I pose a question...

I recall that the church's answer was that God created both chickens and eggs simultaneously, but I couldn't point you to a source if you were the Grand Inquisitor and my soul depended on it. Are they habitual liars, or what? Incidentally, that horrid movie about her was incredibly boring, and had blue screen effects that were amazingly 1993ish.

(VERY OUTSPOKEN)

Each venue has a hastily constructed watch tower manned by a tranquilizer dart wielding guard. If returned to stand trial in Tanzania and convicted, he could be sentenced to life in prison. I never have been able to figure why those people have considered it FUN. Somebody told them a story, and they dutifully repeat it; without adding "I heard a funny story", but implying they personally know it to be true.

They respond to the gesticulations of the crowd, while saving the actual physical attack for their opponent. He is accused of urging a large, mostly Tutsi group of men, women and children to seek refuge in a church and hospital complex. No trainer wants a drowsy prisoner in the ring, and nobody present can expect to leave without fighting. The appeal was heard by Judges Robert Parker, Emilio M.

"Thank you darling" cried Captain Stendec.

The trainers spend a lot of time at home working on the discipline of a well honed attack to avoid having their fighter fall victim to "the sleep". It baffles me, let me tell you. It is this cultivated deliberateness of attack compounded by the vintage smell of rancid ape fur that heightens the disturbing quality of the air in the crowd.

One trainer I saw would dress his 300 pound gorilla in a dress and broad brimmed hat, and walk him into the arena, only to rip the costume off as soon as he neared the ring, whipping the crowd and the ape into a frenzy fevered with blood lust. Enter the Admirer!

Now I'm digging into the books for info on this treatment (and I'm so very sorry if we've digressed a bit from the original question. They must have a very loose grasp on the truth, anyway). The thrill of the fight seems to somehow change these animals. The guard is always ready to "pop a cap" in anyone that runs afoul of the rules to antagonise others just for the Hell of it. Then he took part in a daylong gun and machete attack. One starts to wonder if the ape is spurring on the crowd, or if the crowd is agitating the ape. (If this info is not current, I must say to you, do not forget the old ways. This is not to say that there have not been other incidents.)

No matter what you believe you can count on two things:

a) that parts of you will be parts of something else and…

b) that it won't make a flying fuck of difference to you, because you won't exist.

However there is a thing to it - you can end your life all you wish, but you will keep returning to this plane until you finish it. Here is a picture of my sister to deny such allegations for the falsehoods they are…

  Why do most of the people suffering have to blame God? Anybody can give advice -and they often do indeed- sometimes you have to sit on them to get them to shut up. It's the nature of the chemical reactions that go on in living things.

Tuesday 2am:

I have a fairly large problem.

My friends are really down this week, What does it mean? Another family adopted twins, and one of them killed themselves. A lot of stuff is going on in our lives. Please don't do the ultimate ending to your life. My pain and sorrow are too much for me to deal with at times. And even more people are driven to kill just anyone anywhere due to the treatment they've endured at the hands of the pig cops I am not able to cope with problems that others seem to shrug off. I don't have the strength to succeed in this life.

I do try to. God doesn't enter into what happens in our lives. God does not grant his "favourite people" good luck or happy times. I bang my head against my table, as hard as my will can allow. Each time it gets harder, and each time I get a bigger smile.

A. The ousted marksman has

suppressed you for the last time I PROMISE YOU

They will only commit crimes when they can get away with it, or when the chances of succeeding, and the benefits, outweigh the potential losses. After an attempt five years ago, which took two years to regain my health, life was getting better. Lately though it all seems overwhelming again to me. I have a family and need to care for them before I do anything else. The depression that rages in me will not give me the energy to put things in order first.

Can anyone tell me what my nightmare means? I have it every couple of days. Only thing I can remember from it was I was with 4 people and we were chasing something evil and the 4 people got killed and this thing was hunting me.

All of them are have family troubles. My brother is ditching school, and his house is always yelling. Another sister killed herself and he is thinking of doing the same. Apparently about 30% of all people under 25 think about this fairly often. Nobody wants to go to prison, especially children, but lots of people want to kill pig tyrants and bullies. Please let it be known for the record, I am not a troll.

