tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38692634243169097942012-02-16T11:42:02.754-08:00Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12749671259402282369noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869263424316909794.post-63421265895360035242009-08-15T05:26:00.000-07:002009-08-15T05:28:29.208-07:00why are you always asleep. <br /><br />sleep when you're dead.<br /><br />die when you're old<br /><br />cause i wanna keep yous around<br /><br />:)<br />:(<br />i dont wanna leave indio<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869263424316909794-6342126589536003524?l=johnsoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12749671259402282369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869263424316909794.post-76325156093773589912009-05-20T11:58:00.000-07:002009-05-20T12:03:26.073-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScPO_ZvBR2Q/ShRTkKYj1BI/AAAAAAAAAA8/uYDhiuVn4kU/s1600-h/byron"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337983339068642322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 345px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScPO_ZvBR2Q/ShRTkKYj1BI/AAAAAAAAAA8/uYDhiuVn4kU/s320/byron" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;">THERE is a pleasure in the pathless woods,<br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;">There is a rapture on the lonely shore,</span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;">There is society,where none intrudes,</span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;">By the deep sea, and music in its roar:</span></div><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I love not man the less, but Nature more,</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;">From these our interviews, in which I steal</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;">From all I may be, or have been before,</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;">To mingle with the Universe, and feel</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all concea</span>l</span>.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869263424316909794-7632515609377358991?l=johnsoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12749671259402282369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869263424316909794.post-45754411036813057132009-05-16T23:56:00.001-07:002009-05-16T23:56:26.337-07:00<span style="font-family:times new roman;">this is new.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869263424316909794-4575441103681305713?l=johnsoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12749671259402282369noreply@blogger.com0