THAT'S WAY I AM HERE WITH YOU MY SWEET FRIEND
Very True and Valid Point!

U CALL IT DOWN AND I CALL THIS UR UP TIME
Down on Love

Down on me.

I wonder sometimes what my friends really see.

Down on lies.

Down on goodbyes.

Often I wonder, why I gave so many tries.

Down on players.

Down on slayers.

So many beautiful persuaders.

Down with fornication.

Down with searching this nation.

This is my new dedication.


Up with being REAL.

Up with no big deal.

Its just really cool to be, surreal.

Up with good times.

Up with silly rhymes.

These are all but little petty crimes.

Up with judging others.

Up with all you Mothers.

Up with you Sisters and Brothers.

Up with being free.

Up with simply being ME.

And Up-Yours!

When ppl loose thier intellect, than girls use tools like thier breasts, legs and different parts of thier bodies to get an attention. Men use ranches, horses, trucks, motorcycles and similiar tools to attract others. The reporter writes what readers want to read, peroid

George Bush bought his "ranch" down in Crawford in 1999 shortly before he started running for president. And now that he's done with politics, he is moving out of there as soon as he possibly can. The Bushes have bought a new home in a tony neighborhood (and until recently a whites-only community) in Dallas. So, what happened to retiring down to the ranch?

Well, it's what most of us suspected - all total bull****. He was never a cowboy. That ranch had nothing on it. No cows, no farming, just a lot of bull**** brush that Bush pretended to clear (for what ****ing purpose?). The ranch was always a political gimmick. It was purchased so that Bush could play the role of the Texas cowboy when in fact he has always been the Andover cheerleader.

So, that pisses me off a little bit. And his brazen abandonment of the ranch as soon as he is out of office just throws it in everyone's face, as if he's saying, "You didn't really believe all that cowboy bull****, did you? You weren't that stupid, were you?"

But what pisses me off a lot more is how the press never told the American people the truth. Now, it might seem like a small thing, in light of all the horrors of the Bush administration and how the press hardly challenged him on any of it. But it is truly indicative, and it did matter when it counted - during the elections.

I don't know why the press feels the need to be so credulous, especially when it comes to Republican candidates. Fred Thompson has this fake red truck he uses whenever he campaigns for office. He instantly puts it away when he's done with that shtick. Why doesn't the press mock him whenever he gets in that stupid red truck that he normally wouldn't be caught dead in? Why did they never challenge Bush on his fake cowboy persona? Why didn't they ask him - hey, what the **** is this ranch for? And isn't it convenient you bought it right before the election?

Why the hell has our press gotten so timid? And when did they think their job became to reinforce the fake images and storylines of politicians rather than to challenge them? It's like they're playing their role in this scripted movie. It's almost as if they're being paid to go along with the fraud. The man grew up in a very exclusive, private boarding school in Connecticut. He was a snotty nosed cheerleader. His grandfather was a United States Senator and his father was the President of the United States of America. He was possibly the most privileged man in America. And the press helped to sell the American people on a line of bull**** about how he was a simple cowboy from a ranch down in Crawford. And it helped to get him elected!

That should be a stain on every reporter who covered him for the rest of their lives.

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http://www.smirkingchimp.com/thread/19790

NOT YET BUT WOULD BE AFTER READING THIS

"The power of writing and its interpretation in your sweet hands, make it or break it, the choice is yours my sweetest friend. wiz
Another year has gone by
Another day in my life
In which mean dissections
And foul deceptions have
Added yet another gray hair
To an already confused
And bewildered head

Another year to face alone
Rather than mingled with
An illusion disguised as
Love’s confusion
Confounding me
Astounding me with
Harsh and true
Duplicity

Should I even want to
Try anymore?
Or shall I simply
Shut the door on those
Lingering longings
Which have lead me
Nowhere but
Into despair?

Do I take a chance
On yet another
Short lived dance
in the hopes
That this tune …
Yes, this tune!
Will be the one
To play out
Sweetly
Completely
To the end?


Will he finally
Learn to sway and bend
Instead of maintaining
such rigidity
Can I set him free?
Or will he keep
His heart in cold
Captivity …
… leaving me…
Standing alone
A solitary dancer
Who knows only
How to dance
A minuet
Choreographed
For a loving duet?

Another year gone by
A time when I must
Decide to try
To keep living
Giving
Loving
And hoping …

Or is it finally
Time to retire
Those dreams
That aspire
To engulf and

… Consume me…

Leaving me lying
Coldly in the ashes
of time?

KEEP GOING ON, COMPLETE TO INCOMPLETE
Are you in bed and all alone?

Then Please, give me a call on my telephone.

Lets talk all about your arousal zone.

Are you all naked and under your sheet?

Then close your eyes and feel something sweet.

Pretend I am, the man on your mind.

Just listen to my voice as you start to unwind.

Don't think of me here.

Think of me there.

Let me slowly tugging and teasing,

slide it down exposing your breasts so pleasing.

With your eyes still closed,

You feel a tender pinch on your nipple.

Then a moist, warm licking ripple.

As it starts to grow, ever so slow.

You feel it tingle inside, as my lips open wide.

Gently sucking it between my teeth, rolling them up and down

As your now hot body starts to quiver around.

Tugging and teasing again on your sheet.

Pulling it downwards, slowly over your feet.

Your bare soft body, now fully laying free.

Your all at my mercy, just waiting in thoughts for me.

Slowly now sliding both your legs apart.

As you feel the pounding of your own beating heart.



















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Should I go back to the story??lol

Will do, frank!

Maybe I should have renamed the thread 'conversation with frank'

AGREED SAME TO U BUDDY.


Time is something many lose to soon.. wink.

Very nice Frank. Have a great weekend man.

keep me on the loop, have a fabulous wknd
We'll see if someone decides to use it, huh.

WELCOME TANYA, U WROTE MANY THREADS BUT THIS ONE CAUGHT ME INSIDE, THAT REFLECTS YOUR TOTAL PERSONALITY IN AND OUT BOTH, MIND BLOWING, GOOD


Thanks Frank!

then you're a super person of superior qualities, smile


Always do and always will!

an excellent offer to those who in need, keep it up tanya
No! I am not a professor, but plan on it one day.

So I starting the thread for college related questions...


You wanna know how to get into college...

You want to know about certain majors....

Any college related questions, ask!

I will probably have an answer, or will find it!

WELCOME
Thanks ((((frank)))))

So very, very true Frank!

WIZ, you're not bonded with days, weeks, months and years. You're free soul, embedded with
elites only.
Another year has gone by
Another day in my life
In which mean dissections
And foul deceptions have
Added yet another gray hair
To an already confused
And bewildered head

Another year to face alone
Rather than mingled with
An illusion disguised as
Love’s confusion
Confounding me
Astounding me with
Harsh and true
Duplicity

Should I even want to
Try anymore?
Or shall I simply
Shut the door on those
Lingering longings
Which have lead me
Nowhere but
Into despair?

Do I take a chance
On yet another
Short lived dance
in the hopes
That this tune …
Yes, this tune!
Will be the one
To play out
Sweetly
Completely
To the end?


Will he finally
Learn to sway and bend
Instead of maintaining
such rigidity
Can I set him free?
Or will he keep
His heart in cold
Captivity …
… leaving me…
Standing alone
A solitary dancer
Who knows only
How to dance
A minuet
Choreographed
For a loving duet?

Another year gone by
A time when I must
Decide to try
To keep living
Giving
Loving
And hoping …

Or is it finally
Time to retire
Those dreams
That aspire
To engulf and

… Consume me…

Leaving me lying
Coldly in the ashes
of time?