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Dear Mama {unfinished}
Dear mama dont cry violence is just a part of life destruction inside will lead to thoughts of suicide but dont let it dive into your soul tears in your eyes with no place left to go on the wrong road but i found the right place just sitten back and watchin people change face so stay safe you can always rely on me no matter what you dont ever need to cry for me lifes changed for me the rules are now brand new but dont worry cus your boy is always watchin out for you no matter what! Im grown and im back now probably soon ill be fighting in Iraq now but ill promise ill swear to you that your son is comin home to ya just remember that youve taken me down a hard path but like a rock i took the pain and never looked back no graduation

Dear Conceited Penis
Ok, SO im surfing craigs list trying to find a few things for my candle biz. And i come across this LMAO .......Gotta read this too funny! Dear Conceited Penis, To my amazement, not only have you learned to take pictures of yourself, but you have figured out how to upload them on the computer AND post said pictures in the personal section of Craigslist! Now, having never met a miraculous penis such as yourself, who can do things without knowledge or consent of anyone, I thought I'd tell you how this works. 1. Believe it or not, you have an owner. Your owner and I are in a committed relationship where: a. he is allowed to play with you, b. I'm allowed to play with you, OR c. WE together are allowed to play with you. If for some reason you find someone else's mouth, fingers, vagina, or asshole in, on, or around you..SCREAM. Play dead, blow your emergency whistle, do something and then at the earliest convenience, tell me. 2. A conceited penis is the first place

Dear Myspace Hacker Letter On Craigs List
OMFGGGG Another FUNNY one......this was on Craigs list as well...haha Dear Cockless Fuckmuppet, I want to express my most sincere appreciation of your tremendous efforts to hack my Myspace account. My friends and I thoroughly enjoyed the well-crafted spam I left in their comment boxes, courtesy of you. Seems that fourth grade education and relentless dedication to computer porn is really paying dividends eh?, Your father and the goat he impregnated that blissful drunken night behind the barn must be overwhelmed with pride. Seriously brother, you need some help. Fortunately for you, I be in the givin’ mood. Y’know, tis the season an all that. Here we go. First, turn off your grandmother’s computer. Yes, I realize this will mean a temporary interruption of your marathon ‘watching child pornography while rectally pleasuring yourself with the back end of a Mag-light’ session but bear with me here. This is apt to contain words with multiple syllables so you’ll need all

Dear Vending Machine Operator.......craigslist Letter Funny!
Yup...another lol Dear Designated Outside Contractor Food Supplier: I must give you high marks for the excellent selection of above-average foodstuffs in our cafeteria. The portions are sensible, the service is wonderful, and the prices generally reasonable, except when it comes to snacky bits. $1.25 is not market rate for a bag of M&Ms. A brace of PopTarts at $1.29 is overpriced by almost 40%. This sort of madness drives me to our building's vending machine emporia... which in turn are driving me to madness, and to authorship of this screed. Who is the crack-smoking numbnuts incapable of competent repetition in the maintenance of a vending machine? I'm not talking about keeping the damn things online (although the snack vendy just around the corner from the cafeteria is suspiciously "out of service" frequently). I'm also not complaining about the slings and arrows of outrageous Fort.: the bag of chips stuck against the glass, the HoHos clinging, mockingly, to the wire sp

Dear Roommate
I am crying... no I havn't been hurt physically, no I'm not sad, no I don't want attention (just the opposite) I am so fucking pissed off and frustrated that tears are just pouring down my face. I am screaming so loud and so hard and I want to smash my head into a brick wall just to make it stop! In all this I am still not heard. Just leave me be! He still askes the same question that I said I dont fucking know! I am no genius, yeah I am smart, but I didn't write the damn software to make it work for you! Can I just be alone sometimes and not have to jump to fix something of yours? Why is it I cant just talk to someone online, or lay down when I hurt, no I have to fix your shit! And it's not asked of me it's expected. Ask you asshole! and give me a break when I say I need to stop! Take a break from it when your pissed and stop yelling over the smallest shit and calm the fuck down.

7-dearalcohol
Dear Alcohol, First and foremost, let me tell you that I'm a huge fan of yours. As my friend, you always seem to be there when needed. The perfect gift, post-work cocktail, a beer at the game, and you're even around at the holidays (hidden inside chocolates as you warm us when we're stuck in the midst of endless family gatherings). However, lately I've been wondering about your intentions. While I want to believe that you have my best interests at heart, I feel that your influence has led to some unwise consequences: 1.Phone Calls: While I agree with you that communication is important. I question the suggestion that any conversation after 2 a.m. can have much substance or necessity. Why would you make me call my ex's? Especially when I know, for a fact, they DO NOT want to hear from me during the day, let alone all hours of the night. 2. Eating: Now, you know I love a good meal. But, why do you suggest that I eat a taco with chili sauce along with a big Italian meatball an

"dear God" By Xtc
This song is with my music if you would like to hear it... Dear God, I Hope you got the letter and I pray that you can make it better down here. I don't mean a big reduction in the price of beer. But all the people that you made in your image, See them starving on their feet 'Cause they don't get enough to eat From God. I Can't believe in you. Dear God, Sorry to disturb you but, I feel that I should be heard loud and clear. We all need a big reduction in amounts of tears. But all the people that you made in your image, See them fighting in the street 'Cause they can't make opinions meet About God. Can't believe in you. Did you make disease And the diamond blue? Did you make mankind After we made you? And the Devil too... Dear God, Don't know if you've noticed but Your name is on a lot of quotes in this Book. Us crazy humans wrote it; you should take a look. And all the people that you made in your image Still believin' that junk is true. Well, I k

Dear---
Dear --, I began your letter at the stop sign on Third Street and lost it in a traffic jam on Hemming Way; you would've rolled your eyes at the name, so I tried to imagine you sitting beside me. That's what did it, of course--I had a perfectly good sentence and it went right out the window with sentiment. See there--I was trying to redeem myself by writing a poem, but apologetic prose doesn't like to share. I had grand illusions--something about a word on a breeze (how cliché) wandering past a car full of screaming children and a businesswoman on her phone. There were soccer stories, a brief pause for some striking observation, and then a tremendous ending in a field, or a grave, or your lips. (Probably your lips.) It was another perfect poem lived and never written. Speaking of I've written you letters on scraps of paper-- napkins, Sears receipts;

Dear Alcohol
First & foremost, let me tell you that I'm a huge fan of yours. As my friend, you always seem to be there when needed. The perfect post-work cocktail, a beer at the game, and you're even around at the holidays, hidden inside chocolates, as you warm us when we're stuck in the midst of endless family gatherings. However, lately I've been wondering about your intentions. While I want to believe that you have my best interests at heart, I feel that your influence has led to some unwise consequences: 1. Phone calls: While I agree with you that communication is important, I question the suggestion that any conversation of substance or necessity takes place after 2 a.m. Why would you make me call those ex-boyfriends/girlfriends when I know for a fact they do not want to hear from me during the day, let alone all hours of the night? 2. Eating: Now, you know I love a good meal, but why do you suggest that I eat a taco with chili sauce, along with a big Italian meatball an

Dear Santa
Dear Santa, I've been a good mum all year. I've fed, cleaned and cuddled my children > >>>on demand, visited the doctor's office more than my doctor, sold > >>>sixty-two cases of choc.bars to raise money to plant a shade tree on the > >>>school playground. > >>> > >>> > >>>I was hoping you could spread my list out over several Christmases, > >>>since I had to write this letter with my son's red crayon, on the back > >>>of a receipt in the laundry room between cycles, and who knows when I'll > >>>find anymore free time in the next 18 years. > >>> > >>> > >>>Here are my Christmas wishes: > >>> > >>> > >>>I'd like a pair of legs that don't ache (in any colour, except purple, > >>>(which I already have) and arms that don't hurt or flap in the breeze; > >>>but are strong enough to pull my screaming child out of the lolly aisle > >>>in the grocery store. > >>> > >>> > >>>I'd also like a waist, since I lost mine somewhere in the seventh month > >>>of my last pre

Dear God
Dear God, its me. I am sorry for all the things I've done. I know you are all knowing and all seeing So I know I'm not your favorite one. Dear God, I have suffered so much But not as much as your son. And I know there's lessons as such To learn, that victories aren't always won. Dear God, I'm sorry for all the wrong That lay in my wake. I don't deserve to be remembered when I'm gone But will you please forgive me, just for my sake? Dear God, give me the strength To forgive, as I hope you will forgive me. You show the strength of great Just give me hope to see. Dear God, please give compassions to those Who need your love. Perhaps those who to who sow The seeds of hatred thereof. Dear God, I know that I shouldn't ask For you help and guidance in my petty affairs. But I'm told this particular task To which my very soul tears. Dear God, please forgive those who hurt me And the wrongs that they have bestowed. Grant them the same, to be able to see Th

Dear Mommy
Dear Mommy... Month One Mommy, I am only 8 inches long, but I have all my organs. I love the sound of your voice. Every time I hear it, I wave my arms and legs. The sound of your heart beat is my favorite lullaby. Month Two Mommy, today I learned how to suck my thumb. If you could see me, you could definitely tell that I am a baby. I'm not big enough to survive outside my home though. It is so nice and warm in here. Month Three You know what Mommy, I'm a boy!! I hope that makes you happy. I always want you to be happy. I don't like it when you cry. You sound so sad. It makes me sad too, and I cry with you even though you can't hear me. Month Four Mommy, my hair is starting to grow. It is very short and fine, but I will have a lot of it. I spend a lot of my time exercising. I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toes, and stretch my arms and legs. I am becoming quite good at it too. Month Five You went to the doctor today. Mommy, he lied to you.

Dear Kabrina
Dear Kabrina, By Anthony Hunt Dear Kabrina, I hope this letter finds you well. Dear Kabrina, Without you the desert's cold as hell. Dear Kabrina, I see your face when my eyes close. Dear Kabrina, Every day this feeling grows. And I hope you know I'm doing the best I can; I want to show You're the crutch that helps me stand. I just can't wait To walk with you hand in hand, But til that day, Sincerely, I'm your man. Dear Kabrina, It's been so long since we both spoke. Dear Kabrina, But when we do it gives me hope. Dear Kabrina, You are what gets me through the night. Dear Kabrina, I think of you and all seems right. And I hope you know I'm doing the best I can; I want to show You're the crutch that helps me stand. I just can't wait To walk with you hand in hand, But til that day, Sincerely, I'm your man. Dear Kabrina, There's not much else that's left to say. Dear Kabrina, But you're the light that guides my way. Dear Kabrina, Very soon I'

Dear Alcohol,
First & foremost, let me tell you that I'm a huge fan of yours. As my friend, you always seem to be there when needed. The perfect post-work cocktail, a beer at the game, and you're even around in the holidays, hidden inside chocolates as you warm us when we're stuck in the midst of endless family gatherings. However, lately I've been wondering about your intentions. While I want to believe that you have my best interests at heart, I feel that your influence has led to some unwise consequences: 1. Phone calls: While I agree with you that communication is important, I question the suggestion that any conversation of substance or necessity takes place after 2 a.m. Why would you make me call those I know for a fact do not want to hear from me during the day, let alone all hours of the night? 2. Eating: Now, you know I love a good meal, but why do you suggest that I eat a taco with chili sauce, along with a big Italian meatball and some stale chips (washed down with WINE

Dear Old Aunt Mildred
Aging Aunt Mildred was a 93-year-old woman who was particularly despondent over the recent death of her husband. She decided that she would just kill herself and join him in death. Thinking that it would be best to get it over with quickly, she took out his old Army pistol and made the decision to shoot herself in the heart, since it was badly broken in the first place. Not wanting to miss the vital organ and become a vegetable and a burden to someone, she called her doctor's office to inquire as to just exactly where the heart would be on a woman. The doctor said, 'Your heart would be just below your left breast'. Later that night........ dear Aunt Mildred was admitted to the hospital with a gunshot wound to her knee. SON'T FORGET TO R8 PLZ :)

Dear Dad
Dear Dad, Every year I write you a letter on the anniversary of your death....Well another year has passed. Its now been 5years today...Feburary 1st 2003 we lost you dad...I miss you more and more and more,year after year...Well alot has happened in the last year as you already know....I turned 35 last year wow Iam gettin to 40 quick Yikes!!! Iam somewhat mending my relationship with my mother again...Why? Who knows dont ask! I miss you...Been out to ya gravestone a couple times in the last few weeks...Well heres the scoop for the year....AJ...Wow hes gotten so big and good looking, ya would be proud of him...Last year he turned 17 in march...He didnt anything but school this year,no sports or anything...wanted him cracking the books...Well again here in about a month in a 1/2 he will be 18...graduates in may...And the best of all thing...your grandson has been accepted to college...Iam SOOO proud of him...He'll be going to northwestern in Ohio in the fall...He is majoring

Dear Abby
Dear Abby, My husband is a liar and a cheat. He has cheated on me from the beginning, and, when I confront him, he denies everything. What's worse, everyone knows that he cheats on me. It is so humiliating. Also, since he lost his job six years ago, he hasn't even looked for a new one. All he does all day is smoke cigars, cruise around and shoot the bull with his buddies, while I have to work to pay the bills. Since our daughter went away to college he doesn't even pretend to like me, and even hints that I may be a lesbian. What should I do? Signed: Clueless Dear Clueless: Grow up and dump him. Good grief woman! You don't need him anymore! You're a Senator from New York running for President of the United States. Act like one!

Dear Abby,
Dear Abby: My husband is a liar and a cheat. He has cheated on me from the beginning, and when I confront him, he denies everything. What's worse is everyone knows that he cheats on me. It is so humiliating. Also, since he lost his job six years ago, he hasn't even looked for a new one. All he does all day is smoke cigars, cruise around and shoot the breeze with his buddies while I have to work to pay the bills. Since our daughter went away to college he doesn't even pretend to like me and hints that I may be a lesbian. What should I do? Sincerely, Clueless ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Dear Clueless: Grow up and dump him. Good grief, woman. You don't need him anymore! You're a United States Senator from New York running for President of the United States. Act like one! Abby

Dear Diary...whats Up With That?
Dear Diary... ahhhhhh life on Fubar...lol...i am going to try to post a short blog on Fubar each night to comment some of the daily happenings on Fubar...hope some of them will make you laugh..some might make you sad...some might make you think. Just my opinions mind you :) To bring you up to speed...in case you missed something..lol..Fubar is a hotbed of activity! Never boring here LOL A few of our friends tragically lost children recently...my heart goes out to them. On the plus side a killer of one was caught. Then there are the "cheaters"...that seems to be a biggie lately...I agree if you cheated to get ahead you should lose your fubucks and pts..but doesnt it make you nervous to invite anyone to fubar? lol so many busted claim innocence. Auctions, giveaways and contests abound...seems to be the "IN" thing to do these days in the rush to "get ahead"...there aren't enough hrs in the day to comment bomb ALL your friends who need help but i do what i can. :)

Dear Friend
Im sorry if I did something that hurt you. That was never my intentions. I dont know what I did or said that has hurt you so much but its hurting me just as much if not more. I hate seein you upset and knowing it has a lot to do with me just rips my heart open. You are a great girl and I love you like I would love my sister. I would do anything to see you happy but now all I see are tears falling. I wish I could be there to wipe them from your eyes. Wish I could make you see that you are very special to me. You are going through a lot I know. With him so far away and not being able to hold him, never knowing what is going to happen. But know Im always going to be here for you to lean on. Im always going to be the ear that listens when you need to talk. You just need to open up and let me be there for you. I love you girl and just want you to be happy. Im sorry if have done something to hurt you! Please forgive me. Crystal *You know who you are and this is from the

Dear Supporter Of A Just Foreign Policy,
Dear Supporter of a Just Foreign Policy, Today, we are releasing a new Web video on Iran that shows the dangers of an armed U.S. intervention and the need for real diplomacy. This video will complement the national Folly of Attacking Iran Tour1 - which is already receiving an enthusiastic response on the West Coast. Word of mouth is the best way to mobilize more Americans against war with Iran. By watching and sharing the video, you help it gain momentum on Web sites like YouTube. Watch the video, then share it with your friends and visitors to your Web site: http://www.justforeignpolicy.org/iran/video.html In 1953, the United States violently intervened in Iran by ousting the democratically elected government of Mohammad Mossadegh and installing the shah's military regime. This backfired spectacularly in 1979 when religious militants gained power through a popular revolution and 52 U.S. diplomats were taken hostage. Veteran New York Times correspondent Stephen Kinzer,

Dear Valentine
Dear Valentine By: Treat Williams Dear Valentine, come away with me. If I had a day with you and you only, I would enjoy the simple things. The things that bring joy to the drudgery and the mundane, the things that, in the end, when time steals the rest away, are the only things we'll remember. I would paddle you across a still lake in a rowboat and read poetry to you until you fell asleep, and I would never ever think about the hours. Dear Valentine, if I had one day with you and you only, I would admire every line of your face, every strand of your hair, every graceful movement of your hands or your eyes or your body. If I had one perfect day. Don't you see, my heart beats only for you? Dear Valentine, these are the things I remember, my love... A warm hand, your warm breath, your warm mouth, your arms around mine. I remember feeling safe, ceaseless, like one person, the two of us, still, at rest, entwined. I remember how I felt the first time I kissed you. It felt like..

Dear Santa
Dear Sanda, I wud like a kool toy space ranjur fer Xmas. Iv ben a gud boy all yeer. yer Frend, BiLLy Dear Billy, Nice spelling. You're on your way to a career in lawn care. How about I send you a friggin' book so you can learn to read and write? I'm giving your older brother the space ranger. At least HE can spell! Santa ________________________________________ Dear Santa, I have been a good girl all year, and the only thing I ask for is peace and joy in the world for everybody! Love, Sarah Dear Sarah, Your parents smoked pot when they had you, didn't they? Santa ________________________________________ Dear Santa, I don't know if you can do this, but for Christmas, I'd like for my mommy and daddy to get back together. Please see what you can do. Love, Teddy Dear Teddy, Look, your dad's banging the babysitter like a screen door in a hurricane. Do you think he's gonna give that up to come back to your frigid mom, who rides his ass constantly? It's time to

Dear Bob
I go to this site online to bait conservatives. Yes, I know, mature. So anyway, this guy tells his story of growing up in the sixties as a mixed-race child, and how his mother made him lie about it and say that he had some kind of skin disease that made him produce too much melanin. He asked what the state of racism was in the US today. Almost immediately he got a reply saying something about how yes, racism was dreadful, and that the replyer felt that racist groups like "the KKK, UNCF, NAACP and Miss Black America" should be banned. I sat there with my jaw brushing the floor. I've visited the United Negro College Fund site. They offer scholarships to anyone, free of discrimination. The NAACP states on their site that they fight against discrimination in all its forms, and that they want a world free for everyone to be happy. The KKK? "Don't bother trying to join if you are not white and over 18, foreigners and atheists need not apply." That would be enough, but the

Dear Abbie
----- Dear Abbie My husband is a liar and a cheat. He has cheated on me from the beginning, and when I confront him, he denies everything. What's worse is that everyone knows that he cheats on me. It is so humiliating. Also, since he lost his job six years ago he hasn't even bothered to look for a new one. All he does all day is smoke cigars, and cruise around with his buddies while I have to work to pay the bills. Since our daughter went away to college he doesn't even pretend to like me and hints that I may be a lesbian. What should I do? Signed: Clueless Dear Clueless, Grow up and dump him. Good grief, woman, You don't need him anymore! You're a United States Senator from New York running for President of The United States. Act like one!

Dear Abby!
Dear Abby: My husband is a liar and a cheat. He has cheated on me from the beginning, and, when I confront him, he denies everything. What's worse, everyone knows that he cheats on me. It is so humiliating. Also, since he lost his job six years ago, he hasn't even looked for a new one. All he does all day is smoke cigars, cruise around with his buddies while I have to work to pay the bills. He does not even pretend to like me. What should I do? Signed: Clueless Dear Clueless: Grow up and dump him. Good grief, woman. You don't need him anymore! You're a United States Senator from New York running for President of the United States. Act like one.

Dear Father
A father passing by his son's bedroom was astonished to see that his bed was nicely made and everything was picked up. Then he saw an envelope, propped up prominently on the pillow that was addressed to 'Dad.' With the worst premonition he opened the envelope with trembling hands and read the letter. Dear Dad: It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm writing to you. I had to elope with my new girlfriend because I wanted to avoid a scene with Mom and you. I have been finding real passion with Stacy and she is so nice. But I knew you would not approve of her because of all her piercing, tattoos, tight motorcycle clothes and the fact that she is much older than I am. But it's not only the passion, Dad . . . she's pregnant. Stacy said that we will be very happy. She owns a trailer in the woods and has a stack of firewood for the whole winter. We share a dream of having many more children. Stacy has opened my eyes to the fact that marijuana doesn't really hurt anyone. We'll be growin

Dear Billy
Dear Billy, I just got back home from telling you goodbye. I heard the stories as to what happened and it passes through my mind. I wish no one had told me the details, but listened to Kenny cause he needed to talk. And you are no longer there for him to go to. I know he will be there for the boys, he can not take your place by no means, but he can support them the way you would want him to. You had your demon, and it seem to never let you go. But that demon is no longer there, God has taken him off for good. I love you so much Billy. The way you could always make a person laugh, the way you were always ready to give a hug to some one if you thought they need it, and the way you were quick to stand up for your family. You never denied who you were and never lied about the things that you did. if you did it, you were man enough to say you did it. Aside from that demon, you were a great man, and we all know it. You are with God now, and he is keeping you safe. He took yo

Dear Daddy, Well Tonight Is Your's!
I want you to know that I love you with all my heart and soul ... But Daddy I know yo are better off and that the rest have adjusted to you having passed on, but Daddy ,I did not get that good-bye and I miss you just as much today as I did this day two years ago now.I sit here and cry for not having the chance to say I LOVE you that one last time. Maybe if I was given that chance to say I love ya and will miss you but know that you are going to a better place I would not hurt so strongly... I am sorry but Mama did wrong to keep me away and not let me say my good -byes. I had to kiss your bdy bye and knowing you was already gone, that still buggs me for I had to sneak to do that, Then Mama did not want your drinking buddies to be there so she rushed everything, and Ted did not get to say good -bye at all. Dadddy they was your family and friends. As I am your stepdaughter. We had the right to see you and say bye. Damn you was my Daddy from my 8th year on earth. The only one that I know a

Dear Abby
My Husband is a liar and a cheat. He has cheated on me from the > > > >> beginning, and, when I confront him, he denies > > > >> everything. What's worse, everyone knows that he cheats > > > >> on me. It is so humiliating. > > > >> Also,since he lost his job six years ago, he hasn't even > > > >> looked for a new one. All he does all day is smoke > > > >> cigars, cruise around and talk crap with his buddies > > > >> while I have to work to pay the bills. Since our only > > > >> child went away to college he doesn't even pretend to > > > > > >> like me and hints that I may be a lesbian. What should I > > > >> do? > > > > > > > > Signed: Clueless > > > > > > > > Dear Clueless: > > > > > > > > Grow up and dump him. Good grief, woman. You don't need him > > > >> anymore! You're a Senator from New York running for > > > > > >> president of the United States. Act like one.

Dear Diary
Dear Diary August 12, Moved to our new home in Wisconsin . It is so beautiful here. I can hardly wait to see the snow. God's Country. I love it here. October 14, Wisconsin is the most beautiful place on earth. The leaves are turning different colors. I love the shades of red and orange. Went for a ride through the countryside and spotted a deer. They are so graceful, Certainly they are the most peaceful animals on earth. This must be paradise. November 11, Deer season will start soon. I can't imagine anyone wanting to kill such an elegant creature. The very symbol of peace and tranquility. Hope it will snow soon...I love it here. December 2, It snowed last night. Wake up to find everything blanketed with white. It looks like a postcard. We went outside and cleaned the snow off the steps and shoveled the driveway. We had a snowball fight [ I won ], and when the snow plow came by, we had to shovel the driveway again. What a beautiful place. Mother nature in pe

Dear Son,
Dear Son, I'm sorry Mommy and I couldn't be friends. I tried really hard to work things out with her, if not for she and I but for you. I'm sorry I wasnt always there, I wanted to be more than you will ever imagine, I wanted to hold you and watch you grow up big and strong just like me. I'm sorry I didnt fight harder, fight harder to keep you out of harms way that I simply knew you were going to be in. Nathan, my lil man, I'm sorry you went in that car with that evil vindictive woman, and that bad man. I shouldnt have allowed that either. I wish you were still here. P.s. Nathan please continue to be proud of me as you look down at me from heaven. I miss you.

Dear Cutting..
Dear Cutting, You helped me tremendously over the past twelve years. In the beginning, the very first time, was an accident. As much as I don't like to admit it, thats what it was. I got negative attention and I found that I was uncomfortable by that attention. I felt like I deserved your darkness, cutting. And when I was angry, I used you to calm down and I felt that it was the only real way to express the terrible rage I felt toward my parents, my molesters, and most of all myself. I cut when I was sad and broken, which was behind my anger. And it got to the point where I cut when I was content. I've never felt happy. You became my addiction after two of three months. Cutting made me feel strong and in control. I couldn't make my dad stop drinking, I couldn't make my mom stop throwing up , I couldnt stop my molester from touching me , I couldn't change the past. I never could and never will. But I did cut. I cut a lot. I had my own ritual and every time I followed my ritual I felt

Dear Baby
one day when im older ill be able to raise you to grow up big and strong. ill be the best mom i can be and i will make sure you have everything you need.ill teach you all the good things i know like how to swim, cook and be silly.ill help you with math and spelling and encourage you to do what ever it is you want to do with your life. ive made so many mistakes in my life and i wish i could change some of the things ive done but thats just wishful thinking.i screwed up big time these past couple months and its not fair im sorry.for a second i thought about how things would be if i hadnt screwed up and if i had moved out sooner than maybe you would have had a better chance. maybe i would have found out sooner and maybe you wouldnt have been put through so much.you made me realize how much i really do care and how right people were. i do honestly want to be a mom someday weather im with the right guy or weather i have to do it by my self but i want to make sure i have a stable place to

Dear Sweet Sister Lol
You kicked my ass when I needed it, You held me when I cried. You gave me advice that I could only dream, I could never think clearly but you brought me to see. All the pain, all the suffering, all the hell I put you through, I just wanted to say I love you. And now that your gone, words can't express, How lost I feel without your caress. Without your honor, without your respect, Without your straight honestly......no one would could expect. You made us laugh, you made us cry, you made us wonder who the hell am I? I miss you and love you everyday of my life, But you'll always be there just not in plain sight. You served your country, you gave them your best, We thank for that and we want to honor your death. You didn't die in vain ohhh no it wasn't that. You got a little sister here that will carry on and kick ass. You gave me your attitude no one can compare. HOOOAAH you used to say and HOOORAAH is here!!!!

