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bow legs turn me on. Flat asses- ugh. That stench- omg Too much make up-- grr back-off girl Long nails-- nope! get away from me bad choice of lipstick-- I sure as hell aint kissing you. Weeve-ons gone awry-- you look like a turkey |
ltunde:hahahahahahah do my ribs hurt, or do they just hurt? |
Ask yourself what you want. What causes depression most of the time is when the subconscious mind is going through conflicting information, most of the time unknown to the thinker. When one realizes, the depression disappears. Think, remind yourself what matters most. You'll make it, stay focused. |
It's really sobbering to notice your longing to feel important. You as well as many others feel this "burden"-- self inflicted, I might add-- to wittness your gospel, as mindlessly as possible. I will not stand before your god's court-- despite your ernest wish-- and he will not play any video tape of this message I'm typing you right now. He cannot and will not do anything, simply because he doesn't exist. If you wish we have an intelligible discourse, carefully and systematically If you don't care, you can ramble on about how you idol will judge me, and I'll continue to tell you P.S stop using caps like a slowpoke. |
![]() I'm sick. I gotta make a quick puke. |
I'll commit suicide. |
There is no siting on the fence when it comes to God. You have to take a stand.Bible thumpers. I don't know if you ever stop and think about this message you thump, and about the I'm in search of a being greater than the dumb-idol you worship, a being with reasoning. Till I find him (or it, or whatever), I remain agnostic. IT SAY ONCE I WAS YOUNG NOW OLD I AM I HAVE NEVER SEEN THE RIGHTEOUS FORSAKEN NOR HIS SEED BEG FOR BREAD.Please allow me indulge you. For this statement, you're either very stupid, or very brain-washed to shut your eyes that blatantly. Your "righteous" starve, and your "holy" die of food poisoning, and your god's seed make babies they cannot feed. More "righteous" men are going to beg bread this sunday. Christians apall me with their ignorance. |
one word: kids. |
I'll remain on the fence, that way I'll get the best of both worlds. If you're right (which doesn't change anything) then cool, I don't mind being wrong. But there's no judge to determine that. All we have with religion is our guts, nothing more-- your convictions. If logic plays different to different people, the perceptions will most certainly differ-- even between you and me. The greatest genius was not the man that knew everything, but sought knowledge-- and found it. The real question is what is the truth |
Backxlider, I don't want to turn this into an argument. people you can see that a man is Just a man. Follow Christ and follow no man. The religion of the worship of man is death.Your perspective. But I don't do religion. I USE THE WHIP yes BUT THERE IS MORE emotion WHEN I APOLOGISE for BEATING him and he is happy with me (if I can't apologise for beating him I DONT TOUCH HIM MOST OF THE TIMES).Sometimes, what matters is not what is going on in your own head, but the impressions you're creating. My dad most likely whipped me in "love", but it almost doesn't matter-- the mind works in funny ways. I BEAT HIM WITH LOVE IN MY HEART BECAUSE I HAVE LEARNT IT FROM NO ONE BUT CHRIST. JUST READ THE WORDS OF CHRIST YOU WILL SEE WHO YOU SHOULD FOLLOW. WHEN I WAS A KID I WAS BEATEN AND IT ONLY BROUGHT SOMETIMES HATRED BUT WHEN I AM SPOKEN IT IS MORE PAINFUL AND IT BROKE MY STONY HEART.I really want you to realize that this is just your opinion. This is your experience. It happens differently for different people. do keep that in mind. Find christ he will give you the love that you need. don't follow no man follow him(CHRIST) by prayer and reading of his word.Christ was a man. Shakespeare was quite intelligent too. He wrote inspiring poems, you need to check them out. |
isn't it just time someone stoped mentioning this demon attack bullshit? Some of us are trying hard to enlighten you about what makes the children choose and you're busy talking about demon posession-- By the way, what is demon possession? Can you give me a solid definition? If you can't, shut up! |
Not trying to be sadistic, but it would help you to face reality. You're going to die. Get ready. I wont join the wagon that would tell you "i'm praying for you". There's is a very mighty possibility they're not; Most of them didn't even remember you today. I'll tell you: See You In The Morning. Find Peace in yourself. |
delvinmaya:your self-righteousness isn't helping nothing, because you sound just as pathetic as the people you're cursing. Use your ability for better things than pick on the weak; If you know any better, teach, and live an example. |
let's create different scenarios here let's say you had to chose between your life and her's Let's say enemies were pursuing both of you from behind, and you both reached a bridge that could only hold the weight of one. . . and would crumble with the second person's. . . you had limited time to make the decision . . . the bridge was to colapse right after the one person passed through'. . . whose life would you choose: yours? the other's? OR You both found yourselves in a jungle facing a lion, and the best chance of survival was in only one plan: improvised distraction. One person had to run off and while the lion feasted on one, the other got away. . . who would the pawn be? hypothetical scenarios could go on and on and on on this issue, but the question is simple: Do you prefer your life to your lover's? I know I'm talking to smart people here and you'll most likely try to outsmart the question by creating other possible alternatives. please don't. So. . . yours or your love's? |
my name's all over this thread. frank wants me back. ok I'm back. I wont post alot though. |
Death's Encounters (vol 1: The E.R) Two minutes to breathe, three to die "Just let me go" he heaved, "The pain!, oh the pain" he cried. And why be it ye long to die? "I rot in pain, I know not why But my last breath I ask of thee." I count not time in hours but seconds Ye shall come with me in three, --The little thing by his bed stoped beeping-- Behold thineself oh evil one, Wipe thine eyes, evil know'th not sympathy I done no evil deeds than them you done, I am my Makers purpose, for thy sake And how doth ye, my con compare To thine malignant wallow in self pity? I am that I am, for I choose to be; What other power hath thee but to life take? I am my Maker's purpose, who art thou? A reason for life, my existence create But thine breath alone of havoc doth reek And thine eyes are to thine Maker, foul I expanded my walls and broadened mine gates As Hell doth with fresh souls seethe But for thee, my days liken christmas Bid thine Maker greetings from hell And thanks for His business. Copyright © macalurs 2007 |
My Cold Hands Her Stay That forever we together be, I wish. My mind it plagues uncertainty For human doth I mistake make Approximately occasional, I may Her subtle heart of beauty break It seems like my cold hands never wer' her stay. The worst lover, and best sinner Of sorts I am. But my love and forgiver, She remains soothing ever bland Like she waits my return to my old way That she may smile and gently tap my hand If her love wanes, could my cold hands be her stay? That forever we together be, I wish. But to the restless, his uncertainty. |
Romeo's Journal While all secret loves be made public Let all who have found love of my tribe, And he who has never lov'd, declare how toxic But who can ever tame love's growing ferns, Or hold a trend of thought in her arms? Their horses raced by as we made love. We are wild, my pursuers and I I-- of passion, they-- my demise strove And I, one step ahead; They, two behind; Montages and Copulates alike blind. Peace sleeps where Jules lay. No chase tonite, no need to run. How long till I lose her, how long till I pay? Copyright © macalurs 2007 |
