One Halloween Knight in 1864 a women in her 20's was murder during a halloween masquerade party,A man was seen wearing a black suit with a black mask that covers your eyes,His eyes was dreaming was so heavenly green mix with blue but he wasn't what you think.The woman that he murder her name was rosemary bethany she had long blonde hair and she was last seen wearing a blue fluffy dress she had a crowd on her head.The man in the suit had follow her in the alleyway,she was with her boyfrishe sawed him he end but he had too get something that he left at the party.He told wait right here,Ask the man in the suit was watching her,he made a noise its sound like a bottle.Rosemary turn her head real fast"she asked hello but nobody didn't said nothing "rosemary was unease about being in the alleyway so she about to walked back to the party.The man in the suit moved back a little so she won't see him but then something spooked her"she sawed this white gloved and a shadow of a leg in a dark corner rosemary moved back slowly very slowly.The man in the suit knew that she sawed him"he whisper something to her,it's was a scary nursery rhyme that he made up.He said hollow hollow ween i'm the man in the suit don't run don't hide cause i'm about to kill you.As he scream out to say that the man in the suit came running out with a sharp knife very pointing,,Rosemary had turned around so she run but she had fell on the ground she was so scared she couldn't evening scream.The man in the suit came to her and started stabbing her about 27 times and then lift her head up and slice her throat rosemary was dead.After the 8 stabbed wound.The man in the suit had got up and looking down at her laying there in a pal of blood,he took out his napkins so he can whip the blood off his knife, he turned around and away from her.The man in the suit had disappear in the fog as till this day nobody doesn't know who killed rosemary on Halloween in 1864.

The feeling comes back, only stronger, like water before its boiling point. I´m consolidated with no remaining hope of getting out. My head hurts, I don´t feel myself anymore; just the pain, the anger and something I thought I would never feel; powerless. For the first time in my life there is no way out. Nowhere to run to, no one to rely on. "Emotionally unavailable" people have always been for me a childish portrayal romatic comedies use to make the protagonist appear unattainable and therefore more desirable for the -mentally not entirely healthy- female audience. Now I´m asking myself how to become unattached from people, how to create a barrier between myself and the outer world, how to back away completely from the uncontrollable and unchangeable realities of life. In simple words, hot to stop feeling in order to stop the pain.

“Location of oneself is the present and all other remaining places have dived inside the deeper parts of the past of all” That is to say- Our home planet is present before us, likewise just at this time it is again submerged into the depth or the past from another place of space. In or under the circumstances- We are looking in the evolution, at this events or moment, everything has creation yet same event or very moment, from the borders on the spiritual or past from 14 billion light years is nothing creation in the universe through that unopened or contracted. Again: at this events or very moment- In the evolution, see reverse picture from the contracted location i.e. same event or very moment; someone looking contracted is on our location. Hence, we can take the decisions- both location are same, one site or lifetime Universe, big Universe between evolutions, out of evolution is infinitesimal Universe. History of the Universe or case is Early & Copy such like- Digital CD i.e. Digital Universe http://twitpic.com/4cjmuq see a-DEMO- Brief History of Universe.

Albert Einstein said that “Imagination is more important than knowledge” but I am looking not only that: See my topics at http://shahidurrahmansikder.wordpress.com/2010/01/04/27/ Yes! I am looking- All the visible things of the real world are comparable to the imagination of Nature of absolute space in absolute dimension i.e. in everything of the Nature’s plan is the play of imagination. In this circumstance: We are mankind, we have sharp imagination power and ultimate result of my imagination power- I am looking- “In full Power of Imagination is the result of Nature” See at http://shahidurrahmansikder.wordpress.com/2011/09/08/imagination-power-nature/

With due respect, I would like to stress upon viz. request your esteemed organization to exactly evaluate and uphold the sketch of the present universe in the midst of mankind of the Universe. There is no denying the fact that it is possible to feel or assess it through the depth of our brain and nothing else i.e. no other means. Hence, it is crystal clear that our very brain is the only Sample of the Universe http://t.co/iyMlT3r or specimen or allegory of the Universe http://twitpic.com/5qnvpa Again, we can take the decision that our Universe is early & Copy such like- Digital CD i.e. Digital Universe http://174.36.58.224/4cjmuq found a-DEMO, Brief History of the Universe.

There is not a person in the world who doesn't need encouragement. We all need someone to support us to give us a hug and tell us that we are doing a great job and that we are going to make it. But far to often many people don't get the encouragement that they need and so they feel bad and feel alone. If you could visit a site where you can be encouraged would you visit it? If you are like me I believe you would, so I invite you to check this site out, the name of the site says it all. But it is full of so much more, the words inspire you and the discussions will help you with everyday things that you and I come across. Please after you visited it leave a note to say you was there, but if you prefer not to that is okay. We just glad you dropped by.

I believe the memories of human beings are way more important that we think and play a very important role in our lives. I think the main reason of depression is the lack of memories -good or bad-. I like to think that the part of our brain that controls memories is like a slide projector machine. People only remember the exciting things that happen to them and they don’t remember routine things and usual expected things. Every exciting memory we have is like a slide that enter to the slide box. I believe that people with a lot of “slides” cant get depressed unless of course something genetic or something very sad happens to them. You never see people ,even if their life is hard, depressed if they have a lot of exciting things going on with their life and when I say exciting I don’t mean good exciting I also mean bad exciting (whatever that means) maybe their is another word for it but clearly I don’t know it. To explain bad exciting, getting into a fight, break up with a girlfriend, break your arm but of course when this things happen not in a regular basis, remember exciting = anything unusual for the person something that’s not happening regularly. I think it must be all peoples purpose to add more slides to the slide box and that means we must try new thing every time we get a chance even maybe if they sound boring a bad or even horrible. I think this theory explains why all this rich people are depressed, the answer is that nothing exciting ever happens to their life and can use their money to get to the destination without travelling the path that maybe most of the times sounds good but the memories are about the path and not the destination. A lot of people have everything a man can want and they are depressed and people ask ‘how can they be depressed they have everything friends money a good life people that loves them’ but that’s not enough, if your slide box has only a few slides inside then you have a poor slide show. Obviously if a bad exciting thing occurs a person maybe will be sad for a while but in general I think a lot of memories = happy person, unless of course bad thing happen constantly. My point is that every people should try and add as much slides to the slide box as possible and have as many experiences as possible and that includes the bad ones

reality is not real but that fact is not relevant If we can be alive or dead how do we know which state we are currently in There is no box

TO BE A MAN IS NOT EASY,BUT TO BE A MILLIONIARE IS EASY.

TO BE A MAN IS NOT EASY,BUT TO BE A MILLIONIARE IS EASY.

life to me is always a color base on a mood. everyone should smile even if its a lie, because sometimes even a lie can make the world a better place. If i was a color, today i would be purple. Try everything once, and if you cant then who are you to judge because it just might turn out that its somethin you really enjoy. money is an object in which you can in fact by happiness. how far would you go for the one you truly love? EVERYTHING happens for a reason, something bad happened to you and even though you have never met this person in your life, something good may have happened to them thanks to your misfortune. something good happened to you and even though this person has never met you before in there life, something horrible may have come from your good fortune.

What is like looking through my eyes? Interesting question. Well, sometimes i see nothing but hopelessness. All the terrible things happening around me in the world just get me down. Dissapointment, discοuragement, prevention from what i want. It's like everyone has turned into a zombie, but these zombies are different. They also feed from each other. And i have to try hard to remain myself. It would be easier if i just surrender and become one off them. But i can' t do that. That' s the point where i see hope. If i manage to retain myself, my soul and my thoughts and have my eyes open, then i might regnozise someone else like me. Someone who has not become a zombie and who thinks like me. And together we' ll find a third person and then maybe we will find more and more people like us. Humans, with respect for each other. Because that is all it takes. Respect for each other.

you know when we expect too much from others we get our selves hurt in return

sohanpur bazar,deoria,uttar pradesh of shri shivanand srivastava and shri panchanan srivastava

For me, whether God exists or not doesn't matter. I suppose I consider myself a Humanist more than anything and I try to stick mostly to that. I won't usually argue against the existence of some divine being but I do feel there is a lack of evidence. Regardless, I simply don't feel that any sort of confirmed existence on their part would have any effect on how I choose to live my life. As for my "beliefs", I see myself as having a responsibility to be a positive influence on my personal community and the world as a whole. I feel that "immortality" is best obtained through leaving a legacy behind of compassion and support for my fellow man and this planet that we all live on. The only thing I care about is leaving the world a better place through my own personal actions than it was when I first entered into it. If I arrive at the gates of "Heaven" and am denied entry solely on the grounds that I wouldn't acknowledge whatever God turns out to be the real one despite the fact I put every effort into living what would be a "good life" by any sane social standards, then so be it. I will accept whatever fate is to come knowing that I lived a life that I can be proud of regardless.

I was thinking the other day, that people mostly fall in love impulsively. More impulsively the younger they are. It is like tossing a coin and calling 'heads' or 'tails' while the coin is still spinning. Then I remembered something about mathematics I heard once; that if you call 'heads' everytime a coin is thrown, and the coin lands 'tails' six times in a row, is it more likely to land 'heads' the seventh toss? NO! The odds are still only 50/50. I think that somehow explains.. everything!

Hello. I am a boy in my early teens living in Pakistan. As some of you may know that we are fighting the taliban who are on the Afghanistan border.I once saw a news report on CNN, telling that a soldier of America was killed. He had been given a grand funeral, but his mother had filed a complaint to the authorities that one letter of his name was different and that this was an insult. The name was not told. That got me to thinking. That soldier had been given a funeral but what about the innocent civilians blown to shred by the American drone attacks. Drone attacks are very uncommon, a commander only orders a drone strike in desperate conditions. The situation is reverse in Pakistan. I would read about innocent civilians being killed by drone strikes almost every day.

Who came up with the slogan " The sky is the limit" when there are footprints on the moon!

There is no way to go Life is strange! Ekin Let your contemplation be endowed with this prayer. There is no way to go. There is nowhere to go. There is no one to go. Myriads of paths to traverse to the translunary home. There seems be no way to escape from this callous dome. The manifestations has you this ignorable captious vain. Your acquiesce and consent for heeding the vacuity to gain. Getting swayed away with the caravan shackled in chain. Acrimonious is the draught waiting for the lapful rain. Abroach and transient is the invitation to accept. Ready you never were for ademption of this addle concept. Deafened were your ears to hear the serenade of the divine concept. Wearing a veil of oblivion and expecting a clarity and candour Now a sentinel over your sentience for sepsis to be more. Buried you are Ekin in your sepulcher to be transfused. You have ignored the ablution enough which was not to miss. You were never acephalous to burn yourself in the alcove of bliss. This would not have been a transgress, had you chanced. You are no exception sitting on a caldera to be pranced. Senility is prodding you now hinting you a valediction now. The Valhala was never distant with its distinct frou-frou. If there is now way Ekin- jump out of the fen at once. You have enjoyed more than enough of foreordained falsity. Bow down before yourself Ekin and let it go. You know the friend now that which was once a foe. There is no way to go. There is nowhere to go. There is no one to go. Ekin 21/02/2010

Life is not always what it seems like, at times you see's a very fat, guy and this thinking comes to mind 'wow! he eats a lot....now knowing that sickness also causes people to get sollen up.Think before you act.

I had never tried to teach my father how children are to be made. Maybe that is my greatest fault. Do I really need to be human for to post here? Is that not an animal discrimination?

Insights About Life Life runs in pairs. There are pefect pairs: we got two eyes, two ears, two legs (animals have four-two pairs) and two arms. There are also complimentary pairs: male & female, sun and moon, life and death, night and day, happines & sadness, sweet & sour, light & darkness, left & right, up and down, construction & destruction, positive and negative. But sometimes life isn't always perfect at all. We may have those perfect pairs in life but we may not have our share of the good elements of life's complimentary pairs. Sometimes, we're all alone, it's always dark, we don't see the sun, we're sad, relationships are sour, we're right but we're down, there's a lot of negativity. When things like these happens to us inevitably by chance, by accident, by carelessness or by environmental and social induction, we should picture ourselves as a mirror that reflects images of objects in the other direction. Mirror the negative to make it positive. Mirror downs to make it ups. Reflect your inner light to make it shine around you. Think of happy moments and happy thoughts when feeling sad. Look at your brighter side to see the sun by neglecting your dark side. When this happens, capture those reflected images and make it your own. Life would be better, I suppose. We decide our own fate. I did it!

Baseball is like opera. Its the same every time but for the differences in performance.

Life is quite vague to sum up, so maybe going smaller is the key. A day is a wonderful thing. Filling a day with culture (positive culture, not culture for the sake of culture), happy moments, grafting through work for the rewards at the end (but if you work at what you enjoy, it's more effort than work). Being kind, enjoying cheering someone else up. All the little things - drinking an ice cold glass of water, reading a chapter of Lord of the Rings. If I were to sum up life, I'd say that it is not short, but it is precious.

if god created man in his image does that mean everything man creates (i.e. nuclear weapons and mass destruction weapons) god created himself? and if so why would god want to kill or persecute humans?

I think at a certain age we realize that the world is corrupt. But there's no use in dwelling on the fact. Sometimes I only read the headlines in gruesome news stories. I don't even want to know the details because they just serve as further examples of how messed up we really are. (Variations on a theme)

lol hey whats. a trail of dribble and nonsense has led me somewhat of the way but i mainly see this is others. egoism and bignoting yourself seems to be the go of society. but the people who promote themselves are only a selection of mankind whos stupidity is seen. mainly because for some reason, they have managed to generate themselves a spotlight on a big or small scale, in their piece of society. but thats only a slice of what stupidity there is. then there's the half socially retard who get excited over stupid shit and like all kinds of people, mesh together in wonderful little social collection. naturally making them feel normal. but thats just another example stupidity. there is plenty more that could summed up in a few pouncey sentences. writing this and looking around at the dumbass dogshit that goes on around i guess somewhat in a semi-subconcious way makes me feel superior. my thoughts of the people around me and the way i percept them follow along the following lines: everybody is becomes more of a scumbag as they become more and more sucked into the trap of becoming an utter toolbag and just plain ugly on the inside. although the people i consider to be the most level headed, which are the selection of friends (selection because "yeh i pick my friends") i have chosen, have there flaws and are somewhat sucked into the bullshit cycle. but i guess i am a little too. its too hard to calculate and judge exactly how good, bad, fantastic, stupid or idiotic someone is according to my view. i just work from what ive seen adding on a day at a time. i also have to consider what is true stupidity. is stupidity what i view it? i like to think i have pretty good judgement of what's going on. most of the time anyways. my point of view doesn't mean shit, really. neither does yours. unless your base your opinion on mainstream threads and become a sheep and think what the majority thinks. because in the end majority rules. wait no that's wrong majority doesn't rule. because the majority are fucking stupid. the control is in the hands of those that enter and control the minds of the majority. which isn't too hard once you get the slightest grip. this isn't my real name but: -by Cobolt Kensignton

Raising Point:by-Dr.Ilham Qattan When I speak about women, about mothers, sisters, daughters, teachers and educators, I look into those pioneering women who strive to raise their young children. When I speak in particular about women in my homeland, Saudi Arabia, I have to explain briefly the miserable status they went through, how much they suffered, and then how they are living now, what they have attained so far, and what they are aiming for. To speak about those women, I should describe the sufferings of the people who were, and are still, restrained by strict cultural traditions, which are not impossible to amend and rectify under our present concepts, and in consideration of the attitude of the world around us. I should outline the graduate phases that Saudi women went through from the period before the unification of the kingdom until now, and what we are looking for at the moment. Let me outline these details in a story that my mother passed on to me from my granny and great granny, say around 150 years ago. My mother’s granny used to perform the duties of doing house work, collecting firewood, having and raising babies etc. and other duties which no one can deny were the duties of a woman at all times, and in all peoples on Earth. But how about her status within the family? Did she have a say on her rights and even on her destiny? The answer is obviously “no”, although our religion’s teachings are to give her freedom of choice. So, it was not a matter of religious beliefs, but rather of harsh traditions and domination by fathers in the past. Before unification of Saudi Arabia by the late King Abdul Aziz, our community suffered a lot from wrongful and unjust cultural traditions. I cannot deny that Saudi women are still suffering now, but the burden has been much lighter after unifying the Peninsula , establishing the Saudi State , and extending links with other cultures. However, is that enough!! to provide them with intellectual freedom and stability? King Abdul Aziz, together with his sons Saud, Faisal, Khaled, Fahad and the present King Abdullah have all strived to establish and consolidate the State Rules. Nobody can say that they ignored women’s rights, as they provided women with education and freedom within the framework of the Saudi culture. However, with the recent world developments, a further change has become inevitable, a change that can only happen on the intellectual level, because some unjust traditions do not even comply with our religious teachings. In my homeland, there are many stories told about unfair conduct by men, and laws which are unjust to women. In general, Arab men and not only Saudi men neglect the rights of women and see them as mere containers of stress relief. In my view, God created women to complement men and please them. So a man and a woman complement each other, and no one can be happy without the other. A new generation of good children would emerge from women who are caring, learned, and intellectually free from unjustified restrictions. I should pose some questions and invite your answers to them, knowing that my answers would not be welcomed by most of you. If a woman drives a car in my homeland, does this give an impression of a highly civilized country? Well, if she is allowed to drive a car, and even an aeroplane etc. what comes next? Does mixing male and female staff in offices, factories, hospitals etc. make us feel free and make our country look more civilized? If I uncover my hair and go out with full make-up and cosmetics, do I look more free or civilized? What difference does it make if a woman wears or doesn’t wear a headscarf, as long as her mind is not intellectually free?. I believe that we should strive for intellectual freedom in conformity with our religious belief, and not by bowing to harsh unjustified traditions. Our religion is a temperate belief, not a fundamentalist, Wahhabi or terrorist one. We should follow our Shariah and Sunnah which, when applied properly, would give us full intellectual freedom. This means that we should not over-react or exceed all boundaries by exercising chaotic freedom. We should take pride in being Saudi citizens, because in spite of all negative aspects, we are still much better than others. Our government needs all our efforts to overcome any problematic issues, and we should do our best to gain merit in our history and our civilization.

Today as a friend and I were driving back home from ATL, we hit a small patch of rain. Having nothing else to do i stared at the raid droplets rolling off the windows. I began to look at it in a different way. I noticed as the drops started some were very small while others were larger, and they all rolled towards the window seal on the car. Well as they rolled some would move slower, some faster, and some would grow larger by picking up other droplets on the window. I started looking at the water dropletes as if they were people heading towards a goal or something along that line. The larger ones where faster and normally hit their "goal", I looked at them as if they were the ones with the most determination. I viewed the ones that grew larger as the ones that had the most supporters and people to help them. Some took longer than others and i viewed them as the ones that took their time or just did it very casually. Some didn't make it all and i viewed them as the ones that didn't have the support or will to work towards their goals. I just figured I would share this with some people..maybe someone will enjoy it.