Dear Homophobic Bitches
hello this is a GAY GUY talking to you if u don't like deal with is because all my life i had to deal with you guys hurting me in any way you can and this is my last straw. I understand that u might have a problem with me because I'm gay but do you see me telling u that u should die because your straight or block you because you rated a picture of mine for the reason that i thought i was being hit on by u. NO. Give me a break. i treat u like i treat everyone else. i Respect you as a person that has feelings and I'm as real as i can be but you continue to treat me like I'm white trash that u find laying on the road way. I hate when people judge others because they are different. I just see it as being disrespectful. Words like Fag, Queer, Fudger packer, Dike, Carpet Muncher, etc aree words that hurt us and we dont like being called . we have name so use them. i think that poeple need to be open mind and watch what u say because: So i hope that u Homophobic Bitche

Dear Wife
Dear Wife: I'm writing you this letter to tell you that I'm leaving you forever. I've been a good man to you for seven years and I have nothing to show for it. These last two weeks have been hell. Your boss called to tell me that you quit your job today and that was the last straw. Last week, you came home and didn't even notice that I had a new haircut, had cooked your favorite meal and even wore a brand new pair of silk boxers. You ate in two minutes, and went straight to sleep after watching all of your soaps. You don't tell me you love me anymore; you don't want sex or anything that connects us as husband and wife. Either you're cheating on me or you don't love me anymore; whatever the case, I'm gone. Your EX-Husband P.S. Don't try to find me. Your SISTER and I are moving away to West Virginia together! Have a great life! ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Dear Ex-Husband - Nothing has made my day more than complete than receiving your letter. It's true that

Dear Children..
Dear Children, I know you did not ask to be brought into this world, but having you in my life is a blessing that is beyond any other. You are a reason to laugh, to love, to live life. You are my babies, my angels, my best friends, and always will be. I know this is not a perfect world. There are many things that are wrong. There are also many things that are good. You will scrape your knees, you will cry, and you will fall. I will be there to kiss things better, wipe away your tears, and help you to stand again. You will have hurt feelings, broken hearts, and days that you feel nothing is right. I will be there to hold you, to hug you, and to let you know that there will be brighter days. You will hate me, you will curse me, you will not speak to me. I will love you always, no exceptions. I will yell, I will scold, and I will get upset. I am not perfect. I will make mistakes. I will love you always, no exceptions. I will teach you, I will learn from you. Each day will be one we face

Dear Santa
Dear Santa, Yes, I know it's only March but I want to get my request in uber early. You see.... all I want for Christmas is to be a Toil Girl. http://www.toilgirls.com/toilgirl.html I promise to be a good bad girl for the rest of the year. :-)

Dear Santa
I've been a good mom all year. I've fed, cleaned and cuddled my children on demand, visited the doctor's office more than my doctor, sold sixty-two cases of candy bars to raise money to plant a shade tree on the school playground. I was hoping you could spread my list out over several Christmases, since I had to write this letter with my son's red crayon, on the back of a receipt in the laundry room between cycles, and who knows when I'll find anymore free time in the next 18 years. Here are my Christmas wishes: I'd like a pair of legs that don't ache (in any color, except purple, which I already have) and arms that don't hurt or flap in the breeze; but are strong enough to pull my screaming child out of the candy aisle in the grocery store. I'd also like a waist, since I lost mine somewhere in the seventh month of my last pregnancy. If you're hauling big ticket items this year I'd like fingerprint resistant windows and a radio that only plays adult music; a tele

Dear Supporters And Constituents Of Debbullan Inc:
Dear Supporters and Constituents of Debbullan Inc: We have several important announcements for you. Scroll below to find an explanation and link to each topic. We have news from Egypt and follow up on a recent media announcement regarding medical cannabis and liver fibrosis. We start here: Thanks to our sponsor for the fourth consecutive year: Texas Land & Air It is time for Debbullan's FOURTH ANNUAL RUBBER DUCKY RACE! May 17, 2008 In 2007 Debbullan placed the cause of raising positive awareness for the families, friends and victims of Hepatitis C in front of over 200,000 (TWO HUNDRED THOUSAND) people in 13 Countries. The only focused fundraiser we have held every year has been this Ducky race. Help us to continue raising awareness it only takes a minimum of $5.00. To learn more visit this webpage: http://debbullan.org/annual_rubber_ducky_race.htm If you already know Debbullan's work and wish to participate straight away here is your link to the rules and re

Dear Mommy And Daddy
Dear Mommy and Daddy, I come to you a small and immature being with my own style and personality. I am yours for only a short time; enjoy me. First, please take time to find out who I am, and how much I can bring to you. Second, please feed me when I'm hungry. I never knew what hunger meant in mom's uterus and clocks and time mean very little to me. Third, please hold, cuddle, kiss, touch, stroke and cling to me. I was always held closely in mom's uterus and was never alone before. Fourth, please don't be disappointed when I'm not the perfect baby you expected, not disappointed with yourselves that you're not the perfect parents. Fifth, please don't expect too much from me as your newborn baby or too much from yourselves as parents. Give us both six weeks as a birthday present. Six weeks for me to grow, develop, mature and become more stable and predictable and six weeks for you to rest, relax and allow your baby to get back to normal. Sixth, please forgive

Dearest
Dearest Jerry, I Hurt so much that it is killing my heart and the soul I have left. I may have cried my soul and heart out. With the blood I have spilled and pills I have taken why not me? Why did it have to be you? My perception on life has changed. No longer do I seem to dwell on my past life but I dwell on ours. If I could have talked to you, Would it have changed your mind? Would you take causion? Watching your children sleep makes me cry. I am attached to you in so many ways. Why did you leave me? What do you want me to do? Loving you wasn't enough in life so how do I know what that love will do in death? Will we meet again? Would my blood put us back together? All I know is I don't understand these things and would love for you to tell me what to do.Do I come meet you or will your spirit let me know how to cope with such a great loss? Do I spill my blood to be with you again? Lost Cousin

Dear Alcohol
Dear Alcohol , First and foremost, let me tell you that I'm a HUGE fan of yours. As my friend, you always seem to be there when needed. The perfect post-work cocktail, a beer at the game and you're even around at the holidays (hidden inside chocolates as you warm us when we're stuck in the midst of endless family gatherings). However, lately I've been wondering about your intentions. While I want to believe that you have my best interests at heart, I feel that your influence has led to some unwise consequences: 1. Phone Calls/Text Messages: While I agree with you that communication is important. I question the suggestion that conversation after 2 a.m. can have much substance or necessity. 2. Eating: Now, you know I love a good meal. But, why do you suggest that I eat a taco with chili sauce along with a big Italian meatball and some stale chips (washed down with wine & topped off with a Kit Kat AFTER a few cheese curls & chili cheese fries)? I'm an e

Dear Sex Partners Of The World! (not Just Mine But All)
So a friend shared this with me and I thought some friends on here might appreciate it. I did not write the following letter. It appeared on Craig' List. But, it made me think...I am going to start a blog on here to talk about the points this and other letters bring up! Happy reading! Let me know which topic we should discuss first, I have a personal love for #2! ***************************************************** Dear Men of Craig's list, Look, I know you men have it difficult. Women are just about impossible to understand, much less please. In a post-feminist society, you never know exactly what you should be doing. Women are bloody picky, I know we are. It can be scary, too, when women freak out about what appear to be benign issues. And men who do their best to be respectful, female-positive humans, I salute you, I do. OK, I know it's scary. There are lots of women out there who make fucking really difficult. So, I have compiled some handy tips. Don't think of thi

Dear Tech Support:
Dear Tech Support: Last year I upgraded from Girlfriend 7.0 to Wife 1.0 . I soon noticed that the new program began unexpectingly a child processing that took up a lot of space and valuable resources. In addition, Wife 1.0 installed itself into all other programs and now monitors all other system activities, such as Poker Night 10.3, Football 5.0, Going To The Pub 7.5, and Softball 3.6 I can't seem to keep Wife 1.0 in the background while attempting to run my other favorite applications. I'm thinking about going back to Girlfriend 7.0 , but the uninstall doesn't work on Wife 1.0. Please help! Thanks, TroubledUser..... _____________________ REPLY: DearTroubled User: This is a very common problem that men OFTEN complain about. Many people upgrade from Girlfriend 7.0 to Wife 1.0 ,thinking that it is just a Utilities and Entertainment program. Wife 1.0 IS AN OPERATING SYSTEM and is designed by its Creator to run EVERYTHING!!! It is also impossible to delete

Dear Diary - Wtf !!
Dear Diary, I just witnessed the dumbiest thing in my life. A small beat up trashy looking garbage dump of a car pulled up in the parking lot today. On its hood was a TV set wider than the car itself. Someone was bringing it home. WTF, was the driver thinking....... Dumb ass.

Dear Sister
damn, i am finally writin a blog about u, yeah, i know about time, dag. that is what u r probably sayin, hell that is what u r sayin, we know each other very well. bay bay sister i missed the shit out of u. u flood my mind like new orleans floods everyday. i can't dimiss ur disappearance 2 a minimum, 4 nothing. i don't think ur lost will b coped with in my soul. i couldn't never answer the question of would i go b/4 u. instead i was shown the dready reality. i don't even know how the hell my family feel, cuz i haven't contacted them nor have i attented ur funeral. some people r probably sayin how selfish, true, 2 a degree. but like i know myself, i don't do good at funerals. i probably won't attent my own, if i have my choice. shit my family do likewise, they tend 2 want 2 blame others and fight them like they cuzed it. since i was definitely like ur twin, born years earlier, they was going 2 target me like they did at the last funeral. me, jail, graves, or anything negative is like

Dear God
Dear God, Why do You torture me so? When will You ever let my hardships end? When will my endless suffering abate? Why am I so tortured? "But, my child, I have given you everything you want. Why are you tortured so?" Because, God... Oh wait, God, while you are here I want to thank you for my children. My children are such beautiful blessings. Thank you, God, for these wonderful gifts. Thank you for their wit and their charm. Thank you for their health. I will cherish them with every breath I take, and forever be grateful and indebted to You. "You are most welcome, my child. But, please tell me - why are you still tortured so?" Because, God... Oh, and God? I wanted to thank you, again! Thank you for the food on my table, and the roof over my head, and these many precious moments of my life. My life has never been better! "You are welcome, my child. But, please, please, tell me - why are you tortured so?" Because, God... My dear God? Are You still there? Good.

Dear Blog
Yanno Blogg'n is addictive and I dont mind speaking my mind on just about any item out there My favorite bash is of course the jackass in the oval office and his pack of thugs .. be glad when thevillage idiot is gone from office .. hope the next bobo isnt as big a fool.. ( please dont let it be McCain the old bush clone ) not thrilled with the two other choces in the running but either of them gotta be better than whats there now ! So yah your gonna see my political voice here alot .. BTW I'm a card carrying Socialist with Libertian beliefs .. yanno sensible socicalism oh hell yes your gonna hate it but facts are we aint as free as we think so lets control the crap and keep us all in a comfort zone .. I will also show a raised fist and cry Anarchist at times .. over throw the bastards who would control us and take our freedoms .. LOL can ya handle that?

"dear God"
This is a true story - http://www.snopes.com/glurge/abbey.asp This is one of the kindest things I've experienced. I have no way to know who sent it, but there is a beautiful soul working in the dead letter office of the US Postal Service. Our 14 year old dog, Abbey, died last month. The day after she died, my 4 year old daughter Meredith was crying and talking about how much she missed Abbey.She asked if we could write a letter to God so that when Abbey got to heaven, God would recognize her. I told her that I thought we could so she dictated these words: Dear God, Will you please take care of my dog? She died yesterday and is with you in heaven. I miss her very much. I am happy that you let me have her as my dog even though she got sick. I hope you will play with her. She likes to play with balls and to swim. I am sending a picture of her so when you see her, You will know that she is my dog. I really miss her. Love, Meredith. We put the letter in an env

Dear Insomnia (the Sleep Issue.. I'm Sure Theres Some Dj Named Insomnia Running Around Here Somewhere)
Dear Insomnia, FUCK YOU I'M TIRED MY BODY IS TIRED LET ME SLEEP! How is it you come between my body and myself from getting rest? Its a power struggle of my mind vs. my body. This crap is just getting ridiculous. Insomnia I go to lay down and try to sleep at night. yet you tug at my thoughts and say "hey you.. no sleep for you" Thats right insomnia you are a sleep nazi, and for that I hate you. Why? Why don't you just let my body rest, even when you bastard you know I have things I have to do the next day? Why do you curse me so? Why do you let my mind wander off and think in 5 million different directions at once? How is it you keep me awake like this, and so to speak go to sleep at night? Whats a girl got to do to get some freakin sleep around this piece? HUH? Seriously? My body is worn out I just want to sleep but I can't. What is this, some kind of cruel joke? Some kind of ruse? I hate you insomnia you keep me from doing the simplest of tasks. I want to wake up in the morning

Dear Dad
A FATHER PASSING BY HIS SON'S BEDROOM WAS ASTONISHED TO SEE THE BED WAS NICELY MADE AND EVERYTHING WAS PICKED UP. THEN HE SAW AN ENVELOPE PROPPED UP PROMINENTLY ON THE CENTER OF THE BED. IT WAS ADDRESSED, "DAD." WITH THE WORST PREMONITION, HE OPENED THE ENVELOPE AND READ THE LETTER WITH TREMBLING HANDS: DEAR DAD: IT IS WITH GREAT REGRET AND SORROW THAT I'M WRITING THIS. I HAD TO ELOPE WITH MY NEW GIRLFRIEND BECAUSE I WANTED TO AVOID A SCENE WITH MOM AND YOU. I'VE BEEN FINDING REAL PASSION WITH BARBARA AND SHE IS SO NICE EVEN WITH ALL HER PIERCING, TATTOOS, AND HER TIGHT MOTORCYCLE CLOTHES. BUT IT'S NOT ONLY THE PASSION DAD, SHE'S PREGNANT AND BARBARA SAID THAT WE WILL BE VERY HAPPY TOGETHER EVEN THOUGH YOU WON'T CARE FOR HER, AS SHE IS MUCH OLDER THAN I, SHE ALREADY OWNS A TRAILER IN THE WOODS AND HAS A STACK OF FIREWOOD FOR THE WHOLE WINTER. SHE WANTS TO HAVE MANY MORE CHILDREN WITH ME AND THAT'S NOW ONE OF MY DREAMS TOO. BARBARA TAUGHT ME THAT MARIJUANA DOESN'T

Dear Friends
Dear Friends, I am excited to inform you that my album Eternity will be released on May 20th 2008 (it will be available world wide)!! (*^-^*) Eternity is dedicated to my friends and fans. My latest production 'mind eraser' with Zelma Davis and 'My Angel' (HG remix) by Blessing Odiase will be featured on this album. I hope you will enjoy listening to it as much as I enjoyed making it~* You will be able to pre-order your copy of Eternity on amazon.com best buy Thank you very much for your continued love and support!! ~* Dedicated ♥ HG

Dear Mama
happy mothers day to all th actual moms out there. im not talking about the moms who have kids and don't do shit for them, im talking about the moms who acutally raise the kids they help make and all that good stuff soooooooo this is for the real mammas out there!!!

Dear Dogs N Cats
Dear Dogs and Cats, When I say to move, it means go someplace else, not switch positions with each other so there are still two of you in the way. The dishes with the paw print are yours and contain your food. The other dishes are mine and contain my food. Please note, placing a paw print in the middle of my plate of food does not stake a claim for it becoming your food and dish, nor do I find that aesthetically pleasing in the slightest. The stairway was not designed by NASCAR and is not a racetrack. Beating me to the bottom is not the objective. Tripping me doesn't help, because I fall faster than you can run. I cannot buy anything bigger than a king size bed. I am very sorry about this. Do not think I will continue to sleep on the couch to ensure your comfort. Look at videos of dogs and cats sleeping - they can actually curl up in a ball! It is not necessary to sleep perpendicular to each other stretched out to the fullest extent possible. I also know that sti

Dear John Letter
A Marine stationed in Afganistan recently recieved a "Dear John" Letter from his girlfriend back home. It read as follows The Marine...with hurt feelings, asked his fellow marines for snap shots of thier girlfriends, wives,sisters,aunts etc etc. In addition to the picture of Becky , Ricky included all of the pictured of pretty girls he had collected from his buddies. There were 57 photos in that envelope along with this message

Dear Drunks
this is to all drunks.i understand that alcoholism is a disease, but why cant you think about other people before you go out and drink and do stupid things like get in the car and go for a drive.why cant you just fucking stay at home to get drunk and why do you always have to take people i care about away from me ?its bullshit, its stupid and it is selfish.you are all selfish and oneday you will have to face the fact that you KILLED innocent people and are responsible for causing the pain and suffering of many family members and friends. its not fair,its not ok, and just because you have a disease doesnt make it ok.just think before you act and i mean really think before you decide to go out and drink with your friends. make sure you have money for a taxi, a bus , or find a designated driver,but please,PLEASE DONT get into a car and think your ok to drive.Someone other than you will suffer because of your actions.

Dear God People Can You Help A Little We Are Dying Here
This list was created to help those who are at the levels of Godfather-Prophet level. This list is not like the Godfather List because we take the 10 closest to leveling and add them. When 1 levels, the next person gets added. When BooBoo and I see someone is next we will message you to see if you want to be added. In the case of no replies, we will then skip that person and go to the next in line. Any questions please leave a comment here. Thank You. Disciple ThE CoFfEe LaDy™*rockrules2001's Fantasy & Fu GF*393,000 to go manly -Serene Sunday All!510,000 to go LC Man788,000 to go Mr Tourette UK LEVELLERS FREELANCE BOMBER***1st IRISH BASED MALE GODFATHER859,000 to go Ozzy ( Pray for my son )1,027,000 to go *Phantom*1,147,000 to go cAUSE iM tHE fCKiNG pRiNCESS..dUHH ~ {Captain 2nd Alarm Hotties Swat Team}

Dear Abby...
Dear Abby, I've never written to you before, but I really need your advice on what could be a crucial decision. I've suspected for some time now that my wife has been cheating on me. The usual signs... phone rings but if I answer, the caller hangs up. My wife has been going out with the girls a lot recently although when I ask their names she always says, "Just some friends from work, you don't know them." I always stay awake to look out for her taxi coming home, but she always walks down the drive. Although I can hear a car driving off, as if she has gotten out of the car round the corner. Why? Maybe she wasn't in a taxi? I once picked her cell phone up just to see what time it was and she went berserk and screamed that I should never touch her phone again and why was I checking up on her. Anyway, I have never approached the subject with my wife. I think deep down I just didn't want to know the truth, but last night she went out again and I decided to really check on her.

Dear Alcohol
Dear Alcohol, First & foremost, let me tell you that I’m a huge fan of yours. As my friend, you always seem to be there when needed. The perfect post-work cocktail, a beer at the game, and you’re even around in the holidays, hidden inside chocolates as you warm us when we’re stuck in the midst of endless family gatherings. However, lately I’ve been wondering about your intentions. While I want to believe that you have my best interests at heart, I feel that your influence has led to some unwise consequences: 1. Phone calls: While I agree with you that communication is important, I question the suggestion that any conversation of substance or necessity takes place after 2 a.m. Why would you make me call those ex-boyfriends/girlfriends when I know for a fact they do not want to hear from me during the day, let alone all hours of the night? 2. Eating: Now, you know I love a good meal, but why do you suggest that I eat a taco with chili sauce, along with a big Italian meatball

Dear Abby
Dear Abby: I have been engaged for almost a year. I am to be married next month. My fiancee's mother is not only very attractive but really great and understanding. She is putting the entire wedding together and invited me to her place to go over the invitation list because it had grown a bit beyond what we had expected it to be. When I got to her place, we reviewed the list and trimmed it down to just under a hundred... then she floored me. She said that in a month I would be a married man and that before that happened, she wanted to have sex with me. Then she just stood up and walked to her bedroom and on her way said that I knew where the front door was if I wanted to leave. I stood there for about five minutes and finally decided that I knew exactly how to deal with this situation. I headed straight out the front door............... There, leaning against my car, was her husband, my father-in-law to be. He was smiling. He explained that they just wanted

Dear Penises
My private folder is private for a reason. Stop asking me to see it. It irritates the fuck out of me. If I wanna let you in, I will. I'm not gunna add you to it just because you think I'm hot. I don't wanna see you naked so stop trying to bribe me with your noodz.

Dear Alcohol
Dear Alcohol, First and foremost, let me tell you that I'm a huge fan of yours. As my friend, you always seem to be there when needed. The perfect gift, post-work cocktail, a beer at the game, and you're even around at the holidays (hidden inside chocolates as you warm us when we're stuck in the midst of endless family gatherings). However, lately I've been wondering about your intentions. While I want to believe that you have my best interests at heart, I feel that your influence has led to some unwise consequences: 1. Phone Calls: While I agree with you that communication is important. I question the suggestion that any conversation after 2 a.m. can have much substance or necessity. Why would you make me call my ex's? Especially when I know, for a fact, they DO NOT want to hear from me during the day, let alone all hours of the night. 2. Eating: Now, you know I love a good meal. But, why do you suggest that I eat a taco with chili sauce along with a big Italian meatbal

Dear Love
Why does my heart break so? Can you heal my broken heart? I sit on daily basis wonderin why it huts so. Can you tel me why love? Life without you seems to hard to bear without you in it! I feel my heart is being torn from my chest, Love it feels like am torn apart like a torn piece of paper. How is that you sit by love, watching me wither away like rose in the summer heat. My love, I have thought and wondered why you leave me in such a state? I live my very life wondering, if you still love me?

Dear Teenager
Those awful teenagers and their dope The kink in society's chain The knot in the rope Shade us with your bibles Baptize us in the isles Jesus saves The drugs crave So board the van and wave Cause the world is on it's pave Detox your brains With magic prophecy Wanting to be high is oddity Feeling the wish to breathe You could never achieve Dear teenager you must cry Don't medicate to feel high Suffer sober Feel each minute you die

Dear Uncle Wayne..
This is insanely personal but I decided to share it with the world... Dear Uncle Wayne: I keep trying to figure out a way to say goodbye to you. I thought this is the best way for to do so. You're like an Uncle to me.You're an awesome person with a great personality. You have been a part of my life for over 10 years. Bringing Evelyn and Beth into my life. 2 of the most remarkable people. I loved every minute of those years. I'm going to miss your smile your laugh, your smile, your jokes. your loving caring thoughtful ways. I will see you when i get up there Wayne and we'll jam. you'll play the piano and I'll play the guitar. we'll play for everyone up there. so this isn't goodbye this is see you later Hynes. I will continue to play music just for you. i will get better at both and play for Evelyn every opportunity i get. shes like an aunt to me. She's and her family are like my family. I will help her through all of this and help take care of her. You were a very loved man. You kn

Dear Emily
Emily... Though I never met you, you were always close to my heart, a source of joy in which I would delight. Your sweetness shone like a beacon in the night to weary travelers and there is no doubt in my mind that you are loved beyond compare. Though I haven't held you in my arms or touched a lock of your hair, my heart wells up with the thought of you and I always wished I was there. I see the you I thought you were in countless photographs, i watched you smile and laugh and play and I always hoped you'd dance. Little angel... please don't go, stay near to your papa some how, his heart it aches to see you go and his spirits have headed south. Let him feel your kisses on his cheek in every ray of sun, hear the faint whisper of your voice on the evening breeze, let your presence permeate him with happiness like the overwhelming smell of freshly baked cookies and become a comfort to the loss he now knows. I would I could have met you once and placed a kiss upon your brow, sang you t

Dear Airlines. . . .
Dear Airlines: Dump the male flight attendants!! No one wanted them in the first place. Replace all the female flight attendants with good-looking strippers! What the heck -- They don't even serve food anymore, so what's the loss? The strippers would at least triple the alcohol sales and get a 'party atmosphere' going in the cabin. And, of course, every businessman in this country would start flying again, hoping to see some naked women. Because of the tips, female flight attendants wouldn't need a salary, thus saving even more money. I suspect tips would be so good that they could charge the women for working the plane and even have them kick back 20% of the tips!!' Muslims would be afraid to get on the planes for fear of seeing naked women. So, hijackings would come to a screeching halt, and the airline industry would see record revenues. This is definitely a win-win situation if we handle it right - a golden opportunity to turn a liability into a hug

Dear Pussy Cunt Faggot Fucks,
I don't care if you delete me because some shmuck southerner can't take a joke. go away. nobody needs you. look at the premium grade ass in my friends list. now realize you are easily dispatched. save your faggoty bitching and goodbye.

Dear Mommy
Dear mommy, I can see you from heaven with a tear in your eye, I know you are hurting mommy but please do not cry. I know you love me , and still miss me so, but try to understand god needed me mommy so I had to go. Please give my dad and brothers a hug and kiss for me, and when you get to heaven mommy I will be the first one that you will see. I love you mommy! Your son, Zachary

"dear Kara..."
Dear Kara, I guess we first noticed something was "different" when you were still inside your mothers tummy. Nothing too out of the ordinary, just little things, you know? You didn't like loud noises, nor did you like to sit still, lol. I would hold your momma's stomach, and tell you that I was right there, and that nothing would ever hurt you. Little did I know that the enemy had already slipped underneath my tight radar. An evil beast had already attacked my precious Angel, as I slept, and there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it. I had failed to keep you safe, and didn't even realize it, yet... During delivery, you were not a happy camper. I'm not sure what was upsetting you, but before you entered this world, and soon after, I could tell that something just wasn't right. "She looks great!" the doctor told your mother and me, so we took you home as the proudest parents in the city! You were so beautiful, I wanted to take you everywhere I went, and just show the world "wh

Dear Dogs And Cats,
Dear Dogs and Cats, The dishes with the paw print are yours and contain your food. The other dishes are mine and contain my food. Please note, placing a paw print in the middle of my plate and food does not stake a claim for it becoming your food and dish, nor do I find that aesthetically pleasing in the slightest. The stairway was not designed by NASCAR and is not a racetrack. Beating me to the bottom is not the object. Tripping me doesn't help because I fall faster than you can run. I cannot buy anything bigger than a king sized bed. I am very sorry about this. Do not think I will continue sleeping on the couch to ensure your comfort. Dogs and cats can actually curl up in a ball when they sleep. It is not necessary to sleep perpendicular to each other stretched out to the fullest extent possible. I also know that sticking tails straight out and having tongues hanging out the other end to maximize space is nothing but sarcasm. For the last time, there is no

Dear Fool
Dear Fool, I saw you yesterday as you began your daily chores. You awoke without kneeling to pray. As a matter of fact, you didn't even bless your meals or pray before going to bed last night. You are so unthankful. I like that about you! I cannot tell you how glad I am that you have not changed your way of living. Fool, you are mine. Remember, you and I have been going steady for years, and I still don't love you yet. As a matter of fact, I hate you, because I hate God. I am only using you to get even with God. He kicked me out of heaven and I'm going to use you as long as possible to pay Him back. You see, Fool, GOD LOVES YOU and HE has great plans in store for you. But you have yielded your life to me and I'm going to make your life a living hell. That way we'll be together twice. This will really hurt God, thanks to you. I'm really showing Him who's boss in your life. With all of the good times we've had...We have been watching dirty movies, cursing people out, partying,

Dear God
God I have only one plea, that you not take my mother away from me. She gave me life To lose her would cut like a knife. I die inside to see her in pain, and helplessly I cry in vane! Oh please God I beg of thee Do not take my mother away from me. She is not just a mother for to me, she is a friend like no other. Her love and strength has taught me well I love her so much, can't you tell? I know we can not escape death but I shall die with her as she takes her last breath. So I beg of you don't let it be, That you should take my mother away from me!!!

Dear Friend,,,for Slow
I hear your words. yet I see the truth, Which way to go, is this dream true? And I see the world, walk past my door, But I feel the pain, soaked by life's rain. Oh Dear Friend, Can you see me now? I am myself, yet like you somehow. I'll ride this wave, to where it takes me, and I'll hold the pain, Release me.... Oh Dear Friend, Can you hear me now? I'm not myself, Not like you somehow, I'll wait up in the night, for you to speak to me, I'll open up, Release me.... please release me....

Dear Abby
Dear Abby, I am a crack dealer in Beaumont, Texas who has recently been diagnosed as a carrier of the HIV AIDS virus. My parents live in Fort Worth. One of my sisters lives in Pflugerville and is married to a transvestite. My father and mother have recently been arrested for growing and selling marijuana. They are financially dependent on my other two sisters, who are prostitutes in Dallas. I have two brothers: one is currently serving a life sentence at Huntsville for the murder of a teenage boy in 1994. My other brother is currently in jail awaiting charges of sexual misconduct with his three young teenage daughters. I have recently become engaged to marry a former prostitute who lives in Longview. She is still a part time 'working girl.' All things considered, my problem is this: I love my fiancé and look forward to bringing her into the family. BUT, I want to be totally open and honest with her. Should I tell her about my cousin who supports Barack Obama for President?

Dear Abby
Dear Abby, I am a crack dealer in Beaumont, Texas, who has recently been diagnosed as a carrier of HIV virus. My parents live in Fort Worth. One of my sisters lives in Pflugerville and is married to a transvestite. My father and mother have recently been arrested for growing and selling marijuana. They are financially dependent on my other two sisters, who are prostitutes in Dallas. I have two brothers: one is currently serving a life sentence at Huntsville for the murder of a teenage boy in 1994. My other brother is currently in jail awaiting chargesof sexual misconduct with his three children. I have recently become engaged to marry a former prostitute who lives in Longview. She is a part time 'working girl'. All things considered, my problem is this. I love my fiancé and look forward to bringing her into the family. I certainly want to be totally open and honest with her. Should I tell her about my cousin who supports BarackObama for President?

