There is a hill with your name on it

The grass will grow tall as you walk past it.

You have the strange feeling that someone is following you as you drive down I-5 at 8:04 in the morning.

It has been awhile since you called on any of your dead relatives to solve any of your personal problems. They are waiting patiently.

After a short snooze you find those pillow lines on loved ones faces to be super cute.

You will not use all your minutes next month on you personal cell phone as it will be lodged in the back of a shiny black pickup truck that gave you a ride home from the 'seahawks superbowl win game' (which is a new scratch ticket sold at clubs to make up for the money lost on betting on the dolphins {who were not even in the playoffs, you should have called me on that one}).

You smell like you've just seen the presidential debate from 2004 of the Bush/Kerry campaign. Take a shower, please!!!

build to spill - So this is the new year?

build on it, don't dwell on it.

'Your assumptions about your fellow man are wrong, of course I could be wrong about that.'

There is an ever increasing ring of fire emnating from your aura, at first it looked like a halo, but now it is more like a smoke ring from a blazing circus show.

You will find yourself characterized in a movie about small minded dim-witted, morons, who incessantly defend racial and sexual abuses. Not to worry, it's just a movie and you would never really do such things. . . . anymore. . . . after reading this.

Your family has its own unique smell as they do not have their own unique bathroom (the outhouse idea is old and worn out, seek a new architect puh-leeaze.).

Now that others are listening to your fav music, you don't like it anymore.

Seeing is the end of believeing, and 'believe you me, I do believe' {you will get bonus points if you know who wrote those lyrics}.

'may the terror of war be overrun by the beauty of peace' Savannah -msjonesie~ (mod for the tribalsouls yahoo group)