I've loved everyone
Mr. Force
But I've loved only one

And I 'm cold and can't go right out there
Can you do the wilderness hustle?
Can you do my tribal shake down?

I've done everything
Mr. Force
But I've loved only one

It's far too in
It's far too inside
Can you do the wilderness hustle?
can you do my tribal shake down?

TAKE IT!
DOWN
Down
Down

I guess I just wasn't made for these times.

"Do things ever just drive you mad?" Cale asked.

"Well what do you mean by that?" Melinda asked, finishing up the last tastes of her tea.

"I mean... here's an example. Like, the other day I see this guy in some real strange get up. I can't even describe it but the way he was wearing his clothes just really worked me up. Worked me up real bad, I mean I could have hit the guy. I've never met him, spoken to him, nothin'. But at that point I could have just smacked him." He steamed, " I dunno, It's just lately... the tiniest things will really kill me. Do you get that at all?"

"I think I know what you are talking about," Melinda said. Her attention had been taken away from the remains of tea leaves in her mug to Cale's eyes. "But its times I see pictures of a deer drinking from a creek, Or a boat on a river that make me feel like its okay and I'm not abnormal. There are some beauties that can't be described through art or anything else that trite. Its times like those I'm pretty sure I'll never die."

They stepped outside to wait for the bus. To this day they will tell you they had never waited for a bus that long.

The hair on my head is painfully receding
In my mind
It will take me a long time to get young
but It's something I'm determined to do.

Gotta stay above the water
gotta get young
gotta learn to walk

This is the way to share your face
this is the way to share your food
this is how to write a blog.