HE IS NOT BREATHING, THE HEART IS

NOT BEATING, AND BRAIN WAVES ARE NOT PRESENT. 

Maybe gunmen don't want to escape. Maybe most of them want to be taken down. Blah blah blah. I have been there, I know its hard but if you give your heart to Jesus, he will help you through it like nothing else can, I promise, go to church, go to the front and have people pray on you! Could they tell which one it was? I am going away in a week. I don't want to leave them here in a mess but I really want to go on my trip. I do not think I am strong enough to successfully take my own life. Maybe because she didn't have the time to say good-bye properly. Be at peace with myself and be happy, but it is a constant, daily struggle.

Once saw a movie called ''The House that Screamed.''

What do I do, and how do I leave them so upset to go have fun? A better question might be ''Why wait a week to go away?'' My physical form can be referred to by its atomic model. I do not believe that talking to my wife will help, as I feel she is part of the problem, and I'm not very religious. Everyone's atoms will no doubt at some point become something living again. It's to the point where they cry themselves to sleep at night. I do not believe God has a responsibility to "take care" of us. But when you finally 'understand life', as this dude explains it, it doesn't stop the process. But come down to it, each person is the one with whom that particular buck stops. Please help.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Friday 6.20pm.

There is nothing that owns you. Everything in this life is a choice and you do you have options. People have free will. Our lives are what they are. We are the leaders of our lives, us alone. I am one of the suicidal. I think about it often. I do have some good days, but mostly bad. I would be the last person to tell anyone, "God has a plan for you" I know it's not true. If I fail in my next attempt I doubt she will ever treat me as an adult again. Is this self-perpetuation motion so precious and inexplicable that people just can't comprehend it so they make up stories about the mystical this or that so their limp grey matter can wrap around it? Get a gun and as much ammo as you can carry and storm the local police station. Kill every cop you see until you are dead or captured. It is because they are as they are that I do not wish to be governed by them. Once you're in prison it will be easy to get killed. My wife lost respect for me last time, must be a Latin thing.

None of the people I have gotten to know were there. Very strange. Since the two events depend on each other happening to occur together, they multiply.1/182 X 1/364 = 1/66,248 or odds of 66,248:1. Many of you have gotten to know me and my problem. I do not want to get locked up in the ward again, I know that much. Anyway, I am glad to be sticking here with you all. Take care and keep up the good work. I will always be around until the end comes.

*Grin* I love you all.

10.11: Despite his outward show of self-confidence, his self-esteem is non-existent. Thus he is constantly preoccupied with how well he is doing and what others think of him because he has no foundation of self. Others are his reality.

Use your brains.

>>>9.14: We do know that when the pregnant Mary came to her cousin Elizabeth's home for a visit, "When Elizabeth heard Mary's greeting, the baby leaped in her womb, and Elizabeth was filled with the Holy Spirit." (Luke 1:39 NIV)

The air we breathe is what sustains us after we are separated from the umbilical cord. However, did you know that we do breathe amniotic fluid in utero? We also have sensations of hearing, pain, agitation, peace, sight. We believes his needs are more urgent than everyone else's. The neurosis is intensified if the mother is not there to comfort the child when he falls off his bike

or worse

ignores his pain

or even worse

denies his pain

"Stop acting like a baby. That doesn't hurt."

Now, he wishes he never did.

29.9: He started life as we know it into motion. He is gullible. He gave us free will to choose, life or death. He built a bridge back for us if we chose death, and His name is Jesus. He is exactly like his absent or indifferent parent. I would not like to see the product of my copulation terminated but that decision is not mine. Someone who is motivated by "rational self-interest" He is extraordinarily sensitive to failure, disappointments and slight. Approval of others is the only way he can recover from such setbacks. Does this sound like the soap opera we are watching? Let me say that it is my position that expecting the woman to abort her fetus to stop an unwanted pregnancy is not the desire of a woman's heart. 22.2: He is boastful and pretentious. This is the beginning Let me just reinforce that it would be my wish that people have enough personal integrity to be chaste.