Dear Abby
Dear Abby, > > > > > > I am a crack dealer in Beaumont, Texas, who has > > recently > > > been diagnosed as a carrier of HIV virus. My parents > > live in > > > Fort Worth. One of my sisters lives in Pflugerville > > and is > > > married to a transvestite. My father and mother have > > > recently been arrested for growing and selling > > marijuana. > > > They are financially dependent on my other two > > sisters, who > > > are prostitutes in Dallas. > > > > > > I have two brothers: one is currently serving a life > > > sentence at Huntsville for the murder of a teenage boy > > in > > > 1994. My other brother is currently in jail awaiting > > charges > > > of sexual misconduct with his three children. I have > > > recently become engaged to marry a former prostitute > > who > > > lives in Longview. She is a part time 'working > > > girl'. > > > > > > All things considered, my problem is this. I love my > > > fiancé and look forward to bringing her into the >

Dear Goddess
Dear Goddess You who never kill but only change: I pray that my exuberant, suave and accidental words will move you to shower ferocious blessings down on everyone who reads this benediction. I pray that you will give them what they don't even know they want – not just the boons they think they need but everything they've always been afraid to even imagine or ask for. Dear Goddess, You wealthy anarchist burning heaven to the ground: Many of the divine chameleons out there don't even know that their souls will live forever. So please use your blinding magic to help them see that they are all wildly creative geniuses too big for their own personalities. Guide them to realize that they are all completely different from what they think they are and more exciting than they can possibly imagine. Make it illegal, immoral, irrelevant, unpatriotic and totally tasteless for them to be in love with anyone or anything that's no good for them. O God

Dear Joe & Sam
dear joe and sam im just going say this please read this know that im so fucking tried of bullshit i just some one just tell me the truth and do not be a pussy think im going fall apart becuse i benn so fucked over so manny times i do not care so you know i just find just one person that would tell me that in im not child im woman you know my nevers so shot not funny so hope you know ok i so fucking tried of this shit just want shut my self out from this dark cold world

A Dear Friend To Me....
A gentleman of humor of kindness and heart I enjoyed his chats right from the start I smiled when I saw that he was on line I enjoyed him giving me some of his time A man who is charming and smart Cute and funny he touched my heart A friend he is and forever will be I hope with this vow he will agree He's considerate of others I have found Advice that he gives others very profound But don't push his buttons or get him mad Or he just might.. oh no .. too bad

Dear Mr.president-pink
Dear Mr. President-Pink Dear Mr. President Come take a walk with me (come take a walk with me) Let's pretend we're just two people and You're not better than me I'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep What do you feel when you look in the mirror Are you proud How do you sleep while the rest of us cry How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye How do you walk with your head held high Can you even look me in the eye And tell me why Dear Mr. President Were you a lonely boy (were you a lonely boy) Are you a lonely boy (are you a lonely boy) How can you say No child is left behind We're not dumb and we're not blind (we're not blind) They're all sitting in your cells While you pave the road to hell What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away And what kin

Dear Metallica, Please Stop
seriously. i listened to your "new" single, "the day that never comes" or whatever the fuck it's called. and i must say, i am SADLY disappointed in all of you. you just went plagiarized some of your finest songs and turned it into a 8 minute onslaught of pure suckage. i was one hoping to god that rick ruben could show you all the follies of the last 15 yrs(fuck you the "black album" was awesome), but alas i was wrong. so at this point, dare i think the rest of the album should sound like this? probably. sad and pathetic. if i want to listen to those songs that you already wrote, and way much better i might add, i'll listen to those classic metal albums that made all us alienated kids happier than hell to listen to. at this point you are dead and you have no redeeming qualities as a band anymore. why don't you go and remix "...and justice for all" so everyone can truely appericate what jason newsted did on that album. signed, nathan p.s. fuck you

Dear Dog
Dear Dog, I am soooo sorry about you being sent to the dog pound for the broken lamp which you did not break; the fish tank you did not spill over; and the carpet that you did not wet; or the wall that you did not dirty with red paint. But things here at the house really are calmer now, and just to show you that there are no hard feelings between us, I am sending you a picture, so you will always remember me. Best regards, The Cat

Dear Civilians
Dear Civilians, "We know that the current state of affairs in our great nation has many civilians up in arms and excited to join the military. For those of you who can't join, you can still lend a hand. Here are a few of the areas in which we would like your assistance: 1. The next time you see an adult talking (or wearing a hat) during the playing of the National Anthem---kick their ass. 2. When you witness, firsthand, someone burning the American Flag in protest---kick their ass. 3. Regardless of the rank they held while they served, pay the highest amount of respect to all veterans. If you see anyone doing otherwise, quietly pull them aside and explain how these veterans fought for the very freedom they bask in every second. Enlighten them on the many sacrifices these veterans made to make this Nation great. Then hold them down while a disabled veteran kicks their ass. 4. (GUYS) If you were never in the military, DO NOT pretend that you were. Wearing battle dress uniform

Dear Fu Bad Girls Club™©
ALL FU BAD GIRL MEMBERS I HAVE CHANGED MY MIND AND HAVE DECIDED TO KEEP FU BAD GIRLS CLUB™© OPEN. BUT HERE IS THE DEAL IF YOU DO NOT WANT TO STAY ON THE LIST. BECAUSE OF ALL THAT HAS HAPPEN. I WILL DELETE YOU, EVEN THOUGH I AM SORRY YOU ARE LEAVING. BECAUSE I PROMISE THERE WILL BE NO MORE DRAMA. I AM GONNA KEEP FU BAD GIRLS CLUB™© ONLY TO FRIENDS. AND IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO INVITE SOMEONE TELL THEM THEY ARE MORE THAN WELCOME. BUT I WILL NOT BE PUTTING UP ANY BULLETINS ON IT. THAT WAY I CAN KEEP THE DRAMA OUT. I WILL STILL GIVE OUT BLAST AND PRIZES. SO IF YOU WANT TO LEAVE JUST LET ME KNOW IF NOT SEND ME A SMILE. LOVE YOU ALL. 'HUGGGGGGGGGGS' MY LINK IS: *JuicyFruit(Bi)69*owner of Fu Bad Girls*fu gf to my sweet Velvet Moon*Rating Revolution*fu owned by@ fubar

Dear: Women Who Hurt?
I wish that I could put a smile where you're frown is. It saddens me that so many females hurt, I know it is a part of life. What bothers me is that foolish males cause them to hate us good guys that really but you won't believe us cause some ass that did't care. I want to start my own lounge here for people to just vent or like confessinon booth. Tell me what you think.

Dear God
A lonely road, crossed another cold state line Miles away from those I love purpose hard to find While I recall all the words you spoke to me Can't help but wish that I was there Back where I'd love to be, oh yeah Dear God the only thing I ask of you is to hold her when I'm not around when I'm much too far away We all need that person who can be true to you But I left her when I found her And now I wish I'd stayed 'Cause I'm lonely and I'm tired I'm missing you again oh no Once again There's nothing here for me on this barren road There's no one here while the city sleeps and all the shops are closed Can't help but think of the times I've had with you Pictures and some memories will have to help me through, oh yeah Dear God the only thing I ask of you is to hold her when I'm not around when I'm much too far away We all need that person who can be true to you I left her when I found her And now I wish I'd stayed 'Cause I'm lonely and I'm tired I'm missing

Dear Fubar
Dear Fubar I know and agree with you since 2007 you have told me this over 20 times.Ian === 'fubar Support' wrote the following at '2008-09-28 05:57:01'.. > > Dear leg: > > You have stopped collecting points because you cannot move higher than > level 10 without a salute. To continue accumulating points and move to a > higher level, please post a salute. The process is explained in the fubar > Bible section on salutes. > > Salute Help > > -fubar family

Dear God
I know you are disapointed in my actions and my speech is tainted but in your word you told me to pray for those that do me wrong and treat my enemies right not because I want to but cause you want me to. I heard preachers say yo have to die to self, I understand the wrong inside us what you want to change, cause it is in our nature to be selfish;greedy and mostly self centered. THE PRAYER God in heaven I pray for my enemies and the saving of the souls of my enemies, truly!!! Help them by opening their eyes when they they are ready to see, if he refuse to see show them their true self and their worth. I ask peace for their mind understanding for their heart and most of all a special request for just for the wrong in the world a glimps of their life through your eves, then tell them what you would like to see in their life. P.S. Show me how to love those that hate me. Below the negative Below the positive

Dear Tech Support,
Last year I upgraded from Girlfriend 7.0 to Wife 1.0 and noticed that the new program began unexpected child processing that took up a lot of new space and valuable resources. No mention of this phenomenon was included in the product brochure. In addition, Wife 1.0 installs itself into all other programs and launches during system initialization, where it monitors all other system activity. Applications such as Poker Night 10.3, Porn Magazine Stash 3.1, Drunken Boys Night Out at a Strip Club 2.5 and Saturday Football 5.0 no longer run, crashing the system whenever selected. I cannot seem to keep wife 1.0 in the background while attempting to run some of my other favorite applications. I am thinking about going back to Girlfriend 7.0, but the uninstall does not work on this program. Can you please help me!!!??? Thanks, A TROUBLED USER ------------------------------------------------------------ Dear TROUBLED USER, This is a very common problem men complain a

Dear Mr. President
"Dear Mr. President" (feat. Indigo Girls) Dear Mr. President, Come take a walk with me. Let's pretend we're just two people and You're not better than me. I'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly. What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street? Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep? What do you feel when you look in the mirror? Are you proud? How do you sleep while the rest of us cry? How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye? How do you walk with your head held high? Can you even look me in the eye And tell me why? Dear Mr. President, Were you a lonely boy? Are you a lonely boy? Are you a lonely boy? How can you say No child is left behind? We're not dumb and we're not blind. They're all sitting in your cells While you pave the road to hell. What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away? And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay? I can only im

Dear Self
This is, without a doubt, the most private of my writings. When I first wrote it about 4 months ago, I had no intention of letting anybody see it. But now, it's just another reflection of my old self and the torment I allowed somebody else (and myself) to put me through. Dear Self: It's been awhile since I've had a chance to sit down with you and just talk In your current condition, I doubt you would have even listened to me But believe me, I'm not trying to tell you what to do; just lending a helping hand I'm not going to tell you that everything is going to be alright Or that you should just move on as if it was so simple I know that's the last thing you need to hear from me, or anybody else for that matter And it certainly won't make you feel any better I know you will come around on your own time and your own insight of the whole situation She hurt you bad She was a cold hypocrite and a liar A liar that you loved even more than you reali

Dear Santa
If at all possible could you bring me my coin collection back for Christmas? I have looked everywhere for it and it is nowhere to be seen. I'm sure you will have no problem recognizing it. it's the one in the brown wooden box with coins given to me by my great grandfather and both grandfathers plus the coins I have bought over the years. It means an awful lot to me and I would really like to have it back but I understand if you can't bring it to me. I'm sure they have found new homes by now.

Dear Upstairs Neighbor,
I wish you would seriously STFU! You walk like a freaking drag queen in seven inch heels. What the hell could you possibly be doing up there? You've been here like a month, so you can't STILL be moving furniture. I will get around to telling you this...eventually...but right now I'm too lazy to make a trip up all those stairs just to tell you what you should already know...it's an apartment and you can't walk like a damn elephant! If I flash you will you shut up? That would be great. Sincerely, Deni

Dear Mr. Obama,
This letter is so well written, it may even make some of his supporters think twice; or maybe not. Nonetheless it has 7 remarkably great questions to the type of man he is. I don't know who Mark Gregg is but I am so glad this eloquent letter is circulating.....please help keep it going. Dear Mr. Obama, It is August 30, 2008. My name is Mark Gregg. I am a 50 something conservative white male. I have followed your campaign closely, including the speeches you and others made at the democratic national convention. I am respectfully providing you with seven simple (probably shallow) reasons why I could never vote for you. I believe my opinion is shared by many people. While there may not be quite enough to prevent you from becoming president of this nation, I do think there is an awakening to the fact that you are not a (the) messiah that the media and liberal Hollywood entertainers are trying to portray you. 1. I hear your mantra of change,, change. Yet, you picked a

Dear Senator Obama
A letter to Senator Obama This letter deserves circulation. There are millions who feel the same way. Interesting and perhaps indisputable points. For some reason, liberals really detest this letter, and they see hate in the words rather than facts and opinions. Keep it moving till the election. Send to everyone and hope that all will at least read some of it. Dear Mr. Obama: It is August 30, 2008. My name is Mark Gregg. I am a 50 something, conservative white male. I have followed your campaign closely, including the speeches you and others made at the democratic national convention. I am respectfully providing you with seven simple reasons why I could never vote for you. I believe that many people share my opinion. I do think that there needs to be an awakening to the fact that you are not a (the) messiah that the media and liberal Hollywood entertainers are trying to portray you as. 1. I hear your mantra of change, change, and change. Yet, you picked a l

Dear Joanne Hawkins
I wake only knowing that you are calling me, The sound of an angel whispering I love you, I miss you, in my ear as I wake each morning. I spend my days lost in thought of you, not knowing how but when I can feel you next to me, me needing you to hold... You are everything that I find wanting if life Joanne, you are my dream, I breath you, live you, seek you out in everything I do. A day with out you is a day, each day that I am lonely, a day that I am lost with out you... you are the sound of life, the beating of my heart and with out you I am nothing, I go through my day not to get to the next, but to find you laying there when I open my eyes. you see, I have counted on many things in my life, but i never thought i would ever find someone so pure, full of love for me as you have... i figured that one day I would know what love is but never thought love would be you, you have givin me something to believe in, you have walked into my life like the wind on my face, like the sun that leav

Dear Fubar Friends
will iam gettin rid of my fubar account i just really dont have the time anymore but it was nice meeting all of you..keep in touch with me if you are on my yahoo.i will truly miss all of you.kisses and hugs.

Dear Red States
Dear Red States, We've decided we're leaving. We intend to form our own country, and we're taking the other Blue States with us. In case you aren't aware, that includes Hawaii, California, Oregon, Washington, Minnesota, Wisconsin, Michigan, Illinois, New York, and all of the Northeastern states. After this election, we'll be adding Colorado and New Mexico. (AND HOPEFULLY VA, PA, and FLA). We believe this split will be beneficial to the nation, especially to the people of our new country - Nuevo California. To sum up brief&

Dear Red States
[[Stolen from CAM who stole it from T$$]] Blue States Dear Red States, We've decided we're leaving. We intend to form our own country, and we're taking the other Blue States with us. In case you aren't aware, that includes Hawaii, California, Oregon, Washington, Minnesota, Wisconsin, Michigan, Illinois, New York, and all of the Northeastern states. After this election, we'll be adding Colorado and New Mexico. (AND HOPEFULLY VA, PA, and FLA). We believe this split will be beneficial to the nation, especially to the people of our new country -

Dear Red States.
STOLEN FROM C.A.M. WHO STOLE THIS FROM T.S.S. Blue States Dear Red States, We've decided we're leaving. We intend to form our own country, and we're taking the other Blue States with us. In case you aren't aware, that includes Hawaii, California, Oregon, Washington, Minnesota, Wisconsin, Michigan, Illinois, New York, and all of the Northeastern states. After this election, we'll be adding Colorado and New Mexico. (AND HOPEFULLY VA, PA, and FLA). We believe this split will be beneficial to the nation, especially to the people of our new count

Dear Dr. Laura. (i Found This Quite Interesting)
Dr. Laura Schlessinger is a radio personality who dispenses advice to people who call in to her radio show. Recently, she said that, as an observant Orthodox Jew, homosexuality is an abomination according to Leviticus 18:22 and cannot be condoned under any circumstance. The following is an open letter to Dr. Laura penned by a east coast resident, which was posted on the Internet. It's funny, as well as informative: Dear Dr. Laura: Thank you for doing so much to educate people regarding God's Law. I have learned a great deal from your show, and try to share that knowledge with as many people as I can. When someone tries to defend the homosexual lifestyle, for example, I simply remind them that Leviticus 18:22 clearly states it to be an abomination. End of debate. I do need some advice from you, however, regarding some of the other specific laws and how to follow them: A friend of mine feels that even though eating shellfish is an abomination - Lev. 11:10, it i

Dear Me
Dear Me, I know I havent always been the best person. Sometimes, its hard to look at me I know. Somtimes you just want to leave and I understand. I have put you throught hell. The choices I have made, have not always been the best. You have gotten stomped on beat on and put down. Most of all you have been left. Please forgive me. I will try to do better next time. I can understand that if your to hurt to move on that letting go would be the best thing to do. But Let go of: The Hurt Expecations Anger Doubt Second Guessing and your view apon me Dont please dont ever let go of me. I will try To make better choices this time. Try to keep your feet on the ground while still letting your dreams sore. Try to protect you from hurt, and sorrow. But I am only human, and I live inside you to let me try to do those things you have to let me out. Show people that you arent a rock that can be tossed aside or skipped across the lake. You have to let them see that you hav

Dear Amy
Dear Amy, I don't really know how to tell you this, but you're mean. I think I realized it when I quoted Forrest Gump at the mental hospital and I saw you sit on my prized statue of Michael Jackson in the nude. I'm sure you're open enough to understand that I get turned on only by garbage men. I'm returning our matching Snoopy underwear to you, but I'll keep your mom as a memory. You should also know that I am better off without you and I will haunt you when I’m reincarnated as an Eskimo. Your everlasting enemy, Neil Here's how it works. Dear , I don't really know how to tell you this, but (1). I think I realized it (2) (3) and I saw you (4) (5). I'm sure you're (6) enough to understand

Dear Neil
Dear Neil, I don't really know how to tell you this, but you're a leprechaun. I think I realized it that night you picked your nose at the mental hospital and I saw you put whipped cream on my salt-beef bucket. I'm sure you're slutty enought to understand that your smell makes me vomit. I'm returning your nose hair clippers to you, but I'll keep your mom as a memory. You should also know that I am better off without you and thanks for the cocaine. Best of luck on the sex change, Amy Dear , I don't really know how to tell you this, but (1). I think I realized it (2) (3) and I saw you (4) (5). I'm sure you're (6) enough to understand (7). I'm returning (8) to you, but I'll keep (9) as a memory. You should also know that I (10) and (11). (12), (Your name) 1) What's the color of your shirt

A Dear Friend
Not alot of people knew that Jack was sick and had been fighting leukemia for a long time now. I had talked to Jack maybe a month ago. I got a phone call from someone this morning saying there was a friend of Jackson. (most know as Jack) Jack had surgery not to long ago because they had found a tumor on his brain. They could not remove it all. But had been doing well, never complained as he was always such a fun loving person. It saddens me to have to tell you that Jack passed away yesterday morning. I just had to call his phone to see if he would answer..It had been bothering me all day. So I did and his cousin answered. She confirmed that Jack had passed. I was just hoping by some small chance that he would answer..... Anyway, I know a few of my friends here knew him. Even though he has been gone from Fubar for a while. I just thought you should know.

Dear Child, O Child Now Why Do You Weep?
dear child, o child now why do you weep? all this dust an soil all over your feet.. the tears you shed an riddled with guilt.. dear child, dear child, you grit your teeth.. o sir, please sir, leave me be.. for i have sinned a horrid feat.. no blessing will cure or rebuke such foul.. dear sir, dear sir, ignore i, the child.. o hush, my angel, there is no great sin.. but wipe your mind, an fix your ring.. pick up your heart, an let it breath.. dear child, dear child, let me see.. o sir, this thing will never be passed.. my act of hate my act of furry.. this night will scar my deeply.. dear sir, you will regret such wish.. an angel of god, so pure an clean.. whats the most could you have bring.. nothing but forgiveness lingers away.. dear child, i lend my ear, now please say.. o sir, i have harmed her deep in her sleep.. slit her throat an watched her bleed.. the sight was gruesome yet lovely to.. dear sir, dear sir, can you still bare?? the scream of f

Dear Hope 10-19-08
I want to be a better man. I want to be loved as human. I want to be trusted as a child. I want to be as smart as you. I want to be remembered as forgotten. I want to be livid over lust and perfected in sex. I don't want the world to tell me I should listen to myself. I want you to hate me for my arrogance and not my pride. I want to be taken advantage of by my rewards, and appreciated by my enemies. I want the madness to end and a life to begin. I want you to see my worth, and ignore this shortcoming. Ignore the lie and see the child grow into the man. In exchange for her trust I will vow no lie. In exchange for my honesty I want celebrity. For celebrity I want to be alone.. Promises promises. I will in the end say I am who I need to be. I will give no reason or no excuse for who I am. I will never apologize in search of acceptance, and I will not say I love you looking for approval. Love is not trust it is love. I will never say a lie. I will never cross that line again. I will ne

Dear Dad
I passed by his son's bedroom was astonished to see that his bed was nicely made and everything was picked up. Then he saw an envelope, propped up prominently on the pillow that was addressed to 'Dad.' With the worst premonition he opened the envelope with trembling hands and read the letter. Dear Dad: It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm writing you. I had to elope with my new girlfriend because I wanted to avoid a scene with Mom and you. I have been finding real passion with Stacy and she is so nice. But I knew you would not approve of her because of all her piercing, tattoos, tight motorcycle clothes and the fact that she is much older than I am. But it's not only the passion...Dad she's pregnant. Stacy said that we will be very happy. She owns a trailer in the woods and has a stack of firewood for the whole winter. We share a dream of having many more children. Stacy has opened my eyes to the fact that marijuana doesn't really hurt anyone

Dear Santa...
I've been a good mom all year. I've fed, cleaned and cuddled my children on demand, visited the doctor's office more than my doctor and sold sixty-two cases of candy bars to raise money to plant a shade tree on the school playground. I was hoping you could spread my list out over several Christmases, since I had to write this letter with my son's red crayon, on the back of a receipt in the laundry room between cycles, and who knows when I'll find anymore free time in the next 18 years. Here are my Christmas wishes: I'd like a pair of legs that don't ache (in any color, except purple, which I already have) and arms that don't hurt or flap in the breeze, but are strong enough to pull my screaming child out of the candy aisle in the grocery store. I'd also like a waist, since I lost mine somewhere in the seventh month of my last pregnancy. If you're hauling big ticket items this year I'd like fingerprint resistant windows and a radio that only plays adult music, a television

Dear Mr. President
Dear Mr. President, Come take a walk with me. Let's pretend we're just two people and You're not better than me. I'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly. What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street? Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep? What do you feel when you look in the mirror? Are you proud? How do you sleep while the rest of us cry? How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye? How do you walk with your head held high? Can you even look me in the eye And tell me why? Dear Mr. President, Were you a lonely boy? Are you a lonely boy? Are you a lonely boy? How can you say No child is left behind? We're not dumb and we're not blind. They're all sitting in your cells While you pave the road to hell. What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away? And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay? I can only imagine what the first lady has to say You've c

Dear: _____
What I want to say vs what im not going to say to you, but write in an obscure way around you. Im loved by you, but ignored. I am wanted by you, but so does a 100 guys in an acution. And yes I know the idea of an online life is different that of a real one, but it’s the person you project when you say you love me, that meakes me not love you. How am I important to you? Im just a guy you give a few minutes to a night, But give hours to strangers. How can you tell me you love anyone with that rational. To be honest I guess its not your fault I let it happen, I responded out of hope and want. I should have known im just an option. You said you liked my traits and that was a huge red flag. So I don’t drink, don’t do drugs and im forced to do good things, does not make me a good guy. Does that make you love me? Cause of traits? No it doesn’t! not unless your idea of love is showing yourself to a thousands of random people and flirting with others. Being up for auction on a web site is

Dear Santa
Dear Santa, I wish this year for xmas in my real life lots of love from n for my family, that we all have good ealth for the next year, that we can work on our lil mistakes to make the life for each other better, that everything gets even better with our situation, lots of chocolate kisses (lol) and on fubar well like most of the people blingpacks or blings rates love fubucks VIP's and for everyone lots of fun on here cookies n milk is standing here on the table so come n get it mr. Santa love K aka cutemommy82

Dear Santa
DEAR SANTA Dear Santa, I know I haven't been all that good but if I had someone to love, I promise I would do what I should I want someone that will be there for better or worst I want someone that I can hold to the highest and she will put me first Dear Santa, I know it's the giving time of year I don't want much, just someone special to hold near I know there are people more in need than I I just want someone to touch and hear her sigh Dear Santa, I don't want any presents or toys I want a love that will last and all those little joys I just want someone to love me for me and not try to change me into what they want me to be Dear Santa, would it be wrong of me, would it be too much to ask for someone that will always be here, for a love that will last I know there is suppose to be someone for me and someone for you but so far, I haven't found that someone special that's true Dear Santa, there is someone that I want for this happy occasion but she can't

Dear Soulmate!
What if what you are looking for may be one phone call away, one contact away, one smile away, and one touch away. In their search for true love in this vast universe, two people paths crossed, and the story unfolds. Maybe our story will begin now. I hope that somewhere in these pages your soul will recognize mine. It may happen in the first sentence or last, but stop for a moment and realize that for a moment in time we have become one in thought.. Somewhere in your heart a long time ago a truth that has been buried for such a long time and is finally awaken with the words that I am writing. You must be thinking that you stumble on me by accident? No, everything happens for a reason, fate has takes hold and leads us in the right direction. It led you to me. I want to share myself with you. Yes I have been hurt. I am sure you’re past disappointments and hurt as well and still do. We will erase the pain for each other. Then I have my fears. Will I be what you want? What you need? Wh

Dear Pets...
PET RULES To be posted VERY LOW on the refrigerator door - nose height. Dear Dogs and Cats, The dishes with the paw prints are yours and contain your food. The other dishes are mine and contain my food. Please note, placing a paw print in the middle of my plate of food does not stake a claim for it becoming your food and dish, nor do I find that aesthetically pleasing in the slightest. The stairway was not designed by NASCAR and is not a racetrack. Beating me to the bottom is not the object. Tripping me doesn't help because I fall faster than you can run. I cannot buy anything bigger than a king sized bed. I am very sorry about this. Do not think I will continue sleeping on the couch to ensure your comfort. Dogs and cats can actually curl up in a ball when they sleep. It is not necessary to sleep perpendicular to each other stretched out to the fullest extent possible. I also know that sticking tails straight out and having tongues hanging out the other end

Dear Creeper
Go fuck a cow, you creepy whore. Creepers annoy me. Especially when they keep creeping time and time again. I think they should shove their noses in a pencil sharpener instead. ESPECIALLY creepers with profiles like this one: No one wants your fat, saggy pussy. This has been the blog of an annoyed erik.md ...who's not usually this bitter.

Dear, You
Dear, you: one time you were my hope, my escape, and my love. Now you are a distant memory of what was. Did the time that we shared really mean anything to you? was I just another woman to fuck? was I a joke...using my heart as your punch line? Looking back...you must think I'm so naive to have believed your lies. Laughing at my expense. You reeled me in...with your smooth lines...and soft touches. I melted with your kisses, your caresses, surrendered in your embrace, and fell in what I thought was your love. I feel so stupid for letting you in. I had spent so many years protecting my heart. With you... my walls came crashing down around me. For once I felt alive. I felt wanted, needed, and desired. Most importantly I felt pretty. Now I am so afraid that those too were a part of your deceit. Were they just "things" that you told me to keep me around? I fell right into the place that you wanted me in. I was foolish to think that I was "YOUR" only one...tha

Dear Friend
He tells me good-bye. For him was it ever real? When I was there was I really just alone? When he kissed me was he thinking of me? When we made love was it just a game for him? He loves me, He loves me not, there is never enough petals on the flower The final petal drawn from the stem is never the answer you want 24 hours a day most of them spent thinking of him, maybe I was wrong, maybe I wanted more then he was ready for. These questions run through my head and refuse to let me sleep. My heartaches, my stomach aches, what am I thinking, why am I so upset. We talked about our pasts, and we shared our hopes and dreams. I feel bad for what has been missing in his life and I hope with all my heart he finds what he deserves. I miss you! There is no other way to say it. Do you miss me? Did you care? Was it ever real The feeling of your arms around me as you lay a kiss upon my head made my body melt I was your friend before we heald hands I was yo

Dear That Special Someone For Me
I know you are out there and it's just a matter of time before we find each other. I am looking forward to that day with all my heart. I am preparing myself for you each day. Imagining what you could be like. What do you look like? Are you tall, dark, and handsome or are you short, thick, cuddly, and good looking? No matter what, you are for me and I will love you regardless what happens through the years. I hope to grow old with you for the rest of my life. To celebrate good times with you and support each other through the bad times. Marriage is a journey that we will grow together through. We will learn things about each other every day. We will not always have good times but we will always love each other and work through our problems. Marriage is forever. So I promise you forever. We will have fun watching football games, taking walks, and watching movies. I look forward to that day and until then, I will be waiting for you with open arms and my heart full of love just for you.

Dear All
THIS IS A CLEANING BLOG!! MEANING IF U NO LONGER WANT TO BE MY FAN FRIEND OR FAMILY SIMPLY REMOVE ME FROM UR LIST AND I WIL DO WHAT I CAN ON MY END!! WITH MY BIRTHDAY COMING UP I AM STARTING OVER WITH THE LIST I HAVE AND IF U WANT OFF LET ME KNOW ASAP

Dear Ma And Pa;
(Now at Camp Pendleton, San Diego, Marine Corps Recruit Training) Dear Ma and Pa: I am well. Hope you are too. Tell Brother Walt and Brother Elmer that the Marine Corps beats working for old man Minch by a mile. Tell them to join up quick before all of the places are filled. I was restless at first because you got to stay in bed till nearly 6 a.m., but I am getting so I like to sleep late. Tell Walt and Elmer all you do before breakfast is smooth your cot and shine some things. No hogs to slop, feed to pitch, mash to mix, wood to split, fire to lay... practically nothing. Men got to shave but it's not so bad... there's warm water. Breakfast is strong on trimmings like fruit juice, cereal, eggs, bacon, etc., but kind of weak on chops, potatoes, ham, steak, fried eggplant, pie, and other regular food, but tell Walt and Elmer you can always sit by the two city boys that live on coffee. Their food plus yours holds you 'til noon when you get fed again. It's no wonder these city boy

Dear Prudence(atu)
Dana Fuchs: Dear Prudence, won't you come out to play? Dear Prudence, greet the brand new day.. The sun is up, the sky is blue It's beautiful, and so are you Dear Prudence, won't you come out to play? Jim Sturgess: Dear Prudence, open up your eyes Evan Rachel Wood: Dear Prudence, see the sunny skies... Jim, Joe, and Evan: The wind is low The birds all sing That you are part of everything Joe Anderson: Dear Prudence, won't you open up your eyes Jim, Joe, and Evan: Look around, round, round, round, round (x4) Look around.... Dear Prudence, won't you come out to play Dear Prudence, greet the brand new day... The sun is up, the sky is blue Its beautiful, and so are you Dear Prudence, won't you come out to play Look around, round, round, round, round (x16) Look around......

