THE AXE

The greek symbol of thunder and fire. An axe. I see this young greek running through brush and field to revenge the death of his Brethren wielding his axe as pictures swim through-out his head of the attack on his village while the men were out hunting for food to feed the whole clan.   Flashes of bloody bodies-soaked in blood the elder-woman and children dead or gone-his mother half-naked tied to a pole with her neck slit–He runs with this greek symbol tears blurring the way-he does not stop running into the night over mountains and dale-visions of his father’s head upon a rock-the body he knows not of-nothing can stop this fiery rage or the thunder  under his feet-he won’t stop until he finds his little sister  or hears the cry that of the new-born baby boy weeks old–pictures  of merriment  dancing in his memories as he promised his father he to teach the boy to hunt with un faltered aim-missing  his very aim allowing the boar to escape-not once but twice-unlike father’s aim perfect-he too would be one day–He ran through the day reaching the big waters-without missing a heart-beat-the young greek dived into the coolness swimming  towards his destiny-to live or die-nothing will stop the thunder burning through his axe-pressing him onward-nothing-nothing-nothing-nothing.in the distance he could hear the cries-he is near-he crouches-making his way to this vile camp-he needs the visions to stop-timing would depend on his mind-no time to see pictures of dispair-only the hunter’s mind-skills taught by the elder-skills handed down by his father-now before him lie all the wisdom he must face-or die a torrid death–He see his sister a long with other young girls tied-bound to one an other-he hears the cry of babies and small children-one of them should be his–he clutched the handle of the axe with bowed head-retrieved the blade hidden down by his leg-thunder and fire roared shaking the heavens.

PICTURE THIS . . .By the time this young greek reaches this camp the men are all out hunting-feeding their new arrivals now is the utmost important–The girls must be remain healthy for breeding as the baby boys into hunters-mingling  the clan into oneThe young greek went in–knowing all to well he woman of the people-a long with that of their elder-knew not trifle with this thunder-allowing all to leave—The young greek will not take the children home–their home is no more-new shelter would be provided-lessons of the elder skills would be taught-a new clan would rise living into the century of humanity.

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QUESTION OF THE DAY-SUNDAY JUNE 9, 2013

English: Lithium batteries in PP3 "9 volt...

English: Lithium batteries in PP3 “9 volt”, AA, and AAA sizes. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

If they take too much LITHIUM out of the ground will we fall a-part will the earth just let go? Does LITHIUM even come from the ground? My batteries are dead! What is the melting point of lithium anyway? I fried my lithium batteries!-Question of the day.

Can lithium be restored

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QUOTE OF THE DAY/Thursday June 6, 2013

I hate taking pictures-wether i take the picture-or pictures are taken of me.

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SCARY STORY TIME/ PICTURE THIS—THE WARNING

Out of no where you see a black-ball and it is coming just at you-you don’t have time to think but a blackness then SMASH it hits driving you down. What do you do-you find it a hard time to crawl back to your feet, no sooner you witness this BLACK Smashing you back down–confused you do make it up only this time you look to see it hammering down upon you once again—You can only crawl to where you headed before the hand of GOD strike you again.

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  1. ONLY YOU ARE TO BLIND TO UNDERSTAND IT WAS INDEED THE HAND OF YOUR GOD OUR FATHER IN HEAVEN

He  is telling you to stop what you are doing before he stops you for you. You just went through the warning–you don’t piece together the fact that you whine and cry  God never hears you so there is no God and he did this and he did that and if God was real–If God was real-God is real or you would not have said what you just said? What is unreal and who talks about that blaming everything on it? You don’t even realize you are thinking all of this because you are still freaked out as to what that Black-ball was and you probably drank too much or what ever dangerous things you would do continuessly and cry it is Gods fault he didn’t give you a mustache like that guy or he let your friend die or what ever you still blame on this unreal GOD.  But you fell a sleep waking not remembering anything but the fun you had the night before.   Actually it is now days later and you are in a meeting or class or where ever you may be at this time–It all comes back to forcing you lunge-back expecting a blast–and everyone looking at you like you are seeing ghosts or you just went nuts–now  you  finally see every one looking at you with looks of wonderment and all you can do is give a stuttered giggle making an excuse-but the excuse you give is not going off very well because you are now searching the air around you for this Black-blast smashing down on you—”Hey”-someone says— “are you okay”?  Then you notice others looking over and around your head–of course you find this amusing unable not to laugh taking one more look around making sure it was not coming–you stop laughing  getting agitated and want to be excused-left alone—But you find yourself afraid to be a lone-and change your mind doing your best to make-up a conversation praying to God–What God–you said there is no GOD-but you find inside yourself asking for protection while you stall making sure the black ball is-was–nonsense.

