Dodging the ditch, and hitting the post
Missing what everyone’s needing the most
Twisted enchantment that you’re livin in
But maybe its better than where you have been

Reach for candles ignoring the star.
Tryin to be who they think you are.
Plunge to your doom, come crying to me
What your mind wants is what it can’t see.

Jump from the kettle into the fire
If that’s what it takes to quench your desire
Rockin your world for better or worse
Bringing the kingdom and killing the curse.

what i learn in sunday school

fairy tales usually started with "Once upon a time..." now they start like "If I am elected..."
lol

I'm learning how to use the manual focus to get really hot close ups... enjoy.

lol

pop told me to take a bunch of pix of the little foal cuz someone wants to buy it or something. schnitzel followed me out and decided she wanted to cool off in the water bucket. lol. "yo buddy, i was here first!" (:

the little hoochli herself.

alrighty folks thats all for tonight,
conrad

taken with the new G9... man ya dont even have to try to take nice pix.

don't ask how i got this one... but the fact that its not a busy road helped alot. :D

I’m sick of school…. Sorta. Well actually I’m sick of precious Mr. Glenn Dickson right now… hearing him 3 hrs. straight tends to wear my nerves thin.
And speaking of being sick… the last two days were a little nightmarish for me. I had an upset stomach. That kinda did away with the five mile run this morning… so I was pretty bummed out about that.
Oh. If you ever get the chance watch the Beverly Hillbilllies. Yeah I know its about as ancient as the video camera but its funny. It reminds me of the Amish moving into the Taj Mahal or something.

Ok ttyl everyone,
conrad

Whistle through the willows.
Dance among the trees
Wave in rhythm with the grass
In a summer breeze.

Wrap the icy river
In your warm embrace
Feel your power on the wind
Blowing in my face

Billow in my sails
Give me wings to fly
Through the realm of twisted light
To reach into the sky.

Open up my mind
Searching the unknown.
Give me power of your light
Before the thunder’s grown

Find your rainbows end and
Seek what no one sees.
Sing with angel’s voices
Carried in the breeze.

IMAGNATION