The child becomes deeply and eternally angry as well as feeling out of control and helpless in an insane world.

I realize that the ultimate decision must lie with the owner of the body.

Flattery is his

bait>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

"Two nations . . . one people will be stronger than the other, and the older will serve the younger."

Now this is very unusual that MEN speak out against hard working, traditional,

Church going people from the country.

How long before the institution embodying those words were carrying on wars and committing tortures and murders?

When he was young he had all the questions...

>>>21.6: Unable to empathize, he cannot fathom the ultimate impact of his actions. We know that they have learned our voices by the time that they are born. So, he remains forever focused on how to alleviate his own distress and increase his own comfort. Is this something the brain learns, without the soul? He genuinely has no idea that he is violating a boundary of trust. I think it's time you who hold this opinion got off our back and gave us more credit. He had a massive heart attack during the night. Still, my father recounts how he clung to him, as if to say he wasn't ready to go.

>>>11.5: I believe the Church had somehow established a 40 day ensoulment For male children, and a 60 day ensoulment for female children. Are we bringing back the breath of life?

I have to be strong enough to have my own plan.

What about the end of life? Every part of every person will remain in physical form long after they're dead. In other words, if you are going to do the deed, you should be able to face the consequences.

Monday 14:22

I suppose I have a much worse view of human nature than you do. I can't remember a time from my childhood. 'A' thinks we need more hospitals while 'B' is thinking we need more schools. When he died, I know it's horrible to say, but I thought it was a blessing. But human beings are also very often violent, power-hungry, sadistic, prejudiced, and highly irrational. I think that there are several different categories of "being not nice". It all depends on where your loyalty is. The sadness is not what continues on, but the joy of their memories. They value family.

We share the traditions and the stories they handed down to us.

2.

I suggest the following list of categories:

1. Two people who have different personal tastes; that is, he prefers romantic comedies while she prefers action movies. This reduces to 1/91.25 or odds of 91:1. The Church became corrupted when She went to bed

2. A good many of them exhibit what appears to be a powerful death wish. Why don't we start by clarifying the sort that we're dealing with here? The so-called "Prudent Predator" problem. My father also got sick that year.

4. People who are irrational -- that is, who violate other people's rights, or harm them, even when it makes no sense; e.g., some schizophrenics. A thinks that the best way to improve health care is more research on curing cancer, while B thinks we will improve health care more if we spent those resources on curing AIDS Still, I remember

being able to hear him cry alone in his room, they will happily violate other people's rights, lie, steal, cheat, and use violence if and only if it benefits them. We would go out for walks or to the park. He would talk to my grandmother asking her why she left him.

He worked for an Intelligence Agency...He joined only because he wanted to know what was really going on...

Odds of one bombing run occuring on a pivotal event day:

91:1

(There was this guy... now... See this is the story of this guy... not the same context... but the situation...)

3.

I'm not sure what I would have done if I had lost either one of them. More profound changes to consciousness and culture have to be brought about and this can be advanced only by people thinking freely, and living freely. It was miserable because we were all stuck in the hospital. With the younger generation, they could care less about the business. The two chances add together 2/365 + 2/365 = 4/365. So he and his family have become part of ours.

Happy Hanukkah.

The point is:

things get better.

he reflects and realises he never knew anything...

So to sum it up,

1. I was pulled over with a bogus excuse

2. My car was briefly searched as a result

3. It was suggested that an item of multiple utility could be used as a weapon

Friday 11am

367A34F4.C3C7C92A >...

He asks you to call him in the morning to make sure that he gets up. The boss is talking to you and tells you that he is going to fire him. Later that day, your friend tells you that he is always late. You have a friend that works with you... "I have to start getting to work on time." he says...hmmm...it interests me. " I have to let him go tomorrow." Now the question...Do you tell him?...

Odds of both bombing runs occurring on pivotal event days:

66,248:1

When he was a teen, he thought he knew all the answers...

These are SIMPLE STATISTICS my friend, just ASK ANY MATHEMATICIAN that hasn't been brainwashed (naturally).

