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Quote: "i've got some chlorophorm and handcuffs just for you!"
New News: 3/27/09 - ok so i am back, and i didn't move after all... long story short... my father screwed me over... AGAIN! any way... I AM BACK!!!!
Вы оставили меня в полном одиночестве
"Be very careful if you make a woman cry, because God counts her tears. The woman came out of a man's rib. Not from his feet to be walked on. Not from his head to be superior, but from the side to be equal, under the arm to be protected, and next to the heart to be loved." - Hebrew Talmud
“Laugh you butterfly that dances in the mud.
Laugh you piece of dental floss,
You burn me toast!
Laugh you pig that flies in the sky,
With rainbow Twinkie fluid,
And 3 liters of high octane petrol!”
- Tank Girl
Things I love:
1. Love
2. My Family… sometimes
3. My dog
4. Thunderstorms
5. The Pacific Ocean
6. The Moon
7. Wolves
8. Tattoos… (Addicted to the pain!)
9. Harley Davidson’s
10. Old Fashioned Romance
11. the naked female body (we are so gorgeous!)
Things I hate:
1. Medical Needles
2. Heartache/Heartbreak
3. Working
4. Racism
5. Religious Fanatics that wish to “Save” everyone!!!
6. Drugs… (the illegal ones, not prescription ones…)
7. Plastic People… Artificial… Materialistic… Girls Mostly…
8. Bills
9. Spiders
10. Roaches!!!
11. my step mother
Things i feel strongly about!
*still adding to*
if you dissagree with my beliefs that is ok you are entitled to your own opinions, but i ask you please do not bash them in your comments or messages to me... show respect to me and i will return it unto you, but show dissrespect and suffer my wrath! thank you!
LGBT RIGHTS: VERY PRO
(LGBT = Lesbian Gay Bisexual Transgender)
"We're here. We're queer. Get used to it"
YES I AM by Sherri Golden
Come and take a trip with me,
a journey into my world...
See the beauty and splendor that I see
Uninhibited by stereotypes, free your mind and come along
Barriers are only created by fear
and I am unafraid...
Bathe in the radiance of me
and become more than you are
Look a little deeper
and you'll see we're not so different
Share with me a vision of unity and peace,
unencumbered by society's aversion to non-conformity
Experience a vaster world through my eyes...
take my hand, for we are one and the same
Shun me not,
for I hold the key to liberation...
Come along on this voyage of enlightenment;
acceptance will set you free
Lifestyles - A Difference Of Opinion by GoldenEagle
Some would shun me, and have,
For my lifestyle choice...
To love another woman is taboo
In the eyes of many, if not most.
But are their judgements valid
When they just don’t know,
Don’t understand, or even care to try?
They pass judgement with their eyes,
Heart closed, mind set in their ways.
Always following what society deems right,
Listening to the church, friends, and family,
But never searching within themselves,
Never choosing for themselves.
If they did look inside, what would they find?
If they stopped listening to everyone else,
And began listening to their own hearts,
How much would their thoughts and ideas change?
Before you judge me - try walking in my shoes...
I’ve known love with a man,
But not unconditional, non-judgmental love.
I’ve only found true love and true passion
In the arms and heart of another woman.
Only with a woman have I found respect,
Honesty, dignity, and a generous spirit.
With a man it was always give and take,
A constant power struggle,
Using force and strength to take -
And me always giving..
Yet with a woman, it has always been
Sharing, equality, and gentleness beyond words.
Just as much pleasure in the giving
As in the receiving, if not more.
I’ve known good men in my life.
But none have ever touched me
Emotionally, spiritually, and physically
The way another woman has.
I’ve made my choice from experience,
From following my heart,
Listening to it alone.
And knowing that I’ve found my soul mate -
Even if society says it can’t be right.
I’ve walked both paths,
Experienced both sides of the road.
Have you?
Don’t judge me for what you don’t understand.
Don’t say I’m wrong or evil
When you yourself have only walked one path,
Lived and loved in only one way.
At least meet me half way -
With one simple idea.....
That what may be good for you,
May not be good for me.
And what may be good for me,
May not be good for you.
