Breath our scents, walk our landscape, hear our melodic dialects, delight in our savory morsels, touch each rich texture, and the southern essence remains a mystery. The ethereal south, unfathomable to the five senses, lives in the heart. If you believe in magic, and can survive the devastating passions of an open heart, just possibly, you stand a chance of living a moment as a southerner. Most people aren't brave enough to be southerners, even the ones that are.

Friday, August 04, 2006

Some People...

Some people dunno from shinola, politics.
Some people think they are so damn smart that nobody else gets it.
Some people dunno the meaning of the word honor.
Some people think that flying high is a place they can live permanently.
Some people dunno that history has already proven them to be masked idiots.
Some people think they can take it or leave it.
Some people dunno making splash gets the attention of creatures of the deep.

Maybe it's time some people learn a lesson.

Nothing personal; understand, strictly bidnez.



People who play with the lives of other's so easily become game pieces, even here, beneath the Carolina moon.

Dread
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