And I DO Apologize for Word-Press. Whose Total Tonnage Of Inadequacy Would Sink The Mighty Bismarck
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WOODSTOCK! I Would’ve been THERE, But, ALAS: I Had Been ‘Grounded’
Not to Mention The Paralyzed Fact That I was Too Young to Have a
Driver’s License
Max Yasgur’s Farm
Or…
“Find The Cost Of Freedom”
I Cannot Find The Orig Poster To Credit. Fuk It!
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I Recently Posted this on Facebook (not sure why)
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“To All My Facebook Friends:
I love to ‘share’ stuff.
(This is the ‘primary purpose’ of FB as I understand it)
Some of the things I ‘share’ are good.
Some other things not so much.
But I share anyway.
Why?
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Because I can
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Because I want to
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Because it makes me happy.
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Because I am ‘generous.’
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And I try to make people happy (If only for a moment)
Yep. I am generous.
To a fault.
I will give you the shirt off my back if it will do you more good than me.
I will give you my food, my booze, my car.
I will give you almost anything I own.
Because I do not care about material things.
The only thing I will not give you is My Life.
(There has been only one time I was ready to give my life for a friend, and that happened one Labour Day back in the Early Seventies)
I am older now and hopefully somewhat wiser.
And have become so ‘loving jealous’ of my life of late.
“Life is for learning.”
–Joni Mitchell
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(Just for reference in case you are new here):
Just a little more “added value”
If you have come this far,
You must surely know by now how much I love Joni.
Original “Woodstock”
Song.
Sung by
A Poet.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cRjQCvfcXn0
A Rare Gem
A Treasure.
A Woman (of Heart and Mind)
An Angel.
(There is no thumbnail)
Trust me!
It is Joni!
Watch and listen!
Try this one:
(These two below, actually)
There is never enough Joni in my World.
If you do not love Joni,
Well,
You have probably taken a wrong turn at
Albuquerque.
And should not be here.
Go back to California.
Or Egypt.
Or Cat-Man-Don’t.
Or
Whatever Planet You Call “Home.”
These days.
I Love You So Much Joni!
Oh Fuck it!
I will revisit this when I am sober.
Fuck it!
WordPress is obviously
Broken.
WP and I have this in common:
We are both…
Broken.
Fuck it!
“Is it all books and words? Or do you really feel it? Do you really care? Do you really smile. When you smile?”
And since I am rather fond of complete sentences
(and closure)
I just feel compelled to drop this bit in.
(For those few, those happy few, who actually “get” me.
And my sense of humor.)
If I keep dropping mindless shit into this post, I am going to lose my fucking mind.
But I suppose this “Post” Was All About Some Of The Favorite Things I Love To Share.
Now.
Fess up.
Wasn’t it?
Fuck it.
You should not have come this far.
Go Away.
(This one is just for Lance.)
Vid credit: Boston 4 Evaa
“Say, can I have some of your purple berries?”
“Yes, I’ve been eating them for six or seven weeks now. Haven’t got sick once.”
“Probably keep us both alive.”
I keep ‘sharing’.
But that was the entire point of this entire exercise.
Now,
Wasn’t it?
And just to tie up this thought process…
“Few of My Favorite Things.”
Someday, this post is gonna end.
I am gonna keep milking this cow until she be dry.
(Yes! I am insane!)
Please try to forgive me.
Or not.
Really do not care.
At this point.