But neither way is wrong,
As long as there is love.
CHILD ABUSE: VERY ANTI
Physical, Verbal, Emotional, Sexual = NOT OK!!!
LISTEN TO THE WORDS OF A CHILD by Cindy Pike Dunning
Teddy, I've been bad again
My mommy told me so;
I'm not quite sure what I did wrong
But I thought you might know.
When I woke this morning
I knew that she was mad
Cause she was crying awful hard,
And yelling at my dad.
I tried my best to be real good
And do just what she said
I cleaned my room all by myself,
I even made my bed.
But I spilled milk on my good shirt,
When she yelled at me to hurry
And I guess she didn't hear me,
When I told her I was sorry
Cause she hit me awful hard, you see,
And called me funny names;
And told me I was really bad
And I should be ashamed.
When I said "I love you Mommy",
I guess she didn't understand;
Cause she yelled at me to shut my mouth,
Or I'd get smacked again
So, I came up here to talk to you
Please tell me what to do
Cause I really love my mommy,
And I know she loves me, too
And I don't think my mommy means,
To hit quite so hard;
I guess sometimes, grown ups forget
How big they really are
So Teddy, I wish you were real
And you weren't just a bear
Then you could help me find a way
To tell mommies everywhere
To please try to understand
How sad it makes us feel;
Cause the outside pain soon goes a way,
But the inside never heals
And if we could make them listen,
Maybe the'd understand;
So other children just like me
Wouldn't have to hurt again
But, for now, I guess I'll hold you tight,
And pretend the pain's not there.
I know you'd never hurt me,
So goodnight, Teddy Bear...
BROKEN CHILDREN ARE HARD TO MEND by Unknown
For children who were broken
It is very hard to mend...
Our pain was rarely spoken
and we hid the truth from our friends.
Our parents said they loved us,
but they didn't act that way.
They broke our hearts
and stole our worth,
with the things they would say.
We wanted them to love us,
We didn't know what we did
to make them yell at us
and wish we weren't their kid.
They'd beat us up and scream at us
and blame us for their lives.
Then they'd hold us close inside their arms
and tell us confusing lies
of how they really loved us-
even though we were BAD,
and how is was OUR fault they hit us,
OUR fault that they were mad.
When days were just beginning
we sometimes prayed for them to end,
and when the pain kept coming,
we learned to just pretend
that we were good
and so were they
and this was just
one of those days...
tomorrow we'd be friends.
We had to believe it so.
We had nowhere else to go.
Each day that we pretended,
we replaced reality
with lies, or dreams,
or angry schemes,
in search of dignity...
until our lies
got bigger than the truth,
and we had no one real to be.
Our bodies were forsaken.
With no safe place to hide,
we learned to stop
hearing and feeling
what they did to our outsides.
We tried to make them love us,
till we hated ourselves instead,
and couldn't see a way out,
and wished that they were dead.
We scared ourselves by thinking that,
and scared ourselves to know,
that we were acting just like them
and might ever more be so.
To be half the size of a grown-up
and trapped inside their pain...
To every day lose everything
with no saviour or refrain...
To wonder how it is possible
that god could so forget
the worthy child you knew you were,
when you had not been damaged yet...
To figure on your fingers
that the years till you'd be grown
enough to leave the torment
and survive away from home,
were more than you could count to,
or more than you could bear,
was the reality we lived in
and we knew it wasn't fair.
We who grew up broken
are somewhat out of time,
struggling to mend our childhood,
when our peers are in their prime.
Where others find love
and contentment,
we still often have to strive
to remember we are worthy,
and heroes just to be alive.
Some of us are healing,
some are stealing.
Most are passing the anger on.
Some give their lives away to drugs,
or the promise of lfe beyond.
Some still hide from society.
Some struggle to belong.
But all of us wishing
the past would not hold on so long.
There's alot of digging down to do
to find the child within,
to love away the ugly pain
and feel innocence again.
There is forgiveness worthy of angels wings
for remembering those at all,
who abused our sacred childhood
and programmed us to fall.
To seek to understand them,
and how their pain became our own,
is to risk the ground we stand on
to climb the mountain home.
