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I have a wonderful boyfriend. been with him for 2 years. we're starting to stray. our relationship has taken so many beatings and strains I don't know wether to save it or let it go...he doesn't show me a lot of affection or love any more. I've tried my best...I've talked to him and let him know how i've felt he said he's sorry and that he'll try harder...we have two girls...I want them to have their daddy in their life....... I've found comfort in another...I don't feel ashamed or regretful. He shows me love, affection and ittamacy more than my boyfriend has ever showed me the whole time we've known eachother... I wonder sometimes. I come back reality and remember that he's couple years younger than me and I shouldn't be so dumb. I love my boyfriend.....yet I'm starting to fall for 'HIM' I don't know what to do.... =/
Bassnectar is like electronic technical metal, with underground rap thrown on top. It's great.
Modest mouse's vocals are almost identical to the Pixies'.
Mastodon's drummer is probably the most original Progressive metal drummer.
The Mars Volta's new drummer is totally insane. He's the most talented drummer I've ever heard. I can't begin to understand some of the rhythms on that album.
Modest mouse's vocals are almost identical to the Pixies'.
Mastodon's drummer is probably the most original Progressive metal drummer.
The Mars Volta's new drummer is totally insane. He's the most talented drummer I've ever heard. I can't begin to understand some of the rhythms on that album.
I feel alone.
my family ignores me ... i have to tell my dad he may not really be my dad even though i've never met him. My mums new Bf is my possible dad. My stepdad who i call dad was arrested. he is sad that mum has new boyfriend. No one in my family is interested in anything i do and i have exams next week.
Stress.
my family ignores me ... i have to tell my dad he may not really be my dad even though i've never met him. My mums new Bf is my possible dad. My stepdad who i call dad was arrested. he is sad that mum has new boyfriend. No one in my family is interested in anything i do and i have exams next week.
Stress.
EVERYTHING is on my mind... mainly my exams in 5 weeks n current problems with my mates.
me and my partner have been together for about 8 months yet my 'friends' already accept him. OK so hes a nice good looking guy but half of them accept him alot more than me! i mean one of them ive know for 10 years keeps telling me i dont belong BECAUSE i have a guy now but she always tells him he's welcome.
im just soooooooooooooo confussled mind you i normally am!
me and my partner have been together for about 8 months yet my 'friends' already accept him. OK so hes a nice good looking guy but half of them accept him alot more than me! i mean one of them ive know for 10 years keeps telling me i dont belong BECAUSE i have a guy now but she always tells him he's welcome.
im just soooooooooooooo confussled mind you i normally am!
I never know what to write. I always feel so stuffed up, I don't know whats worth saying. Acid might be cool, I remember the most incredible time of my life was when my dad told me about the first time he dropped acid. I often think about death and life and the universe and everything. Is anyone else thinking about Douglas Adams. Life is a hard concept to understand, is life an inner pursuit of enlightenment, or a means of experiencing physical stimulant? Let me know if you figure it out. ----- PEACE
I feel like I am sober for the first in my life. . . stand back ang and enjoy the ride!
Tangled Up In Blue is probably the most beautiful song ever. Sleeping in my bed at home is like sleeping in a hotel room. I hate white walls.
has anybody noticed that if you hold your cigarette out in front of you on a still night the smoke coming off the end of it looks like light reflecting off water?
Why do people cut themselves for attention? If you're going to hurt yourself, at least do it out of self loathing. The only reason women get boob jobs is because they're too insecure about who they really are and just can't face up to the fact that they are quite shallow. Am I the only one, or does everyone write better seated at a computer? Why is everyone (including myself) always so strong out? After all, the only thing we must do in this life is die.
Someday, somehow, I'll love my life. I'll break my walls of fear, anxiety, and hatred. Someday I'll take my own advice. I am savable, I'm often just to blind or to prideful to think others can help me.
Someday I'll accept nothing is forever, there is no such thing as infinite.
