I sat here to come up with a social commentary or an observation on the way things are as opposed to how they should be. But I find I have nothing to say. I am thoughtless. Or at least I can not put a cohesive string of thought here to make said commentary at this time. I could talk about how things are progressing at work, or how the bowling leagues are winding down and summer is just around the corner. Obvious and uninteresting stuff. But I really have nothing of value to add at this time. I apologize for the let down, and I will endeavor to be interesting in the future.
Pointless thread possibilities:
I mowed the yard for the first time...
I took the car through the car-wash the other day...
My shelf making project backfired and I need to de-construct and reconstruct...
One day looks and seems like any other in an endless stream of pattern and routine...
What is inspiration, and how do you get it, keep it, use it?
If you're rescuing me, who's rescuing you?
Is there nothing I can say 
Nothing I can do 
To change your mind 
I'm so in love with you 
You're too deep in 
You can't get out 
You're just a poor girl in a rich man's house 
Yeah, baby, I'm crying over you 

Don't you know promises were never made to keep? 
Just like the night, dissolve in sleep 
I'll be your savior, steadfast and true 
I'll come to your emotional rescue 
I'll come to your emotional rescue 

Yeah, the other night, crying 
Crying baby, yeah I'm crying 
Yeah I'm like a child baby 
I'm like a child baby 
Child yeah, I'm like a child, like a child 
Like a child 

You think you're one of a special breed 
You think that you're his pet Pekinese 
I'll be your savior, steadfast and true 
I'll come to your emotional rescue 
I'll come to your emotional rescue 

I was dreaming last night 
Last night I was dreaming 
How you'd be mine, but I was crying 
Like a child, yeah, I was crying 
Crying like a child 
You will be mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, all mine 
You could be mine, could be mine 
Be mine, all mine 

I come to you, so silent in the night 
So stealthy, so animal quiet 
I'll be your savior, steadfast and true 
I'll come to your emotional rescue 
I'll come to your emotional rescue 

Yeah, you should be mine, mine, whew 
Yes, you could be mine 
Tonight and every night 
I will be your knight in shining armour 
Coming to your emotional rescue 
You will be mine, you will be mine, all mine 
You will be mine, you will be mine, all mine 
I will be your knight in shining armour 
Riding across the desert with a fine Arab charger
Snort that Keith.
Chuck Pace © 2007
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