I follow the stream It bubbles brightly Churning over stones With more years than I Reflecting a forest Of wisdom and splendor Peace and serenity Comfort and security As I follow the stream Down and down it flows Where it leads i find Myself guessing not knowing And with trepidation My feet lead me From the happy stream I follow the river Its power chokes me But I've never been more alive Vague memories of peace Nestled in nostalgia As I find glory in And the life it breeds The power of its creation It swaths a mighty path Through the open plains The smell of grass Seductively sweet Insects breeding On the shallow coast The shallow coast Birds and frogs And fishes feasting Consuming life for their own And the river cuts Through it all a blade Cleaving the land And giving life in turn The river in its power drowns me And though I know to swim The question is never can But will And I do not desire to leave This winding river's coil And so I drown in life

ok, so i just spent a whole night with two really bitter guys basically telling me how ill never be happy with women cause they're evil manipulative bitches who use you so they can feel in control, and once they feel they've used you up, cut you loose to get rid of you.  basically they told me that the happiness im looking for doesnt exist, and to just give up and have sex when i can.  so, needless to say, im a little depressed, and id like other opinions, maybe, im not sure. its just not cool to have your dream of getting married, and being a good father and husband shot down in flaming glory right in fornt of me.

There's a place I'd like to take you
Behind strong walls and tall towers
A place where you can wake and know all is right
With warm sun and beautiful moon
The light playing against the tree you slept under
Their old roots deep and strong
Their green leaves a veil of protection
Flowery scents caught on the wind invigorating and inspired
And mixed with the smell of the sea
Its salt heavy in the air
The sound of distant tides against sandy beaches
Warm to touch and glittering gold and silver with white and green foam
And the ocean a blue deeper than the night sky
With its infinite stars sending twinkling light
As the aroma of pine and apple wood fill the air
And the burning logs give their own light and warmth
Even against the cool evening breeze
Flames dancing
Their shadows like puppets on the moon-washed sand
The embers calling farewell as the scent of flowers draws you back to sleep.
There's a place I'd like to take you...

probably because the lightbulb would crack if kept under such cold for so long, but i dont know, i can only assume theres a reason

RAWWR!  Lemon polka-dots and accordion blues (: