writing without no intention of malice
sharing without thinking, on my way past dallas

to know that there is a pain, a real pain
to continue on, through the rain

to open up, not thinking about the other
like the anger, that you feel for your mother

touching someone where their heart is hurt
adding to it by the things said, maybe a flirt

intended it was not
anger and hurt still burning hot

to hang your head, to feel the pain
to look into her eyes, at the falling of the rain

why say something that might feel wrong?
just to say something that brings about a silence, so very long

the mouth spurts so many hurtful things,
like a mind that dwells on, what the devil brings

malice not intended
but thoughts still unattended

sad for the ignorance
depressed at the sight of her countanace

May U Live 2 See The Dawn

"I would burn for you, feel pain for you. I would twist a knife and bleed my aching heart. To know that your mine."

Well I made it there and I'm back and alive in one piece. Still wasn't one of the most exciting experiences I've had in life, but you do what you have to do, to put food on the table.

Before, I got on the plane to Houston, I decided that I would stop at the airport bar and have a drink or two, to give me a little liquid courage. I was about 1 1/2 hours early (like that wasn't intentional) so I had time. So here, I go, I still up there at the bar and the bartender asks me what I want, so I got a draft beer. $5.75! Five dollars and seventy-five cents for a pint glass of draft beer! Damn! I still had four beers before I even got on the plane. I had a buzz of courage by the time that I got to the gate. Well when I got down there, I still had another 10 minutes or so until they were going to board! And guess what? There was another small bar right across from my gate! Wahoo! So I got another beer before I walked over to the gate.

They finally started to board and the panic started to set in. I was walking down the tunnel (you know the thing that connects you to the plane) and felt like I was walking into my own grave. I know it may sound irrational, but being 20,000 feet in the air sounds irrational to me.

Anyway, it was a small Continental Express plane, about a 50 seat-er. I was sitting in the very first seat, all by myself. But the upside to that is I was sitting right by the female flight attendant/stewardess (don't know which term is correct PC) and, brace yourselves, she was a fishnet stocking wearer! Wow! Not many of them left. 8-) (Side note -- buy fishnet stockings for mother's day.)

The flight there was pretty uneventful. Of course this flight didn't serve alcohol, so I was glad that I got pretty liquored up before I got on the plane. I plug my earphones into my ears, and with the help of James Blunt, Pink Floyd and Prince, I managed to keep my mind of where I was.

Got to the Houston airport, alive and well.

Without getting really boring with what I went to Houston for, I will try to share with you one experience I thought was very, ummm, cultural.

I went to the OTC (Offshore Technology Conference), it's a big meeting and representation of companies around the world, that are involved in any way with the surveying, extraction, storage, and sales of oil or natural gas. Well there are people from all countries around the world. The Reliant Center, where it is held is like friggin HUGE! Well anyway, I'm wandering around looking at the other exhibitors, and I come to this pavilion, where there are two oriental women (found out later they were Korean) in their ummm "native" (as I forget the term the woman used) formal dresses. It was amazing. I watched from a ways, but wanted to go up and compliment them, but was nervous for some reason (wasn't like I was asking them on a date). So finally I stumbled over there, and was looking at their exhibits, and one of the ladies (I know what it was, they were very beautiful women, and well that intimidates me) comes over to talk to me. First thing I did? Don't know what made me think of it, but BAM! I took my hat off and you know did a head bow kinda thing. And I'm thinking, what the hell was that? Don't do anything to offend! Anyways, I talked to her for a bit about the business and then complimented her and her companion on their attire. That is when she told me that they were a Korean woman's formal attire (if I'm wording it correctly, Miss Springmoon, might have to correct me). I stood there for a minute, like a jackass without saying anything (hope I wasn't staring) and then bid her good day and left.

That was my experience. After the show the rest of the evening involved large amounts of beer and bourbon and coke, and looking after my boss, so he didn't try to drive back to the hotel.

Well we did finally get back to the hotel, and damn! The Drake Hotel. Uppppppper class. I mean damn, I'm glad I wasn't paying for that room. I mean they had a mini-bar and everything. Hell I've never been able to afford a hotel that has a mini-bar in the room. So I called my boss (as he was attending another party in the hotel) and told him I had a key to the mini-bar. And he said, well why do you think I had them give you one. So I clean out the mini-bar (except for the Corona, yuck).

The flight back however was not so fun. By the time that I finally got to leave and get a cab back to the airport, go through security, and find my gate (as the international airport in Houston makes Oklahoma's look like a crop duster's port) they were only a few minutes to boarding. So no liquid courage.

As scared as I was, I still got on, and I made it back here alive. But no stewardess with fishnet stockings this time. 8-(

That's all I have. Going to catch up on ya'lls posts. Take care.