There are people around us who are going in direction they dont know or dont want to know and then there are people who are doing in the direction they want to go however dont reach there It is said that bounce back like a ball the harder it hits the ground the higher it goes after that however what if the ball gets cracked in the bounce would it be able to go higher after that it is the same case with humans as well they they fall they fell they are cracked after a fall in life which would be a failure in any form what they dont see is that the crack created by them is a illusion of the mind which the mind alone can change. every failure gives us a opportunity to perform better and to bury our mistakes Stories are good when told and listen are they even good when they are followed. There is a time in everyones life when he/she feels that everything is possible and nothing can go wrong it is this moment that needs to be capitalized just like a bad ball is hit by a batsmen for the maximum and in case he misses and hits a single he is disgusted not because he is out only because he has lost a good opportunity similar is the plight of a human he feels digusted by missing a opportunity however in his case he is so very disgusted that he gets out in the next ball due to not concentrating and thus misses other opportunities as well. To teach is easy to learn is also easy the tough part is to apply what is taught. What happens when you start following your dream and lose the way inbetween here by losing the way it means you only know one way and the road in which your dream is going. And then suddenly you realise that it is becoming impossible to contiune to follow and you also realise that just to follow this one dream you have lost your way in life and now stand at a point where there is no direction boards and no point of return. What do you do then do you take the courage and contiune to follow your dream still though your inner heart says it is useless or do you turn back and try to come back to your origin so you could take a different path or do you take a diversion from the point you are in and go in searh of your lost path. Fear comes with possesion as take this example you are travelling in a crowded public transport say a bus or a train and you dont hold any possesion with you like Gold or any huge amount of money and on the other hand there is a person who is having huge amount of gold and money in his suitcase and the one hour journey is through a wild jungle with beautiful senary on both sides. Now what is the state of mine of you and the other person and who would enjoy the journey more well ofcourse its you only because you dont have the fear of losing anything as you dont possess anything on the other hand the person with the suitcase would have all his eyes and mind fixed on the suitcase as he fears of losing it in the crowded bus. Now the journey is ended and all get down at their destination and who is happy now of course the person with the suitcase as he is happy of not losing his possession however how long is his happiness exist as he would have to travel every one and again with his possesion throught his life so what he is doing here is not enjoying the entire journey but feeling happy that the journey has come to an end well this is similar to what people do in life they fear their entire life and feel happy that their life has come to an end well life is not a exam you dont want to attend it is a play time which needs to be enjoyed before the bell rings. Life is like a moving bus which we start off with our loved ones we know as and when the bus of life moves we meet new people make friends with them and also bid farewell to others we knew before as their stopping are different than ours however a farewell is only to meet again as you the ones who have got down at stop A might just jump into the same bus at stop E which happens so very often in our life we again meet people who we doubt of never meeting again. Everyone likes a moving bus and no one would like a bus to be halted however what would you do if you owned a ferrari and had to go for a drive of 10 hours would you drive continously of course not as you would be more concerned of the ferrari as it might get a breakdown and stop inbetween to take some rest for the ferrari. Similar is the stopping of our life in the bus we do need them to move ahead what the stopping does is gives us time to plan the direction we wish to take from there onwards it also gives us time to have the pleasure and be happy about the distance we have already covered. You dont get a seat to sit all the time in a bus you might be required to stand as well which is painful similar to what we get in life as life is not a bed of roses however there are no roses without thorns and its ony due to the thorns that the rose is beautiful and soft. And just when we are started to feel tired there is suddenly a stop in which a person gets down giving you a opportunity to sit on his place. Similar is the way in life wherein we get opportunites only because someone is losing them or someone has reached his destination take the example of a job vacancy a vacancy arises only because someone has left the job so ones misery is others pleasure.

everyone is great but to be grater you have open your mine.

I eat worms.

what did you see when you saw me coming?

if God created man in his image then does that mean that whatever man creates (nuclear bombs ect...) are created in God's image as well?

Every particle, every thing we have ever seen, not seen, even who we are has all come from the same little blip from the nothing.

As I sit here, I listen to my puppy being picked on by my dad, my own conscious anxious to get high, and my inner soul screaming at me stop the madness, yet let it continue. I wonder aimlessly on this computer searching for new wisdom. So far, I have researched William James for the evening and his theories on religion. What have I really learned though? What inspiration have I gotten from reading the Father of Psychology's thoughts? Nothing. They were only true for him, not for me. So I sit here wondering about life. The scholars only have true life if they had friendship. We all only have life if we have friendship. Friends are the basis for our growing and our developing cognitive skills. Without another to share ourselves with, it is as though we become desolate and die with dispair. We all need a person to share our inner feelings and thoughts with. Perhaps this is the beauty of marriage and its symbollic nature here: we need to share ourselves with someone. That is all that life really and truly comes down to. A person is defined through their interactions with others. The more pleasing and thought provoking of an individual you can be, the better. Also, it is strange, quite strange that the attractive have on others. Outer beauty is supposed to be pressed down and ignored, often thought of as shallow, however, beautiful people are often the most easily followed, respected, and adored. Beauty is mysterious in this aspect of how we really truly need it. Making ourselves more physically beautiful should be a personal goal for all....After all, is it not so much simpler than expanding the mind and eating up collective amounts of bodies of knowledge?

Live life with no regret. Die with true happiness.

everyone can have an opinion; even if it's wrong.

doing homework and getting the job done is what i like to do and i like to keep going i love math i like games mostly cp games i think life is good as long as nothign to bad happens.

This is a rather unexpected website, isn't it? Refreshing in the extreme, though. Intuitive aims and such. To begin, I do not have a "job", nor do I ever desire to have one. I was awarded with three consecutive trips to the hospital in two months in light of the last one, and of course, those lovely inflated fees for common medical care. Truly, I have given it much thought, and I believe I'd much rather live "on the streets", so to speak, than waste away in wage slavery. It does depend on your perspective. I was extremely good at my last job. I was told by everyone that I was the "best employee there". My manager sobbed in the break room the morning she discovered I was quitting. I enjoy working hard, making use of myself. I will not tolerate unnecessary abuse, however. Although I will never willingly take a job unless the condition of a loved one depends upon it, (as I said, I can live in an impoverished condition, as long as I'm relatively free). I'm considering tutoring for the pleasure of it, but if it shows any indications of the insufferable "job-hierarchy" in which such abuse is standard policy, I'll leave the position as well. I enjoy my life immensely as it is now. My time is my own, which is of utmost importance to me. That is what the boss values most, your time, a commodity that only has so much shelf life; it can certainly never be replaced, only spent. I'm a writer, so I spend a good deal of my time writing, reading, contriving script in my head. I enjoy early morning baths, afternoon naps, evening walks. My time is my own. Of course, I am responsible for keeping the house relatively in order where I live. I was not implored to do so, but offered to, in the absence of a job. I cook, clean, maintain a certain neatness about the place, but I do it when I like, how I like. I enjoy being helpful and courteous, and do not need to be paid to do so. Nor do I need to be hounded, either. Those I live with joke that I am "the unpaid maid". But of course I am paid, not in money, but in shelter, food, living conditions, etc. I never ask for anything, coming from a seven member family in which you would gratefully take what you got, never wanting anything, concentrating on need. I am certainly grateful to have grown up in such an environment. Sometimes we didn't eat, sometimes our Christmases were meager in comparison to other kids, but we were happy, healthy, loved. Those are the most important aspects to any developement, not material obsession. I would enjoy some book recommendations, though. I do not watch television, so one can understand that I do not include myself in general conversation among peers in which such things are commonplace. I think I will devote a portion of my time learning to cook better. Hmmmm.... I do spend a great deal of my time thinking; it's such a pleasurable activity, even when revelations become painful, terrifying. Understanding what one fears helps to lessen it. I have good, solid ideas for two books, but I'm taking my time; as of now I've been writing poetry, which has been very wonderful, an absolute pleasure. That's what life should be, pleasure, although you wouldn't think I kept such a philosophy, to look at me. Many people are generally afraid of me whenever I go out. They do stare a great deal, become intrigued. Of course, that has always been my life situation, in which I was a relative curiosity to others. Sometimes such a condition saddens me; some people would rather admire me than share a friendship with me. I've had many stalkers, so I understand the general tricks they use. None of them were professional, fortunately for me :) The situation reminds me of a interview of Maya Angelou (terrific human being, I will admit, I do adore her) regarding her relationship with Dr. Martin Luther King. I quote: "It is very dangerous to make a person larger than life because, then, young men and women are tempted to believe, well, if he was that great, he's inaccessible, and I can never try to be that or emulate that or achieve that." I have always sensed the danger in the power others gave me, the pedestal they placed me upon. I never wanted it, but sometimes, for any sort of person, it can unavoidable, whether it is a little sibling who looks up to you, a friend, a crush, it's actually a quite common danger. One must learn to be careful about how they conduct themselves in regards to such individuals. No one should become so inaccessible, should ever regard themself so highly that they are not willing to reach out to others. Pride, ego, awful things can stem from them. I concentrate on my own often; if you can control your own sense of vanity, rather than allowing it to become a general reflex, you can become a better person. But you have to think, you have to ask yourself difficult, sometimes unanswerable, questions; you have to dissect and meddle within the soul. I'm not perfect, of course. When I was younger, I enjoyed such attention very much. Of course, when I was younger, I had a terrible case of cystic acne, which caused many people to reject and insult me at every chance. I couldn't walk down the street without some person (adults were, surprisingly, the worst) calling me "Monster, monster". At this point in my life, I soaked up any attention, because it felt like love, it felt like acceptance, even though it was never. Reminds me of a line of a poem I wrote, "attention whose shadow looked a lot like love"... Although for the past ten years I have experienced the most pain I could ever imagine, I am grateful for the experience. I can never look at anyone now and instantly, harshly, judge them based on petty notions. It's painful for me to even consider. I am even thankful for the first four years, which were the worst, the horror out of all ten. Eleven years old to fifteen, every day I only thought of ways to commit suicide, every night I cried until finally, I stopped crying, I stopped feeling, and I walked about like a general zombie for many years. Those years were very painful, but it is the least of what one can survive. I am much stronger now for them, resilient, and most important of all, understanding. Many people seem to lack compassion nowadays, as if they themselves were never in such a situation in which they badly needed it. Perhaps some of them have never been, not to some of the severity I have felt. I am hoping that people learn through their own pain just how awful it can be to inflict pain on others. I myself, have great difficulty, let's say, even gossiping. I can hardly stand being around people at times. The things they say, intended to hurt others, hurt me so badly that I needed to leave. The day is still young, the sun is illuminating. The day is whatever I wish it to be. Would you believe, that, by nature, I'm truly a pessimist? Perhaps this is simple happiness. I thank the website for this opportunity to speak my mind. It is much appreciated. People should truly do it more often.

I don't know what the fuck i'm doing. I sit in fantasy hour to hour,even if im surrounded by a bunch of people,at a party,in a crowded room with family,i'm always somewhere else,pondering those type of questions that no one can anwser certainly,i'm never aware of the moment,im always in fantasy,i don't know why,every fucking day seems so boring and depressing,i sit in sorrow watching the time go by,sometimes i remind myself to be happy,and then become,for a minute or two,then dose back into mourning,maybe i need to fucking get a life.Or maybe i dont get life.Or,maybe i'm just crazy. Maybe i have a mental disorder,or personality disorder,ha not many people would consider,because they dont get a chance,i never feel a heart to heart connection with anyone.I feel my family are a bunch of shitasses,maybe i am too haha,they havent done anything,they're not really dysfunctional,but for some reason i LOATHE them. I think about suicide,but am too much of a pussy to do it,ha otherwise i wouldnt be here on a goddamn bloody website writing things that dont make sense,or no one wants to hear,but writing is quite like a type of therapy to me. Sometimes i make a big deal out of life,unrealistic goals some people call them,making it big,becoming a star...sometimes i think life isnt such a big deal,its fake,and so what if i die,its all soo boring,but then i just dose straight back into dreaming,like wtf. Whoever's reading this,if anyone is bothering hahahah,or can even stand it,may realize that i may well be crazy,or just another idiot abusing the internet. I may be both.Life,and death are so boring,well i dont know that as a fact,but its what i feel,i hardly make any sense,common sense is sometimes valuable,no im not drunk,or high on drugs,maybe im already dead.

Hmm does anyone know a song its sung by a girl and its kinda technoey and i only remember some words: "something something dirty feeling, where do i go i can make my escape" i had a dream that i was at a party and i fell in a pool and that song was playing, sorry if there isn't enough info given. :S

Whats it like looking through my eyes? The world through my eyes is pretty much a huge place filled with a ton of smart people that can't seem to convince all the other people in the world to stop all of this mindlessness and violence. In my eyes, violence is one of the number one problems the world faces today. Theres numerous stories on the news every day about some violent act taking place. People these days use violence to take care of their problems. Violence is not the answer, people! Whatever happened to sitting down with whoever it is you are wanting to hurt/kill and just talking about it? Sure it sounds lame, but it beats the hell out of spending the rest of your life in jail for killing one of your friends over something stupid, right? I don't understand why people feel the need be violent. Sure, some people cant help it because of a mental disability or something along those lines and I can understand that. What I can't understand is this, the people who are able to control their actions still think they need to use violence to solve their problems. The world sickens me. Honestly, it does. All of this violence is just sick. Right now, as im writing this, someone, somewhere could be acting violent towards someone or something else. This wolrd is sick. End of story.

Whats it like looking through my eyes? The world through my eyes is pretty much a huge place filled with a ton of smart people that can't seem to convince all the other people in the world to stop all of this mindlessness and violence. In my eyes, violence is one of the number one problems the world faces today. Theres numerous stories on the news every day about some violent act taking place. People these days use violence to take care of their problems. Violence is not the answer, people! Whatever happened to sitting down with whoever it is you are wanting to hurt/kill and just talking about it? Sure it sounds lame, but it beats the hell out of spending the rest of your life in jail for killing one of your friends over something stupid, right? I don't understand why people feel the need be violent. Sure, some people cant help it because of a mental disability or something along those lines and I can understand that. What I can't understand is this, the people who are able to control their actions still think they need to use violence to solve their problems. The world sickens me. Honestly, it does. All of this violence is just sick. Right now, as im writing this, someone, somewhere could be acting violent towards someone or something else. This wolrd is sick. End of story.

Has anyone ever wondered why people eat eggs? I mean, in all honesty, someone...somewhere...at sometime decided one of two things: 1. I'm going to eat the next thing that comes out of that chicken; or 2. I wonder what that chicken's unborn baby would taste like scrambled or fried. Sick, utterly sick.

You should All switch to Christianity!!!!!!!!!!!!

This is something that I have come to believe as a farmer that all city folk should take as advice...

while reading a book that asked some very interesting questions an idea poopped into my mind: Birth is magic, life is truth and death is the ultimate illusion

if the government and society is programing us then why do we read statements saying that we are being programed? we are not being programed by society, society is being programed by us.

i do not have a personality because i realize that i have one.

Happiness is a choice.

This is naught but fleeting human contact. Both of us, lost in this great sea of information that is the world wide web, but for a moment... we're lost together. I wonder who you are.

Often times I wonder what this world is all about. It can't be just a place for coming in and going out. It surely can't be just a place for terrorists and crooks, or dirty rotten scoundrels who sell pornographic books. Our world was once a perfect place, a gift of love not war. And we still have the power, through grace, to make it like before. -Wiley, B.C.

Train of thought is no good without the thought of training on how one thinks

Everytime I look in a mirror I thought I saw everything about mr there was to know. So that's all I looked at for awhile then I thought there must be more to me then a face. So I locked my door, sat on my bed and began writng. I wrote everything that came to my mind and I discovered so much about me I was surprised about what ran through me. I suddenly saw things that worried me and things that I loved before me black and white. Here, on paper there was my whole life poured out. I read and read till I found every detail that I never knew. I found out more about myself that night than I had in everyother year in my life. I found that now I knew some dark and light things that I never knew I felt. That moment I began to really look with in myself and don't use my mirror to judge who I am anymore.

Ever Just been so bored- that u did a search on the internet and find this website-lol- anyway I was just wondering what bodom really is there is so much to do in life and yet I find that all people want to do is sit on there lazy ass's and watch Tv- now dnget me wrong my wife will tell you that I happen to spend to much time watching tv and not enough time cleaning the house-its just that people are letting the Tv come in the way of somthings- I remember when I was I kid I loved to spend so much time outside-building forts and messing with out bikes- its just that I dont think I see that to much anymore. to many big cities I guess-anyway I Just saying people- esp. you kids-get out there and do somthing besides watch Tv thats all I saying and then maybe you wont be bored- just enjoy life thats all I really have to say

If there's a storm, swim. and if you drown, at least you drowned knowing you were heading for shore

If there's a storm, swim. and if you drown, at least you drowned knowing you were heading for shore

it's not illegal unless you get caught

my teacher is really mean and hates me and today she was doing a demo and i was being a mute because everything i say is funny and then i get in trouble so i was standing still being quite and my friend laughed and my teacher told me i would get detention if it happened again and she laughed again so i had to get a drink(oh no lol)so i went into the locker room to get a drink and then i found out later that there was vandilism done in there and stuff stolen and stuff and now everyone thinks it is me. gay teacher. o and before in the same class some kid was like kelly ur on crack so idc but i wanted to get him in trouble so i told on him and the teacher said be quiet so i was like but he said i was on crack. and she was like fine get a lunch detention. gay wad. fu. o and mrs weden o god that is another story!

“AA” I sit awake Beneath An apathetic angel Cringing from the ceiling Atop a lighted tree, A ceramic face With molded Lips and Eyes And a certificate of authenticity. She will Always appear as she does now As she looks down To our earth From her “heaven": Serene. In the stead of Genocide & jamborees Sodomy & sweet 16s Maggots in apple pie Along with Littered lullabies, She is Serene. An apathetic angel Atop our tree, A degenerative Hell Too real And Too many.

I learned how to fly the day I attempted to jump at the ground and I missed; once one can control this action, one can gain the ability to fly.

My teacher Mrs.Weden has a really REALLY boring social studies class, what should I do???HELP

The Story of Valentino My co-worker and I have been trying VERY HARD for a week to find a home for a stray orange cat (Valentino)that we found at work -- the vet was getting restless and wanted it out by today or tomorrow -- we couldn't take it home since the cat is fe leuk positive and can't live with other cats -- and most cat people already have cat/s!!! SO... the co-worker walked into the kitchen about 2 hours ago and saw 2 people she hardly ever talks with -- and mentioned that we really need help with the cat -- and the bottom line is one of the people is taking the cat...!!!!He is a great person whose last cat lived 18 years -- he hadn't realized that the cat needed help so badly....SO -- Valentino is getting neutered right now at the vet and will go to his new home Monday -- and I am writing this to you about synchronicity today, right when you asked about it!!!