Someday I won't let my problems make my heart harder, instead I'll open myself and become softer and kinder, for me and for all those who are around me.
Someday I'll accept nothing is forever, there is no such thing as infinite.
Someday I won't let my problems make my heart harder, instead I'll open myself and become softer and kinder, for me and for all those who are around me.
I sit at this desk and wonder why. You deep dark monster rising from the depths of imagination's Hell. Speeding at me with the random bursts of energy that only the sun and his spicy companions would know. Like the man with no hat standing in a crowd of cabeza clad feather wearers. God damnit, excite me, excite me, excite ME! And the energy slowly dissipates like a smoky swirl of passion leaving as the cigarette enters. Leaving as reality enters. Am I pregnant? You ask, "Not to me you ain't, ya worthless Bitch" and on I go with my life because goddamn fallopian tubes don't fill my ass, goddamn babies don't grow in me. I am scot free you dirty whore, scot free!
Many nights I spent just like this, she had her extravagant parties full of Champaign and beautiful décor with the expensive jewelry, and the trimmed manicured bodies that were lavished in sweet aroma. I had my Jack Daniels and a 34 inch TV that sat right across from me and the peace of knowing that I didn’t have to live up to those standards. I sat there in my office watching the latest news when something; a movement caught my eye. I turn down the TV and set my Jack Daniels to the side of my desk out of view and walked over to the door and opened it to peer around the corner maintaining casual interest. A short woman about 5’1 stood there with long brown hair layered in clothing, she was pale wearing no makeup and at first glance seemed very plain yet still I watched her with growing interest of why she was here. Just then the phone rang interrupting my thoughts.
“Hello” I breathed low into the receiver still watching the window wondering if this woman was going to pass by.
“Jerry are you drinking at the office again tonight?” she asked offhandedly indifferent to either response “yes” or “no.” I assumed she had someone on the side and it didn’t bother me, I never loved her, I never craved her warmth or had valued esteem. It was simple she wanted my money and I wanted the sex.
“Yes,” I responded,
“You do realize what tonight is right?” she continued her voice stiffening.
Silence
“It’s our anniversary Jerry, my friends are here with there spouses, it’s embarrassing,” she whined.
“Yeah, yeah I’ll be there soon just give me about half an hour,” I replied still waiting and watching for the lady to walk by. I sat back down and redirected my attention to the TV and suddenly she walked by, and she turned and our eyes met. I had the idea that I was going to approach her, but I lost my thoughts of what to say, so I just stared confused of what to do next. The brunette woman had a gentle expression as if she understood, and then went about her business. Speechless and thinkless I let her get away, but I haven't forgotten.
Why is REX 84 not public knowledge? I bet you will know all about him when you are locked up in a "detention" facility. Buy a gun. Shoot somebody, even if its yourself. Do you think Hitler has been reincarnated as our president? Sour kraut is good, unless you have to eat it by itself. Betty likes the Green Monster....between her legs. I wonder if Ronald Regan will come back to life to serve the Anti-Christ?
I stare out the window of my sixteenth floor apartment window and all I can see are enormous buildings..Miami as my best friend, calls it, is a "chalk colored" city...nothing but white and off white buildings. They are beautiful, but most are built poorly. Kind of like most of the people that live here. So beautiful, but so empty. Fake boobs are the norm, as are super expensive leased cars. It's all a facade...Just venting...
heres a random thought for you...why is it that we are supposed to have a "soul", and that we are here for this "human experience" but all we ever do is wonder about things that we cant prove...like life after death....shouldnt we instead be enjoying and concentrating on our human experience that we are having now? just a random thought...nobody said it had to make sense did they?
the heart can lose its value when it's been abused so many times. why is it that people insist on saying those three little words in an effort to gain what their heart can never hold on to? why do people insist on using that phrase when, in the end, it ultimately backfires and they end up abusing their own heart? is this karma....?
