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creativesoul
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Post by creativesoul » January 31st, 2008, 10:20 am

i wake up to the sound of cll phone ;alarm clock, I have set up the coffee machines the night before, i went to th bathroom and when I went back into the kitchen somehow the night before I did not put the drawer into the coffee make correctly and there was coffee everywhere. so that is how this day has begun.on my refriderator is a magnetic thing a ma gig, that says "Drink coffee do stupid things faster with more energy" never has it seemed more true than this morning.
the news is generally on for the weather and the few pieces of news that go in between. "last night a man froze to death"
'a woman marired several marines, army and others that she stole thie social security numbers and commited fraud"
"a soldier from iraq was wounded"
my husband looks a bit like homer simpson to me this morning. i do not know what has changed, or why what I see today is so different than what I saw one year ago, but this usually does not hapen for five years.


women are biology is completely different than men, if we do not get sex and orgasim regularly than it ferments, those juices make us sick.food doesnt work. i have worked the food banks, gotten our utilities paid by human resources social services and I am still wanting love and physical affection. I am lonely. I miss that passon, the place where you are dying to take your clothes off. i have tried discussing it like a lady, waiting for when he wants it, masturbation and fighting about how i deserve it. I think that it is no longer my problem. I think that there are men out there that would love to love me. so what about compassion?
What about love? What about commitment/
was all of that invented so we will become more obedient.? i think that there is alot more to all of this than meets the eye.is this a story/ what is this/

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tinkerjack
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Post by tinkerjack » January 31st, 2008, 11:22 am

Not sure I know what it is for you
But I call it doing my existential strip tease

the lidless eye
no place to hide from it
since I drank the kool aid

sorry about the ramble
keep on doing it
whatever it is.
I always see someone in it
My sister my self

The pressure to full fill her mother's expectations
free rice
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I used to be smart

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Arcadia
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Post by Arcadia » January 31st, 2008, 12:11 pm

walk a semi-crowded block here and at least five men will want to have sex with you.... mmm...... is that what you want?
nice read and good luck!! :wink:

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Post by e_dog » February 1st, 2008, 12:46 am

walk a semi-crowded block here and at least five men will want to have sex with you....
here being like . . . studioeight?
I don't think 'Therefore, I am.' Therefore, I am.

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Post by Arcadia » February 1st, 2008, 7:08 am

s-8?: noooooooo!, don´t worry!!!. I was thinking in my city specially in summer, both parts wearing or not sunglasses 8). But let creativesoul think what she want!!! :wink:

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