Broken

Yeah, I've been there.

Wonderful opportunity to recreate yourself.
 
Damn. I drank a pint of scotch. I am going out. I don't give a shit. Someone tell me I should give a shit?

I got a lot of money. I don't care. It's just money.
 
You called? :)
I think we have all been
or felt broken.

:rose:
 
Broken? Need to be fixed? May I kiss it and make it all better?


pet
 
I really hope he didn't get mugged again. He's certainly going on alot about his money.

I love ya' too Riff. And I *really* do mean that. The only way a person can love another through the use of a public board.

Take care of yourself.
 
Put on "Remain in Light," man. That always helps me. Or send a PM if you wanna....

~M

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Crosseyed and Painless
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Lost my shape-Trying to act casual!
Can't stop-I might end up in the hospital
I'm changing my shape-I feel like an accident
They're back!-To explain their experience

Isn't it weird/Looks too obscure to me
Wasting away/And that was their policy

I'm ready to leave-I push the fact in front of me
Facts lost-Facts are never what they seem to be
Nothing there!-No information left of any kind
Lifting my head-Looking for danger signs

There was a line/There was a formula
Sharp as a knife/Facts cut a hole in us
There was a line/There was a forula
Sharp as a knife/Facts cut a hole in us

I'm still waiting...I'm still waiting...I'm still waiting...
I'm still waiting...I'm still waiting...I'm still waiting...
I'm still waiting...I'm still waiting...

The feeling returns/Whenever we close out eyes
Lifting my head/looking around inside

The island of doubt-It's like the taste of medicine
Working by hindsight-Got the message from the oxygen
Making a list-Find the cost of opportunity
Doing it right-Facts are useless in emergencies

The feeling returns/Whenever we close out eyes
Lifting my head/Looking around inside.

Facts are simple and facts are straight
Facts are lazy and facts are late
Facts all come with points of view
Facts don't do what I want them to
Facts just twist the truth around
Facts are living turned inside out
Facts are getting the best of them
Facts are nothing on the face of things
Facts don't stain the furniture
Facts go out and slam the door
Facts are written all over your face
Facts continue to change their shape

I'm still waiting...I'm still waiting...I'm still waiting...
I'm still waiting...I'm still waiting...I'm still waiting...
I'm still waiting...I'm still waiting...
 
*hugs*

Hey You!
Pink Floyd

Hey you! out there in the cold
Getting lonely, getting old, can you feel me?
Hey you! standing in the aisles
With itchy feet and fading smiles, can you feel me?
Hey you! don't help them to bury the light
Don't give in without a fight.

Hey you! out there on your own
Sitting naked by the phone, would you touch me?
Hey you! with your ear against the wall
Waiting for someone to call out, would you touch me?
Hey you! would you help me to carry the stone?
Open your heart, I'm coming home

But it was only fantasy
The Wall was too high, as you can see
No matter how he tried he could not break free
And the worms ate into his brain.

Hey you! out there on the road
Always doing what you're told, can you help me?
Hey you! out there beyond the wall
Breaking bottles in the hall, can you help me?
Hey you! don't tell me there's no hope at all
Together we stand, divided we fall
 
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