i dreamt i saw you walking
up a hillside in the snow
casting shadows on the winter sky
as you stood there counting crows
one for sorrow, two for joy,
three for girls, and four for boys,
five for silver, six for gold, and
seven for a secret never to be told

there's a bird that nests inside you
sleeping underneath your skin
when you open up your wings to speak
i wish you'd let me in

from "a murder of one" ~ counting crows
DO IT FOR THE BOOBS!

hey, everybody - here is something good to do (cause we all should do SOMETHING good, once in a while).

this is something near and dear to my heart, and probably yours, too.

Boobs. it's all about the boobs.

we spend countless hours waiting for them to show up, wondering what took them so long, agonizing over how big they'll be, and fighting our mom for a bra in a color other than white. Once they show up, they hang about, causing stupidity in boys, jealousy and envy in girls, and make our dads alternately treat us like lepers or treasure everyone wants to steal. later, they catch all the wrong attention, some of the right attention, bring us pleasure, give us something to decorate, occasionally nourish our children, and are still never the right size. The amazons chopped them, men practically worship them and they come in handy when you have a sleepy kid who needs a place to rest his head.

help support the people who take care of them:
Marn is going to "Jog For The Jugs, Race For The Rack, March For The Melons, Hike For The Hooters" and needs a few supporters.

sign up to donate a little something!

i sent $10, but you can donate any amount at all, every cent helps.

DO IT FOR THE BOOBS!


2 people like the Boobs!

confessed on Tuesday, Aug. 19, 2003