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Most folks I believe, start out with the best of intentions, but somewhere along the way, something goes a little haywire and it all starts to unravel. This is the point, where if you are the least bit talented in feeling out the peculiar things of life, you will quickly realize that … People who “tell it like it is” …. usually tell it like A**Holes.
Y’know while we are running around like dogs, chasing our own tails, on this racial crap. It might be time to make changes, b’sides the flag thing. I don’t think white people should be trying to dance like black people. Stop it! Stick to your Lawerence Welk Poka’s and waltzes on Public Telvision. Another thing that you should drop is that repulsive country line-dancin that you do and just try and be yourself. Be proud! Be white! Be lame and get the ____ off the dance floor.
My fame is vapor.
My riches carried away on wings.
Only one thing endures in life, and that is character.
Find something that excites your soul, and grab hold of it and run.
Take it and fly away.
From here on out I shall be just another disinclined recluse in search of a wandering star and nothing more. And if and when I do discover this magical place … I will let you know.
No more mountains to climb, rivers to swim, no more battles to be fought and won.
I shut it all down, stick a fork in me, I am done.
Oklahoma Indians are advertising their casino off the Interstate (Remember when they sat on the side of the road and sold you their trinkets? Those days are long gone). “Luck has no limits, a winner every seven seconds.” Is how the sign reads. So if this is true (which I sincerely doubt) why do we have all these expressions in our social vocabulary?
Another Peregrine Comment From The Prairie … The Happy Ending.
Six words I hate: “The Government requires this of us.” Five words: “Will the defendant please stand.” And C: “Fill this out.”