Now, where was I? Oh yeah...

Nature covers all Her bases
The lives she gives are so austere
A Creature's only chance for survival is
The rules to which they must adhere

I think birds have life the hardest
Their only shelter's a rock or tree
Snow and wind and rain and ice
Only fragile wings to set them free

But whether bright with colour, drab with dirt
In rural forest or city street
Don't ever underestimate
The sharp clawed toes upon their feet

They embody tangible emotions
Without logic or rationale
And never question their existence
As either fulfilling or banal

Some change their partners, change their minds
A new liason every season
In an all-consuming courtship
Purely instinct without reason

Or in Faithfulness and Fortitude
Like a swan will mate for life
The royal and regal Albatross
Who will only ever take one wife

It's hard to find respect, just ask
The sharp eyed eagle on his crag
While contempt is all that ever greets
A dirty seagull or a shag

I don't think I want to be a bird
Cold and lonely in the night
There's not enough compensation
In the mere facility of flight.

~~ Give me ambiguity or give me something else. ~~

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Now, where was I? Oh yeah...

Jean Luc Picard is showing his age (..sigh..)

He used to be so yummy and bald and sexy in his early years on the bridge if the starship Enterprise. But tonight we watched "Star Trek - Nemesis" and for some reason all the old characters are looking uncharacteristically old...

But there was a new face that looked (intentionally) like a younger version of the once luscious Jean Luc, and he was yummmmmmmy (swoon)

I dyed my hair the other day.

It was supposed to be bright purple but it didn't come out that way, its more reddish purple. I don't think the purples like my hair, that's the second time it's come out reddish instead. Damn, that pisses me off. I wanted bright, bold, go-to-Hell purple.

Just cos I fancied it.

~~ "Make it so" - Jean Luc Picard ~~

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