The journey is not so lonely
as in the past it's been...
More of us are strong enough
to let the growth begin.
But while we're trekking up the mountain
we need everything we've got,
to face the adults we have become, and all that we are not.
So when you see us weary
from the day's internal climb...
When we find fault with your best efforts,
or treat imperfection as purposeful crime...
When yu see our quick defenses,
our efforts to control,
our readiness to form a plan
of unrealistic goals...
When we run into a conflict
and fight to the bitter end,
remember...
We think that winning means
we won't be hurt again.
When we abandon OUR thoughts
and feelings, to be what we believe YOU
want us to be,
or look at trouble we're having,
and want to blame it all on you...
When life calls for new beginnings,
and we fear they're doomed to end,
remember...
Wounded trust is like a wounded knee-
it is very hard to bend.
Please remember this when we are out of sorts, Tell us the truth, and be our friend.
For children who were broken...
it is very hard to mend.
ANIMAL CREULTY: VERY ANTI
VOICE OF THE VOICELESS By Ella Wheeler Wilcox
So many gods, so many creeds,
So Many paths that wind and wind,
While just the art of being kind
Is all the sad world needs.
I am the voice of the voiceless:
Through me, the dumb shall speak;
Till the Deaf world’s ear be made to hear
The cry of the wordless weak.
From street, from cage and from kennel,
From jungle and stall, the wail
Of my tortured kin proclaims the sin
Of the mighty against the frail
For love is the true religion,
And love is the law sublime;
And all is wrought, where love is not
Will die at the touch of time.
Oh shame on the mothers of mortals
Who have not stopped to teach
Of the sorrow that lies in dear, dumb eyes,
The sorrow that has no speech.
The same Power formed the sparrow
That fashioned man-the King;
The God of the whole gave a living soul
To furred and to feathered thing.
And I am my brother’s keeper,
And I will fight his fight;
And speak the word for beast and bird
Till the world shall set things right.
A Dog's Prayer By Beth Norman Harris
Treat me kindly, my beloved master, for no heart in all the world is more grateful for kindness than the loving heart of me.
Do not break my spirit with a stick, for though I should lick your hand between the blows, your patience and understanding will more quickly teach me the things you would have me do.
Speak to me often, for your voice is the world's sweetest music, as you must know by the fierce wagging of my tail when your footsteps falls upon my waiting ear.
When it is cold and wet, please take me inside, for I am now a domesticated animal, no longer used to bitter elements.
And I ask no greater glory than the privilege of sitting at your feet beside the hearth.
Though had you no home, I would rather follow you through ice and snow than rest upon the softest pillow in the warmest home in all the land, for you are my god and I am your devoted worshiper.
Keep my pan filled with fresh water, for although I should not reproach you were it dry, I cannot tell you when I suffer thirst.
Feed me clean food, that I may stay well, to romp and play and do your bidding, to walk by your side, and stand ready, willing and able to protect you with my life should your life be in danger.
And, beloved master, should the great Master see fit to deprive me of my health or sight, do not turn me away from you.
Rather hold me gently in your arms as skilled hands grant me the merciful boon of eternal rest -- and I will leave you knowing with the last breath I drew, my fate was ever safest in your hands.
A WOLF'S PLEA
As I walk alone into the night,
Scared and lonely with no more fight.
I try to think of what is was that made them hate me so,
Somebody out there please hear my cries,
I'm tired and lonely. I don't want to die.
I am lost and wondering with no place left to go,
My loved ones were taken down below.
The shadows of wings came flying over above,
I had turned my head to see nothing but blood.
Nothing for me to do but run,
Oh, how they had taken the ones I love.
I hide behind a tree,
Hoping they won't see me.
Trying to catch my breath,
All I hear is death.
Why have they forsaken me,
Taking our souls and our dignity.
I run away as far as I can,
Knowing tomorrow there will be Wings landing again.
So if you hear my cries across the skies,
Please ask them for me. Why?
And when they look at you with a grin,
With an answer that makes no sence.
Please tell them for me,
That I now too have wings to fly.
