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I want one time, to know what it feels like to have a female orgasm.

ok, wow... I have no help on the insurance but... There are other ways dude. Holistic medicine for example. Control your sugar with your diet. It works for many people. It works better than shots or pills of insilin. Heal Thy Self, my friend. Holistic Diabetes Treatment Another I strongly suggest you look into this. Get a blood sugar tester. Monitor your self. Read everything you can about your condition. Change your diet to stablize your sugar levels and then stick with it. If you need help sticking with it, let me know. I'll yell at you and point out all the bad things that are going to happen to you.

I love that moment when the person I'm speaking to, who thinks they are smarter than me, realizes they are not. I love the sound a nose breaking makes. I love the rush of rage induced adrenaline.

Running spell checker now.. nope. Cool. Nothing is "cool" in hell. Hence it being Hell.

Still not "Cool" Cool implys comfort.

Nothing is "Cool" in hell.

No, but a bit of Sinfull Sugar would be nice. Perhaps some Pecan Sandys of Doom.

Science hints at God. Nothing exists, according to physics, unless something observes it. Who observed the Big Bang?

and lets not forget.. Faith and Science are not mutually exclusive.

Lunch... Lunch would be good.

Has the same birthday as me

I know the song is really about a woman... but when I hear it I cry and think of my Dad. Even 25 years after their divorce, 15 of which he was married to someone else... my Dad listened to this song and thought of my Mom. He never stopped loving her. When it's just her and I.. she admits to still loving him and regetting ever cheating on him. And as the Song ends I remember the last words my Dad said to me... "I love you" Willie Nelson - Blue eyes crying in the rain In the twilight glow I see her Blue eyes crying in the rain As we kissed goodbye and parted I know we'd never meet again Love is like a dying ember Only memories remain Through the ages I'll remember Blue eyes crying in the rain Now my hair has truned to silver All my life I've loved in vain I can see her star in heaven Blue eyes crying in the rain Someday when we meet up yonder We'll stroll hand in hand again In a land that knows no parting Blue eyes crying in the rain

I only get my pets fixed when they break.

A good horror movie to me is a rare thing. I watch just about every horror film I can, but rarely can I say they are truly good. To get that rating from me.. the movie has to reach in to me, grab my inner child and slap him around a bit, steal his lunch money and send him crying home to mommy. So, with that in mind... 1. Event Horizen 2. In the Mouth of Madness 3. The Blob (I don't know why.. it just freaks my shit right out) 4. The Haunting (both versions have their merit) 5. A Nightmare on Elm Street (The first one, the rest are just blood and gore slasher flicks) Thats all I can think of off the top of my head...

Very early memory of a dream that still haunts me. I know what house I lived in when I had the dreams, that places my age at about 3. I can still, at nearly 38, remember the dreams as if I just awoke from them. I was in a huge room. I could not see the ceiling the room was so tall. It was about 40 feet wide by 100 deep. the side walls were covered with shelves. the far wall was blank. I am not sure what was behind me. In the far left corner of the room was a desk with a lamp on it. Various small trinkets covered the desk. Seated at the desk was a woman with redish hair in a lab coat. She was writing stuff down. A man was looking at something on the shelves very intently and speaking over his shouldewr to the woman. I walked to a wall and looked into a shelf. What I saw was a large rock looking thing. Grey and spongy, full of holes and tunnels. The Object was pierced with pins. Each pin had a colored glass head. The man approached me and asked what I was doing. I responded "Looking at that. What is it?" His response still gives me the creeps when I think about it... "Why, thats your soul." "What are the pins for?" "We are testing it, to see if it's ready." I woke up then. I had dreamt about this place alot when I was little. Nearly every night. I never understood what was going on really... Only that it was happening to a lot of people.. and somehow I knew it was wrong and needed to be stopped. After we moved.. I stopped dreaming about the place. I'm glad for that. The dreams still pop into my head at times.. unwanted memorys of things best left forgotten.

Nothing ever really goes away. It merely transforms.

I keep my problems to myself. People have already judged me, no sense making that any worse.

I care. The debate of it alone has brought about many a great person. People create by debating... argueing. Thinking. The creative thought processes needed to ponder this subject, wether the source scientific or phylisophical, are vitally important to us being who we are. We use it every day. Most don't even realize it. It's about Faith... do you believe the Science? Or does the Religion make more sence. People define themselves by this single question as much if not more than any other. We also use it to judge the charactor of others. The answer isn't really as important as the asking... 42

Apathy. Apathetic people who bitch when life doesn't go their way. "I hate that politician." "Do you vote?" "No." "Sod off."

Matters happens. In some of those same obscure texts on structure, you find referance to the fact that in a true 100% vacumm, matter happens. More specfically, anti-protons. No one has a vaguest idea where they come from or why they just appear. This translates, btw, into I don't know.

Well, if you have no tats to show.. that only leaves two things you can...

Well, I'l settle for tats I soppose...

O<, I showed mine... your turn...

I've got two. A cross on my upper right arm and a girl on my lower back. and hey.. I've got tits too.

Really does look like someone I saw ina german porn....