StrokeraceThe Caucasion Sensastion's blog: "greatness is in the attitude"

THANKS TO GOD I pray that this will bless you as it blessed me. Hello God, I called tonight To talk a little while I need a friend who'll listen To my anxiety and trial. You see, I can't quite make it Through a day just on my own... I need your love to guide me, So I'll never feel alone. I want to ask you please to keep My family safe and sound. Come and fill their lives with confidence For whatever fate they're bound. Give me faith, dear God, to face Each hour throughout the day, And not to worry over things I can't change in any way. I thank you God for being home And listening to my call, For giving me such good advice When I stumble and fall. Your number, God, is the only one That answers every time. I never get a busy signal, Never had to pay a dime. So thank you, God, for listening To my troubles and my sorrow. Good night, God, I love You too, And I'll call again tomorrow!

I PUT THIS HELMET, GLOVES AND BOOTS ON EVERYDAY SO I CAN GO KICK SOME ASS.THEN WHEN WE GET TO THE TRACK I HAVE TO PUT ANOTHER HELMET,GLOVES,AND THESE QUEER LOOKING SO CALLED PITT SHOES ON. All this so called equipment required is FOR YOUR OWN PROTECTION.I ride a bike everyday and i would rather have my bandana on my head than a fucking helmet.The gloves are necessary because if you have a big bumble bee hit you there theres no other pain like it.{except for you mothers theres no comparison}The boots are very important to your feet they are what makes you stand and you always have to stand for what you believe in. what i dont understand is why theres no protection for the heart,im not being negative but if you have ever been hit in the chest by a lugnut it will take the breath out of you.A spinning tire backed by 730 horses they tend to fly.ive been hit dead in the squash by the jackman many times but i will take the shot in the head alot better then one in the chest. theres a moral to the story but it is a difficult one to describe.I think my point of all the bs is you always protect your chest harder than you protect your head.if you have a head wound you can still react but a chest wound is fatal.

nice guys do finish last "To all the girls who look past the nice guys" I'm sorry that i bought you roses to tell you that i like you I'm sorry That I was raised with respect not to sleep with you when you were drunk I'm sorry That my body's not ripped enough to "satisfy" your wants I'm sorry that I open your car door, and pull out your chair like I was raised I'm sorry That I'm not cute enough to be "your guy" I'm sorry That I am actually nice; not an arsehole I'm sorry I don't have a huge bank account to buy you expensive things I'm sorry I like to spend quality nights at home cuddling with you, instead of at a club I'm sorry I would rather make love to you then just f**k you like some random guy. I'm sorry That I am always the one you need to talk to, but never good enough to date I'm sorry That I always held your hair back when you threw up,and didn't get mad at you for puking in my car, but when we went out you went home with another guy I'm sorry That I am there to pick you up at 4am when your new man hit you and dropped you off in the middle of nowhere, but not good enough to listen to me when I need a friend I'm sorry If I start not being there, and being used as a door mat, only to be thrown to the side when the new arsehole comes around I'm sorry If I don't answer my phone anymore when you call, to listen to you cry for hours, instead of getting a couple hours of sleep before work I'm sorry that you can't realise.. I've been the one all along. I'm sorry If you read this and know somebody like this but don't care But most of all I'm sorry For not being sorry anymore I'm sorry That you can't accept me for who I am I'm sorry I cant ever do anything right, and nothing that I do is good enough to make it in your world. I'm sorry I caught your bf with another girl and told you about it, I thought that was what friends were for... I'm sorry That I told you I loved you and actually meant it. I'm sorry That I talked to you for nine hours on Thanksgiving when your bf was threatening you instead of spending time with my family. I'm Sorry.. That i cared I'm sorry that I listen to you at night talk about how you wish you could have done something different. Ladies always bitch and bitch to their friends that there is never any good guys out there, and they always end up with assholes who mistreat them. Well ladies next time you're bitching, maybe look up to see who you're bitching to, maybe that special someone is right there hanging on your every word as usual, screaming in his head "Why won't you give me a chance?" Because the person you are usually searching for is right by you. If you're a guy and you agree with this letter, repost as "I'm sorry " If You're one of the few girls with enough balls to repost, and you would never make your guy feel this way, repost as "To all the girls who look past the nice guys"

Gold Wrapping Paper I received this from a friend who had a choice to make. It said that I had a choice to make too. I've chosen. Now it's your turn to choose. The story goes that some time ago a mother punished her five year old daughter for wasting a roll of expensive gold wrapping paper. Money was tight and she became even more upset when the child used the gold paper to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree. Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift box to her mother the next morning and then said, "This is for you, Momma." The mother was embarrassed by her earlier over reaction, but her anger flared again when she opened the box and found it was empty. She spoke to her daughter in a harsh manner. "Don't you know, young lady, when you give someone a present there's supposed to be something inside the package?" She had tears in her eyes and said, "Oh, Momma, it's not empty! I blew kisses into it until it was full." The mother was crushed. She fell on her knees and put her arms around her little girl, and she begged her forgiveness for her thoughtless anger. An accident took the life of the child only a short time later, and it is told that the mother kept that gold box by her bed for all the years of her life. Whenever she was discouraged or faced difficult problems she would open the box and take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had put it there. In a very real sense, each of us, as human beings, have been given a Golden box filled with unconditional love and kisses from our children, family, friends and GOD. There is no more precious possession anyone could hold. You now have two choices: 1. Pass this on to your friends, or 2. Delete it and act like it didn't touch your heart. As you can see, I took choice No. 1. Friends are like angels who lift us to our feet, when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly. If you receive this more than once in return just know that your friends have also thought of you.