English: Black Ball Head Taken from yacht.

English: Black Ball Head Taken from yacht. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Minutes fly by as you realize you have no choise but to be on your own–you look for the blackball–you start to wonder in your memories of last night and did it happen?- It did or you are insane–you think-who gets hit  out of thin air by a big black as shit ball–cause you know you hit the floor three times and it hurt like hell and you have a few bruises–you now can not enter your house, home, or where ever you lie your head at night-you know it is day-but you also know it was real!–you find yourself wondering why this would happen-what did you do to see and feel a black-ball–you wonder if there is any one you know that would know about this thing–or even believe it happened just as it did–you constantly watch to the left of your head looking and waiting–a week later your best friend is in town and they call you wanting to work the town having a blast they are in town for a few days-you become all fired-up-rip roaring-yes–you Love this friend you complete each other–you forgot about the black-ball-your week went well even though you stayed in finding things to fix or tinker with or play or do what ever you do when you are home—What you didn’t know is the warning you were given was gong to give you a reminder—Would you even see it coming—No-you were way past that by now-like it was a dreamyou meet with your friend delving into all sorts of pleasures laughing the night away catching-up on each other’s lives the good and the bad and where the blame lies-God–out of no where   you look-up to the left–uneasy now  you wonder if you tell your best friend of this or should they shun your black-blast  smashing you down not once but three times and each time was worse where upon you could only crawl–your friend the friend that they are indeed see the change in you wanting to know what is-up your ass after God was mentioned-you hesatate-quiver out a chuckle  praying  said friend believes in you now-you feel foolish-but still can’t talk of what you went through-as the matter of fact you ask them to call it a night-praying all is felt at that a night–but your friend doesn’t–they want you to spill the beans-lay it all down-we are best of friends man–damn you think-shit–bastered–I was hit by a black-ball three times last night–your friend laughs saying things like-dick-gobbler and other insane things that friends say to each other—Either way the friend does not take you seriously buying another round or what ever you are doing-while you become afraid knowing now that this is all becoming to familiar so now you really want to stop what you two are doing getting out of there going home–you say you don’t want to talk about God-anymore–you have stuff to do tomorrow-you feel like you were doing something you knew you are not to be doing-looking for the ball to touch down any moment–your friend starts to freak out telling you you need to seek help-a headshrink-or something there like that–You get up-set not caring his is your best friend they are think you are in need of hospitalization—You yell out at them that you are not ill and are not seeing things-you saw what you saw and felt what you felt and it was real–I can’t do this anymore-i have to eat and sleep for work or what ever tomorrow—

English: Black Ball Hill. Looking east down th...

English: Black Ball Hill. Looking east down the hill into Slaughterhouse Combe. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Too bad it turns out that you happen to have one of those so-called best friends that would sooner call you crazy rather believe something happened to you for real–like a warning for your God telling you to stop before he stops you because you cry and whine to him all the time at the same time denying him calling him–unreal—

How do you see  God now–still not sure—

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WHAT IS REAL RESPECT—YOU TALKING TO ME

Be Altitude: Respect Yourself

Be Altitude: Respect Yourself (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

DON’T YOU JUST HATE IT WHEN SOMEONE YELLS AT YOU THAT THEY DO RESPECT YOU?

TOO BAD YELLING HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH ANY YELLING.  [Laughing now ]. I just looked up and seen that my caps are on once again.  This looks like a whole lot of yelling which was not intended at all. Damn . . .It even looks like disrespect. You talking to me?

Respect Yourself (album)

Respect Yourself (album) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

What is real respect?  Is it allowing every person  their right to be and have their own way of seeing things or understanding different from you?   Yes it is.  Other wise it is a lack of respect for any other.  Is respect important to have? Yes it is . . .Though thousands of people have NO RESPECT!

