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doggy style

"For me it's always doggy style when I go to bed. I sit up and beg-- she rolls over and plays dead."

TFC

Film Schooool!!! I finally took the leap, applied and got accepted. Best of all they've offered me a scholarship! isn't that amazing!? I'm uber excited (that's right, UBER) I'm a little scared by the amount of commitment it will require but I'm determined to do it.

lates

Paperclips

Rules are like paperclips: meant to keep things together, fun to bend, and easily twisted out of shape.

my ridiculous facts....

The world's youngest parents were 8 and 9 and lived in China in 1910.

The youngest pope was 11 years old.

A duck's quack does not echo... and no one knows why.

The phrase "rule of thumb" is derived from an old English law which stated that you couldn't beat your wife with anything wider than your thumb.

If you yelled for 8 years, 7 months and 6 days, you would have produced enough sound energy to heat only one cup of coffee.

A polar bear's fur is not white, but clear, and its skin is black. They are also left handed

When Coca-Cola began to be sold in China, they used characters that would sound like "Coca-Cola" when spoken. Unfortunately, what they turned out to mean was "Bite the wax tadpole". It did not sell well

To strengthen a Damascus sword, the blade was plunged into a slave.

From 1702 until 1709, the Governer of New York was a spendthrift transvestite.

George Washington had to borrow money to go to his own inauguration.

In Manchester, England, an ancient law declares that if a young man develops a lisp, he must be inspected by a bishop to ensure that he isn

Wordplay


I built a bridge across the stream of consciousness
That always seems to be a flowin'
But I don't know which way my brain is goin'
Oh the rhymin' and the timin'
Keeps the melodies inside of me
And they're climbin'
'Till I'm running out of air
Are you prepared to take a dive into the deep end of my head
Are you listening to a single word I've said?

JMraz.

Without ME it's just AWESO...

Spill
your brain
on paper
Write Your Story
Words
don't keep
well in
gray matter

Slow Suicide

It

To Be Agonizing Single

The dividing line between wrong and right,
Separates and blinds the mind from sight.
The empty void that fills the heart,
Is hard to bare, like a stinky fart.
Emotions clutter, like people at a fair,
What to do, when you're not a pair.
You crave and lust, for what is wanted,
You're at a club, what's left but to flaunt it.
The whispers rise, and all heads are turned,
You start to regret, and wish you were burned.
You know it's wrong, but what else to do,
Being alone, and sinning too.
Everyone, deserves a mate,
It's been a while, that you've had a date.
The rooms so dark, yet you see her as day,
It's clear to you now, you don't have to pay.
Her eyes are green, as the shimmer of grass,
She's fixed on you, and gives you the pass.
The walk over, seems long and dim,
To not know whats to come, like a facial trim.
The aches and pain, that once took over,
Is now as though, she's your lucky clover.


From Case

Pull the plug on this electric chair

{Pull the plug on this electric chair
For I can shock you back to life.}

Parallel lines never meet
And opposites attract
In a perfect world
The lines stay straight
The magnets have no choice
But to touch
And there

Absence is Anathema

Beware the bursting wineglass
It cuts the tongue
And stains the tablecloth.

The OTHER Box of Chocolates

Life is like a box of chocolates.

A cheap, thoughtless, perfunctory gift that nobody ever asks for. Unreturnable because all you get back is another box of chocolates. So you're stuck with this undefinable mint-whipped crap that you mindlessly wolf down because there's nothing else left to eat. Sure once in a while there's a peanutbutter cup or english toffee but they're gone too fast, the tastes fleeting. So you end up with nothing more than broken bits filled with hardened jelly and teeth shattering nuts. If you're desperate enough to eat those, all you've got left is an empty box filled with useless brown paper wrappers...





And I mean that with the least moroseness possible :)


colour not-so-genius

82

The Truth To End All Truths

I am invincible.


















I cannot be vinced.

(no title)

10 percent of all human beings ever born are alive at this very moment.

Summer Fun

So I'm going out way past where Jesus lost his sandals this summer.



yay?

The Winds of Change

The Winds of Change
are making themselves felt as they blow through my life, yet I stand still, looking into the harbour of myself, contemplating what I can't seem to comprehend.

The Paradox of Our Time

The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.

We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom. We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.

We've learned how to make a living, but not a life. We've added years to life not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We've done larger things, but not better things. We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.

These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete.

Remember, spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever. Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side. Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't cost a cent. Remember, to say, "I love you" to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you. Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again. Give time to love, give time to speak, and give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind.

hmmm

Let's face it - English is a crazy language.

There's no egg in eggplant nor ham in hamburger; neither apple nor pine in pineapple.

English muffins weren't invented in England or French fries in France. Sweetmeats are candies while sweetbreads, which aren't sweet, are meat.

We take English for granted. But if we explore its paradoxes, we find that quicksand can work slowly, boxing rings are square, and a guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig.

And why is it that writers write but fingers don't fing, grocers don't groce and hammers don't ham? If the plural of tooth is teeth, why isn't the plural of booth beeth? One goose, two geese. So one moose, two meese? One index, two indices?

Doesn't it seem crazy that you can make amends but not one amend? If you have a bunch of odds and ends and get rid of all but one of them, what do you call it?

If teachers taught, why didn't preacher praught? If a vegetarian eats vegetables, what does a humanitarian eat? If you wrote a letter, perhaps you bote your tongue?

Sometimes I think all the English speakers should be committed to an asylum for the verbally insane. In what language do people recite at a play and play at a recital? Ship by truck and send cargo by ship? Have noses that run and feet that smell? Park on driveways and drive on parkways?

How can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same, while a wise man and a wise guy are opposites? How can the weather be hot as hell one day and cold as hell another?

Have you noticed that we talk about certain things only when they are absent? Have you ever seen a horseful carriage or a strapful gown? Met a sung hero or experienced requited love.

You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language in which your house can burn up as it burns down, in which you fill in a form by filling out and in which an alarm clock goes off by going on.

English was invented by people, not computers, and it reflects the creativity of the human race (which, of course, isn't a race at all).

That is why, when the stars are out, they are visible, but when the lights are out, they are invisible. And why, when I wind up my watch, start it, but when I wind up this essay, I end it!

Men

Katharine Hepburn:
Sometimes I wonder if men and women really suit each other. Perhaps they should live next door and just visit now and then.

But then I realize I don't want to be just neighbors....

quote

To choose doubt as a philosophy is akin to choosing immobility as a means of transportation.

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I will make love my greatest weapon and none on who I call can defend against its force....My love will melt all hearts liken to the sun whose rays soften the coldest day.
- Og Mandino

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