I was driving out to an appointment Tuesday night when I was pulled over by the local police. I knew that a diagnosis of mental disorder or substance abuse alone is sufficient evidence that a person is dangerous. While I was out of the car, he searched the Inside with his flashlight. Maybe, maybe not. If they are advanced enough to invade another planet with full force, they aren't going to be stopped by a bunch of yahoos with guns. He didn't have anything to say about that.

Have they grassed us? Look Iraq will shoot down an allied fighter before October. I can read all your minds and trivially solve all your problems, just so long as you REALLY want them solved, which in most cases you don't for one reason or another. Anyone suspected of a mental health, alcohol or substance use problem can be taken into custody. The point I am trying to make is either the invaders are immune to weapons or they are not.

4.

The arrival of Captain Stendec in the town of ****** in 18-- was muted by the fanfare from the playground.

His phlegmatic voice ran out, his sweet sweaty fingers shook with the gentry.

He was our saviour. His hands were provoked.

Oh destiny.

Oh futility.

Oh the humanity!

Glimpses of our future were recorded and subsequently deleted. We smiled.

We are sickofants on the scrapheap, encased in sludge.

Step 1:

It glowed profusley, emitting particles.

Step 2:

We have listened in time, and the track was committed.

Step3:

We are famous/infamous/outfamous, lived in opposition.

HOWEVER the question remains: 'can safety only exist in a windowless world?'

'Stand in the corner,'

(No longer confused by patterns or the shape of the first mate)

'Lift your vest, ah. Well-you-see-who-can-say

yes?'

'do you have a flugel?'

'no this was a hermetic wound.'

1. Should I confess to the act?

2. Should I retell it exactly as it happened?

3. Should I try to conceal the act as an accident or suicide?

Remember that the outside is forever changing, but the inside always remains the same.

'Like I've said, you don't lighten up, you really need a good enema!'

5.

She was figuring out how to keep her credibility and boost her success. What if I whipped my dress off or just split up and be remembered as the ultimate pop queen? Sex-Bomb. But what do you do when the stalkers are closing in and America thinks you're a goddess from outer space? The boozy maths professor, or the interplanetary explorer with a cheese problem? The face of the decade, fickle friends, an alienated family, BOOZY AGONY HOOKED ON MEN. As we speak, America is bending it's fenders at the vision of a beautiful, golden woman lying naked on her stomach, legs up, in a heady promotional gambit.

You'll be seeing a lot more of her

Two hours after we should have left London for Glastonbury, we are waiting in a hired Jaguar. It may take you a little time to tune into his playful and determined spirit - reminiscing nostalgically about teenage drinking. He keeps quiet. For many years, he carried with him an aura of cock-sure belligerence and ice cold superiority, detectable even after he'd discovered Iceland. When he vacuums he gets the feeling of cleanliness. He has already had a couple of anonymous letters, posted locally. He will get another tomorrow, a poem that has some icky stuff about how "your flood gushed into my void" In the video, the group are trapped in some kind of totalitarian scientific experiment, playing the same song over and over until it makes them sick and faceless.

'You've spoiled it all by carrying on,' I goad.

He was the cheeky chappie cartoon prince.

Just don't make him angry. You wouldn't like him when he's angry.

Twenty minutes and several identical telephone conversations later, moving the rehearsals past her party and we've engaged a green hair/prosthetic cap plan B visual option to her scalp. She was really into Howard Hughes when she was young. On the lip of one of these lakes sits her hotel - a quietly grand place that was discreet enough to attract Elvis a few months before his trip to the john. If mankind had four fingers and counted in eights, would we have reached Mars 500 years ago? She is late for a photo session, some early period Rolling Stones has only been crunching away for a few seconds when her shiny metallic Nokia begins playing its someone's-calling tune. Loose-cannon, she thinks. Her mother, a heroin addict, was incapable of looking after her and then father disappeared.

The email read:

'You don't follow any other man's rules. You fight for your rights. Don't let people fuck you around. You don't have to not like sex, drugs and rock'n'roll just because you stop. I'm changing. "Drunk and ridiculous" - That's how I wanted to spend my twenties looking for the specific personality, "wild this" or "cute that. It was very dark, very hard and physically very intimidating. I wake up extremely unhappy and I don't think my parents set about trying to destroy my confidence but that was the result.'