SUPPORT OUR TROOPS
(even if you oppose the war... Support our Troops)
To all those on & off VR i wish to thank you and show my utmost appreciation for you & what you do! you make it so that i can do what i love in this great country of ours!!! and eventhough i may not agree with the wars we fight i will always be a strong supporter of you, the troops!!!
All my love & gratitude!!
My Best friend/Brother/Soulmate: Shaun - US ARMY
FAVORITES:
Day of the year: Halloween
Day of the week: Friday (Payday)
Food: Italian & Japanese
Actor: Vin Diesel & Gerard Butler
Actress: Angelina Jolie & Mila Jovavich
Season: Winter
Restaurant: Sushi Wok… Aliso Viejo, CA
Flower: Black Rose… (not actually black, but rather a dark red or purple)
Drink: Sprite
Alcoholic Drink: Vodka
”Wild” Animal: Wolf or Albino Burmese Python
Domestic Animal: Black & White Siberian Husky
Card Game: Skip Bo
Movie: Phantom of the Opera
Band: ALICE COOPER!!!!
Song: I will always love “Stupid Girl” by Cold
Genre of Books: Dark Romance
Color: Crimson
Quote: *see above*
Board Game: Clue
Video Game: Oblivion
Artist: Luis Royo
Bands:
Alice Cooper, Five finger death punch, Egypt central, Evanescence, Nine Inch Nails, Rob Zombie , Tool, Rammstein, Staind, Puddle of Mud, Metallica, OZZY, Crossfade, System of a Down, Saving Abel, Hurt, Seether, Breaking Benjamin, Korn, Three Days Grace, Shinedown…Kenny Chesney (I know… Random country singer… but he reminds me of my best friend!)… and more
Movies:
Phantom of the Opera, The Crow, Young Frankenstein, Nightmare Before Christmas, the Fifth Element, The Craft, Donnie Darko, Edward Scissorhands, Saw (all), Sleepy Hollow, The Exorcist (all), The Omen, House On Haunted Hill, Dracula, Interview with the vampire, Queen of the Damned, The Holiday, Tales from the Crypt (almost all), The Goonies… and more...
Tv Shows:
INVADER ZIM!!!!! Charmed, Supernatural, Gilmore Girls (It reminds me of me and my mommy), CSI (las vegas ONLY!!), New Amsterdam, Moonlight, Southpark, Family Guy… and others
Authors:
JR Ward, Susan Sizemore, Earnest Hemmingway, Dean Koontz, Stephen King, Bram Stocker… and more
Books/Series:
Black Dagger Brotherhood (JR Ward), Trilogy of the Fallen (Greg Stoltz), Bram Stocker’s Dracula, Farewell to Arms (Hemmingway)… and more
THE WAY I RATE:
I give 1s, 5s or 10s… nothing else
YOU GET A 1
If you have nothing… you page is blank… void of all text and pics
YOU GET A 5
If you only have a few sentences, and no pictures
YOU GET A 10
If you have a good bit of info, and pics!
IF YOU DO NOT LIKE THE WAY I RATE… CHANGE YOUR PAGE!!!
I love to re-rate, so if you didn’t like what I gave you, then update, and tell me… and I will re-rate you!
THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA
My favorite move of all time!!!!
I always forget how much I truly love this story until I watch it again! I love the phantom… and if I were Christine I would have stayed and loved the phantom, not that dumb pretty boy!!! His face would not make me love him any less.. I love his heart & his soul!!! He is my perfect guy (other than the physical features) he is romantic, and dark , and just sooooo passionate!
To me this is true romance captured in a photo:
(I love the Phantom of the Opera!!! If I were Christine I would have stayed with the phantom!!!)
Now if he had long dark hair and fangs… and was “well endowed”… He would be perfect in everyway!!!
I LOVE COMIC BOOK WOMEN!!!
(they are drawn so voluptuously)
MY FAVORITE ARTIST
Harley Quinn
Poison Ivy
I love the moon!!!
I dunno why exactly, but I have always loved the moon. If I have a bad day I can look up into the sky, see the moon, and know that everything is/will be ok. It calms me, and energizes me.
PROTECTORS
A great friend, and protector (too bad you live so far away)!!!
Coven protectors
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