My favorite quote: "The past is an illusion. The future is present." D.L. Frazier. Do you know why it's my favorite quote? Because it's bull shit. Or is it? If you think that D.L. Frazier is some famous poet or historian, you might think that perhaps he has a point. If I told you that he is some kid I met at camp 2 years ago, and he said this while he was pissing on a frog, you might think a bit differently. Is something intelligent because an intelligent person said it? What defines an intelligent person? People assume that Albert Einstein is correct about everything because, "Well, he's ALBERT EINSTEIN! One of the greatest thinkers of all time!" Because he thought of a lot of stuff, and used big words that made him seem intelligent does not mean that he IS intelligent. Because thousands and thousands of people claim he is intelligent shouldn't mean jack shit to you. Becasue you are you, not those thousands and thousands of people. Have your own opinions. So read this quote. Don't just read it, contemplate it. Think for yourself for once. Dig deep, and come up with your own conclusions. I know what I think. Nothing is right or wrong. In this quote, or in the world. I don't know or have any reason to beleive the person who defined right and wrong, so how can I tell you what to believe or think?

When you think of the World, it seems normal. Usual. Not that exciting, nor too boring. Enough pollution to threaten politicians into making reassuring statements, but not enough for anyone to actually listen to them. Enough rapists and murderers to frighten you into carrying mace in your purse, but not enough for you to remember to bring your purse with you when you walk the dog. Enough violent and crude TV shows to make you forbid your children to watch them (to no success), but not enough for you to consult the media. Enough One Cup 30 Second Coffee Makers to make you shudder, but not enough for you to convince your friends that the fact that Atomic Clocks, Coffee Makers and Home Security Systems give you the heebie-jeebies does not mean that you are a booby. Eventually people will be saying, “Enough pollution to threaten the existence of all mankind, but not enough to destroy my refrigerator.” “Enough rapists and murderers to take the whole Western Hemisphere hostage, but not enough to effect my favorite program.” “Enough violent and crude TV shows to brain wash anyone who reads them, but I take the pills that they showed on the commercial between ‘Fifteen Ways To Commit Murder And Get Away With It’ and ‘100 Things To Use Instead Of Viagra’.” “Enough new technology so that you don’t even have to waste precious time wiping yourself, but not enough to quote-unquote, ‘help us evolve’.” Evolve? Has it occurred to anyone that we might have evolved enough? Maybe too much? Does anyone else cower at the thought that we might be the cause of our own downfall? Our own death? Does anyone else wonder what might be happening above our level of knowledge? Or beneath it? Does anyone else find the fact that you can get coffee or tea from a chunk of plastic the least bit disturbing? No one? I guess that I am alone on my quest. My antiexcesstechnologynopollutionthatencirclestheearthwithdeathandnomoreevoloutionthatleadstodestructionproawarenessoftherestofeverythingbesidesourownselfprofitiwillmakeyoufearhairdyeandsplenda quest. I’m not trying to make fear everything. That is not my goal. Yet. You need to look at things from a different point of view. From something not of this world. Do we really need coffee in less than 30 seconds? Why do we always rush to the finished product, always the next thing to do, the next thing, the next thing on my list, my endless list, my endless, worthless, needless list of things to do next. Next. Whatever happened to the joy of sitting by a warm fire, waiting for the water to boil, the satin scent of pine trees and sap, the moose droppings that stuck to your foot when you stepped in them earlier that morning are starting to heat up and the stench singes off all your nose hairs, it’s so strong, the sweet breeze carries some dust onto your leg and you wipe it off, gently, you peer up at the stars, oh the stars, there is no excess light in the way, only the stars and a few high tree tops, you hear a bird, a sparrow perhaps, the bird starts to bubble and spurt, bubble? oh look, you nearly forgot about the water you were boiling, but the wait was worth it. That moment when your mind had to concentrate on nothing ahead, nothing behind, just now. That moment when you can breathe in and enjoy the air that fills your lungs, enjoy the stars that swim in the sky, enjoy the dust between your toes, enjoy the Earth beneath your feet. Enjoy the Life. Life. That moment is the time that you connect to the Earth, connect to the Life. The Life that fills the air around us, the Life that swallows our existence. That moment when you realize the emotions of the Earth, the delicate beauty and the raging powers. That moment of Life. I know what you’re thinking: “Why didn’t she just wipe the moose droppings off on the grass? That sounds rather un-enjoyable. I quite like my nose hairs, thank you.” That’s not the point. But that is my point. My pointless point, dull as an ancient butter knife, scratching over and over at the same spot over and over weakly stretching back and forth, over and over, making no impression on your dull mind. Mind you, that’s not an insult, it’s just true. We figure nothing out on our own; our minds are useless, sticky piles of unnaturally gray matter. We have machines that search information for us, we have machines to entertain us, machines to work for us, machines to remember for us, machines to breathe for us, to live for us. We live in a technology based society. Technology that will lead to our downfall. We say that we need to move forward, to move forward, to move forward, nothing is good enough, never good. We never rest. Too much to do. The machines that keep us running never rest. Man invented machine so that he could have more time, more rest. Now the machines control man. We use them for everything. If some mysterious force wiped out all modern technology from this world, our society would crash. Common sense would crumble. No one would survive. Some loonies who think they could survive would try and attempt the treacheries. But without all their nifty gadgets, without their pocketknife, without a sub zero sleeping bag … they will die. And I will die laughing. It’s there. Before you. It’s not difficult to understand, to interpret. Not to sound morbid, but it’s true. It could not be more obvious. You had your chance, and if you choose to let it fly well … that’s your choice. Our world is like a poorly written science fiction novel. The plot is so predictable, and you know how it’s going to end before you finish the third chapter. So now I shut the book.

I have learned that to become best at something, you must be working with it at all times. Michael Jordan said that he became good with basketball because the game stopped for hime. He wasnt on drugs or anything, he was just continuously in the 'moment'. I have realized that to be the best at something, you must love it. You must breathe it and carry it, you must eat and see it. It seems like a lot but hey, if youre willing to do that much to be the best at something, then you deserve to be the best. Things dont come for free, and if it does, its not worth having. Everything worth having has a price.

The world is a happy place where violence only takes place on "24". I wish.

my friends laughed at me when i said this in the zoo one day but it is auctealy quite ponderable---> if we(humans) are hungary we can just go to the fridge or the shop and buy food..but birds cant,they must rely on people throwing away food! what if people DONT throw ayay food!! what would happen..because they cant go to the shop and buy some. they would be reely hungry. poor tings

Strange things happens too many times to be just an occasion

My name is Miyoko and i have never really been through a really super fucking hard time, but i have been through a very scare experiance with my best friend. Wendy and I are the type of kids to like to take bike rides on nice sunny days, well we had nothing better to do and we decied to ride through the ABA (athiest baptist asocison(SPL?)) Well we where sitting down at the beach talking about how school is starting soon and we watched the leaves fall. And it started to get dark, being the immature kids we are we stayed for longer, family was gone so we wouldnt get in trouble. We heard gun shots because hunting sesaon was beginning. we stared to ride when all of a sudden we heard a scream and a gun shot. Then, silence. Scared shitless we rode our asses home as fast as we could on our way down the back rode i hit something very very hard. I hopped off my bike and saw it was a woman there was no blood or anything. I figured she got wasted and past out. Wendy started to freak and a big old man who was going bald, and was very ugly looked at us and then the lady, He gave us a death glare and said "What the fuck are you to staring at?" We wew too scared to say anything. "Well?" the guy yelled he had a southern accent with made him more creepy. We studderd for a bit "If you bitches say one fucking god damn word I will find you and kill you." Our eyes got big "Now go home." we couldent move. "GO GOD DAMNIT WHAT ARE U FUCKING DOGS?" we grabbed our bikes and rode off. (I hope you know i made this up lol.)

My name is Miyoko and i have never really been through a really super fucking hard time, but i have been through a very scare experiance with my best friend. Wendy and I are the type of kids to like to take bike rides on nice sunny days, well we had nothing better to do and we decied to ride through the ABA (athiest baptist asocison(SPL?)) Well we where sitting down at the beach talking about how school is starting soon and we watched the leaves fall. And it started to get dark, being the immature kids we are we stayed for longer, family was gone so we wouldnt get in trouble. We heard gun shots because hunting sesaon was beginning. we stared to ride when all of a sudden we heard a scream and a gun shot. Then, silence. Scared shitless we rode our asses home as fast as we could on our way down the back rode i hit something very very hard. I hopped off my bike and saw it was a woman there was no blood or anything. I figured she got wasted and past out. Wendy started to freak and a big old man who was going bald, and was very ugly looked at us and then the lady, He gave us a death glare and said "What the fuck are you to staring at?" We wew too scared to say anything. "Well?" the guy yelled he had a southern accent with made him more creepy. We studderd for a bit "If you bitches say one fucking god damn word I will find you and kill you." Our eyes got big "Now go home." we couldent move. "GO GOD DAMNIT WHAT ARE U FUCKING DOGS?" we grabbed our bikes and rode off. (I hope you know i made this up lol.)

Good website and nice content. Thank you master!!!

Favorite story: I Would Die Without You One night a guy and a girl were driving home from the movies. The boy sensed there was something wrong because of the painful silence they shared between them that night. The girl then asked the boy to pull over because she wanted to talk. She told him that her feelings had changed and that it was time to move on. A silent tear slid down his cheek as he slowly reached into his pocket and passed her a folded note. At that moment, a drunk driver was speeding down that very same street. He swerved right into the drivers seat, killing the boy. Miraculously, the girl survived. Remembering the note, she pulled it out and read it. "Without your love, I would die."

Favorite story: I Would Die Without You One night a guy and a girl were driving home from the movies. The boy sensed there was something wrong because of the painful silence they shared between them that night. The girl then asked the boy to pull over because she wanted to talk. She told him that her feelings had changed and that it was time to move on. A silent tear slid down his cheek as he slowly reached into his pocket and passed her a folded note. At that moment, a drunk driver was speeding down that very same street. He swerved right into the drivers seat, killing the boy. Miraculously, the girl survived. Remembering the note, she pulled it out and read it. "Without your love, I would die."

It is often in the darkest places that we dwell that we are amply motivated to move to brighter things. ---ALV

Never ever kiss a guy who your friend likes or used to like....even if they say it's ok....don't do it....you'll find out after a year of them not talking to you that that was the reason....not worth it!

I don't see the point in noses... they're really fragile, so surely we'd all be better off with nostrils in our faces?!

Okay, life: I view the big picture. I believe that we all live forever and where you do depends on how you live your life. Jesus is the *only* way. No other gods but the true God! Seriously folks, you cannot get to heaven through 'good works'. Most of ya won't believe me at this moment. But we all will die and find out anyway. So I live for heaven. I live for that day when I will see Jesus's face and run into His arms. Man! I live for the day where I will be with all my family, my mates and everybody. Heaven is my home-town. It's where I belong. I don't deserve it but Jesus paid the way. He is love. Nothing really matters that much here on earth. What you eat, what you drink, what you wear. Whether you are rich and famous, whether you die young or live to an old age. If you have many friends or not a single mate. Whether you get married or not. What matters today is what effects where you are for eturnity. It's real guys. In a thousand years I will be looking back at this afternoon where I chanced about some-guy's site and found this text field where I got to share my views. So yeah, find Jesus, cause this planet ain't my home. I'm out of here in less then a century... till then, I'm going to do the best to live for my Lord, have a good time and do a bit of exploring of this wonderful world God has given us for the time being. ^_^ TradaPIB.

Negative is nothing! When you examine the polarities of positive and negative you begin to understand how much you have been taught is error. Light and dark: You can measure light but darkness is only the absence of light and cannot be measured as it is the absence of something. Heat and cold: You can only measure heat but not cold. Twenty below zero is a measurement of heat and is warmer than forty below zero which is also a measurement of heat. Cold can not be measured as it is the absence of something. All negatives are the absence of something! Now comes the good part. A truth exist and a lie is not something but the absence of a truth. The next time you are watching TV ask yourself, what truths are known that are being omitted which becomes the definition of a lie. The United States was born July 4, 1776 in the Chinese Year of the Monkey. Books written long before our country came into being, even long before Columbus sailed have described those born in the Year of the Monkey as being liars. Everywhere in our families, communities, businesses, and government we find a consistent withholding of truths. When we sign a non-disclosure document we promise not to tell the truths we know, and our courts can prosecute you if you fail to lie. Lies are not something; they are the absence of truths.

ok so here i am sitting in front of my computer... no ones home, and its strangly quiet. Being high doesnt help my paronoia... so i sit back think about tha good times, and give a creepy smile to the atmosphere. Ok seriously i have no idea what im talking about. Its a whole bunch of random stuff. Wow im pretty high theres my view point. No but i do really need to chill out for a bit.

I know that I'll sound like a total loop, but life is full of highs. Go out in the woods with your dog, ride a scream-your-lungs-out ride at Six Flags, pump up your stereo and dance even if you can't. There's nothing more fun than getting high.

- Somtimes im still afraid of the dark - I've left a lot of things hanging - I wish it would all just stop - They are all out to get me - I've done things im not proud of - One day it will all be over - I wish i could start again - I miss the things that hurt me the most - There are people i will never get over - There is no one i completly like - I am caught up in things i can't get out of - I often let things happen - I have mindlessly hurt people in the past - Sometimes i just want to shout - I often wonder if people would notice if i wasnt here - I make bad decisions on a regular basis - One day i won't feel like this any more - Mostly i feel detatched from everything around me - I am drawn into situations that are less than ideal - No one completly knows me - I miss the person i used to be - The voices never stop - I cannot change the person ive become - I worry about things i have no control over - One day it will be different How many of these statments can you agree with?

Sometimes I sit down at the computer and try to think of something meaningful to write, or a cool story to start on, or try to think up a deep & artistic poem... But i spend such a long time sitting and staring at the screen, thinking and dismissing ideas and visions, that I totally lose all interest for what I was doing and i get up and leave.

Sometimes I sit down at the computer and try to think of something meaningful to write, or a cool story to start on, or try to think up a deep & artistic poem... But i spend such a long time sitting and staring at the screen, thinking and dismissing ideas and visions, that I totally lose all interest for what I was doing and i get up and leave.

"if life was easy then it wouldnt be life." devan clements

makeup: God has given you a face and you create another

Religion in itself destroys the fourth wall and when that goes so does reality. I am no philosopher but within life there are challanges that we must all except.When life ends our remains are broken down to help create something new.Live evryday as if it were your last and you will never be bored, just paranoid.

Marriege is something Iam Been Thinking About I want To Share Someting

i am overlooked, constantly, i dont think i have any true take-a-bullet-for-me friends. my family is a mess. i stopped caring about alot of things.sometimes i feel like doin stuff that excites me with friends is all i have, and i am constantly held back from that. i wonder if i should bother being straightedge, people hate my music but its what i live by. And i hope i die before i become my parents and i hope i die before i get old and i hope i die before i hate everything and i hope i die unexpectedly and happy and young.

well i think that life is quite cool at the moment i am eating yummy cakes thank you

weird who thought of eyes

If air was black, we would all think we were blind.

YOU ARE DROPPING FOOTPRINTS!!! PLEASE PICK THEM UP THEY ARE YOURS! WE DO NOT WANT THEM HERE!

Yesterday I went with my sister to the Big Cottonwood Tree way in the back of our acreage. We pulled a wagon behind us, inside was two water bottles and some sandwiches. Lillie sat at the bottom of the tree and I climbed into the branches, we ate our meal in semi-silence, then I noticed why it was so quiet. I was all alone in the branches, there were no birds. I kind of started wishing there were, you never really think about it, but birds are like the natural music of the world. So I decided the Cottonwood Tree was missing something. - When we were done eating, we packed up and readed to head back to our house, but before we left I scattered some crumbs from my sandwich. Just in case. - Today we went back out to the Cottonwood Tree, and in place of the crumbs was a glossy black feather.

Humanity is sick and deseased thru societies neglect and self serving agenda's.. its time people spoke up about the stupidity of the few leading us down the road to destruction.. Leave your oppenion here www.peacefull.phpbbnow.com let everyone know what you think

God i love sites like this they really mess with my mind. All the thoughts and all the qeustions swirling around in my head make me feal big, feal special. Make me feal like i know things the people around me dont know anything about. I guess thats my way to get by in life, allthough far inside i know im just like anyone else.

Hi there my name is Amanda,i live in nsw Australia,and i've been learning about buddhaism, cause i've beening trying to heal myself and feel at peace cause lately i have been feeling abit stressed out and depressed about life and what's happening in this world of ours and the best thing is to stay calm the best u can which i've been trying to do, i also been doing lots of reading on astrology which i find intresting and each day i pull out a postive healing card from my taro deck and it helps make my day abit better.and i love to write about anything as u can see.anyway i have to go and i hope u like my email. from Amanda :-D namesta' and have a good day!

if you try to be nice they will use you. if you try to be head they will hate you. If you hide away they will pick on you. If you follow on you are a lemming.

The buddha was a very wise man and should be treated as so, One night i was biking down the street and whom shall I see but my freinds sister of course i must talk about the buddha and as I was talking she stopped me and said the buddha was a fat jerk this struck me as odd for I have seen many people talk about buddha but never in a fashion such as this so I questioned her on this opinion she then replied stupidy " they dance around and jiggle their fat belly" now this gave me an old though long ago befor school was out i had a freind he happened to be pegan and he was treated diffrently for it and this made me later think of an ordeal i had gone through for once i was a Muslim and many of you may think that muslims are bad people but no they are not they are very kind towards their community and nice but with the way america is acting and the cartoons that the Danish have published it angers them. It made me ponder their is very little religiouse tolerants in the world today such as my last girlfreind she broken up with me because i am not christian and as such the Tarot cards she called them devil worshipping. And so many religions today are pointed at and laughed at or spat on but is this really what they deserve? NO! never have i been to such a closed minded town like Grand Junction most people are wrapped up in their own religions to look at others. I ask all of you people who are like taht to please don't do this it isn't right if it is then i may be just a little loony but the loony ones are the ones who changed the world.

It is easy to forgive when the offender accepts his or her blame

dont ever go to bed at a party with your friends pissed at you... youll wake up the next moringing with no eyebrows and fucked up hair!

