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Excited beyond the telling of it!
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Thinking that indeed one cannot write and be sane at the same time... Explains why I've just quit my job inorder to finish my book!!!
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The Sirius Mystery by Robert Temple Great book! Read it twice when it first came out in "76 and have 2 copies. If you like it, you may like Graham Hancock's "The Mars Mystery"; in fact, ANY of his books! They are all fantastic. Hos sometime co writer, Robert Bauval has written one called "The Orion Mystery" with Adrian Gilbert; a book long overdue on these topics. I'm still waiting for a follow-up to The Sirius Mystery with the wealth of discovered ancient knowledge of Sirius. This is a reprint of the first book so he mentions The Orion Mystery in his foreward, also curious to read it. So far so good... Real eye opener for me. |
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The Sirius Mystery by Robert Temple
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The Syrius Mystery by Robert Temple
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I couldn't date a guy skinnier than me because it would look like a toothpick and a potato standing side by side.
afriQueen22, if you are a potato, then you are a sweet potato. I agree she is a sweet potato for sure! Aaaw! Thank you!!!! You're quite fine fellas yourselves! Great people! |
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I couldn't date a guy skinnier than me because it would look like a toothpick and a potato standing side by side.
afriQueen22, if you are a potato, then you are a sweet potato. Aren't you a regular cup of sugar???! Thank you for making me smile :) |
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I know a lot of thin girls who prefer to date bulkier guys, not because they look better but because of the sense of protection and the fact that they say it just looks better for some reason. Oh and they say, fat guys try harder to please them.
Weight as well as age, have never really affected my decision to date a guy. It's more to do with whether u interest me or not. To me, I don't think dating a big guy would make me look skinnier, infact I think the general idea would be, "oh, look at this unhealthy couple". And the part of me that is weight concious and cares what other people think is also saying, I couldn't date a guy skinnier than me because it would look like a toothpick and a potato standing side by side. Thank gosh, that part of me is in a very deep, dark corner of my brain, only to be brought out hissing and spitting when answering such threads. |
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Yes! Yes! Yes!
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Like the cat who got the cream :)
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Thinking that things have a grand way of working out!
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Brilliant Body Language by Max A. Eggert.
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Thinking that i feel distinctly out of place at this party...
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Like the sun is finally shining on my side of the street! *doing the happy sandal dance*
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Very nice ! Your pride is evident and for good reason Ms Great expression ! 
I am very proud! Am almost equally in awe. I've always envied poets. I just wish these girls would stop breaking his heart! |
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Excellent Write..... \o/  \o/
I agree! Thank you on his behalf. I always list him as one of my favourite poets. |
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For a moment I will try
And for a moment I will succeed For a moment I will forget And for an hour will go on For a moment I will perhaps let go For a day I will survive, And live to see another day. Time is made up of tiny little moments And one must live in each of these moments. So I will pretend just so that I could go on... Fight to hold on... Pray for the strenght to let you go... On. For it is only for just a moment that I could keep up and go on... "... Let X equal the quantity of all quantities of X Let X equal the cold And I will never be as cold now as I will in the future The future of cold is infinite The future of heat is the future of cold..." Cold I feel without you So let COLD equal the quantities of all of consequences of being without you So let X equal loney=lost=pain=confusion=unworthy=cold Futile are them attempts to be close... When you drift away with my every effort But yet for just a moment I forget The rest is spent thinking about you And wishing for you. It is spent in the anguish of my pathetic desperation to escape all quantities of X... A question arises... How do I fight for you When you're the one that I have to fight? ### This poem was written by my cousin, Malusi and he sent it to me. With his permission I have shared it with you. |
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Yes :)
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That I wish I could hole myself up in a cottage in the mountains for two months and just write without being interrupted by responsibilities and duties.
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Sad
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