maxwellgrant's Journal

Howdy, Neighbor -
What's your thought process?

I been rummaging through the
tumbleweeds of my life and I didn't expect
to see you here.

Remember that time you and me went to the fair
and got drunk and fell off the horse?

Wasn't that a time?

Remember when we was up in the mountains,
tryin' to rustle up some grub,
only we didn't have no clothes nor
eating utensils
to speak of?

Yee-hah! That was a fun one!

We need to be partin' ways soon, I know,
'causin' mostly you can't stand the sight of me,
but maybe you just want to be the one to hear me
out for a second,
while I tell you where I'm gonna put myself
when I die.

Seems like the world is a mightily
oppressive place, what gets harder every day.

Maybe you don't know what that's about, but,
Lordy knows,
I sure do.

Maybe there's some kind of misfortune
what hadn't been discussed,
that needs discussin'.

Maybe we all can't get along but
we can pretend we do.

Sometimes I think that maybe if I could just
call everyone I ever met back here in one big circle,
we could have us a hoedown
that couldn't be beat and
there'd be a great feeling
among everybody.

Somethin' mighty, that would carry over,
carry over...

Oh, who'm I kiddin'?

(The above was crafted 8-23-98 and replaces the original bio which was simply - )

Well, by cracky, here you be!

I was wonderin' when you'd click away!

How in tarnation are ya?

And who's that behind you?

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