Well, once i heard this on a different website and i thought it was totally stupid..but totally true.... "You know how people always say, 'its always the last place you look,' well, thats is totally true because why would you find something and still kep looking in other places? For example, if you loose a book and you look on a chair and its not there, and then you look on the dresser and its not there, and then you look in the closet and it is there, the closet is the last place that you looked."

Looking through my eye's life is a bag of laughs. You are born the you die what you do in between is your own choice. Don't break laws well don't break the laws that acctually matter just break the stupid ones. but only if you want to.

You miss 100% of the shots you don't take -Niall O'Donnell(Nor'Easter soccer coach)

I've learned that when falling in love, you just don't fall out of it when the relationship is over. I've learned that we can't live in hurt thinking nothing is real, because it's just too real for us to image it that away. I've learned that when the relationship's do end, it usually ask nothing to do with once being in love, because they let you go knowing that they loved you too much.

This riddle has stumped all of my friends. Someone PLEASE help me with the answer! : I turn polar bears white and I will make you cry. I make guys have to pee and girls comb their hair. I make celebrities look stupid and normal people look like celebrities. I turn pancakes brown and make your champagne bubble. If you squeeze me, I'll pop. If you look at me, you'll pop. Can you guess the riddle? 97% of Harvard graduates can not figure this riddle out, but 84% of kindergarten students were able to figure this out in 6 minutes or less. Can you guess the correct answer?

We reach out with our hands, brushing away the clouds and piercing the sky to grab the moon and stars, but we still cannot reach the truth.

Bad Programming I actually watched back to back infomercials last night, finding them to be educational and intriguing, and was impressed enough that I found myself calling up their 800 numbers to request brochures, and . . . it was like discovering a cancerous lump on my soul.

Tom Brown (1) Tom Brown, in a reflective, alcohol induced state of mind, told my father . . . “I was over in the forest preserve yesterday, looking for a place to bury Linda” my dad was confused, because Linda was Tom’s wife of 20 some years, and they had three healthy kids, a nice home, and their whole lives ahead of them, so my dad made some light remark to dismiss such madness, but Tom, a good, decent guy who all of the neighbors liked, just gave my dad a glazed-over look, then went back inside the house, to what had to be a great and disturbing secret world of festering darkness, unknown to the superficial lightness of suburbia, and . . . he never killed her like so many other decent, ordinary people, Tom resigned himself to an occasional, lonely and agonized stroll through the woods, lamenting over what may have been if he was just a little bit stronger or weaker a man.

Going Up I saw a couple of dead people in the elevator today lying side by side with sheets covering their bodies, but for the foot of the woman on the right, who had a gold bracelet on her slim ankle, and . . . I got the feeling she had been an intelligent and compassionate person who had surely left many good friends and lovers behind, only to be stuck in that elevator with another dead person she didn’t even know, making me realize that . . . the more things change the more they remain the same.

why does man run when he can walk? why does man live when he can choose to die? it is simple. it is because of time. man wants his time to last long and wants as much as he can. that is why man will run or live. it is a simple choise that affects us all. time.

I've found out that the only reason there is so much crime in this world is because so many people is bent on gaining superiority over each other. No-one wants to be the worst, no-one is willing to be equal with the rest of the world. Everyone wants to be better than everyone else. So that means if you take away the need for superiority, then you take away the driving force of all the world's crime. If you take the need of superiority, you create world peace.

hippies suck

The fact were if the poppulation of china walked past you in single file the line would never end because of the rate of reproduction is in fact false if the population of chine aere infact wlaking single file infront of you they couldnt reproduce as they would be busy walking past you in single file and wouldnt have time

looking into eyes and you see that i am scard of geting hurt or say the wrong thing. see i like this guy i know that he like me to but when i see him i get scard and i cant tell him how i really feel but that is just who i am i can nerver say no i let people walk all over me sometime.But that is what you get for just trying to be nice you get call name just for doing something nice for friend that is what is wrong with the world today you be nice and they take advendege of you. this guy that i like, like me two i think. see back when i was is 7 grade and he was i 8 grade i had i like him in the begining of the school year and we stared to talk and some where to the end of the school year we had kiss well i gave him my phone # to call me but when i home my mom told that she had changed are phone # i didn't see him until my freshman year but i was so scard of what people might say i reget that my whole life

someitmes, i wish i were blind. for the world i see today is not the world i saw yesturday. being blind would give me a chance to view my world as some of the few people who are blind can. the way it was ment to be seen. the world may be full of colors, but that doesnt mean its beautiful. those who are colorblind must think im crazy. sure, i like colors fine. but i like my world diferent then everyone else. at school, im always random, weird, and a fun person to be around im sure. but thats only because i express my self different then everyone else. most people dont see everyones true beauty but are blinded by their clothes or hair os shoes or something. thats not how the world is supposed to be seen. if you were blind, you'd be able to see that more clearly than anyone. and though your physical world would be dark, your friends, hope, and love for everyone will give you the light to see life the way it was ment to be seen. God didnt intend for albert einstien to unfold the famous equation "E=MC sq." he just unravled one of earth's mysteries. but because we unravled a mystery that was supposed to remain hidden, the nuclear bomb was conceived. he saw the world as something to pick and pry at till it opened all his secrets. many scientists do. they want to understand, fix, solve. but they lie. they are blind, true, but blind to the wrong things. they have a cure for cancer but do not give it because it is too expensive. they are blind to reality. they came up with that cure to save epople's lives but by not giving it out, people still die. life should be free, so why should we pay to survive? they are blind to the good things in life that should be seen, not shunned. so why do i still wish to be blind? because, what they see is what i have become to see and because of that, i dont want to see it. again, i like being different. and if that means standing alone for my own thoughts, belifes, and personal rights, then so be it. i'd rather be blind than see the mess people have created for themselves.

*door opens without knocking* Opportunity! What you don't even knock anymore?

I met this girl 4 years ago and boy was I in love. Everytime I would see her my eyes would bulge, everytime I would hear her talk my ears would melt, and everytime she was near my heart would pound outta my chest. I met her at work, the silliest way possible. Well at my work site, we had cubicles. So, one day it was my turn to go get lunch for everyone, so I went. As I arrive to the BK lounge (burger king) I'm jotting down everyones orders. With my keys in the ignition and me being a gentleman, I ask my co-worker to pass the phone to my soon to be love to see if she wanted some good ol' lunch. Anyways, we hit it off. Since I liked her and she kinda knew, that I was head over heals for her, she returned with some good ol' flirting action. I was stoked!!!! As I was walking back from the bk lounge with everyones orders in my hand, I realize my keys are locked in my car with everyones food on the roof of my vehicle. Ha! It was great! It haw hot and I was dumb.

BUSH..........2000, 2004....Two wrongs do not make a right. D.E. Goodman

Looking though your eyes.. what is it?.. it is being able to see things.. isn't it weird, do you ever think.. are you seeing the same things others are seeing.. like sometimes you will see something and your like well i wonder if that person is see something else or if they see the same things as you!

Psionichead emiting reasonably peaceful emotions. Wish I could recieve some of yours. Get lost in Sensations. not high from Portugal

The Loneliness and rejection that a sacrificing, yearning mother’s heart feels…. That’s the exact pain The Loving Father God Feels when His children choose folly over and above His Beautiful and Holy company. The human parent feels helpless and loses every battle to win back the offspring But the Lord Declares “the battle belongs to ME!!” With a Loud and Zealous Shout The Lord God Almighty arises from His Throne. “I and None Other! I will not let the rulers of the world and the lords of the darkness to consume MY INHERITANCE!!” The enemies of the Lord work and plot murder and destruction But the Mighty arm of the Lord will Work Deliverance He Chose to be looted off His inheritance But He will Buy back His own people He will Pay Triple the Cost to get back what is already His The Lord is a Jealous God. The enemies of the Lord will be uprooted and the place will not remember that they ever where there. Their end will be like that of Pharaoh, King of Egypt The redeemed of the Lord will walk once again with their Lord God and Savior Jesus Christ.

It is the reflection of a candle. In a drawing room, with the curtains drawn and painted over with velvet and nightmares.Here they call me Anna, to be cute, to be kind, to welcome me into their sharpened gazes. They would drink from my neck, if it would bring them my spirit.Instead they hold me down as the good doctor beats me black and blue and holy.

in case no-one else has noticed, i just thought i'd take this chance to point out that people are actually eating animals faster than they can reproduce. if we run out of the animals we cruely slaughter every day for food, clothing and sport, then what are we going to do? obviously start eating other animals. and then when they run out we will have two choices. a) eat each other or b) become vegans. now i personally would love it if the entire world became vegans but i know that barely any of my friends would be able to survive without meat. take a moment before the next time you go to eat meat to think about what you are about to do and why it was entirely necessary for this animal to die so you could eat it instead of just eating vegetables like the decent, civilized, unbarbaric and insanely small percentage of the worlds population.

Hmm.. looking through my eyes? Well when you look through my eyes you'll see people staring at you like "wtf man, she's wierd" yeah.. then they come up to you and go "Your that one goth chick" then I say "... great" :D And you'll often see a computer in front of you, on myspace ussually, and your dad yellin at you, stuff like that. Hmm yeah a life through Allyson's eyes I guess... We're not even going to the restroom part of this.

Who was buried in Grant's tomb? That is the question. Seriously because no one really said it was truly Grant or if any one was actually buried in there. To be or not to be? That is the question. To be or not to be goofy, that is. have you ever heard of the V-chip? im sure you all have but do you know what it really is? it is not for the TV is what im getting at. the V-Chip is meant to watch us FROM the TV and when it knows exactly what makes us tick and will then do that over and over and over again (hints all the commercial's out there).

life: can't live with it, can't live without it.

i see dumb people (aka dead people)

looking through my eyes i can see alot of things...bt if i look at a white board which is clean and pure white to most people...i see different colours....all the colours of the rainbow are in a white board you just have to look at what you see and not what you know

People think that they have "bad luck" because they only remember the bad things that happen to them. One should be optimistic, which then will conclude in them finding themselves to be more "lucky" than "unlucky".

the word "Jalapeño" comes from Jalapa.

Whoot Whoot, life sucks but I try to make the world a little better in my own little way.

I like looking through my eyes, because looking through anyone elses would probably clog up my vision. I prefer my eyes because they were the eyes that I was born with... I like that I was born with these eyes, and not without these eyes. If I were to be born without these eyes, I would have written a book about salty fruit salad(oops, I already did that) and I would enjoy pineapple skins. As I prefer to not eat the skin of a pinapple, or any tough, spikey, yellowiss fruit, I am glad that the eyes I look through are mine.

i suppose i've never questioned these things before...like, "what is green?" try describing the color green to a blind person. there are no direct feelings or characteristics in which you could use to describe the it. you may say, "the grass is green", but that's only because you are relating an object to the color. in themselves, many things are indescribable. it could be possible that i've questioned this before, but briefly and in only enough time to merely know that it's beyond me at the moment. unrecognizable at first glance to the average human being; a fraction of time in which green vanishes from my mind and i've forgetten the complexity. i do this on purpose, but in the end it will drive me crazy not knowing. my philosophy class is amazing - so many things to question, but w/o knowing what questions to ask. i suppose it's mostly awe, which intrigues the mind even more. how would you describe "good"...or "beauty" without example? one of the most interesting concepts may be "large" or "small". as socrates once said, "it is also through largeness that large things are large and larger things are larger, and by smallness that small things are smaller." - giving truth to the idea that we most certainly learn by example. beyond that, what is right? who's say your large is my large? it seems we just seem to know, through some sort of priori knowledge in which this universal knowing keeps us safe -safe from the truth, possibly? we assume. and assume we're right. but what is right if we all have a different definition of the word? and the "real world" in which we live - the country in which we fight for justice. will we ever reach a just society if we don't have an agreeance on it's definition? socratic ethics are thoroughly intellectualist. i never thought i would find myself understanding such a concept, or if not completely understanding, at least trying to identify. to know the good is to do the good, leaving no room for weakness of will. this is a socratic belief - which also makes an interesting point that i've discovered (maybe not for the first time). If good is to do good and evil is ignorance, i'm intrigued by the thought of asking for forgiveness. If "bad" is carried out, this leaves no room for forgiveness, and if there were an exception to the rule, would the "ignorant" know enough to ask for forgiveness? the people that may need it most have no mindset to comprehend it seems. broken down, it's said that if human beings knew real "good" and "bad", they wouldn't demonstrate the bad. in doing bad, you portray that you are ignorant (or unknowing) of the good. i think christians would disagree...what with the devil's temptation. complexity is slipping my mind, but i must keep questioning things like this. a "sin" is a willing act, but it seems acceptable in our society to create a negative situation and repent at another time - possibly when it's convenient for us? this is also learned by example and if it weren't, i'd have to ask if evil would still exist. it seems the act of cleansing your sins is an excuse to be "bad" and "born again". no would would commit wrongs and if they did, they would mean it, leading back to the idea that there is no room for weakness of will. only good know good. i cannot even being to describe the "perfect world". everyone seems to be afraid of this concept..."oh, what a bore", but why would your perfect world be boring? mine certainly wouldn't, if i even begin to break down the complexity of such a concept. there may not be a single person that wouldn't mind a perfect world. when you imagine this world it is natural for you to focus on how this perfection would benefit yourself. people other than you surely do exist, but they are under your command. under your "perfect". indeed a perfect world could never exist because of such conflits. hell, we can't even define the color green, how are we able to comprehend the idea of "perfect", much less agree 100% with someone else on it's definition. in either sense, without a question of agreeing, the perfect world seems harmless, and that may be - but it's up to you to decide. i don't think we're fully grasping any of this... maybe it's for the better.

We must not be distracted by pain, physicall OR mental, and we must not let it become an ally, for it will backstab you at the first chance it gets. Watch your pain, use it to your advantage.

If you're (referring to all people) always right, then shouldn't everyone else? Think on it.

if you ask me what exactly it is like looking through my eyes then i would say something like, the world is warped through the eyes of a fifteen year old. then again... im living in tokyo at the moment and it is an insane world. the people are nice, you can tell the people are nice underneath, somewhere inside, but in such crowds that you hit at peak hour...they are like a stone wall. i want to say a random hello to somebody on a train and just see what they would so (it is not the done thing so i assume i would get ignored) something that really annoys me is that whilst walking straight ahead you cxan think 'i will be the authoritive one, they will move for me' they never do and i always end up causing more problmes then it is worth. so annoying

I don't care what people say about me. At least, magazines and TV tell me I don't. But I do. We all do. I know that even though I don't do my hair, shave my legs, or wear today’s trends. The ones that people don't know are trends, I hate myself inside. For not being the sex-goddess that magazines and TV tell us to be. For not being the fun one, talking about booze, and having no cares about the world or anything for that matter. I say the phrase commonly used by hippies "fuck the system" all too often. I know what government, and society program us to think and like. Such as, the only way any of us can relive stress, is by consuming alcohol, all of which the profits go to what started war, death showers, in vain blood shed. I know that peace, and love, are soon to be things in the past. I know that cancer is just another way to make money. I know that we are told that drugs are bad, but that pot is better for you then smoking or drinking. I know they intend to keep that a secret. I know that propaganda is an easy tool to use, and that morons like us, fall for it every time. I know that people worry about things like discrimination because media tells us what an evil thing it is. I know that you tell yourself what is good and what is bad because you will be bombarded by them if you don't. I know consumers are what the chip they implanted in our mind when we were just small children, are all we will amount to. I know that you may be thinking I am what government and society have told you is stupid. I know we are all brain washed into thinking we have power to make change, so we think we have done so much, when all we have done is brought them more money. I know that if you read this fast enough, you may get sucked into my world, my paradise where nothing can lie to me. I know that you can not look away because I tell you can't. Yes. You are my pawns. I own you! And that will never change. I know we think that it will. But I know they already told you that.

What is it like looking through my eyes? If you take off my glasses I can see four inches in front of me, the rest is too blurry to even be bothered with.

It Is hypocracy to not believe good, but to believe in evil as the absence of good.

When I observe things carefully... I see that... life is good.

everyone is familer with Adolf Hitler, and many of you think he is a very bad and evil man. That may be true but i think he was a very great man whom did horrible thigs.But think could you of done what he had done if you really wanted to? I highly doubt it.

What I see in this world is pathetic. Last Christmas everyone was trying to stop people from saying 'Merry Christmas' and use happy holidays instead. They've forgotten the true meaning of Christmas, And no, I don't mean the birth of Christ. I mean the spreading of good will to mankind. Also, People use God's name to justify their wrong doings, Pathetic beyond comparison. All religions are right. Get over it and stop the petty bickering. Bunch of Children. Also, We piss and moan about God not helping us with shit, If anyone cared to read the bible, They'd see that it clearly says God does not help those who won't help themselves. Also, Be glad to wake up alive everyday and count your blessings inconsiderate fools. I'm not a big religious follower, And sometimes I even doubt God's there for us anymore, But I still wake up, deal with the shit I'm given and try to make it better and I'm 15. Make the assumptions of your own free will, This has been my rant.

its a bit cloudy when i dont wear glasses

When in trouble, when in doubt; run in circles, scream and shout; "Proud to be humble" "It is proven that everyone who is born, dies. Therefore the only way to end suffering is to keep people from being born. It's too late though for everyone who has already been born..."

All the perfect are wrong, all our flaws make us perfect, all the stupid are bright, all the smart are dumb, all who are in power are curupt, those who don't want power are the best to be in power, all humanity is inhumane, all who are inhumane are extremists, all who are popular will live a horrid life, all who are nerds will rule earth, all natural selection has been artificially selected out of humans, all of sanity is insane, all of insanity is sane, all dull is rewarding, all fun causes cancer, all life leads to death, all death leads to life, feeelings that make you want to die, all the feelings that keep you alive, It's all too much trouble than it's worth to remain sane though all this. Quickest way to end suffering, denile and insanity.

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The past cannot be changed, the future is still in your power. - Hugh White - Along with highschool come laughs, tears, and choices and hard disions you'll have to make that will effect the rest of your life. People dont realize how once choice can effect your future. They thikn one mistake wont do ne thing.. sometimes it will.. getting drunk one night.. dating the wrong person.. smilng at a suicidal person.. getting with a stranger whoms past you dont know. or didnt realize.. may effect you for the rest of your life.. Theres also many types of ppl in highschool.. the ones who would ruin their futures to be cool.. or to have what tehy think will be the best night of their life.. the ones who make you feel bad for not doing the "in" things.. and the ones who nice to everyone.. dont feel the need to do things to fit in..Its hard and at some point in everyones life they feel they need to be the sheep.. or the head honcho.. and make mistakes.. and its hards.. its hard for the people who watch their friends do things they dont like.. and its hard for the friends who do those things.. So dont let that stop you from a friendship.. or from being who youve always wanted to be.. a role model.. be positive try not to put yourself in the "sheep" position.. but if you do.. fix it.. because you CAN control it.. and move on Thanks to all of you who read.. i loveee reading your comments!

