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She wept silent tears
Tears of sadness and grief
As they folded the stars and stripes
Over and over and over again
We stand at attention
As they hand her the flag
She manages a weak nod
As the casket passes by
We give a final salute
To that brave American soldier
Who have his life for freedom
This young soldier came from
A small country town
He left his mother, and kids
But he left with honor
we salute him a final time
As the guns are final all around
She grips the beloved flag
As his casket slowly disappears
You were a worthy warrior
My friend, my brethren
Goodbye my soldier
I know that you are probably looking down laughing at my tears. I can almost hear " Suck it up suckerfish ", when I close my eyes. Just remember how loved you always were. I would take your place if I could......Rest In Peace Foreman
!To my dearest family, some things I'd like to say...but first of all, to let you know, that I arrived okay. I'm writing this from heaven. Here I dwell with God above. Here, there's no more tears of sadness; here is just eternal love. Please... do not be unhappy just because I'm out of sight, Remember that I'm with you every morning, noon and night. That day I had to leave you when my life on earth was through, God picked me up and hugged me and He said, "I welcome you." It's good to have you back again; you were missed while you were gone. As for your dearest family, they'll be here later on. I need you here badly; you're part of my plan. There's so much that we have to do, to help our mortal man. God gave me a list of things, that he wished for me to do. And foremost on the list, was to watch and care for you. And when you lie in bed at night, the day's chores put to flight. God and I are closest to you....in the middle of the night. When you think of my life on earth, and all those loving years because you are only human, they are bound to bring you tears. But do not be afraid to cry; it does relieve the pain. Remember there would be no flowers, unless there was some rain. I wish that I could tell you all that God has planned. But if I were to tell you, you wouldn't understand. But one thing is for certain, though my life on earth is o'er. I'm closer to you now, than I ever was before. There are many rocky roads ahead of you and many hills to climb; but together we can do it by taking one day at a time. It was always my philosophy and I'd like it for you too... that as you give unto the world, the world will give to you. If you can help somebody who's in sorrow and pain, then you can say to God at night......"My day was not in vain." And now I am contented....that my life has been worthwhile, knowing as I passed along the way, I made somebody smile. So if you meet somebody who is sad and feeling low, just lend a hand to pick him up, as on your way you go. When you're walking down the street, and you've got me on your mind; I'm walking in your footsteps only half a step behind. And when it's time for you to go. from that body to be free, remember you're not going.....you're coming here to me.
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After a while you learn the subtle differences between holding a hand and chaining a soul. ?? And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning and company doesn't always mean security. And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts and presents aren't promises and you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes ahead with the grace of an adult, not the grief of a child and you learn to build all your roads on today because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans and futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight. After a while you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much. So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers. And you learn that you really can endure that you really are strong and you really do have worth. And you learn and you learn with every goodbye you learn . . . Know one can give you self worth, you must find it inside of yourself. If you are looking for someone to complete your life than your journey will never have an end. Find happiness in your own heart and life will surely come together. If dead weight is weighing you down, get rid of it, it is hard enough to carry yourself. Remember "no one can make you feel inferior unless you let them"
MFKN Viper: ur loss
DGAF.........: ILL LEAVE IT SORRY
MFKN Viper: i dont like being good!i love the bad fun in life.so take it or leave it
DGAF.........: I PROMISE TO BE A GOOD FRIEND AND BE HERE FOR YOU
MFKN Viper: promise me something!
DGAF.........: I CANNOT PROMISE U ANYTHING ELSE....TAKE IT OR LEAVE IT
MFKN Viper: aythign else?
DGAF.........: YEP U CAN SEE ALL OF THEM]
MFKN Viper: cuz u add me to family yeah
DGAF.........: I OPENED ALL MY PICS TO U
MFKN Viper: but what can you give me for fun in friendship!!??
MFKN Viper: i saw that
DGAF.........: GO LOOK FOR YOURSELF I PROMISE
DGAF.........: HONEST
MFKN Viper: honest?
DGAF.........: i copied the convo instead of my notepad file i apologize
DGAF.........: it pasted the wrong thing if u notice i deleted it so i could retype it
MFKN Viper: hello?
MFKN Viper: ur fucking blog
DGAF.........: put u out like what?
MFKN Viper: just when i was taking ur friendship in
MFKN Viper: wow ur really gonna put me out like that?
DGAF.........: my friendship is giving you alot......i cant promise you anything more, i do not make pie crust promises
MFKN Viper: just what can you give me?
DGAF.........: give u for what?
MFKN Viper: WHAT CAN YOU GIVE ME BESDIES UR FRIENDSHIP
DGAF.........: i refuse to be a money hungry fu girl......I work hard to get everything i have and i would never take advantage of another person for my own personal gain
DGAF.........: i promise some girl will lie and tell u what u want to hear to get that bling pack i just cannot do that to another person
MFKN Viper: HOW
DGAF.........: I am sorry you have been single but not being friends first is a huge mistake
MFKN Viper: LOOK I BEEN SINGLE FOR 5 YEARS..COME ON NOW!
DGAF.........: i thought having a new friend would be cool...there are plenty of fu whores who will gladly spend ur money for you...im just not one of them
MFKN Viper: WHAT DID YOU WANTED?
DGAF.........: i just offered to be your friend
DGAF.........: u do not have to spend ur money on me
MFKN Viper: WHAT DID YOU WANTED THEN?
