Well i have once again joined the search for the dark tower with Roland and his Kia. I started reading these books to see if King was as good as the hype around him. I must say he is much better then i thought he would be.

The damn wheel keeps weaving. Yet again i am reading path of daggers, suffering through it at the moment. I swear Jordan should have laid this dog down long ago. It was a great series tell book 5 i beleave it was. then i do beleave Jordan channeled abit to much of the male side and sent himself over the deep end.

As for life.. I will let you know when i do start living it =+].

Flogging Molly - The Sun Never Shines


I saw her there from afar
Her hair grey charcoal
Takes a drag from her tar
I kissed her a smile
But her blood red shot eye
Said the son never shines on closed doors

It's been eight long years since I saw
The woman who's labored
Since the day I was born
These wrinkles now face
To that cold dark damp place
Where the son never shines on closed doors

She said the son never shines on closed doors
I open to find only hurricanes blow
Take me away back to the green fields of May
Because the son never shines on closed doors

Death comes like a thief in the night
To steal while you sleep
The soul's flickering light
Well maybe it's then
She said, I'll see you again
Because the son never shines on closed doors

She said the son never shines on closed doors
I open to find only hurricanes blow
Take me away back to the green fields of May
Because the son never shines on closed doors

And we all go the same way home
Yeah we all go the same way home

Childe Roland to the Dark Tower Came
Robert Browning

I asked one draught of earleir, happies sights,
Ere fitly I could hope to play my part.
Think first, fight afterwards- the soldier's art:
One taste of old time sets all to rights!

honor. is there such a thing? i look around and see a world of trash. a place where people will spit on a solder for serving his country. will show no respect to a cop that is just trying to make are streets a safe place. i know i cant say i am honorable eather. i can be just as greedy and lodsom as the next person. but i know deep down honor is a real thing. it is what i see when i look at my father and his father. they may not see it but it is there. i beleave honor is real and importent to me tell the day i deside it is not. then i become a peace of garbage.

Flogging Molly Lyrics

Black Friday Rule

I want to believe in myself once again
So I dream of a man whose hopes never end
To kiss with a girl who’s as lovely as you
I’d give you my heart, if you gave me the truth

And for every tear that is lost from an eye
I’d dig me a well where no man could destroy
I want to believe in a freedom that’s bold
But all I remember is the freedom of old

Well I lost me a wife, so I found me a plane
Flew all the way to California
This mess in my head is a mess getting out
Ya drink too much coffee, I drink too much stout

But after a while, when my mouth’s not so dry
I’ll dance up a storm, sure life’s looking fine
But as darkness falls, I return to my bed
Don’t ask me more questions, don’t fuck with my head

I’ve been down in this world, down and almost broken
Like thousands of people, left standing in their shoe
I’ve been down in this world, down and almost broken
As thousands they grieve, as the Black Friday rule

The buildings they shake but my heart it beats still
Oh mother of Jesus, I feel pretty ill
I want to go home where my feet both feel safe
But there ain’t no jobs in the old free state

So I must remain in my new adopted land
I’m doing the best, Hell I’m doin’ all I can
So next time you see me, don’t ask for my name
For I am the King and sure long may I reign

I’ve been down in this world, down and almost broken
Like thousands of people, left standing in their shoe
I’ve been down in this world, down and almost broken
As thousands they grieve, as the Black Friday rule

I’ve been down in this world, down and almost broken
Like thousands of people, left standing in their shoe
I’ve been down in this world, down and almost broken
As thousands they grieve, as the Black Friday rule

well this might be over the tope but, how will i go on with out gaming as i know it? 

that is right the safe haven of the gamers here in lubbock is closing. more people would say ohwell tuff luck, but it was more then a shop to the people that visited it daily (ok none of us would say this to eachother but that is because we are all guys). there was a feel to that place, like we where all in it together. that even with all the name calling, whining and backstabbing (which comes with any face to face gaming) that we where comrads.

well anyway now i have boxes and boxes of figures that will just stair at me and cry out for the blood of there enemies.

Limo Wreck
by soundgarden


Tears of the feeble
Hands of the slaves
Skin of the mothers
Mouths of the babes
Building the towers
Belongs to the sky
When the whole thing
Comes crashing down
Don't ask me why

Under the shelf
The shelf of the sky
Two eyes, two suns
Too heavenly blinds
Swallowing rivers
Belongs to the sea
When the whole thing washes away
Don't run to me

I'll be going down
For the rest of the slide
While the rest of you
Harvest the gold

And the wreck of you
Is the death of you all
And the wreck of you
Is the break
And the fall
I'm the wreck of you
I'm the death of you all
I'm the wreck of you
I'm the break and the fall
Under the red
Break of the lights
Heroes in stretches
Inch to the site
Blowing the pieces
Belong to the wind
When the whole thing
Blows away
I won't pretend