Never feed Alka-seltzer to a seagul. Seagulls can not excrete gas, so it builds up inside until they explode.

Where the wise dare not, fools will gladly try their hands. Sometimes, it is better to be a fool. --Matt Still

English class is the most pointless thing in the world i know how to speak people can understand me what else do i need? and there is know point of going and getting the same information pounded into my mind. If any one needs an english class i would be bill shakespeare i mean no one under stands what the idiot is talking about and for that matter his crainial capacity is like a jug of milk that spilled on my pants this moring thats why i have a huge stain there and with out that i would be a stainless steel person which makes know sence i would just end up floating somewhere above what is now north dakota. if were to end up just flying though outer space that would be neat because according to the laws of some guy i wouldnt slow down because the is no force stopin me so i would just go and go and go until my brain becomes comatized because of hours of mindless singing of john denver songs. country roads take me to the place of new beging and start my brain over so im not stuck in this enigma of which i call my life then i would go in search of everlasting gobbstopers that i saw on willie wonka and the chocolate factory. candy that wouoldnt lose its flavor or dissolve in siliva like my poor mental state of which im now so consumed. so of all the places i could be now id choose to lie on the top of a speeding train bound for the moon and i owuld turn green with joy as i jump over the desk reaching for my beloved taco of which i so crave eating at this very moment and at this moment my fingers go on on typing of the most random thouhgts i like just typing to the gorndogers who read this pointless endless thing that i would love to eat. because im so lost with this sentence of emaculate wording and abundent looks of people who stare at me while babble about my life in to the mess of wires and other thing that i wouild call my tortse of never ending pending in a log the is floating in the middle of the lake of the north and all of the tippie top of trees which i drift into sleep and i ramble.

I think it would be cool if humans had tails. Cuz it’s just gives us something to play with when we are bored beside ourselves. Now, you only have one thing to play with, but with a tail you get to pick. All im saying is you’ll have some options. And I bet there would be some rules that went along with having a tail, like you need to wash it everyday or it will smell like actual shit. Also like if you touch your tail out in public like you are trying to make a statement. Cuz I can definitely see gay people carrying around their tail like it’s a cape or something. So then people would be like why is that man carrying his tail like that, O ya that means he’s gay. And girls would shave the hair on the tail or something weird and guys will leave it all hairy and the hairier the tail the more of a man you are. Pants would be equipped with holes in the back and more expensive tail pants would have support around the part of the tail the meets the body. And maybe it will be able to show our emotions…like a dog, so when we are happy it wags and when we are sad it goes between our knees. Tails there coming and we just need to be one step up on our competitors, that’s why I think we should start mass producing the tail pants, before someone else does.

Dear anyone, I'm not a fan of yours and I don't really know you at all. I just looked for a place for advice. I have a lot of questions about things and I was hoping that you could help. alright the first one Kyle ok I'm 13 years old and Kyle was a boy that I met in 7th grade last year when I moved to Lewisburg.(now I'm in 8th). Anyway when we first started going out it was pretty much just an act and we didn't really talk or let alone know each other. Well in the whole school we were known for going off and on like once a week because we just got in horrible fights. But anyway. We were off and on for most of the year and we would break up and I would go out with someone else. But he never found anyone else whenever we broke up. So the summer came, and we were inseperable we did everything together. We went to the pool, the movies, downtown, I went to his house(now that's a big step for a 7th grader), and I even wrote to him while I was at church camp. It was love. His arms felt so perfect around mine and even though we would still fight like we used to during the school year, but we didn't break up. And we didn't even fight that much in the summer. But then almost at the end of the summer, we stopped hanging out that much and I barely talked to him, and this is where my other problem comes in Brittany. Now I wasn't exactly friends with this girl but I didn't not like her, we just never really talked. Well he was hanging out with his good friend Patt and Patt is good friends with Britt. So I called him one night and I was like yeah do you want to come downtown with me and Chelsea(my best friend) and he was like no I'm busy. I thought nothing of it I was just like okay we just have been busy that's why we're not hanging out. Well then the next day I got on aol and I was looking at Brittany's pictures because she had a link in her info. AND there was about 3 picture of her Kyle and Patt all hanging out with the dates of when we stopped hanging out. So I was very hurt. So I went to Chelsea's house that night and called him. I was like "hey Kyle where are you?" he was like at home and I could here people in the backround. I was so hurt that without thinking I was just like you know what Kyle we're over. he was like okay. and didn't really care and I was more hurt. So if you have noticed I didn't state that Kyle acctaully cheated on me and that's because he didn't in the end and I found that out after we started talking again at the begining of the new school year. So then we were going out. And this time I was still a little shakey on trusting him, so I made up a fake screen name on aol and pretended I was another girl. and i was flirting with him and he was flirting back. Now I don't know if he was just playing aalong or if he was serious. So I got kind of mad at him. But then I went on a mission trip for a while, and we were sending really mean messages back and forth to each other because I was making him upset and he was making me mad. Then on about the last day of the trip he sent me a message dumping me, not in a sad way but in a more like I'm not good enough for you way. BUT I'm not sure if he sent it. BECAUSE when I came back to school Brittany was going out with him.....now they're not going out and I'm still single. and rumar had it they were only going out to make me mad. which I think was true. Now he won't talk to me and acts like I'm not there. BUt I don't try to talk to him. then there's my other problem....Brittany now she can be the nicest person but when she doesn't like you well you know you're just an outcast then. and it's so stressful because she just picks and picks and tells me and Chelsea we have no friends and she just isn't a nice person. I avoid her but most ppl just do what she tells them to because they're afraid of her.but those are all of my problems. oh and like I know about the Kyle thing you're probably going to tell me to move on but like imagine if it happened to you, like if you really liked the person you would want all of the facts, right? But like even if I did want to move on (and sometimes I think I should) I don't know how I could be with another person like I'm so used to kyle knowing everything about me and just like us knowing each other. But I don't feel like getting into another person and getting to know them. I don't know if you've ever felt that way... if anyone has any oppinions comments I really don't care if they're mean I just want some feedback email me azlove765@yahoo.com

I'm doing this because i am a person who meditates daily and i understand how the war on drugs is a war just like any war. I try to maintain the buddhist state of mind because i understand the huge benefits of that but when it comes to such blatin violations of our freedoms i cant help to say something about it. The world through my eyes is a place filled with a lot of smart people that can't convince people to stop the ignorance of violence. I know how its important in buddhism to just observe and exist and not doing anything to disturb anyones peace in anyway. That being said i dont think you can look at everything and just say im going to exist im not going to do anything about these problems because that might disturb the peace in some way. I think that if you are looking at this noble 8 fold path and karma and just all of buddhism collectively its hard to not realize the great amount of injustice in the world. Anyway thats a brief glimpse of what things are like through my eyes.

i don't agree with albert einstein in one point ,i mean when he said that if A equal success then the formula A=x+y+z.x is work ,y is play and z is keep your mouth shut ,because i think that no one can shut his mouth .we are human beings and we must communicate with people so as to creat a friendly environment in the society .really einstein is right when he said that sucess aqual work and play but it does not aqual keeping mouth shut because even Einstein did not keep his mouth shut and if he do ,he will not be famous . it is really that i don't agree with albert einstein in this point but i still loving him ,and i think that all the people in the entire can learn a lot of from his quotes .

Green

Here I am. Jux layin here. Wonderin how in the hell I got my life in this situation. All of a sudden flashbacks have been running through my mind. From the time it all started to my 35 year old time now. Im not sayin that I was the one chosen to do this. I jux chose to do it. I aint neva go to college. I barely even graduated Highschool but I did get through it. My life has been running through my mind. Im layin here with my life about to end in a middle of my mission. IM what they call me the Riddler. I can solve any riddle as simple as that. Till I got stuck with this one. “A sheik announced that a race would decide which of his two sons would inherit all his wealth. The sons were to ride their camels to a certain distant city. The son whose camel reached the city last would be given all the sheik's wealth. The two sons set out on the journey. After severals days of aimless wandering, they met and agreed to seek the advice of a wiseman. After listening to the wiseman's advice, the two sons rode the camels as quickly as possible to the designated city. What was it that the wiseman told the two sons? They did not agree to split the wealth, and their father's decree would be followed. “ I did not know the answer until now. This stupid riddle caused me my life. This man came up to me. Guy:Are u ready? He said. No. I replied. Guy:Oh Well. Time to go. If only I thought of the answer sooner. This is my life’s story. It all started when I was 7. I was told to go out and check the mail. I had got the mail and came back in. I gave the mail to my momma. Sweety. Come here. Yes Mom. U got mail. The mail said to Chyna from Anonymous. I didn’t know how this went on from being a gurl who was no good at playing games but was good at riddles. I opened the mail. It said. “A man told a little boy to write down these numbers: 7 8 9 10 11. The man told the boy to figure out his name by using the numbers and a calender. How did the boy figure out his name?” I didn’t understand it. I showed my mom and she told me she didn’t know. So I started doing research. I was looking at the calendar jux thinking bout the riddle. I was on this riddle for the whole weekend. I didn’t eat for 2 days at all. Then came Sunday. I had to go to Church. My mom was talkin bout how she had to go to Church every 7th July – November. Then it hit me. I ran towards my momma’s room and took the calendar and looked at the months. The 1st letter of those months spelled Jason. I ran and showed my momma the answer and she looked at me like Wow. That was my first riddle solved. Each day after I solved a riddle I get new mail. I guess I grew quite accustomed to it. By the age 13. that was when the traveling started. The day I aint get mail after I finished a riddle. I was lookin out the window waiting patiently for mail but I guess there wasn’t any for me. So I went to my room and sat at my computer jux starin at the screen. I had turned the monitor on and this bright red light glowed on my screen. Chyna: holy cow. Then a message popped up. A sound U GOT MAIL. I don’t have any friends that send me mail I jux get phone calls. Message: You are in a room, there are two doors, two computers, two signs, and a leper in the room with you. The first sign reads behind one door is God realization. Behind the other door is a room painted entirely green. The only things in that room are a man and a ladder, both of which are painted entirely green. The man has been hired by the coalition of Gangsta Rappers to hurl a non-stop barrage of insults at anyone who enters the room. In front of each door is a computer, the second sign sits between the two computers and reads as follows. One of these computers is programmed to lie to you regardless of how friendly you are to the user interface, the other computer is programmed to tell the truth, regardless of the Federal Grand Jury's wrath. You have been zapped into this room by means unknown...the only other information you were given is that you will be picked up on the day that world peace is established. It is about this time that the gangrenous leper begins to speak "It is not a night for sleep, it's a night for love." As he lurches towards you, you quickly calculate that you have time to ask one computer one question. What do you ask? Keep in mind you don't know whether the computer will be honest with you. I was jux sittin there thinking. Should I go for the left or the right. IT was riddles like these that make me work hard and when I have to do it under some time cuz sometimes I have places to go. I was sittin there long and hard. I didn’t hear my mom call my name. She had walked in my room. “Sweety, are u ok. U been in here lately. U have school tomorrow go to bed” Mom. I don’t want to. IM tryin to get this in my mind. “ Let me See” She walked towards me and looked at the screen and read it and she had this look on her face. “Ok. U need to go to bed” Mom! Let me answer this. “ Chyna! Go to bed” I was jux in my own zone. Till I thought of sumthin. The only question I could think of. Which door would the other computer tell me opened to the green man shouting? I typed that in. I got a reply. It’s a lie. That’s the door u want. At first I aint get it. But I jux thought and thought. Then I got it. A few seconds later I got anotha message. U GOT MAIL. I got up out my bed and went to it. Message: U r now qualified. Qualified for what. I couldn’t send a question back. It jux says anonymous. I don’t know who sendin me mail or e-mail but right now. I jux want to know what im Qualified for. ~2 years and some months later~ TO BE CONTINUED..

uhh is that a trick question? well i guess its normal, and well normal to me is uhh well you can see fine and such soo ya, i guess thats how its like seeing through my eyes, i guess.

i just thought of something

"Whatever you repress will become stress. You cannot fix what you cannot face. There is no right or wrong, there is only what is." November 30, 2005 11:36 am - Updated from sikzy's livejournal Frank is a fucktard. He was a manipulative twit who physically and mentally abused me as his girlfriend while he lied to every other female who would sit on his face and pee on him while in his fantasy world his puppy "you know who you are" either probably fucked him in the ass or milked his all too eager hardon that didn't even last 20 seconds our last time. It was dumb of me to think he was above the physical abuse and lies to cover his own insecurities. I've been told by close friends that I come off too self aware and strong. My first question is, ok well how do you show your vulnerable side without being road kill? I moved into Tampa so Knarph would not have to live in his car after he pulled what he did at Roadie's house with Roadie present. And the only gratitude I got from him was for him to freak out, beat and throw me out of the house twice! Needless to say the 2nd time was the last, I have done everything I could do to possibly recover any type of friendship and deem it no longer a viable or safe/sane option. I paid all the rent and utilities for that house and even I had more balls than he did, when after I told him things were over and that yes, I finally slept with someone who didn't have to lie or cheat to get sex from me. That after 5 years of getting nothing but dishonesty and heartache, I simply woke up. Just like Mike said, I would. This took a long time but I survived. I believe that though the rest of my life will be lonely without what I thought I had, but at least I gave the relationship what I could, my all. Sometimes, sorry just won't cut through, especially when you repeat, rinse, repeat.. And often times, every person has a different definition of "my all". I can live with this more un-trusting nature within me, it should be fun to live with, without the yelling. hrm.. meep. Good riddance! Out with the old bs and in with all the best intentions for the right person, me. It's not selfishness, it's self love. Frank, though I am bitter, frankly Frank, I know I never deserved what I got from you and I can say that with my head held high and my heart grieving. I am sorry things had to end between us like that. I'm going to take it one day at a time, time is all i've got now.

If you went back in time to seperate your parents, you wouldn't be born. Therefore you could not go back in time to seperate them.

You know that feeling of total helplessness that you get standing on the edge of a very tall structure? It's kinda like that all the time for me.

The hardest person to like is yourself nobody else.

It is like looking throw a smoked filled room. Every thing is a little hazy ,nothing clear, nothing as what it seems. Too many drugs I may be high.Dont even know who I am any more.This is the life I have chosen, day of LSD and Nights of excity.When will it all end maybe just on more pill.Lights flashing Colors bluring, head spining,Life is lost.

I want to know why i am here? From where i have come in this world? Where i will be live after this mortal life? I want to know about mysels as well as universe. I think that i am unable to understand this universe. What is time and space? How we live in time? When the time started? when time will be ended? One should be think over it that where he come into existence? behzad

If a quiz is a quizzicle then what the hell is a test?

I have a relatively boring life, except for my love life. I love my boyfriend very much! And I am sooo thankful for him, he's helped me through a lot of tough times. I just want everyone to know that you should be your own person. If my boyfriend and few best friends hadnt taught me that, I dont think I would have survived my depression. I was always trying to please people, and thought I had to dress and act a certain way in order to be "cool". Now, I dress completely crazy, or completely normal, and do and say what I feel like (sorry if this sounds too teenage angst-like) but life's sooo much more enjoyable this way. It's so much more pleasant when you're living life for the people and things you love, and yourself. And i think that's all i have to say for now.

If a fly doesn't have wings would it be called a walk?

It's gonna be like 911 times 100! You mean...? Yes; 91,100 From the movie Team America: World Police

Pain is a figment of our imaginations.

Looking through my eyes is like a brain surgeon looking through my skull...

THIS ONE QUOTE SUMS UP MY ATTITUDE ABOUT LEARNING. AS FAR AS I KNOW IT IS ORIGINAL. "I WANT TO KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT ANYTHING (USEFUL, OF COURSE)." ~ GABRIEL C. HERNANDEZ

i hate mac donalds and the usa,

with fat friends there are no see saws...only catapults

What emotion is it when you’re mad at a specific person, and you’re world is crumbling? I’m so…whatever that is called. I’m kind of in the middle of everyone, not really taking credit, but I’m the one that connects everyone in UN NAMED CITY to UN NAMED CITY, and UN NAMED CITY to UN NAMED CITY, so I get both sides of it. I’m mad at THIS GIRL for a bunch of reasons. I’ve tried so hard to be friends with her; she’s so sweet on the outside and is a pretty good Christian. But on the inside to me she’s just a big fake. I want so badly to be friends with her, and I hate that I can’t. But, beneath that smile she just makes me sick. I know I sound really mean but it’s true. I always try to talk to her or compliment her or something, but it doesn’t make up for anything. A few weeks ago THIS GUY came to our church and we were eating with TWO FRIENDS. I pointed THIS GIRL to THIS GUY and he was like yea…but when she noticed him she ran over and sat in the seat beside him and put her arm around him and was like “hey THIS GUY!” I was like oh my gosh, and just rolled my eyes on the inside but smiled on the outside. They talked then she said see you later and left. Then at choir I sat with TWO FRIENDS and THIS GUY sat with THIS BOY, and THIS GIRL was in front of me. Mom told me and TWO FRIENDS to move so we would sit with the altos, which was with THIS GAL , but she was above THIS GIRL and there was only one seat by her. Me and TWO FRIENDS stood there for a second trying to figure out how we could sit together, then THIS GIRL goes “here YOU! You can sit by me.” Ok, if the voice and the smile wasn’t enough to spell FAKE, she would never do that. Yea sure she’s nice, but we just don’t…well, we just don’t. So I smiled and sat down, and she wouldn’t stop talking! I wasn’t mean, but just surprised and awe-struck of how much conversation this girl could make up to talk to me about. Then we went our separate ways-thank you Lord- and the middle schoolers (including THIS GIRL AND THIS GUY) went to church and I went to the gym. So that was it until we got home and THIS GUY told me about it. Nothing special but she was flirting with him like CRAZY and THIS GUY told me he met her b/f, and he was like, so this is GUY I keep hearing about. My gosh! She can’t keep her hands off of guys! Anyways…back to my life. So every few Sundays or Wednesdays she’ll come up to me and tell me she talked to THIS GUY AND THIS OTHER GUY I LIKE, and I’m like…yea cool. Oh yea, if you didn’t know, I like THIS GUY I LIKE, and he knows it. We’re friends. But yea, back to life. Last night, at the hallelujah festival, I saw her and waved and said hey, waited like 5 minutes till she saw me. So she walked up to me and said “hey, when did THIS GUY leave?” yea, not even a hello. So I put on my best fake smile and said he left last night after we finished the deer stand. She’s like ok…then I go “yea, then MY FRIEND came over to bring me a cd and we all kinda hung out together. It was really fun.” I don’t know what I’d give to have taken a picture of her face, her eyes got big and she wiped that smile off her face and just said “ok.” I was like, way to awesomely happy! She was about to say something but she saw MR. DUDE-I guess someone better to talk to-and walked off. Not a goodbye. I ran over to MY FRIEND and told her, we were just rollin! It was hilarious. But the bad thing is THIS GUY likes her and he deserves way better, I love him and only want the best for him. And I know this sounds like, terrible, but THIS GUY I LIKE said if he lived here he would date her probably, so that really sucks-not because I like him, even though it sounds like that. I’d never do that, as long as he’s happy, I’m happy. But he only sees the side of her that she shows to THIS GUY and him. There’s a different side she shows to CITY. Then there’s the side of her true self in-between them and I’m the lucky person that gets that crap. I see both sides because I see it in CITY, and hear the other from OTHER CITY. It’s awful, I wish I could tell THIS GUY I LIKE, but he would probably just think I don’t want him liking her because I like him. Everything’s a mess in my life. But I’m going to explain it to MY 3 FRIENDS. I have to. And I’m going to have a little talk with THIS GIRL. Believe me, I am. I’m not going to be mean, but tell her I don’t want to listen to her crap about all this crap she expects me to believe…just in different words haha.

