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   Caught in a web of lies Favorite Quotes:
Vincent: I have no fear of death. It just means dreaming in silence. A dream that lasts for eternity.
Spike: [sarcastically] You're an original, aren't you?
Vincent: No one can draw a clear line between sane and insane. You move that line as you see fit for yourself. No one else can. You'll understand soon... that the one that's insane is this world. Do you want to come with me?
Faye: Da*n it! Moro** don't learn until they die!
Swimming Bird: This blue eye perceives all things conjoined. The past, the future, and the present. Everything flows and all is connected. This eye is not merely seen reality. It is touching the truth. Open the eye of truth... There is nothing to fear.
Vincent: Is there an indelible line dividing sanity from insanity... Or do they change, one into the other at the slightest change of events? We'll find out soon enough. If the world itself is insane.
Vincent: Of the days that I have lived, only those I spent with you seemed real. |
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Good afternoon y'all
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Sep 28, 2011 8:04 am
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Sorry can't talk now. Busy licking the thick white stuff off the top of a long hard thing! WHAT?! You pervert!!
I'm eating
Vanilla....... ice ......cream off a cone! GEEEZ!!
Always forgive you enemies. Nothing annoys them more.
Do I have enemies?....uuhhh can't think of any even though I tried to repel strangers.
Never put of till tomorrow what you can avoid doing entirely.
I'm an angel! Honest! The horns are just there to keep the halo up straight.
No ones a virgin life screws us all.
Smile it scares people.
Of all the things I've lost, I miss my mind the most.
If you are what you eat, you're fast, cheap, and easy.
The difference between genius and stupidity is that genius has its limits.
The problem is not the problem, the problem is your attitude about the problem.
I think you're constipated, in your f***ing soul... I think you might have a really big load of grumpy petrified poop up your soul's ass. - Penelope from Brothers Bloom
Thank you for Not Smoking. Cigarette smoke is the residue of your pleasure. It contaminates the air, pollutes my hair and clothes, not to mention my lungs. This takes place without my consent. I have a pleasure, also. I like a beer now and then. The residue of my pleasure is urine. Would you be annoyed if I stood on a chair and pizzed on your head and your clothes without your consent?
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Praise him
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Aug 16, 2011 2:01 am
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I attempted to visit blogland last night and ended up falling asleep in between watching some wrestling with the dudes. Tired and sore from the month of the cramps again. Nothing like a shower which eases it off.
I watch wrestling for the lols, the botched moves and silly put downs. The best and quickest at firing it is CM Punk, he gives everyone the sick burn. The best "heel" a.k.a villain in the soap opera action. I also watched the old series of Beverly Hills 90210 after discovering my sis is viewing the newest version of it 90210. She was comparing and we were exchanging notes on how the old and recent show differs. Brenda and Kelly make their cameos in the first series. I still love the theme track.
Happy anniversary to the good men out there, to God who made him reappear in my life to develop something more than we had before, the special one.
Praise the Lord for the glorious days
It is wonderful in every way
Praise thee for the skies and all support from above
For his reflections of purest unending love
Praise thee for the rivers and the oceans
For the lightening strikes that brings brilliance to the night
Frightening they may be, conducting electricity
Praise thee for the animals that flies, walks and swims
For cherry and cheery faces and life giving air of words
Praise thee for the caring family and few exclusive friends
For the living spirit that keeps beating until we kick the bucket
Praise thee for you and me for the ability to hear, smell, touch and open our eyes
Praise thee for the priceless memories and precious wealth more valuable than material wealth
Praise thee for for all creation
For helping us to go beyond limitation
To reach out to the unknown world
Hold us as the future gently unfolds
And as we go out the door
Let's praise for each new day
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Which single r u?
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Aug 11, 2011 5:59 pm
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Just popping in quickly to say hello to cheer up a friend and ask how you are.
I'm too pooped out to go on the internet, so I take longer breaks and try to be more efficient with each visit.
Busy working even more than usual and coming and going places with the peeps, running errands, doing chores and making the most of the last month of the summer with the siblings before we all go back to school. Maybe some day in 2 years I'll be a supervisor. 
Although, it's been rather disappointing to watch other kids in a small part of the U.K so bored to death and have little discipline perhaps from a lack of parental guidance who join in with criminal activities.  This isn't a good image for the upcoming Olympics and it's only weakening the economy.
For now, I thought of you when I read this.
Which one or more are you?
1. The Bitch--- As soon as he comes and tells her that he loves her, she'll start on a campaign of ruthless mean-girl behaviour, from inappropriate public snarking to infidelity. He'll eventually leave her. Then she becomes....
2. The Victim--- Either persistently dates men who can't offer them real commitment (married, excessively self-interested, geographically or emotionally remote) or simply indulges in a broad spectrum of commitment-phobic behaviour while continually wailing "What is wrong with me?" and grumbling about the lack of decent men out there.
3. The List-Maker--- Even if he fulfills that long list of requirements she has for an ideal mate- from body hair to bank account- she'll find another detail (the noise he made eating moules) that is, in the end, a deal breaker.
4. The Freedom Junkie-- Has a huge appetite for life, great hunger for new experiences, is constantly making exciting plans. Men can't keep up. She can't keep still, is always travelling. Fundamentally, probably has a deep seated fear of death.
5. The Love Addict-- It's all "he's the one", until the romance runs out and then loses interest /gets bored/ starts nitpicking / creates drama.
6. The Joyous Commitment Agnostic-- May have worked through all the pathologies above and now simply couldn't give a toss about relationships, has a nice life and doesn't care who knows it.
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R.I.P to the dead
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Jul 25, 2011 11:30 am
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Couldn't comprehend what leads a person to be so twisted causing death, pain and sorrow the innocent bystanders.
Death already visits everyone whether it be by accident, naturally through ageing or global disasters. Why do people have to speed it up? Why are some more of an a$$hole than another? Why be so selfish and inconsiderate of others? Why does it have to be just about them and not put other people's needs and emotions first? Why not care? Why does it has to be a "necessary cruelty" to people who had nothing to do with his madness? Why involve others just because he feels the world needs cleansed when he doesn't agree with the increasing mix of culture living in harmony? Why the need to be destructive to others?
I can understand the self-destructive nature of Amy Whinehouse from the reckless days of youth. Although I haven't been a fan of her music. I feel her losing control of her addiction and emotions.
I guess some questions need not be answered.
It's the season the trees die
The birds don't sing anymore
The rivers never come back
Nature dies out.
It's the season the trees die
The birds don't sing anymore
The rivers never come back
Nature dies out.
Focus tomorrow's horizon
Sorrow means no future
Cover my face
With my guilty hands
This tragic future
destined to hurt never heal
What end can save me?
What good gives me an end?
It's the season the trees die
The birds don't sing no more
The rivers never come back
Nature dies out.
It's the season the trees die
The birds don't sing no more
The rivers never come back
Nature dies out.
First passion
Now is lost
A dramatic dead story
I killed all I have
My sadness - Translated into madness
I spell meaningless words
A poem for sorrow and death
Nothing is innocent
Nothing is fair
I keep wondering
I keep wondering
How did I end up like this?
Focus tomorrow's horizon
Sorrow means no future
Cover my face
With my guilty hands
by Rotting Christ
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