Well again I have checked profiles today, and is it me or does it seem like alot of the newbies seem to have the same pics and info on their sight, I swear I rated them last week and what they did not like their name or something made a new profile with the same stuff. Individuality is what makes the profile so unique, and me who loves the words of apersons soul enjoys these profiles, yet i am stumped at some of these profiles have the same words and pics. maybe it is just me. well thats my ranting for the month.........................
When the earth was still young and women still hadn’t received a place in the world, they adored the men they were with, and was even willing to do anything that was asked of them. Where did we go wrong in this big world, for now women dictate the life that all males lead, and males become a puppet in the society that values money, material wealth, and all domination of the female race.
I bash no race, or sex, thoughts that help me assure the life I am in. I mean no respect to others for the staements I put apon these pages. My thoughts help me evalute the life i am in.
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I would disagree with this statement. This woman never dictates men as she prefers to be the one dictated.
some in life may yet lately it seems the different to me.
Go bake me a cake! lol
I still do what my fiance tells me, as you well know.... men are puppets? My thought is if they let themselves be puppets, then yeah, that is true. I myself am entering a career in which males were thought to be dominant. I follow martial arts, and in the states, people believe that females can't fight, it's a man's sport. Well, in the time of the samurai, there were females, and there were wives who stayed at home who knew the arts so that they could defend their home. The states military hadn't let females in for a long time. Females just need a place in this word, to be valued.
For what is this chemical imbalance in my head or a defect of a insane immortal. For this thing never comes to light only when moods are set and my heart is broken, or scared of what I call my friends may be saying negative about me{ for friendship I hold very dear to me}. Then this thing lashes out with so much fury that the sane part of me cowers in the recess of my mind, tell the beast withdrawals into its door. Than the scared and good side of me has to pick up the pieces of the destruction which has been left behind. For I’m riddled with guilt, sickness fills my being and the hurt I have caused to others is so over whelming that death itself could not hinder the feeling within me.
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Hang in there honey~
In our closet we cringe
against that fiend
ever tearing us
away from sound friends
whispering convincingly
that you are,
and never will be
able to do more then
just collect the wreckage
in its wake..
never turning your back
away from the dark recesses
where it lurks
ignored in all the
artificial light
Part two
A spark of warrior
the flicker of fight
a victims demise
herald the survivor
sifting through wreckage
for hints at the beast
weakness and pattern
the hunted becomes
the Hunter..
Nice words dabbler
it is as i am, at times. there is no answer to this, really... it's simply who you are. I am sorry you must go through this type of coping technique, as I call it...
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Sinora
19:38 Jun 27 2008
lol...sometimes I think I'm hallucinating, keep seeing the same things.
DeirdreL
18:07 Aug 14 2008
no, it's not just you, it's really that way... i suppose they didn't have their own pictures, so they all end up at this same website where they find the pictures...