Some people do things in the name of respect which is not respect per-say. It is then a mockery in the name of respect.  What is real respect? It is allowing others to just be? Yes it is.  We are a world of many people with different views on life and the way things should be.  Is it because  we are all raised by way of  cultural beliefs with lack of respect towards other nations. YES it is. Even thief’s were once respected and used  through-out time to take or get back or what ever thief’s were used for.  Thought people and kids who thief today are different and have no respect for who they are taking from.  Silly i know but . . .Respect is a hard thing to have , though i do know some people who show this respect towards others, which even i find odd. I myself have some respect but not the real respect . . .

Money, Power & Respect (song)

Money, Power & Respect (song) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Or i would have corrected all the yelling up there.  You talking to me?

 The media it’s self  have no respect any more where as there was a time when Television had great respect for the public and displayed all their content with respect to all. Meaning  there was no blood, no sex, no horrid violence as they cut to next scene and so on and so forth.

 

 

 

 

 

Not today nor for a very long time television and the media is all about money. Only the wise man respects his money rather squander on selfish items, like smoking, drinking, games, parties, fashions and anything  money is choosen waste on rather  save for a rainy day or a house or what ever money is needed to keep your stay. What is real respect?  Excepting what is.

English: A hungry baby yelling and crying.

English: A hungry baby yelling and crying. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

 

 

 

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IN THE CLUB/TWENTY-FIVE DOLLARS PER HOUR

  1. Wouldn’t you Love to get paid for the job you really want to do?
  2. Once you had this job would you do a smashing blow at it?
  3. Wouldn’t it be grand to get paid TOP-DOLLAR for you doing what you want to do, for a living.
  4. What if this job is working on you?

What we do for others we don’t do for ourselves. We run out of time, maybe too tired, exhausted.  We tend to say, maybe another day short of close to never. What can be done about this? . . .You get a new job!   [Working on yourself]. Now all you need is anyone to pay top-dollar for you to work this job. I wonder about that . . .Who would possibly pay you to work on your own  body, while you do nothing-else! [ I see this as the problem], as i too would Love to do nothing-else, but to work on my body getting back into shape, being paid TOP-DOLLAR earning a living at my new job. [ Picture that ]!   But of course great results each day are recorded as to prove no slacking.  Eight hours of hardcore  exercising!  How much time do you think you have for anyone else.   None, every man on his own.   

Picture this . . .You are walking down the street when some guy walks up to you saying.” You look like you need to take care of yourself . . .I will pay you 25.00 dollars an hour to work on your body, but it is an EIGHT HOUR JOB“.   You laugh. “What the hell man. I don’t even make close to that where i work now. Sure when do i start”?         {Frig you idiot, you didn’t even stop to think, “but who are you”? . . .You go with this person, all good  to you.  Your still thinking about the twenty-five dollars an hour thingy . . . You are even adding up bills and payments and finding money to save.   “We’re here!   After you”.  He says holding open a large door.   You go in, you look with your eyes scanning the surroundings, taking in the sights of  man-made chubby sculptures and painting of fat people along with, signs and posters of weight gain and weight loss and exercise equipment.  You are amazed and thinking how brilliantly clean.  Someone calls you to attention.  You follow the voice and see something there.  Hours later you wake-up in a cell, behind bars, with a lock.  Above the door is a sign. “The weight loss room”. 

How smart are you now? You are thinking now too though ay?  You probably just lose a pound or two right there. Scared shitless. There some weight loss for you. TOP-DOLLAR.  But you did clearly say you had NOTHING ELSE TO DO.  And there still is that little matter about 25.00 dollars per hour! . . .So you yell HEY! When do i get paid!  And i better not be the only one here! I thought there would be competition”! You door unlocked and opened. You step out into a huge room three times larger than the gym where you went to school.   “Wow”! You see all the stuff to help you work on your body, you don’t even see all the other people stepping out into this space.

