thanking why the woman iv'e been loving and trusting!!!!! would fool around with someone eles?? i found the pics on facebook she thought she hidden them from me but i found then and she got busted i don't understand why she did that? i was so good to her!

thanks sneaks

I'm thinking I'm getting sick of hearing about these fool women treating good men like s**t.

i'm thinking she can actually think kidding (((((ROW)))) lol

I'm thinkin... she can read?

SNEAKS!!!!!
Up late reading?

I'm thinking I'm getting sick of hearing about these fool women treating good men like s**t.

Whores! The lot of em!

I'm thinking I'm getting sick of hearing about these fool women treating good men like s**t.

what am .....i thinking about right now.... well.....
not to be a windbag.....but....reading some things onlime lately, and what's happening to old acquaintances of mine.


through time, one becomes easier going, and through lots of time, one goes less into analysis, and more into contemplation, and acceptance that this is the point where they are in this life, and it's exactly where they should be to learn what they must learn....

i can say for me and me only, i thrive on change rather than routine and comfort zones, as i move ahead, and they merely become my comfort zones. the result of this is.....one becomes very easy going, and fazed by very little, but amazed and awake about everything and everyone. you see beauty and miracles everywhere, even in horrible tragedy, but i abbore it at the same time.....and you look at everything as a library of wisdom, and the privilege to recognize it as so. wisdom cam be horrible and hard, but a must to grow. i give thanks every day that i'm not in a V hospital missing limbs, or burned beyond recognition, with my only existance is that of screaming as they pull my skin off for the thousanth time....thanks that i have my amazing eyes to see the architecture, moonrises, and the curve of a high cheekbone, or the arch of a foot with painted toenails with a leg draped over a couch-arm, and the occasional ghosts in my mind... the smell of pralines and chocolate, or a nice perfume, or the scent of the garden district at night.....
the fact that i'm a monster to look at bothers me not, and my many friends seem to be able to look beyond that point, so i am rich in so many ways, and blessed beyond my comprehension. for this, i must be easy-going and never go by any impression, lest i put them in a box where they can't grow in my mind.....no, one must get to know one before a label can be construed if you must, but i will never label.... just accept, and help if i can......

haven't really started it yet been kind of a boring night tonight but i usually read before i go to sleep considering its almost 12am lol

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