Sunday, October 16, 201112:53 AM
Little April was not the best student in Sunday school.
Usually she slept through the class.
One day the teacher called on her while she was napping,
"Tell me, April, who created the universe?"...
When April didn't stir, little Johnny,
a boy seated in the chair behind her,
took a pin and jabbed her in the rear.
"GOD ALMIGHTY!" shouted April and the teacher said,
"Very good" and April fell back asleep.
A while later the teacher asked April, "Who is our Lord and Saviour,"
But, April didn't even stir from her slumber.
Once again, Johnny came to the rescue and stuck her again.
'JESUS CHRIST!" shouted April and the teacher said,
"very good," and April fell back to sleep.
Then the teacher asked April a third question.
"What did Eve say to Adam after she had her twenty-third child?"
And again, Johnny jabbed her with the pin.
This time April jumped up and shouted,
"IF YOU STICK THAT F*****G THING IN ME ONE MORE TIME,
I'LL BREAK IT IN HALF AND STICK IT UP YOUR ARSE!"
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Thursday, September 15, 20112:15 AM
you got my hypnotized, i think im blinded by love.
believing all your lies, not looking at your flaw.
now you closed the door, we kiss we touch and we hug.
argue and fighting but, we always make it right.
always be loving you, everywhere that i go
I'm never gonna stop and i think you should know that
no matter what i'll always be by your side
i'll hold your hand tight through the night
dont worry and have no fear.
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Wednesday, September 14, 201111:36 PM
; What am i doing? What am i thinking? what am i really? '#
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Friday, October 29, 20101:47 AM
That was rough.... Thing to do now is try and forget it....
I guess I don't quite mean that. It's not a thing you can forget.
Maybe not even a thing you want to forget....
Life's like that sometimes...
Now and then for no good reason a man can figure out,
life will just haul off and knock him flat,
slam him against the ground so hard it seems like all his insides is busted.
But it's not all like that.
A lot of it's mighty fine, and you can't afford to waste the good part fretting' about the bad.
That makes it all bad.... Sure, I know - saying' it's one thing and feeling' it's another.
But I'll tell you a trick that's sometimes a big help.
When you start looking' around for something good to take the place of the bad,
as a general rule you can find it.
I guess I don't quite mean that. It's not a thing you can forget.
Maybe not even a thing you want to forget....
Life's like that sometimes...
Now and then for no good reason a man can figure out,
life will just haul off and knock him flat,
slam him against the ground so hard it seems like all his insides is busted.
But it's not all like that.
A lot of it's mighty fine, and you can't afford to waste the good part fretting' about the bad.
That makes it all bad.... Sure, I know - saying' it's one thing and feeling' it's another.
But I'll tell you a trick that's sometimes a big help.
When you start looking' around for something good to take the place of the bad,
as a general rule you can find it.
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1:25 AM
Jealousy is simply and clearly the fear that you do not have value.
Jealousy scans for evidence to prove the point -
that others will be preferred and rewarded more than you.
There is only one alternative - self-value.
If you cannot love yourself, you will not believe that you are loved.
You will always think it's a mistake or luck.
Take your eyes off others and turn the scanner within.
Find the seeds of your jealousy, clear the old voices and experiences.
Put all the energy into building your personal and emotional security.
Then you will be the one others envy, and you can remember the pain and reach out to them.
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Thursday, October 28, 201010:13 PM
No one can understand love who has not experienced infatuation.
And no one can understand infatuation,
no matter how many times he has experienced it.
Love unlocks doors and opens windows that weren't even there before.
Love withers under constraints: its very essence is liberty: it is compatible neither with obedience, jealousy, nor fear: it is there most pure, perfect, and unlimited where its votaries live in confidence, equality and un-reserve.
And no one can understand infatuation,
no matter how many times he has experienced it.
Love unlocks doors and opens windows that weren't even there before.
Love withers under constraints: its very essence is liberty: it is compatible neither with obedience, jealousy, nor fear: it is there most pure, perfect, and unlimited where its votaries live in confidence, equality and un-reserve.
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9:43 PM
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9:36 PM
No one can understand love who has not experienced infatuation.
And no one can understand infatuation,
no matter how many times he has experienced it.
And no one can understand infatuation,
no matter how many times he has experienced it.
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9:31 PM
When you're in love you never really know
whether your elation comes from the qualities of the one you love,
or if it attributes them to her;
whether the light which surrounds her like a halo comes from you,
from her, or from the meeting of your sparks.
whether your elation comes from the qualities of the one you love,
or if it attributes them to her;
whether the light which surrounds her like a halo comes from you,
from her, or from the meeting of your sparks.
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