apparently only myself

Hi CB


Mornin Andrea

sweet???me??? NO WAY!!! I'm mean and nasty dang it!!


Ohhhh ok Thanks Tiger

Okies, yeah them ice storms keep headin here, another one on the way this evenin.

I'll keep Kyle in my thoughts and daily mutterings with the whatever that force is

Anyone hear from Kyle?

maybe...any ways I'll save the paper for him

Where's Sage?????????? Its 9:15 am , he's late!!!!

Kinda hard to start your car from NY Nicki


ohhh ok bro I'll do my wall therapy with a wall in the back


**heads to the back, runs into the wall , falls down, gets up** Ahhhh much better

awww Cap't its all good, some of us like seeing you this way I know you make my sister soooo happy

I'm in need of some wall therapy

my cats Chubbs and Sabrina, my dog Lily, and cows

ok done with the screamin...for now

Slipping into her jeans
Stuffing her feet into her boots
Yanking the heavy sweater over her head
The need to be free, the urge, yen and desire
Running strong through her today
Longing to climb upon her bike
Allowing her hair to fly loose
Screaming with the power of then engine between her legs
The wind caressing her face like an old lovers hand
The creak and groan of her leather as she moves, sweet music to her ears
Standing now in the cold empty garage, staring at the space where her bike once stood
Turning away with a tear in her eye, hands crammed into her pockets
Climbing into his truck, its just not the same, cranking the music
Window down, cigarette dangling from the corner of her lip
Smoke curling around her head like a wreath as she sings along with the song
The cold air rushing in, touching her face, shaking her from her reverie
Driving along up to the farm, knowing he's there waiting, coffee ready, fresh from the shower, smellin all clean and yummy
Pulling into his drive way, truck's gentle rumble alerting him she's there
He comes out the door, coffee in hand, as she climbs out of the truck
Smile on his face, as he pulls her in close, burying his nose into her hair
Mornin my lil snugglebunny, he mumbles into her hair, she breaths his scent in deeply, as she mumbles, don't call me that you big jerk
He laughs, you know you are my lil snugglebunny, and you know you love when I call you that
She laughs, yeah I do, hand in hand they walk together into the house
That longing for freedom, gone now, knowing deep inside that she is already free

ya know love my NY swoc

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oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooommmmmmmmmmmmmm bite me

Thanks Jayne

Mornin ((((((Suz))))))

(((((((Nicki Jayne))))))) Good morning my lovelies

(((((((((Jessi)))))))))) for when you see her


Sorry bro got into some writing, still working on it between requests for juice ,tissues and cough drops

Coffee growing cold in my cup
Sitting here thinking of mundane stuff
Lost in the everyday-ness of it all
Wondering when it became a chore
Realizing I just don't care anymore
It used to matter to me, but now who even cares
Just time for changes I suppose
It all just leaves something to be desired
Lacking in substance, lacking in humanness
Lacking in feelings, just simply lacking
Nothing but emptiness and shallowness
Long gone are the days of caring and genuineness
Long gone are the days of family and laughing
Replaced with lack luster words
Replaced with shallowness and false warmth
Its become a black hole of human lives
Trapped in the mindless plastic trays
Labels slapped upon each of us, simply because we lost who we are

damn talk about getting brave, in front of cops and cameras...

ahhh what???