-----The Golden Road, By The Grateful Dead----- "See that girl, barefootin' along, Whistlin' and singin', she's a carryin' on. There's laughing in her eyes, dancing in her feet, She's a neon-light diamond and she can live on the street. Hey hey, hey, come right away Come and join the party every day. "Well everybody's dancin' in a ring around the sun Nobody's finished, we ain't even begun. So take off your shoes, child, and take off your hat. Try on your wings and find our where it's at. Hey hey, hey, come right away Come and join the party every day. Take a vacation, fall out for a while, Summer's comin' in, and it's goin' outa style Cause your mother's down in Memphis, won't be back 'till the fall. Hey hey, hey, come right away Come and join the party every day." Okay so I'm just sittin here truckin. I started to file my Taxes today, between me and Charlie we're getting like $700.00 dollars back yeah! I gotta get a job so we can get a place. I'm tired of being lazy. huh? weird never did think I could get tired of that. owell, what shall be shall be. What in the world ever became of sweet Jane? She lost her sparkle you know she isn't the same. ugha ugha ugha bugga. Weirdness, shake it off! Well, I realized that I've been going about my life all wrong. I was always trying to be someone else to make other people happy but damn I'm just me, and I can be me and people will just have to except it that way. I may seem a little prude in my own ways, but I'm not. I am laid back. I hate problems and haste. I don't like when People clean around me. Or do things that are way to complecated to be done at late at night. And people who cheat at monopoloy. "Her Mirror was a window that she sat be alone" Ha. Nah I'm cool really. I used to love the drama, really I did. Now at the sight of it I bite my nails. And sometimes I wonder if I'm not as clever as I used to be. Nah I am.... Hahaha. ::::::BAM:::::: You just got sucka punched. ................HIDDEN CHILD................... ROSEMARY by The Grateful Dead Boots were of leather, a breath of cologne the mirror was a window she sat by alone. All around the garden grew scarlet and purple and crimson and blue. She came dead and she went, and at last went away, the garden was sealed when the flowers decayed. On the wall of the garden a legend did say, no one may come here since no one may stay.