Witch Hippforum membr sKares yu most?

Friend used to scare me with his bizarre sigs!


rebbatskcab - Just the name freaks me out, Sounds like she could stab you in the back subliminally...

 

actually-it's your sig. is yer kitty dead?

 

Time is runing out.

 

u've got cancer?

 

Can't think of any reason

Don't know exactly why

Must be it's out of season

Give it another try



I'm out here in the meadow

Part of an old stone wall

Stand here because he said so

Waitin' around to fall



Some things are left unspoken

Some things are handme down

The circle stands unbroken

Sendin' it back around



I've seen you roll in clover

Dressed for a scarecrow wall

Too bad the dance is over

Nothin' to show at all



Can't help but feel uncertain

Knowing which way to turn

They want to raise the curtain

And you're holdin' the words to learn



I'm out here in the meadow

Part of an old stone wall

Stand here because he said so

Waitin' around to fall

 

can u talk? i mean use yer own words! you're driving a nut nuts...make no sense...u dont scare me!

 

Quite possibly..

Indescribability is way too angry to be so clever.. Or far too clever to be angry...

Intelligent people scare me?

 

to tell the real truth, those people living in the politics forum. when they post in RT, i really dont know how to reply (i shouldnt, should i?)

 

I've seen you roll in clover

Dressed for a scarecrow wall

Too bad the dance is over

Nothin' to show at all

 

leave me alone...you even wont reply my PM...

 

A man conceived a moment’s answers to the dream,
Staying the flowers daily, sensing all the themes.
As a foundation left to create the spiral aim,
A movement regained and regarded both the same,
All complete in the sight of seeds of life with you.

Changed only for a sight of sound, the space agreed.
Between the picture of time behind the face of need,
Coming quickly to terms of all expression laid,
Emotion revealed as the ocean maid,
All complete in the sight of seeds of life with you.
Oh.

Turn round tailor, coins and
Assaulting all the mornings of the crosses
Interest shown, never know
Presenting one another to the cord, their fruitless worth;
All left dying, rediscovered cords are broken,
Of the door that turned round, locked inside
To close the cover, the mother earth.
All the interest shown, they won’t
To turn one another, to the sign hide, hold, they won’t
At the time tell you, watching the world,
To float your climb. watching all of the world,
Watching us go by.

And you and I climb over the sea to the valley,
And you and I reached out for reasons to call.

Ii. eclipse
(anderson/bruford/squire)

Coming quickly to terms of all expression laid,
Emotion revealed as the ocean maid,
As a movement regained and regarded both the same,
All complete in the side of seeds of life with you.

Iii. the preacher the teacher
(anderson/bruford/howe/squire)

Sad preacher nailed upon the coloured door of time;
Insane teacher be there reminded of the rhyme.
There’ll be no mutant enemy we shall certify;
Political ends, as sad remains, will die.
Reach out as forward tastes begin to enter you.
Ooh, ooh.

I listened hard but could not see
Life tempo change out and inside me.
The preacher trained in all to lose his name;
The teacher travels, asking to be shown the same.
In the end, we’ll agree, we’ll accept, we’ll immortalise
That the truth of the man maturing in his eyes,
All complete in the sight of seeds of life with you.

Coming quickly to terms of all expression laid,
As a moment regained and regarded both the same,
Emotion revealed as the ocean maid,
A clearer future, morning, evening, nights with you.

Iv. apocalypse (anderson/bruford/howe/squire)

And you and I climb, crossing the shapes of the morning.
And you and I reach over the sun for the river.
And you and I climb, clearer, towards the movement.
And you and I called over valleys of endless seas.