Some one take me gar bar dancing....On the surface simplicity, but the darkest pitt in me, is pagan poetry.I am queen of the re-re's and damn proud. Satan rejected my soulHe knows my kind He wont be dragged downHes seen my face around He knows heaven doesnt seemTo be my home So I must findSomewhere else to go So I must findSomewhere else to goSo, take it - please Its freeYoull never see, Youll never seeAll the fun in life its cost meSatan rejected my soulAs low as he goes He never quite goes this lowHes seen my face around He knows heaven doesnt seemTo be my home So I must findSomewhere else to go So I must findSomewhere else to go So, take it pleaseIts really sly Come on, come on, ahCome on, come on, come onTake it please Its really slyCome on, come on, ah Come on, come on, come onCall me in Pull me in, call me inCome on, come on, oh Come on, come on, come onPull me in, pull me in Call me in, haul me in, pull me inCome on, come on, ah Come on, come onLa la la la laOh ... words of Morrissey.Pardon any typos. I find myself in California because my mom who was diagnosed with stage 4 (advanced) liver and lung cancer in May, recently passed this November. I went to Hellrizona where my mother was located at the time of the diagnosis to help her and hopefully move back to California where the rest of our clan resides, which I did on October 12th. One month and three days after our arrival to Calirfonia and after seeing all her brothers and sisters my other stop putting up the fight and died in her sleep. I miss her and love with every fiber that is in me, but there is a wieght lifted from heart in knowning that she is no longer suffering. This woman was loved and is missed by many, she was and is my sacred heart of hearts and who knows how many others feel the same as I do. Now its time to pick up the pieces and go on with life with out her to witness my happenings to come.