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So my first book is nearly done and it is almost at publishing stage....how you like that? Wow What a wonderful journey this has been. I look forward to getting statrted on the next one very soon. The cover for the book is on my author page and here as well. It is called: "I'm still Standing: Real Life Experience Re
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if u hav 2 say anything bout me than say it noe, i may wont respond or reply bak but i wil do read it.
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Here we are again...
its that time of season.
I will not be on probably at all
for i am leaving to volenteer with the salvation army to do the kettles again.
I will miss reading the wonderful muses that have inspired me so...
But i will be back before jack frost getts me down.
Love you guys
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Adelaide Labille-Guiard. if any of you know any shit about her, lemme know this is for just in case I lose my paper. 1
Born- April 11th, 1749
Died- April 24th, 1803
Profession- Artist and teacher (art teacher? Get more notes on that)
Place of Birth- Paris. (did she live there her whole life?)
Childhood/adol
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Are some lives of greater worth? This question can only really be answered in retrospect, or is that entirely a truism? In our days of organised education, well lets give them the benefit of any doubt, when careers can be more or less mapped out, when it is possible to estimate or quantify a contribution based on hi
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Pay attention only to what I desire.
Vision is like Ray Charles to everything else.
Images from hell appearing from the rear view,
but a clear view is what I got.
History is like the television channel, switches on and off.
And obvious its MOB.
Cause never did a bitch steal my right to life.
Birth was marked f
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How often do you have to sit outside before you've figured out the sides of all possible unpainted portraits yet veiled beneath your traveling fingers of sighs & sorrowful questions? Without a why to impose, a desolate observation needled closed, it's only another Life to get to know, throw away & dispose. Befor
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Notings and Startings on the bus 1
.On Copies.
I have reached the conclusion that most things are copies. Only a few things are original, and they are the building blocks, the everything. They form what we are. But now, our understanding of originality has been muted and over-fed. There has not been an original
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The air is still, stilted, dead. The windows have dark blinds covering them, so no one can she in from outside. The faint sound of trumpet playing ‘The Pink Panther’ can be heard. Then it falls silent and starts another song - one I don’t know. No, it’s ‘The Yellow Submarine’. The clanking and grinding of a truck or
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I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian. 1
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I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman. 3
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I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights. 5
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We are the par
by BloodDragonRuler
on Nov 16 8:51 AM, In Bitter, Contemplative, First person, Life, Nonfiction, Pain, Personal, Sad, Thoughts.
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http://karissademore.webs.com/ 1
There is many things to see their, but its still under contruction...their is also a store where you can buy the Truth stone mentioned ion my novel; It really works, and the Tarot card deck mentioned in my novel, I will be adding more and letting them be available as soon as I f
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This morning I walked along Ha Ha Road, towards Charlton Park the sun and clear sky gave spur to my poetic thoughts. I reflected on the wonderful diversity in the human races, I saw children preparing for football matches, oblivious of any differences, just consumed by the challenge of a football game. I crossed the
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As I start writing this first journal entry, I feel as if I have to say something that will amaze others and leave them speechless or just something thoughtful that will prove I'm more than just a carefree "little girl". Not proving it to others but to myself... It's hard not to wish that I could still be
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I was lost, and so alone.
No ever calls me on the phone.
I have no friends.
My siblings do, and I felt left out.
I know that everyone suffers,
but I'm in need of love and
I feel as if I'm so alone! 1
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Christmas has always been a special time in our lives. When my children were little, we never travelled at that time. We wanted to celebrate the holiday at home.
Now, my husband has gone to be with the Lord, my children are all grown, most of my grandchildren, too. That doesn't deter us.
We still celeb
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Every time I have strong feelings I have trouble putting it into lyrics or poetry. Especially when the feelings are of love. I have so many lines in my head of majestic beauty, I hear music so sweet it makes sugar seem like salt, and I just can't put it down on paper. None of the words ever seem to fit. Once in a bl
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Dear Stan, 1
It's been a few days, hasn't it? Well, anyway, nothing is new on my end. All of my extraneous time is spent playing assorted folk songs (and that one Dropkick Murphys song I know) on MuhBucket. I am certain my neighbors grow more and more enraged with me daily. It's a good thing for me that I don't
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Dear Diary,
is this the way my life always needs will be will it all ways mean i have to choose one or the other
and if i dont chooseone will die
and yet if i choose the other one will lve and the ther one will be hurt 1
what do i do i dont get it no more 2
do i let one die and live with that
or do i l
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Original content taken from: http://bittersweetcharisma.blogspot.com/ 1
Really the only way to get your voice heard about Child Protective Services rein of terror is to contact news media and congress. Written letters are more often read than emails, but still you can email as much as you like. Also submit you
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Original content of this post can be found: www.rallycongress.com/fight-cps/1448/
Please take the time to visit and sign it for the sake of children. 1
Nationwide, there are State run agencies who are supposed to be protecting abused children in dangerous situations. Each State has many different titles for
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(Near A Northern City In South Vietnam) 1
I. 2
Red dusk looms foreboding
up and down No Man's Land;
a barren strip of ground
called, "...a free-fire zone...!" 3
Scarlet haze stirred by traffic,
a cloud of fine red-clay earth,
obscure silhouettes
of men and machines, 4
moving into defensive
posi
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I wrote it to you
and you will never see it
i can't escape my own truth
i can't deny it nor can i believe it 1
It wasn't meant to go this way
This isn't my story
I cannot stay
The truth is that i would be happy
As i always am with you
It was always you
Could i run away? 2
Maybe not.. 3
but how co
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Where is the love we once shared? Feeling so all alone when you said you would always be by my side. Now when I need a friend you are nowhere to be found. We have been best friends for over a decade now and I still don't understand what happened to that. I have always been there to help you out but now I feel so b
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Without my heart, there is no happiness
He's gone to be with family, for now
My arms are lonely, my smile empty
Yet, for the world, I must bow 1
My soul has fled my presence
So, too, has all my joy
Gone from his loving mama
My Darling little boy 2
Childless until the government
Decides I'm not abusive
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okay, so lily put up a list of things shes done in an elevator, so, i am adding one too. 1
in an office building, run hands up and down every button, so elevator stops on all floors. 2
press elevator stop button, right before someone gets off 3
when you get to the twelfth floor, argue loudly with your fri
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more and more often these days, i find myself suddenly unsettled. It is during times when i am quietly happy athat the voice will burst upon my mind and attack.... it swears that i have no right to be happy as i have not spent years alone... that i have not yet been able to give in to wanderlust and therefore i doom
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