A barking dog never bites... but it can still crap on your doorstep.

Great. Fun, carefree but all about to change.

advice is just common sense wrapped up in fancy wording and tied with a bow.

Mark Twain once said, "The Enlish language is a dish and cursing, a spice".

It takes you who you were to make you who you are.

The only thing getting stressed out leads to is stress.

The best way to rid yourself of an enemy is to make your enemy your friend.

With our greatest downfalls come our greatest lessons.

Do vegitarians eat animal cookies???

Why are the Obituaries in the Life section of the Newspaper?

If blind People have dreams, what do they see???

People always talk of how they aren't normal, that they are weird, not average. There is no normal, there is no average. For there to be an average person, there must be two people exactly the same, and that is impossible. It is the weird quirks that make us interesting. It is the weird quirks that make us fun and who we are.

I dont understand Math, mutiplication in to be exact. I dont understand how you can multiply something by zero and get nothing. Say i have a pen in my hand. If i "multiply" it by nothing, does the pen just disapear??

Me just a big dumb person waiting to go home to her mommy

Who teaches deer to cross at the yellow signs on the road?

through my eyes, people are but individuals that interact with others to improve their desired state of reality. And every moment that has slipped past them in their life and all the other individuals, falls under the same category; pointless.- Alex r. Favacho

T.V. is always right

Time is nothing more than an abstract concept created by carbon-based lifeforms to measure their ongoing decay.

Why do they call it a building if it's already built? Why not call it a built?

I have a random quote for you here.. and some philosophy i came up with as well.. my quote goes like thisl.. "Getting circumsized is not a good way to get ahead in life." And my Political Philosophy is this, "To be attacked on home soil, we call terrorism. A counter-Attack of greater proportion, we call peace-making."

A man hears there is a new pyschic who just moved into town, so he decides to check it out. He goes to the lady's house, and asks if she will tell him his future. She took his hand in hers, ran her fingers along his palm, then said, "while today is set in stone, tomorrow is still unknown. That'll be $50 please."

looking thru my eyes is like being forced to look thru the eyes of a blind man.... with my talents being so obviously denied, i must find my vengence in some other way. Probability being literature... i WILL write THE novel of the 21st century and all who hear about it WILL be mine......... You have been warned, the next time you hear from me will probably be when i assign your seats in the house of Ringo (FTH1) as i casually read your mind, de-ciphering all the parts i deem fit whilst trying to put the rest together to be read at... your funeral.................................................................................................................... YOUR.......................FUNERAL.................. Think about it, could this really be happening??!!?? who am i??

I just want to know if you read these things. I will not be rude, or mean in any way while I am writing this. If I offend you, I apologize. I use your random facts on my website every day. Please take a look: http://www.freewebs.com/silver_snowflake/. You can write me back in the guestbook on my site. Anyways, even though I do not know you personally, I care about you, and I think you are a great person who has a wonderful website that is funny and caring. I want to let you know that God loves you. There is a God out there and he is knocking on the door to your heart asking to come in and live in your life. You can choose to accept him if you would like to. If you accept the Lord into your heart, he will give you eternal life. He will love you forever and ever and when you die, he will have a place in Heaven waiting for you. God's son, Jesus, died on a cross a long time ago to forgive all of the bad things you have and will do. His gift of forgiveness is free, you don't have to do anything but take it from him. If you would like to take his gift of forgiveness, please pray the prayer below aloud or to yourself. Dear Lord, thank you for dying on the cross to save my life. Please come into my heart. I know I've done wrong things sometime in my life. I know you have forgiven my sins. Please continue to love me and have patience with me. Amen. If you prayed that prayer right there, you are now in God's book of eternal life. If you didn't, please think about doing so in the future. If you wanna talk to me, sign my guestbook and we can talk there.

ok i think that brian is cool and that these jokes are stupid. DUH!! AND I LOVE SOME1 THAT IS SCARED TO ASK ME OUT BECAUSE I TOLD HIM IF HE WOULD GO TO HOMECOMING BUT HE DOESNT KNOW

women choose who they love the most, men choose who love them the most

God is Love, Love is Real, Therefore God is Real

you can do anything you want, but most of the time you'll get arrested.

in foreign countries they do gential mutilation to women, in which they cut off the clitoris. that makes me glad to live in america, because here the men don't know where the clitoris is.

do hurricanes ever have names that start with Z?

Everyone hears what you say, friends listen to what you say.. Best friends listen to what you don't say!!

Real happiness is to see pretty smile on a baby face, or in geriatric eyes while praying to you with all rare wishes...

I am too much confuse what is happening around me? I see the sun rising and sun setting. At night i see stars and moon which is so beautiful and marvelous. I can not say any thing about nature. Often i think there may be a possiblity that in this universe there were stars but they do not shine, there were clouds but they never do raning. there was moon but it never reflect the sun light. there was earth but it never rotate around the sun so there are no days and night happend on this planet. I often think either i am phycially exist or not? I think the whole universe is the dream of God in which we are playing our own part like stage show in which we have to perform several characters but in fact we are just character nothing more. The fact is against the drama. I can not describe how i talk with others? what are the words? How words have meaning?How i listen other words? How i see things specially the tiny creation and the big stars? Where is love in my heart? Where is thinking leave in my mind? How i feel happy and sorrow some time without nothing reason?

The fan is God... No matter what I ask of it, it always says no.

What's it like looking through your eyes? I feel hate, and fear nothing in my life, nothing can be as painfull as what has already happened, then I think, but what about the after life? Will I be banished to Hell for my wrong doings? Surly Hell is worse then anything on earth. So shall I be saved or punished and start all over again...

a mystery

Hot Coffe Mod for GTA San Andreas- -The game was released without the "hot coffe" mod -The game still had the mod, but it wasn't available -soon, "hackers" retrieved the mod and distributed it to children all over the world -Parents and politicians throw a fit and hold countless conferences to discuss the ratings of games -The game is all over the news and Rockstar games gets alot of free publicity THE TRUTH IS OUT THERE!

unsure,at times unstable. I focus on my on my faults or perceived faults

Firstly, let us just answer a few questions. Yes, we are being serious when we say that we are going to be soon taken over by the butterflies of this planet. And secondly, NO we were not on some mind-altering drug. Thirdly, we’re NOT under the influence of any alcoholic substance when this letter of notification was written. Please heed our warning. It may be the only thing that can save us from our insect enslaved fate. The butterflies of this small planet of ours are plotting against us and but sooner or later they, using their superior intelligence, will over run the human race and become the high rulers of this tiny home of ours. It’s not just the butterflies but generally ALL insects. They are already reproducing frequently and even at this primary stage they outnumber us human beings with the ratio of 16 to 1. But the madness does not end at this despairing fact. Believe us, it gets worse. It has come to out attention that allegedly the butterflies behind this conspiracy have employed the garden gnomes to assist them in their world domination scheme. THIS IS NOT GOOD FOR HUMAN KIND!!! The garden gnomes are smarter than you think even though they have hired the outdoor plants to help them with the task of observation of us humans in our daily activities. But then again the outdoor plants weren’t that smart either so they went and hired the household plants without informing the garden gnomes. It doesn’t end here. I swear all this is true. Once again I would like to stress thar I, nor my partner in this serious report, are mentally ill or have any previous insanity records. The conspiracy get MUCH more complicated than all of this mayhem. Apparently, household pets are also in cahoots with the garden gnomes, plants, butterflies and insects. So if your family has a ‘pet’ living at your current abode we strongly advise the disposal of this so called ’cute’ little friend of yours. If the disposal of the pet is not near possible at this point in time, then our advice is to simply keep your mouth shut whenever you are at home or in the presence of your animal ‘friend’. If this is not possible in your current situation, then just keep your mouth shut as much as you can. In fact, just shut up altogether. That would probably be safer than anything else. Yeah… just shut up. When a dog wags his little tail (if he has one) it is only for show, a cover! Mostly it’s the quiet animals that are the most suspicious. They observe everything that is one or said in the vicinity and we are CERTAIN that they report back to their evil insect masters with all their gathered information. So it is time to get rid of your cute little puppies and cuddly little kittens. Throw them in the trash. Have them ‘taken care of’. Send them to live with your old aunt ’Patricia’ in the country. Even if you have resort to slitting their throats, we IMPLORE to take these actions. It’s the only way to keep our secrets secret. NEVER EVER EVER EVER EVER believe ANYTHING an animla lover tells you. They are most likely involved in the whole insect domination plan as well. Believe us, NO ONE can love animals that much! We end this publication on one final note- watch your back! And don’t forget your front, sides, above you and below you!!! They are NOT cute. Not a single one of them! They have already caught you unawares if you are still a strict animal worshipper. Believe us, you are DOOMED! Run! Run, run, run, run, run!!! Run away and don’t look back. Run away and don’t come back! They are coming to get us and they have NO MERCY! Run while you can! Infact, don’t trust anyone! Never look at birds in the trees the same way. Don’t even trust US! Well actually, you probably should. Still, run away. Trust no one and get a ride to the nearest safest uninhabited planet as soon as possible.

i dont understand why africans dont't just build there villages around wells instead of walking 10 miles everyday to get water..

Well me and my friend came up with this view... if you have a multi-cloured woolen jumper, that means it must come form a multi-coloured sheep.

Sometimes I think about the days in the week, when I do, I think about the importance of each day, when I do that I put significance to each day; Sunday: the day of rest, Monday: the start of the working week (for most), Tuesday: we'll come back to that, Wednesday: mid-week slope towards the weekend, Thursday: the last day of the week when you make any real effort and also payday sometimes, Friday: the day before the weekend and you start to slacken at work, Saturday: it's the weekend, hurrah! Now back to Tuesday; what point is there to Tuesday, I can't think of one, if you took out Tuesday from the week think of the benefits: Only four working days, nearly nine more weeks a year, so if you lived to be 70 you would theorically have 606 extra weeks of life, that's another 1.67 years!

'If i see farther than you, it is only because I am standing on the shoulders of giants.' - Issac Newton, Although it is normally considered a very profound statement, it turns out it was probably an insulting reference to the lack of height attributed to one of Newton's rivals. So remember that people now renowned and sanctified as geniuses were just normal people like us, 'I you prick us do we not bleed', they had feelings: Revenge, jealousy, cynicism, etc,, like the rest of us.

Morality Decimate morality ‘Till it’s free of thought And bear a scar that none can see But is more clear than not. If no virtue is no crime And no love when lust is fine Then vice is right And norm is wrong And that has been all along Where have we come, In this world? But down the hill We’re promptly hurled.

doodoo is everywere you step and you always smell butt crack

I think I have lingered, in a dream world for what feels like... eternity. Inside, I feel so empty. So hollow. And for far to long now. It's time to change. So this is my goodbye. Goodbye... forever.

i feel like iam diagonally parked in a parrallel universe

We all hide behind what we feel others will accept instead of just being ourselves. We fear what others will think about us or what they will say but when you just look at the big picture it all seems so silly. We all live, we all breathe, we all sleep, we all eat, we are all the same. so many of us live wordly lives and one who is "saved" by god can clearly see this. i was saved and now everything in this world isnt really that important to me anymore. i feel that those who are saved, it is their duty to try to direct others to god and to be as much like jesus christ, our all loving all caring lord and savior. my grandma for me was that person i could always look back on say, wow she loved me unconditionaly no matter what or in any situation and in my eyes she was acting like Jesus. i later found out she had been saved also. we must spread this love to each other, even our enemies. we are told to love god with all our heart and to love the neighbor as thyself, this includes your enemies. can you imagine if everyone in the world acted like jesus..... something to think about love each other and go to god and ask Jesus into your life, what have you got to loose! Nathan

Broccoli looks like trees, but trees don't look like broccoli! I love mushrooms.

if you wait, chances are you will lose what you really wanted, if you dont wake up and see what you have, it will be gone, if you dont take the chance, the chance will go to someone else, so take the chance, see whats in front of you, open your eyes to the truth before the truth is no longer, before it is someone elses. --By Shaun P. Donahue

What if you were a mental person making up your one world as you go on not really living it just thinking it and you were spoke everyword out loud and everytime you mention what i am saying right now everyone thinks you are about to come out of this world you are makiing up but really your not and your whole life is made up in your head.

Here's my own personal quote .. only use it if you post my name. I'm a perfectionist trapped inside an imperfect person. - Paula Keller

WALLS AS it is in great honor that I have met you and such a honor that I've come to love you. In stregth I long to take you, while through strength you take me too. How love finds perfect balance Beyond the walls. Walls once built to protect us, Can now be used to elevate us, To see all the true beauty that surrounds us, On both sides of our wall!

doesnt it feels like at some moments the world just turns on you for about 10 minutes. but then you think its better but your not sure. im in love but i fear he can get bored of me or not want to be with me. this isnt gonna make sense at all but i just need to talk. and i hope who ever reads this doesnt judge me but looks into me and try to see who i am...anywoo kyle my baby i love him soooo much i just wish he could see and i wish he showed me how he says he loves me too like he says he does. i love the way he talks his voice is rly lk music to my ears..i love his big ol' hazel eyes that shine when he talks to me..i love his hair and how fluffy and fun it it..i love his smooth lips especailly when i kiss them..i just love EVERYTHING bout HIM!! no one will never know how much. we have soooooo much fun together but somethimes i can take his shit but i look past that out into the future he doesnt. i hate fighting with him but i hate being without him. im going to stop talking now. thanks for listening...or reading. -Chloe

WEll, when you look through my eyes wellif there closed you see my eyelids so when you are sleeping r u staring at ur eyelids or are ur eyes just shut?

Looking through my eyes Sometimes looking through my eyes is like looking through stevie wonders glasses. Everything is so dark,cold,and sometimes lonely. When I see people hurting,I can feel people's pain. Like I was left outside in the rain. So you neber know how people feel unless you feel how they feel inside. But you can kida get the feeling when you look into their eyes.

I have experienced many trials & tribulations in my few,23 years on this planet.I was raised by a single mother and had 2 sisters.Being the oldest was hard enough but also the only male.It has been a struggle.Through it all I refuse to just give up.This is my "philosophy"if you will,about life and its hardships-"If I were to just give up on life now,after all my struggle,would be meaningless.It would be like a child just learning to walk,but falls and skins his knee.Afterward deciding never to walk again,but deciding to do nothig but sit there."

once upon a time there wazza kid ho sed"if i were a monkey id say"if i were a monkey id say"if i were a monkey id say"hi."""p.s.if i die i wont die this message will live on as the spirit of mankind forevermore!

in matters of love, it is better to be sorry than safe and alone

the fourth deminsion is only visible to the dreamer and the dreamer can only dream when he is asleep

"if life was easy then it wouldnt be life." devan clements

When you find something, It's always in the last place you look. The reason: When you find it, you stop looking for it. Isn't it strange when you hear an interesting word, then in the space of a few hours, you keep hearing and seeing that word over and over, on things you've listened to and seen before?

Well...........my words of wisdom are mean, as almost all my other ones but Here is something for ya... So Much Depends on Reputation – Guard it with your Life Reputation is the cornerstone of power. Through reputation alone you can intimidate and win; once you slip, however, you are vulnerable, and will be attacked on all sides. Make your reputation unassailable. Always be alert to potential attacks and thwart them before they happen. Meanwhile, learn to destroy your enemies by opening holes in their own reputations. Then stand aside and let public opinion hang them. ~ Thank you for your time.

Every thing in life has an opposite.

If you expect the unexpected, then you'll have to expect the really unexpected. This goes on until you have a perfect understanding of the universe. You apply this knowledge to help you on your quest to discover why teenagers are so strange. You are immediately creeped out by the results, and you start hiding in the seventh sanctum of thought and knowledge (a.k.a this awesome website). So just take things as they come and hang cool, mon. Cybergeek Signing Out

my eyes are brown, and right now i see a computer screen.

It sucks

if homework is work, then why dont people get paid to do it?

If the time comes and you need to choose between reality and your principles, choose the principle of reallity or the reality of your principles, because it a matter of regrets in the end...

i will quote with a poem that fits me perfectly: Another one got caught today, it's all over the papers. "Teenager Arrested in Computer Crime Scandal", "Hacker Arrested after Bank Tampering"... Damn kids. They're all alike. But did you, in your three-piece psychology and 1950's technobrain, ever take a look behind the eyes of the hacker? Did you ever wonder what made him tick, what forces shaped him, what may have molded him? I am a hacker, enter my world... Mine is a world that begins with school... I'm smarter than most of the other kids, this crap they teach us bores me... Damn underachiever. They're all alike. I'm in junior high or high school. I've listened to teachers explain for the fifteenth time how to reduce a fraction. I understand it. "No, Ms. Smith, I didn't show my work. I did it in my head..." Damn kid. Probably copied it. They're all alike. I made a discovery today. I found a computer. Wait a second, this is cool. It does what I want it to. If it makes a mistake, it's because I screwed it up. Not because it doesn't like me... Or feels threatened by me... Or thinks I'm a smart ass... Or doesn't like teaching and shouldn't be here... Damn kid. All he does is play games. They're all alike. And then it happened... a door opened to a world... rushing through the phone line like heroin through an addict's veins, an electronic pulse is sent out, a refuge from the day-to-day incompetencies is sought... a board is found. "This is it... this is where I belong..." I know everyone here... even if I've never met them, never talked to them, may never hear from them again... I know you all... Damn kid. Tying up the phone line again. They're all alike... You bet your ass we're all alike... we've been spoon-fed baby food at school when we hungered for steak... the bits of meat that you did let slip through were pre-chewed and tasteless. We've been dominated by sadists, or ignored by the apathetic. The few that had something to teach found us will- ing pupils, but those few are like drops of water in the desert. This is our world now... the world of the electron and the switch, the beauty of the baud. We make use of a service already existing without paying for what could be dirt-cheap if it wasn't run by profiteering gluttons, and you call us criminals. We explore... and you call us criminals. We seek after knowledge... and you call us criminals. We exist without skin color, without nationality, without religious bias... and you call us criminals. You build atomic bombs, you wage wars, you murder, cheat, and lie to us and try to make us believe it's for our own good, yet we're the criminals. Yes, I am a criminal. My crime is that of curiosity. My crime is that of judging people by what they say and think, not what they look like. My crime is that of outsmarting you, something that you will never forgive me for. I am a hacker, and this is my manifesto. You may stop this individual, but you can't stop us all... after all, we're all alike. +++The Mentor+++

On the keyboard of life, always keep one finger on the escape key

scary, i see things others dont.

