When I go to a post and find a video, or a song, I always watch/listen, simply because I assume the author put it there for a reason.
I take the time.
I am distraught today
“Why?” Because of… News… I am watching CNN, Al Jazeera, even FOX.
Things are fucked up.
Really fucked up.
Yep
So… in that vain vein, I just give you this below.
(Who said the1980’s music sucked?
Why? Music sucked? Oh yeah! Lance did… Lance is an idiot)
You tell me.
Cheers,
Lance
Vid Credit: BeGrooovy
My GF just walked out the door to meet up…with a friend… to get a pedicure.
“Have you been watching the news?” I asked.
“No. That is yer job,” she said.
“Yep. Well, the Mid East is on fire.”
“America. See you later.”
“Of course.”
I cannot even begin to explain how I feel now.
“Just one more year and then you’ll be happy.”
I was almost a NAVY SEAL.
I can prove it too:
Reblogged this on Texan Tales & Hieroglyphics and commented:
I thought the world was fucked up on August 08, 2014.
I had no idea things were so good then compared to where we would find ourselves on August 08, 2020.
This is a great song – I can feel it – I understand it well! Loved this album when it came out in the late 1970s – I was in my last year in high school – I remember ’cause I tore this album up!! That’s one of the reason’s I haven’t posted about what’s going on over there – other than everybody getting along & respecting each other (which aint gonna happen) I don’t know exactly what needs to be done and quite frankly am glad I am not in the positions that need to be deciding worldwide. Whatever happens probably aint gonna be pretty. I know you’re not a believer, but I have of late pondered the last book . . . shit’s fucked up all over . . .
I don’t know…
I can’t comment on the situation in the Middle East because I am willfully ignorant about such things. I have to be, otherwise I disappear down the rabbit hole of my mind and… well, it’s not good if I do and let’s just leave it at that.
On another note, Baker Street is one of my all time favourite songs. It introduced me to the idea that a song could be as long as it wanted or needed to be. I would always get lost in it for a blissful six plus minutes whenever my friend gave it a spin. As a matter of fact, I still do. I’m doing it right now.
He went to Paris…me too…
I got better; all bad passed.
I’m sorry you’re distraught.
It’s a shitty feeling.
But it’s good to get the shitty out sometimes.
I hope you get feelin’ better.
T
Heathen…. sometimes one must, just say SOMEThing.
(Sorry: I was not shouting; my all caps got all capped)
That’s why I’ve set the IDGAF bit on the news inputs. Ain’t nuthin’ I can do about it so it’s useless information that can only make me unhappy for no purpose.