
That’s the trouble with innocents. They aren’t innocent of doing, just of knowing what they’re doing.

That’s the trouble with innocents. They aren’t innocent of doing, just of knowing what they’re doing.

Sing me a love song in a slow, southern drawl to the tune of a sunny day…
The orchestra of the world plays the familiar melodies again and again, and the old folks stand around and tap their feet while the young ones dance.













One must still have chaos in oneself to be able to give birth to a dancing star.
If onlys and justs were candies and nuts, then everyday would be Erntedankfest.











Nations around the world
reeling from this morning’s announcement…
…possibly the most significant event
in recent history.
We repeat, God exists,
and he is American.













– Southern Panhandle Slang


































And I’m gonna cut that tail.