Dear Dad
Every year at this time I take and write my father a letter....He passed away on Febuary 1st 2003 and this is my way of grieving...I lost him at 2:45 Febuary 1st...He was 62 and his birthday is a week from today.... Dear Dad, Well it has been 6 years since ya left us...Still feels like just yesterday that ya went peacfully into gods hands!!! Well as ya know I write this to ya every year to let ya know what has gone on with me and the kids in the last year wether its good or bad...Well I met the man of my dreams last and couldnt have asked for a better man than what I have found...Really wished ya couldve met ya wonderful new son in law...Patrick is great to me and the kids, I have inherited 3 of the greatest step kids ya could have ever imangined...yea believe it or not I re married again...Didnt think I would have ever done it but I did and I have never been so happy in my life...As ya know I fought Washtenaw County forever it seemed like and they terminated my rights fr

Dear Non-pregnant Person,
Dear Non-Pregnant Person, I hope you find these guidelines helpful in your interactions with pregnant women, as failing to follow them may result in serious physical harm. If you are thinking, surely she doesn't mean me- then you should probably read this twice. 1) The appropriate response to a couple telling you they are having a baby is "Congratulations!" with enthusiasm. Any other response makes you an ass!!! 2) Through the wonders of science, we now know that babies are made ONLY by the mother and father- not grandparents. Unless the baby is in your uterus or you are the man that helped put it there, you may not ever use the phrase "my baby". 3) On the same note, unless you made the baby as defined in 2, the pregnancy, birth and raising of the child are not about you. You do not have input. No one wants to hear your opinion unless they ask for it. 4) The body of a pregnant women should be treated the same as any other body. You would not randomly touch some

Dear Enemy
Awake and losing sleep and wanting to be anything but me another day one more headache knock me out it hurts too much give me something give me anything ill burn this bridge when it comes crashing I'll write down all my mistakes to remind me why my heart is still beating I think I'm going insane and to think I knew myself Talking to myself but everything I said I wanna take it back All the things I never meant All the words that shattered glass give me something give me anything i'll burn this bridge when it comes crashing I'll write down all my mistakes to remind me why my heart is still beating I think I'm going insane and to think I knew myself I'll write down all my mistakes to remind me why my heart is still beating I think I'm going insane and to think I knew myself (think I knew myself) I'll write down all my mistakes (while my heart is still beating0 I think I'm going insane and to think I knew myself ©ALightDivided2009

Dear Friend
Dear to My Heart A friend is dear to your heart, and will never part. A friend always stays, and never delays. A friend won't capitalize on weakness and will celebrate your uniqueness. A friend will share the glory and tell you a story. A friend will remember your secrets, and never leak them out. A friend will triumph in time of need and will be there with lightning speed. A friend doesn't like to fight and doesn't always have to be right. A friend will be your inspiration and join you in celebrations. A friend won't envy you any achievements and will always leave imprints on your heart. A friend will communicate with your soul, and help you meet your goals. A friend won't ever let you down or turn your smile into a frown. A friend is richer than gold, and a work of art to behold. Be careful and don't let your friends Go Pass this on to the friends you love Even me if i count Love ya a bunch Thank you for being a friend

Dear Lord
Lord Jesus Thank you for letting me live to see another day. Thank you for the blessings that you have giving me and about to give me in the future. Thank you for being by my side though all these years. Without you, I would've been a whole lot worst. Please forgive me for any sin that I've committed or anything I've done wrong. Please forgive me if I've ever been negative in any kind of way. Please cleanse me with your blood and make me a new creature. Please forgive me if I haven't been listening to you or your word. I'm not perfect or never will be perfect. Please make me a better person, dear Lord Just get rid of the old me, because right now, I need your help and guidance. I know that I'm not right and did stuff that I shouldn't have done and said things that I shouldn't have said, dear Lord, and I want my relationship with you to be a lot strong and better. I wanna get right with you, Lord. I know I've payed attention to the wrong people and i

Dear Nobody In Paticular,
I sat down with a pen in hand to type you a letter, excuse the typewriter. I dont live where I used to because I moved to where I live now. When you come to see me you can ask anybody where I live, because nobody knows. I'm sorry we live so far together, I wish we were closer apart. We are having more weather this year than last year. My Aunt Nellie died and is doing fine, And I hope you are doing the same. She was on the road to recovery, but the doctor gave up on her when she died. I started to Cedar Grove to see you and I saw a sign that said "This takes you to Cedar Grove", I sat on it for 3 hrs. but it wouldn't move. I'm sending you a coat by mail, I cut the buttons off to make it lighter, their in the pockets. If you don't get this letter, let me know and I'll send it to you. The neighbors baby swallowed a pin, so they fed it a pin coushin and everything is fine. Did you hear about your uncles accident, he had his eyes on a seat and someone sat on

Dearest Friend...
Dearest Friend, You are the wrinkle on my blouse, The stain on my freshly-bleached shirt. You are the rain-cloud in my horizon, The bright-pink sunburn on the tops of my knees. You are the phone call that wakes me up from deepest sleep. You are the sore on the roof of my mouth. You are the lingering foul odor in the room. The congealed scum of soap griming the bath-tub. You are the clump of dirt on the kitchen floor that I consumed, Under the false impression that you were a chocolate-chip. You are the ice-cream that I licked, Thinking you were chocolate, but you were nato-bean flavored. You may be all of these things...but the best thing of all is, that you're my friend!..and I couldn't ask for a better one than you! Thank you, my dearest friend!

Dear Momma Dln
When I was young me and my mama had beef Seventeen years old kicked out on the streets Though back at the time, I never thought I'd see her face Ain't a woman alive that could take my mama's place Suspended from school; and scared to go home, I was a fool with the big boys, breakin all the rules I shed tears with my baby sister Over the years we was poorer than the other little kids And even though we had different daddy's, the same drama When things went wrong we'd blame mama I reminice on the stress I caused, it was hell Huggin on my mama from a jail cell And who'd think in elementary? Heeey! I see the penitentiary, one day And runnin from the police, that's right Mama catch me, put a whoopin to my backside And even as a crack fiend, mama You always was a black queen, mama I finally understand for a woman it ain't easy tryin to raise a man You always was committed A poor single mother on welfare, tell me how ya did it There's no way I can pay you back But the p

Dear Mr.president
Dear Mr.President I am not homeless or out of work And I am not starving at all I don't need a new winter coat And I don't need a new car I will be honest and straight up In saying that is not at all Why I wrote this note To you, Mr.President I do have a bit of a problem With my vision though As my eyes are getting Glaucomic and old I could use a new pair of glasses, I suppose But just to be honest with you A wide screen 52 inch color RCA LED T.V Would be best for me Since then I could see quite well And not need glasses, You see? While you are at it, Mr President I could use Surround Sound With my new TV You see, my hearing isn't as good These days as it used to be And Surround is easier to hear Than the built in speaker system That comes with the factory model Of the TV I need, my Dear Also Mr. President I could use A new Honda Gold Wing, if you please Or just a nice Harley Davidson in red Even used would be appreciated So long as it runs and

Dear God
Dear God lyrics A lonely road, crossed another cold state line Miles away from those I love Hope is hard to find While I recall all the words you spoke to me Can't help but wish that I was there And where I'd love to be, oh yeah Dear God the only thing I ask of you Is to hold her when I'm not around When I'm much too far away We all need that person who can be true to you But I left her when I found her And now I wish I'd stayed 'Cause I'm lonely and I'm tired I'm missing you again, oh no Once again There's nothing here for me on this barren road There's no one here while the city sleeps And all the shops are closed Can't help but think of the times I've had with you Pictures and some memories will have to help me through, oh yeah Dear God the only thing I ask of you is To hold her when I'm not around, When I'm much too far away We all need that person who can be true to you I left her when I found her And now I wish I'd stayed 'Cause I'm lonely and

Dear Amazement
you swarm my mind knock out my pride you're perfect for me I'm perfect for you and the price of every kiss i won't ignore you i learned from hope and faith if morning never comes then this i pray to you this poem is for you and the words that cut my lips are worth every scare who knew it would be like this you amaze me you seem to always impress me wish you were here my dear amazement

"dear God"
DEAR GOD KNOW THAT I AM GONE IN PEACE LOOKING AT THE ONES SITTING AT MY GRAVE WITH A ROSE CRYING SAYING GOOD BYE,THANKING YOU AT THE SAME TIME FOR FINELY GIVING MY PEACE . STILL ASKING YOU THO FOR THING TO CHANGE DOWN THERE ON THAT CRICKED WORLD AS I KEEP SEEING LITTLE ONES DIEING AN CRYING HEARING THEM FEELING THERE PAIN WISHING THERE WAS MORE I COULD DO TO HELP THEM SO I JUST PRAY TO YOU IN THIS BEAUTIFUL PLACE IN HEAVEN MY THUG ANGEL WINGS ARE WIDE OPEN KNOW FINELY GOT A PLACE TO SIT DOWN TO UNWINE ,KNOWING EVERYTHING IS OK . KNOWING THEY KNOW THIS THUG ANGEL IS THERE BYE THERE SIDE ,GIVING THE LITTLE ONES THAT PASS AWAY A HUG A KISS AS THEY WALK THROUGH THE GOLD GATES HEAR IN HEAVEN ,KNOWING THAT MY PAIN WAS TO SPREAD MORE SMILES THIN TEARS WHEN I WAS DOWN THERE ,KNOWING THAT YOUR STILL FEELING EVERY ONES PAIN AN RAIN HEARING THEM CRY DOWN THERE . THANKING YOU HEAVENLY FATHER FOR MY PEACE I BEEN PRAYING FOR SO LONG THAT YOU FINELY GAVE ME AMEN.

Dear Musician's And Artist's That Visit My Page
DEAR MUSICIAN'S AND ARTIST'S THAT VISIT MY PAGE, =================================== I AM Guy Jamison Wood, or {aka} © DREXER SHIFT-DRIFTER. YOU ARE ALL MY GREATEST AND MOST FANTASTIC AND TALENTED MUSICAL AND ARTISTIC INFLUENCES FOR MORE THAN 18 YEARS OF MY LIFE AND MY LIFE'S WORK. I HUMBLY ASK IF I COULD PLEASE HAVE YOUR SUPPORT BY HELPING ME EXPOSE MY WORK TO THE WORLD FROM YOUR POPULARITY OF NUMEROUS FANS THAT COME TO YOUR PAGE ON MySpace THAT CAN SEE MY WORK AS AN HTML IMAGE IN YOUR COMMENTS FIELD? WOULD YOU EXCEPT ME AS A FRIEND THAT I KNOW, NOW OR LATER, THAT I HOPE TO BECOME A MEMORY OF THIS WORLD THROUGH MY WORK? YOU'RE WORK WILL RING THROUGHOUT THE AGES OF YOUR GIFTED AND TALENTED CREATIVITY THAT I HAVE ALWAYS CHERISHED AND INFINITELY APPRECIATED. AS DO I WISH TO BE AMONG YOU ALL THAT MY TALENT AS YOURS WILL RING THROUGHOUT THE AGES IN THIS WOULD, AND THE NEXT WITH YOUR HELP. YOUR WORK HAS ALWAYS INSPIRED THE CREATIVITY IN ALL OF MY ARTWORK WHEN I LISTEN TO YOU AND INFL

Dear Friends....
It saddens me to say that finally the fu-drama has found my page and my real life. Due to some very rude and inconsiderate person who claims to "love" me harrassing me and my friends I am having to consider leaving this site. I told myself if this place ever stopped being fun for me that i would leave instead of getting caught up with the crap and that is what i feel i need to do now because this is no longer fun for me when i have to wonder which one of my friends will be harrassed by this person next. It really sucks because i have made so many wonderful friends and had such great times on here. I have asked that person to reveal their true identity on here but even though they "love" me and are covinced we are to be together they refuse to tell me who they really are so iI can deal with this on a 1 on 1 basis...instead they would rather have me remove everybody them included. Also since I have added many of you to my yahoo messenger I am going to have to block and delete everybody

Dear Diary.
Dear Diary, For my birthday this year, my daughter (the dear) purchased a week of personal training at the local health club for me. Although I am still in great shape since being a high school football cheerleader 55 years ago, I decided it would be a good idea to go ahead and give it a try. I called the club and made my reservations with a personal trainer named Belinda, who identified herself as a 26-year-old aerobics instructor and model for athletic clothing and swim wear. My daughter seemed pleased with my enthusiasm to get started! The club encouraged me to keep a diary to chart my progress. MONDAY: Started my day at 6:00 a.m. Tough to get out of bed, but found it was well worth it when I arrived at the health club to find Belinda waiting for me. She is something of a Greek goddess -- with blond hair, dancing eyes and a dazzling white smile. Woo Hoo!!Belinda gave me a tour and showed me the machines. I enjoyed watching the skillful way in which she conducted her aerobics cl

Dear American Libs
Dear American liberals, leftists, social progressives, socialists, Marxists, Obama supporters, et al: We have stuck together since the late 1950's, but the whole of this latest election process has made me realize that I want a divorce. I know we tolerated each other for many years for the sake of future generations, but sadly, this relationship has run its course. Our two ideological sides of America cannot and will not ever agree on what is right, so let's just end it on friendly terms. We can smile, slate it up to irreconcilable differences, and go on our own ways. Here is a model dissolution agreement: Our two groups can equitably divide up the country by landmass each taking a portion. That will be the difficult part, but I am sure our two sides can come to a friendly agreement. After that it should be relatively easy! Our respective representatives can effortlessly divide other assets since both sides have such distinct and disparate tastes. We don't like re-distributive

Dear Civilians
We know that the current state of affairs in our great nation has many civilians up in arms and excited to join the military. For those of you who can't join, you can still lend a hand. Here are a few of the areas here we would like your assistance: 1. The next time you see any adults talking (or wearing a hat) during the playing of the National Anthem - kick their ass. 2. When you witness, firsthand, someone burning the American Flag in protest - kick their ass. 3. Regardless of the rank they held while they served, pay the highest amount of respect to all veterans. If you see anyone doing otherwise, quietly pull them aside and explain how these veterans fought for the very freedom they bask in every second. Enlighten them on the many sacrifices these veterans made to make this Nation great. Then hold them down while a disabled veteran kicks their ass. 4. (GUYS) If you were never in the military, DO NOT pretend that you were. Wearing battle dress uniforms (BDUs)

Dear Butterfly
Dear butterfly, Majestic monarch of the sky, holder of universal secrets and reasons why, color my canvas, touch my heart before I die, to live in joy, teach me how never to say good-bye. As you flutter by, you hear me sigh, things missed because I forgot to try, on your serene beauty I can rely, oh what celestial magic you do supply. Once you did struggle to be free, you turned your life around to show me, amazing my angel how you heard my plea, you've cocooned my mind so I can see. Lets fly together both as one, and sore beyond time, once upon, our silken wings God has spun, Souls entwined, our infinite journey has just begun.

Dear Men Of The World
I Didn't write this, but I wish I knew who did.... It Amused me lmfao Dear Men of the World, Look, I know you men have it difficult. Women are just about impossible to understand, much less please. In a post-feminist society, you never know exactly what you should be doing. Women are bloody picky, I know we are. It can be scary, too, when women freak out about what appear to be benign issues. And men who do their best to be respectful, female-positive humans, I salute you, I do. But please, please just fuck me already. Honestly, I appreciate your thoughtfulness. I like that you want to take things slow. I can totally get behind the idea of emotional connection, but dearjesusinheaven, FUCK ME. We've done dinner and drinks. We've gone dancing. We've cuddled and watched a movie. I'm wearing a low cut shirt and you've been staring at my breasts all night. Goodgodalmighty, get to it and fuck me. When we get hot and heavy, please take charge. Please, please fuck me. Trust me, I'm not

Dear Diary,
I have learned so many things in the mumms this past week: never fuck an unwashed carrot.... you could die you can make a U turn in the mumms whorelet is an awesome word Rev takes epic shits. they shall remain nameless but no animal is safe from them suprise buttsecks is always a great romantic last minute gift I can not mumm, talk shit to Helly in the shoutbox and watch hockey at the same time. extra large tampons and midol should be handed out at the mumm door I actually found a juggalo that I like I am posting all of Porch's comments in the mumms when he is blocked cuz that is good times (y) Most of the people that mumm are some sick ebil mother fuckers and I heart them all. Being called an ankle is an insult. Who knew? It has been an exciting week my dear diary and I am sure I will have even better things to tell you in the very near future.

Dear Alchohol
Dear Alcohol,First & foremost, let me tell you that I’m a huge fan of yours. As my friend,you always seem to be there when needed. The perfect post-workcocktail, a beer at the game, and you’re even around at the holidays,hidden inside chocolates, as you warm us when we’re stuck in the midstof endless family gatherings. However, lately I’ve been wondering aboutyour intentions. While I want to believe that you have my bestinterests at heart, I feel that your influence has led to some unwiseconsequences:1. Phone calls: While I agree with you thatcommunication is important, I question the suggestion that anyconversation of substance or necessity takes place after 2am. Why wouldyou make me call those ex-boyfriends or potentials when I know for a fact they don’t want to hear from me during the day, let alone all hours of the night? 2.Eating: Now, you know I love a good meal, but why do you suggest thatI eat a frozen burrito, along with leftover spaghetti and s

Dear Forever Love
Throughout my life I have ever been confident… Confident even to that point of Ignoring danger until death was Staring me directly in the eye; But When I feel your presence I become So bashful that I dare not smile, And I find myself lowering My head toward a dark corner Of my life... so as to not answer

Dear God
Out of the many things on this site that make my blood boil, I think this is at least in the top 3 Every day, I'll see afew women pop up in the happy hours or blasts that are obviously at least 20 years my senior. But, they have so much makeup on, and the camera angle and lighting are so obscure that to an idiot, they could pass for 21. TO TOP THAT OFF, they leave their age blank. I could cite 50 reasons why this is just utter insolence, but I'll leave it at that.

Dear God
Dear God, it's me again. I need to talk to you. You already know what it's about. It's really nothing new. Dear God, I still love him, With every piece of my heart. But you knew this would happen, From the very start. Dear God, it hurts so bad. Sometimes I can't breathe. God, why did you take him? He meant everything to me! Dear God, I'm sick of crying. I'm afraid I'm gonna drown. These memories won't go away. I still remember how he sounds. Dear God, I miss him, More and more each day. Lord, I love him so much! Why did he walk away? Dear God, I know you can hear me. I know you can feel the pain I'm in. Lord, I feel like giving up. There's no use in trying to win. Dear God, I can't take much more. I'm destroyed inside and out. I wish that I could say something, But I swallow all my shouts. Dear God, I'm sorry I sound angry. I don't blame you, But, Lord, I don't wanna believe, That me and him are through. Dear God, I have one last favor to

Dear Kenny,
Dear Kenny, Thankfully the odds of you reading this are almost nonexistent. You've shredded my heart into pieces. Now you say you'll call and I've sat by the phone all day waiting. Of course you don't call. You were supposed to be the one. Supposed to stand by me. You don't. Yet, even now, I sit by the phone while waiting for that collect call from the county jail. Why? I have no idea. And I promise you, next time, when you do call, I won't necessarily be here anymore. You've taken enough years from my life. I won't let you have another day. I could have spent the entire day readying for Florida, yet I spent it all pining for your sorry ass. No more. Karina

Dear Coffee Cup Lid Designer Guy ...
As I look at the New Hampshire shaped coffee stain on my workshirt (one of only three I packed for my trip this week), I marvel at your engineering prowess. How can something produce so little liquid when I'm sucking harder than a pneumatic bank tube thingy, yet produce a tsunami of coffee if I just slightly jostle the cup the right way? Well played.

Dear Fubarians:
Here is some advice.... 1) DO NOT fall in love with me - I am in love. I don't need you. 2) DO NOT ask me to play on cam for you - If I wanted to I would 3) DO NOT ask to do me, see me, fuck me, lick me, touch me, or anything of that nature..... - I have a perfectly great man at home to do that for me. 4) DO NOT hate on me because I CAN be the biggest bitch you have EVER met and I am ALREADY getting pissed off. 5) DO NOT think that you can replae Brandon - You CAN'T and NEVER WILL! 6) DO NOT think you're funny - You're not. I might just decide to update this time and time again if I feel the urge.... because I am just pissed off now.

Dear Daddy
He entered the room and stood there staring, His brain interpreting what he saw. In the middle of the room-the chair on its side, and above it his daughter-2 feet off the floor. She was hung by her neck with a scarf from the fan, Pale and naked, lifeless and cold. Her stomach and thighs were covered in scratches, some of them new. Some of them old. He cut her down, moved her body to her bed, He wrapped her up and hugged her tight. The tears were pooling down his cheeks, He held her close all through the night. It was as the sun came through the window, his gaze was led to the desk and the note. He stood and collected the piece of paper, and read what his belov-ed daughter last wrote. "Dear Daddy," it started, two words all alone, "I'm sorry." was all that was on the next line. "He touched me Daddy, I'm dirty and cursed, and now i have something that's living inside." "I cant love it daddy-this tumor, this growth, Ive clawed at my tummy. Want to get it out. don't blame yourself Dad

Dear Beloved,
I was in deep reflection today, thinking about making love to you. For some reason, thoughts, metaphors and analogies kept floating around in my head like lyrics to a song. I couldn't stop thinking about how when you are deep inside me, and our bodies are moving together, we are like an instrument. A guitar perhaps; your fingers gently strum my taut and tense places which elicits a sounds that serenade the angels. Perhaps; I you are my harp, cradled gently between my legs as I play your body with artistic flair. More than an instrument, we are like magical music together. The staccato rhythm and pounding beat of our bodies making that hot sweaty passionate love is a concert to the senses. Your taste is the melody, your scent the rhyme, your moans of pleasure are a sensual harmony and the feel of you deep inside me keeps time. You are Marcus Miller laying the baseline for my Miles and miles of orgasmic bliss. Damn, what have you done to me? I can't stop thinking about how

Dear Bridgette
Wouldn't you like to put on a perfect face of makeup and get all dressed up for your Mistress? I expect you to be dressed with your hair and face done, and in the kitchen brewing my coffee and fixing my breakfast every morning before I wake. During the day you will be June Cleaver the perfect mother and wife. After dark you will be the slutty cock sucking whore that you are…Deep down inside you wish you could be as hot as your Mistress. You want to look and feel and smell like a woman..not just a woman but a sexy hot irresistible babe who knows how to make a guys cock hard just by looking at him and licking her lips. As your Mistress I demand complete devotion adorations and unconditional dedication. Basically what all that means is you do what, when, and how I say or you get your ass beat. DON’T make Mz. Ava get all ghetto on your ass! Now get over here and worship my feet bitch, get your tongue ready to lick and suck on my feet you dirty bitch. I can see I’m

~*dear Mr. President *~
Dear Mr. President Come take a walk with me Let's pretend we're just two people and You're not better than me I'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep What do you feel when you look in the mirror Are you proud How do you sleep while the rest of us cry How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye How do you walk with your head held high Can you even look me in the eye And tell me why Dear Mr. President Were you a lonely boy Are you a lonely boy Are you a lonely boy How can you say No child is left behind We're not dumb and we're not blind They're all sitting in your cells While you pave the road to hell What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay I can only imagine what the first lady has to say You've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine

Dear God
Dear God, u made me from a man's rib...my soulmate...then u threw the rib into a stack and said find ur souldmate...that is what everyone in this world is trying to do. It might have been ok back in Noah's day or "Adam and Eve's" day...but there are sooo many of us now...it is like 52.0000 pick up. U even tease us with someone that might be close to what are soulmate is ....but then down the road we find out not... God?? is this funny to u?? that the world all over is searching for that special someone to complete them??? to bring back the spark in their lives??? It is what the world revolves around ..what if our "soulmate " died...then are we to live life alone never knowing forever searching ...and u watch from above...do u laugh or do u cry knowing they will never find that person...or do u have mercy and let us find someone else. To die alone just having a taste of what that love might be like..and never having it.. God, that is not fair, it isn't right. U made women from

Dearest Monday
My dearest Monday, We've got to stop meeting like this. I think you need to step up your game and be more like Saturday & Sunday. Let's face it, they are far more fun then you. If you keep this crap up I am removing you from my calendar all together. Tuesday will be my new go to. Rock CandyP.S. Those holidays like Memorial and Labor Day, I like those. Keep up the good work.

Dear Stalker
Dear Stalker, I appreciate your efforts the last few days, its nice to know I'm wanted. I love and appreciate all the comments especially the camel toe one. It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. I just have a few questions for you: 1. When will you be threw stalking me and move on to another? 2. When you do leave will I still hold a special place in your heart? 3. Can i get my pink polka dot panties back they kind of have the bra that matches? 4. Will you tell me that you are gone cause I should start locking the windows and doors again? Also Ill stop leaving snacks and drinks in my closet I think our time together is drawing to an end but I wanted to tell you from the bottom of my heart how much you mean to me. How when i turn the corner I will miss you being there in the trench coat and dark sunglasses and that big out of place floppy hat. I promise you our time together will always be something special to me.... I love you Witty Wicked

Dear Mother
.. .. .. .. .. .. .. ...... .. .. .. Dear Mom~ 1996.... I wake up each morning with you in my mind. I fumble through thoughts that aren't so kind. The next feeling I feel every day, too hurtful to talk of, too painful to say..... My mind races with questions directed to you. My heart is bleeding and torn in two. One minute I'm angry and want to hate, but conquered by love, I procrastinate..... I feel alone abandoned by all. Even you Mom built a wall. You are so far away, and you never come here. I find myself missing you and try not to tear..... I wipe it away and stuff it inside. These feeling I feel have started to collide. My weary mind tells me to stay away, my burning heart just screams to pray.... God gives me answers through my heart. He says Mothers and daughters should never part. I keep hanging on because I love you so much, thanking the Lord for he is my crutch..... You don't even know me at all anymore. I became a woman and you closed the door. I've grown in age

Dear World,
Sit up, shut up, and listen. I am going to blurt everything out here so be aware that things I say may offend people. That being said, let's begin. First off, FUCK MICHEAL JACKSON!!! I am so sick of hearing about him being dead. Farrah Fawcett, Ed McMahon, fuck even Billy Mays died. Nobody seems to give a shit. MJ this MJ that. Fuck him. What the hell makes him so fucking special? Farrah fought cancer for years that's inspirational some guy who made music and got fucked up plastic surgery is not inspirational. Why the hell shoul I give a fuck. Why should anyone? Where is Farrah's public memorial. It's left to rot in the dust of MJ's. Don't get me wrong I liked some of MJ's music I was a fan. But seriously people he is dead now back the fuck up. Let's not forget the impotance of the others who passed. I think the most apauling out of all of this is how most people comepletaly forgot that Farrah died the same day MJ did. I am sick of hearing about MJ and his funeral and all that. I

Dear Peeling Out Guy ...
Dear “Peeling Out” Guy: You are awesome. That’s all I can say. The way you PEELED OUT from the stoplight today made me just want to bask in the glory that is your awesomeness. Nothing says “Behold my badass self” than a good PEELING OUT. The way your tires squealed … the sounds of 50 Cent pumping from your over-bassed, cracked to hell speakers … the look you gave me just as you were about to “dust” me … I was awash in fail. You are just so fuckin’ awesome. From now on, when I need my awesomeness to be recognized, I’m gonna’ PEEL OUT. Leaving the office – PEEL OUT! Now who’s gonna’ get invited to all the cool guy happy hour events? I should be executive material in no time. Picking up random internet chicks – PEEL OUT! Nothing says “I’m gonna’ rock your world tonight” like a good peeling out from your apartment complex, driveway, or 5th wheel trailer.

Dear Penis Owners
Dear Penis Owners Current mood: angsty Ok, some of this is ripped off from a friend of a friend, and I'm honest enough to give credit where credit is due. However, I had to put my own "flavor" to this, so some of this is actually ME saying these things.DEAR PENIS OWNERS, (and I don't mean lesbians with strap-ons, or women who have their men so pussy-whipped that they are no longer in possession of the their own packages. HOWEVER TO THE WOMEN WITH PENIS' AS BIG AS THEIR MANS, KUDOS SISTERS, KEEP THE DREAM ALIVE.)-Don't send me messages asking for a hook up. I've stated in my profile to get to know me. If I'm not worth your time to do so, then your not worth my time to hook up with, and I DON'T DO HOOK UPS ANYMORE.-Don't ask me to be your MISTRESS (or your sub). If I wanted to do that I would bash you in the head and drag you to my cave like an ahead feminist cave woman.-I am also a cat person/owner. so if you have something against felines "these are not the droids you are looking f

Dear Ex Boyfriends:
Dear you, and you, and YOU, and future you, º Please stop calling me right when I finally feel like I've gotten over it all. Yes, you have some mystical telepathic ability to contact me at just the right time to cause me to doubt whether I really am over you, but I assure you I'm not impressed. I promise, I am over you. Finally. º No, I will not have your children. You may NOT come find me and "make an honest woman" out of me. You had your chance, and you fucked up. Some of you have had multiple chances and never failed to ruin each and every one of them. Getting yourself out of jail and getting a job are not incentives for me to pop out a few of your offspring, sorry. º Stop giving me rings. I already have a few from you, and you, and you, thank you. If I get one more ring backed with empty promises I'm going to hunt you all down and force feed them to you. Choke on it, you lying, cheating, co-dependent excuses for men. º

Dear Crackhead...
So... I've been finding some very amusing things on the web lately, and thought I would start sharing them with you guys. Here's our first winner: (From Craigslist) Yes, you. You sick fucker. On Wednesday morning I emerged from my girlfriend's building by U.N. Plaza to find that you had sawed the tops off both the sparkplugs on my motorcycle. At the time, I had no idea why anyone would do that. Other than the sparkplugs, the bike was untouched. Some kind of bizarre vandalism? A fraternity prank gone awry? I had no idea. All I knew is that I looked like a huge douchebag riding the Muni to work in a padded motorcycle jacket and helmet. Because the bike was immobilized I got a $35 street sweeping ticket that night. Thursday I had it towed to the shop ($45) where they replaced the sparkplugs and the boots ($50 including labor). They explained to me that "people" - I use the term loosely here - like you break off the tops of spark plugs and use the porcelain tubes to smoke crack.