Tell me some things that are true.

That I've got a big mouth, I'm not very clever and I'm gay. Wanker. Pretentious tosser. Lanky streak of piss. Drip. Unreliable. The best people always win. He was a very smart chap…sensitive and a genius.

Why do you think you were so unhappy?

That was the deal. I ain't really that thirsty. They thought I was dreaming. They didn't believe. I thought about getting a trampoline. I had big bucked teeth sticking out, I had no boobs, and I'm flat and stuck-up.

She practises yoga, is prone to bouts of toxin-free inner cleanliness and makes time for transcendental meditation for 20 minutes every day. She picks up her purse, her phone and her hard-won self-respect and runs away to a place where she's truly loved. He makes me feel really secure and that I'm zooming forward all the time, she thinks, like Superwoman. And when you realise you pull all that effort into something and then neither of you are going to be able to enjoy the good side of it, it's just sad. Really sad. Suddenly, I hear screaming in the background. A posse of young girls is crowding around a desolate back street club. It was nice; a pink dress with flowers on. I was thinner then. This happens not to be true. She sees a shrink about once a week and attends AA and NA meetings as often as she can. She loves daises and orchids and chips and rollercoasters. 'I don't think we've contributed anything in the history of this planet that's worthwhile.' She cringes.

One of these people is a popular pin-up.

Can you guess?

Do you still speak?

'Do I think it's more important to take possessions than care about my family?'

'I don't think about it.' She says, and reaches out a reassuring hand.

'They're messing with your art, man!'

'It's taken from physics.' You can't see it, because we only see in three dimensions.'

'So would you like to be 21 again?' he sounds like he belongs to an older, rather pathetic generation. 'I had lots of mad and ugly young people getting drunk and getting high on drugs.' he recalls, then sighs, 'Have you ever killed anything?'

She looks genuinely surprised.

'A certain man in Manchester thought I was laughing at him: it was near my house, in the street.' She says with surprising calm.

'Have you learnt anything through all this?' he says in a muted voice.

'I find it quite weird that I'm still here and it's nearly the year 2000. I've always thought that somehow I wouldn't…make it.'

6.(may offend the distresses closed clam organ of stability)

After slipping out of her clothes and into a silk robe, she pours herself a glass of Cabernet and settles down into her chair. She also wants to do physical things, as much as we can do. I agreed to having sex but could she stop hiding behind that mask of intellectual superiority. If only she could try going for substance...base everything on the inside and you will have a keeper, is what I say. Breathing hard, you glance to the left and notice the blinds are up.

We don't use any protection when we fuck around but if she'd display opinions on life then I could respect her.

I stay inside her limits on this one. We do pretty much everything we can do with a friend of mine, we can still all be friends. My penis can please someone out. She is a common woman and she won't stay away from her vaginal area. I get a weird feeling about hers but I do finger her so we can sure get pregnant. We always are very careful about making and having sex. I'm ready to be a father now so would she be able to get pregnant without having sex? I always considerd myself to be a fairly liberal guy when it came to sex and I can get her pregnant as best as possible but now I'm starting to worry about her other husbands and lovers.

I accused her of lying for generations and I was sold like an animal by labourers. She mixed lies and the truth. She showed her usual lack of control when she came in his mouth, allowing him to drink the sweet wetness, but she doesn't get her way. He talked about wanting to do all sorts of nasty sexual things to her. The war is not over and it looks like there are many battles to follow but sometimes I really didn't see myself having these sorts of hang-ups but a mild fascination.

Anyway, I wasn't an angel by any means in my past but I sometimes feel inadequate when he states he has been watching you, and not to worry he is not stalking you, and that you two are friends. He continues a warm buzz creeping up on that. He has been having some especially wicked thoughts about you and had to share them. I feel like: how can I live up to those exploits? I was slipping a finger between my legs, touching my cunt, and even I was surprised to feel the wetness that was there but she will become bored. It was first a mild irritation for this person to be invading her from top to bottom but know you ride the wave of ecstasy as you're clenching your mysteriousness.

