Call on Me which the Saints surrounded's blog: "I did NOT vote for this guy!"

You look so dumb right now... Standing outside my house Trying to apologize You’re so ugly when you cry Please, just cut it out. Don’t tell me you’re sorry because you’re not. When I know you’re only sorry you got caught Grab your clothes and get gone - You better hurry up Before the sprinklers come on. "Girl, I love you, you’re the one" This just looks like a re-run PLEASE...what else is on? Oh, And the award for The Best Lie goes to you For making me believe That you could be faithful to me. Let's hear your speech. How about a round of applause? A standing ovation. But you put on quite a show. Really had me going. Now it’s time to go, Curtain’s finally closing That was quite a show - Very entertaining. But it’s over now - Go on and take a bow. It's over now.

----------------- Bulletin Message ----------------- From: Bart Date: Jun 3, 2008 11:27 AM

You cut off all of your fingers Trade them in for dollar bills Cake on some more make-up to Cover all those lines Wake up and stop shaking cause you're just wasting time Don't you want some of this? Don't you need some of this? You take but cannot be given You ride but cannot be ridden Pinch this tiny heart of mine Wrap it up in soiled twine You never read what you've written I'll be your lover, I'll be forever I'll be tomorrow, I am anything when I'm high Don't you want some of this? Don't you need some of this? You shove your hair down my throat I feel your fingers in me Tear this bitter fruit to mess Wrap it in your soiled dress Now you must spit out the seeds All dried up and tied up forever All fucked up and dead to the world

President Bush: "Peter. Are you going to ask that question with shades on?" Peter Wallsten of the Los Angeles Times: "I can take them off." Bush: "I'm interested in the shade look, seriously." Wallsten: "All right, I'll keep it, then." Bush: "For the viewers, there's no sun." Wallsten: "I guess it depends on your perspective." Bush: "Touche. --an exchange with legally blind reporter Peter Wallsten, to whom Bush later apologized, Washington, D.C., June 14, 2006

Whatsoever I've feared has Come to life Whatsoever I've fought off Became my life Just when every day Seemed to greet me with a smile Sunspots have faded And now I'm doing time Now I'm doing time Cause I fell on Black days I fell on Black days Whomsoever I've cured I've sickened now Whomsoever I've cradled I've put you down I'm a search-light soul they say But I can't see it in the night I'm only faking When I get it right When I get it right Cause I fell on Black days I fell on Black days How would I know That this could be my fate How would I know That this could be my fate So what you wanted to see good Has made you blind And what you wanted to be yours Has made it mine So don't you lock up something That you wanted to see fly Hands are for shaking No not tying No not tying I sure don't mind a change I sure don't mind a change Yeah, I sure don't mind I sure don't mind a change I sure don't mind a change But I fell on black days I fell on black days How would I know That this could be my fate How would I know That this could be my fate How would I know That this could be my fate How would I know That this could be my fate I sure don't mind a change

She gets up, thougts of last nite still linger on her skin, within her core. It's just what she needed to make it through, but was it just a fix? No time to wonder, it's off into the corporate world to make a living.. Which she does. She's been told she is the only one known that can squeeze a dime out of a penny. Should this make her proud? She doesn't know, but it does. Time to go home, she decides a nice bottle of Reisling, Pinot or Viognier sounds good on the way home, but what would it pair with? She knows, WHO it would pair with! She stops at the LS, chooses and goes home... home, isn't that where the heart is? Words crowd her head, too many thoughts come too fast. She's told she thinks too much, but how do you stop thoughts for gawdsake! So she continues. Moving through the house methodically, she can still smell last nite, is it a real smell, or just an incredible memory? Can we hit replay? Nah, no time machine anywhere... She will have to work on that one. She writes, she thinks, she thinks and writes some more. Even she is unable to know of the unfoldings of the hours ahead... For her. But evermore, she takes it as it comes. I wonder if someone will read this? Prolly, but, does it matter.. Not really...

You people have been chosen... ...to reveal our existence to the world. You will witness what happens here today, and you will tell of it later. - All eyes to the front. - Now you will recieve us. We do not ask for your poor, or your hungry. We do not want your tired and sick. It is your corrupt we claim. It is your evil that will be sucked by us. With every breath we shall hunt them down. Each day we will spill their blood till it rains down from the skies. Do not kill! Do not rape! Do not steal! These are principles which every man of every faith can embrace. These are not polite suggestions. These are cause of behavior. And those of you that ignore them will pay the dearest cost. There are varying degrees of evil. We urge you lesser forms of filth... ...not to push the bounds and cross over... ..into true corruption, into our domain. But if you do... ...one day you will look behind you and you will see we three. And on that day you will repend! And we will send you towards ever god, you wish.