Dear Lady At The Bus Stop...
Dear Lady at the Bus Stop: Despite the fact that you are 80 years older than anyone else on the planet, I got a warm and fuzzy feeling in my loins when I walked past you on my way to lunch today. What you lack in conventional beauty you more than make up for in your ability to fill out those pair of control hose, rolled to just under your shapely knee. I must admit that I was taken aback, yet my heart was aflutter, when you removed the cigarette from your mouth with a yellowed crook of a hand and uttered this seductive line as I passed: "Nice ass there fella" In closing, I would like to recite a line from a movie which sums up all I feel for you, O horniest of senior citizens. "Take me to bed or lose me forever" ~Faceman

Dear Kotex
Dear Kotex... down2basics: Dear Kotex:I recently noticed that the peel-off strip of my pantyliner had a bunch of Kotex Tips for Life" on it. Annoying advice such as: a.. Staying active during your period can relieve cramps. b.. Avoiding caffeine may help reduce cramps and headaches. c.. Drink 6-8 glasses of water a day to keep you hydrated and feeling fresh. d.. Try Kotex blah blah blah other products...Obviously the individual behind this was someone who has never possessed a functioning set of ovaries. Go ahead and tell a menstruating woman that drinking 6-8 glasses of water will help keep her feeling fresh.Like we need more fluid inside our bloated bodies from hell...but go ahead. See what happens and report back. I'll wait.While you're at it, dump out the coffee at work and remove the chocolate from the vending machine. I guaran-freakin-tee that the first responders will be females who just ovulated. This advice was some brain functionof a male.... right???Staying activ

Dear Diary
Dear Diary, I'm sorry I haven't been around much, but I wasn't feeling well. I am doing much better but I have a long way to go to be back to my normal crazy self. I will try to send you some new pictures as soon as I can, I see that I am still full so I will have to delete some old ones to post some new ones. I'm sorry they won't be new new as I am not going to take any pictures for a while, I don't want anyone to see me like this. But I have a folder of pics that I can upload. I've been told to make an eazy rate folder too. I just can't load that many pictures yet. I hope all my friends are doing great. If I'm not on, I'm doing schoolwork (home schooled and tutored right now) or resting, which I will be doing a lot. I'll try to send out all the love I get, at least a little to everyone I get from. Much Love, Cait.

Dear Goof,
Last night as I thought about what I would say to you today the words seemed to flood into my head, but now as I sit here trying to find the perfect words (Yes, my OCD is kicking in) I cannot find the words to tell you what I am feeling. If someone would of asked me 3 years ago if I would fall in love again, I would of screamed NO! After Dave's death I felt like the world had ended and I would be alone the rest of my life, but then I logged onto Lost Cherry and who did I find leaving those sweet comments on some of my ugliest *runs* pictures .... YOU! Even as we were talking on yahoo and on the phone I still never dreamed that we would be anything other than friends. I was not ready to move on, but you were patient with me. You never pushed me. You sat and listened (and you still do) to me ramble about Dave and hold me as I cry when it is his birthday or I am just really missing him. This is not something that most guys would do. You are truly one of a kind when it comes to t

Dear Diary
Excerpts from a dog's daily diary:(Best if read before the cats) 8:00 am “ Oh, boy! Dog food! My Favorite! 9:30 am - Oh, boy! A car ride! My Favorite! 9:40 am - Oh, boy! A walk! My Favorite! 10:30 am - Oh, boy! Getting rubbed and petted! My Favorite! 11:30 am - Oh, boy! Dog food! My Favorite! Noon - Oh, boy! The kids! My Favorite! 1:00 pm Oh, boy! The yard! My Favorite! 4:00 pm - Oh, boy! To the park! My Favorite! 5:00 pm - Oh, boy! Dog food! My Favorite! 5:30 pm - Oh, boy! Pretty mums! My Favorite! 6:00 pm - Oh, boy! Playing ball ! My Favorite! 6:30 pm - Oh, boy! Watching TV with my master! My Favorite! 8:30 Oh, boy! Sleeping in my masters bed! My Favorite! Excerpts from a cat's daily diary: Day 183 of My Captivity: My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry cereal. The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and the mild satisfaction I get in ruining the occasional piece of f

Dear Pets
Dear Dog and/or Cat or both or two Dogs or two Cats: When I say to move, it means go someplace else, not switch positions with each other so there are still two of you in the way. Nor does it mean to simply turn around to be facing a different direction. _The dishes with the paw prints are yours and contain your food. The other dishes are mine and contain my food.. (Please note, placing a paw print in the middle of my plate & food does not stake a claim for it becoming your food &dish, nor do I find that aesthetically pleasing in the slightest.) The stairway was not designed by NASCAR and is not a racetrack. _Beating me to the bottom is not the object. Tripping me doesn't help because I fall faster than you can run. I cannot buy anything bigger than a king size bed. _I am very sorry about this. Do not think that I will continue to sleep on the couch to ensure your comfort. Look at videos of dogs and cats sleeping. They can actually curl up in a ball. It is not necessary to sleep perpen

Dearest Asshole
Dearest Gyno I feel I should tell my guy friends to not read this.. it is a toned down version and censored the best I can lol.. Im sick ok, I find humor in everything morbid or gross.Dear Gyno It has become too much.. I have a few things I would like to share.I feel for the future of our relationship its necessary. I did make some graphs and pie charts to illustrate my point.. However after much thought I decided to just hit on a few key notes…..* Please stop making me undress only to sit there for an hour waiting for you.I know I love to sit in a paper bag and wait for you to grope me.* I cant stress this enough.. Don't smile when you are giving me a pelvic exam.. or maybe you should start serving tequila in the waiting room* I don't want to hear about your daughter's Basketball game while you feel up on my breasts k* If you tell me you understand how bad cramps can be one more time I will hurt you. No uterus, no idea* Stop trying to give me a mirror.. I know what my bod

Dear Lord,/*
*Every single evening As I'm lying here in bed, This tiny little Prayer Keeps running through my head: God bless all my family Wherever they may be, Keep them warm And safe from harm For they're so close to me. And God, there is one more thing I wish that you could do; Hope you don't mind me asking, Please bless my computer too.* *Now I know that it's unusal To Bless a motherboard, But listen just a second While I explain it to you, Lord.* *You see, that little metal box Holds more than odds and ends; Inside those small compartments Rest so many of my friends. I know so much about them By the kindness that they give, And this little scrap of metal Takes me in to where they live. By faith is how I know them Much the same as you. We share in what life brings us And from that our friendships grew. Please take an extra minute From your duties up above, To bless those in my address book That's

Dear God
Dear God, I have one word for you, dude: Vision. Having been in the ad game since the days when the right length pony tail got you an executives position, I can tell you a thing or two about your brand. Firstly, your PR guys are bad for your image. No one wants to do business with hypocrites so until your boys in the robes can start behaving themselves, your organization is going to suffer image problems.Secondly, cut the hair and lose the beard. I’m seeing a short back and side and at the very least a goatee for you. Thirdly, the crucifix thing died when Madonna set them on fire for Pepsi. I’m thinking we go for a octagon in a nice shade of fushia.Finally we need to condense the Old and New Testament into an online blog and YouTube a few miracles if you want to reach those selfish little Gen Y assholes. Those pricks live online and have plenty to go to confession for, but its gotta come to them so confesstube, may be something to think about.I do consultancy w

Dear Honey
Dear Honey.... Mesmerized…. I have become completely lost in your eyes Your smile astonishing I guess it would be true for me to say you complete me Yet… how can I separate the two Infatuaghted by love and not lust from me to you It has been so long since I have even thought about uniting with a mate But everyday it become harder to fight when you step to my face So I have come up with a decision to you from me This is a gentleman’s plea Hear me out for what I say is true I want to hold your thoughts so close until I become apart of the and you I want to outline my affection with a kiss To only decorate your heart with my love that you would never miss If I had to make a choice between breathing and loving you Then baby I would use my last breathe to tell you I love you From your past… those dudes were wearing cover up masks with lies and cruel intentions And you are single now so answer this question If a gentleman could compile together the mos

Dear Mr Clamshell Packaging Inventor Guy
Dear Clamshell Packaging Inventor Guy, There’s a special place reserved in hell for you, isn’t there? I’m not exactly sure what level of Hades awaits you. But I’m positive you’ll be sitting somewhere near Pol Pot and the guy who wraps the cellophane around CDs. Yeah, you’re that bad. I suggest you repent now. You could start by paying the medical bills that came about from my recent unwrapping of a Little Mermaid Barbie Doll. It all started out innocently enough. There was Ariel just begging my daughter to play with her … “Look at me! My fish tail lights up and blinks when you twist it! I’m super fun! C’mon, you know your Dad will open it if you just whine long enough!!” Whine she did. And so the bloodbath ensued. At first, I thought I could get the plastic seams to separate by giving the package a good tug. So I tugged … and contorted … and tugged … and twisted &hell

Dear Diary Cunt
today is well i dont know what fucking day it is i am just waiting for it to get dark so i can go outside it is like sunday or monday of...uh..sep i think so i am all fucked out on drugs and booze again..and fucked out over a girl again i hate girls, and booze...i like crank though however...that way i dont have to sleep or eat or feel like a human being i think i landed a job today for seven weeks in newark cutting concrete for $27 an hour which is great, cause i am almost out of drugs..and lost three hundred dollars at the casino last night and left the car running in the parking lot all night...it had a love not on it when i came out this morning....said PLEASE RESPECT OTHER PEOPLES PARKING SPOTS but you know when i am alone i dont respect shit..which is why i played my music/guitar at full volume last night and cut wood on the patio for some shelves at three in the morning with my skill saw until people started screaming shut the fuck up, and then i went completely physco an

Dear President Obama
Dear Mr. President: I'm planning to move my family and extended family into Mexico for my health, and I would like to ask you to assist me. We're planning to simply walk across the border from the U.S. into Mexico, and we'll need your help to make a few arrangements. We plan to skip all the legal stuff like visas, passports, immigration quotas and laws. I'm sure they handle those things the same way you do here. So, would you mind telling your buddy, President Calderon, that I'm on my way over? Please let him know that I will be expecting the following: 1. Free medical care for my entire family. 2. English-speaking government bureaucrats for all services I might need, whether I use them or not. 3. Please print all Mexican government forms in English. 4. I want my grandkids to be taught Spanish by English-speaking (bi-lingual) teachers. 5. Tell their schools they need to include classes on American culture and history.

Dear Wicked
Hello I am Wicked the girl you all love to hate... Ive decided to do a blog where you the blog reader and responder may ask me any thing you want and I will be blunt and honest with all my answers.... By the way its Seamus' birthday on Sunday say happy birthday to him and tell him i sent you .... Thank you Wicked

Dear Sorry Letter: To A Woman.
Now as i sit and right this..a tear comes to my eye..as i knew..that one day..if i let you in..this would happen..i tryed for the longest..to hide..this..yet..you were just to nice..and although i was with someone..three months ago..it was not a good move for me..ive been down this road so many times..why did you think i said..love was a lie?..it was for a joke..it was because..through it all..i got hurt..played..and in the end..all i had to show..was nothing..nothing but wasted time..time i cant get back..you can throw stones at me..i dont care..to be more realistic..im not sure..or wasnt sure..you would accept me..im not like you..in many ways..you have formed a picture of me..that just isnt true..i could come to you..and say a word..weather or not..good or bad..i felt you..and im sorry..that ive hurt you..and know that i am hurt..yet you really dont have to speak..for i know..what is on your mind..i been alone..so its nothing to me now..im going away..to start another life..and may

Dear Trent
I once wrote to Reverend Sharpton asking him how the world can become a better place if political correctness stymies the free flow of real time attitudes, ideas, and beliefs between peoples of different cultures, pigments, education and socio-economic status. If I cannot ask a question for fear of inadvertently treading over some taboo, then how can I be properly educated - or how can I teach. He never wrote back, but I forged forward on my quest and have had many teachers help me understand that we simply CAN NOT. The benefit of the doubt is a phrase that everybody needs to apply to each other, and also a frequent use of the word WHY. So Trent, I really like the sound of your song Terrible Lie. But I do not understand why you do not take charge of the state of your morals. Any decay in them is voluntary. You can rebuild them. Of course your song is notched with your favored themes. I suppose it would be odd if you were to sing a song about a palm tree. Kimbo Slice knows God is not

Dear Alcohol
Dear Alcohol: First & foremost, let me tell you that I'm a huge fan of yours. As myfriend, you always seem to be there when needed. The perfect post-workcocktail, a beer at the game, and you're even around in the holidays,hidden inside chocolates as you warm us when we're stuck in the midst ofendless family gatherings. However, lately I've been wondering about your intentions. While I wantto believe that you have my best interests at heart, I feel that yourinfluence has led to some unwise consequences: 1. Phone calls: While I agree with you that communication is important,I question the suggestion that any conversation of substance ornecessity takes place after 2 a.m. Why would you make me call thoseex-boyfriends/girlfriends when I know for a fact they do not want tohear from me during the day, let alone all hours of the night? 2. Eating: Now, you know I love a good meal, but why do you suggest thatI eat a kebab, a butter chicken curry along with a sausage with cheese,onion and mus

Dear Mother
Dear Mother,Once I ran to youTo wipe away my tearsAnd to Silence my fears.Dear Mother, Once I ran to youDear Mother,Now i run from youFrom the painFrom the tears that pour like the rainDear Mother,Now I run from youDear Mother,What has gone wrong?Nothing seems to be strongDear Mother,When does the yelling calm?Your not the woman i use to knowYour not my momDear Mother,When does the yelling calm?Dear Mother,Once I ran to youNow I run from youDear Mother.

Dearest Spankie
Came into my life...a love...of a good friend Now a good friend I love... honest sweet a connisseur of strange..new..and silly a chef decency and open mind a mistress of what is pretty and kind... I hope that dancing is what you do at night and I hope the smile shines in the daylight Can't say I thought I would gain so much from someone I dont know... And yet its wonderful... A love..of a friend... So amazing when the universe makes these circles connect.. wonderous is the powers that be and gratitude for making room in my heart for yet another unconditional thing You are amazing...you are mom, you daughter you are life on life's terms... with no expectations and that is freedom some days so continue what you are being love those that love you Shine on with all that you are ITS OK! A love.... of a friend and now a friend that I love! (hugs Spankie!)

Dear God
A lonely road, crossed another cold state lineMiles away from those I lovePurpose hard to findWhile I recall all the words you spoke to meCan't help but wish that I was thereBack where I'd love to be, oh yeahDear God the only thing I ask of you Is to hold her when I'm not aroundWhen I'm much too far awayWe all need that person who can be true to youBut I left her when I found herAnd now I wish I'd stayed'Cause I'm lonely and I'm tiredI'm missing you again, oh noOnce againThere's nothing here for me on this barren roadThere's no one here while the city sleepsAnd all the shops are closedCan't help but think of the times I've had with youPictures and some memories will have to help me through, oh yeahDear God the only thing I ask of you isTo hold her when I'm not around, When I'm much too far awayWe all need that person who can be true to youI left her when I found herAnd now I wish I'd stayed'Cause I'm lonely and I'm tiredI'm missing you again oh noOnce againSome search, never finding a

Dear Santa
Dear Santa, I've written you for three years now asking for a fire truck. Please, I really really want a fire truck this year! Love, Joey Dear Joey, Let me make it up to you. Christmas Eve, while you sleep, I'm gonna torch your house. You'll have more fire trucks than you'll know what to do with. - Santa Dear Santa, I don't know if you can do this, but for Christmas, I'd like for my mommy and daddy to get back together. Please see what you can do. Love, Teddy Dear Teddy, What, and ruin that hot affair your dad's still having with the babysitter? He's banging her like a screen door in a hurricane, son! Let me get you some nice Legos instead. - Santa Dear Santa, I left milk and cookies for you under the tree, and I left carrots for your reindeer outside the backdoor. Love, Susan Dear Susan, Milk gives me the shits and carrots make the reindeer fart in my face. You want to be a kiss-ass? Leave me a bottle of Jaegermeister and a couple of Cohibas! -Santa

Dear Santa
Dear SantaSorry to hear that Mrs.Claus ran off with Prancer, and the elves got into the magic dust again...i have tried to be good this year...but with all this fubar ass, its just so hard...so i guess coal again huh...well since your down a reindeer and single, instead of putting out cookies and milk...i put out a life size Tinker Bell doll to put that rosie red look back in your cheeks and some Meth to help the reindeer get up and go a little faster...your friendlil john gallo

Dear Santa
Dear Santa, Don't worry about me, You don't have to come here, you see we won't be having a Christmas this year. If you're wondering why we're doing this, Let me tell you when it begun it was Sept. 11 , 2001. Something terrible happened that day, and we still don't know why , but when it was all over there wasn't one person in America who did not cry. When you're delivering presents around the world and you see my Mom/Dad in Iraq, let them know we'll be skipping Christmas this year, were saving it for when they come back. So take my presents Santa, and give them to the soldiers who can't be here, tell them " Thank you " from me and " Merry Christmas and Happy New Year"

Dear Soulmate
I wrote this a few nights ago on my phone. I just wanted to write it down. I suppose it's weird to most folks but thanks ok. I am weird LOL. I wrote it so please give me the credit if for some odd reason it appeals to you and you share it. Thanks! :) Dear Soulmate, I miss you all the time. It seems like a millenia since we were together. Could be, maybe longer. I often wonder if you remember me, heaven, the love we shared. I've searched for you in the eyes of a million souls. But none were you. I know, I shouldn't've followed you here, I simply didn't feel that I would quite be as at home in heaven without you. Plus I was afraid you might not make it home for a very long time, if ever, if I didn't come to remind you. I also remember us wanting to experience human passion together. Did you land here as a demon/fallen angel, or as a man? Are you still here? Have you already gone back home to heaven, and left me here to yearn? None of these senseless selfish human

Dear Jesus
Dear Jesus, So far this year you have taken away my favorite dancer, Michael Jackson, favorite actor Patrick Swayze, favorite actress Farrah Fawcett, favorite pitchman, Billy Mays, and favorite sidekick, Ed McMahon. Just so you know, my favorite politicians are Harry Reid, Nancy Pelosi, Barney Frank, Chris Dodd and Barack Obama. Thank you!!!!!!

Dear Fu-land........
Dear Fu-Land, I was pondering the realities of this site and the way people act when they are on here. I've noticed that "some" individuals take this site way to serious and forget that it is just a play-land for adults. Here you can be and say just about anything you want. There are so many options here for the delusional ones who want what they can't have in real life. Where else can you get fu-married one week and fu-divorced the next? On this site you can be a girl, even if you're not really. There is a reason Baby Jesus has his name......He can make the lame walk and the ugly pretty here. All you have to do is create what you want and run with that fantasy. With that being said, some of you lame asses need to stop taking this place so serious and learn to have fun.........Just sayin

Dear Always Naked Guy At The Gym
Dear Always Naked Guy at the Gym - We need to talk. You see, you've become something of a discomfort to the rest of us in the locker room. I understand that a locker room is a place to get dressed, undressed, shower, shave, etc ... and that nakedness will indeed happen. That's not the problem.The problem is that you are naked WAY too much.You insist on disrobing the within a millisecond of entering the locker room. Then you proceed to leisurely walk around with Mr Wigglyflops flouncing about like a fleshy garden hose.Nobody wants to see that. Trust me. So let me respectfully submit some guidelines that will make the locker room experience more pleasant for us all - First, bring a towel ... a towel long enough to wrap around your waist. Use it. Its OK to be naked in the shower or when changing your clothes. Just wrap up for extended periods in between.Second, "extended periods in between" includes when you are shaving in front of the sink. Did you ever wonder why NOBODY ever uses the s

Dear Angel
dear angel verse 1 dear angel, could you carry me blood is dripping from my broken feet i cannot go on, i know you'll understand its hard to smile, when you got nails in your head chorus i am the line of chalk, they always put me down you better watch where you walk when your in this town i am the wooden cross,they always burn me down you are the stagnate pool, where all my children drown verse 2 dear needle, could you pardon me i call you empty, your quick to disagree my soul is hollow, there's nowhere left to hide its hard to smile, when there's a hole in your side chorus x1 verse 3 dear father, could you answer me ill pull the plug and end your suffering collapse your towers, crush your bleeding heart its hard to smile when you've got thorns in your head chorus x2 then fade with music

Dear Cinnabon Corporation - I'm On To You!!
Anyone who’s watched my blog for long enough knows how much I dearly love airports and airplanes. The security lines … the crowds … the guy that hogs my 1/8th inch of armrest … but really it’s the overwhelming smells and the festering cauldron of germs that just seals the deal for me.Last month, while layed over in O’Hare for a couple of hours, I was reveling in the Friday evening business rush to get home. There were plenty of people to aimlessly cross in front of my path while dragging their oversized luggage behind. There were others to sneeze down the back of my neck. And yet even more people to fill the narrow corridors with flatulence and other bodily induced odors.In other words – O’Hare be stank!!But as soon as you round the corner between terminal 1 and 2 something magical happens. The air stops smelling like the locker room of a Sumo wrestling tournament and starts smelling like baked bread. The funk of 1000 half-digested bur

Dear Friends
To all my friends, thanks for sending me chain letters/emails in the last year. Because of you ...I stopped drinking Coca Cola after I found out that it's good for removing toilet stains. I stopped going to the movies for fear of sitting on a needle infected with AIDS. I smell like a dog since I stopped using deodorants because they cause cancer. I don't leave my car in the parking lot or any other place and sometimes I even have to walk about 7 blocks for fear that someone will drug me with a perfume sample and try to rob me. I also stopped answering the phone for fear that they ask me to dial a stupid number and then I get a phone bill from hell with calls to Uganda, Singapore and Tokyo. I stopped consuming several foods for fear that the estrogens they contain may turn me gay. I also stopped eating chicken and hamburgers because they are nothing other than horrible mutant freaks with no eyes or feathers that are bred in a lab so that places like McDonalds can sell their Big Macs. I

Dear God By Avenged Sevenfold
"Dear God" A lonely road, crossed another cold state lineMiles away from those I love purpose hard to findWhile I recall all the words you spoke to meCan't help but wish that I was thereBack where I'd love to be, oh yeahDear God the only thing I ask of you isto hold her when I'm not aroundwhen I'm much too far awayWe all need that person who can be true to youBut I left her when I found herAnd now I wish I'd stayed'Cause I'm lonely and I'm tiredI'm missing you again oh noOnce againThere's nothing here for me on this barren roadThere's no one here while the city sleepsand all the shops are closedCan't help but think of the times I've had with youPictures and some memories will have to help me through, oh yeahDear God the only thing I ask of you isto hold her when I'm not aroundwhen I'm much too far awayWe all need that person who can be true to youI left her when I found herAnd now I wish I'd stayed'Cause I'm lonely and I'm tiredI'm missing you again oh noOnce againSome search, never f

Dear Dog
I am so sorry about you being sent to the dog pound for the broken lamp which you did not break; the fish you did not spill; and the carpet that you did not wet; or the wall that you did not dirty with red paint. Things here at the house are calmer now, and just to show you that I have no hard feelings towards you, I am sending you a picture, so you will always remember me. Best regards, The Cat

Dear Civilians,
Dear Civilians,We know that the current state of affairs in our great nation has many civilians up in arms and excited to join the military. For those of you who can't join, you can still lend a hand. Here are a few of the areas where we would like your assistance:1. The next time you see any adults talking (or wearing a hat) during the playing of the National Anthem - kick their ass.2. When you witness firsthand someone burning the American Flag in protest - kick their ass.3. Regardless of the rank they held while they served, pay the highest amount of respect to all veterans. If you see anyone doing otherwise, quietly pull them aside and explain how these veterans fought for the very freedom they bask in every second. Enlighten them on the many sacrifices these veterans made to make this nation great. Then hold them downwhile a disabled veteran kicks their ass.4. If you were never in the military, DO NOT pretend that you were, wearing battle dress uniforms (BDUs) or Jungle Fatigues,

Dear Lord....
Okay, look buddy. Honesty is it's own reward. Now if I could just win the lottery once..... I won't lie to you. I have no intention on giving money to any churches. I won't promise to end world hunger, or say I will do kind things for anyone in Zimbabwe, just in the off chance that you would believe me. I actually don't care about starving people in 3rd world countries. I don't care about nets to stave off mosquitos in odd places in the world. I don't care about whales, spotted owls or other elusive, endangered animals. Now what I do care about, is the hungry families in my own community. I care about the local food shelter. I care about uninsured children in my town. I care about my family (The whole lot of them) and want them taken care of. I do care about providing birth control to the parents of the children featured in "Children International" where they ask you for $22 a month to take care of their kid for them. I care about the local animal shelter. I care about my

Dear Dmx
Dear DMX, I was first introduced to your art through your song "LORD GIVE ME A SIGN". I was touched by your determination to do right, to fight wrong, how you acknowledged your weakness but had faith that with God's help you would persevere and triumph. I knew your initials stood for DOG MAN X - and I thought that was a nod of the head to your deep and abiding LOVE of your pitbulls. I joined a group against dog fighting on Facebook. My dear Elsie, featured above, was an AKC American Staffordshire Terrier, she was the gentlest dog I have ever had the honor of calling friend. I miss the feel of her strong body and solid head resting against my side. I gave her to a man named Daniel that promised me he would take good care of her. She accidently broke the jaw of my husband's dog, because I did not properly hand a treat one at a time to each dog. I just threw them on the floor and they both reached for the last one at the same time. The ShihTzu got it first, and Elsie got it just a milli

Dear Haters...
It's time to fire back. This is me venting & telling it like it is. I'm sick of having these fake ass haters, hate on me for stupid things that have nothing to do w/ me. Or try to call me out on things that I do not know about. They want me involved, we'll they got me involved now! The sad part is that u hate on me for no reason but I guarentee if u got to know me u would change your mind. Seriously--there should b other things in this world that should bother u more. But, if it's lil ol' me that gets u all riled up—WOW-I'm flattered, & u should feel pathetic! U know u've done something right when someone u don't even know, have never been enemies w/, or have any personal beef w/ hates u. Shit! I've gotten under ur skin w/o even trying! I think that it is so sad that girls waste their time & energy talking about me behind my back & the bad part is that they don't even know me. They never had a conversation w/me. So why don't u like me? I could see if I did something to u or to so

Dear Friends....
ok i need help lvling i have asked for help over and over and i have been helping yall lvl why in the hell cant yall help me??? when i get a cherry bomb dont ask for me to bomb you cause im not going to just because yall arent helping me and if you dont like this...then deleate me from your friends bye now....

