so the blog hit 4000 err..hits. curious much?
i also went to the hills. it was nice. you would have liked it.
coming to the title of the blog then, here's the ugly truth. no it ain't because of their fabulous strength, majestic beauty, the obvious phallic symbol (duh) sticking out of their head or the sparkles shooting orifices. It is because they are only tamable by..wait for it..virgins. Hah! Their purity renders the beast all weak kneed and submissive, akin to->So there you have it. The whole taming the savage male syndrome all over o_O. Alas, ze innocent girlies seem to enjoy the illusion of control more than control itself. On a not so unrelated note, here's what Kumar john berger has to say - Men dream of women, women dream of themselves being dreamt of :)
welcome.
My lyrics for today come from one of my fav songs from back in the day, as also my first song on ze black and white keys:
You fill up my senses
like a night in the forest
like the mountains in springtime,
like a walk in the rain
like a storm in the desert,
like a sleepy blue ocean
you fill up my senses,
come fill me again.
Come let me love you,
let me give my life to you
let me drown in your laughter,
let me die in your arms
let me lay down beside you,
let me always be with you
come let me love you,
come love me again.
like a night in the forest
like the mountains in springtime,
like a walk in the rain
like a storm in the desert,
like a sleepy blue ocean
you fill up my senses,
come fill me again.
Come let me love you,
let me give my life to you
let me drown in your laughter,
let me die in your arms
let me lay down beside you,
let me always be with you
come let me love you,
come love me again.
Dh
p.s. the following information will change your life. or not.
At one point, you will honestly believe that you have unriddled THE puzzle. You will have your own little January 6 moment, where you understand yourself, know what you want to do with your life and figure everyone else out. Exactly two years later, you'll scrap all of your old, childish assumptions in favor of your current, brilliant hypothesis. "Man, I was an idiot two years ago when I thought I had life figured out, but now I've REALLY got it figured out." You'll calm down a little bit and look back on your youthful ignorance and laugh. "How could I think life was all about [X] when it's CLEARLY all about [Y]?!" Fact is, you'll repeat this process every two years. For the rest of your life. Which means that whatever you say right now, you're probably an idiot anyway.
At one point, you will honestly believe that you have unriddled THE puzzle. You will have your own little January 6 moment, where you understand yourself, know what you want to do with your life and figure everyone else out. Exactly two years later, you'll scrap all of your old, childish assumptions in favor of your current, brilliant hypothesis. "Man, I was an idiot two years ago when I thought I had life figured out, but now I've REALLY got it figured out." You'll calm down a little bit and look back on your youthful ignorance and laugh. "How could I think life was all about [X] when it's CLEARLY all about [Y]?!" Fact is, you'll repeat this process every two years. For the rest of your life. Which means that whatever you say right now, you're probably an idiot anyway.
Tee hee.
Meh.
