welcome home john, were here anytime you need us, thats what family is for, and don't forget it again, or you will be sent to your room, no milk and cookies, ha, ha, good to see you, ben
just be grateful ''goatee'' that you don't live around here, because the last 4 guys who went around talking like you, are all in the local mental asylum, and let it be said, no one would deny them there qualification to reside there.
yes amor, we are fed by consumerism, along the way, that you must have this, you cannot do without that, no home should be without one, syndrome, and by the time you have attained them all, you have lost your heart, and your soul, and without them, life isent worth living
i understand this ancient ponemic script, it read unusually, for this period from bottom to top, and translates, = Ben, you are our new leader, we bow before you, you will have many wives, non of them good looking.,,,,, jases, just my luck.
alas kenny, you are a victim of our modern society, the grab for instant gratification, is paramount, unfortunately today, rarely does anyone see the long road ahead.
this poem,is a winner, i know what im talking about, post it in the poetry section, her there are too many cynics, it will be appreciated more in its proper home, this material gets ripped to shreds here, its not a naturally receptive audience.
its all a load of rubbish, the earth goes through these cycles as the earth rotates on its axis, and tilts, every Milena, there is a huge industry built up around this scare, which is nothing more than a mass scare tactic, a lot of people making good money out of paronia, as usual, mostly industry, new excuses by governments to tax us to the hilt, and science is having a field day, with grants, why stop a gravy train, volcanic activity in the past was a 100 times greater than today, and the earth, and its atmosphere survived, but common sense is not in vogue at the moment on this planet, which is its greatest danger. ('');
how could anyone claim to have supreme power, and let babies starve to death, its sick and absurd, and those who defend it are worse, hell looks after its dark angels better, they are fed with darkness yes, but there bellies are bloated at the minute, thanks to corruption in the church. which is covered up and defended at will.
people forget, that the rot, and poison, and disillusionment, of the church is affecting the heavens, and its white angels,and its defenders,,, it strengthens the power of darkness, who feed upon it, it is the stuff of nurture to dark souls, and we feed at frenzy with each new scandal. the dark light is spinning brighter, the white light is dimming, darkness is assuming the face of contempt.
why would anyone want to sit on a cloud with a halo, when all the lovely bad girls are down in the flames, the flames are hot, the girls are hot, and im hot, let in lucifer, ill take the dark angel anyday
defend it yes, nobody guaranteed who would win, that battle has yet to be finally decided, its outcome is anything but a foregone conclusion, the church is all but broken, the power of prayer has dissipatedly, like smoke in the wind, the balance is shifting, and the black light spins at a deeper blackness.
just making the point that this war has been going on in one form or another, for a thousand years, still stalemate, perhaps when the humiliation of the Palestinian people is addressed, we might all climb out of the quicksand, vested interests not withstanding.
Because we are back to the days of the crusaders, at least in some peoples eyes, fighting the Muslim army of Saladin and others, different patch of turf, same war. same outcome, stalemate.
its tough on you alright, trying to find someone to stand in the corner until you need them, which is the impression given, as your busy career races on, its a matter of choice, really, but you know that already, you have been too busy to give, but now you are ready to take, i greatly fear that one day soon, you will look at a lovely romantic picture, hanging on a wall, and realize that it is just a painting hanging on a wall, and that real life, and true romance, have been sacrificed once again to the demon 'career' i truly wish you luck, i hope you have the courage to change, its 2 way traffic in a relationship.
its hard to pin them down ozi, when even you don't know where you will be, this is a case for Billy Fatwas, patron saint of hopeless cases, over to your capable hands billy,
pain strengthens no one, thinnman, anything that tears weakens, and the heart tears easily, it can be patched, but never lose sight of the fact that thats all it is, a patch, holding a weak spot together, like the tyre on a bicycle, my tyre has many patches, and god forgive me for being a fool, i feel another puncture coming, and this time the handlebars are coming off as well.
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welcome home john, were here anytime you need us, thats what family is for, and don't forget it again, or you will be sent to your room, no milk and cookies, ha, ha, good to see you, ben