My Weight Loss Coach

My Weight Loss Coach (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

A whistle blows . . .Calling everyone’s attention  to the guy who offered this great-job. Twenty-Five dollars an hour for eight hours a day and NOTHING ELSE!, to Lose or Gain weight. Then the silent is broken by another one of you, asking.  ” Am i allowed to change my mind? ,  i can lose weight on my own”.   Then someone else asked. “What is this place”?  Another question was asked and you are getting impatient, you want this job!  You yell out.  ” Let him talk”!. This starts a tiny riot. The whistle blew three-time and everyone grabbed hold of their ears.  Nice and quiet now though. The man talked. The job was for six months & did indeed pay top dollar, 25 of them per hour. hardcore eight hours per-day, timing in and timing-out, the man pointed to a large time-clock on the wall behind them. Beside the clock was a Large cork-board holding small envelopes with a name on a time-card, which were put into categories of fat and lean, to lose weight or to gain weight.  Nice board. The whistle blew and you all put your attention back to this man telling you, “ you wavered your rights at the door.   You all now work for me, but for you and nobody-else.  You will get paid  by the hours you actually do put into yourself on the day of the six months you signed for. Your cells, rather rooms, i like to call them were locked for your own protection. Now that you are fully awake and understand what is going on, it will be up to you should you want your door locked, which in this case you will be given your very own key. Should you choose to keep your door unlocked you will not get a key and we, i will not be responsible should any harm or thievery come your way. You have your choise choose wise as some people  do  steal.  You will find some of you will be given helpful secret hints on how to lose or gain weight depending on how hard some of you work, like,  a bonus per say. Any questions“?

Weight gain can be a problem in older or seden...

Weight gain can be a problem in older or sedentary dogs, which in turn can lead to heart and joint problems. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

You start to think again this time you are thinking . . .Does anyone know we are here? Where is here? Six months? What did i get myself into? But the whistle blew and you all looked at the guy who was not a guy at all. Where did he go? Now  standing with the whistle is a really hot chick holding envelops telling you all the rules and what you will find in your rooms, like a stove and fridge and washing apparatuses, everything a home would need. She goes on to tell them when she arrived she weighed 226 pounds and very unhappy. That one day she found herself wishing she had all the time in the world to work on herself and nothing for anyone else and work on her body getting paid top-dollar to earn a living taking care of herself instead of everyone-else. Now she works here she chose to keep this job while others like her chose to do the job and leave.

English: A Canadian four dollar bill issued in...

English: A Canadian four dollar bill issued in 1882. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

This all sounds good but you still wonder who will miss me?  Six months? ,  And who are these other people, 25.00 dollars an hour?  Holy shit . . .When i get out i will be a rich-man, i will be a new-man. You open your envelope as she continues to talk. Lucky you, you were given a clue. This being the first eight-hour hardcore work out plan just for this day and any other day you choose to use again.  

You walk to the very nice cork-board finding your name timing in.

 I would tell you this secret but you are not in the club.

 Would you join this work force?

"Get fat on Lorings Fat-ten-u and corpula...

“Get fat on Lorings Fat-ten-u and corpula foods”; “Advertisement showing young woman with package of Loring’s Fat-Ten-U food tablets and package of Loring’s Corpula, a fat-producting food.” Color lithograph (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 Can you picture all that?

 

 

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HEALTHY SALADS

Is this Chicken salad healthy?

Healthy Chicken Salad

Healthy Chicken Salad

 

 

It was until this was added!

UNHEALTHY CHICKEN SALAD

UNHEALTHY CHICKEN SALAD

But i LOVE the Blue Cheese.

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THE POLITICS OF LIVING/QUESTION

A cartoon threatening that the KKK would lynch...

A cartoon threatening that the KKK would lynch carpetbaggers. Tuscaloosa, Alabama, Independent Monitor, 1868. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The Houses of Parliament are situated within t...

The Houses of Parliament are situated within the Palace of Westminster, in London. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

PS Political Science & Politics

PS Political Science & Politics (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Politics-something Lots of people don’t know the real meaning of, or use it as a topic of the day conversation with friends, these are the people who live in the world of politics and know nothing of  the beauty of life, to live free.  But i guess this goes for the both political and non-political way living life.  Meaning . . .The people who run your country run your life  anyway, living by way of their laws and rules and their ways of the economy and taxes and what they allow us to know what goes on in this world, but a Hermit, up in the mountains  lives free, until they  talk him down. 