At the moment I'm wondering why webook won't let me add a chapter to any of my stories. Especially the ones with NO CHAPTERS yet. I'm pretty sure I should be able to edit my own projects yes?
the styles of this project bring forth ..WORDS and WORDS create SPEACH when WORDS are SPOKEN in SITE or threw VOCAL it all should be UNDERSTOOD so THERE IS NO QUESTION to any WORDS.. if you CRAM to UNDERSTAND
your STYLE is a BLESSING to us ALL... thanks for sharring
the SOUL you bring.
I YOURS.... THEE
your STYLE is a BLESSING to us ALL... thanks for sharring
the SOUL you bring.
I YOURS.... THEE
and you thought of this how??/ HAHA not to be mean of course but that is something that you would have to put some serious thought into. hahaha like you did, hahaha
I was thinking the other day and realized that if a coil is wound along a donut magnet and a current is passed through the magnet while the current is running, then if light is passed through the dounut magnet; perhapse, the photons of light, due to time dilation, might interfere with the conduction of the electric current on passing through, because the magnetic field may temporarily cease, as I said, from the fact that time stops at the speed of light and there is heavy opposition to any change in the motion of the photon. If a magnetic field ceases, then the current should always equally cease. This may be in the form of pulses and maybe great for making an accurate clock; that is if the beam doesn't spread. I would definitely want to use a laser in this experiment. It might even produce a naked singularity, which is a singularity that has no force radiating from it. The singularity and the dissapearing field may be due to the singularization of the electromagnetic field. This singularity may immediately dissipate once the photon has left the magnet.
-Nate Durham-
-Nate Durham-
raise the ceiling & make a change, giving all i've got to my loveable losers with hearts made of gold and voices made with acid that stifles the hearing of the people who try to push our backs into the walls. questioning and questioning and questioning, aiming for some kind of understanding of why the world spins the way it does. your light is someone else's darkness & as hard as it may be to comprehend we've got to try any way we can or diversity is a lie.
"It would take one of no concern, to be concerned with much of nothing"! Thankz for your infinite wisdom and spell check, simple nothings are often overlooked by those concerned by bigger problems. So I'm glad that you have found tha time to emphasize my mistake and try to make it more than it ever will be. PURE GENIUS; I will forever stand in awe of your presence!
Oh, and by the way, Noah Webster, even if "thoughts" was spelled with a "z", you still would have spelled it wrong. Your header has the "g" after the "h". LMAO.
Hmmm... what's on my mind? How about a little respect for the lexicon? Stop spelling "thoughts" and "minds" with a "z", you drooling imbecile.
Do cows ever realize that we are stealing from them their life giving gift and using it to drown little navies of Froot Loops every morning? I'd be pissed if I were a cow.
i love Maya with all my soul. the only thing that filters through my thick skull is that it isn't true love and i'll know it is when i find it. i retain the belief that i could spend the rest of my life with maya. sadly that shall never happen because i am only second best to her.
Somewhere in the universe, there is an insignificant galaxy. Somewhere in the galaxy, there is an insignificant star cluster. Somewhere in that star cluster, there is an insignificant star. Somewhere, orbiting that star, there is an insignificant planet.
And on that insignificant planet, there is a most peculiar assembly of creatures who have this strange notion of 'self'. They see only themselves, and only that which is before them, blind to that which surrounds them. They are afraid to admit that their insignificance. They shudder to think they are not the peak of the universe. They are fearful of understanding just how cold and meaningless everything is, and just how fragile, how truly imperceptible and irrelevant they are. They all think they are a 'person', a self unto itself, yet they cannot figure that they are but a part of something far greater, that their self is simply an illusion. They cannot, and will not concede to this, it means losing their ego, and that they hold on to for dear life, for to them, that is life.
