The Scorched Soul Erotica...

(Found this in my mailbox...and the memories came flooding back...So good luck reading :) )   Growing up happens in a heartbeat. One day you're in diapers, the next day you're gone. But the memories of childhood stay with you for the long haul. I remember a place, a town, a house like a lot of other houses, a yard like a lot of other yards, on a street like a lot of other streets. And the thing is, after all these years, I still look back, with wonder     what would u do if i sang out of tune would u stand up & walk out on me? Lend me your ears & I’ll sing u a song & I’ll try not to sing out of key   Love can tear and rip you apart. It can kill you. But if you're lucky, it can put you back together...   When you are a little kid you are a bit of everything; Scientist, Philosopher, Artist. Sometimes it seems like growing up is giving these things up one at a time...   ...Children leave...and parents stay behind. Still,...

...well, not really. But comes pretty close though! From the music class back in school. Why do children's songs have to be so gruesome and ugly? Why did Quacky have to die!!! Anyways, download the shit here . ___________________________________________________________ Quacky the Duck Lyrics and music by Chris Jung. Sung by Godfrey Thomson. Verse 1 Quacky was a duck, and a little duck was he, with fuzzy yellow feathers, As cute as he could be. He lived on a pond down the road not far away, And when I’d go to see him, this is what he’d say: Chorus 1 Quack, quack, (quack, quack). It seemed he always knew the way that I was feeling, His love was always true. Quack, quack, (quack, quack). And when I was feeling sad, He always made me glad with a quack, (quack, quack). Verse 2 He was like my best friend, and after school or play, Quacky would be waiting To see me every day. I’d sit down beside him, and I’d give him a snack. I’d tell him all my secret...