  • Politics is something lots of people choose to block out of their lives. These people  are law-biding people living their lives knowing you have to pay to play the game.  These people understand there is NOTHING they can do to afford to fight against THEIR COUNTRY RUNNERS. These people know and understand that dabbing in the world of this cult of corrupt carpetbaggers can get you and your family killed, gone from the face of the earth.
  • Politics is the cause of lots of people to suffer the loss of their nations produce in the name of politics these people live each day mad at the world for allowing this to happen. These poor men . . .They live in a world of lost cause never enjoying each living day and the family and friends around them. They stay all alone blaming everybody else for the economy FORGETTING TO LIVE.

    This image depicts U.S. insurance health, life...

    This image depicts U.S. insurance health, life, property, and car insurance industry related political contributions from 1990 to 2010, using data from the Center for Responsive Politics (available here). (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

My Question is why is it that these rules still act like KINGS without castles where we bow down before them?   They are not KINGS  they are people paid to take care of  “ Nations and it’s people”.   Not make people to pay 4.00 dollars for a loaf of bread or hundreds of dollars for gas, oil, electricity, and thousands of dollars to live in a house. My question is . . .Are we really all EQUAL? Are things equal amongst men or just political beings. Man with money  versus man with farming-hoe.  Why is the farmer poor? It is he who tills the ground to feed us all. How does the man with the money own it all?

Question . . .Who was in charge of   “D-DAY “? In my case what was ” D-DAY “?

I’m ignorant of politics holding a blind eye, understanding there is NOTHING i can do except follow the law and pay the rule to play the game of life enjoying  the beautiful place this world is and the life living around me.  The rule makers are the rule beakers changing the law at will to allow them just cause,  as to what they just got away with using our hard-earned dollar like they were the kings of the world and we their slave, we the people . . .Good or bad,  live under politics taking our,  money to play their,  scheming  games against us.  Things like . . .[  To much improper medications are linked to DEATHS, killing innocent people,  seeking help from   HOSPITALS AND DOCTORS].  Why do our Rulers allow this in our health-system.  Do we not pay the proper amount of money to get safe health-care from our doctors?  Or is it the Money rulers of this world who command this source of consuming our dollar, And taxing it.

Who invented taxes anyway? Was it the carpetbagger‘s of the trade-world? or was it we want to buy your cheese but it will cost us money to go get it . . .So, hear is the deal . . .If you pay us to come and get it we will come and buy it from you.  Why? . . .Because when we get back here with it,  the big guy on the hill,  will make me pay him money to unload it, so he gets a cut and you, have to pay that as well. But don’t worry . . .When i sell each and everyone i also have to pay, but,  for everyone i sell!  Am i hit harder that you?  Yeah . . .Cause after all that,  i now have to pay a tax on the money,  i made with the sale. 

Question . . .Is it not we the people,  who in the end, end-up paying it all anyway?  Is this the politics of living, paying to play in the game of life?

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WEIGHT LOSS/WEIGHT GAIN

I Love great big men, more to hold onto and can’t run fast long, so they can’t get away. I Love big men, more power behind them, i Love strength in big men. Ride that cowboy, is what Nora said. But you will do . . .Because i Love you, even though you are thin.

Kind of creepy though, hugging bones. You need to learn how to eat proper and when to sit to gain weight. Even though you may have a fast burning metabolism, there are foods  that can help you put some pounds on, you need to ask your doctor

English: This is a side view of me at 190lbs t...

English: This is a side view of me at 190lbs to be used as the ‘after’ picture of weight gain. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I Love big men,   they Love to eat and i Love to cook,  they keep me warm at night  so we don’t need 20 blankets and this keeps the heat down.

130 POUND MAN     210 POUND MAN           MEN

English: Side view of me at 160lbs to be used ...

English: Side view of me at 160lbs to be used as the ‘before’ picture of weight gain. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Do  you like great big men or do you like them thin?

The weight of our bodies varies from tiny to large. Under weight  over weight.  How  do you see yourself.  Lean or fat, chunky or thin I like great big men.

