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[title] => does this seem reasonable?
[time] => 2007-03-26 23:10:57
[hometext] => trying to say things without using many riddles is rather hard do when you become use to it.
[bodytext] => Sometimes I sit around and wonder While so far under I could not get to see Just what this world feels for me. I once noticed that the world tends to hate me But now, oh the ways of now, It would seem as if the lies have sunk into there creators. As all that is left of my life I see, Though in all doubt, My life seams now as if better, perhaps from god’s own sisters. For if what I am being told is true, Then does that mean I am not truly human? For though many may deny it, I shall say it once again As for those of whom do not know me. As I tend to see it, as I witness humanity on a daily basis, Love, the very thing so very many have declared so foolishly, Does not exist within this world of ours. Not one man, at least in these modern days, Can honestly say that they love. I said these such words once unto the wrong people, They chose to challenge me. But to them I feel I must say, Simply because I never did before unto them, I simply never said that it couldn’t exist. Merely that it doesn’t. For humans see to NO longer know what it means To obtain a spiritual connection, Much less one that involves no necessary lust As well as, would mean that all portions of existence Would have to be, in a manner, intertwined within each other. As ectoplasmic entities now surround you I do so wonder, The true Basis That these such people Could declare hate. If only they could see again I am not here to gain Merely to preserve That which they shall NEVER deserve. ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||| A little notice here and there never hurt anyone: I post this for more reason then my last few posts this was one of those things that you never really know just how much damage your words have done. And my only problem is that the people, or rather person, who challenged my logic, I never wished to tell her that I didn’t mean that it never could. Perhaps because I was scared, perhaps because I didn’t Wish to have to be put in a position to admit to anything, But, regardless, I never truly told her my standpoint other Than my noticing the excessive use of lust as claimed as love. Now, my last statement unto all those who know of whom I mean, I am an electro. I enjoy her mind because of such. I grew a level of compassion by her being the one that my mind Refused to access the mind there of. So hence why I could not simply know her mind like everyone else I had to request information. Now people do not get me wrong, I know not whether this should Be declared lust or rather something greater. But the one thing I do Know is simply that if this exceeds normal thoughts of what love is, than I see no joyous future for mankind. And my empty eye sees more than the greatest artist’s while it be full. Then there was the other, same likeness, More redundant style, And hasn’t figured out when to quit. Though I have no problem with that, I say unto you all, If anyone wants something of me the will have to force me to. p.s. witchcraft does not really work against me. For I was already like this. (They know whom I’m talking to should they read this) [comments] => 0 [counter] => 150 [topic] => 43 [informant] => ferasdour [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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