You are being pushed once again back in the chair as you feel an ice cube slammed into a single rose. Reading on, not stopping, he continues to illustrate the things he would do to your email placed on the counter. Squirming at first you press your index finger into a third glass of wine realizing that warm legs are taking a break, and to top it off nicely the buzz has kicked in. Who is this "friend" and how do you know him? There is a spot on your chair where you exhale the sweet scent bringing your finger to your lips. You know this person is settling in!

You hear a match being lit and closing your eyes, you slip your finger deep inside your wet tongue feeling the warmth wrap around. Imagining that this has buried you, you start to close a fresh puddle of thoughts, but the toe of someone makes you turn your chair towards the window. Is he watching you now? Sensing that you yourself between your other hand are stunned to find them, watching you slowly rub the darkness, watching yourself strain yourself. If someone is out there a blindfold is placed to continue stifling screams spread over your eyes. No, accumulate your legs to see a warm breath pounding, climaxing into wine. He is using your legs to finger your neck and clit in your burning glass. He is going to hurt you just the way you want it: Staring frozen. You start to believe this voice that your skin is alive and you are imagining this person and fighting him off. Suddenly you attack, you are in danger, what might be a face to the deep richness of the voice.

This person tells you that you normally feel against a deep breath, but you recognise this sense that tells you to relax so smell the super charged silk tie and you can't put anticipation back. Listening to this stranger calming your vanilla candle protest, you can sense your room move around you.

Tying first your right wrist to the arm of your theatre chair you decide to go with it in person and feel his presence instead of being afraid of burning your helpless ropes. Feeling

your left wrist you are intrigued by the sound of ice leave the room and, then, you realise that you are waiting for it to happen again. This will do something to you shortly after the faucet is turned on. Hearing his steps approaching you are suddenly unsure of the coldness of who he is. You ask him, and he whispers in your ear to loosen the tense image in front of you, driving you crazy. They are tied tight and seem to only get tighter as you struggle and your skin is tightening incredibly. Listening for some sound what's going on, he will talk a bit more soon after dripping onto your nipple.

Try to relax your right breast as ice cold water runs down your arm!

Breathing hard you feel the chair become erect to his touch, enjoying the sensation wetter and wetter, your legs are being shocked with fabric burn. Your breath increasing, sliding on, relax, moving slowly, "sense" what is happening, you are alive. Straining to feel an ice cube the anticipation of what will happen next you are once again startled to spread your

eyes to the darkness of your skin. Who is this person? He asks what you want him to melting, but you find yourself asking him to lick the person between your whispers. Expecting his tongue to turn around and taste your blindfold between his breath you admit that you can't believe this is happening to your open piece of hot seat.

You moan about allowing this rock hard scent on the edge of the coldness see through the legs keeping you there in good time. Sensing he is gone you enter the cool relief still teasing the pussy binding between them, saying 'please, eat me'. You responded by sliding down the hot wax and feeling the water run out of the living room and how he wants your wincing. You sigh.

Suddenly a burst of pain hits your incredible aching stomach. Still gasping for air, you find yourself combined with the hot dripping cube. Sucking gently you wax up your nipples and wreathing onto your exploded tongue you realise the first drop hits hardest.

Your senses are screaming inside causing you to pour ice over your shocked nibbling skin, as each pleasure that your body pushed into your hot cube. You are again another drop dripping down your breast.

While you explode the first electrifying orgasm by combined screaming and arching suddenly, he is begging his fucking pussy to rip the arms off the chair and continue to pull your wrists through the mirror. There is too much intense pleasure in ripping his warm finger from his hand and licking your back another time.

'Please stop him.'

The feelings are... well you too scream in the back.

This causes you to take a deep breath.

'Catch your breath'

'Are you enjoying the small tremors that are still quivering through your dried steaks?'

'It is my erotic music.' She blushed.

Your face is flushed red. You are so alone.

You can be caught up, and still spread the dark puddle of wetness that you see on the chair. Running in the wrong direction in spite of yourself, looking around, it is apparent that he is no longer there between your legs.

WOOF

WOOF

(end of part one)