Why, Why, Why do we press harder on a remote control when we know the batteries are getting dead? Why do banks charge a fee on "insufficient funds" when they know there is not enough money? Why does someone believe you when you say there are four billion stars, but check when you say the paint is wet? Why doesn't glue stick to the bottle? Why do they use sterilized needles for death by lethal injection? Why doesn't Tarzan have a beard? Why does Superman stop bullets with his chest, but ducks when you throw a revolver at him? Why do Kamikaze pilots wear helmets? Whose idea was it to put an "S" in the word "lisp"? If people evolved from apes, why are there still apes? Why is it that no matter what color bubble bath you use the bubbles are always white? Is there ever a day that mattresses are not on sale? Why do people constantly return to the refrigerator with hopes that something new to eat will have materialized? Why do people keep running over a string a dozen times with their vacuum cleaner, then reach down, pick it up, examine it, then put it down to give the vacuum one more chance? Why is it that no plastic bag will open from the end on your first try? How do those dead bugs get into those enclosed light fixtures? When we are in the supermarket and someone rams our ankle with a shopping cart then apologizes for doing so, why do we say, "It's all right?" Well, it isn't all right, so why don't we say, "That hurt, you stupid idiot?" Why is it that whenever you attempt to catch something that's falling off the table you always manage to knock something else over? In winter why do we try to keep the house as warm as it was in summer when we complained about the heat? How come you never hear father-in-law jokes? And my FAVORITE...... The statistics on sanity are that one out of every four persons is suffering from some sort of mental illness. Think of your three best friends -- if they're okay, then it's you. -- Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn't do than by the ones you did. So throw off the bowlines, sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Mark Twain

"what a kiss means" Besos.... Body: what a kiss means:: *kiss on the belly-----"lets have sex" *Kiss on the Forehead ----"Forever you will be mine" *Kiss on the Ear ---"I'm horny" *Kiss on the Cheek ---"We're friends" *Kiss on the Hand ---"I adore you" *Kiss on the Neck ---"We belong together" *Kiss on the Shoulder ---"I want you" *Kiss on the Lips ---"I love you" OR "I want you" *Holding Hands ---"We can learn to love each other" *A wink ---"Let's get it on" *Slap on the Butt ---"That's mine" *Playing with the Ear ---"I can't live without you" *Holding on tight ---"Don't let go" *Looking into each other's Eyes ---"Don't let go" *Playing with Hair on Head ---"Tell me you love me" *Arms around the Waist ---"I love you too much to let go" *Laughing while Kissing ---"I am completley Comfortable with you" --Advice-- *If your kissing someone, close your eyes. It's not nice to stare. *If you were thinking about someone while reading this, you're definitely in Love.

DUMBO IS A GREAT LITTLE ELEPHANT,I ALWAYS HAD A LOT OF RESPECT FOR HIM AND THAT LITTLE MOUSE.Hear you have a runt of an elephant that had so much talent shoved in him,for whatever reason but was scared to death.And then comes that magic feather and solves all his problems. Im not gonna sit here and compare myself to an elephant,that would just sound plain queer.Why couldnt he be a runt dragon with a magic harley,then at least i would sound cool. i used to run my cars back home at a dragstrip, if you couldnt get that monster shut down your going of a cliff.A buddy of mines dad had a hot little pro stock mustang, that car was the first car i saw do a wheelstand.My buddies dad was diognosed with cancer about 3 weeks before this event.Anyway he lined up to the christmas tree,it hit green and he stood that mustang up at a 90 degree angle,i swear you could hear the chassis crack,he ran like a 5.60 ET.I stood at the fence and waited for his chute to open but it never did.The only thing i remember is seeing a ball of flames as soon as he went of the cliff. This man loved that car more than life itself,ive thought about that alot because weird things are happening to me in a good way.i honestly believe the last wheelstand that stallion did was looking straight up to the sky and it was final prayer.To this day now no one knows if that chute failed or if he ever hit the switch. Theres nothing like the sound of a million horses fire in 8 tiny cylinders.To me that story is about how much heart you have .The only thing he lived for was drag racing and he went out knowing he accomplished what he set out to do. LEAD,FOLLOW OR GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY WAY,IF YOUR NOT FASTER THAN ME I WILL POLITLY MOVE YOUR ASS OUT OF MY WAY.

DUMBO IS A GREAT LITTLE ELEPHANT,I ALWAYS HAD A LOT OF RESPECT FOR HIM AND THAT LITTLE MOUSE.Hear you have a runt of an elephant that had so much talent shoved in him,for whatever reason but was scared to death.And then comes that magic feather and solves all his problems. Im not gonna sit here and compare myself to an elephant,that would just sound plain queer.Why couldnt he be a runt dragon with a magic harley,then at least i would sound cool. i used to run my cars back home at a dragstrip, if you couldnt get that monster shut down your going of a cliff.A buddy of mines dad had a hot little pro stock mustang, that car was the first car i saw do a wheelstand.My buddies dad was diognosed with cancer about 3 weeks before this event.Anyway he lined up to the christmas tree,it hit green and he stood that mustang up at a 90 degree angle,i swear you could hear the chassis crack,he ran like a 5.60 ET.I stood at the fence and waited for his chute to open but it never did.The only thing i remember is seeing a ball of flames as soon as he went of the cliff. This man loved that car more than life itself,ive thought about that alot because weird things are happening to me in a good way.i honestly believe the last wheelstand that stallion did was looking straight up to the sky and it was final prayer.To this day now no one knows if that chute failed or if he ever hit the switch. Theres nothing like the sound of a million horses fire in 8 tiny cylinders.To me that story is about how much heart you have .The only thing he lived for was drag racing and he went out knowing he accomplished what he set out to do. LEAD,FOLLOW OR GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY WAY,IF YOUR NOT FASTER THAN ME I WILL POLITLY MOVE YOUR ASS OUT OF MY WAY.