You ask me if I love you
And I choke on my reply
I'd rather hurt you honestly
Than mislead you with a lie
And who am I to judge you
On what you say or do?
I'm only just beginning to see the real you

And sometimes when we touch
The honesty's too much
And I have to close my eyes and hide
I wanna hold you til I die
Til we both break down and cry
I wanna hold you till the fear in me subsides

Romance and all its strategy
Leaves me battling with my pride
But through the insecurity
Some tenderness survives
I'm just another writer
Still trapped within my truth
A hesitant prize fighter
Still trapped within my youth

And sometimes when we touch
The honesty's too much
And I have to close my eyes and hide
I wanna hold you til I die
Til we both break down and cry
I wanna hold you till the fear in me subsides

At times I'd like to break you
And drive you to your knees
At times I'd like to break through
And hold you endlessly

At times I understand you
And I know how hard you've tried
I've watched while love commands you
And I've watched love pass you by

At times I think we're drifters
Still searching for a friend
A brother or a sister
But then the passion flares again

And sometimes when we touch
The honesty's too much
And I have to close my eyes and hide
I wanna hold you til I die
Til we both break down and cry
I wanna hold you till the fear in me subsides

This.

move this **** to OOT

sometimes, nutsack.

Sometimes I run
Sometimes I hide
Sometimes I'm scared of you
But all I really want is to hold you tight
Treat you right
Be with you day and night

Baby all I need is time

What the deuce!?!

Hi Alan!

WILLOW TREES ARE **** YTEAH

Sometimes when I am bicycling across Denver, I like to daydream about kites. I used to fly kites with my most favored uncle. We would go to New Windsor and run in the fields. I had a box kite with the picture of bacon sizzling in a skillet on it. My most favored uncle like to fly a kite with the image of a smiley face on it. Oddly enough, more persons smiled when they viewed my kite than when they peered at his.

Sometimes, I use anti-fungal spray on my inner thigh as a preventative measure. I'm not sure if this works but, I haven't had a rash in about five weeks now.

Sometimes, I sit at a chess board in the park. I wait for someone to sit across from me and try to open dialogue about sneakers. Half of the time the person asks for money and half the time they want to play chess. Once in a while I get someone asking for directions. I direct them to Niketown, and recommend high-tops.

Sometimes I wonder how long I will live. I have taken up botanical artistry so as to possibly gain the longevity of Katherine Plunkett. Although, living to the age of 112 may have its cons. One possible nightmare scenario would be that my teeth rot and I would not be able to eat Pepperidge Farm's Geneva cookies. That would make me sad. I would much rather die young than not be able to consume such heavenly items.

Sometimes I pretend to be a ninja and I sneak around in my backyard. A eat choc-o-diles while walking on tip-toe and peering into my windows. My dog is not amused by this game and he often bares his teeth at me and snaps in my direction. I calm him down by reading passages from the Kalevala to him, in my best Finnish accent.

Sometimes I walk thru the park wearing a suit that I have personally crafted. It is made completely out of orchids. The last time I did so, I came across a half empty can of Green Giant brand lima beans. As I approached the container, a yorkshire terrier sprang from the bushes and urinated on my orchid suit. I trudged home and set up a semi-circle of red and black candles. I begged the demons of the underworld to smite that errant pup. Later that year, a lioness escaped from the Warragumba African Lion Safari and devoured the yorkie. I celebrated with a nice merlot and three cans of lima beans.

Sometimes love just ain't enough.

sometimes i think y the **** do people waste their time writing this ****.....

They were going to write it anyway. If you want to talk about a waste read Shakespeare.

Are you kidding me? Shakespeare is great, I really loved the film he made where DiCaprio played some guy Romeo or summit, I dont usually like Musicals but this was ok.

Sometimes when gallavanting across Copenhagen wearing my laminated Queen Margrethe II pin, I find that I break two hearts in 3/4 of the time. The first time this happened, Lord Stanhope proposed an inquiry at the House Of Lords and they found me quite charming and released me after one fortnight in the brig. They treated me well, we dined on cornish hen and molted eel.

