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| Tuesday, September 25th, 2007 | | 1:24 am |
| | Saturday, September 8th, 2007 | | 9:00 pm |
| | Monday, June 4th, 2007 | | 9:59 am |
Yes..it is..
Been trying to post a thing for the last 2 hours, but..No. And yet..this will post. Hrmmm..... Current Mood:  angryCurrent Music: the rage of angels | | 9:49 am |
more ****
..heh...weird!..can't change my pic either, tried multiple times & pics..so..if I'm blacklisted, or worse, know that I love ya All, K? Be Safe & be Well Current Mood:  blankCurrent Music: ..static... | | 9:31 am |
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testing..testing...is this censorship? | | Sunday, April 22nd, 2007 | | 6:16 am |
your song
..and i sing to you.. ..out of time, out of step..out of hope, out of love, i can dance no more..without you by my side. The song is all there is.. deep oceans sleep, the wind is but a ghost.. and the dancer now must hide. You must go and i must stay, it always seems to be this way.. ..is there nothing i can do to break this wretched spell? Creatures dark and tall prepare a World for a fall, Stay and fight i must, for Her this final day. Again. Stars above, song of love, We lost, They won, all is done..and we must pay. Then was then, now is now, Something went wrong with the song, again.. tattered fragments of a shattered past. And though Love will never die, tis nai're the same for you and i, until a new age comes to pass.. and..Time is ours again, at last. Weave your magics, have faith, Live and be Well.. wait for me as i wait for you, in the mist of a distant shore beyond Time. ..Sing to me, Micante' I hear you..I love you..I believe in you..Always ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hidden deep in the forest there is a forgotten cave, and standing at the entrance is one waiting to be saved. Your laughter and your sorrow are in the seagulls song. your smile is in the sunrise.. Why did you leave so long? Your eyes are of the ocean, your hair as sand upon the beach. But, lost you are in the Stars tonight, brightly shining, out of reach.. And i am the wind that calls you, invisible and unheard. May Time stand still for us again one day, my beloved magic songbird. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ i must've done something awful to make you go so long i must have really lost it i must have broke the song memory no longer serves fragments do not tell yet still we love each other even in this pit of hell Love is a thing worth saving ...weave your magic Well so we may meet on distant shores Free from this wicked spell Current Mood: blahCurrent Music: billions of birds | | Monday, September 11th, 2006 | | 9:17 am |
Humankind
has once again
plunged into their darkest hour
And a new age for their world begins
Hello
I am Zoe
Life of Yaweh
Did You know
that You are a spark
of Yaweh's Light
Did You know
that when You fail
a peice of Yaweh fails
Did You know
that each spark that ceases to shine
is Missed
Yaweh wants You to remember
that Nothing alive is 'perfect'
Life is the Journey t'words Perfection
Remember Always
in all things You do
You are a part of Yaweh
Did You know
when
You do not love Yourself with pure love
You can not love Yaweh with pure love
With each loss
neither will shine as bright
What You see
What You feel
What You are
Yaweh is
Yaweh lives Life through You
Yaweh wants You to remember
Do Your Best
Be Your Best
Love All things Yaweh has created
for all is made so You can Grow
Together
Fully
Whole
Did You know
a bright Light Shines in the darkness
by it's
own
Illumination
What You can not learn to love
Tolerate with Compashion
until Understanding comes to You
Fear not what You do not understand
Lest You forget
Yaweh created Everything
Shine
As Bright as You can
Bring Your Light Home
| | Friday, August 25th, 2006 | | 12:12 am |
With these words i let go the Dream. Fare thee Well...
