Sydney, et al:
Peter's voice is a welcome reprieve from the drivel we're force fed daily by the various forms of media. I don't know fact from fiction much of the time....(I often have to check my surroundings to see if I'm where I should be and dressed properly)....but Peter's words are a centering force.
My gratitude is tantamount to...uh....well....the Headlands of Marin.....for what it's worth.
Am glad I checked in, Doc, I've missed the last few days of Brad Pitt gossip! Mr.&Mrs. Smith is a GREAT DVD! It's about rich republicans and how they spend their free time away from home. Cheers!
Ha I think lot's of people fucked with shesus. They fucked up his hands, his feet his life, they nailed him to a fucking cross for christ sake...um what? Then for the next two thousand years the christians banded together to make sure he doesn't come back by putting crosses with his likeness everywhere. Wasn't that the point of crucifixion in the first place, to line the roads into rome with cursed people hanged up on crosses so no more would try to enter the city. Fuck you know I'd be up in front cuz I've given the finger to so many people lately that I kinda enjoy seeing it back. Even today my wife,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
Now that I'm learning a bit more on my six string it is like for what? Iike last night I got a third of the way into All the young dudes, in a real time warp, and ended that once great song by throwing my guitar down, trashing my wireless headphones and assailing my wife for five minutes about her not respecting my attempts to practice. Listening to Going Home in the car with my son I heard applause from a respectably small audience but it might just have been the air leaking out of my head.
GLAPL good luck and play loud
Warning: swimming with your mouth wide open in a pool full of tadpoles can be life threatening. Especially if they are those south of the border poison kind.
not in the greatest shape today pete, have a good one!
Peter,
It's me God, again. I'm at an Elvis impersonator convention so I can't be there in your kitchen with you. I forgot to mention, "Postcard" was a spiffy song too. That is all. Now go back to weeping.
Mr. You Know Who
Petey,
This is good enough to merit a $10,000 prize fatwa for your painful death. Collected from all the major religions. Though I doubt the Buddists will chip in. I pray to all the gods, daemons, wood nymphs, muses, with whom I regularly commune that you can survive the forces of good that are even now circling in black helicopters, and thunderheads over your home. Good luck.
Steven
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