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Female - 100 years old, *, United States
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Sexual Orientation: Straight
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"I learned a long time ago that reality was much weirder than anyone's imagination." -- Hunter S. Thompson

“Philosophers have argued for centuries about how many angels can dance on the head of a pin, but materialists have known all along that it depends on whether they are jitterbugging or dancing cheek to cheek.” -- Tom Robbins
 

"Rock Me On The Water"
          --Jackson Browne

 

Oh people, look around you
The signs are everywhere
You've left it for somebody other than you
To be the one to care
You're lost inside your houses
There's no time to find you now
Your walls are burning and your towers are turning
I'm going to leave you here and try to get down to the sea somehow

The road is filled with homeless souls
Every woman, child and man
Who have no idea where they will go
But they'll help you if they can
Now everyone must have some thought
That's going to pull them through somehow
Well the fires are raging hotter and hotter
But the sisters of the sun are going to rock me on the water now

Rock me on the water
Sister will you soothe my fevered brow
Rock me on the water
I'll get down to the sea somehow

Oh people, look among you
It's there your hope must lie
There's a sea bird above you
Gliding in one place like Jesus in the sky
We all must do the best we can
And then hang on to that Gospel plow
When my life is over, I'm going to stand before the Father
But the sisters of the sun are going to rock me on the water now

Rock me on the water
Sister will you soothe my fevered brow
Rock me on the water, maybe I'll remember
Maybe I'll remember how
Rock me on the water
The wind is with me now
So rock me on the water
I'll get down to the sea somehow

 

"Gotta See A Man About A Daydream"
          --Jackson Browne

I could write for you
A song about the warming of September
But I couldn't really give to you
That month in the spring

And I could write for you
Melodies dedicated to the seasons
But I'd be caught behind
Remembering a reason not to sing

And the music would accompany
The words it brings along
Why should I try
How can I try
I can't give you the seasons in a song

I could paint for you
A picture with a swirling world of color
But I couldn't really give to you
The brush strokes of my mind

And in my ticker-tape parade
All the memories of all my failures
Would be summoned in
And made to walk a step or two behind

And models seldom find themselves
In portraits that I've drawn
But I have cried
And not denied
That my colors aren't clear enough in song

You ask of me
What's a word that rhymes with all your confusion
Don't you think that's just a little bit
Unusual to ask

Once you asked of me
Once before what is a word for all your crying
But you were laughing at me all the time
Behind your tragic mask

Now you ask me and my friends
If you can pack and come along
Why should I try
How can I try
If you can follow the honesty in song

So I'll go skipping through
All my daydreams at a thousand miles an hour
And I'll try to sort things out
Into an order if I can

I've got a couple things to do
Before I come and talk to you again
Well I'll meet you in a dream or two
Down by the borderland

I've got a necessary game to play
And changes to go through
It's time to go, time to go
So it's so long, farewell

And I'll be seeing you