Dear ConsumerDear Consumer,In regards to the productthat has come into your possession,we have sent this letter to warn you aboutthe defects and dangersof having it.We warn you aboutrandom outbursts,extreme paranoia,slight obsession issues,and doubts that you really love it;It is all normal.It is slightly violentfrom years of experimentation.Rather spiteful,so be careful what you do.Jealous,So be aware that flirting with others is a bad idea.And very insecure,So you might have to talk to it more than you like.Thank you for consideringThe following warningIf you are not completely satisfied,Send it backAnd we will get back to you whenWe create a more perfect model.RememberWe are working to make youThe more perfect girl.
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A bedtime storyMommy, tell me a bedtime story.No dear, Im busy.Please Mommy? Please?Fine, but listen closely, you are only getting this one.Okay Mommy.The large figure settles on the young ones bed, pulling her child into her lap.Once there was a little girl
.A girl? Just a girl Mommy?Shush, yes just a girl Honey. Now if you want me to tell you a story you need to be quiet.Sorry Mommy.Once there was a little girl,Whose hair fell down in many curls.She was daughter of a queen and king,And was the prettiest thing to be seen,And everyone loved her.Once there was a silly young pup,Who adored the little girl butHe was a child of the moon,Who was to mature soon,And everyone disliked him.On the night of her birthdayThe silly young pup stole awayAnd gazing up at her windowHe spoke in a lovers lingoBecause no one loved her like he did.She heard him a
LifeMuch of lifeto our delightis simple lessonsof wrong and right.And I laughAs I seeHow much of thishas evaded me.
The Goldfish Prince He proposed to me Kin
he proposed to me
a young woman paced back on forth on the wooden floor, only stopping once to look in on the little goldfish to whom she was directing her speech. And what is worse is that even though I told him that I needed a lot of time to think it over the first time he asked, he just wont leave it alone. He knows that this is a big decision for me, especially when I have such a bright future, such huge opportunity to be what I want
. She sighed looking at what normally was an apathetic fish swimming around in a bowl, but tonight something seemed different. Two big eyes were focused directly on her.What I like the least I suppose
she sighed, kneeling next to the end table and leaning close to the glass, looking in sadly, Is that he wants to take all these opportunities away. He wants me to give up being a singer, he wants me to give up all the business and fame
How to Love Blindly1/22/10 8:29 PMThey say love is blind. She knew that saying, she was a writer.What she hadn't known though, is that that phrase had more than one meaning.She was happy she lived where she did. No one cared that she ended up loving who she did. No one cared that she loved a girl. They just smiled for her and congratulated her, her friends asked to meet her. Things went happily. She thought she was set.Her friends still loved her, even though she wasn't like them and she liked a girl. Her family still loved her, even though she went against all their customs. Her girlfriend loved her, even though she was the oddball. She was loved, and she was loved blindly.Or so she thought.What do you do when someone tells you they have lied to you?She didn't know what to do.But she only blamed herself.She had accepted her; she had accepted loving her even though she knew. She had expected it really. So how could she have continued loving that girl so blindly? Thinking that she had loved her b
star lightStar lightstar brightreflects in your eyes tonightI wish I mayI wish I mightbe the girl you want for life.
My Bag of Many WordsI left it on the counter with a half used pen and old notebook.When I came home, it was simply gone.Someone stole my bag, my bag of many words.Not that I could speak; they were never truly mine.I havent had an original thought, since I dont know when.I borrowed my inspiration from another; my muse lived in another town.I took a decorated word from here, a lovely concept from there.I am a burglar, a burglar of your words.Now fate has played a silly game, and you have stole them back.
Sincerely, RuthMy story is not yet over,I am still here todayin other people who cross your way -do you see me?I am the widow who's lost everything.I am the foreigner - different and strange.I am the immigrant in a strange new world.I am the refugee, left homeless suddenly.I am the mourning one, uncomforted.I am your neighbour,waiting for your love,wanting to be your friend.Will you, like Boas, welcome me,invite me, accept me, help me?Will you meet me with words of love,of blessing,and be a neighbour to me?I wantyour land to be my land -will you help me?
I Surrender AllI surrender all - the clothes I wear, the food I eat, in-between treats, my money, my time, the things I learn, the books I read, my studies, my friends, my family, my house and home, my conversations, what I buy, what I give, all I receive -all to Thee, my blessed Saviour,I surrender all.I surrender all - my hopes and dreams, the future ahead, my first kiss, any husband or children I might have, or spinsterhood and singleness, joys and frustrations, travel destinations, comfort and cleanliness, image and face, culture and habits, all my possessions, my prayers, my wishes, desires and secrets -all to Thee, my blessed S
Not so differentNOT SO DIFFERENTWhite Power, Black PowerSame shit, different colorsYou only see things two waysOne wrong, One rightLast time I checkedThe world cannot be seen in only black and whiteYou think you’re so strongHiding behind the curtainYou say you’re in controlI’m not that certainAll you seem to desire is ripping open old woundsBut you’re only hurting yourselves and acting like foolsHate-mongersFinger pointersDividing a nationFor future generationsYou want to push the tension to the brinkBut you won’t let other people think?!Just listen to their voiceTheir hearts and minds are not to be toyedWhy don’t you genuinely try and make amendsInstead of fueling rotten corruption on both endsThis is not a matter of fate. Both sides chose to drink from the cauldron of hatePlease stop engaging in these hateful campaigns before it’s too lateStop judging others by the color of their skinIf you want to know someone, you have to look wit
Pumpkin eaterPeter peterpumpkin eaterhad a wife and couldn't keep herso he tried a guy insteadnow he's much happier while in bed;D