Sometimes I like to chat with my friend Toth about the topography of Slovakia. He insists that the plains of Bardejov are greener than the ones in the Snina District but, surely he must be kidding. For the pastures of the great eastern Snina District are as serene as any south of the Great Crystal Mall in Burnaby.

Sometimes I like to wander into movie theaters with a large tub of popcorn but, instead of filling it with popped kernals, I fill it to the rim with various religious items. Whenever a character in the film that is playing utters a curseword, I hurl a random religious object towards the screen. I did this once in Whiteside County, Illinios and was ushered out of the viewing chamber by a burly guard. He wore a rugged beard and his plastic name tag read "Steve", in white letters on a black background with faux gold trim.

Sometimes I stop whatever I am doing and allow myself to daydream about winning the Prince Eugen Culture Prize. Being such a cultured fellow, I believe that I could achieve this. Although, it would be easier if I had a female counterpart in my life. I often yearn for a relationship like such of Deepak and Jyoti in "To Bina Bhala Lagena". Their love was one so true and so ethereal that it could only be a work of fiction. My love for Polish sausage runs deep but, not nearly as deep as those smitten lovebirds.

Sometimes I get phone calls from my former pen pal Felix in Rimouski, Quebec. He works on a Canadian research ship. He telephones me to brag about the exciting adventures that he goes on and the amazing things he has seen. I liked it better when we exchanged letters by pen.

Sometimes I like to sneak into the Gold's Gym and write things on the tiles of the men's shower walls. Last tuesday I crept into the showers when no one was watching and I scribbled this Amy Levy poem onto the hot wet ceramic:

Between the showers I went my way,
The glistening street was bright with flowers;
It seemed that March had turned to May
Between the showers.

Above the shining roofs and towers
The blue broke forth athwart the grey;
Birds carolled in their leafless bowers.

Hither and tither, swift and gay,
The people chased the changeful hours;
And you, you passed and smiled that day,
Between the showers.

wat one more god damn time

omg worst bump ever
how is this not locked or deleted
tl;dr

BBV4L IS NOT YOUR BLOG
BBV4L IS NOT YOUR BLOG
BBV4L IS NOT YOUR BLOG
BBV4L IS NOT YOUR BLOG
BBV4L IS NOT YOUR BLOG

sometimes when im on tilt, i rip out my pubes

ok i read it nvm hai brian

Sometimes I go to the local playground dressed as a Mexican luchador. I gallop around and around the jungle gym's and seesaws and every so often I slap my backside with an open palm. It emits a loud "slap" and the children laugh while the grandmothers and babysitters blush. I was there just last week and after the tenth or eleventh buttslap I heard a faint whimpering. Scanning the crowd of children I sought out the maker of the distressed sound. It was me.

Sometimes I venture to the Yodok concentration camp in Pyongyang. It is very dangerous to visit this place and I do not recommend it to the novice. As a general rule, I only go there on Fridays because that is the day that the Supreme Leader goes whale watching. Insiders have told me that he enjoys spectating the sperms and the humpbacks. I think they are goading me into ridiculing the exalted one so that they may detain me. I shant not fall into their trap.

Sometimes I swagger into Coseley pubs donning my Viv Aston jersey. I belly up to the bar and order an Interstate 70 on the rocks. The barkeep will always give a quizzical glance and call me a "wanker" or a "divver". Ever the calm one, I present a colorful array of Euros from my jet black fanny pack (zipper not velcro) and slap it down on the bar forcefully. I'll then fake my best Irish brogue and order two double maxims and a canny bag of Tudor's. Pickled onion flavour if you please.

There's only one PuppyFridayYall.

http://www.bartleby.com/116/302.html

Jake is on a whole other planet than this guy.

They may be related though... I'll check the files at the institution.

Tough, you think you've got the stuff
You're telling me and anyone
You're hard enough

You don't have to put up a fight
You don't have to always be right
Let me take some of the punches
For you tonight

Listen to me now
I need to let you know
You don't have to go in alone

And it's you when I look in the mirror
And it's you when I don't pick up the phone
Sometimes you can't make it on your own

bonoedge (lexington)