Well, it all begins with me asking if you believe in spirits or the supernatural? Well, do you? If you do, I have a small experience to share with you. It all begins with my bedroom... I have experienced countless times that, while I was in it, my bed would sort of vibrate or shake somewhat, it kind of freaked me out, but I soon began to get used to it. This was happening more often after my sister had moved to my grandmother's for about a year, and I had the room to myself. Well, one night I decided to sleep out in the living room with my mom, because we wanted to lay beside the fire place. I slept like a baby the whole night, but not my mom. She had gotten up a few times during the night, and was sitting watching tv. All of a sudden she heard a banging noise. She went to investigate...it was my bed. It was knocking off of my dresser. The next morning she told me about it and it totally freaked me out. I don't think I have slept in it the same, but you know, I think mabe my bed missed me. It was angry with me leaving, but who really knows......I don't.

more men go to hell than girls do

it might not be the romantic way of seeing things but since we are all physical thus all of our reality is physical including emotions temporament,intellect etc.-all having been illicited by physical factors such as hormones,genetics,blood pressure,electrical impulses.all these factors are influenced by the laws of physical science.since gravitational pull affects us physically thus emotionally and intellectually.thus the movement of the stars could have a emotional and intelectual impact on us!!astrology might have a foot based in truth!!!!

What if we had canned water? Like a pop can but with water in it. Wouldnt it taste like aluminum? I think it would be cuz it would be in a alluminum can....right..? ~*From The Mind of LISA*~

Great Moments happen when a Great Oppurtunity presents itself.

In a survey about the rings of Captain Planet , more people picked fire over anything else. It's probably a part of human nature to be destructive. The first thing that comes to mind from "destruction" could be fire. On the other hand another major human emotion, "Greed", can be achieved by the Captain Planet ring "Heart." Which is basically mind control. But the little dude on the cartoon never used the ring on humans at all, so the theory of mind control achieved by the ring has never been proved. That may be the reason the ring was the least picked.

smile and the world smiles with you, cry and you cry alone.

nothing

The world is like a painting. The world is like a painting painted by a person. The world is like a painting painted by a person that is 3 years old. <!-- If you are confused by this, go back to literature class in High school. Or you could borrow Bill Clinton's brain, for obviously, he hasn't been using it. -->

i think there should be somewhere were i can add my riddle

When somebodies has a "honk if u love jesus" bumper sitcker, honk the horn twice and see what type of wave they give u. thats cool aint it. If all humanity were to die out, who would be around to care.

Hey you computer junkies, whoa, dont get mad, its a good thing, i am here to share my random crap with you lovely people, so here goes... Soupa Doupa Plasmatronic Donkey Flinging Coffee Twirling Chip Sauce. made with real chedder. I love that Its just, so COOL, dont you think? Britney Spears, Maria Carey and Ashlee Simpson should be shot they are gay Ashlee Simpson is NOT a punk rocker, you stupid people Britney Spears is a slag, not an idol Since when was Maria Carey our god anyway? STOP KISSING THERE ASS, PEOPLE!!!!!! Green Day ROCK! You know your in love when your hand in a meat grinder and dont notice. Chavs SUCK kill all the chavs!!!!! I LOVE YOU ALL!!!!

Sometimes I sit down at the computer and try to think of something meaningful to write, or a cool story to start on, or try to think up a deep & artistic poem... But i spend such a long time sitting and staring at the screen, thinking and dismissing ideas and visions, that I totally lose all interest for what I was doing and i get up and leave.

A classroom full of students gets a package from an old classmate that recently moved. The note with it reads: "Dear class, I am sorry we didn't get along before, although your taunting hurt me I can now see that we could have all been friends. Please accept this gift as my apology for being so inconciderate. -Pandora"

I am sick of women saying how much they hate themselves. We see this as normal. But when a woman should say something positive about herself, such as, "I like my legs" or "I think I look really good today," We see this as conceited. Or egotistical. I am 15 years old and I am sick of women hating themselves for not looking like pam anderson, angelina jolie, Halle berry, or whoever they want to look like. all types of beauty is beautiful so just embrace yourself and love you for being who you are. A unique human being!

America is the only country to fight for freedom and then make laws to take it away.

in my eye's there is a computer screen! if i look left i c a plug socket y did the screen go black!? i am A BANANA ! I H8 BANANA'S! Y R U STILL HERE NO NOT THAT ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ SOZ I FELL ASLEEP WOT WAS I SAYING AGAIN? OH YEAH THAT I AM BRILLIANT! SO TRUE SO HOW R U? Y DO U H8 ME? U DID WOT 2 MY ROOM! BRIGHT ORANGE! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO I SAID PINK U IDIOT! BUH BI LUV GRACIE WACIE IN GRACVILLE (ENGLAND I FINK) I DUNNO BI NOW NO REALLY I HAVE 2 GO! WHERE DO I LIVE? NO I HAVE 2 GO! GOOD BI!

What the Eye Cannot See The Heart Cannot Grieve Over I glanced down the alleyway and noticed a rather large snow-white door, covered with graffiti and the initials A.M moulded in its frame. The doorknocker, situated just below the crescent glass windows stood out, beneath the many multicoloured spray paint scrawls. The serpents jade coils wrapped around, smothered the silvery blue Lion, who’s ruffled mane, carved into the stone, was embellished with a tint of royal blue. I decided to amble towards it, my footsteps clattering on the grubby paving slabs that outlined the edge of the herringbone brickwork. Above this brickwork, slated roves rose closely to each other, about a stones throw away and down below, the dust devils gathered, spiralling around, forming a army of grime. Someone began whistling softly, disturbing the tranquillity and in the distance, a group of church bells chimed. Their sweet merry notes blending together, made my confidence and hopes soar. A whiff of vomit mingled in with an earthly scent that made my nose winkle as I glared at a pigeon that had obviously lingered too far, into my territory, nosing into a cluster of weeds. “He’s not the Messiah! He’s a very naughty boy!” echoed in my mind as I leaned back against the wall, my forehead sweating like mad. A rubbish bin with a metallic steel mesh and a gothic black liner flapped noisily in the wind, reminding me of the lighted beacon giving a signal to warn the community that a convict had escaped, whilst a caterwaul between two yowling tomcats continued in the alley opposite the one I was in. Close Shave! I thought, feeling my heart thumping against my chest. Then I froze as an ancient man with a toothy grin and a mysterious air limped towards me, the half-smoked fag hanging from his mouth. He glanced around nervously as if there was someone there who was not revealing themselves, before leaning over and hissing in my ear, “I wouldn’t go in there if I were you,” then he jerked head back in the direction of the door that innocently watched us from a safe distance. I noticed that he had only one proper hand with only a couple of crooked fingers. In the space of where the thumb had been, a pallid swelling could be seen, with a scar of dried blood on top. Then as quick as he’d come, he vanished. I shook my head and blinked, wondering if he really had been there or whether he was a figment of my imagination. I checked my watch. It was 10.00 and it was getting darker as time passed by. The stars scattered in the sky glinted and glimmered like tiny insignificant lanterns. Nothing moved. Well, almost nothing except for the scrap of paper that fluttered freely along in the gentle wind. The low drone of a car pulled up and parked quietly nearby just as a couple of bats serenaded overhead, searching around for insects and in that space of a fifteen minutes, a little owl screeched piercingly. Its cry, like that of a young criminal noosed in a gibbet that was situated over the city, a few metres away from the ravine, complete with several other lengths of rope. Taut, like buckskin, sopping wet as raindrops trickled down their single strands, sodden. A siren broke the silence, its voice howling like a wolf, weeping like one in pain, obviously coming closer. Blast! I thought as the siren triggered off the memories of the case this morning. Angrily, I kicked a half-empty can of diet coke against the wall, watching as it bounced back, its contents inside, hushed like a moth dancing in the honey glow of the torch, its wings making no sound at all. Bubbles drifted over the flat concrete squares like shattered twigs and a mushy mass of crushed leaves floating on the current of a miniature river, through the valley of man made brick embankments. The door was still there, its silver handle glittering in the shaft of moonlight. A draught blew around the corner and the door creaked slightly ajar, the handle rattled temptingly jangling the web that seemed to be laced by a distinct thread. A car door opened not far away and I could hear snippets of the conversation that carried in the wind. “Right Serge…I’ll be checkin’ this area…Right…Yes, Well I’ll get back to you if I find anything lurking around.” I listened, my ears burning. The guy was speaking into one of them machinery things, or perhaps it was a mobile, I couldn’t tell. Shit! Better make a move or they’ll be here pretty sharp! Where to go? The door stood there, half-open, playfully tantalising me with its keyhole. As if magnetized, I stumbled onwards, stretched and grabbed the handle. As I did so, I heard a muscular voice yell “OI! STOP, OR I’ll SHOOT!” I darted through the gap and slammed the door behind me, feeling it shudder in its frame. There was that eerie silence, which I had felt earlier, as I stood, in the wooden box, waiting for my doom. I rechecked my watch and let out gasp because I saw that the hands were pointing to the time, 7.35pm and the minute hand was ticking backwards. I was in some kind of courtyard and before me, at the other end of the field, was a small congregation of graves. To my left, I could hear water cascading down two stone-like cats with jewelled crystals for their eyes. I decided to follow the seeded path on my right, but judging from my reckoning, no matter what path you took, they all led to the same place, where the tombstones stood menacingly. I stopped near the nearest tombstone and stamped on its front, in broad golden lettering, was the name: A J Montano Born 1543 – Died 1529. I stared at the date in shock, and then touched the top of the stone. To my surprise, the air around it became icy and a fuzzy sapphire blue energy beam appeared, engulfing the stone. Then, a transparent profile pushed itself out of the grave, and hovered, above. Little did I know, that it was a relation of the thumb less bloke whom had warned me about this door, which little did he know, had led me to believe of what truly could happen, for anything, I now knew was possible. The ghostly shape ignored me totally and gazed blankly in the opposite direction from where I stood. I slowly rotated on the spot, and an upsetting sight came into view. A middle-aged couple were wandering towards us, dressed in mourning clothes. “You see,” hissed the figure, indicating the couple, “You understand that your life maybe utterly terrible at this point in time, but you are much better off and luckier than you think you are. To have the chance to wipe pages of your stained book clean, free of what you carry as your burden. That alone, is something important. At least you have the ability and the chance to do so, unlike some.” This information made me think. Think, like I’ve never thought about life before, but in much more depth. They placed some crimson yellow tipped tulips on a grave in front of me and quietly prayed for a few moments. “Bloody ‘ooligans,” said a voice bitterly, “they never change, they don’t. This is the comeuppance ‘e gets for bein’ innocent.” “To think…. of him hung up there all alone, waiting for ….Not my boy, oh I just can’t bear to think of it,” sobbed the woman, her tears spilling onto the grass and her sugared white lace handkerchief contrasted with the unfolding shadows of the trees. “It’s just so unfair.” “ He ‘as the ‘ole jury in his pocket, ‘e only ‘as to say one damn thing, and they just believe…” said the man, his patchy grey hair, wearing away. “He never did nuffin, he didn’t! God bless ‘im …” she replied tearfully, taking one last glance at the headstone, before they turned and walked away, mourning for the lost of their son. “Andre, Andre,” another barely audible voice was weeping for someone, who wasn’t there. I stumbled towards the sound, brushing away the branches that kept blocking my way. Finally I reached a clearing with what seemed like a cabinet with sliding panels that squeaked as they moved back into place. What stood on a stand inside was one of those rather old diaries, covered in leather with the name printed in olive calligraphy. Suddenly my watch alarm bleeped and I gazed down at it, noticing nothing unusual except for the fact that it read 6.35pm. Strange. “Who’s Andre?” I asked curiously, rubbing my wrists. The book snorted and replied quite scornfully. “You don’t know who Andre is? You don’t know?? Why of all the flamin’ cheek!” “Heard of what?!” “Poor Andre… such a fool to leave me here, alone in this era with some stupid person who has appeared, presumably from the future where you are, and yet still hasn’t worked out why he has come to unfold and to realise…. It’s just ludicrous…ludicrous I say!” The name clicked into my brain as I remembered. Andre James Montano used to be my brother I knew his real name; of course, but we never called each other by our real names. His name was J to me. I never realised about his problem when I was a kid, until it happened to me. Then, he left me, died, when I had just reached the age of thirteen, because of a illness, a killer illness. My parents nor friends could not understand it and everyone who I met, unless they had been experienced of the thing, thought I was weird. It was like a thousand voices chatting in my head, all at once and all of them demanded you to take orders from them, they confused you completely with light switches, what followed this was a series of hallucinations. It was awful. Only J knew how I felt. I had pretty disastrous childhood too. With my twin brother gone at thirteen, my life changed as I was moved from school to school. Rumours were spread about me and bullying even took place, but no one put a stop to it. I couldn’t escape. Then that terrible array this morning, in court when a great injustice was done to me, but I was proved innocent, that time. “Now, you remember,” said the book softly. Its voice disturbed my thoughts as they ebbed on like the aging spider spinning its delightful home, dazzling in the brightness of the moon. I watched an idiot fly collide, caught helplessly in the spiders clutches. Just like I had. “The door….” I whispered, “the door.” I had been enchanted, blindly like the fly blindly caught with the mesh of thread, balanced lightly between branch to branch, struggling, its life at stake. I couldn’t bear seeing it panic anymore so I slashed at the web, causing the fragile bonds to disintegrate like ashes. I heard some wind chimes, their lovely sounds resonating. The figure, which had followed me, creeping along like a vixen on the prowl, spoke again. “It is time…. for you to return, always look for a light to guide you.” Still watching the spider beginning to mend its home, I realised I had to go on, just like the sleek threads were sewn into each other until cut. I had to face the problems that made life a challenge, instead of running away from them all the time and that way, I was more likely to find my star at the end of the tunnel, leading me on to verbal bliss.

what was lost, wasn't found until forgotton.

The day I become an engineer will be the day Rapunzel gets a haircut.

There are atoms, and quarks, and leptons,ect.. it just gets smaller and smaller. And everything seems to have a patern to it. What if our solar system was equivilent to that of an atom. The planets revolve like electrons and the sun creates the nucleus. Now take millions of solar systems and put them together to make a new object equal to a molecule. When combining millions of these "molecules" it will create this olitmate figure, or perhaps continue the pattern!

I just thought I would submit this quote said by a friend of mine.

i dont know, i guess it would be pretty shit if you could not see. thats a fucked up question anyway i only see what my mind wants to see, remember seeing is not through the eyes, but that its a mean to gaining sensory input from the world , seeing is really in the mind, your eyes are merely a window, but interactions with feelings , emotions, and recognition all these things we take for granted is seeing. give me a mail at _____ and you can see for yourself thankyou very much ben

There are opposites to everything in this odd universe and they must always be balanced. However, in this world, for every action there is a consequence, but for every consequence there is ALWAYS an exception.

3/16/05 HELLO, AND PEACE TO ALL! I'D LIKE TO SHARE A LITTLE BIT OF ME WITH YOU AND WELCOME YOU TO MY WORLD AND HOPE YOU'RE INSPIRED SOMEHOW TO EXCEL AND GRAVITATE THE BEAUTY OF OTHER WORLDS POSITIVE AND UNKNOWN. THESE ARE SOME OF MY THOUGHTS AS POEMS, PARABLES AND SHORT STORIES. S.HOLMAN ALL COPYRIGHTS(C)2001-2005 LIBRARY OF CONGRESS WASHINGTON, D.C. 20559-6000 WWW.CROWNPUBLISHING.NETFIRMS.COM SELGYPCROWN@YAHOO.COM "BEAUTY" YOU WRITE A RIDICULOUS POEM, AND REALIZE IT NEEDS MENDING. YOU REPHRASE THE WORDING - AND CORRECT THE STORY-LINE, BUT CONCENTRATE NOT ON - THE NEED FOR PERFECTION, BUT LEARN THE BEAUTY - OF SELF-CRITICISM. "FEAR" YOU GO ON AN - INTERVIEW FOR A JOB. YOU GET OFF THE BUS; AND REALIZE YOU ARE - STILL SIX BLOCKS AWAY FROM YOUR DESTINATION. PERHAPS YOU WILL BE LATE. THE AD IN THE PAPER - IS ALREADY A WEEK OLD. OBVIOUSLY, THERE WILL - BE OTHERS VYING FOR THE POSITION. YET, YOU ARE SKILLED, AND DESERVE A CHANCE. IS IT WORTH THE - SIX BLOCK JOURNEY, OR WILL YOU BE - REJECTED FOR INCOMPETENCE? THE ANSWER LYS NOT - IN WHETHER YOU SUCCEED OUT OF FEAR, BUT WHETHER YOU SUCCEED OUT OF FAITH. "JEALOUSY" A RICH YOUNG MAN WHOSE HEALTHY, WISE AND - MAINTAINS A BEAUTIFUL FAMILY, CAREER AND LIVELIHOOD - BECOMES ILL ONE DAY. THE DOCTOR FINDS NO AILMENT. THE MAN IS NOT A HYPOCHONDRIAC. YET, HE IS DIAGNOSED - WITH A MENTAL DISORDER. YOU SEE, HIS NEIGHBOR - AN OLD POOR ILLITERATE PEASANT WHOSE EXTREME HAPPINESS - PROVOKES THIS PATIENT'S JEALOUSY. "RACISM" RACISM - LIKE A FILTHY ANNOYING FLY THAT FEEDS OFF OF ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING - FROM FECES TO THE GARBAGE IN THE GUTTER. "HATE" HATE - LIKE MAGGOTS SQUIRMING TIGHTLY TOGETHER - GROWING FAT OFF EACH OTHERS' BODY SCUM. "INCOMPETENCE" BEING PHYSICALLY DISABLED BY TWO BROKEN LEGS - BUT, NOT REALIZING THE POWER OF A FREE AND BOUNDLESS MIND. "LOVE" LIKE A FLOWER WELL BLOOMED, ADORED AND BEAUTIFUL - TO THE EYE; LIKE A FLOWER STILL BEAUTIFUL, AND WELL LOVED - AS IT SHRIVELS AND DIES. "FAME" YOU'VE REACHED THE SUMMIT PEAK OF - THE MOUNTAIN TOP. LOOKING DOWN - YOU HEAR THE ROAR OF THE CROWD BENEATH YOU - CHEERING FRANTICALLY FOR YOU. SUDDENLY, THERE'S A LANDSLIDE, YOU TRAIL THE SLOPES - TO THE FOOT OF THE MOUNTAIN. LOOKING UP - YOU HEAR THE ROAR OF THE CROWD ABOVE YOU - FADING GENTLY AS THE SILENCE ENGULFS YOU. "SUCCESS" CRUELTY - CAN PERMANENTLY SCAR. KINDNESS - CAN PERMANENTLY HEAL. "GOOD AGED WINE" 'TWAS THE DAY WE DIDN'T FIGHT, BITCH - OR TRY TO KILL EACH OTHER. - AND THE SHEETS WERE WET WITH OUR DESIRE. FIRE IN OUR EYES - AND THEN THE SILENCE. AND EVERY DROP, OR OUR LOVE WE DRANK - TO THE FULLEST, LIKE GOOD AGED WINE - EXCEPT OUR LOVE'S UNFILTERED, NON-BOTTLED. A CABERNET WE ADORE, LIKE PERHAPS HEITZ MARTHAS'VINEYARD - 1990 FOR SURE. I HOPE YOU'VE ENJOYED THESE LITTLE SMALL TESTIMONIES OF LIFE'S EXPERIENCES FROM MY BOOK TIME PASSAGES. PLEASE FEEL FREE TO EMAIL ME AT SELGYPCROWN@YAHOO.COM - THANK YOU AND PEACE AND LOVE TO YOU ALL!

