Manduesa From Parts Uknown

If Art were an infection, I'd be terminal! Music has been a mission in life to succeed through myself or through others. I guess the death of my best friend " Rest his soul" {Brendon Tyler Clark} implemented an instinct to never give up, "in his memory." I've been singing around 12 years. [witch he's been gone for 13] every weekend or every other, give or take a couple of months. After not singing for 2 years, the cords don't come out sounding quite like I'd like them too. I play the drums and guitar and [stuff] extra $ is good too. I've gotten to the point that if I loose my voice after all these years. What was the point? I'm a dog trainer. took up the challenge of training pittbulls to see how smart they could be with a right raising. "well" needless to say I was so speachless, I've continued. Nothing better than to have a gun that REALY BITE'S. and is in my complete control with several command words and command names. Unlike most if not all bulls I've seen, I can stop my dog from fighting, Wile the other dog continue's to fight him. I've never fought my dog. He'll find trouble on his own. To all the ladies I am single...Not that this is a dateing service, Yet I'm not going to tell you how sexy super fly fine you look, todays world is so distubing with all it's negetivity. no one tells the truth anymore about anything the people of the USA are never going to have a say in this world with fear of persacution. Our freedom of speach in that respect is gone. "Who Care's.~~ were over consumeing produce's from all over the world, that we end up throwing out cause we cann't get through them fast enoff, what's worse we kill to be able to have that amount and starve these other countries of their fuels, Americans, Us, & We know it. People will die when any one man decide's to jack up the price of market to help his people out of their debt crisiss. What we cann't afford due to our over inflation problem is OF OUR OWN DOING. Hey F-K it rite? It's SAD I never cared about politics untill these past couple of years.

I wish there was a place to go, anywhere beyond here you know. alass an Island in the sky, A place to live, Free, and die. Down deep through dry and caverned moon, My love I'm there, will see you soon. If your a man a wile you may stay, on the backside of the moon FAR, FAR, AWAY!!! If you notice I get around alot. I'm just changeing directions around, They won't let me be less pasific and just say woods, hill