Dear Girls
hi girls, im russell and i just wanted to tell you all that i have the most beautiful girlfirend in the world ive been dating her for almost 6 months now and continue to break her heart by talking to you ladies like this and sending and recieving pictures

Dear Diary
Dear Diary, I stand half naked in front to the bay window, I reach into my bag, I pulled out my book and pen, I being to write to you, diary. This is my resource to keep my wicked deeds straight. I no longer know how many I have killed or will kill in the mere future. All I know… I have killed again today. I found it thrilling. But I guess I will tell more to you. All my hidden deeds that brought death to men and women, who mistreated others, I choose them…because of my past. No one has to the divine right to hurt someone else. I can no longer stomach what is going in life, so what I had to become is now… Is no longer lightness or goodness in life, it has become darkness seeking out justice for those who can’t fight back like….me at one time in my dark past. I am no longer sure….I’m making the wrong or right choices, but do know… Give those back what they place others…is

Dear Lover
Your eyes so deep and dark The soul within them touch my heart Through these holes I see you desires I have lost myself in your fire Your lips so soft and sweet They are delicious enough to eat Through these caresses I feel the pleasure That trapped me in your kiss forever Your love so intense and demanding I cannot resist you from where I am standing I belong to you now, devoted I will be To the man that glares down upon me

Dear Teabagger Trolls, Please Read Facts:
WITHIN THE FIRST YEAR OF ENACTMENT Insurance companies will be barred from dropping people from coverage when they get sick. Lifetime coverage limits will be eliminated and annual limits are to be restricted. Insurers will be barred from excluding children for coverage because of pre-existing conditions. Young adults will be able to stay on their parents' health plans until the age of 26. Many health plans currently drop dependents from coverage when they turn 19 or finish college. Uninsured adults with a pre-existing conditions will be able to obtain health coverage through a new program that will expire once new insurance exchanges begin operating in 2014. A temporary reinsurance program is created to help companies maintain health coverage for early retirees between the ages of 55 and 64. This also expires in 2014. Medicare drug beneficiaries who fall into the "doughnut hole" coverage gap will get a $250 rebate. The bill eventually closes that ga

Dear Agony
"Dear Agony" I have nothing left to give I have found the perfect end You were made to make it hurt Disappear into the dirt Carry me to heaven's arms Light the way and let me go Take the time to take my breath I will end where I began And I will find the enemy whithin Because I can feel it crawl beneath my skin Dear Agony Just let go of me Suffer slowly Is this the way it's got to be? Dear Agony Dear Agony Just let go of me Suffer slowly Is this the way it's got to be? Don't bury me Faceless enemy I'm so sorry Is this the way it's gotta be? Dear Agony Suddenly The lights go out Let forever Drag me down I will fight for one last breath I will fight until the end And I will find the enemy within Because I can feel it crawl beneath my skin Dear Agony Just let go of me Suffer slowly Is this the way it's got to be? Don't bury me Faceless enemy I'm so sorry Is this the way it's gotta be? Dear Agony

Dear Mr. President
MOVING TO MEXICO Dear Mr. President Obama: I'm planning to move my family and extended family into Mexico for my health, and I would like to ask you to assist me. We're planning to simply walk across the border from the U.S. into Mexico , and we'll need your help to make a few arrangements. We plan to skip all the legal stuff like visas, passports, immigration quotas and laws. I'm sure they handle those things the same way you do here. So, would you mind telling your buddy, President Calderon, that I'm on my way over? Please let him know that I will be expecting the following: 1. Free medical care for my entire family. 2. English-speaking government bureaucrats for all services I might need, whether I use them or not. 3. Please print all Mexican government forms in English. 4. I want my grandkids to be taught Spanish by English-speaking (bi-lingual) teachers. 5. Tell their schools they need to include classes on American culture and history. 6. I want my grandkids to see the Amer

Dear Mum
For the past 10yrs comin up for i have missed you,you were always there for me when i needed you but tragic circumstances took you n dad away,i kno you both are happy and in no more pain and i kno you both are watchin down over me, on days like this and others you are in my thawts and im glad of that im just writin this as im feelin pretty emotional and wish you were here 2 give me a cuddle n tell me everything is goin to be ok,soundsa bit soppy but thats me,i hope you liked the flowers i put on you n dads grave i kno roses were always your favourite now i kno where i get it from,neway just a short thawt in which to let you both kno that you are both still alive in my heart and always will be....i love you both on this day i miss you dad even tho we had our ups n downs u were always there fo me so its another hard day ppl dont seem to realise when u lose ppl so close to you unda not normal circumstances its a better thing well its not,to lose the two ppl who i love most in this world

Dear Heart
DEAR HEARTi probably should apologize for all we have been throughall the drama surrounding my lifemust make things hard on youIm sorry about the boy i fell forwho turned out to make me crythe wounds in you took long to healafter that afternoon in late Julyforgive me for that group of girlswho stabbed me in the backit all came without any warningi should have known they'd make you crackso tell me heart why cant i tellwhat is wrong or right?its starting to become routineto cry myself to sleep at nighti thought i should also tell you hearti've fallen for another guyso build up the walls and brace for impactthe future holds more tears to crythats all i had to tell you heartIm wishing you the besti hope you continue to beat steadysitting in a warriors chest

Dear Santa By Proud American
Dear Santa, Don't worry about me, You don't have to come here, you see we won't be having a Christmas this year. If you're wondering why we're doing this, Let me tell you when it begun it was Sept. 11 , 2001. Something terrible happened that day, and we still don't know why , but when it was all over there wasn't one person in America who did not cry. When you're delivering presents around the world and you see my Mom/Dad in Iraq, let them know we'll be skipping Christmas this year, were saving it for when they come back. So take my presents Santa, and give them to the soldiers who can't be here, tell them " Thank you " from me and " Merry Christmas and Happy New Year"

Dear Karma, I Think I Love You...
There is guy that comes into work all the time. And you can tell, JUST by looking at him, he's a real piece of shit. Some things have... "happened" at work and we KNOW its him that did it, we just have no way of proving it. Well, he comes in today with two "lady friends" and they sit down and start scratching lotto tickets. One of the ladies comes up and said "I dont understand this, can you double check it to see if I won?" Fine, I deal with stupid people ALL day anyways, so Im used to it. So I run it through and "FILE CLAIM" pops up. So I tell her that she has won more than what we're allowed to pay out. In Illinois, anything over $600 has to be paid by the lotto offices because Uncle Sam needs his cut. So I tell her to go downtown to the Thompson Center to cash in the ticket. She looks at it and asks how much she won. I look at it again, and Im checking all over the ticket to see why she would have to go downtown to cash it in. And after adding up all the possible prizes on the tick

Dear Mummers And Point Hoars...
If you know me, you know I don't have a problem with either groups. If I see a MuMMer being a jackass, I'll say something. If I see a Point Hoar or RED-NAME being a dumbass, I'll say something. I really want to build a bridge, a bridge of communication between these two groups of Fubar. But every now and then, I get the Benedict Arnold kind of treatment... And since I already got THAT treatment ONCE this week with someone named LeBron, I'm kinda upset. For you RED-NAMES and higher-ups, please realize something... You NEED to have publicity for your MuMM to level. So, to the RED-NAME that blocked me AFTER I defended you and AFTER I shared your MuMM, THANKS for proving the stereotype about your kind RIGHT. There are quite a few MuMMers that try to give ya'll a benefit of a doubt, but you just turned the page back. Personally, I WON'T hold other RED-NAMES and such responsible for your actions but no telling WHAT others will do... So, in closing,

Dear God
Dear God can you tell me, where did my sissy go, we were riding our bikes one day when a car hit her, the cops said they blew a .20 I miss her so much, she was my best friend, my mom and dad keep fighting, I heard them say their marriage is gonna end. I don't know what's going on, and I don't know why, sometimes when I'm in my bed I hear my mommy cry. I'm really mad right now, and I'm really sore, the judge told us today the driver did this twice before. When will people learn, not to drink and drive, if this person didn't do this my sissy would still be alive.

Dear Coworker.
You lack any semblance of work ethic.You possess zero respect for policy.How you still have a job with us is be-fucking-yond me.I'm sick and tired of your "long stories".You're lucky our territory is understaffed...and that I don't have hiring and firing power...and that it would be highly inappropriate to bitchslap you the next time I see you.Your personal life may suck, but it's not my problem.I've run out of sympathy for you.Quit making me clean up your messes. You suck, kthxbai.THE END!

Dear Diarrhea
Dear diarrhea, Ever since last week I have realized how many mentally challenged adults are on fubar, when I ventured out of my circle of friends. This is a good thing tho, and a learning experience. Between getting crazed women and suicidal/homicidal kids and emo men doing a variety of things because of a fu engagement, I find myself asking this question: Is this the mental stability of the general public? I think my fubar reputation and status is less important than what I watch on tv, yet there are people who think the parts of this site are real and deserve emotion. I dont quite understand. Having this fu engagement only has importance to me, because we have met. And this makes us "real life" friends, so remember that, friends. and now for some random thoughts Why do people decide to delete and block someone, because of something completely unrelated to them, except maybe in thier own over flowing emotional pot? Why does fubar get to people, and make them react the way th

Dear Friends (repost)
Dear friends,It is with the saddest heart that I pass on the following. Please joinme in remembering a great icon.The Pillsbury Doughboy died yesterday of a yeast infection andcomplications from repeated pokes in the belly. He was 71.Doughboy was buried in a lightly-greased coffin. Dozens of celebritiesturned out to pay their respects, including Mrs. Butterworth, HungryJack, the California Raisins, Betty Crocker, the Hostess Twinkies, andCap'n Crunch. The grave site was piled high with flours as long- timefriend, Aunt Jemima, delivered the eulogy, describing Doughboy as a manwho never knew how much he was kneaded. Doughboy rose quickly in showbusiness, but his later life was filled with turnovers. He was notconsidered a very "smart" cookie, wasting much of his dough onhalf-baked schemes. Despite being a little flaky at times, he -- evenstill, as a crusty old man -- was considered a roll model for millions. Toward the end, it was thought he would rise again, but alas, he was not

Dear Friend:
Friend Dear Friend,Take My hand in your hand. Lead Me away from my problems and fears. Dear Friend listen to what I have to say. Each day I face a new problem and fear. You are the only one I can be near to when I have a problem to talk about. Lets take a walk and talk about everything thats on are minds. We are Friends forever until we are gone forever. Then we are still friends. Wrote for My Ex Best Friend Delanea This pome was writeing 6-29-1999

Dear Children,
I know you did not ask to be brought into this world, but having you in my life is a blessing that is beyond any other. You are a reason to laugh, to love, to live life. You are my babies, my angels, my best friends, and always will be. I know this is not a perfect world. There are many things that are wrong. There are also many things that are good. You will scrape your knees, you will cry, and you will fall. I will be there to kiss things better, wipe away your tears, and help you to stand again. You will have hurt feelings, broken hearts, and days that you feel nothing is right. I will be there to hold you, to hug you, and to let you know that there will be brighter days. You will hate me, you will curse me, you will not speak to me. I will love you always, no exceptions. I will yell, I will scold, and I will get upset. I am not perfect. I will make mistakes. I will love you always, no exceptions. I will teach you, I will learn from you. Each day will be

Dear Tragedyi'm Never Waking Up Again So I'll Never Have To Find Out What You Did. Each Day It's Harder To Pretend. That Your Eyes Aren
I'm never waking up again so I'll never have to find out what you did. Each day it's harder to pretend. That your eyes aren't lying as much as your mouth did. I'd grab your head by your hair and I'd hack it off. And put it on display at the front of the yard on a stick that's decorated with a little pink bow and a sign that says "Her friends and family should have taught her more about love." Dear Tragedy, I never had anybody. But being alone wasn't half as bad as being obsessed with a breath taker, a smile faker. But these years alone have eaten me alive. Recounting pages in a book. That I'd torn out ashamed that one day you'd look. Afraid that once you did you'd really know how it felt to be a sucker on a string that you dragged around wherever you'd go. I'm running around, around and it hurts. Tempted to tape up the pages I'd ripped. And although I recognize that we're attached at the lips, you're the one in charge and that the captain's gotta sink with the ship.

Dear Santa
DEAR SANTA Dear Santa, Don't worry about me, you don't have to come here, you see we won't be having a Christmas this year. If you're wondering why we're doing this, let me tell you how it begun, it was Sept 11, 2001. Something terrible happened that day, and still we don't know why, but when it was all over there wasn't one person in America who did not cry. So when you're delivering presents around the world, and you see my mom/dad, in Afghanistan or Iraq, let them know we'll be skipping Christmas this year we're saving it for when they get back. So take my presents Santa, and give them to the soldiers who can't be here, tell them "Merry Christmas" and " Thank-you" from me and " Happy New Year"

Dear Fu Santa Claus
Dear Fu Santa Claus, I am writing my Christmas wish list to you. I know that you ain't real. I'm just writing this wish list out. I know no one will read it. If they do, they wont say anything about it. I know I am nothing special to these people that blings people. I do my best. I do have good frieds on here. They are just like me. Work hard on here, but always over looked. Just cause we don't look like the way people want humans to look like. Thin and perfect. So we manage with what we have. And at times it bothers us. But people don't see it. We are good, nice and caring people. So I am writing my Fu Christmas wish list now. I know I wont recieve any of this. These gifts will go to people that are rude and ungrateful. It is always like this on here and it will always be like that on here. 1 Cherry Bomb 2 Famplifier 2 Boomerang 3 Mega Polisher 135 Credits but would take 65 Credits Oops forgot to add a 3 month VIP

Dear Santa.
Dear Santa, All I want for Xmas is a man (not boy) who will say sorry, appreciates the small [and big] things I do for him, who dates only me, who'll turn the air on when i'm hot regardless of $3 xtra bill, who'll love my cooking and return the favor, who'll realize how amazing I am & all that me (and family) offers, oh & TALL DARK AND HANDSOME would b perfect. If u can't find that, plenty of booze will hold me over.

Dear Mom.
Dear Mom, We weren't always nice to each other. You were an infuriatingly stubborn old bat. We fought tooth and nail over what was best for you and what was best for our family. You were cranky, frustrating, and a complete and total nag. You drove me insane with your need to leave the T.V. on 24 freaking hours a day, your constant concern over your yappy little dog, and your meddling in the way I raised my children. I couldn't leave the house for more than 5 minutes without you calling me, worried about me and nearly in tears. In the last few years, you became anxious about everything. You pictured me in a car accident, you pictured me lost and alone, you even pictured me in jail if I was out of your sight for too long. I had no freedom. I had no life outside our home. I had no friends with the exception of your old persnickity ass. I complained all the time about how crazy you were driving me. And I loved you more than words could ever express. Probably more than you ever susp

Dear Dr. Laura, Why Can't I Own Canadians As Slaves? By Abby Zimet
Today was the first day for Dr. Laura Schlessinger and her "no-nonsense" advice on satellite radio. In her radio show, Dr. Laura has said that, as an observant Orthodox Jew, homosexuality is an abomination according to Leviticus 18:22, and cannot be condoned under any circumstance. An enquiry into other Bibilical admonitions raises some key questions. The following response is an open letter to Dr. Laura from James M. Kauffman, Professor Emeritus at the University of Virginia. Dear Dr. Laura: Thank you for doing so much to educate people regarding God's Law. I have learned a great deal from your show, and try to share that knowledge with as many people as I can. When someone tries to defend the homosexual lifestyle, for example, I simply remind them that Leviticus 18:22 clearly states it to be an abomination. End of debate. I do need some advice from you, however, regarding some other elements of God's Laws and how to follow them. 1. Leviticus 25:44 states

A Dear Friend In Need Of Levelling.
amiee@ fubar Dear all...would you be so kind to help out this friend of mine ? She works as hard as possible to level and is very close to it. It doesnt have to be much..anything would do. Thank you for all you do.

Dear Eddie....
Hey. It's me again. It seems that you always weigh heavily on my mind when something bad is about to happen, and lately, you've been on my mind alot. I seem to think that you try to guide me away from things and people that would hurt me, but you have always done that. Why should death stop you? I know that's what you would say to me if you could. I understand that since you're gone, it's harder to communicate, but you know I am always listening for you. No matter where I go, I feel like you're always right there, with your hand on my back. You touch my face every time the wind blows, and I taste your tears everytime I cry. I remember how you always smelled, cigarette smoke, adidas cologne and pot. I've never been one to get high, or smoke cigs, but you suddenly smell so good now that I can't smell you every day. But sometimes, even in a crowded room, I smell you, and I know you're simply saying "im here, I love you", and you know I love you too. It's these moments when I know that yo

Dear Pathetic Losers
My Dearest Douschebags. I am sick and tired of looking at profiles and reading all these wonderful things about you, giving me hope that there is actually some kind of chance for finding a decent man in this world. That maybe someday I will have that family, your loyalty, faithfulness, and trust. But then when we finally speak, the first words out your mouth are , “Hey, Nice rack! Can I see them!?”. WHAT THE SHIT IS THIS! Hopes and dreams dashed with the perverted minds of lameass assholes with only one desire in this world. To fuck. To see tits and ass, then to call up their friends and brag about it. The worst of you are the ones who make yourselves look like saints. And make it seem like you are interested, only to find an unsuspecting woman to screw a few times. You tell yourselves that you are not a bad person, that you are doing it for her. “to raise her self-esteem”. THAT is a load of bullshit. You are just a piece of crap doing anything you can to get a some of ass. W

Dear Cutter & Dear Razor Blade By: Anonymous
Dear cutter & Dear Razor Blade by:anonymous Dear Cutter, Come a little closer,Come to me.I am the only one,That can set you free. Your friends and family,They don't care.So I'll be your friend,Since no ones there. I can cure depression,I can stop the tears.I can take away the pain,That you felt for years. I'll never break a promise,I'll never tell a lie.I'll never be the one,That makes you wanna die.

Dear Mr. President
Dear Mr. President, I hear you would like to freeze pay rates for military starting next year Would you also consider cutting your own pay to save more money for our country? While you're at it lets cut down all congressman's pay too. If the people who risk their lives don't get an increase in pay why should we continue raising pay for those who take no risks and reap the benefits? REPOST if you support our troops!

Dear Sunny
Dear Sunny questions are to be posted here... she will answer anything (within reason) The Best question gets posted for Mays newsletter And a Bling PLEASE nothing derranged,psychotic or will otherwise give us a migraine....real questions this is suppose to be fun NOT childish...Thank you:)

Dear Heavenly Father
Dear Heavenly Father It’s a half past midnight And I’m down on my knees Oh dear heavenly Father Won’t you take this storm from me You know what I can bear But sometimes I just don’t I feel like I’m about to drown Adrift out at sea all alone Each day feels like a lifetime Waiting for each minute to pass Why can’t I just stop the tears Falling like sands in an hour glass I know that you are there And that it isn’t you but me So why can’t I just reach out I’m so tired of feeling lonely Oh dear heavenly Father I am down on my knees Why must you feel so distant When it is you that I need God won’t you hear my cries Before I go any farther Reach down and pull me up Oh dear heavenly Father I know that after the storm A rainbow awaits me I just have to draw upon you Your grace, strength and mercy In your arms I long to be Away from all this in life From my knees I reach out Deliver me from m

Dear Omar The Tard
Dear Omar Bin Laden, I understand that your complaints are obviously politically and religiously motivated for the simple reason that there is no justifiable argument for your position of consideration for "proper burials or justice". So let me make this perfectly understandable for someone who is apparently as stupid as he looks. Your letter in which the clear ignorant statements of ""We hold the American President (Barack) Obama legally responsible to clarify the fate of our father, Osama bin Laden, for it is unacceptable, humanely and religiously, to dispose of a person with such importance and status among his people, by throwing his body into the sea in that way, which demeans and humiliates his family and his supporters and which challenges religious provisions and feelings of hundreds of millions of Muslims."" should be addressed properly with a returned letter We held Osama Bin Laden legally responsible for the deaths of thousands of innocent lives lost during the attack on

Dear Penis..........
Dear Penis, After long consideration, I am going to decline your request for a pay raise for the following reasons; 1. Your shifts only ever seem to be about 10 minutes long 2. You fall asleep after each shift. 3. You always have to be simulated, you never seem to be self motivated. 4. You are unable to work overtime or double shifts. 5. You work place is always messy at the end of your shift. 6. You have been constantly seen entering and exiting the work place with two small, suspicious looking bags. 7. You have shown up to work ungroomed lacking the approriate clothing, resulting in a delay in your performance. 8. You have been seen entering competative work places, while under a binding contract. Regards, Vagina

Dear Blank, Please Blank (repost - Obviously)
Wenn man nicht aufpasst, kann es passieren, dass man ohne es zu merken gleich mehrere Stunden auf der “Dear blank, please blank” Homepage verbringt. Wenn ich nicht so vorsichtig wär, würde ich wahrscheinlich jetzt noch dasitzen und eine lustige Kurznachricht nach der anderen lesen. Wer von euch ausreichend Zeit hat, sollte sich die Seite nicht entgehen lassen. Es ist jedoch besser die Finger davon zu lassen, wenn man noch bei der Arbeit ist. Für diejenigen habe ich hier eine kurze Light-Version zusammengestellt: Die Karten sind hier im Etsy Shop für jeweils 4,50 Dollar erhältlich.

Dear Haterz
♥ Dear Haters,Don't Hate Me Because I wasn't who you thought I was or wanted me to be.Don't Hate because I am cute and sweet; hate cause you can compete. It's Better to be hated for who you are than to be loved for who you're not. So don't hate what you can't imitate.....Either Love Me or hate me, both ways I'm on your mind and I'm Flattered :) Plus, I learned to always forgive my enemies, nothing annoys them more ♥

Dear Abby (repost)
Proof once again that they walk among us.DEAR ABBY ADMITTED SHE WAS AT A LOSS TO ANSWER THE FOLLOWING:Dear Abby, A couple of women moved in across the hall from me. One is a middle-aged gym teacher and the other is a social worker in her mid twenties. These two women go everywhere together, and I've never seen a man go into or leave their apartment. Do you think they could be Lebanese? Dear Abby, What can I do about all the Sex, Nudity, Fowl Language and Violence on my VCR?Dear Abby, I have a man I can't trust. He cheats so much, I'm not even sure the baby I'm carrying is his..Dear Abby, I am a twenty-three year old liberated woman who has been on the pill for two years. It's getting expensive and I think my boyfriend should share half the cost, but I don't know him well enough to discuss money with him.Dear Abby, I've suspected that my husband has been fooling around, and when confronted with the evidence, he denied everything and said it would never happen again.Dea

Dear Congress
DEAR CONGRESS, Last year I mismanaged my funds and this year my family and I cannot decide on a budget. Until we can come to a unified decision that fits all of our needs and interests, we will have to shut down our check book and will no longer be able to pay our taxes. I'm sure you'll understand. Thank you very much for setting an example we can all follow.

Dear Diary: Texas. (joke)
Dear Diary,Just moved to Texas! Now this is a state that knows how to live!! Beautiful sunny days and warm balmy evenings. It is beautiful. I've finally found my home. I love it here.June 14th:Really heating up. Got to 100 today. Not a problem. Live in an air-conditioned home, drive an air-conditioned car. What a pleasure to see the sun everyday like this. I'm turning into a sun worshipper.June 30th:Had the backyard landscaped with western plants today. Lots of cactus and rocks. What a breeze to maintain. No more mowing the lawn for me. Another scorcher today, but I love it here.July 10th:The temperature hasn't been below 100 all week. How do people get used to this kind of heat? At least, it's kind of windy though. But getting used to the heat is taking longer than I expected.July 15th:Fell asleep by the community pool. Got 3rd degree burns over 60% of my body. Missed 3 days of work. What a dumb thing to do. I learned my lesson though. Got to respect the ol' sun in a climate like this

Dear Mr. President
Dear Mr. President Dear Mr. President Do you remember 9/11? well it's been 10 years, and though our soldiers caught our most wanted yet little has been done to calm our fears. America was up in arms our troops were put to the task they were asked to do their job 'cause they are the very best. Because of so little help it took a little long, but these are American soldiers they took out the two most wanted and they righted a wrong. Yet our boys are still away, and not home where they should be even though Saddam is buried in the hot dessert sand and Bin Laden in the cold blue sea. But now somethings happened that no-one understands, instead of coming home our boys are now in three sepera

Dear God!!!!
"I won't believe in heaven or hellNo saints, no sinners, no devil as wellNo pearly gates, no thorny crownYou're always letting us humans downThe wars you bring, the babes you drownThose lost at sea and never foundAnd it's the same the whole world 'roundThe hurt I see helps to compoundThat father, son and holy ghostIs just somebody's unholy hoaxAnd if you're up there you'll perceiveThat my heart's here upon my sleeveIf there's one thing I don't believe in its you dear god!!" by xtc

Dear Man
Some Things Men Should Know... The reason our bras don't always match our underwear is because WE actually CHANGE our underwear. The next time you and your buddies joke about armed women in combat, take a poll to see which of you successfully aim at the toilet bowl. If we're watching football with you, it's not bonding. We're watching because of the butts and we actually like football. If the truth hurts, ask us those ego-sensitive questions on your payday. Whenever possible, please try to say whatever you have to say after the movie. Don't fret if you find out that the postman delivers more than once a day. Please don't drive when you're not driving. Lay off the beans several hours before bedtime. Our bedtime headaches are inversely proportional to the number of baths that you take. If you were really looking for an honest answer you wouldn't ask in bed. The next time you joke about female drivers, research the numb

Dear Dream Boy
Dear dream boy :In the morning your the first to make me smile , it wouldnt be a good morning with out knowing your smiling your always there for me you hold me up when i fall you forgive me for my mistakes you give me chances that you never give othersYou give me your attention and time You listen even when you dont wanna hear ityou never disrspect me you laugh at my lil fits and make me laugh againyou are my strengthYou showed me when i was blind This is a thankyou for being all that you arethankyou for protecting methankyou for leting me in thakyou for standing herethank you for all the wrong that u make rightthankyou for drying my tearsthankyou for always holding my hand thankyou for showing me who you arethankyou for for seeing so much in me thankyou for giving my faith back in humianity thankyou for never turning your back on methankyou for showing me a prince is not just a fairytalenow that i write this all out im just thankful your in mylifeBut the thing Im most thankful for is

Dear Mom And Dad
Dear Mom and Dad, Look me up and see, what I've become. Despite what I've been through, where I come from. You hand delivered me, through Hell's gate. Signing those papers, sealing my fate. You slept warm and cozy, wrapped up in your bed. Not once did I, run through your head. Every Time I heard, that door creek. I knew what was coming, I didn't dare speak. I laid there shedding, my blood tears. As my cries, fell upon def ears. Innocence shattered, taken from me. I knew this wasn't the way, life should be. In my youth, I was older than my years. Fighting, struggling, facing my fears. I had to find a way, to come alive. And I did, the day, that little girl died. In her place stands a grown woman. I have found my voice. Life didn't really, give me a choice. I am strong, yet I am also weak. I hold my head up high, choosing to speak. But not to you Mom and Dad, you're not worth my words. They go out to the voices, that are never heard. The victi

Dear Mom,
Dear Mom, If tears could build a stairway, and memories were a lane, I would walk right up to heaven to bring you home again. No farewell words were spoken no time to say goodbye you were gone before I knew it, and only God knows why. My heart still aches in sadness and secret tears still flow, what it meant to lose you, no one will ever know.When you lose someone you love, you gain an angel Nothing you love is lost. Not really. Things, people – they always go away sooner or later. You can’t hold them anymore than you can hold moonlight. But if they’ve touched you, if they’re inside you, then they’re still yours. The only things you can really have are the ones you hold inside your heart.Good-bye Mom I loved so dear,( I Hear her ) I am not dead babygirl but sleeping here. I was not yours, but Christ’s alone. He loved me, He took me home.I HAVE NO MORE PAIN OR WORRY AND ONE DAY WE WILL SOON BE TOGETHER AGAIN.Somebody should tell us, right at the star

Dear __________
I don't miss you. You left me with bitter disgust. Disgust that you abandoned me. Me, the one you gave life to. To choose a shallow existence. Exist to worship money and fame. Fame with fake friends. Friends that don't care. Care is not a part of your lifestyle. Lifestyle of fake smiles, personalities and hatred. Hatred that hurts the innocent, the kind, the makers of your fortune. Fortune is mine. Mine I hold dear. Dear ______ ~Jenni R.

Dear Santa
Dear Santa.......you know what i want for Christmas but its not gonna happen, a new home and a job in 3 days just isnt possible, Christmas mornings gonna be mega crap, no gifts to open, no man to hug, no sons around me, best ill be able to do is watch a vid of Amelia opening presents and hopefuly a call from sons, im not complaining i know ur sooper busy with the kids n stuff but just once id like a little Christmas cheer. Maybe if i hadnt fallen for the wrong guy n lost all i had cos of him my life wud be better but cest la vie, im stuck with it so ill do what i always do n get on with making the most of it, rebuild a new life best i can, just gets tiring and yes i know when u hit the bottom the only way is up but a little hand now n then wud be appreciated, thats why i fu, to take away the bad days n try n achieve something but once again aint gonna happen cos i have no money and apparently according to many havent kissed ass......not sumthing i do as ya know,and to be honest no

Dear God
dear god, I wanted to ask you to protect my friend michelle when she gets up thier today, i was at the chappel when i heard the mister say two f words, fear and forgive. I forgive you for taking michelle at a young age of twenty one. I was going to ask you to protect her as she had a pretty good mouth on her and she would tell me to f off.. that they way she was.. I know know when it it my time to go, when i get thier, she will be running the place and she will sneek me in for free.. bedrock

Death & Pride
Laying on my bed, slowly drowning in my own pool of blood. Close my eyes, killing life with my silent screams. You can see it in my eyes, find it bleeding through my fingertips. Death lies beside me, waiting and creeping.. Death climbs on top of me, and sinks into me. Becoming one with death, it's one hell of a ride. I never thought, I would end up like this. To be Death's lover and one, what does this mean? Finding peace, in taking others.. Returning the favor, and helping death spread. Now I'm just a void, in Death's darkness. KinkyScreams 2000©

Death Waited
What was Death thinking, when he spilt that innocent blood onto the soiled ground, amongst the gravel and dirt, the trees and flowers. He sat on a rock, watching and waiting for his guard to be down, this boy who was not watching, nor really caring what went on around him, only worrying about nothing. Death waited patiently on this rock, calmly anticipating his next move on this poor, unfortunate soul who never knew Death waited on a rock, on a hill, behind his own house. Then, in only a split second, if that, Death flew from the rock towards him, entered him, and ripped out his soul, then left his body lifelessly on the ground, all the while grinning upon this. The birds fed on his body, this young boy who never knew Death waited for him, every day and every night, watching and waiting, to take his soul for his own keeping to do nothing with but hold for all eternity. By Me

Death
Death It's black as night You shall feel it's might It is something powerful Death It shall kill It cannot heal You shall feel it's pain Who shall it take this time? Shall it be you? Shall it be me? Who knows who death shall take away this time. Death is for real It is something everyone shall feel You cannot evade it You cannot escape it Death shall make you feel what is real And what is real is Death. Death You shall feel it You cannot get rid of it You shall live it Who shall fear it? I don't fear it! What about you? Do You Fear Death? Shall it last forever? Do you think it lasts forever? I may, but I may not. It depends on who has been taken away by death IT SHALL BE THE END OF EVERYONE!

