normal ........ hmmmmmmm ...... donno if theres anyone normal left out there

Thank the lawwwwwwwwwwwwwwd for my tp people!!! oh and Mr.Wonderful!!!

holy crap Im dark!!!!

hail to the tp people

dear diary..........gay guy across the street has a new biotch......he was sweeping the driveway tonight....... Im wondering if he would like a red satin pair of adidas shorts????

sha la lala lalalaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!

I was down at the New Amsterdam staring at this yellow-haired girl
Mr. Jones strikes up a conversation with this black-haired flamenco dancer
She dances while his father plays guitar
She's suddenly beautiful
We all want something beautiful
I wish I was beautiful
So come dance this silence down through the morning
Cut Maria! Show me some of them Spanish dances
Pass me a bottle, Mr. Jones
Believe in me
Help me believe in anything
I want to be someone who believes

Mr. Jones and me tell each other fairy tales
Stare at the beautiful women
"She's looking at you. Ah, no, no, she's looking at me."
Smiling in the bright lights
Coming through in stereo
When everybody loves you, you can never be lonely

I will paint my picture
Paint myself in blue and red and black and gray
All of the beautiful colors are very very meaningful
Greg is my favorite color
I felt so symbolic yesterday
If I knew Picasso
I would buy myself a gray guitar and play

Mr. Jones and me look into the future
Stare at the beautiful women
"She's looking at you.
Uh, I don't think so. She's looking at me."
Standing in the spotlight
I bought myself a gray guitar
When everybody loves me, I will never be lonely

I want to be a lion
Everybody wants to pass as cats
We all want to be big big stars, but we got different reasons for that
Believe in me because I don't believe in anything
and I want to be someone to believe

Mr. Jones and me stumbling through the barrio
Yeah we star at the beautiful women
"She's perfect for you, Man, there's got to be somebody for me."
I want to be Bob Dylan
Mr. Jones wishes he was someone just a little more funky
When everybody loves you, son, that's just about as funky as you can be

Mr. Jones and me staring at the video
When I look at the television, I want to see me staring right back at me
We all want to be big stars, but we don't know why and we don't know how
But when everybody loves me, I'm going to be just about as happy as can be
Mr. Jones and me, we're gonna be big stars

Step out the front door like a ghost
Into the fog where no one notices
The contrast of white on white.

And in between the moon and you
The angels get a better view
Of the crumbling difference between wrong and right.

I walk in the air between the rain,
Through myself and back again.
Where? I don't know

Maria says she's dying.
Through the door, I hear her crying
Why? I don't know

Round here we always stand up straight
Round here something radiates

Maria came from Nashville with a suitcase in her hand
She said she'd like to meet a boy who looks like Elvis
She walks along the edge of where the ocean meets the land
Just like she's walking on a wire in the circus
She parks her car outside of my house
Takes her clothes off,
Says she's close to understanding Jesus
She knows she's more than just a little misunderstood
She has trouble acting normal when she's nervous

Round here we're carving out our names
Round here we all look the same
Round here we talk just like lions
But we sacrifice like lambs
Round here she's slipping though my hands

Sleeping children got to run like the wind
Out of the lightning dream
Mama's little baby better get herself in
Out of the lightning

She says, "It's only in my head."
She says, "Shhh...I know it's only in my head."

But the girl on the car in the parking lot
Says: "Man, you should try to take a shot
Can't you see my walls are crumbling?"

Then she looks up at the building
And says she's thinking of jumping.
She says she's tired of life;
She must be tired of something.

Round here she's always on my mind
Round here I got lots of time
Round here we're never sent to bed early
Nobody makes us wait
Round here we stay up very very late

*POOF*!! jeezuz I just lost all my connections !!
BUT I made it back

Im surprized Im still here.......my pc has been nuts....... Ive had to do more than just your basics on this thing..........trojans are not just condoms!!!

Monty Python immediatly comes to mind

oh KILLMENOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
my neighbor has the Justin TimmberFlake cranked

WHY DO YOU THINK I HAVE NEIL DIAMOND NIGHT??? ITS FREAKING STEREO WARS AROUND HERE!!!

HOW GAY CAN YOU GO??? I EVEN HAVE BOY GEORGE!!!

Musta Musta Musta Musta ......

dear diary........sometimes I feel alittle top heavy!!!

i wonder why ?

My neighbors know better than to have stereo wars. I have a recording studio. I can break their windows with mine. 1200 by 1200 watts in 6.1 channel surround sound. All powered speakers. My sub is so violent at certain frequencies that we mounted it in the kitchen. If I turn it up over 39% the cops show in one minute flat.

My neighbors can crank godsmack full volume and I can drown them out completely with olivia newton john. Boy that pisses them off.

hey chevy, biker, catch!!!!

My gay neighbour likes rap music........I can here the boom boom boom to my bedroom which it is at the back of my place!!! Ive called the cops twice..........shhhhhhhhhhhh Im not a narc but shhhhhhhhhhhhh I had to work the next day

Unfortunately I think he has a police scanner because as soon as they come.........2 minutes before the 19 hours of rap have evaporated!!!