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on falling in love with people1. "well, before i have a movie marathon i always watch 'the breakfast club' first, and then whatever other movies i feel like watching." cm

2. you came up to me, touched my the tip of my nose with your pointer finger and said, "you're welcome." ls

3. you looked up and made eye contact with me and smiled. and i guess it doesn't sound like a big deal or anything, but it's nice to know that some people still have a sense for when you need somebody, even in the smallest ways. ks

4. i was always a coward, baby, you were constantly making me squirm and laugh. "what would happen if i didn't stop when you said?" you would often ask this, and i of

Godly Relationships 8: CooperationAre you dating someone who understands the importance of cooperation? Or are you seeing someone who's more self-centered than that? And before you answer, here's something to consider: happy couples learn the wisdom of "give and take," not the foolishness of "me first."
Cooperative relationships flourish over time, one-sided relationships don't. So if you're dating someone who says, "It's my way or the highway," choose the highway. And choose it now.

Godly Relationships 6: Focus On Spiritual StuffIs Christ the focus of your life? Are you fired with enthusiasm for Him? Are you an energized Christian who allows God's Son to reign over every aspect of your day? Make no mistake: that's exactly what God intends for you to do.
God has given you the gift of eternal life through His Son. In response to God's priceless gift, you are instructed to focus your thoughts, your prayers, and your energies upon God and His only begotten Son. To do so, you must resist the subtle yet powerful temptation to become a "spiritual dabbler."
A person who dabbles in the Christian faith is unwilling to place God in His rightful place: above all other things. Re

I Am A MessengerAll of these things I have written.
All these philosophies I have created.
All these writings I have made.
All the warnings and positive messages I have written in them.
................
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.....I now know why I do them.
I was born in this world for a purpose.
It wasn't just to live my life. It wasn't just to enjoy life.
I am here to speak and listen to others.
I am here to debate.
I am here to create.
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..................I know at least one purpose about why I'm here.
I don't know all the answers.
I myself ask many of the same questions you ask knowingly or unknowingly.
But I take solace and peace in the fact that I now know one reason why I was born here.

I........Am A Messenger.

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Gulping down all they offer
Down to the dregs
Until there is nothing she hasn't consumed
And then she casts them off to the side
Ignoring, or maybe not caring
As they shatter against the wall, the floor, the cabinets
And lie there forever
Broken shards of their former glory
No longer useful
Forgotten
While she reaches out for another
Still steaming with promise

InfernoWe all have callings in life. Whether it is in our blood or moulded by the actions we taken in life, we all have a purpose. There are those who can take life as it comes, but there are those special few, who can see the bigger picture and who can see the pieces in play. Some will help this world and some will hinder it. Then there are those who wish to release the inferno that hungers for destruction like a caged beast. They wish it either out of pleasure or to wipe the slate clean and stop the world from descending further down the path it is on. The world is dying, from pollution and other actions of man. We reproduce at a rate which the creation of food supplies cannot cope. Law systems a primitive and sometimes unjust, even in countries more developed than third world ones. The smiles of industrial moguls belie the greed for wealth that lies in their hearts and yet they can amass so much that it is sometimes difficult to see how they could ev

Anti-Bullying campaigns are ineffectiveAnti-Bullying campaigns are not going to do fucking shit to stop the goddamn bullshit in schools. The reason why is schools are doing absolutely nothing to teach any sort of sense of right or wrong from an early age. They are just blindly teaching skills to people. If you guys really want to stop bullying start teaching humanitarian principles and tolerance at a young age, and give the teachers the right to physically restrain violent kids. Also allow security guards to be in the classrooms and force all students to sign a physical restrainment waiver or that they can't go to school there. That will open up more jobs for people in a currently

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Amy Kraffire was one of the weirdest girls in school, maybe even the entire town. She always carried a huge ketchup bottle around school. How could Ivan even begin to understand her strange doings?

One day at lunch, Ivan dared to approach Amy. “Why do you have ketchup?” He asked in his rudest voice. Instead of shying away, the girl jutted her chin out, “Why don’t you?” It was extremely dull and a bit of a boring comeback, to say the least. A boy walking beside Ivan sneered, “Because we’re not weird!” Before Amy could respond, she was whisked away by a group of girls and a tea

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Many believe that we are living in what the Bible calls "the last days." But they are not really sure what that means. Last days of what? End of what? Will planet earth and all life on it be destroyed in some global conflagration? Will there be survivors?

Well, get out that Bible and get ready to be pleasantly surprised at what the book of Revelation really has to say about that classic of all battles - Armageddon!*

* see my June 17th journal entry

Again?So. You have returned to me again.

I already give you a rant about the world and its fortunate inhabitants- not enough, judging by the situation presented now.

Alright. Fine. Let's cover another topic. Hmm, death. Interesting pick.

Let me be honest with you, I really don't know where to start, since death is the end of everything. There is no beginning of death- death, is the end of something. The end of someone, dead. They say that death is actually a fresh start, you know, heaven and hell stuff and what not. Well, let me tell you one thing. I don't know what lies after death. He doesn't know, she doesn't know, they don't know, everyone,

The Commonality of ReligionsThe commonality of all religions is that mankind is a fallen creature that needs some way of elevating itself to its true purpose. This is often substituted for sacrifice to a perceived higher power. In reality, the most high power would require a perfect sacrifice which we obviously could not offer. This problem has been overcome through the utilization of the perfect sacrifice; Jesus Christ.

Applestack quote 02"Even if ah knew dat tomorrow the world would go to pieces, ah would still plant mah apple tree."
~ APPLESTACK

Animal Rights Quote 5 'There will come a time when we will decipher the language of the whale. Hopefully there will be whales left to communicate with.'

~ Anthony Douglas Williams, 'Inside the Divine Pattern'

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Like a prize fighter studying footage of boxing’s golden era or an artist viewing the works of Renaissance masters, a writer can improve by reading good writing. This is what I call reading to learn – when your objective it not only to enjoy good writing but also to learn from it. There are lots of different ways that you can read to learn, but here are a few things I’ve found helpful over the years.

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Who am I?

by ~SouthernScribe, Jan 22, 2013, 10:53:33 AM
Literature / Prose / Non-Fiction / Philosophical

I look into the mirror and see a paradox...

Two sides looking back at once, as though I was Harvey Two-Face sans the disfigurement.

On the one side, I see a child of light. I see a man redeemed from the blackness of iniquity. I see a man with a heart that aches for those in pain and wishes to comfort them. I see a man who has been hurt by so many through the years and has lived to feel the lingering pain.

On the other hand, I see darkness in the eyes of this reflection. I see a soul with a twisted and shadowy chamber. I see flashes of pleasure at the sight of the macabre and the mysterious. I see one who desires to be more than what he is--more powerful, more alluring, simply more...

So which am I? Am I both at once? Am I separates joined by shackles? Is the true me somewhere in the middle of these two? I don't know.

So how much of myself do I really know? How much mystery is within me that awaits to be discovered by itself? How much is real, and how much is right?

These are the questions that stay with me. These are the things I wish I knew. If I don't have these answered, then where am I to go from this place?

I don't know...

Who am I?by ~SouthernScribe

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It says everything above

~WinterLeave Jan 22, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

beautiful! I hope time will teach you

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