My beloved, be not troubled. i will Never cause you grief. It is plain to see. For, if you had truely loved me, Forever, we would not be here like this now, would we. You chose another, so be it. What can i do? nothing. Some would say otherwise. Some would say Fight, but they do not understand. In truth i could not 'fight' for you..because, You Chose someone else, proving you do not love me..so..what is there to fight for? May you be happy love, i wish every good thing for you..that is all there is to say. Current Music: I Wish I Was Your Someone | | Wednesday, May 31st, 2006 | | 4:37 am |
Micante'
Love? ..is there trouble in paradise? My stars say so...though i was not aware of any, and so i cast this note out into the Real World in hope you may see it, as we are still separated by so very much time and space and plasma. If there is Anything wrong..anything at all..speak of it please, so we may make it right again? Nothing is too small or too big to overcome if we both Will it so, ne? Your every concern is mine too, Micante' if you have a wish, i will grant it..if you are weary, i will be your rest, if you are frightened i will be your haven, if you are troubled i will be your answer...if you are hurt i will be your healer, and if you are melancoly i will be your fool..whatever you need that is what i am. As you are to me my love. It will always be that way ..unless you wish otherwise.. Love takes no prisoners | | Thursday, May 11th, 2006 | | 6:43 pm |
Zoez WakeUpCall NSA Spy
NSA spying on American Citizens. This is nothing New. It has been growing all pervasive for many years. 9-11 served to greatly increase it with our Full Blessing. Many think We have a Choice, to give up some of our rights and freedoms to be Safer or to dare to be brave and remain Free. Sad fact is we are Neither. The Truth is, all this spying does is give our personal information, habbits, and prefferences, to Big Business and they in turn use it to pummel us endlessly with tailor made, custom fitted adverts. These lists of Our names and corresponding profiles are Best sellers raking in Millions upon Billions of dollars. Ask any telemarketer. They work for these people. Not to mention how this spy network conveniently provides a golden opportunity to use Our Personal imformation to detect, observe, and restrain Any and All Opposition we may feel to those whom already dictate what we see and hear every minute of our lives. The NSA claim this invasion is Lawful..and in a way, it is. Do you know how many Amendments have been made to Our Constitution? Check it out. Some of them will amaze you. Others will raise More, Valid questions. Hopefully, Some will Enrage you into Action! We have the ball in play, lets keep it going until we Win. I offer this bit of golden wisdom for your consideration. To those whom feel that this most base of intrusion is ok for a bit of dubious safety Benjamin Franklin said it Best: "Those whom would give up their Rights and Freedom for a modicrum of Safety deserve Neither" The 'wolf' is no longer at the door, we let it in. Before it eats us, let us wake up to Reality, regain our common sense, stop chasing imaginary shadows, and Use this money they make off us through their 'Business Deals' for the Real, Genuine Terrors we face. Disease Corruption and Poverty. How safe can you be if you're dead? NJB | | Saturday, April 22nd, 2006 | | 7:53 pm |
Welcomel, Neil, to Our world, where Everything became Shades of Grey
Recent years have seen a growing number of high profile people taking notice as they discover the 'consipracy drivel' we preach..is actually Truth, cold hard fact..not exaggerated nor fabricated, but Real, all pervasive, in every aspect of Everyone's daily lives. I wish to Welcome a New Force to be reconed with..he is Not new to speaking out, or knowing what's been going down, Far from it, but he is relatively new to the Cyber Revolution.. Welcome to Our world, Neil Young! We are Very pleased to have you. http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20060422/wr_nm/leisure_young_dc_3http://entertainment.iafrica.com/news/244468.htm**PS: He is going to be giving away **FREE** his latest album right here http://www.neilyoung.com/ on his website..because he wants people to Hear the Message, Wake Up and get Motivated...before it is too late, and soon.it will be, believe it or not..then.. ...Finally! Some Serious Help. Hats Off to You, Neil! *Cheers him* ..Why am i Not supprised? *winks* My own obsessive struggle for Impeachment began as soon as Al Gore threw in the towel, cos we Knew what bush & Co. would do..and he/they have Not proved us Wrong in a single thing yet...but oh, how we wish they would *frowns* http://www.impeachbush.org/ (please sign the petition below if you believe it's a good