I don't want to tell you my fears
but I've claimed my own tears
from a broken heart that knows
"Honesty, is the best policy"
for a perfect, harmless world of flawless people
And I cried as those words were thrown
around the room like paper airplanes
tumbling, crashing, falling to the ground
Tell me what you see
Tell me what you see, my dear
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Friday, October 17, 2008
What's Wrong With Hybrid/Electric Vehicles?
So I've been thinking lately... upon graduation and successfully gaining employment, I plan on buying a new car. I would really, really, really love to have an electric car. I just think it's a neat idea. Anyway... here is my question: Why are they designed to be such an eye-sore? I mean, really. Honda, your hydrogen car looks disgusting. Toyota, I expected more from you, but your Prius is almost as good looking as a long-haired cat that's just come in from the rain.
My theory tends to be that these manufacturers don't really want to sell these cars... they just want the gubberment to say "Good job. Here's some money."
Make me a good looking (and by good, I mean normal-looking), energy efficient vehicle that I can call my own.
Please complete by 6/01/2011.
Sincerely,
Your unhappy prospective customer.
My theory tends to be that these manufacturers don't really want to sell these cars... they just want the gubberment to say "Good job. Here's some money."
Make me a good looking (and by good, I mean normal-looking), energy efficient vehicle that I can call my own.
Please complete by 6/01/2011.
Sincerely,
Your unhappy prospective customer.
Monday, October 13, 2008
To be continued...
I wandered into that room tonight
to find you resting in the soft light
hoping not to wake your sleeping soul
I laid down there at your side
just to gaze across the threads
to the gentleness in your face
And I smiled as those eyes that lay still
rose from their slumber to find me there
for a moment my soul felt bare, unprotected
tell me what you see, my dear
to find you resting in the soft light
hoping not to wake your sleeping soul
I laid down there at your side
just to gaze across the threads
to the gentleness in your face
And I smiled as those eyes that lay still
rose from their slumber to find me there
for a moment my soul felt bare, unprotected
tell me what you see, my dear
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