Selinium.

If the sun refused to shine, I would still be loving you
When mountains crumble to the sea, there will still be you and me

 

 

 

It happens all the time in heaven,
And some day
It will begin to happen
Again on earth -

That men and women who are married,
And men and men who are Lovers,
And women and women
Who give each other Light,

Often will get down on their knees
And while so tenderly Holding their lover's hand,
With tears in their eyes,
Will sincerely speak, saying,

My dear, How can I be more loving to you;
How can I be more kind?

But when the morning comes, and the sun begins to rise, I will lose you.
Because it's just a dream, when I open up my eyes, I will lose you.
I used to believe in forever, but forever's too good to be true.
I've hung a wish on every star, it hasn't done much good so far.
I don't know what else to do. Except to try to dream of you.
And wonder if you are dreaming too, wherever you are.

 

 

This gives me hope for the future. I love it.
I can't wait for the documentary.

- A kiss can be ten times more effective than morphine in reducing pain,
as it’s thought that it activates the body’s natural pain-killers.
So when a mother tells her injured child that she’ll kiss it better,
that’s exactly what she does.

Wtf? Awesome..


I work down at The Pizza Pit, and I drive an old Hyundai
I still live with my mom and dad, I'm five foot three and overweight
I'm a sci-fi fanatic, mild asthmatic, never been to second base
But there's a whole 'nother me, that you need to see -
Go check out Myspace.

'Cause online I'm out in Hollywood, I'm six foot five and I look damn good
I drive a Maserati, I'm a black belt in karate, and I love a good glass of wine
It turns girls on that I'm mysterious, I tell 'em I don't want nothing serious
'Cause even on a slow day I can have a three-way chat with two women at one time.
I'm so much cooler online. I'm so much cooler online.

I get home I kiss my mom, and she fixes me a snack
I head down to my basement bedroom, and fire up my Mac
In real life the only time I've ever even been to L.A -
was when I got the chance with the marching band to play tuba in the Rose Parade.

My heart is pierced by Cupid, I disdain all glittering gold.
There is nothing that can console me, but my jolly sailor bold.

Come all you pretty fair maids, whoever you may be.
Who love a jolly sailor bold, that ploughs the raging sea.

I'm seriously in love with this site.
And this dude.
Hahahhaha.