Is it obvious to you
When you walk into a room
Your face is all I see?
And my heart races so fast
I never knew a rush to feel like that
Every time you’re touching me
I never did believe in anything
I couldn’t hold between my fingers
But the way you make me feel
It’s just so real the way it lingers
I get lost inside your stare
Lost when you’re not there
When everything I have doesn’t mean a thing
If it’s without you
If it’s a dream, don’t wake me up
I’ll scream if this isn’t love
If bein’ lost means never knowin’
How it feels without you
I wanna stay lost forever
I wanna stay lost forever with you
No, this feeling doesn’t end
It’s with me everywhere I am
Hope it never goes away
It’s like defying gravity
Losin’ all control and bein’ free
And I always wanna stay
I never thought that I’d let go
Long enough to fall for someone so deeply
Who had the power to erase my fears
And find me so completely
I get lost inside your stare
Lost when you’re not there
When everything I have doesn’t mean a thing
If it’s without you
If it’s a dream, don’t wake me up
I’ll scream if this isn’t love
If bein’ lost means never knowin’
How it feels without you
I wanna stay lost
Don’t tell me where we’re goin’
I don’t wanna know
I like the mystery
I can’t believe we’ve come this far
So far away from where we started off
You found me when I wasn’t lookin’
You found me
And now I’m lost inside your stare
Lost when you’re not there
And everything I have doesn’t mean a thing
If it’s without you, without you
If it’s a dream, don’t wake me up
I’ll scream if this isn’t love
If bein’ lost means never knowin’
How it feels without you
Yeah, if bein’ lost means never knowin’
How it feels without you
Oh, bein’ lost means that I’m never
Gonna be without you
I wanna stay lost forever
I wanna stay lost forever with you
My partner, Sharon, is in the ICU and not doing well.
On Friday evening, she fell and hit her head. I don't know all the in-between details, but she was missing for several hours before we found her. Later that night, she started seizing repeatedly and was rushed to the hospital. Even with all the medicatons they gave her to stop her from seizing, she still continued to have small seizures in her legs until the next evening.
In the midst of all this, they had to use the paddles on her heart sometime Saturday morning. The medications that finally stopped the seizures made her blood pressure skyrocket, so they had to give her something to bring that back down. She's pretty much stable, although she's been in a chemically-induced coma and breathing with the help of a ventillator for a couple days now. They just put a main-line IV in her chest today because they're giving her so many medications that the small line in her arm couldn't handle it all.
It's killing me right now, being so far away. She has her own version of Napoleon named Charlie; he's been taking shifts with her mom to be there with her and he's calling me with updates. She's at Ben Taub Hospital in Houston. I don't know much about them. Charlie seems to think they're good.
I found out that she didn't actually arrest, which is what Charlie originally thought happened when they had to use the paddles. Something happened with her heart as a result of the seizures or something; I don't really understand. Either way, they used the paddles on her. The ventilator is because she's so medicated right now that if they didn't use it, she wouldn't breathe.
They suctioned her lungs today to make sure there's no fluid built up and I guess she coughed or something, which they say is promising. Tomorrow or the next day they'll try lowering the dosages and trying to wake her up.
My friend, Rachel, is a nurse whose specialty is trauma/surgery ICU. She told me a few things that helped me understand better:
"There are only a few "shockable" cardiac rhythms (of which a stopped heart, asystole, or a flat line is not one), no matter what they show on TV. That means that her heart was pumping on its own, just not very effectively when they used the paddles. We do that to reset the electrical impulses so that they fire in the right order. It is very good that she has a gag/ choke reflex because it means she is just sedated or paralyzed chemically."
We still don't know what's wrong. Please say a prayer for us, light a candle, or do whatever you can to send healing energy her way.
On Friday evening, she fell and hit her head. I don't know all the in-between details, but she was missing for several hours before we found her. Later that night, she started seizing repeatedly and was rushed to the hospital. Even with all the medicatons they gave her to stop her from seizing, she still continued to have small seizures in her legs until the next evening.
In the midst of all this, they had to use the paddles on her heart sometime Saturday morning. The medications that finally stopped the seizures made her blood pressure skyrocket, so they had to give her something to bring that back down. She's pretty much stable, although she's been in a chemically-induced coma and breathing with the help of a ventillator for a couple days now. They just put a main-line IV in her chest today because they're giving her so many medications that the small line in her arm couldn't handle it all.
It's killing me right now, being so far away. She has her own version of Napoleon named Charlie; he's been taking shifts with her mom to be there with her and he's calling me with updates. She's at Ben Taub Hospital in Houston. I don't know much about them. Charlie seems to think they're good.
