Naughtyfig

nice..I loved that first verse... :-D

ouuu Joshhhh :o :P

nahhh :lol:

I'm oding on MIDOL

LOL ...thats a pretty unique sounding place.... :o ohhh it is..we have meetings every tuesday and thursday nights in my mother bedroom..fun fun fun.. ahhhahaa :P

cool...I guess if no newbies sign up..we'll have to pick one and forever harass'em ahahaaaaa

Heloo.. Idont think we've met..welcome to the boards...I'm Princess Aurora :o

yeah..now we have to hope newbies come in and take a look...

WELCOME TO THE BOARDS.. HAVE FUN POSTING YOUR LIFE AWAY!! :-D I'm Lois.....

this is what happens u're seriously pmsing and the best guy wo've met so far inur enitre life says ,"umm..look..hmm.I think we seriously need some ....umm..space" \/ Ah!!!!!! up for another bloody day in hell. What could be more beautiful! This is what I get for actually ending my nine-hour period of mental freedom. Ah how refreshing it would be to just stay in there and reminisce. Getting up to face those demons every day is my battlefield. I’ve been faithfully fighting the war for last twenty years. Victory I can not say is sweet for I have never tasted it. Defeat I know leads one into a dark, cold, lonely place. That’s where I view the world. I have never been on the other side. You know… that place that’s supposedly good and liberating. Some people always say that life is a play written by you and the world’s your stage… act it out well… bullshit… sure every one has a plan they want to follow, but chance and fate and luck and that Supreme Being steps in and edits it for you. The world is not a stage. The world is apart of that play… just another character like yourself. Before I leave my decrepit palace, I put my mask on. Don’t want to look too vulnerable. For there are also vicious predators lurking behind the many masks I see… waiting to get me. The demons I face have to face me as well… nonsense it is. We all look for some affliction to blame for every mistake we make or every broken promise or every bit of disappointment that comes our way. Pointing fingers I am for there is always one pointing back at me. We can’t get any from each other or ourselves no matter how hard we try. Life just doesn’t work that way. But we all wear the masks and pretend we know it. I stand and walk and sit among monsters, gods, angels, all demons, every day. They are my enemies; members of the battlefield; all sooner or later casualties of the war. The demons I have to live with. No, that’s incorrect. The demons I choose to live it. Perfection is not really a happy place. That is why we cry trouble. That is why we cry wolf, wolf. That is why we taunt death. Plague the Devil and bore God. Love is the biggest disease that one could ever suffer from. Nothing wrenches out the heart more; or looses a soul; or confuses the mind; or frustrates ones body like love. It drives one to the very edges of fucking insanity. What is it really? No one knows. No one has the slightest clue. No one can begin to imagine what love is. I’ve tried. A waste of breath, time, energy... all for a temporary tsunami of pleasure. But really things aren’t as bad as we always make it seem. There are bursts of satisfying joy, tranquility… all the goodness that we always wish for. But keep in mind only bursts. Not decades; not eons; not days; only bursts. Little precious spaces in time… when everything stops and God kisses you on the lips… angels swam around you… life is good then. Then and only then hopes seems present; possibility seems real. Then and only then we do not fight that war. Then and only then the battlefield muted, paused. Trying to hard to impress is what wears us out. Age is not only a number. It is how long we have been soldiers. Soldiers in our armies. It is how long we have been wishing for it to end. It is how long we have been wearily trying too hard. It is how long we have occupied useless space. Death is a frequent light bulb we turn on in our minds. It’s our only reoccurring dream. Our executions of it are constant failures. For death is too swift, too cunning. A battle falling along the lines of the Tortoise and the Hare. We always like to think that we can time it. But we know we can’t. It sneaks up on you and sucks you up in its unforgiving vortex. Some of us are soo ready to die…but have not yet answered the question…”what’s after this?” I have an idea of what happens after my life..but I’m not ready for it.. for it is not my desired painting. But I can’t control it…it is not my duty. We cannot control the world as much as we would think we could. This is my rant…this is about the end of my short story…a story not well written...not well-spoken…don’t analyze or critique…for this is just a very long thought.

short and sweet..lovely post some more..

Hey newbies..I'm new myself..but here's an easy way to make friends.. pick an oldie or someone fairly new like maybe over 200 posts u thinks interesting pm them to get to know them.. ppl interested put ur names here and get ah cracking..its worked well on other boards....

gossipping runs in my family..I inherited that one... but I'm quiting..I'm going to Gossipers Anynomous...

yes yes yes...exaCTLY..... girls stressing over exams UNITE :!: :roll: :D :lol:

I went to that site where ur poems are ..I liked them..

from ur screen name I take it u like the red hot chili peppers/ I like 'em too.. :)

but there can be some really awesome girls who're laid back and fun...I know what u though Kenna... I try to be was laid back a possible...fuck it I'M COOL.. :P :roll: :D

oh okay... good so now I can win get me a free cd form the hiphop station..I got a translation on some site and u're close enough.. merci

YEAH..girls can really bitchy..as a girl I prefer guy as friends..cause girls like to compete w/ each other and GOD FORBID on cross over their territory then then like scratching your eyebalss out.. who knows why? I've been dubbed a mean biotch by some guys..because I'm honest I'll like u like it is...if I'm dont like u and I'm not interested I'll let u know from the get the get go..to the girls who call me that is because I'll tell them exactly what I'm thinkin..and hey if I like ur guy and he hollas at me I'll holla back..I wont date him but I'll get to know him.. :shrug:

Dang Greg!.. :idea: Should I now designate you "site dictionary" :?: :!: :lol: ..I'm kidding..

I dont like when someone's sitting next to me and they're loud and annoying on their cellphones..I hate when ppl have annoying ringtones and they have the volume up like freaking 100!! :x I forgot I had one..ahahaha :shrug: I dont really use it...

ugly- Michael Jackson

Chris said again, "know what ? I'm going home"

yeah Jaimie is difinetly alot funnier than when he was on the real world New Orleans.... Idont really like Ellen... :shrug:

I used to watch family matters back in the day..dont care for it too much though :shrug: