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Adultery.

Thu, 09 Feb 2012 07:13:54 CST

A man is dying.
He calls his wife.
"My dear, I must confess to you now: I deceived you with your sister!"
* I know, darling!
"It's not all, I have also cheated with your mother!"
* My love, I know!
"And I must also tell you that I had s€x with your best friend!"
But, I, my heart, why do you believe know that I poisoned you?...
From the experience, I Love Jokes And Riddles

Stooping

Thu, 09 Feb 2012 20:58:08 CST

Professor vanLiere, an old Dutch man who teaches my history class, speaks English well, but he occasionally has trouble with some expressions. Today, he said something that made me think. Instead of "Jumping to conclusions", he said "Stooping to conclusions". I kind of like that.
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From the experience, I Am In College

Tuning The Strings

Thu, 09 Feb 2012 06:36:01 CST

Sometimes we are as untuned guitars. It is during these times that we walk around, but only outside of ourselves, not wanting to face what's going on in our hearts. Nothing makes sense, not even their own meaning. And we seek for something inordinately that makes us face the reality. We wander around looking for a tuning fork when it can only be found within us. Only with it, we can improve our sound, our music.
We always have to play with the guitar’s strings and in every touch when our ears scream, it doesn’t make sense to be stubborn if we don‘t tune it, no pleasant sound will ever come out of it. If you walk around and don’t know how to do it. Try to jump high and the moment you put your feet down, the tuning fork with fall out of your pocket. It was there all the time! Perhaps, it was playing hide and seek with you or it was you who was hiding from it. But don’t think it is over, when we think that the music is already composed, we changed our directions and we see that it's time to restart again.
I am always improving myself. It is tuning the strings that my favorite song can be played.This is the melody of life!...
From the experience, I Am Always Improving Myself

The Line Pt 2

Thu, 09 Feb 2012 11:35:55 CST

Carnal. That was the only word that would enter her brain for how she felt. Every action was one of wild abandon. She moved with a fluid movement. Like a wild cat in the jungle. Every breath seemed to come from a place deep in her soul. Raspy and guttreal. The sun shown brighter, the moon had a glow she had not seen before. There were more stars in the heavens and the breeze on her skin was like the breath of angles.
When was the last time she had felt this way? she dug back into her memory and found those moments when the passion they had shared was still alive. when his touch could turn her into a wet dripping puddle of desire. when she had craved his kissed like a starving man craved food. But those feelings with time had faded. He no longer touched her like a lover. His touch was that of a friend. Comforting and consoling, but it held no desire for her.
Sitting with a hot cup of coffee in her had she stared out the window. Out onto a landscape that was foregin to her. And yet she felt no fear, only calmness. Tomorrow would come in its own time. And she would deal with the emotions it held for her then. But now in this moment she felt beautiful for the first time in a long time. And she liked it. She did not want to change this feeling. She wanted to embrace it, to fall into it, let it consume her like flames. So be it if the fire left nothing but scoarched ash. Because from that ash would arise a phoenix....
From the experience, I Love to Write

Dive

Thu, 09 Feb 2012 13:04:03 CST

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From the experience, I Am a Lesbian

Day Dreaming...

Fri, 10 Feb 2012 12:42:07 CST

Aahhhh... You gotta love the bokeh (50mm)

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From the experience, I Love Photography

Best Man Mate

Thu, 09 Feb 2012 23:55:18 CST

here he is!
loping up my drive
bottle in his hand
curry in the bag

here we sit
tatty old jeans
on my couch
dog at feet

here we laugh
corny old jokes
we don't care
how we share

good night in
see my grin!
daggy ol" boy
your'e my joy!...
From the experience, I Love My Best Friend

Gina The Ghost :)

Thu, 09 Feb 2012 12:32:06 CST

Ok so this may be a bit of a stange one even for this group, i was about 10/11 at the time and living in my old house, i used to have these dreams about a women called gina who was a ghost who lived in my house, she got me to do things in the dreams and i did them in real life. My parents thought it was my imagination but then one day i couldn't find the hairbrush so i said clear as day 'gina where's the hairbrush?' and a deadrant can went zooming from the back of the wardrobe and landed back next to the hairbrush. From that day on i have always said i believe in ghosts, and i was quite sad to move and leave gina behind :( ...
From the experience, I Believe In Ghosts

Yeps

Thu, 09 Feb 2012 06:17:11 CST

I've got my ears pierced 3 times each, all in the bottom of my lobe, my tongue and my belly button pierced. I think they look great but fecking hell did the tongue one hurt :-/ ...
From the experience, I Am Pierced

Feel Like I Was Hit By A Truck

Fri, 10 Feb 2012 13:49:34 CST

I remember my husband standing at the foot of the bed as I lay in the ICU, my husband told me he ran a red light and we were hit by a MacTruck. I told him accidents happen. Where are the boys? He said they are fine you were injured the worse.
I was bleeding internally and the had to remove half of the small intestines and part of the large. This was just part of what I was through. The hospital sent me home weeks later with a large hole in my diaphragm and my liver was laying in the hole, more painful surgery. Then I had to have surgery to rebuild my abdominal wall. The Doctors say I took one for the team, and I am lucky to be alive. If it is for my children I am glad it was me and not them! They say lucky" I say with all the pain not so sure!" July 2011 had to go through another abdominal wall reconstructive surgery!...
From the experience, I Was In a Car Accident

Nighttime Precautions

Fri, 10 Feb 2012 14:06:01 CST

At night, I keep a baseball bat beside my bed in case some one breaks in and throws me a baseball......
From the experience, I Like a Good Quote

I Prefer To Be Alone.

Thu, 09 Feb 2012 01:04:14 CST

Except being with my fiance, I actually want to be alone. I don't fit in, and I don't care anymore. I have extreme social anxiety and it bothers me so much when I'm around others, that it's just easier to not be around others.

I haven't left the house in a month. It's easier this way....
From the experience, I Spend a Lot of Time By Myself

My Love For Music

Fri, 10 Feb 2012 17:50:22 CST

music, when think about is like poetry but in a singing form like the doors jim morrison was a true poet in his time.its like you're being taking on a journey inside of his mind but...... there are many other i've enjoyed over the years led zeppenlin,yes,genesis,pink floyd,jimi hendrix, cream,radiohead,smashing pumpkins and too many to name music makes you think, love,dance and yes cry!!!...
From the experience, I Love the Way Music Makes Me Feel

Upon A Day I Stumbled Such A Bloom.

Fri, 10 Feb 2012 14:52:06 CST

Upon that darkness, day did bring some light,
Walking slowly lost a while, my eyes did see,
A tingle upon my heart a missed beat it trickled,
I came to rest a while to look yet got mind tickled.

Looking mindfully at a distant flower that sparkled,
My manliness was drawn to look deeper forwards,
Gently seeing that to pick such this seen beauty,
Tis far to early a quest to rush yet to look upon my duty.

Such sunshine shone that first day, the bloom pretty,
Not quite open almost guarded keeping safe,
I walked on gently its magnetic yet majestic flow,
Planted firmly with roots deep, me thinks not to let go.

Like all flowers a hint of sweetness fragrance beckons,
This day I ponder nature is something to hold dear,
So thank you such a bloom I did stumble,
Your beauty, grace, indeed makes me humble....
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From the experience, I Like To Write Poetry