I found out that she didn't actually arrest, which is what Charlie originally thought happened when they had to use the paddles. Something happened with her heart as a result of the seizures or something; I don't really understand. Either way, they used the paddles on her. The ventilator is because she's so medicated right now that if they didn't use it, she wouldn't breathe.
They suctioned her lungs today to make sure there's no fluid built up and I guess she coughed or something, which they say is promising. Tomorrow or the next day they'll try lowering the dosages and trying to wake her up.
My friend, Rachel, is a nurse whose specialty is trauma/surgery ICU. She told me a few things that helped me understand better:
"There are only a few "shockable" cardiac rhythms (of which a stopped heart, asystole, or a flat line is not one), no matter what they show on TV. That means that her heart was pumping on its own, just not very effectively when they used the paddles. We do that to reset the electrical impulses so that they fire in the right order. It is very good that she has a gag/ choke reflex because it means she is just sedated or paralyzed chemically."
We still don't know what's wrong. Please say a prayer for us, light a candle, or do whatever you can to send healing energy her way.
Have you ever taken the time to look at the "plot keywords" section on IMDB? It's a veritable grocery list of giggles! For example, here's the list from the new movie, "American Pie Presents: The Book of Love". If you can read your way through it without laughing, I'll be thoroughly impressed.
Virgin
Ski Lift
Fellatio
Wet T Shirt
French Canadian Stereotype
Shoplifting
Black Bra
Animal In Cast Credits
Interrupted Sex
Dying During Sex
Strip Poker
Loud Sex
Raped By Animal
Canadian Stereotype
Doggystyle Sex
Girl Stripped Down To Bra
Black Panties
Topless
Blue Brassiere
Streaking
Seventh Part
Caught Having Sex
French Girl
Hot Tub
Viral Video
Male Orgasm
Expanding Breasts
Sex Lesson From Prostitute
Red Brassiere
Casual Sex
Blow Job
Orgasm
Sandwich
Female Orgasm
Fantasy Sequence
Older Woman
Used Condom
Vomit Scene
Lesbian Scene
Vacuum Cleaner
Breasts
Black Brassiere
U.S. Canadian Border
Purity
Caught Masturbating
Sex Manual
Kama Sutra
Older Man Younger Woman
Male Masturbation
Masturbation Scene
Text Message
Promiscuous Past
Cunnilingus
Urban Legend
Incest
Nipples Visible Through Clothing
Cheerleader
Animate Tattoo
Cleavage
Girls Gone Wild Spoof
Text Messaging
Facebook
Female Frontal Nudity
Condom
See Through Gown
Shaved Vagina
Bordello
Female Nudity
Peanut Butter
Male Virgin
Premarital Sex
Sequel
Tattoo
False Teeth
Moose
Stuck During Sex
Beautiful Daughter
Lesbian Kiss
Masturbation
Lingerie Store
Black Bra And Panties
Canadian Border
Bestiality
Youtube
Bra Less
Caught Shoplifting
Peanut Butter Sandwich
Breast Flashing
Road Trip
Red Bra
Sex With Food
You
- Fisher
It’s late now
Time to sleep
Close your eyes
Go to dreams
Clouds on walls
And blue skies
Mommy’s sun,
her moon, her stars
And you
You make me run
And you
You make me want to live
Your smiles
Well they make my day
You don’t know it yet
But you’re everything
This little song – well
It’s for you
These lovely years
here with you
And you
You make me run
And you
You make me want to live
And you
You make me run
And you
You make me want to live
For you
...Just so you have an accurate image in your head: my backpack won't fit in the overhead, even if I managed to find one that wasn't zip-tied, taped, or screwed shut, so it's on the floor in front of my seat. My left foot is on it (putting my knee at chest level), while my right foot is technically in the aisle.
...My food bag is between my knees, and my hoodie and pillow are on top, in what's left of my lap. The man next to me is moderately hygiene-challenged, and is going all the way to Memphis and beyond. My only hope is that we lose more people than we gain between now and then.
< =i= >
I'm getting used to the sound of me
All tripped up and fumbling
Picking words from that lovely stream
Of all the things that you mean to me
Cause it hurts
Oh it hurts to like you so much
How to thank the earth for you
The eyes the smile the wisdom too
You're all good things thrown into one
You put the flowers on my tongue that say
Yes
I love you this way
And there's so much that I should tell you
And there's so much that you should see
So many "Keep out: heart bound" places
You belong in me
I'm getting used to the sound of you
Volleying back this feeling too
Tasting all the things I wished
Waiting in that lovely kiss with you
Where there's no hiding the truth
And how you treat me like a queen
Like when I said my eyes were swampy green
And I saw you smile and I heard you say
"If your eyes are swamps, they're the Everglades"
And that you love them that way.
