And in the end, the love take is equal to the love you made Sent from my iPad
On Nov 28, 2010, at 23:05, LJT <[email protected]> wrote: > last thing i remember i was running for the door > i had to find the passage back to the place i was before > > Lucinda > C-4,5 complete > July 31, '05 > Mpls., MN > > > > --- On Sun, 11/28/10, Eric W Rudd <[email protected]> wrote: > > From: Eric W Rudd <[email protected]> > Subject: Re: [QUAD-L] Where would i be w/o music? > To: "Q-List" <[email protected]> > Date: Sunday, November 28, 2010, 7:45 PM > > Mirrors on the ceiling, > The pink champagne on ice > And she said ’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’ > And in the master’s chambers, > They gathered for the feast > The stab it with their steely knives, > But they just can’t kill the beast > > Eric W Rudd > [email protected] > ----- Original Message ----- > From: Lori Michaelson > To: Eric W Rudd > Sent: Sunday, November 28, 2010 7:21 PM > Subject: Re: [QUAD-L] Where would i be w/o music? > > There is almost NOTHING that makes me feel better than when I am listening to > my favorite tunes. > > Carry on my wayward son... > > Lori > > On Sun, Nov 28, 2010 at 5:53 PM, Eric W Rudd <[email protected]> wrote: > Once I rose above the noise and confusion > Just to get a glimpse beyond the illusion > I was soaring ever higher, but I flew too high > Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man > Though my mind could think I still was a mad man > I hear the voices when I'm dreamin', > I can hear them say > > Eric W Rudd > [email protected] > > > > -- > Lori > Age - 46 > C4/5 complete quad, 31 years post > Tucson, AZ >
