Worlds Most Precious Cargo

Lyric

toomanyshoes | 12 May, 2008 19:43

The embodiment of what

lies at the core of dreams,

in limbs that move as in

a dance; the thrust at the heart

of eyes that pour

deep voilet in one's lap,

the music that follows,

the throb at the top of the head:

what are these

but indices

to what can never be attained!

Some warriors died thus

the sun flashing in their eyes,

and others in wet sand

not able to withstand

the drag of watervoices and

the treachery in ears!

-Arthur Gregor

Eyes in Sky

toomanyshoes | 15 April, 2008 22:15

To the person that helped me win the bible drill in Flatwood KY, early 90s (you know who you are) thank you! That is one of my best memories. Good trick, too.

To the person that gave me Matt/Ben dream, thanks, I guess?!?

Still can't figure out why you told me to stay off that website, though.

Hugs and Kisses to the man that gave me Egyptian electricity lesson. That memory has made me giggle frequently. "Do you like it? It's Egyptian?" BWHAHA

Jesus is the dissident

toomanyshoes | 15 April, 2008 21:16

My favorite Pearl Jam song:

She nursed him there, ooh, over a night
I wasnt so sure she wanted him to stay
What to say...what to say
But soon she was down, soon he was low
At a quarter past...a holy no...
She had to turn around

When she couldnt hold, oh...she folded...
A dissident is here
Escape is never, the safest path
Oh, a dissident, a dissident is here

And to this day, shes glided on
Always home but so far away
Like a word misplaced
Nothing said, what a waste
When she had contact...with the conflict...
There was meaning, but she sold him to the state
She had to turn around

When she couldnt hold...she folded...
A dissident is here
Escape is never, the safest path
Oh, a dissident, a dissident is here, oh...oh...oh...

She gave him away when she couldnt hold...no...she folded...
A dissident is here escape is never, the safest path
Oh, a dissident, a dissident is here, oh...
Couldnt hold on...she couldnt hold...no...she folded...
A dissident is here
Escape is never the safest place, oh...
A dissident is here

To the man on the street in Lexington Ky 1992

toomanyshoes | 15 April, 2008 20:57

Man: Spare some change?

Me: I don't have any money.

Man: Do you love Jesus?

Me: Yes, sir. Very much. Do you?

Man: no answer

Me (to myself) Lord, help me tell this man about you

Man broke into the biggest most beautiful smile I had ever seen. He spread his arms and glowed. It was as if his feet came up off the sidewalk for a split second. He was lovely. He had bright blue eyes. I looked away for a split second, and then he just disappeared.

 

To that man: My only wish is to see you again

To anyone else: If you see this man, tell him I am sick of love.

 

Edited to add: There is a video of this floating around out there somewhere if you know how to get it. If you get your hands on this video, please email it to: tms@worldsmostpreciouscargo.com

 

I went to the carnival and all I got was this lousy chip

toomanyshoes | 15 April, 2008 20:26

I wonder if the Pope and the President will talk about Jesus. I would like to hear what they have to say about him.

 
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