Classical Faerie-Princess Music To Dress-Up To

[MAC]

Little Girls.
They pick flowers.
Chase butterflies.
Dance when no ones looking.
Hug their dolls the wasy they want to be hugged.
So sweet..
So loving..
So special..

So what happens to you gals when you get older?

Any closet butterfly chasers out there, ladies?

Where does the little girl go?


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Don't shake the devil's hand and say you're only kidding.

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[Rabble Rouser]

I don't think I ever was a little girl.

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"We must put an end to this. We've seen enough body bags and ballsacks." - Henry Kissinger

[skalie]

Another happy daddy thread, with luck Kol will get a nice story in before Facepaint chimes in with a 'how I wacked someone over the head with a tire-iron' ditty.

[Buddha's Penis!]

that's true, mac. even now i have the little-boy thrill in simple destruction and machinery and explosions. if i see a gun i'm going to reverently play with it, despite not liking gun issues in a political sense. i still like cartoons and chocolate cereals and thinking about having super-powers.
shit. now i want to ride a bike to the park and climb trees.


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you don't know anything until you know everything.

[Flit]

<BLOCKQUOTE><HR>Originally posted by theMAC:
So what happens to you gals when you get older?

Any closet butterfly chasers out there, ladies?

Where does the little girl go?[/quote]

I wish I knew...my daughter is almost 4 and she is just like that...carefree and energetic and interested in the world. I have all I can do just to get out of bed in the morning.

[FallenAngel]

<BLOCKQUOTE><HR>Originally posted by theMAC:
Little Girls.
They pick flowers.
Chase butterflies.
Dance when no ones looking.
Hug their dolls the wasy they want to be hugged.
So sweet..
So loving..
So special..

So what happens to you gals when you get older?

Any closet butterfly chasers out there, ladies?

Where does the little girl go?


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hmmm
i never picked flowers, I didnt chase butterflies and i've never been able to dance with or with out ppl looking ... and the closest dolls i came to were my sisters when i dis-assembled them.

i DID however, climb trees, collect frogs, get into fights ( i punch a 8 yrs olds tooth out when i was seven, yes im proud). I tended to be dirty alot .... and when no one was looking i was prolly trying to sneak into my dads tool chest.

given all that .... *checks her panties* yes im still a girl http://www.thehypertribe.net/ubb/biggrin.gif i just redefined it a little http://www.thehypertribe.net/ubb/wink.gif
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And one time at band camp...

[Rabble Rouser]

I guess I was girly in some respect. My best friend when I was little and I used to ride horses and play in the woods and pretend to be princesses and warriors and all that fun stuff. I feel like doing that right now...I guess listening to Blind Guardian will do that to you... http://www.thehypertribe.net/ubb/smile.gif

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"We must put an end to this. We've seen enough body bags and ballsacks." - Henry Kissinger

[Koliedrus]

I could spend the entire day on this one. In fact, I've avoided it for that very reason.

Now I'm here, so here I go.

Before I became a Dad, I couldn't picture myself as ever being one. The fear of the enourmous responsibility associated with adding someone else to my family of two was balanced by the pictures of my little girl still in her mother's womb.

Her heartbeat was music. I was wrapped around her finger even before her eyes saw sunlight.

As Mrs. Kol's contractions came close together, I began to realize just how much my life was about to change.

I thought I was ready.

I had no idea (http://www.geocities.com/koliedrus/sprat1mix.jpg) I could feel what I do for another person.

I'm still completely wrapped. The feeling is so wonderful we tried again. Now I have a son and I am blissfully overwhelmed.

One day, I'm sure, she will break my heart when she falls in love. Until then, butterflies and rainbows show up regularly when she points them out to me.

There. Now you can bash heads and act the fool if need be.



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Rabble is taxing my brain.

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[Cruise Director]

So was I once myself a swinger of birches.
And so I dream of going back to be.
It's when I'm weary of considerations,
And life is too much like a pathless wood
Where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs
Broken across it, and one eye is weeping
From a twig's having lashed across it open.
I'd like to get away from earth awhile
And then come back to it and begin over.
May no fate willfully misunderstand me
And half grant what I wish and snatch me away
Not to return. Earth's the right place for love:
I don't know where it's likely to go better.
I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree
And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk
Toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more,
But dipped its top and set me down again.
That would be good both going and coming back.
One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.













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When I become World Dictator...HEADS WILL ROLL !!!!