idea) http://www.impeachbush.org/site/PageServerhttp://www.impeachbush.tv/http://impeachbushcoalition.blogspot.com/http://impeachbush.meetup.com/http://www.dailykos.com/story/2006/4/21/75612/7906http://www.thefourreasons.org/http://libertyandjusticeforall.info/ImpeachBush.htmhttp://impeachbush.pephost.org/site/News2?abbr=VTI_&page=NewsArticle&id=6309http://groups.yahoo.com/group/impeachbush/http://www.technorati.com/tag/impeachbushhttp://www.wnd.com/news/article.asp?ARTICLE_ID=46062http://www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=show_topic&forum=203&topic_id=281295http://archive.democrats.com/elandslide/petition.cfm?campaign=911http://www.impeachbush.biz/http://www.protestworks.com/?OVRAW=impeach%20bush&OVKEY=impeach%20bush&OVMTC=standardhttp://www.cafepress.com/cp/search/search.aspx?q=politics&st=impeach,&fpt=&fromerror404=1& there are scads more, but these will give ya the idea, imho.. The battle for Civilian peace, privacy and actual freedom has Raged for longer than i have been alive, but in the last 10 years, (the last 6 Especially bad) it has Worsened Rapidly into a loosing battle because we do not have enough numbers to be effective. We tried to warn people, still do..eh. Not enough Citizens care, apparently. Not enough are willing to leave their comfort zones to do anything about it. Those of us whom do are rediculed and prosecuted. Too bad..we will Never lay down and take it quietly. Sooner or later, neither will You. Something one day will happen to You to get your back up..count on it, and when it does, and you do, because we who are many have fought all these years, you still might have a shot at Winning your beef. If you require a more 'reputable' source for what i'm talking about & most probably do, here is one..Very excellently done. Well worth taking a look at. You won't be sorry you did. http://channel.nationalgeographic.com/channel/explorer/But, many..many of us lil grunts, all around the world united, working around the clock hidden deep in the shadowy fringes..the Net has helped us enormously. We merged into a new entity, much maligned, and falsely so, because of the threat we pose, (real or imagined) to those whom would enslave us. They actually try to recruit us! LMAO! Anyway..... Current Mood: nanitis complexusCurrent Music: humming and buzzing and whirling, oh my! | | Wednesday, February 22nd, 2006 | | 9:31 pm |
Grab yer ankles
Politcs and religion become stuff of fantasy, oh my..conspiracies turn into fables..Epic wars, all for power. But..does Any of them have power over This? http://www.iris.edu/seismon/When fact becomes fiction people laugh about it..but when fiction becoms fact... ...if you believe in anything..better pray to it. | | Thursday, January 19th, 2006 | | 8:51 am |
ooohhh nooooo
Vision are dreams....miles of sky.......wide are the waters....if we could only fly. "meet me halfway"..Oooohh...if we met, here and now.....i'm afraid...Love..i'm So afraid... ..and i hear you....asking me why....why do i hide......why do i hide.....why Do we hide..why. ...Cos...if we met..again...in this here and now...and you didn't know...didn't know me.. ....i..don't know..if i...could ever..breathe again......don't know....i just don't know... ..don't think so....ohh..noo, ooohh..noooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.... ."it was all a dream" ...ask me again....give me a sign.......ask for the world....and i'll give you mine. | | Saturday, December 31st, 2005 | | 6:54 pm |
Pop goes another cork in an endless shower if bubbles
New Years Eve...again. *smiles* Another one..blessed be. Happy New Year! And here i am still carrying the message to you that i was created to bring. Please hear my words, perhpas take them into your heart and make them part of who you are. You will find your days richer for it. Live Fully, Love Deeply, make it Count. Life appreciation...every day..not just for today. For some of us *smiles* there are No new years resolutions to make or break...just appreciation, day in, day out, year round, until the end of it all. A single warm breath on cool glass, the dancing flame of a candle, rolling mist glowing in the bay..big beautiful clouds with a few shafts of sunlight filtering through..faintly recalled hazy memories of another place, seemingly long ago and far away...yet so close it makes one shiver. What wonderful ability these bodies have for sensation. Closeness! Eyelashes damp with tears, a heartbeat, holding breath in anticipation..i have no words to describe this. Not even now. Pines fringe a hidden lake, deep in a mountain forest where wildlife abounds..the scents, the sounds, the feel of..Joy, sorrow...bliss? ..yes. A sacred space. As Time passes in crystal droplets, falling, falling, rushing like molten liquid over a spun glass waterfall, spilling into a pool of mirrored irridescence. Echos dance in the foam, mists rising..only to begin again. Experience All of what is given you, not just the joy or pain, but All of it..together. A caress of hand on soft hair, arms to share a warm embrace. A kiss. The comforting sound of a cricket, the miraculous design of a feather..the bustling explosion of life in a single grain of