I hope raining reds won't stain every tent and give you twinkies Calming waters waters drowning drowning lemons lemons dying dying are dreams dreams that wonder wonder greenweeds maybe vanish Its cruising sunshine on latin pillars to an open space create shadows dance while cool winds whistle chasing the untied leaves that were summers glory a pinch of unknown that must be sunlight relieves us from grey And days sleep away while changing thoughts stir dandelions sending me to green with shady oak trees from rock to ballad sleeping in long grass
You know - there's no reason to be rude to anyone... if you're goign to be rude- then just don't say antyhing at all No Love there
I'm not being rude, I'm being critical. If I would choose to be rude, I would say : "This is the worst piece of shit I have ever read." Yet I didn't.
If we said nothing at all he would keep writing this crap and it will keep clogging up my beloved home. As Rubin wanted to say, "This is the worst piece of shit I've read yet from you." There, I said it.