Does anyone else notice that straight guys are gayer than gay guys sometimes?
seriously.
all day, err day…
^this
Does anyone else notice that straight guys are gayer than gay guys sometimes?
seriously.
all day, err day…
^this
I don’t know if You can hear me
Or if You’re even there
I don’t know if You would listen
To a gypsie’s prayer
Yes, I know I’m just an outcast
I shouldn’t speak to you
Still I see Your face and wonder…
Were You once an outcast too?
God help the outcasts
Hungry from birth
Show them the mercy
They don’t find on earth
God help my people
We look to You still
God help the outcasts
Or nobody will
I ask for wealth
I ask for fame
I ask for glory to shine on my name
I ask for love I can posess
I ask for God and His angels to bless me
I ask for nothing
I can get by
But I know so many
Less lucky than I
Please help my people
The poor and downtrod
I thought we all were
The children of God
God help the outcasts
Children of God
I just want my little girl. Somewhere in North Carolina is my baby Ocean Skye, putting on a little size and getting ready to be shipped. I can’t wait for her arrival this summer. I really miss having a reptilian companion by my side.
I really hope she can help me take the edge off of all the things that have been going on lately. Take my mind off everything, you know? I miss having a baby garter snake wrapped tightly around my fingers or all stretched out on my chest or curled up in my sweater sleeve or just chilling on my bed with me.
Shelby and Coby gave me company, and I’m so upset they stayed with me for such a short time.
I hope Ocean lasts for a long, long time.
Somebody please get me out of this house…