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Sunday, May 11, 2003

 
i do not think that means what you think it means...



Saturday, May 10, 2003

 
i hate it when people stop loving things (where did the love go?)...is it inevitable that love will end? are we so fickle? people, places, memories, creations...all loved and appreciated...10, 20, 100 years down the line and its treated with scorn and contempt...and it hurts...why are we so dismissive? scorn is like poison...i'm so scared some times at how easily we kick things away.

with so much poison in the world i have to wonder how i survived so long without knowing that love could be different...constant, true, accepting...



Thursday, May 08, 2003

 
so whether you eat or drink or whatever you do, do it all for the glory of God.

1 corinthians 10:31



Wednesday, May 07, 2003

 
the daisies and the dandelions have shared the same death, they are not fighting now...they are covered up and will soon be forgotten. Seasons will pass and will anyone care that they could not share the field?

 
the dandelions were winning, they had noticed the daisies infiltrating from the rear and they had turned on them...but it was too late for both sides, the lawnmower was coming. As the blades separated their heads from their bodies they were still intent on the deaths of their enemies not noticing the common foe moving in their midst. The massacre has not ended yet but it is the beginning of the end.



Tuesday, May 06, 2003

 
i think i have made esther really angry this time. she slammed that door really hard and that shout sounded just a little bit pissed off (i should know, i've lost my temper so many times in my life i think i must have spent my whole life angry). If you read this esther sorry!!!! kiss kiss :D :( if you like you can hit me really hard (as long as its not the face).................................



Monday, May 05, 2003

 
where have all the cows gone?





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