DGAF.........: but i never wanted the bling pack
MFKN Viper: I CAN GIVE YOU 350 CREDITS ON THE DOWN LOW
DGAF.........: well then i have to leave it i cannot jump into bein anyones girl
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DGAF.........: slow lol ill make it skulls favorite color?
MFKN Viper: SKULLS.YOU.AND YOU BEING MY GIRL.
DGAF.........: what would u like on ur skin
DGAF.........: skin*
DGAF.........: ill even make u a personalized page sakin
DGAF.........: lets start slow as friends
MFKN Viper: I WASNT GONNA BUY U.I WAS GONNA MAKE U MINE
DGAF.........: ill even pimp u out twice a week
DGAF.........: how bout i'll rate u and comment your pics make u my family and be your friend without you having to buy me
MFKN Viper: YES!
DGAF.........: like u wanna be my man all of me?
MFKN Viper: ALLLLLLL OF YOU!!
DGAF.........: all of me?
MFKN Viper: ALL OF YOU.PHONE PLAY.NAUGHTIE PICS.RATES.AND ANYTHNG U CAN OFFER
DGAF.........: why what do you want for it?
MFKN Viper: SUP? DO YOU WANT A BLING PACK?
DGAF.........: hi
MFKN Viper: HI
How Could You?
by Jim Willis
When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask, "How could you?" -- but then you'd relent and roll me over for a belly rub.
My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect.
We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs" you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.
Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love.
She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" -- still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy. Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate.
Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of love." As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch -- because your touch was now so infrequent -- and I would've defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway.
There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf. Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family.
I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said, "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. T hey understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with "papers." You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar, as he screamed, "No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life.
You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too. After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked, "How could you?"
They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you that you had changed your mind -- that this was all a bad dream... or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me. When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited.
I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood. She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured, "How could you?"
Perhaps because she understood my dog speak, she said, "I'm so sorry." She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself -- a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place. And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not directed at her.
It was directed at you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of you. I will think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.
i betchya lie awake at night
tryin to make up your sweet mind
wonderin if you'll ever find
just what you want
a home-town number one
or a california loaded gun
but you know you only get one
or that's what you thought
but here's what you've got
chorus:
i could be your baby blue jeans
with the holes in the knees
in the bottom of the top drawer
i could be your little beauty queen
just a little outta reach
or the girl livin next door
i'll be your angel givin up her wings
if that's whatchya need
i'd give everything to be your anything
if you want hard to get
if you want...
all you have to do is let me know
if you want a bumpy ride
or someone with a softer side
either one'll be alright
just let me know
cause this is where it goes
chorus:
i could be your baby blue jeans
with the holes in the knees
in the bottom of the top drawer
i could be your little beauty queen
just a little outta reach
or the girl livin next door
i'll be your angel givin up her wings
if that's whatchya need
i'd give everything to be your anything
it's not like i'm givin up who i am for you
but for someone like you it's just so easy to do
chorus:
i could be your baby blue jeans
with the holes in the knees
in the bottom of the top drawer
i could be your little beauty queen
just a little outta reach
or the girl livin next door
i'll be your angel givin up her wings
if that's whatchya need...
if that's whatchya need
i could be your baby blue jeans
with the holes in the knees
in the bottom of the top drawer
i could be your little beauty queen
just a little outta reach
or the girl livin next door
i'll be your angel givin up her wings
if that's whatchya need
i'd give everything to be your anything
I know sometimes it is hard to see things the way others do especially about yourself. You are honest, caring, passionate, dedicated, loyal, very respectful and a great loving father.
When I think of you many things come to mind. I love you , I value your opinion , I trust you wholeheartedly and I know you would never intentionally hurt me. I would never hurt you either.
You Know we all have inner demons and fears we need to conquer. I know it's hard to look from the outside and see things as they are. Seeing the whole picture isnt always easy, but in order to figure out the future we have to see what is truly there . We have to be able to embrace and communicate it.
We cannot turn our back on friendship, love or any other amazing connections we may make in the crazy game of life. You and I have made a true connection since we have gotten to know one another.I thank heaven for you every night. So, for a moment sit back see yourself as the man that I do. Confident, intelligent, funny, loyal , amazing, compassionate, forgiving, and so very caring. You are a true gentleman, my knight in shining armor . I love you from the bottom of my soul.
Just something that is begging to be let out. Kinda like a melody you cannot seem to get out of your head. I spent the first 17 yrs of my life dying to be an adult , now what i wouldn't give to see things from a child's perspective again. Growing up we are told to follow our hearts and love freely and unconditionally. Love is always returned. NO it's not.
When and how do you decide that enough is enough. How long do you love someone, without knowing how the feel. This listening to my heart stuff is starting to seem like a horrible idea. At least listening to my head keeps the tears away.
But how do you walk away from the person who makes your soul do backflips? The person who you can't seem to go one day without having some sort of contact with? The person you would rather spend the rest of your life fighting with , then be without them? Love is not supposed to hurt? Yet another LIE. Anything worth doing is worth doing right.
But what about that little voice in the back of your head? The one that keeps reminding you that this is a uncertain road you are on. The one that tells you over and over that you don't know what the other person feels. The voice that tells you to pull away before you get hurt.The one that has to remind you to breathe when you get so caught up in the thought of him loving you.
I want and deserved to be loved. But don't i deserve the chance to decide who is right for me? Sorry just needed to vent!!!!