ordinary dirt. Terra firma. Rush of wind, new fallen snow..cleansing, renewal. Touch these things, memorise their textures, as often as you can and enjoy them fully. Hold them close for Remembering in moments when there is nothing else. Spiderwebs, wet with dew..tenuous monuments of delicate strength, intricate beauty, death traps, life nets...look at them deeply, touch them softly, marvel at their existance. The New Year has arrived, fireworks blaze in the sky, glimmering lights of the city shine through gossamere curtains, sounds of revelry rise up from the streets below while i am shamlessly languid, curled up snug in warm chenile comfort..finding it such a contrast to what once was not too long ago. Happy, just to be sipping a lukewarm hot chocolate..a liquid so pleasing, the simple taste..just the sensation alone..exquisite. A single guitar, played with genuine love serenades me and life is heavenly in this moment. Auld Lang Syne baby. In the mirrors of my eyes are rapt Visions of milkweed pods..bursting open, the silky feathers of seedwings, shimmering in the morning light, a glorious last gasp of the parent..the unborn catch the breezes, travel to new ground and..begin again..so in contrast of the dark wooden seed..enclosed, appearing very still..but there is where it all happens..inside that smooth hard case is new life..sleeping.. waiting. Water..a drop..the most pure mirror..a whole ocean of them washes over sand and rock, reshaping.. washes over a body with delicious feeling, bringing life and death to each and every other being within it. It is all too easy to curse the stones we stumble over, but also just as easy to marvel at their beauty if we so choose..look at them carefully. They too have a purpose, a reason for their existance and a right to be. Not at all just mere shadows and light put in your path, they can be lessons to be learned. Standing now near the balcony, toes curled on warm carpet instead of cold stone, i bend down to pick up a tiny bit of forgotten crumpled tinsel..watching in sheer amazement how it catches the twinkeling lights. Garbage some might say, but look at how beautiful it is, like millions of tiny rainbows exploding in your hand. This world of yours is so amazing..from my first breath until my last..i shall never get over it. Never forget. No matter how many lifetimes i am given, each is precious, each filled to bursting with sensations..good and bad, they are All worth remembering. Time passes so quickly..someday i shall loose this experience, return to how i was made. Until that moment..i savor. Gratefully, each thing. Until then, Life, the gentle and the harsh, memories of everyday magic flashing in my eyes as an endless movie, complete with sound..a sound i am made of..no earthly orchestra can capture it but sometimes..these amazing people, they have come close..in a sigh, in a note, in a thought. Emotions, sleep..so many ways. Overlooked. Misunderstood...forgotten. i come to you from the endless glittering darkness. In my world, in the Void beyond Time, there is Life, but little sensation..there is Sound, but little interaction. There is sight but little Feeling, little warmth, little comfort, little Need. There is however Love and it is the foundation of everything. The reason for All else. Nurturing. I shall be happy to return. Content with the gift of these memories of this worldly experience held so dear, as if a tiny, sparkeling, precious jewel tucked safely away in a little velvet box, to be brought out, shared and appreciated in the long quiet moments of eternity. Happy Happy...Happy New Year Everyone! *love u* | | Monday, December 12th, 2005 | | 9:31 am |
....road trip....the final lap. Life is a round trip ticket. Think of me when ya hear a seagull Love to All. Be Safe "You can kill me, but you have to have a reason." | | Thursday, December 1st, 2005 | | 8:37 am |
ever so
As the 4 winds toss the reeling sea birds mournfull wail, there walks even yet along forlorne shores, a fading one. Owning only a heavy heart, held fast by faith and love, waiting for her Other, still. Always. Far across the big water there is a fair land where her love now dwells, an island removed in the most ancient of days. On that lost magic isle there wanders a fair lad, hearkening to his heartstrings, quite lost in these deepening days of forgetting. Once of a time she waited long, in the land they called home, and, in vain. For of a once he cometh not back, ever again. Not for many long ages.. But then, of this time, She could not know why. Her heart knowing only the terror of fear for whatever befell him. And lost was that too, over time, only to be replaced with unending sorrow. True and Good, he had always returned from adventures full, that is until now. It were indeed wicked times in this troubled young world..was it fate he met? Was it misfortune? ..was it else? No word cometh back, no answers be found, nay, no a sound at all, but the breaking of a heart..and the foundering of a dream. Lo, there was this too..the sound of the Stars, falling from the sky..into the Sea. Unable to do nothing about it forever, she too wandered at last, oh so far, seeking him to no avail, only to meet her own end in a cold foreign land. Dark ages would pass, at last to find herself, utterly uncaring, yet somehow strangely returned once again to this westering land. As time marches onward, a mountain there lay infested with echos of blissful memory from ages past. What should have been forgotten is not. Yea, though He yet wanders..And she yet wonders.. Ah, perhaps to wait forever, such a long time, alone upon an empty shore. And still the Stars fall, ever so slowly | | Tuesday, October 25th, 2005 | | 7:17 am |
