your home
There's no place like it
This is
MINNESOTA
And
This
Is HOW WE ROLL
You would expect to see,
Flowers blooming,
Pinks, reds, yellows,
The chartreuse green
Of new growth
Smattering the trees and bushes
With victory and life
In February,
You might rejoice
At three days
Of 40 degree
Weather in a row
With light snows
But not on April 26th.
On April 26th,
If it's under 50,
You want to cry,
If it dares snow,
You think you might die,
You wonder why you've never moved
Why you still love your home
There's no place like it
This is
MINNESOTA
And
This
Is HOW WE ROLL
4.21.2008
Why I love the Son
The Son shines with life bringing light
Everything it touches grows
It brings warmth to the body
It brings warmth to the soul
It renews, relaxes, refreshes.
When it's covered by clouds,
my soul feels empty
I wither
Thunder rolls in the air and in my thoughts
I cry for no reason
my emotions, a tornado, out of control
I must remember the Son is still there
The clouds are only temporary
He will shine through again- He never left
It was only circumstance that tried to convince me of that
So be encouraged my soul
this too will pass
and the Son will shine in all it's glory
and the world will sing again
to the King of Kings most Holy.
Everything it touches grows
It brings warmth to the body
It brings warmth to the soul
It renews, relaxes, refreshes.
When it's covered by clouds,
my soul feels empty
I wither
Thunder rolls in the air and in my thoughts
I cry for no reason
my emotions, a tornado, out of control
I must remember the Son is still there
The clouds are only temporary
He will shine through again- He never left
It was only circumstance that tried to convince me of that
So be encouraged my soul
this too will pass
and the Son will shine in all it's glory
and the world will sing again
to the King of Kings most Holy.
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