And it's me who is my enemy. Me who beats me up.
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My owner thinks I'm not for sale, but everyone is for sale here on HP! :P
Sigh. Try double clicking on the video. For some reason Universal Music doesn't want to let it be embedded. James "CYBER DILDO"
- 15 years, 3 months ago
Sigh. So many hours spent here. So many times...good and bad. But mostly good. So many people who have come and gone. And I think it's time for me to turn out the light, too.
So many experiences: all the ups and downs. I find it amazing the satisfaction that could be had through click an icon and giving a person "10 points". Such a strange concept. 10 points. All the drama in and out of herds. Messages passed back and forth in secret. So many people, but I'll not name them. You know who you are. And I don't want to leave anyone out which I invarably would if I tried to search my memory for each and every one of you!
I may have just known you in a brief passing with a few comments sent back and forth or I may have spoken more than I probaly should have. I may have said words I regret and I may regret words I didn't say, but each of your has a place in my heart. Not just for today, but for all time. :)
I'm still around and easily accessible on FB or at james.matsusaka@gmail.com. I'll be expecting gifts and kind words on my birthday in April. So, for old times, for everyone who comes to this page in the future...here's to you!
The Best of Times-Styx
(Yes, I needed one last oldie for someone in Singapore)
This is saying goodbye. James "CYBER DILDO"
- 15 years, 3 months ago
Eden-10000 Maniacs
We are the roses in the garden, beauty with thorns among our leaves. To pick a rose you ask your hands to bleed. What is the reason for having roses when your blood is shed carelessly? It must be for something more than vanity.
Believe me, the truth is we're not honest, not the people that we dream. We're not as close as we could be. Willing to grow but rains are shallow. Barren and wind-scattered seed on stone and dry land, we will be. Waiting for the light arisen to flood inside the prison. And in that time kind words alone will teach us, no bitterness will reach us. Reason will be guided another way.
All in time, but the clock is another demon that devours our time in Eden, in our Paradise. Will our eyes see well beneath us, flowers all divine? Is there still time? If we wake and discover in life a precious love, will that waking become more heavenly?
Hmmm. Still not on here much. Thinking this may be more of a permanent vacation. Feel free to add me on FB. I'm more active there. :) James "CYBER DILDO"
- 15 years, 4 months, 3 days ago
