Tuesday, January 31, 2017

Earcandy Toofer Toosdy

"Somebody exploded an H-Bomb today. But it wasn't anybody I knew. Write Lightly, Yours Truly, Dear Diary" Moody Blues


"Dear Diary"

Dear diary, what a day it's been.
Dear diary, it's been just like a dream.
Woke up late. Wasn't where I should have been.
For goodness sake what's happening to me.
Write lightly, yours truly, dear diary.

It was cold outside my door.
So many people by the score.
Rushing around so senselessly.
They don't notice there's people like me.
Write lightly, yours truly, dear diary.

They don't know what they're playing.
They've no way of knowing what the game is.
Still they carry on doing what they can.
Outside me, impolitely, dear diary.

It's over. Will tomorrow be the same?
I know that they're really not to blame.
If they wern't so blind then surely they'd see.
There's a much better way for them to be.
Inside me, yours truly, dear diary.
...

Somebody exploded an H-bomb today.
But it wasn't anybody I knew.




"Question"

Why do we never get an answer
When we're knocking at the door
With a thousand million questions
About hate and death and war?

'cause when we stop and look around us
There is nothing that we need.
In a world of persecution that is burning in its greed.

Why do we never get an answer
When we're knocking at the door?
Because the truth is hard to swallow
That's what the war of love is for.

It's not the way that you say it
When you do those things to me.
It's more the way that you mean it
When you tell me what will be.

And when you stop and think about it
You won't believe it's true.
That all the love you've been giving
Has all been meant for you.

I'm looking for someone to change my life.
I'm looking for a miracle in my life.
And if you could see what it's done to me
To lose the love I knew
Could safely lead me through.

Between the silence of the mountains
And the crashing of the sea
There lies a land I once lived in
And she's waiting there for me.

But in the grey of the morning
My mind becomes confused
Between the dead and the sleeping
And the road that I must choose.

I'm looking for someone to change my life.
I'm looking for a miracle in my life.
And if you could see what it's done to me
To lose the love I knew
Could safely lead me to
The land that I once knew.
To learn as we grow old
The secrets of our souls.

It's not the way that you say it
When you do those things to me.
It's more the way you really mean it
When you tell me what will be.

Why do we never get an answer
When we're knocking at the door
With a thousand million questions
About hate and death and war?

When we stop and look around us
There is nothing that we need.
In a world of persecution that is burning in its greed.

Monday, January 30, 2017

Larry Smith: "A Person Like Me Could Really Use Marijuana."

Larry Smith is a retired cop with crippling Parkinson's. Watch the dramatic effects medical marijuana has on his symptoms. Ride With Larry.


Truth Is? It Does Me The Same Dadgum Way ...

Sunday, January 29, 2017

He Had Me Convinced LONG Before November 9th ....


Wonder how long he's had Melanoma Convinced He's Unfit? Hmmm ...? I'm Sorry, but the tiny peek into their relationship below is VERY telling.


Friday, January 27, 2017

Who are you going to believe ... Me or your lying eyes?

"David,The World Is A Mess!" "Believe Me!"

http://hell-aint-a-bad-place.tumblr.com/post/156422897955

Doomsday Clock Ticks Closer To Midnight

Thanks to the Cheetofaced "Shitgibbon".



“In a way, the world-view of the Party imposed itself most successfully on people incapable of understanding it. They could be made to accept the most flagrant violations of reality, because they never fully grasped the enormity of what was demanded of them, and were not sufficiently interested in public events to notice what was happening. By lack of understanding they remained sane. They simply swallowed everything, and what they swallowed did them no harm, because it left no residue behind, just as a grain of corn will pass undigested through the body of a bird.”
–George Orwell, Nineteen Eighty-Four

Wednesday, January 25, 2017

Welcome To The Kakistocracy ....

'Murkastan Fully Realized. Fasten Your Safety Belts and Gird Your Loins!