Sometimes it's hard for me to tell you
What is harder still to hide
And so I hold tight stay trite and never let my heart decide
But despite my fear
I've got no way of stoppin'
The sound of you from breaking through
The static in my mind
And I just won't hear
Another word of caution
I know it's dangerous
To love like us
But I feel safe enough in the sound of you
I remember how it used to feel
To try to make indifference real
To weed out love so skillfully
That you would never get to see
The flag that you were sticking in my heart those days
I knew gravity would get to me
And I'd be yours eventually
But never dreamed it could be so sweet
Watching you just talk to me
At night, when the city lights were burning outside
Sometimes it's hard for me tell you
But I'll tell you
Cause I know you sympathize
When I hold tight, stay trite, and just can't let my heart decide
Regardless of my feelings on people trying to collect money from my friends by way of MY CELL PHONE, I don't think that gay men should work in the collections field. They don't sound tough or intimidating, they just sound pissy. And really, who wants to call back a pissy gay man?
I think I'm going to petition the check cashing place to bring back that Valerie girl. At least I didn't mind taking her messages. Of course, I already told them that the person they're calling for is my roommate, and if he doesn't answer the house phone, he's probably not home, so calling MY CELL PHONE isn't going to get them anywhere. Stupid fuckers. Bah.
I think I'm going to petition the check cashing place to bring back that Valerie girl. At least I didn't mind taking her messages. Of course, I already told them that the person they're calling for is my roommate, and if he doesn't answer the house phone, he's probably not home, so calling MY CELL PHONE isn't going to get them anywhere. Stupid fuckers. Bah.
I don't believe in an interventionist God
But I know, darling, that you do
But if I did I would kneel down and ask Him
Not to intervene when it came to you
Not to touch a hair on your head
To leave you as you are
And if He felt He had to direct you
Then direct you into my arms
But I know, darling, that you do
But if I did I would kneel down and ask Him
Not to intervene when it came to you
Not to touch a hair on your head
To leave you as you are
And if He felt He had to direct you
Then direct you into my arms
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms
And I don't believe in the existence of angels
But looking at you I wonder if that's true
But if I did I would summon them together
And ask them to watch over you
To each burn a candle for you
To make bright and clear your path
And to walk, like Christ, in grace and love
And guide you into my arms
But looking at you I wonder if that's true
But if I did I would summon them together
And ask them to watch over you
To each burn a candle for you
To make bright and clear your path
And to walk, like Christ, in grace and love
And guide you into my arms
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms
And I believe in Love
And I know that you do too
And I believe we can choose our paths
That we can walk them, me and you
So keep those candles burning
Make her journey bright and pure
That she'll keep returning
Always and evermore
And I know that you do too
And I believe we can choose our paths
That we can walk them, me and you
So keep those candles burning
Make her journey bright and pure
That she'll keep returning
Always and evermore
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms
"I whacked a guy today. He got mad and came after me, so I punched him in the face."
(6/11/09/2330)
(6/11/09/2330)
point-by-point response to the National Organization For Marriage's "Gathering Storm" PSA
"True genius does not fulfill expectation. True genius shatters it."
(3/31/2009)
(3/31/2009)
Oh my little pretty one, my pretty one
When you gonna give me some time sharona?
Oh you make my motor run, my motor run
Gun it coming off of the line sharona
Never gonna stop
Give it up
Such a dirty mind
Always get it up
From the touch of the younger kind
My My My My My Whoa
My Sharona
Come a little closer huh
Will ya huh?
Close enough to look in my eyes sharona
Keeping it a mystery gets to me
Running down the length of my thighs sharona
Never gonna stop
Give it up
Such a dirty mind
Always get it up
From the touch of the younger kind
My My My My My Whoa
My Sharona
When you gonna get to me, get to me?
Is it just a matter of time sharona?
Is it destiny? destiny?
Or is it just a game in my mind sharona?
Never gonna stop
Give it up
Such a dirty mind
Always get it up
From the touch of the younger kind
My My My My My Whoa
My Sharona
My My My My My Whoa
My Sharona
My Sharona
My Sharona
My Sharona
Lesson learned. Moving on...
I found this beautiful winter poem and thought it might be a comfort to you. It was to me, and it's very well written.
"WINTER"
a poem by Abigail Elizabeth McIntyre...
"SHIT, It's Cold !"
The End
