Joni sustains me
Thick and thin
My mind is blown
Joni is my…
What’s the word?
You Figger it Out
Oh Screw it!
“A Strange Boy”
Oh My! How I can Relate
Danger! Will Robinson!
This post is
I ‘might’ edit it later
(But Do Not Count On It!)
I have no fucking idea why I am posting this.
It is because Joni Mitchell has shaped my life (in the best way) more than all the women (combined) who so desperately tried (and failed) to do so.
There will NEVER be a woman I love more than Joni Mitchell,
And I have never even seen her in person,
But I have never even seen Shakespeare either.
So… Fucking What!
Recent FB Stupid post of mine:
I’d just be happy with a sideways glance from her at me from 200 meters as she bordered her Lear Jet. I would be happy and sated enough to just lie down and die right then and there.
Right fucking there on the tarmac.
My last happy dying thought: Joni looked at me. Ever so briefly, but that is all I deserved.
I do not believe in God.
I do not believe in Yoga.
I do not Believe in Ghost-Busters
I do not believe in Chocolate Milk
But I do believe in Joni.
I can hear/see/watch Joni.
Cannot do that with any God.
More convoluted FaceFuk Shit:
I love Joni.
Joni don’t love me
Why not? You may ask.
Because She doesn’t even know I exist.
(I am about to spill A-LOT of Virtual ink on Joni—- Once again)
Why? Because I love her so much more than all the Tea In China.
It ain’t raining here, but I don’t care!
As in general,
WordPress is Fucking Stupid!
There is a Great Link Below To A wonderful Complexation/Complication/Compy-lication, Complied Collection… of Joni Music….
But Y’all gonna have to don them Coke-Bottle-Bottom glasses to see it.
Joni! I love love LOVE You!
You have continuously and always Enriched my Life!
When I die… I want the two people at my funeral as they spread the dirt over me… One would be Joni. The other is a person to be named later… to listen to “Circle Game”—-(see comments if you give at least one fuck)
Just a little more FB Fun…
And quite Frankly…
I do not understand…
Why the FUCK…
I waste even one second of what little, finite time…
That remains for me
Blue, Beautiful Blue Marble…
On Fukkin’ FaceBook!
Joni has written, sung & performed some of the most beautiful songs in The History of Song,
but I say this w/o apology:
This is my favorite:
The older I grow, the more it moves me to tears.
I listen to it over and over again.
At least five or seven, or twenty times a day….
Every fukkin’ day.
I wake up…
And this song is playing in my head!
So guess what I do!
I queue it up, and listen.
(And re-enforced just once more in love with, with Joni–As if! As if, I ever would need a booster shot!)
That is a Ridiculous Thought
I LOVE YOU!
(Huge Surprise, n’est-ca faux ‘paw’?)
Precious Few Catch My Twisted…
Sense Of Humour.
Vid Cred: JoniJourney
There is too much ‘Joni’ running about (on the internet)
Because we are about to lose her.
She is dying.
I do NOT wannna live in a world without Joni.
If offered the option…
I chose life.
Just as I chose Shakespeare.
Dead or alive.
I love her.
I will always love her.
On my death bed…
I will say
“At least I knew Joni”
She co·erce’d me to examine my life.