Death Of A Soldier
A fine soldier passed today As he lay here in the sand While mortality was fading I held his dying hand. As the light in his eyes faded I pulled him up to me Hand-in-hand we walked away Across the yellow sea. In a steamy jungle years ago I fought in Viet Nam While fighting for my country The Father took me home. I came back to lend a hand When brother's time had come Mother's heart will surely break Now both her sons are gone. ©2003 D. R. Hyden

Death To My Lover [poem]
Death to my lover May is the coldest month, when flowers grow, yet memories die. Here are the roots, the story of love that dies with the heart. Winter comes, the growth of the beginning Summer comes with nothing but pracheam. And the rain comes to drench the ahava. The Sunlight comes and burns the gan. The last hour left with silence. Yesh li hammon ohev bisivel lakh. He came to the mountain of hope and despair. I was scared of the mysterious air, but he let me go… for the first time I knew how to feel free in the mysterious air. What comes in this story is nothing but— If You don’t know this, then you should go away from here, to find the answer of the truth. Yesh li shaila bishieval ha ohev, aht ya dat mackarach bi shevel li? “You know the answer lies within this garden.” I looked within the flowers, knowing the truth and the lie. The silence brings around nothing. not even a simple answer. Footnote/Translation: language is hebrew! hebrew/engli

Death
Death comes and go you don't know where it may appear. It could be now, later or in ten years. You won't know when it comes for you. You shouldn't be afraid of death 'cause death is part of life. I'll tell you one thing and that is, that I'm not afraid of death.

Death
you really wanna know what i think well here ya go. this bullshit war in iraq that we are fighting needs to end. I have friends dyin and ones that lay injured. every single person i know is fighting that war risking their lives day to day to help people in a country that don't want it. There are plenty of other things that need to be taken care of in this country. What about research for aids? or what about finding homes for the homeless, or even rebuilding new orleans? I hear alot of people say if u don't support the war u don't support the soldiers well god damn it i do support the troops, but i don't support this war. The troops do what they have to do, and they do under unbelieveable stress and pressure. Who ever voted for bush is a dumbass. Yeah i am from texas and i think our president is a dumbass, it is a shame to say he is from texas. He has done nothing but hurt this country since he has been in office. everyone pointed the finger at clinton for getting his dick sucked and

Deaths Invitation
You come to me with sword drawn high I meet you face to face, wanting a completion, a definitive ending to a life lived straightforward and strong. Womb of darkness and timelessness comfort me My moment in the sun was short and bright I accomplished a great deal in this world And now, I must retire this life for another. I rode the winds of freedom, I spoke the language of love. I drank the waters of life, I ate the fruit of success. I earned the gift of friendships, I fought the anger of war. I gave birth to new life, and now I visit death. © Copyright 2005 Amawitch-granny witch

Death Within My Hands
Death in my hands I am as I am with death in my hands not a day goes by when i think about the death that will lay in my hands. Why is it that you ask of the way i talk of death why can't you see that death will always be apart of me. Death lays with all, but it stay's in my hands until the end of my day's i will have death within my hands Brandylynn Christine Christian Copyright ©2006 Brandylynn Christine Christian --------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Death
I just read a friends blog that dealt with someone's suicide in their youth, and it got me to thinking about life and death in general. I am no stranger to death, lost my favorite grandfather on December 10th 1985, I can still remember all the details of learning that news. 2 years later his wife, my favorite grandmother passed away. In high school we had a suicide, and we lost someone in a car accident. When I was 18 my father passed on, and then in 2000 my stepfather died, on Father's Day. I had been stationed in California and flew home, he died 2 hours after I got home, while I was sitting there with him. I've had friends die, family die, I have even came close to dying. The first Marine funeral I ever went too was when one of my plattoon members, Cpl Jurado, who was from L.A. and had gone home for the weekend, because we were only stationed about an hour from there, was a passenger in a car where the driver had been drinking and ran into a concrete telephone type pole on the side

Death
I am death...Shall Yee feel my Wrath I steal all souls...For all whop will beg to be Free Your life in my hands...While you rot in Hell for all Eternally You shold have been a better soul... Maybe then I, Death would have left you Alone Walking these dangerous paths with ignorant thoughtless Care... While i follow behind carring my sycthe at yee side Now you must see as it has to be... I take all that is,As i can give...You Do Not deserve to be given Take care and weep deep my sorry dead lifeless Mortal... Soon you won't suffer in Damnation Alone~!

The Death Of Me
The Death of Me © Meg Everything you could have been Everything you'll be. Everything you dream about And everything you see. All the times you feel so much And times you let them go. Times you thought you wanted love And times you'll never know. Parts of you, you cannot hide Parts I'll never see. Parts that want to be alone And parts you share with me. All these things that make you whole I love like no one could. And this is why I dream of you In ways a lover would. For friends is not enough for me I know that it's been years. But love has grown to more than this Despite my greatest fears. Take a look behind these eyes And see the death of me. The love I feel for my best friend Though he will never see.

Death
Tonight I have experienced a very sad event not only to my life but to alot of my other friends lifes also. Tonight 2 of my friends got in a car accadent one died and the other is in critical condition. If you have a good heart you will keep the familys in your prayers. Thank you

Death Of A Friend
Well My friends, I write tonight with a heavy heart. I lost one of my dear friends to a very selfish act. Brent left this world the 26th September by commiting Suicide. Unfortunally due to Military duty I can not be at the at the Service that is being held for him. He left behind a young wife and three wonderful boys, all under the age of twelve. Leaving behind also many friends and family members. It is sad that one would think life so bad that ending it would seem better. I have seen much in my 24 years and not once would I think that my loved ones would be better off without me. It came as a shock to many hearing this news. May the Goddess bless and keep him, although he has done this. May whatever god he worship have mercy on him and welcome him into the afterlife warmly. With a Saddened Heart Dark Angel

Death.
So, my grandmother has cancer..She's 82 years old. We were told that she has 3-6 months to live, 2 weeks ago..now they dont expect her to make it past this weekend..so yeah..if I'm not on, or I dont feel like talking..PLEASE dont pressure me, and dont get all pissed and think that I'm mad at you, I'm just not w/ it right now..considering Sunday is my dad's birthday..and he's been dead for 3 years..=/ I just dont want to deal w/ bullshit and drama right now..so please, dont bring it to me.

Death Do Us Part
your name I have spoken countless times and your breath I have tasted and it runs through the memory of my mind. Hatefull things we have both done, horrible things we have both said nothing can or will take that back. Forever locked in the memory of my head. never have I loved, never had I the passion that we had shared, but all that is gone and will not and can not be repaired. Your touch I will never feel again, your caress I will always long but the hatred I have for you will keep you away, where you belong. Although you still walk, your soul is dead. Although you still breath your mind is numb. Your body is just a shell that houses the hatred you have for yourself and others alike. but still one day our tormented souls will pass in the great beyond and I will look upon you with loving eyes and scream out " my heart is torn, soul is weak, and my soul you still posses" never again shall we speak of the love we lost, or shall we mend our hearts, but our forever lo

Deaths Angel
this dress that she adorns is a shade of dire black and whole, at death, she scorns it comes creeping behind her back its clammy fingers grab her and it laughs at her surprise as its darkness surrounds her she slowly, painfully dies now inside a coffin lies her vacant shell her bodies no longer talking but her souls burning in hell into the ground they lay her and then they walk away they all soon forget her theres no flowers on her grave the angel of death grins for he will gladly judge those swimming in their sins those that refuse to budge and remain on the devils plate will never see the light or make it through heavens gate

Death
He was old. He felt old. His body did not work right anymore, and he was always tired. His eyes were rheumy, and there were pains in his joints that woke him in the cold night time. One night, as he slept, a soft white light filled his hut. He looked up, and saw the most beautiful Lady he had ever seen standing in the room. "Who are you?" he whispered. "Death," She answered, quietly. "Death?" His reply was confused. "I never thought Death would be so beautiful! We have always pictured you as some kind of spectre of fear." The Lady smiled. "You only fear Death because you do not remember it. Just as you fear Life, because you do not remember it. Come. Walk with me, and be at peace." He got out of the straw bed, and walked to Her. She took his hand, and he looked back at the bed. He saw his body, laying there. Still and unmoving. Dead. "It's quite a shock, isn't it?" Her voice was calm. "Am I .... dead?" "Most assuredly so. Come." They walked out of the cottage, hand

Death Of A Freind
one of a friend had die yesterday she was only 26 yrs old she was sick an all an her mother went out for 30mins to get her daug sum meds like she asked when the mom came back in 30 mins time she was out not knowing she would cum home to her daug.. dead in bed so this weeken started out sucks ... i feel so bad for the mother to have to fine her daug that way... ive had people worried about me cause mixing pills an so on so now this has wake me up cause lossing a friend even tho she wasnt close it was a friend an it hits hard cause death aint no toy thats for sure cant take it back i feel so bad tho not even sure what to say when they told me i was blank i didnt know if they was playin cause she was just out at the club wed.. for drunk an drown so see death can cum any time but we think she had mixed the wrong pills not knowing well i dont know what to say now so im out ... girl ya be missed know that

Death In The Family
Dealing with a death in the family is not fun. My uncle died yesterday at 6:48am. He was having liver problem and what we think ealry stages of Alzhiemers(I dont know if I spelled it right). Now granted I didnt know him very well he is still Family. Well to make it worse I had to read about it on myspace in a bulletin from my cousin. After I read it I called my mom and asked her why didnt she call and my mom nor my sister knew about it. So me and my sister tried calling our cousin to find out whats going on and of course no answer. I am sad that he passed but pissed that my cousin couldnt take the time to call someone to let them know. They say death comes in 3's so know I sit here and wonder whos next. I know that sounds grim but I cant help but wonder. I know this is going to be hard for my Aunt but she is a strong woman with alot of faith in GOD and she will pull through. So for everyone who reads this please keep my family in your thoughts and prayers as we go through this dark tim

Death
Take me away Please take me away away from all this pain please just take me away I have nothing to live for in this place no one to live for nothing to strive for I have nothing and no one please take me away why wont you just come to me I need to be gone to be rid of this place it doesn't want me nor need me too please just take me do with me what you will but don't leave me here with these people that do me harm don't leave me here in this place that has no name Please don't leave me here with my nameless soul Please don't leave me here Please death don't spare me this time

Death Or Shades Of Grey
It is often said that when we die it's only the beginning of everlasting life! I feel life as we know it is some how connected to the other side! It's like 2 alternate worlds coexisting with one another! Only one runs a time frame a lil quicker than ours. For me that explains dejavue, we enter one alternate universe and it takes a while for this reality to catch up so we get that feelling like we've been through this before! To me when we die we experience shades of gray and lite fog all around with everything a lil dim. I think the movie Silent Hill explains that very well! Some people die and they don't realize it so they walk around in this alternate universe exactly like ours but with out the colors of life. And some people claim to see the dead, but thats only because from time to time they cross over to this universe lost for a min and there is always someone who will see them! Even for a brief minute! I just had to share that analogy with my peeps and readers to give you all a

Death
After you die...Parallel Universe After death, you will continue to exist as if nothing has ever happened. You will continue to be yourself, but because you are in a parallel universe, some things will be different. You may not have married the same person, you might live in a different spot, but you will be the same person underneath it all and you will continue your life unaware that you ever died. Take this quiz at QuizGalaxy.com

Death At Lifes Door.
There will be a day when you are no longer here and gone. And what will people say about you. You will no longer care! Thus it has been said before “ your action speck louder then words” so will your life. I always thought that I had a lot of horn but I don’t have as much as I thought I did. For it is not for me to say what will be said on my last day nor is it yours for people will talk among them self’s to say what you did and did not do and how thing were. I only hope that people think kind of you / me at that point in time for ones may they remember the good and not the bad. There is a deep horn in life that is to be learned for there is little time here . Mines turn in to days and days in to weeks and weeks turn into years because moths turn to weeks for some reason. I have not broken this code for my little one’s are almost two yrs old and were did the time go for time stands still for no one, you see. That is what ties us all together. Were there is life there is death.

Death
This is a poem I wrote a few year after my son passed away. It is my intention to help others who have gone through a loss like I have. It is not easy. As a matter of fact it is the hardest thing a mother has to go through is to bury her child. Don't try to get through it alone and don't give up on the rest of your family. They love you and they need you too.

Death Of Habeas Corpus
Read what Keith Olbermann has to say about Bush signing the Military Commissions Act 2006" … a Special Comment tonight on the signing of the Military Commissions Act and the loss of Habeas Corpus. We have lived as if in a trance. We have lived… as people in fear. And now — our rights and our freedoms in peril — we slowly awake to learn that we have been afraid… of the wrong thing. Therefore, tonight, have we truly become, the inheritors of our American legacy. For, on this first full day that the Military Commissions Act is in force, we now face what our ancestors faced, at other times of exaggerated crisis and melodramatic fear-mongering: And lastly, as promised, a Special Comment tonight on the signing of the Military Commissions Act and the loss of Habeas Corpus. We have lived as if in a trance. We have lived… as people in fear. And now — our rights and our freedoms in peril — we slowly awake to learn that we have been afraid… of the wrong thing. Therefore, tonight, have

Death Of Habeas Corpus - Ii
Another take on the passage by Congress of the Military Commissions Act 2006 Thumbs Up for Torture - Military Commissions Act 2006 Passes as Law What was previously termed by Amnesty International as “Bad Domestic Policy” has now become bad domestic law. Today, the Senate Surveillance Bill, S.3930 and also known as the Military Commissions Act of 2006, cleared by the Senate and the House this week, was signed officially into law. This bill had been hotly debated before the Senate with several GOP objections, but passed Wednesday 253-168;. 219 Republicans and 34 Democrats voting to approve it in the House with 160 Democrats, 7 Republicans and 1 independent opposed. Last minute changes included allowing the US government to strip Green Card holders and other legal residents of the US of their rights if the government deems them to be an enemy combatant. The party or parties responsible for the changes are unknown. After culling various sources, news reports and the

The Death Of Fun
You may have noticed my HTML has been disabled. This saddens me but was necessary, it takes me any where from 10 to 20 minutes to open my page. Yes, I know it's more than likely that it's my own HTML on my profile that makes it so slow. I put my profile together not for me, but for YOU the viewer ... so, I'm not changing it. Please don't be discouraged and not leave anything though. Just a "HI" is fine. I really like the HTML comments, if you feel like still leaving them ... put them on my BLOG or MUMM's. I see them everyday, unlike my profile page. (it's opened once or twice a week) Which is why I disabled them - because while attempting to open the page - I'll get booted several times. When I finally do get it opened, it breaks the browser ... which means all those pretty GIF images are nothing but white boxes with a red 'X' in it. If points is your thing - (profiles comments are worth 2) You can still just drop a "HI" on my profile -or- leave your HTML image twice on my B

Death Row
The inmate on death row was scheduled to be put to death by firing squad the follow morning. Throughout the day, the prison guards were being very nice to him. But when they asked him if he wanted something specific for his last meal, he said he didn''''t want anything special. When they asked if there was something special he wanted to do, he said nothing. It went on like this all day. Finally, when he was put before the firing squad, the guard asked if he wanted a cigarette and a blindfold. "No," the inmate said, "just get it over with." "Well, is there anything that I can do for you before you go?" said the guard. "You didn''''t even want a special last meal!" The inmate thought. "Actually," he said, "Music is my life. One thing I would really like would be to sing my favorite song, one whole time through, with no interruptions." The guard nodded and told him to go ahead. The inmate started, "One billion bottles of beer on the wall..."

The Death Of God As The Self-overcoming Of Christianity
This was something I wrote when I was younger, in college in a bible literature class. I got an A on the report, infact it was my final. The paper was about what would happen if Job and Nietzsche met one day, and what points and facts would they give to one another about religion and life. How would the conversation be and how would it end? What points in their books or life would they point one, would one be more opposed to join the other side or would they still but heads? Would there be a fight or a peaceful conversation between the two? Well, though my mind is scattered and it's hard to stay on one subject, this is one paper that I am proud of. Enjoy! And if you haven't noticed, Gay Science is my favorite by Nietzsche. December 9, 2003 - by the[infamous]kat The Death of God as the Self-Overcoming of Christianity “What, in all strictness has really conquered the Christian God? The answer may be found in my Gay Science (section 357): "Christian morality itself, the conc

Deathspell
Deathspell (MScratch) First you must decide whether or not you would REALLY want to destroy your target. It is the responsibility of the magician to be certain of his intent, and yes, I believe you must seek her annihilation if you want a full-blown curse to succeed. If not, then perhaps your magic should be more self-directed and of a healing nature. Gather some minor possession of the subject, preferably hair, fingernail clippings, etc. Since she was an ex-lover, use the power of psychosexuality to your advantage and take a pair of her underwear. This will serve to connect you emotionally with the target of the curse, and aid in your visualization. Using some flamable material (colored tissue-paper will do the trick), fashion a simple doll, using the hair (or other material) as stuffing. You don't need to create a work of art here...just something that you can identify as the target. While creating your effigy, recite a mantra you have made based upon the target's name. (Info on c

Death Of The Old Gods
I can feel the sympathy in me start to wither Silence of your soul imbalance of the mind God wants nothing to do with us anymore The black wind blows in our direction again Reborn Into eternity the stars they spiral blackened I taste the warm flesh opening before me Doorways mentally closing in on themselves Hallways collapse become nothingness Liar in your ways and your words I feel relieved Hollowness it fills but gives me sustenance now I am god tonight and the stars they sing with us Dance into the fire of apathy We are dead tonight and their god envies us Crushing souls beneath my infinity The devil flesh forces shed of exterior Serpentine we awaken Dead beneath the moon Rotting in the twilight Disemboweled and empty of mind Lacking the will to rebirth thyself Damned, eternally Arise unto me Dying by my hand once more Throwing you destroying you Leading you into the sea

Death During Sex
Death During Sex Right in the middle of lovemaking, the husband dies of a heart attack. As the funeral arrangements are being made, the mortician informs the widow that he cannot get rid of her dead husband's rigor mortis hard-on which is sticking straight up in the air and if they don't do something, it will look odd in the coffin at the funeral. The widow tells the guy to cut it off and stick it up her dear departed's behind. The mortician can't believe his ears but the widow is adamant, so he does it. During the funeral, friends and relatives of the dead man were concerned to see a tear in the corner of his eye, but the widow assured them that there was no cause to be alarmed. Just before the casket is closed, the widow leans in and whispers in the dead man's ear, "It HURTS, doesn't it?"

Death
Her eyes begin to close as the tears roll to the floor. She knows death has pranced into the room for the reason of the kiss. She hears the moon calling as the ocean whispers her name. She lays there, Her hand slowly begin to grow cold. She is torn if she should go with them or not into the deep night sky. She decides to stop fighting them for she knows they will not leave without her tonight. Hearing the calling of her over and over again, She my now rest her head with ease, As she dances into the calling of the moon, And the ocean's soft whispers.

The Death Wish Generation And The Police
Dear Readers: A new Study Finds Crime Growing at 'Alarming Pace'. Some Cops Say Hometown Security Sacrificed for Homeland Security This huge problem is going to get worse before it gets better and all in the name of ignorance from the law enforcement executives and all the people in power would they be from the educational, political, religious or scientific community. The sad reality is that the very essence of their problem is due to pure ignorance and it is catching up with them and society at large. For years now I have pointed out this "Death Wish Generation" and its deadly subconscious attitude. Conventional educationists are simply helpless and keep drowning deeper in their lack of knowledge. There is so much more than what logic has to offer to those mental snobs and the obvious facts is that; the educational systems either scientific or religious values do not work and is failing miserably. This world's leaders are so logical, so rational so earthy and so slow t

Death In My Family
The only girl in my life who would never leave my side is gone. She never let me down, but i left her. But when i came home after so many years she still remebered and loved me. Amazing how much something so small can affect your life in such a large way. Going to miss you nick. Good Dog. Times like these shows you who your real friends are....

Death
DEATH THE FINAL STEPPING STONE ON THE ROAD OF LIFE, WHEN YOU CHOOSE IT THERE IS NO TURNING BACK, SO I TAKE THIS KNIFE, AND AS I CLOSE MY EYES, I SEE YOUR FACE FOR THE FINAL TIME. I THINK ABOUT YOU HOW YOU USED TO BE MINE. WHEN YOU CLOSE YOUR EYES SEE ME PLEASE, HOLD ME TIGHT, MY SPirit WILL BE WITH YOU, ALL THROUGH THE DAY AND NIGHT, I WILL KEEP YOU SAFE, AND OUT OF HARMS WAY. UNTIL YOU COME TO ME, ON YOUR FINAL DAY. YOU SAID YOU LOVED ME YET YOU WALKED AWAY, AND I THOUGHT OF YOU EVERY SINGLE DAY, YOU DID NOT THINK OF ME, YOU DID NOT COME, SO MY DARLING MY LIFE IS DONE. NO TURNING BACK, NO MOVING AHEAD, THE NEXT MESSAGE YOU GET WILL SAY I AM DEAD. YOUR LIFE WILL GET BETTER THIS I SWEAR, YOU WON'T HAVE TO TALK TO ME, YOU WON'T HAVE TO CARE SO GOODBYE MY FRIEND GOODBYE MY LOVE I WILL BE BESIDE YOU IN THE FORM OF A DOVE. FROM THIS DAY FORWARD I WILL BE THERE RIGHT BY YOUR SIDE. REMEMBER ME MY LOVE THE REASON WHY I DIED AND UNTIL WE ME

Death
I HAVE BEEN GONE FOR AWHILE.. MOVED.. AND DIDNT HAVE INTERNET FOR A BIT.. AND..WELL.. ONE OF MY HORSES... ONE OF MY BABIES.. DIED LAST WEEK.. SO THIS LAST WEEK HAS BEEN HARD ON ME.. THEY ARE LIKE MY KIDS... SHE WAS MUCH TO YOUNG TO LEAVE.. ONLY 16.. BUT HAD BEEN VERY SICK. I DID EVERYTHING I COULD.. AND IT JUST WASNT ENOUGH.. WHICH IS REALLY HARD FOR ME BEING I AM A VET TECH AND ALL.. THERE IS NOTHING MORE FRUSTRATING THAN HAVING EVERTHING TO SAVE AN ANIMALS LIFE AND STILL NOT BEING ABLE TO DO ANYTHING.. UUUGGGHHHHH..... WELL ITS GETTIN EASIER.... I JUST MISS HER.. STILL DO STUPID THINGS.. LIKE WHEN I GO OUT TO FEED.. I GET ENOUGH FEED FOR 5... WHEN IN FACT ALL I NEED IS ENOUGH FOR 4... :( ANYWAYS... I MISS YOU MISS CRICKET... I HOPE YOU ARE ENJOYING RUNNING THROUGH THE FIELDS OF NICE GREEN GRASS...

Death Sentence For Saddam
Greetings all, Today, Saddam Hussein was sentenced to death by hanging for his crimes against humanity. He was found guilty for 148 deaths in the Sh'ite town of Dujail in 1982. Saddam was defiant while the verdict was read shouting "God is great". Some conspiracy theorists beleive that this verdict "surprisingly" came just in time for the upcoming elections. A few senators have even commented and said there is "a special place in hell for Saddam." Iraq has one side that is happy and jubilant about this verdict, while the other side is protesting on his behalf. What do you think about Saddam receiving the death penalty? How will this verdict and death sentence change Iraq? For the better or for the worse? Will this verdict help speed up the war in Iraq and bring our soldiers back home sooner? Share with me your thoughts and opinions in my blog entitled "Death Sentence for Saddam"

Deaths Backdoor
i think of you i long for you i am empty like deaths backdoor celestial bodies heavenly clouds nothing can feel memories faults i am empty like deaths backdoor i'd free your soul if i had the key wanting to hold you just one more time i know this is how it is meant to be i know where i am standing and where i should be but i am empty like deaths backdoor

Death
Sue Harstad Location of Death: Milwaukee, WI Date of Death: 11/6/2033 6:30:06 PM Last Person Called: Marcelino Last Number Dialed: 911 Autoposy Performed: Yes Date of Autoposy: 11/6/2033 6:30:06 PM Cause of Death: Stabbing See your own death. Or Try this Awsome Game

Death Around Me...still Not As Bad As Before....
Sorrounded by threats of death I can see the ice of my breath Blowing crystals side to side My anger for it i hide I had to get out before i let my mind slide Into darkness im lookin to rewind time Start up my kind rhyme I cry Wonder why All those around me get shot and and die The thought of love Gave me a mental shove I had good people who care Why did i ever to the things i dare The color blue, the color red The things ive said To those that are dead I dedicate the rest of my life To do get shit together settle down and get wife I want you to know My flow is to memories of all of you....becuase of you i know where to go

Death Or Life?
Please just leave me alone to rot and die, You have killed my mind with your negative lies. With every breath your stinking carcass takes, Locks my mind behind a wrought iron gate. The heavenly light that I once saw, Has been casted out by your filthy made up laws. The fire of my mind has been banished by your ill gotten hand of fate, You tell me it has gone to far, its beyond to late. Your bone crushing words have shackled me to the floor, The end seems to be upon me, there is only but one door. My shadow seems to have turned and run away, Only an empty shell has been left and it shall pay. My mind has been broken under your torrent words of pain, I have nothing but to give up as I slowly go insane. As you quickly and quietly lock me in my padded cell forever to keep, This broken down tortured mind begins to weep.

Death
If you're reading this Then I finally did it I'm sorry I didn't say goodbye There was no time Understand I was stressed Living day to day was hard And I gave it my best But there was nothing left For me in this world To convince me to stay Now I'm long gone away Don't you do that Don't you start your tears Just remember all the time we spent over the years Never cry Never think bad to me What's done is done and that's the way it had to be I need you to be strong for me Say your prayer everyday in my memory I'm sure it's helping me To earn my feathers To get some wings And a halo and a harp and angelic things And even though I'm gone And outta sight Never worry about me I'm alright You only saw the outside Never knew what I was feeling Now everyday you lay in bed staring at the ceiling But you don't see me no more You can fill your heart with memories And things from before But everybody got a purpose in life To survive when the sunrise You gonna li

Death Of A Dog
eulogy to a loving dog Today a very loving dog was put to sleep after only 5 years of life. he was born approximately the first of March in 2001. he was picked up by animal control and held for lack of rabies license. the owner didn't want to pay the fine so we got the chance to adopt him. we had a red dobie that was put to sleep at age 14 just before we got the chance to get Blue. Blue came to us just a month after Dutch was put down. Blue saw us thru several surgeries. My kids loved their blue horse dog. Blue was the most loving dog i know. this blog is for you Blue. I loved and miss you. have fun in dog heaven.

Death
The Last Look At last look i saw death, a great creature that only can be described as godliness. A fear that can be described as emptyness. The grass is always greener on the other side but your not supposed to see that grass, only imagine its there, for if you see it that means its possible to be there. The reality is the grass is green but its not sunny there its night- pitch black to the point where the only reason you know there's grass there is because i just told you there was.....We were born without manuals just the instinct of our parents. Last time I checked, humans and animals have the instinct to kill and survive is that a good thing to be born into?You are born into freedom but have laws written to kill it. You can do anything as long as you face the consequence. You are given the greatest gift of choices and the biggest disappointment of not knowing what could have been - if only....At first look, I was dealt a hand to be played so i could understand the me

Death Of A Friend
If you've read my blog "SUNDAY BRUNCH" you know about the wonderful group of sweet old ladies I've adopted as my family. The time I pass with them means more to me than anything else in my life. My dear friend Muriel recently. She was 94 years old. Muriel was one of the warmest, most compassionate people I have every known. She was a nurse and served as a missionary in Africa for 55 years until her retirement at age 75. Muriel never married. Rather she chose to dedicate her life to helping the poor African children in any way she could, and when she couldn't help them to live, she cradled them as they died. Hundreds of dying children passed through her arms into the arms of her God. She was a blessing to all that knew her. Muriel fell recently while strolling the grounds at the retirement residence and crushed her hip on the edge of the sidewalk. At that age the bones are often too brittle to heal and in Muriel's case, surgery was not possible. I visited her as of

Death Is A Passion
Your thorns grasp deeper... Permeate my head. Where my body lies. There is no bed. You've crowned me king. My ace of spades. Your the devils due.. When the bills are paid. Your sharpened talons, Painted bloodlet red. Your scathing breath... Bores through my head. If this is life... I'd be better off dead. Of a twisted hook... Buried in my loins. Making me wish, I was never borne. Your knarled teeth... Via my jugular vein. I close my eyes Yet in vast distain. I concede the fact, Soon I'll feel no pain. You sap me dry. In soul and keep. My mind in awry. In mental deplete. I lie in prone. In disheveled defeat. By time you read this. My ink is dry. Life as I knew it. Has passed on by. Sometimes I wish, I was made of stone... Just scatter my ash, Of char and bone. In the end ... Be no wind nor tide. A piece of paper, Of final confide. A silenced storm. As I pass on by. Of grasses of brown... And mountains of clay. Of silenced s

Death
"Death is nothing at all. I have only slipped away into the next room. I am I, and you are you. Whatever we were to each other, that we still are. Call me by my old familiar name, speak to me in the easy way you always used to. Put no difference in your tone; wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever the household word that it always was, let it be spoken without effort, no trace of a shadow on it. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was. There is unbroken continuity. Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am waiting for you, somewhere very near. Just around the corner. All is well." - Henry Scott Holland (1847 - 1918) Canon of St Paul's, London

Death
YOU! HOT FACE in fire like waterfall heavens implosion Figure it lightly, im sorry included are twenty periods shussssh! like this: .................... this should be adequate. adequate enough to quench that guilt. right? lets ask the star! the rats that fly by in distant murals, the ones who flip and float heartily in the falsehood of midnight ah but you know there are some who had to love for a lifetime. hearts that beat for you furiously, thoes friendless and tired, choiceless and deranged. there are graves filled with unrequitted storytime. Always their hearts come unto me as ghosts black on white. As sheets burning in the twilight this is FARCE! Say he, into the empty apology. into the vagabond lettering displayed. So was it? ah, i love the silence of rhetorical query.

