Beautiful Nonsense

Ramblings and musings from no one in particular.

Oh...and pretty pictures...
Dec 18
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I dreamt I saw you walking up a hillside in the snowCasting shadows on the winter sky as you stood there counting crowsOne for sorrowTwo for joyThree for girls and four for boysFive for silverSix for gold andSeven for a secret never to be toldThere’s a bird that nests inside youSleeping underneath your skinWhen you open up your wings to speakI wish you’d let me inAll your life is such a shameAll your love is just a dreamOpen up your eyesYou can see the flamesof your wasted lifeYou should be ashamedYou don’t want to waste your life— selected verses from “A Murder of One” by the Counting Crows

I dreamt I saw you walking up a hillside in the snow
Casting shadows on the winter sky as you stood there counting crows
One for sorrow
Two for joy
Three for girls and four for boys
Five for silver
Six for gold and
Seven for a secret never to be told

There’s a bird that nests inside you
Sleeping underneath your skin
When you open up your wings to speak
I wish you’d let me in

All your life is such a shame
All your love is just a dream
Open up your eyes
You can see the flames
of your wasted life
You should be ashamed

You don’t want to waste your life

— selected verses from “A Murder of One” by the Counting Crows

Dec 13
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“ What is flirtatiousness but an argument that life must go on and on and on?
— Kurt Vonnegut, Jailbird
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In the twilight of their career, horses graze at the Thorougbred Retirement Farm in Lexington, Kentucky.

In the twilight of their career, horses graze at the Thorougbred Retirement Farm in Lexington, Kentucky.

Dec 05
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you woke up screaming aloud a prayer from your secret god you feed off our fears and hold back your tears give us a tantrum and a know it all grin just when we need one when the evening’s thin oh you’re a beautiful a beautiful fucked up man you’re setting up your razor wire shrine cause you’re working building a mystery holding on and holding it in yeah you’re working building a mystery and choosing so carefullySelected verses from “Building A Mystery”, by Sara McLachlan.

you woke up screaming aloud
a prayer from your secret god
you feed off our fears
and hold back your tears

give us a tantrum
and a know it all grin
just when we need one
when the evening’s thin

oh you’re a beautiful
a beautiful fucked up man
you’re setting up your
razor wire shrine

cause you’re working
building a mystery
holding on and holding it in
yeah you’re working
building a mystery
and choosing so carefully

Selected verses from “Building A Mystery”, by Sara McLachlan.

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“ We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful what we pretend to be.
— Kurt Vonnegut
Dec 03
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For those of you who follow my Flickr photostream, you know that August 15, 2007 my wife Kerri (on the left) received a kidney transplant from our friend Amy (on the right). Kerri and I constantly wonder how we are ever going to repay such a selfless gift. My wife is alive and healthy today because of her. And now, the ladies have a message for everyone out there.

For those of you who follow my Flickr photostream, you know that August 15, 2007 my wife Kerri (on the left) received a kidney transplant from our friend Amy (on the right). Kerri and I constantly wonder how we are ever going to repay such a selfless gift. My wife is alive and healthy today because of her.

And now, the ladies have a message for everyone out there.

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Even though it seemed like a good idea three days ago when she started drinking, it turns out the solutions to one’s problems are rarely found at the bottom of a bottle of Evan Williams.

Even though it seemed like a good idea three days ago when she started drinking, it turns out the solutions to one’s problems are rarely found at the bottom of a bottle of Evan Williams.

Dec 02
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“ Time is liquid. One moment is no more important than any other and all moments quickly run away.
— Kurt Vonnegut, Bluebeard
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Blackbird singing in the dead of nightTake these broken wings and learn to flyAll your lifeYou were only waiting for this moment to ariseBlackbird fly, Blackbird flyInto the light of the dark black night.Black bird singing in the dead of nightTake these sunken eyes and learn to seeAll your lifeYou were only waiting for this moment to be freeBlackbird fly, Blackbird flyInto the light of the dark black night.Blackbird singing in the dead of nightTake these broken wings and learn to flyAll your lifeYou were only waiting for this moment to arise- Paul McCartney and John Lennon

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise

Blackbird fly, Blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.

Black bird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to be free

Blackbird fly, Blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise

- Paul McCartney and John Lennon