And on that insignificant planet, there is a most peculiar assembly of creatures who have this strange notion of 'self'. They see only themselves, and only that which is before them, blind to that which surrounds them. They are afraid to admit that their insignificance. They shudder to think they are not the peak of the universe. They are fearful of understanding just how cold and meaningless everything is, and just how fragile, how truly imperceptible and irrelevant they are. They all think they are a 'person', a self unto itself, yet they cannot figure that they are but a part of something far greater, that their self is simply an illusion. They cannot, and will not concede to this, it means losing their ego, and that they hold on to for dear life, for to them, that is life.
Light can only make a difference in the shadows. Why this is true, I cannot say. But life needs to get tough, for it to mean anything at all.
Why do they fool themselves, saying it’ll be all right? That’s not good enough. Life has to have meaning, we cannot keep wondering why… if it’s nothing else you want, settle for love, settle for hate, live for revenge, just make sure there’s a reason that you’re alive.
If you don’t, nothing can get better, for there is no telling what better is. Is it more peace? Only if you want peace. Is it more security? But some thrive on danger. What is better? We could just wonder, leave it there, ask the big questions and then move on without an answer. No. Life needs an answer, the darkness is blinding, but being blind is darkness in itself. How can we find a light to help us along the way, if we have no way to go? We need a purpose, something to hold us to this world, even if it is the darkest of secrets, a shameful lust of the flesh, even if we must hide in shadow, searching for blood, it’s got to be something.
Why do they fool themselves, saying it’ll be all right? That’s not good enough. Life has to have meaning, we cannot keep wondering why… if it’s nothing else you want, settle for love, settle for hate, live for revenge, just make sure there’s a reason that you’re alive.
If you don’t, nothing can get better, for there is no telling what better is. Is it more peace? Only if you want peace. Is it more security? But some thrive on danger. What is better? We could just wonder, leave it there, ask the big questions and then move on without an answer. No. Life needs an answer, the darkness is blinding, but being blind is darkness in itself. How can we find a light to help us along the way, if we have no way to go? We need a purpose, something to hold us to this world, even if it is the darkest of secrets, a shameful lust of the flesh, even if we must hide in shadow, searching for blood, it’s got to be something.
I've found my identity at the price of my mind... blinded by the light I wandered into darkness... Nothing seems real anymore...Everything is a blur...When I was a boy I was to easily fooled into falling hard...now as a man I find it hard to fall easily... Traded reason for uncertainty just for the hell of it... I always thought I would marry my high school sweetheart... Can't stop breaking hearts... I want love, I've been in love, but I don't seem to believe in love...Give me a sign that anyone of the many are in some way worth it... I'm constantly afraid I'm the one not worth it... Got the bills paid... There has to be more to life...then just getting laid...
what is on my mind you ask...everything...my mind is full...overloaded with thoughts today...i miss the man i love..i cant be with him..i am worried that he will not love me as much i love him...i am so crazy in love...addicted to him..i cant stop thinking of him...i wonder if this is healthy to be so consumed with him...he is in every thought..my mind and heart is filled with him...this is crazy...how can one person fill me so....how can someone love someone so much to the point of needing them everyday..wanting them everyday..wishing to see and touch them everyday....i worry that he may not feel the same...it scares me...could i go on if he dont...could i ever find love like this again...would i bother looking...i have never been so in love with someone...my heart races when i think of him..when i see him..my body cries to be touched by him...i feel so free with him...but that scares me sometimes...i have never been this free...our lives are at a changing point...will he stay with me...will he fight to be with me...will our lives be joined soon...these are the worries i have...no one to talk to about this...this feels good to say all this...get this off my chest...i want to spend my life with this man...i want to wake up with him holding me...i want to fall asleep in his arms...our moments are so limited...i know that its going to be months before we can be together...but i will wait...he makes me happy...i only hope he will wait with me...i hate thinking of how long its going to take before we can be together...months to go....but i love to think of how long we will have together....if i die today..i will die happy..knowing i have loved like this...he has loved me...my children loved me too....that is what matters in life...not money..not cars...not sex..not houses....being happy and being loved and giving love..that is when you can die happy!!
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