Using my blog to try and make the world a better place. If I can help someone forget their troubles for a few minutes a day, it's all worth it.

1973 (btw, is it just me, or do I look like the first-season Bobby Brady in this pic?????):

1973 (btw, is it just me, or do I look like the first-season Bobby Brady in this pic?????):
I watch the ripples change their size, but never leave the stream of warm impermanent sand. So the days flow through my eyes but still the days seem the same. And these children that you spit on as they try to change their world are immune to your consultations. They're quite aware of what they're going through.

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Some people call him the space cowboy, yeah, Some call him the gangster of love. Some people call him Maurice, Cause he speaks of th pompitous of love

He's a lover, and he's a sinner, he plays his music in the sun. He's a joker, he's a smoker, He's a midnight toker, he sure don't want to hurt no one.

7 comments:

Cal's Canadian Cave of Coolness said...

Pass the Dutchie on left hand side...

joe said...

And no Bogarting. Keep it moving.

Some Guy said...

We went to see Steve Miller in concert after our senior prom. There was definitely a haze.

joe said...

And I wasn't invited??

Dano said...

Sigh, sometimes I miss Mary Jane.

joe said...

I know, so do I.
The gentleman in the pic seems to appreciate her company, as well.

michael a. gonzales said...

I've always wanted to write a story called "Puff, Puff, Pass," but I keep forgetting.

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