Since I was 7, i saw the world wisely as i was 17, its all looks the same, nothing has changed in my mind, But Soceity changed everything, a word and get you aressted....and pharse can get you killed. For i see the world the same way, as before i learned about Einstein, i thought similar to him, so close its scary, for i have a great mind, and a great understanding at life. I am not math genius like Einstein, but i can change the world, as i know i can, i come across the problem of SOCEITY, how can i change the world at a point in time when the world wont listen, THEY Say im a child,at 17 , age is only a number, my understanding of life would say i am a senior citizen. For i never said these words before, but now seemed as if it was the right time...

As I see it, we're all on the playground of life, its just that most of us have our legs stuck in the monkey bars.... -Ali Drumm

What would happen if everyone in the world took the biggest gasp they could at the same time?

If you break down the world "politics," poli=poly=many tics=ticks=small blood sucking creatures Politics = many small blood sucking creatures If Pro is the opposite of Con Is Progress the opposite of Congress?

Everyone should have something to believe in. I believe I'll go fishing.

If ignorance is bliss, then why is the planet not a paradise?

All comunication is nothing but explanation.

You have to live life with all your heart. It's like James Dean said "Live as if you'll die tomorrow. Dream as if you'll live forever."

Here is a poem that I wrote in the 6th grade..I am now in the 8th grade. And I still live by that poem! It's all about Us The squirrels eat peacefully, The birds chirp loud, The sounds of the music make this little world proud. I sit here and think of how my life counts, And how every single person costs a big amount. You and I both know we all are not perfect, So those happy little creatures are very very worth it. We all seem so happy in out happy little houses, But just think of those who don't even own blouses. This world of ours is mine and yours to share, So why don't we all be very aware, It's all about us in the process of life. This little world of ours will live, It just might.

Adventures of the Jovial Comrade Written by Vinto Spliminto & Kd McBrue Chapter 1 One day not so long ago two malevolent forces were working in a magical place called Aerotron. These forces were the Giant Crushmoron and his trusty sidekick Yucan Trustme. Aerotron was one of the spaceships that were dedicated to circling the Earth in search of those damned Portolars, the German answer to the gypsy's Puzta. After the Portolars were destroyed by Yucan and Crushmoron (or so they thought), the two so-called “heroes” had little to do. They decided that Yucan should jump on the giant Crushmoron's shoulders and create a stampede of epic proportions on the planet Sigrovich, the only all-communist world, and the most powerful by far. The two “Great Bastards” as they often referred to others and themselves, landed in their personal spaceship, Kalamazoo, on the barren wastelands that the Reds knew as Stalin's Crack. This vile and stinky place was often barraged by small Lysol bombs and was only inhabited by the extremely evil and vile creatures that the Soviets knew only as, Crackerz. These Crackerz were huge, they lived off the vile stench that arose from the chasm on which they hunted for dung beetles and Liverpool’s. Nobody knows the trouble they’ve seen; but then, most just shut the dô to keep out de devil. Anyway, the stampede became known to the Soviets and they decided to let the stink deal with the raging beasts. Yucan wondered why there had been no resistance to the enormous stampede through Stalin's Crack; surely, the Crackerz would try to stop the Bastards. Crushmoron explained that the Soviets although the greatest people in the universe, they couldn’t stand the smell of such rancid stinky-ness. As these two reached the end of Stalin's Crack, they saw the Pink Torpedo of Democracy readying to fire on the enormous flood of rancid stench that was beginning to diffuse into the universe. The democratic leprechauns decided to call their chief with great powers who is only known as The Really Fucking Powerful Super Emperor Badass Chief Leprechaun. He sent the Pink Torpedo of democracy screaming to abolish this stinky, stinky mess. As usual, the Americans failed to do anything that helped at all. This caused a great amount of Soviet destruction of rapidly expanding planets with their new weapon, The Jovial Comrade. He was not just any ordinary comrade. He fried the marauding Crackerz back to the Crack they came from and zapped the damn capitalists back to Michigan where they belong. As for Yucan and Crushmoron, they hid with their friend known to the soviets as Singasong the Supergay in the deepest depths of the chasm on Stalin’s Crack, known only to the locals as, the Colon. Chapter 2 Yes it’s that time again >cue heroic music< it’s time yet again for the Jovial Comrade! After taking care of the putrid prank of Yucan and his stupid friend Crushmoron, the Jovial Comrade went on a trip to the over populated planet of Earth and removed the entire Lenin Memorial to his home planet of Pyontenatchu, a small communist planet that housed nearly all of the Oriental communists. Needless to say, The Really Fucking Powerful Super Emperor Badass Chief Leprechaun was in awe of The Jovial Comrade memorial relocation to a place more deserving. And needless to say, with out Chief Leppy the Jovial Comrade would not be the hero that he is today. Leppy holds a monopoly on Lotus Shamrocks, a new hybrid plant that grows only on Pyontenatchu. Small fields of it are grown by the rice paddies of the Orientals. With these Shams, no one would or could stand against our hero, JC (the Jovial Comrade). JC had just learned of a new plot of the maniacal heroes of capitalism, Crushmoron and Yucan; headed by Singasong the Supergay. They planned to use the stench that still radiated off of them from they're escapade down Stalin's Crack to super heat the planet of Pyontenatchu and destroy the food supply of the Orientals that lived there. They realized that their plan made too much sense, so they decided to have Crushmoron sing songs by the Hanson’s and poison the minds of the little Orientals. The Orientals would then destroy all their rice crops and grow strictly daisies; and soon they would become as straight as Elton John. The queer denizens of horrible things like pastel shirts for men, and the Bee Gees came out of their hiding places in the closet and flew from Rainbow Land as straight as a homosexual can fly, and plummeted towards JC's beloved homeland. JC after accomplishing his quota of making love to his beautiful wife Ivana Rompski, and other important communist deeds, heard the strange sound of off key music. Quickly he flew into action. As he had suspected, the Giant Crushmoron and Yucan were driving around in their Geo Metroflier, blaring the dreaded “Mmmmmbop” song while they sang along. The Oriental people cowered in fear, but couldn't stop the mind numbing music. They did their best but were still being slowly turned towards limp wrist actions and other Liberachic tendencies. JC knew he could not tackle this situation alone. He needed the help of >cue heroic Irish music< The Super etc. Leprechaun! The little man rushed to the rescue and began singing an Irish song titled “The Kilburn High Road” and all of the Orientals miraculously started dancing an Irish jig. The song drowned out the pathetic buzz of the Geo Metroflier and the puke-tastic “Mmmmbop” song. JC flew towards the antagonizing flaming fags, picked up their car, and hurled it into the nearest supernova to perish forever. The Irish and the Orientals put aside their differences and together smoked Lotus Shamrocks to forget the lispy events of the day. The shams were so pure that the Orientals eyes un-slanted and they grew almost to a combined height of four feet. As for JC, well he went back home to Ivana and they went fishing In Livhapi Lake. Chapter 3 One time The Queen of Death Valley was walking in the rain as she was wont to do on her home planet of Avalon. She was draped in a flowing gown of white lace. With the dress clinging to her voluptuous body in the rain, she shed her coverings of delicate lace; and on she walked through the rain. Ahead, underneath and alcove of willows there were two shadowy figures. Surprised to see others on here secret grounds she cautiously went to see who it was that was trespassing. As she neared she recognized the flawless masculine body, she knew it could only be one man, the Jovial Comrade. Knee high to JC stood the other man, The Really Fucking Powerful Super Emperor Badass Chief Leprechaun, or Leppy as his friends called him. They had come to her with Lotus Shamrocks; they needed her official approval that these shams were indeed the best in the Universe. So the Executive Shamrock Regulator gladly obliged, and indeed it was as Leppy and JC had hoped, they had the only supply to the greatest shams in the Universe! As Leppy went out for food and JC and The Queen were fishing, those fiendish characters Yucan and his buddy of the anal assortment Singasong the supergay were up to their marabou boas in mischief. Crushmoron was at the annual giant stupid bastard capitalist anonymous meeting in his home planet of Gorgatron. Yucan and Singasong the supergay were going to kidnap Leppy while the only other two heroes that could stop them were “occupied”. In doing so, they could then corner the sham smoking population into crushing Leppy’s control of the market. Leppy would lose his magical powers if he couldn’t smoke sham at least once a day, and the Emerald Planet would be defenseless against the aggressive population of the Greedy Hippies, the secret society that had lost quite a lot of money when it was found that the sham’s from the Emerald Planet were better then the weeds that the Hippies smoked. The hippies were vengeful lanky capitalists, and were only held at bay by the JC and Leppy, seeing as the Queen, the leader of the Death Valley Headless Horsemen, was always on adventures seeking the dollar at the end of the tunnel riding on their pegasi (plural form of Pegasus). With Leppy tied up, they could make his planet fall to the hippies. With the sham market control, they would turn it over to the hippies and enslave the entire Emerald Planet. Yucan and Singasong the Supergay jumped into their Geo Metroflyer and took off after the leprechaun. They hit with their pint-sized vehicle, and knocked the already shammed Leppy completely unconscious. They drug him to the hippies’ planet and waited for his power to completely diminish. Meanwhile the Queen and JC were still fishing seeing as neither one wanted to do anything else in the rain. What will happen to Leppy? Will the world be at the mercy of Capitalists? or Will our hero realize his friends terrible plight and come to the rescue once again, or will he be to late?! Find out next time in THE ADVENTURES OF THE JOVIAL COMRADE!

its an odd place filled with irony. the world is so good yet, so many fear about things that have no effect to the long term of life. i feel so sorry for those that are just in most basic terms unaware. awareness to me is the number one thing i should be keeping my focus on. it is awareness that leads to understanding and its understanding that leads me to knowledge. which should be everyones desire. without knowlege there is nothing. why experience anything if you have nothing to expaling it with or compare it to. i guess its just the way of equilibrium to keep the world set with mostly people complitely unaware. it just sickens me. how many unware entities there really are. its actually quite frighting. but to keep a virus running youve got to have a lot of viral cells working religion is the most interesting of all things to talk about mainly because it is the one topic most people are most afraid to talk about. who cares what you believe... honestly. why try to change someone from their ways. if any change espically in religion should occur that should be a self driving decision. but to hear what different people believe about sex, death and the weight of sin is the most interesting thing converse about conversations...life is so much better with good ones. keep the good ones coming

Happy is the man who is satisfied with that which he has. Unfortunately, he doesn't exist. C.W.Thomas

as a mother of two? - terrifying!

if u never trust anyone then you cant be lett down but if you dont trust yourself youll fail

Like dancing through ur day

"I see life as one big fascade. We get older and attempt to learn from our mistakes but typically are creatures of habit. We live in a world that we think exists. We can do anything we set our minds too, our only limitations are the ones that we put on ourselves." Allison R. Sawyer 5-9-06

Whoever said honesty is the best policy, must have been a liar.

Torture The flaming bodies, the horrifying screams, this must be hell, or so it seems, i am alive and well, not dead and buried, but i cannot run from this man-made hell, their cries ring in my ears, their fucked up pain is all i hear, the flames twist maniacally, the enemy laughs wickedly, they have no help, no where to go, God has cast them into the shadows, he no longer watches, no longer does he take care, because when you die, he'll be able to watch you there, a spear in the side, a betrayal the smile can't hide, cuts deeper than the ones on my skin, since they changed to enemy instead of friend.

On long car journeys, try and make eye contact with as many people as possible when on the roads. Make it a competition. However, try to prevent unwanted accidents, and only smile at people who belong to the sex you find yourself attracted to. Truck drivers are especially friendly in these circumstances. And another thing, try to get as many to toot their horns at you as possible when you are a pedestrian (but only by waving, not running in front of the. That would be stupid)

Don't look for love, let it find you. Once you have it, don't let it go, for the greatest pain in this world is the pain of love lost." Its not mine, I just take it and I thought it was nice

I see life like a lot of people do. You live it once - don't waste your time here. I don't want to lie on my deathbed and think "if only..."

i was watchin this movie on direct tv called "ridin the bullet." the movie was ok but it was what they said at the end that got me thinkin. "fun is fun done is done no one lives forever but we all shine on." to somw that was a good way to end the movie but it it gives me a sence of hope i guess. to no that if i was to die young i would still have a chance to do something great. that i would have another chance to do something amazing. thats what that quote means to me an maybe somw will see my as reading to much into it,i dont think so. i think it makes me more opinionated about some of the smaller things that most people might pass up with out giving it a second thought.

When Life gives you lemons, throw them at someone!

Inflatable giraffes are near. Piggy banks are child's play. The Sims is always fun to play. Monkey tins and duct tape. Flash cards and the remains of last year. Blue birds jacket. An old script, is the world all coming to an end? Or am I just stuck in my room? Use me to keep clean. Bubbles and candles seem to invade my space, yet nothing seems to fit in its' right spot. Are you a jerk, or a weird-o. And even if you're lucky, you will amount to zero.

Happy... It's sometimes easier than you think... If you keep thinking of the bad things You'll only know the bad things... I know at times there are only bad things You have to think of the good of the past Or the good to be in the future. I know it's hard, But, I know the happy is there. The happy is in me somewhere. I just have to dig down and find it.

When life gets tough We have to learn to take the pain And when the pain comes we must learn how to deal with it If not, things get soft and it’s hard to grip. ts tough

Why eat corn flakes in a bowl with milk when you can just eat corn chips with a glass of milk?

i was sitting at my friend's house. lets call him vance. and he has a mansion and the basement has surround sound with the TV so it's always fun to watch TV at his house. He tells me everything. He was talking to me about getting bakc with his ex. he told me he misses her. i told him she'd end up hurting him. but he convinced me that everything would be ok and that she really has changed. i told him "ok. but if i'm right i'm gonna end up slapping you". (which he said was just fine (obviously he's very confident)). we watched movie after movie. our parents like to talk alot. so we have nothing better to do. he was watching so action film. i got bored and started reading The Hitchhikers guide to the galaxy. he asked me what it was about. i gave the book to him cuz there was a synopsis on the front cover. so he read it and i said i'd explain it in detail. so he got done reading it and i started telling him and Ford being a researcher for the Guide and suddenly vance reached out and grabbed my breast! "this isn't happening" i thought. Vance turned and covered his face suddenly realizing what he had done. "oh my god" he said to himself in disbelief. Trust me. I couldn't believe what he had just done. "tell me he's joking," i thought to myself. What the hell was this? "I'm leaving" i said. i grabbed my book and beat it out of there. I ran all the way upstairs where my sister was watching a movie on vance's computer (it had a dvd rom). i asked her to come downstairs with me to get a glass of water. Vance was still in the basement. She drank half a glass of water and i drank two whole glasses for lack of anything else to say. she went upstairs again and i hid in the garage. I thought to myself "what would my old friends tell me if i told them about this?". i followed whatever advice i thought they'd give. I pulled myself together afer several "i've been violated by my good friend" thoughts. i let it go. i was over it. i decided to come back inside (after a very long time) my father yelled at me for sitting out in the cold. i went and sat in the fancy living room after my father was done scolding. i peered out of the room. i saw vance. i motioned for him to come over. he entered the room and immediately started apologizing 50 times. i said it was ok. and then 50 times again. the "i'm sorry wouldn't stop" i was ok. i was fine. don't worry about it i told him. "i wasn't even horny. i don't know why i did that" he insisted. i believed him. i trust him (though not as much anymore. it happened recently. it'll take a while to gain back trust. i told him alot about myself also) People would think to themselves "what was he thinking?" i have a simple answer: he wasn't. he wasn't thinking. men.... of course i shouldn't say that. you can't just say every man will do this. i know men who have NEVER violated someone. a gentle caress was asked for by girlfriends and such. Such gantelmen are my friends. i tend not to make too many friends with girls. though i'm female i don't like the female attitude of most of my peers. I had no worries of ever being violated. After all i'malways just a friend. so much to the point that i usually have no boyfriend (rightfully so) and i like that fact. but i was taken aback and shaking severly when it happened. also it happened yesterday. i mean i have fun looking at this site but i knew it would come in handy. for many who'ce been violate they either want to hide from EVERYONE. or rush to tell SOMEONE. so i had to tell someone. after all. you don't know me. the point is that it is in the past. I hope i'm over it. though it is difficult to concentrate on things lately. it'll be behind me soon.

The owl and the pussy cat went to sea in a beautiful pea green boat The density was less than one and that's why it stayed afloat The owl looked up to the moon above which reflected the light of the sun which is 93 million miles away and gives light to everyone They sailed away for a year and a day, 366 days or 8784 hours to put it another way They dined on mince and slices of quince which are full of good things like protein. Then hand in hand at the edge of the sand they did work outs to make them more lean

I was dreaming one night God came to me..He said unto me...Why is everyone so sad here...I just replied,Because we dont know where we are.

Life...What we all run from...Yet try to keep.