A Fable-

Once upon a time a tiny bird was going to fly south for the winter. Before long he got so cold his little wings froze, and he fell in a pasture. A cow walked up to the bird and crapped on him. Now the bird began to thaw out and was warm and happy, so he began to sing. A cat heard the bird singing and went over to investigate. The cat wiped the manure off of the bird and promply ate him.
The moral of this story is:
1. Those who crap on you may not necessarily be your enemy.
2. Those who get you out of crap may not necessarily be your friend.
3. When you are warm and happy ina pile of crap, keep your mouth shut!
Unknown "Minerva" Festive - 16 years, 8 months, 1 day ago

~Wasted Youth~

I remember everything!
I remember everything little thing, as if it happened yesterday
I was barely seventeen, and I once killed a boy with a fender guitar
I dont remember if it was a telecaster or a stratocaster
But I do remember that it had a heart of chrome, and a voice like a horny angel
I dont remember if it was a telecaster or a stratocaster
But I do remember that it wasnt at all easy

It required the perfect combanation of the right power chords
And the percise angel from which to strike!

The guitar bled for about a week afterwords
And the blood was zoot, dark and rich, like wild berrys
The blood of the guitar was chuck berry red
The guitar bled for about a week afterwords
But it rung out beautifly
And I was able to play notes that I had never even heard before

So I took my guitar
And I smashed it aganist the wall
I smashed it aganist the floor
I smashed it aganist the body of a varisty cheerleader
Smashed it aganist the hood of a car
Smasned it aganist a 1981 harley-davaidson
The harley howled in pain
The guitar howled in heat

And I ran up the stairs to my parents bedroom
Mommy and daddy were sleeping in the moonlight
Slowly I opened the door
Creeping in the shadows right up to the foot of their bed
I raised the guitar high above my head
And just as I was about to bring the guitar crashing down upon the center of the bed
My father woke up, screaming stop!
Wait a minute. stop it boy. what do you think your doing?
Thats no way to treat an expensive musical instrument
And I said, God damn it daddy,
You know I love you, but youve got a hell of a lot to learn about rock n roll

Wasted Youth written by Jim Steinman
Unknown "Minerva" Festive - 16 years, 8 months, 3 days ago

Don't expect the expected.
Expect the unexpected.
If you expect the expected
I expect you will remain unexpected.


(from Lost in a Good Book by Jasper FForde)
Unknown "Minerva" Festive - 16 years, 8 months, 3 days ago