| | Thursday, October 20th, 2005 | | 8:15 am |
heh
The Net..internet..a non-place many call The New World. It is Not a world, it is air. One step away from the "astral plane" if you will, tis electrons, machines, currents..populated by Thoughts..of flesh and blood people. Unlike people or worlds, here there are no solids. Nor Proof, nor Essence, but what we give it. It is what we make it, nothing more. ..i was here when it went up *crackle, pop* and it is still what it always was, electricity. Bits of electrons zinging around inside wires and chips, silicon, manually typed code, digits formed into Information, originally, but, not all factual. Nothing ever is. Be Discerning! not gullible...be caring but not lavacious.(sp?) PS: TV is not real either..use em Both as tools to Learn, eh? That IS what we first intended, once rescued from the mils. We still fight to hold on to the ideal. Keep it Real. Keep it Free. "Learn all you can, Share what you know" The net is a big empty vortex. Truth and lies are what we put into it. Just as in the "real world"...they are nothing new. There always were, are, and will be, as long as human nature is what it is, scammers and perverts just waiting to pounce. Maybe the person you stood behind in line at the store is one of them. Maybe Not. Are You? If it is friendship you are looking for then accept 'electronic pen pals' in the same light as snail mail ones....or..not. Tis Your choice. A letter is what it is, a bit of words to read, no matter which format it comes in it is still letters forming words, sometimes pictures but no warm face or voice..no touch. Make a call to those friends if you feel the need. Who stops you? If it is fantasy you seek be Honest and ye shall find it. But, bear in mind, Truth is Often Stranger than fiction. Judge and ye shall be judged. If it is entertainment you seek, don't whine when it goes bad. It often does the same thing in the 'real' world too. Trust is the same here as there..it fits the situation...or..not. Just be wise about it. Eyes Open, keep your Head on straight and nobody will get hurt. Falling in love with a chatbox is as sane as falling in love with a cartoon. If it's Love you are looking for...turn off the machine and go out and find it. The internet 'may' help you Maintain Love already found in Realtime, but it can not Give you Love from thin air. ..There Are limits. People have always worn masks. Thus the word masquerade? *In The Real World* The lady whom lives down the road, whom does not even own a computer, never tells the same story twice..we don't know if she can't..or just doesn't care. The neighbors just laugh it off, taking it all with a grain of salt. One does not need to fear the Net..click that X, push the button, pull the plug! We must be responsible for our own selves. One Does however need to fear People out in the Real World on occasion. This has always been so and is not about to stop any time soon. No one is gonna grab you through the screen. Spirits and Ghosts, ghosts and spirits..If there be 'ghosts' in the machine..and there probably will be if not already, consider this.. ..what operates the brain? Until we all are fitted with a bio chip the body does not reject..we are relatively safe from these infernal machines. The Net can not hurt us, only We can hurt us..that is, unless we are standing in water.. *Zzzt* Current Mood: *static*Current Music: *static* | | 5:16 am |
An All Hallow's Eve story
*As Day wears thin, His bright light melts into the sea, and is gone in a blaze of glorious colours. Twilight begins.. To the Ancient Music, from places unseen, the Star song, Night comes Alive. Dancing for joy of the Stars, She is one with Luna. Dancing to the music her lover makes for her as he hides...Lovely, bittersweet, forlorne songs, tales of the Ocean, the Sky, Birds, All things beautiful.. He may hide his face, but watches her dancing from far away, until the next fleeting moment when they may touch. "This will not last forever..o'my Love, as we will" he tells her..and she believes him* So i am told, Everyone asks Who am i? or..some of us ask What am i. lol. Tis the latter that drives me. Residual Memory is strong and if it stays with us long enough, eventually becomes undeniable..though