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DON’T WAIT FOR LOVE LET LOVE COME TO YOU

So you are waiting for Love everywhere and you still can not find it . . .Ever ask yourself why? Is there even Love out there for me? How come i can’t get people to Love me? What is wrong with me! ? Do i BLAH BLAH too much, is my hair the wrong color? Is there something wrong  with my face? Is it because i don’t have ?/??, this question varies. [ I wouldn't have a clue as to what you may compare yourself to ].  But we all have something we all think is the cause for not FINDING LOVE. WE WAIT!oct nov 2011 (60)

Then forget to live life,  wasting time Looking for Love. Do you even Love yourself?  How do you like yourself?   Rather . . .Do you even like yourself?   There is your time wasted again . . .All that time you were going on about Love you could have been spending it on you! Learning to like who you are and what you can do and like to do.Thne while you were being you . . .Look at that, Love found you.

Step one . . .LEARNING TO GET ALONG WITH ALL OTHER PEOPLE

Step two . . .TAKE-UP A HOBBY OF ANYTHING YOU, ALWAYS WANTED TO DO

Step three . . .SEE YOUR PROJECT TO THE END NOT BEING A QUITTER/LOOSER/GIVER-UP-ER

Learn how to say “Hello” while you scratch the small of your back . . .That way they won’t want to shake your hand. And if that don’t work straighten your cloths.  But the whole idea is to strike-up a conversation, need a tree? By the straightening of the cloths . . .Well this actually gets you ALL SHOOK_UP, limber, relaxed, and so on . . .While   you are doing this dusting off and straightening cloths thing, you  are allowing yourself the time to thing of something to say or what to even say.  The whole time the person watching you is probably thinking you have lice or something there like that.   You at least gained the attention, hoping some how this will all turn into LOVE   Love you were,are,  waiting for.    Silly you, go paint a tree or shovel a hole for a tree, Build a bird-house  or row a boat. Don’t wait for Love, Let Love come to you. 6-30-2010 3;03;22 PM

Step one . . .MEET PEOPLE

Step two . . .YOU HAVE TO LEAVE THE HOUSE

Step three . . .REMEMBER WHO YOU ONCE WERE BE THAT AGAIN FIRST

DON’T WAIT FOR LOVE

There is a lot of people out there who are hurting-just like,  thousands,  of people wanting waiting for Love, but they go on, because they believe, they want to live life. These are the people who believe in maybe someday! And they do what they like to do in-between. This in-between is THE DISTRACTIONS in life calling to them to race across the world on a skateboard wearing nothing but a hammock! Or something there like that. Turns out  these people . . .Prefer to enjoy life and Love it nice, but it is not everything in the world that you could be doing besides waiting for Love. These people live a blast, happy everyday, this  basically tells you you are,  wasting your life, losing who you are turning into a nobody all by your own doing, cause you choose to wait for LOVE.

LET LOVE COME TO YOU

Like a brave knight move onto anything else you thought you would like to try!, Write a cook-book, ride a horse, give one of your rooms a face-lift, paint a cow or try. Find who you are and see if you like you, pay-attention to you, LOVE YOU first!   Have fun with things you thought you always wanted to do. LOVE WILL COME TO YOU, as you are being yourself.   As it turns out, there happens to be tons of people like you,  but you have to get out there, leave your house and do the things you like to do. , you will see many people doing what you are doing.  But you have to go to where the crowd is. But not to LOOK FOR LOVE! To have the best fun you can . . .All people see when any-one is having fun, people like to see fun!IMG_3799_01

So if you are a person waiting for LOVE . . .You are waiting for NOTHING/WASTING AWAY/LIFE-LESS/SAD/SHY/SELF-CONCOINIOUS/WISHING THEY WERE A KID AGAIN TO DO THINGS DIFFERENT/ ODD/IGNORANT OF THE VERY WORD LOVE/SELF-LOTH.

  • NO-BODY IN THE WHOLE WIDE  WORLD WANTS  TO love ANYONE LIKE THAT!  
  • PEOPLE LIKE TO lOVE PEOPLE WHO LIKE AND LOVE THEMSELVES
  • PEOPLE LOVE TO BE ACTIVE WITH OTHER PEOPLE
  • FIND YOURSELF AND BE YOU PEOPLE WILL COME TO YOU

YUCK I HATE ANY FORM OF WATING. And i hate it when i forget to unlock the ‘Caps Lock” button, but i move on because i believe in me/ not all the time . . . oct nov 2011 (111)

 

 

 

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