Call the doctor 'cause
I am sick in Love
and i can't Help it.
Baby,Im worried bout my mental state
Dont know if i'll recuperate
Think it's serious, Gone from Bad to Worse
Wednesday, September 28, 2005
Anger
Emotions sometimes cause us to become angry at a situation. Our mind causes us to become angry with others and release our despair.
You always find a way to keep me right here waiting You always find the words to say to keep me right here waiting and if you chose to walk away i'd still be right here waiting Searching for the things to say to keep you right here waiting...
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Once upon a midnight dreary,while i pondered weak and weary, fingers cramped and vision bleary, systems manuals piled high and wasted paper on the floor, Longing for the warmth of bedsheets, still i sat there, doing spreadsheets: Having reached the bottom line, i took a floppy from the drawer. Typing with a steady hand, I then invoked the SAVE command but got instead a reprimand: it read "Abort, Retry, Ignore".
"What is this?" i barely muttered, "what is this message you have uttered, Uttered as my floppy fluttered, fluttered locked inside your door?" But there came no soothing voices helping me among these choices, with these unfamiliar choices, just the cursor's either/or just the cursor blinking, blinking for my choice of either/or from "Abort, Retry, Ignore."
With my fingers pale and trembling, slowly toward the keyboard bending, lomging for a happy ending, hoping all would be restored, praying for some guarantee finally i pressed a key-- But on the screen what did i see? Again: "Abort, Retry, Ignore"
I tried to catch the chips off guard i pressed again, but twice as hard. Luck was just not in the cards, i saw what i had seen before. Now i typed in desperation, trying random combinations. Still there came the incantation- Choose: "abort, Retry, Ignore.
There i sat, distraught, exhausted, by my own machine accosted; Getting up, i turned away and paced across the office floor. And then i saw an awful sight, a bold and blinding flash of light, A lightning bolt that cut the night and shook me to my very core. The PC screen collapsed and died, "oh No--my database", I cried. I thought i heard a voice reply, "you'll see your data--Nevermore!"
Listen, dear friends, and i'll tell you a lie," The soul is immortal, and cannot die."Now this is the way that the lie was begun,That's believed by most men that live under the sun.In eden god planted a garden fair,and there he placed the first human pair.To dress it and keep it and make it their home,throughout the whole land they had privilege to roam.in the midst of the garden of eden stood,the tree of the knowledge of evil and good.God said, "If you eatest of this certain tree,surely your lives i'll require of thee."But satan, that serpent, was lurking there,Intent on deceiveing the first human pair,"Though shalt not surely die", said the father of lies,"eat of the tree; it shall make thee wise."So they ate of the tree and jehova said,'by the sweat of thy face, shalt though eat thy bread.'"Thistles and thorns shall the earth yield for thee,because thou didst eat of the certain tree."but to satan the serpent, Jehova said,the seed of the woman shall crush thy head.thus also the doom of the father of lies,was first made known in paradise.Nine hundred and thirty were the years of his life,who disobeyed god just to please his dear wife.But a thousand years is to god but a day,so god in that day adams life took away.A precious god gave to man through old faithful abrahamsaying, 'thou the whole world is by satan oppressed,thru thee and thy seed shall all nations be blessed.'the whole human race is under the curse;it's the sentence of death but nothing worse.In the fulness of time god sent his dear son,to redeem the whole world from the wicked one.He who was rich for our sakes became poor,that we thru his blood, might have life evermore.Men scorned and reviled him,and put him to shame,but now he has honor o'ver every name.He is calling a people to be his dear wife,and they with the lord to the world will give life.These are already wearing their white wedding dress,called the robe of christs righteousness.We must keep the robe free from all wrinkle or stain,thru the merit of the blood, of the lamb that was slain,Mens hearts are fast failing for dread and for fear,of the great time of trouble that soon will be here.Throughout the whole world are the nations distressed,they know not that soon shall all nations be blessed-For soon the desire of all nations shall come,They shall learn war no more, for gods will shall be done.When the very last one of the bride has been sealed,then god's holy arm shall to all be revealed.The glory of god shall fill the whole earth,sorrow and sighing shall give place to mirth.No evil, No sickness, No sin shall be found,for a thousand years shall satan be bound.But when christ's reign o'ver the world has ceased,then old satan, shall be released.He shall try everyone to determine if they shall be loyal to god, orsatan obey.Those ho are loyal to their father in heaven,shall eternal life on this planet be given.But if for their leader they satan shall choose,surely forever they their life rights shall lose.Yes, satan and all those against god rebel,shall be turned into the "bible hell".Thanks be to god that we have learned,that hell's not a place where people are burned.For god is to loving and kind and just,to torture his creatures that he made of the dust.But all of the wicked will god destroy,and the righteous eternall life shall enjoy. Written by: Milton Moyer
Mark but this flea, and mark in this how little that which thou deny't me is; It sucked me first, and now sucks thee, and in this flea our two bloods mingled be;
Thou know'st that this cannot be said a sin, nor shame, nor loss of maidenhead; Yet this enjoys before it woo and pampered swells with one blood made of two, and this, alas is more than we would do.
Oh stay, three lives in one flee spare, where we almost, yea, more than married are. This flea is You andI, and this our marriage bed and marriage temple is; Though parents grudge, and you, we are met and clostered in these living walls of jet. Though use make you apt to kill me, Let not to that, Self-murder added be, and sacrilege, three sins in killing thee.
Cruel and sudden, hast though since purpled thy nail in blood of innocence? wherein could this flea guilty be, Except in that drop which it sucked from thee? Yet though triumph'st and say'st that though Find'st not thyself, nor me the weaker now. 'Tis true. Then learn how false fears be: Just so much honor, when though yield'st to me, Will waste, as this fleas death took life from thee.
OrNerYbOy By: MicHaeL LaLonDe Meet orneryboy. A comic about a guy with mood swings and a bad temper with a perky lover of life girlfriend dirtygirl whos messiness always seems to aggravate her boyfriend. Not to mention her always trying to drag him away from the dark side. Also meet their not so ordinary pet brian who dirtygirl took in after he came up out of the ground one day.Their only problem? He is undead and eats human flesh.