I'll be going down
For the rest of the slide
While the rest of you
Harvest the souls

And the wreck of you
Is the death of you all
And the wreck of you
Is the break
And the fall
I'm the wreck of you
I'm the death of you all
I'm the wreck of you
I'm the break and the fall

Behind the blood red break of the lights
Lies the wreck of you for the rest of your life

And the wreck of you
Is the death of you all
And the wreck of you
Is the break
And the fall
I'm the wreck of you
I'm the death of you all
I'm the wreck of you
I'm the break and the fall

"i pray that the world never runs out of dragons. i say that in all sencerity, though i have played a part in the death of one great wyrm. for the dragon is the quintessential enemy, the greatest foe, the unconquerable epitome of devastation. the dragon, above all other creatures, even the demons and devils, evokes images of our imagination."
"for what are we left with if there remains no mystery? what hope might find if we know all the answers?
no, i would not want to live in a world without dragons, as i would not want to live in a world without magic, for that is a world without mystery, and taht is a world without faith."

pg 383 of Streams of Silver by r.a. salvatore

I'll Fall With Your Knife

To the crowd
To the world
You were so dry
And with the token bird I made
Send it to fly right to your side
With the broken wing you sailed
Oh like winter in July
A barren river wide
I'll pray for the flood
To wash on you
It's here I'll be with you

Well if the birds can reach the sky
To this land I'll be with you
'Til the sun bursts from your side
With my hands I reach to you
When you think your chance is passing by
When you blow your moon away
I'll bleed like the reed
Fall with your knife
It's here I'll be with you

I'll fall

by peter murphy

THE DAY I TRIED TO LIVE
I woke the same as any other day
Except a voice was in my head
It said seize the day, pull the trigger
Drop the blade, and watch the rolling heads

The day I tried to live
I stole a thousand beggar's change
And gave it to the rich

The day I tried to win
I dangled from the power lines
And let the martyrs stretch
Singing

One more time around might do it
One more time around might make it
One more time around might do it
One more time around
The day I tried to live

Words you say never seem
To live up to the ones inside your head
The lives we make never seem
To ever get us anywhere but dead

The day I tried to live
I wallowed in the blood and mud with
All the other pigs

I woke the same as any other day you know
I should have stayed in bed

The day I tried to win
I wallowed in the blood and mud with
All the other pigs

And I learned that I was a liar
Just like you

Flogging Molly Lyrics

Drunken Lullabies

Must it take a life for hateful eyes
To glisten once again
Cause we find ourselves in the same old mess
Singin' drunken lullabies

Ah, but maybe it`s the way you were taught
Or maybe it`s the way we fought
But a smile never grins without tears to begin
For each kiss is a cry we all lost
Though there is nothing left to gain
But for the banshee that stole the grave
Cause we find ourselves in the same old mess
Singin' drunken lullabies

I sit in and dwell on faces past
Like memories seem to fade
No colour left but black and white
And soon will all turn grey
But may these shadows rise to walk again
With lessons truly learnt
When the blossom flowers in each our hearts
Shall beat a new found flame

Flogging Molly Lyrics

Drunken Lullabies

Must it take a life for hatful eyes
To glisten once again
Five hundred years like Gelignite
Have blown us all to hell
What savior rests while on his cross we die
Has the Shepard led his lambs astray
to the bigot and the gun

Must it take a life for hateful eyes
To glisten once again
Cause we find ourselves in the same old mess
Singin' drunken lullabies

I watch and stare as Rosin's eyes
Turn a darker shade of red
And the bullet with this sniper lie
In their bloody gutless cell
Must we starve on crumbs from long ago
Through these bars of men made steel
Is it a great or little thing we fought
Knelt the conscience blessed to kill

days of sorrow fade away
will just come back to hurt me another day
days of joy i know so few
just the ones i have spent with you

A man without a clue, in a war without a name,
No battle ever fought reared any fortune or fame.
Weaponless he stands, no one left at his side,
They've taken all he's had and now they want his pride.

His shallow wounds sting deep, his Family's demise,
A sword grazes his arm, he stifles back his cries.
A powerful blow he lands, a crushed skull strikes the ground,
He charges down the hill, the captain's tent he's bound.

A cloudy sky above, a blood soaked ground below,
Another skull he cracks, an archer fires low.
The shaft within his leg, fills his mind with pian,
His bloodlust urges on because the warrior's insane.

He barrels past the Guards, His fate's asleep inside,
A snapped neck end all grief, His nemesis has died.
His war is now complete, He cannot battle on,
A metal wound does land, the warrior is gone.

No One sheds a tear for the warrior thats' lost,
He's a casualty of war that has paid his final cost.
His spirits laid to rest, His vengeance has been done,
His war is now complete, the warrior has won.

well a other morning of waking and fighting sleep. oh wait... its the week end *does a silly dance and falls down.* i can go back to sleep