Call Me Deacon Blues

if you're only going to be here for another day or two, there will be no languishing on the back pages!

and since it's yet another Fucking Friday, let's bring this forward for further drooling...

edit: so I'm lost in the space/time continuum.... Friday on the other side of the international dateline?! HA I really like the pic, so it stays...

See, and I figured you knew I'm taking tomorrow off, so it's basically Friday. Fucking Friday.

I called my very first thread the page five thread. Back pages are my home.

Thanks for the bump.
 
Thinkin' 'bout the times you drove in my car
Thinkin' that I might have drove you too far
And I'm thinkin' 'bout the love that you laid on my table

I told you not to wander 'round in the dark
I told you 'bout the swans that they live in the park
Then I told you 'bout our kid, now he's married to Mabel

Yes, I told you that the light goes up and down
Don't you notice how the wheel goes 'round?
And you'd better pick yourself up from the ground
Before they bring the curtain down
Yes, before they bring the curtain down, woo-ooh

Get up, get up, get up
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Talkin' 'bout a girl that looks quite like you
She didn't have the time to wait in the queue
She cried away her life since she fell off the cradle
 
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Expanding man or not, you're still fucking hot.

The thing for me is, pounds up or down, theres an aura about you in your photos thats appealing. You come across as strong and prideful yet vulnerable at times.

Or maybe thats a fantasy I'm projecting onto you...either way I'm still gonna keep looking. :cattail:
 
Expanding man or not, you're still fucking hot.

The thing for me is, pounds up or down, theres an aura about you in your photos thats appealing. You come across as strong and prideful yet vulnerable at times.

Or maybe thats a fantasy I'm projecting onto you...either way I'm still gonna keep looking. :cattail:

Thank you for this post. I appreciate it greatly.

And you may be spot on in your analysis. Like a fortune cookie.

:)
 
Allow me to post a larger version of my av.
 
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Thank you for this post. I appreciate it greatly.

And you may be spot on in your analysis. Like a fortune cookie.

:)

Well, perfect...thank you.

This comment is like fuel to the fire ;D

Allow me to post a larger version of my av.

Sad that I missed this. I'll have to use my imagination.

Or some uberstalker type tools to enhance your av ;D
 
Well, perfect...thank you.

This comment is like fuel to the fire ;D



Sad that I missed this. I'll have to use my imagination.

Or some uberstalker type tools to enhance your av ;D

Oh shit, just saw uberstalker Web site.

Who knew?
 
Did you call for the night porter?
You smell the blood running warm
I stay close to this frozen border, so close I can hit it with a stone
Now something crawls right up my spine
That I always got to follow
Turn out the lights
Don't see me drawn and hollow
Just blood running warm
No one needs to tell you that
There's no use for ya here anymore
And where are your friends?
They've gone away
It's a different world, they left you to this
To janitor
The emptiness
So let's get it on
When the sun is finally going down, and you're overdue to follow
But you're still above the ground
What ya got comin' is hard to swallow
Like blood running warm
Did they call for the night porter
And smell the blood, blood running warm
Well I've been waitin' at this frozen border, so close you could hit it with a stone
 
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Yeah, the rain came independence day
With an old flag, washed and raised
And the child sang, all fall down
No one heard it, not a sound
Yeah the rain came turning gray
And the jury went out to play
Doesn't matter someone said
There's tomorrow, go to bed

(I be happy)
No drama, no trauma, down in the jungle, down in decay
(I be happy)
Getting over, getting older, something is different, something is changed

In the jungle where the beat is strong
Nothing's shocking, loud is long
Like the middle of a dream
I was woken when I screamed
I could never go back to that old prison of my youth
Move forward, someone said, you can make it
Watch your head
 
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Yeah, the rain came independence day
With an old flag, washed and raised
And the child sang, all fall down
No one heard it, not a sound
Yeah the rain came turning gray
And the jury went out to play
Doesn't matter someone said
There's tomorrow, go to bed

(I be happy)
No drama, no trauma, down in the jungle, down in decay
(I be happy)
Getting over, getting older, something is different, something is changed

In the jungle where the beat is strong
Nothing's shocking, loud is long
Like the middle of a dream
I was woken when I screamed
I could never go back to that old prison of my youth
Move forward, someone said, you can make it
Watch your head

Belt pictures?! Today must be a good day.
 
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