A light, airy, effervescent, blog of grave consequence. (NOT!) Dedicated to those of us who must respond to negative stimuli by Chernobyling (entombing in concrete) our innermost thoughts.

Location: Slaughter, Louisiana, United States

A semi-gruntled corporate reliability engineer trying to make ends meet while keeping my wife happy, and myself out of the asylum.

Monday, April 11, 2005

How'd that old song go?

They say for every boy and girl
There's just one love in this whole world
And I know I've found mine
The heavenly touch of your embrace
The gunfire from your parents' place,
Shrapnel tearing through my heart

Young Love,
First Blood,
Fueding is true commotion.

Click here for explanation.

Sonny James would be proud.


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