Death Of A Father
I bet you wouldnt care take a second to reflect and then forget collect the check and live your life giving someone else a good life change yourself how you want it return the favor and then you flaunt it took him in like he was my own left for dead now im all alone you could care less who you hurt move forward rub my face in dirt self absorbed without a care never look back nothing left there take everything from me laugh in my face and spit on me crooked face and cold stare look at me and say it isnt there well where the hell did it go it wasnt me who let it roll you think you have all the control ill bide my time and then youll know whats its like to feel this pain left alone and going insane you explained while he cried why i had to leave and why I died why he doesnt have a father trying to get along was such a bother short change me leave me broke crying poor what a joke two minutes is all it takes to send an email for christ sakes to keep me from

The Death Of Personal Liberties......
All those that know me, hate me, love me, or are just indifferent know that I have been trying to become more congruent in my life. And I think that is why the election in South Dakota is more disturbing than reassuring. Eventhough the draconian anti-abortion law was struck down (yeah!!!!!!), medical marijuana and gay marraige was banned. After thinking it over, it sends the same message that I find so disturbing.........pick on them, not me. Because somewhere around 90% of the population has the opportunity or ability to procreate, but 90% of the population will not know someone with such dibilitating pain or the treatment for their disease that the only way they can stay functional and pain free is to indulge in some cannibis sativa, or know two people that are in love with each other that they will never separate but can never be together (think Ladyhawk with better hair). At the end of the day, to steal blatantly from Carlos Mencia, this election was for personality liber

Death To Script!
YOU! HOT FACE in fire like waterfall heavens implosion Figure it lightly, im sorry included are twenty periods shussssh! like this: .................... this should be adequate. adequate enough to quench that guilt. right? lets ask the star! the rats that fly by in distant murals, the ones who flip and float heartily in the falsehood of midnight ah but you know there are some who had to love for a lifetime. hearts that beat for you furiously, thoes friendless and tired, choiceless and deranged. there are graves filled with unrequitted storytime. Always their hearts come unto me as ghosts black on white. As sheets burning in the twilight this is FARCE! Say he, into the empty apology. into the vagabond lettering displayed. So was it? ah, i love the silence of rhetorical query.

Death Has Better Ways
As I watched the shotglass travel through the air, it seemed almost in slow motion. Maybe it was the effect of the whiskey. Fuck it, I thought to myself, as I watched it shatter to bits against the back wall. I bear no remorse for its loss. It was taking way too long using it as the middle-man. Drinking straight from the bottle is much faster. Each time I set the bottle back down, I give the revolver on the table a respectful glance, with the single bullet loaded into it. The life of a private investigator is never easy. You have to be ready to deal with the fact that no one loves you. Even the people who hire you think you are scum. That's why they came through your door. They hired scum to catch scum committing adultery, or pretending to be your child to get a chunk of your family treasury. No one likes you. You're alone. You're very alone. Eyeballing the pack of cigarettes on the counter, I ponder the ratio to that of the ammo in the gun. One bullet, one cigarett

Death's Dirge
Death's Dirge I'm lost upon this planet earth seek entrance to another realm Can't tell you what my life is worth thought of death it overwhelms * * * I'm weary of my mundane life it weighs heavy ‘pon my soul loneliness and boredoms rife escape from these my goal * * * Grim Reaper visit me I pray bequeath to me the solace of the peace of death today I'll hold ‘gainst you no malice * * * But if you chose to leave me here it's you that I shall seek to wipe from face that wicked leer and pon you vengeance wreak Kevin F. Dustin

Death
Death Death is a very powerful thing, it brings grief and pain, and it can drive people insane, I belive that people are not afraid of death, they are afraid of the pain that results in death. Johnathen Allen Forcum Copyright ©2006 Johnathen Allen Forcum

Death Comes In Three's
Murió Valentín Elizalde Fue ejecutado en Reynosa, México Notimex Valentín Elizalde tenía 27 años de edad (79-06). Su última producción discográfica fue "Vencedor", para el sello Universal. Univision Online y Agencias 25 de Noviembre de 2006 Tenía 27 años de edad Colegas lamentan su muerte REYNOSA - Al salir de una presentación en el palenque de esta ciudad de Tamaulipas, México, el cantante grupero Valentín Elizalde 'El Gallo de Oro' fue ejecutado con más de setenta casquillos de metralleta. El intérprete de 27 años de edad estaba en su camioneta junto con tres personas, dos de ellas también resultaron muertas, y la otra, un primo de Valentín, resultó lesionado y se encuentra hasta el momento en un hospital local. Envía tus condolencias a la familia Elizalde Recuerda a Valentín bajando música aquí Tenía 27 años de edad Audio Valentín Elizalde “Vencedor” Escucha completita la última producción de Valentín Elizalde: V

Death And Birth
As the most of you know November 27th is the first anniversary of the Death of my son David. He is loved and will never be forgotten. This was probably going to be a very bad anniversary thats the way it was leading anyway. Tell me that Our God is not a right on time God. November 21st this year just 6 days before the anniversary of Davids death a new life was brought to us. My Grandaughter Destiny Faith. Out of the Ashes new life begins. Out of desolatin a new hope. Out of despair comes happiness. Through a bad time we know the Good. Through death we know new birth. Although not very religious I do believe there is an all might power he knows our needs as well as our desires.

Death Of Juggalo Jimmy!!!!!
death of a juggalo death of juggalo jimmy I set waiting , hoping you'll call hours and hours pass no call at all I think its possible you know how it feels inside, when being alone a lil bit of u dies. Love surpasses all sense of time, leaving me hurt and bout to cry. I hold my tears inside, so you won't see, the weakness and pain inside of me. Do you think of him when your with me, cause I think of you in evreyone I see. Baby, all I want is your heart, that's all I've wanted from the start. Please don't leave me hurt and alone, cause damn it hurts like hell when your gone. In my heart you have a place, I want your love no mater how long it takes. Crazy it seems how I feel, but from my heart I swear, this shit is real. If you say that we're over I can take it, Even if I front and fake it. By Juggalo Jimmy 11/26/06

Death
Hey everyone. Well right now I"m back in Indiana because on the 18th my dad died of a heart attack. He was 43. I cried for like 6 hrs non stop when I found out in Killeen Tx. I took a grey houund back to IN. Now it really suck's cause I was doing really good in TX and this happened out of no where. I think I might have to stay here for awhile to take care of my mom and sis. UGH.. crys* I just wish thing's could go good for me. I know everything happens for a reason though. I miss my dad a lot.. I have not seen him in 7 months. I only talked to him 3-4 times in that period. UGH okay.

Death Strikes The X-men :(
X-Men's Dave Cockrum Dies at 63 By KATRINA A. GOGGINS COLUMBIA, S.C. (AP) - Comic book illustrator Dave Cockrum, who in the 1970s overhauled the X-Men and helped popularize the relatively obscure Marvel Comics title into a publishing sensation and eventually a major film franchise, died Sunday. He was 63. In his Superman pajamas and with his Batman blanket, Cockrum died in his favorite chair at his home in Belton, S.C., early Sunday morning. He had suffered a long battle with diabetes and related complications, his wife, Paty, said Tuesday. At Cockrum's request, there will be no public services and his body will be cremated, according to Cox Funeral Home. His ashes will be spread on his property. At Marvel Comics, Cockrum and writer Len Wein were handed the X-Men. The comic had been created in 1963 as a group of young outcasts enrolled in an academy for mutants, but the premise failed to capture fans. Cockrum and Wein took the existing comic, added their own

Death
Death is a vortex, he slowly draws you in You can try to escape, but he won't let you win Run away, call out, "catch me if you can" But he sees always to where you have ran Go seek a doctor, they may help you to run But when its their time, death will have more fun All try to escape, none ever succeed You only delay time and suffer a slower bleed Death will swirl around you, thats when its time He will draw you in, its the end of your line

The Death Of Common Sense
I just copied this from a MUM. I think it is awesome. Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Mr. Common Sense. Mr. Sense had been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. He will be remembered as having cultivated such value lessons as knowing when to come in out of the rain, why the early bird gets the worm and that life isn't always fair. Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you earn) and reliable Parenting strategies (adults, not kids, are in charge). His health began to rapidly deteriorate when well intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a six-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition. Mr. Sense d

Death
Remember all I wrote this during a very bad time in my life. Chapter 1 In the darkness I fall Not knowing where or when I shall land Seeing nothing but blackness, nothing but emptiness I feel free as I fall Like someone or something is making me whole When I finally land, the darkness is still there No light or sound can be seen or heard all around I walk in one direction and I don't stop for sometime I finally come to a room and I peak inside There is someone on the floor, she is not moving There is blood all around her and a blade at her side I look down in her and scream For the one who is lying on the ground is me I run in the direction I came, trying to escape the horrible sight I finally stop when I hear voices in the distance They are laughing and are happy I run in the direction of the voices and stop short I see my friends carrying on and on like nothing had happened When I try to speak, no words come They can't

Death
Some times as you get older you realize that all the things you did are not what we wanted to be rememberd for ,so we have to make sure we get it right the first time out.If not she comes around and we are not ready for her ,that is when we try to bargan with her and she can't bargan with our souls. Her job is to take and deliver not bargan or make a deal.If she comes for you just go don't fear the reaper she is not sent to punish she is their for the soul only and to deliver you were you need to go ,so do what you will for no one escapes the reaper.

Death By Lies
Doomed to live this way day after day. Why can't this pain go away? Your still with him, I'm still alone Walking around this earth like a fucking drone Your words rip apart my soul.......my life The same way my skin splits between the knife Don't feel bad for me, Don't ever care Because when I end myself I dont want you to scream that this shit isnt fair You made my life this way with your greed, your corruption Fueling this fire to aid my erruption I will act normal and not show you its coming This time I will lure you into my TRAP You will think it's all normal until I SNAP Helpless you will be, then you can see what you have CREATED A demon from hell with desire to be HATED As he destoys you, two words he will chant... Never Again

Death Note
Well, my very first Anime Convention and my first time doing Cosplay and I decided to not make it easy. I'm going to be doing Misa from Death Note which is a Manga. I'm doing the Misa from the How to Read and I'll be posting pictures to give everyone an idea soon. Just to give you a taste...I'm making everything on this costume, including a very large scythe. It's going to be lots of fun...

Death Of Friend
I just found out a friend of mine died Saturday morning. He was 62 years old. We weren't like best friends or anything. He lived across the street from my friend Carmen. I would go over there and visit with him and his wife and play with their lil mini-dachshund a few times a week. He was always so nice to me. It's ripping me apart inside. Carmen thought I already knew he had died so she called me just now and told me his obituary was in the todays paper and that it was done very nicely. I was like, "What? He died?" No I am not upset with her for forgetting to tell me sooner. She's got a lot on her plate right now. I just wanna curl up and cry for hours. I have lost people before so I know the pain will go away eventually, but it's here now and it's choking me. He was a wonderful man and I am greatful to have known him. He seemed to smile all the time. He put off such positive vibes. It was just a pleasure to be near him. I will try to remember the good things about him and remember t

Death
Blah...FINALLY! It's over, it's all over. At this point I don't care how I did, as long as it is all over, thank the Lord and whatever other gods maybe listening to me! I still have things to do: ~Go to RM today ~Come back to Gville Friday for a friends party ~BACK to RM Saturday ~Get naked for Ravenspedigree for fun photoshoots and goofing off this weekend! ~Spoil my pets ~Try to not get on my Parent's nerves...O_o ~Perhaps get a new car, even though it wont be new, it's still going to be old as myself and my parents can't afford a down payment on a car, so it'll be new to me, but not to the world...and eventually it can fall apart as well...goody So for the past two nights my sleeping habits have been atrocious, no idea why, I wish I knew, but theres nothing I can do about it now other than pray it didn't affect my exams any. So cross your fingers that I've passed the rest of my classes, and I am going to go to bed, because I really really need it for later today w

Death To Memories
A glimmer of hope the coldness of your touch a long distant memory of missing you memories become nightmares that dont go away they live inside my head to haunt another day one day soon I hope they will fade leaving me alone to live again the pain will fade all will go away

Death, My Friend
Death, my friend, you are always there, from you, no one flee, you are everywhere, still, I wonder, why you are never here... Death, my friend, you release others from pain, all those people, they get free, so many slain, yet, I ask, why I am still here in vain... Death, my friend, you everywhere see, from you, just redemption, can I plea, here I ask, come here, set me free... by SorrowMan

Death Penalty
i have a question How do u feel about the death penalty? now....if u knew some of the reasons that people have been executed and how many innocent people have died on death row would u feel the same way? a man died becuz he raped someone and then attempted to murder them...he DIED becuz of this! then you have some people that died becuz they raped someone....should these people have died for the crimes that they did? do you know how many women are on death row? there are 52 women on death row. the military have their own death row..and right now they have 7 men waiting to be executed...6 of them are black men. i live about an hour away from where they execute WOMEN in pa..and not to much farther away from where they execute the men. in pa we only have the lethal injection, but did u know that they still give people the gas chamber and STILL HANG PEOPLE? there are a total of 3500 people right now in different states that are waiting to die....yes some of these crimes are

Death
Well this year blows hardcore. My Aunt Helen died last night. She starved herself to death. My Uncle Jim died on the 1st of December of cancer. And my Nanny (Great Grand Mother) died in September. This year BLOWS!!!!!!!

Death Of A President And All Hail The Hypocrites
Yah know, I may come off as being very unpatriotic and that is not the case but when I woke up thus morning and heard that President Gerald Ford had died, other than feeling for his family, I was like "so what". For those flag wavers who are not up on their history. Gerald Ford was the first president never to be elected to the office. Each other President who had gained the office by death of a president had been been later elected at least once. Now, check this out. Gerald Ford was not even the Vice-President by selection. He gained the office following the resignation of Spiro Agew, the Vice President under Nixon. So, Agnew resigns, Ford moves up, Nixon is forced to step down under the Watergate scandal and Ford moves up again. Kinda like a lucky pawn in a chess game. Ford spent 1973-74 as vice president and 74-77 as president (the books stretch is since inaguration of the 1976 President Elect is sworn in during the month of January). Ford did not figure out on his o

Death Wriiten Horror
In death do thy part with such sweet sorrow, Freedom of agony, and these horrid visions of torment. No blood or poison is the way thy shall flee, But an unscripted word, that has only meaning to thee. Brittle and cold, not a word is moaned. A sweet hallucination, and now I am alone. Falling down, unable to move, A final cough of torture and my soul has been soothed. Finally, nothing is dieing, Dreadful malaise is not prying. Malicious delusions have stopped flowing from thy soul, A vindicated feeling, no story must ever be retold. I am free! I must be joyful, Yet I am dead, so how can that not be sorrowful? I lay here unable to move, Will I not be discovered, is my body now doomed? Death, was this a horrid mistake? Now I am worrying of what my thoughts did not intake. Vindication in this way is not a true freedom from life, I am now caged, unable to feel, which causes such morbid strife. I did not believe that the end was this deranged, I hoped it would

Death Of My Master
MY MIND IS NOT CLEAR, THE ROAD IS SO LONG WITHOUT YOU BESIDE ME,I SENSE I DONT BELONG I WANT TO PLEASE YOU AND SHOW YOU I CARE I REACH OUT FOR YOU, BUT YOU'RE NOT THERE COULD NEVER SAY I LOVE YOU, DIDNT KNOW HOW TO FEEL ONLY REACHING OUT TO YOU, KNOWING OUR LOVE WAS REAL. DAYS ARE SO DREARY AND I CRY THROUGH THE NIGHT WANTING THIS PAIN AS YOU MADE THINGS FEEL SO RIGHT ILL SEARCH TILL I FIND A LOVE THAT IS TRUE THE KIND OF LOVE, I HAD ONCE WITH YOU. I KNOW YOU MISS ME AND HAD TO SET ME FREE I MISS YOU TO, SOME DAY WITH YOU I'LL BE..... DEATH MAY HAVE SEPERATED US BUT OUR HEARTS REMAIN AS ONE............I MISS YOU........I LOVE YOU....

Death Penalties
In Texas, everyone remembers about McDuff getting paroled from prison "accidently" and, after his release, he killed 3 more innocents. This is on my mind terribly because I very well could have been one of them who was abducted at a car wash on night here in Austin years ago because I was there back in the day where folks didn't have cell phones. I feel fortunate to be unscathed, excepting in the haunting cries that I wasn't sure what they were at the time. That being said, it is no surprise that Texas is for the Capital Punishment for the Death Penalty. At any rate, I have heard some people upset that Saddam Hussein was hung in spite of his crimes. It isn't so much his dying, for some of those who didn't like his hanging, but the fact that he died such a ruthless death. Circulating now is a video, supposedly (not verified) of his hanging. Don't watch it if you aren't prepared to watch it...... I don't know about you, but it seemed to be a relatively quick dea

Death
MY BEST FRIENDS DAD DIED YESTERDAY FROM CANCER AND I JUST WANT TO SAY GOOD BYE AND WE LOVE YOU AND YOU ARE THE BEST MAN YOU TOOK CARE OF YOUR FAMILY DIDNT MATTER WHAT YOU HAD OR WHAT YOU DIDNT HAVE YOU ALWAYS JUST WANTED YOUR FAMILY TO BE HAPPY AND THEY WERE ..YOU DID YOUR JOB WELL AND WE LOVE YOU ...THANKS FOR THE MEMORIES .... MR CLEAR REST IN PEACE LOVE MELISSA

Death
A field of blood roses blowing in the wind. Angels crying down from a far. A figure standing alone in the midst. He’s caught within himself holding back the hatred he’s felt for years. His woman long since gone now only dust blowing in the wind. He has nothing but pain left. Morning and Night to deaths delight his swords bring home cold blood and broken bodies. the widowed lover. He’s the soured warrior. The corporeal form of the reaper. He’s death itself

Death Of My Cat
Bye mom, i hope you feel better and get to come home soon. I was 8 and leaving the hospital with my dad and 4 year old brother. Mom was getting ready to have her kneecaps replaced,and was going to be in the hosptial for 3 to 4 days. On the way home dad got pulled over for rolling a stop sign and got a ticket. It really pissed him off and he told me that it was my fault for being loud with my brother and making him not pay attention to what he was doing. When the cop left he backhanded me twice in the face for him getting the ticket. We stopped at aLawsons on the way home. Dad came out with 2 cases of beer and a carton of vantage ciggerettes. He yelled for another 10 min or so as he drank his beer and drove us home. He told me to go straight to my room. I ran up the steps and slammed my door crying. Dad always treated my brother better than me and i could never figure out why. A little while later dad came upstairs. He was laughing and smelt really bad. i knew then h

Death Of A Private Part
An old man, Mr. Goldstein, was living the last of his life in a nursing home. One day he appeared to be very sad and depressed. Nurse Tracy asked if there was anything wrong. "Yes, Nurse Tracy," said Mr. Goldstein, "My Private Part died today, and I am very sad." Knowing her patients were forgetful and sometimes a little crazy, she replied, "Oh, I'm so sorry, Mr. Goldstein, please accept my condolences". The following day, Mr Goldstein was walking down the hall with his Private Part hanging out his pajamas, when he met Nurse Tracy. "Mr. Goldstein," she said, "You shouldn't be walking down the hall like that. Please put your Private Part back inside your pajamas." "But, Nurse Tracy," replied Mr. Goldstein, " I told you yesterday that my Private Part died." "Yes, you did tell me that, but why is it hanging out of your pajamas?" "Well", he replied, "Today's the viewing."

"death By Chocolate" Cookies
1 1/3 cups self rising flour 1 cup white sugar 2 tbs. light brown sugar (not necessary to pack) 1/4 cup dark cocoa powder 1/2 cup magarine or butter, melted 3 tbs. vanilla extract 1 large egg 1/2 cup flaked coconut (optional) Preheat oven to 325º. Blend dry stuff together well, then add in margarine, vanilla, and egg. Stir well, then mix in coconut if using it. Drop by teaspoons onto an ungreased cookie sheet, and bake for ten minutes (you want the tops to come out a bit gooey). Cool and enjoy!

Death
My aunt died today. It was not unexpected. She had cancer for a long time. We thought she had beat it, but it came back. I know what people will say. It's better this way, she's not suffering anymore, she's in a better place. It's all crap. Yes, it's true she had cancer and it's true she was in pain. It's also true that she FOUGHT it. She wanted to LIVE. She wanted to grow old with her husband. She wanted to watch her gradson grow up. She wanted to see her children achieve everything they wanted in life. It's easier for US now. We don't have to see her pain. We don't have to watch her suffering anymore. We don't have to watch that beautiful caring woman waste away. I don't know if she's in a better place or not. I do know that THIS place is a little worse without her.

Death Will Never Be
Look in the mirror and what do you see a haunted spirit pain trapped in eternity, walking down paths of time hoping death will free him from torment and misery despair riddled mind a cancer in the soul the darkness eating away disease destroying him. Alone he always walked no faith in mankind, waiting for death to claim him to take away his shame and the constant pain that had followed him through all of his days through the dreams at night frightening him until light grew into a new day still the fears won't go away. Walking paths treacherous hoping death will free him, wishing to go to countries far where war is rife waiting for the stray bullet or the feeling of a knife entering the back and piercing the heart let the blood run red letting the diseased body, fall to the ground, dead. That was a day in his life he carried for many years from being raped, to fights at home from beatings and blood pouring from the ripped soul crying always wi

Death Tonight
Voodoo Devil skulls In this mind I'm losing wars Everything is nothing Everything disturbing dreams Gliding roads that never were Eternal never ending blur Dark Dark Road Skies I can feel my death tonight ** There is only so much bad teenage poetry one person can read.

The Death & Return Of Superman
Doomsday! On the last page of several comics prior to Superman: the Man of Steel #18, a gloved fist was shown battering a steel wall, accompanied by the caption: "Doomsday is coming!". In that issue, Superman fights the Underworlders while a hulking figure in a green suit rampages through a pastoral field. This marks the first of seven issues in the Death of Superman story proper - it would continue through all four of the Superman books at that time, and one issue of Justice League America, before culminating in Superman #75. The Justice League (Guy Gardner, Blue Beetle, Booster Gold, Maxima, Fire, Ice, and Bloodwynd) respond to a call from a smashed big-rig outside of Bucyrus, Ohio, and follow the trail of destruction which leads them to a confrontation with an unknown creature that destroys Blue Beetle's aircraft. The League attempts to stop the monster, but it systematically takes the team apart, finishing by punching Booster Gold into the stratosphere. Booster Gold is caught

Death Cult Running Rampant!!!
It seems hard to believe in this day and age, but it's true. There is a growing problem in our civilization with religious zealots, and it threatens our very existance. As you read this, there is a group of religious fanatics spreading 'The Word' around your very neighbourhood. The facts about these cultists have been misdirected and warped, but facts are facts. The Truth will set you free. 1) These cultists believe that they worship the one true God. All other 'Gods' and religions are inheritantly evil and thus should not be allowed to continue. They allow no room for discussion on this matter, it is their first and greatest duty to spread this message to the globe. 2) These cultists believe that they have been chosen and will rise from the dead to continue worshiping their God and Master. They believe this life is for suffering, and that only after death can true happiness be achieved. 3) These cultists indulge in necromantic rituals, expounding on how the drinking hu

Death Valley Daze
Death Valley Daze 2005 Darwin Award Nominee Confirmed True by Darwin (27 July 2005, California) Robert, 35, was eager to hang out with the nudists at the Palm Springs campground, in a part of Death Valley where temperatures reached 136 degrees. The track was rough but passable until he was lured into the Saline Mud Flats by the deceptively dry appearance of its crackled surface, radiating heat in the baking sun. Within a few feet, the wheels of his VW microbus sunk deep into the muck that lay hidden beneath the crust. Robert was miles from nowhere, surrounded by the bleached skulls of other animals that had become trapped in the mire. But he had plenty of water, so he waited for help to find him on the remote dirt track. After six days, he abandoned the microbus and began walking to a less deserted location where someone was more likely to pass. Luck was with him! As he was shaking the last drop of water from his bottle, help arrived in the form of 14-year-old British lads

Death Becomes You Graces The Cover Of New Times Broward/palm Beach 11/29-12/06 Issue!!
To quote Jack Nicholson in BATMAN...."THIS TOWN NEEDS AN ENEMA"!!!! Or an exorcism? Who knows? DEATH BECOMES YOU makes the cover of NEW TIMES BROWARD/PALM BEACH!!!! Nov 29-06 Issue!! On Newstands NOW!!!! STOP THE PRESS!!!! Because timing is everything, and its about time that we blow South Florida a kiss, of DEATH BECOMES YOU once and for all..the band that sold their souls for rock n'roll, are proud to announce that we made the cut and the cover of South Florida's only A/E weekly with taste...NEW TIMES BROWARD/PALM BEACH!! Cause dead men tell no tales!!!! Read on won't you, as the band that ALWAYS gives journalists something to write (funeral) home about delivers the last rites, last word, and drives the stake through the heart of South Flori-Duh with an article sure to leave you checking for a pulse!! We have been keeping this a secret for weeks, and now that the black cat is out of the bag, read all about it, our reputation percedes us, and we are now (living?) legends!! Now

The Death Of Grace
**Domestic violence is a serious matter. It can affect your neighbor, a friend, or even a family member. One can never be prepared for the violence, whether it be emotional, mental, and/or physical. It can even sneak up on unsuspecting you before you realize it. ~~!!PoeticAngel!!~~PLEASE RIP THE DOMESTIC VIOLENCE PIC FROM MY DEFAULT FOLDER@ CherryTAP has posted a bulletin 011707 where it has reach direct proportions of an effect on January 16th, 2007. Please read very carefully....** THIS MORNING AT 1:45 AM MY FRIEND GRACE PASSED AWAY DO TO DOMESTIC VIOLENCE SHE WAS BEATEN SO BAD SHE COULDNT EVEN REMEMBER WHO OWN CHILDREN ALL IM ASKING IS THIS UNTIL HER FUNERAL ARRANGMENTS HAVE BEEN MADE PLEASE GO TO MY PAGE A RIP THIS PIC AND USE IT AS YOUR DEFAULT I WOULD GREATLY APPRECIATE AND IM SURE SHE WOULD HAVE AS WELL DOMESTIC VIOLENCE DOES NOT JUST HAPPEN TO WOMAN IT HAPPENS TO MEN AND CHILDREN AS WELL SO BEFORE YOU DECIDE THINK ABOUT THAT AND ALSO THINK ABOUT IT BEING SOMEONE YOU

Death
Laying in bed, two days after Thanksgiving, I get a phone call from my daughter, who is living in Alabama going to college. All I remember her saying is, "mom, Waynes dead". Wayne is my ex who I had left May 20th due to personal reasons. He was also my best friend and had been for many years. The night before he had gone out to meet a friend and hang out. Well when he left to head home, about 10 minutes down the road, suddenly there were lights coming at him and he had no where to go and no time to do it anyway. He was hit head on and killed instantly. He was the 1st fatality of the season, thanks to a sorry ass drunk driver who survived because he was so damn drunk. Now there is a 7 yr old little boy, who no longer has a daddy. A daddy who thought his son was the best gift from God. A daddy who had custody of his son because the judge knew he was the best parent for the child. I hope there are special angels for children left so suddenly. Now there are two parents

Death
You scored as Angel of Death. You were an Angel of death! Before you were sent to Earth to be tested and be a human, you were what brought death upon humans. With a look, you could kill anyone. Your unusal intrest in death and love of blood and gore asures that in heaven, you delt with it very much. You were an angel who brought death to all, and what is and forever will be feared by humans. Your old deathly stare still scares people and you still crave for killing.Angel of Death96%Angel of Guidance25%Guardian Angel14%Angel of Prayer11%Angel of Hope7%Angel of Good Fortune0%What kind of an Angel were you before your life on Earth? (kool anime pics)created with QuizFarm.com