May U Live 2 See The Dawn

"Richard? Whose your favorite Little Rascal? Alfalfa? Or is it Spanky? Sinner."

Well, here I go . . .

Getting ready to leave for my plane flight.

Hope to see ya'll when I get back. Ohh what am I worried about, I'll just hit up the airport bar before I leave.

See ya'll tommarrow sometime.

Love ya Noogie. Be good for mommy Marc!

Peace out . . .

Please stand by, for the following pictures of the Barracuda . . .

Full Body . . .


Teeth . . .


Another full body . . .



I have no marine knowledge whatsoever, but for some reason the barracuda strikes me as the "abusive, dominant" male of the sea world. Don't really know why, just kind of a weird thing. Maybe it it is the elongated body, with the teeth at the wrong end. I dunno. Maybe I am trying to make something "deep" ( lol get it deep) out of nothing.

But here I am with nothing better to do than drink burbon and coke and look into something that is not really there.

Tell me what you think, about my drunken ramblings.

May U Live 2 See The Dawn

"It's alright, I understand. Why trust a shark, right?"

A good example of the sexual explicit and freedom that were enjoyed within Prince's musical genius. Of course there would be so many examples that this post could test the limits of how long a page can be on Mr. Pioneer's blogstream.

Not afraid, as in the spiders, this man is a great fan of the music of Prince.

Enjoy.

Gett Off
Prince

How can I put this in a way so as not 2 offend or unnerve?
But there's a rumor goin' all around that U ain't been gettin' served
They say that U ain't "U know what" in, baby, who knows how long
It's hard 4 me 2 say what's right when all I wanna do is wrong

CHORUS:
Gett off - 23 positions in a one night stand
Gett off - I'll only call U after if U say I can
Gett off - Let a woman be a woman and a man be a man
Gett off - If U want 2, baby, here I am

(Here I am)

I clocked the jizz from a friend of yours named Vanessa Bet (Bet)
She said U told her a fantasy that got her all wet (Wet)
Something about a little box with a mirror and a tongue inside (Yeah)
What she told me then got me so hot, I knew that we could slide (Ooh)

CHORUS
(Come on)

Gett off
1 2 3
Naw, little cutie, I ain't drinkin'
But scope this, I was just thinkin'
U + me, what a ride
If U was thinkin' the same, we could continue outside
Lay your pretty body against the parkin' meter
Strip your dress down like I was strippin' a Peter Paul's Almond Joy
Lemme show U, baby, I'm a talented boy

(Oh yeah)
Club mix
Everybody grab a body
Pump it like U want somebody
Gett off

Everything about U just screams of a real sexy affair (Ooh yeah)
The nasty way U walk, the way U flip your hair (U know it, poppa)
Babygirl, I'm all veins when I'm scopin' that body rare (Oh, stop it)
Betcha I'ma pack a lunch and spend a while there, ohh

CHORUS
(Can we?)

I'm gonna kiss in U front of everybody, I don't care
That's right, I pulled your dress up
Shit, U ain't got no underwear on
I shoulda known, I shoulda known
Butterscotch curly hair, I wish U had some drawers on now
Stone freak 2 the bone
I can't believe it, we're going home

Everybody grab a body, pump it like U want somebody {x2}

So here we, so here we
So here we are, here we are in my paisley crib
What cha want 2 eat? (Ribs!)
Naw Toy, I don't serve ribs
U better be happy that dress is still on
I heard the rip when U sat down
Honey, them hips is gone
But that's alright, I clock 'em that way
Remind me of somethin' James used 2 say
"I like 'em fat, I like 'em proud
U got 2 have a mother 4 me"
Now move your big ass 'round this way
So I can work on that zipper, baby
2night U're a star and I'm the Big Dipper
Na, na, na, na

Everybody grab a body, pump it like U want somebody (Gett off) {x2}
Ooh, I think I like it with the dress half on
I'll zip it far enough 2 see the crack'o'dawn
Don't worry about the bust, I'm gonna lock up every door
Then we can do it in the kitchen on the floor
Or in the bathroom standing on the tub and holding on the rod
U're in the closet underneath the clothes and...oh my God!
In the bedroom on the dresser with your feet on the drawers
In the pantry on the shelf, I guaranteed U won't be bored
The pool table, yeah, move the sticks
And put the 8-ball where it's sure 2 stick
Dudley do no wrong 2night if Nell just let him kick it

(Kick it)

How can I put this in a way so as not 2 offend or unnerve?
But there's a rumor goin' all around that U ain't been gettin' served
They say that U ain't "U know what" in, baby, who knows how long
It's hard 4 me 2 say what's right when all I wanna do is wrong

CHORUS
(Come on)

(Gett off) {repeat till end}



May U Live 2 See The Dawn

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