we may wish to forget some things, we may always not. Unfortunately. It's blatantly obvious i am not like the people around me, anyone whom meets me knows it instinctively, or so they are wont to say. Though what i be they do not guess, exactly, *winks* Eh, i guess one could say i am an "ET" of sorts..a being not from this particular world as you know it, though..it may well be just another layer. For instance my mate calls Home, Avalon. Also known as Atlantis.. Shangrila..Nirvana..Alfhiem..Aasguarde..O lympus..many more..Tolkien called it Valinor. lol! Aboriginals call it the Blessed Land beyond the Star Path.. while i, we, call our place of Origin, the Void. Mainly cos it is pretty empty, except for the cloud people and critters like me..their offspring, And..the Great Light, from whence All things came. One time someone discovered the worlds we had made had become inhabited by interesting things. Fascinated, we played with them, grew to love them, and eventually..covet them. Then, for some reason..we joined them. Not too scary so far is it..lol..just..wait..it will be. There are uncounted worlds, and we partake of many of them, all at the same time. i believe it is expressed as "the string theory" here? You are Not 'alone' nor are you the most.."advanced"..Far from it dear ones, but no worries, no one is going to upset your dream. :) It is Such a lovely dream. Too bad you do not use it Wisely. Maybe..someday. For now, there are many of 'us' seemingly...stuck here. We don't belong here..but..we have somehow..forgotten? how to get 'back' Now, That IS scary. We know how to go to our Valinors and Avalons, but beyond? Something holds us here, to this realm of yours, and though you may not wish it either, we are powerless to leave you. Some of my kind will mumble about a "deal" while others whisper about some great "plan" and still others speak of the ending and beginning of Ages...but none ring quite true..do they. Aye, that was a rhetorical question..i don't expect answers. The Horror is..Somehow, most of us have become..humanised. Misplaced our original packaging we came here with. These human bodies are difficult to maintain and near impossible to overcome. The organic machines you call brains do not get on well with the Spirit. No small wonder why you are such an angry species! But, with the passing of much time you still do not learn how to use them very well..so..until you do, they will controll you entirely, and hold you back from your hearts desires. When we came here, we built our great cities..then, either boredom or curiosity (or temporary insanity) won and we blithly went hither and yon, using our talents lavishly to enrich and enhance..pretty much..everything we came accross. Not always the best of ideas. lol. *sighs* As anyone can plainly see..this meddeling did not fare well, and eventually, bit us in our collective..hand. lol. Sensing failure, we left you to your own devices, but, not good enough.. some of you remembered long, and were wroth. The Horror is, we paid dearly for our folly. On this layer.. Others, we may still fare well..but it is this one we wish to leave, as much as you would have us gone. The Horror of this story is...we Can't. The Horror is..some of us can not overcome these bodies anymore. The Horror is an 'Alien' consciousness trapped in a human body. For........? It has been many ages. Some of these ages we did not waste, continuing to try to correct our mistakes, and at the least improve what we could not fix. But The Horror is knowing this age is the most dangerous one of them all, and though you still feel us, you will not hear us. Instead, you have grown as spolied children, fighting in the play yard..with Frightening toys. Destroying the very ground on which you stand. Foolish in your consuming greed, blind in your machinations and deaf in your Spirit. Angry..in traps of your own making. You scream for someone to Save you, and it has been done again and again, but it is never enough, is it. The Horror is..or, so it appears..we must stay with you until...? "you broke it, you fix it" ...Some things will not be fixed. And THE Horror of That is..we must watch this lovely world end with you As the night fades, we fade with it.. Spirits, blending with the winds. Softly singing, sighing, drifting into the etherlands..to wait. If you should ever wish to visit us in our 'homes away from Home' be Welcome!Think it not impossible..it can be done, and has been. Think of the greatist of amongst you..whom spoke of it often, though none chose to hear him either. A dear man, Albert Einstein. He knew how. He knew Us..and though he knew reason for great fears, he was never afraid of Us. ..............................*Boom!* ...........................feel that? *smiles* it is our unconditional love for you | | Saturday, October 15th, 2005 | | 5:35 am |
..and the irony of all this is..i still don't know how to swim. lol! |
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