K9

There will always be a place for you here...
Raw Prime Rib and Puppy Chow on the side

Lost in the high street, where the dogs run
Roaming suburban boys
Mothers got a hairdo to be done
She says they're too old for toys
Stood by the bus stop with a felt pen
In this suburban hell
And in the distance a police car
To break the suburban spell

Lets take a ride, and run with the dogs tonight
In suburbia
You cant hide, run with the dogs tonight
In suburbia

Break the window by the town hall
Listen, the siren screams
There in the distance, like a roll call
Of all the suburban dreams

Lets take a ride, and run with the dogs tonight
In suburbia
You cant hide, run with the dogs tonight
In suburbia

I only wanted something else to do but hang around
I only wanted something else to do but hang around
I only wanted something else to do but hang around
I only wanted something else to do but hang around

Its on the front page of the papers
This is their hour of need
Where's a policeman when you need one
To blame the colour tv?

Lets take a ride, and run with the dogs tonight
In suburbia
You cant hide, run with the dogs tonight
In suburbia

Take a ride, and run with the dogs tonight
In suburbia
You cant hide, run with the dogs tonight
In suburbia

Run with the dogs tonight
In suburbia
You can't hide
In suburbia
In suburbia
In suburbia
In suburbia
In suburbia

Invisible Special Forces

Bloggers that have come by to check on me, I am all right now. Thanks a million for caring.
Phew! Had a close call with the guy wearing the black dress with the hood and the tool that is used by some farmers.

Here is a hint.

Wouldn't it be nice if you knew what you are into if you happen to sit on a chair without moving, for about 8 hours or more? There lays the problem, you either find-out the hard way or you will probably hear it from someone. Don't try it!

And don't shoot first, you maybe wrong and live to regret it. And always know that it was better to be dead right than living wrong.

As the saying goes, it is not by the sword that you will die by, but by its rusty build up.


On another note,
Merry Thanksgiving
Happy Christmas
Chanukah Year.
To all creatures abstract, subjective or layered.

The force that the blogmmunity pulls with is very powerful. No member seems to detach from its core, although there are phenomena that will eclipse some of its components (myself), you are never and completely out of orbit. I thought that this fact is admirable.
Plagues come and go, so does good and bad luck, health and riches, life, death, good and evil. Change is that only thing that does not change. It is the force of this blogmmunity, and its strength are the minds guided by the hearts of very passionate and fortunate (me) people. That is all real. It is powerful. It can not be touched. It can only be felt. If you are always changing, thinking, feeling, and transmitting.