I mean I am not sure if I can even write a book. How hard can it be anyway? I am not commanded to write some best-seller. I am urged inwardly to put... moreI mean I am not sure if I can even write a book. How hard can it be anyway? I am not commanded to write some best-seller. I am urged inwardly to put pen to paper and log my experiences of the last few months to maybe bolster other people who must endure this kind of circumstance. The waiting is horrific. Scary and especially if you are alone.
Yesterday JA Asked for songs about knowing your soulmate is out there. Some of the answers depressing (mine) made her cry into her coffee(lol, not really) . So only positive ... moreYesterday JA Asked for songs about knowing your soulmate is out there. Some of the answers depressing (mine) made her cry into her coffee(lol, not really) . So only positive love songs this thread, please.
I think they added a new character on the Guilt Free Zone the character is a disembodied head wearing a Zoro masks that floats around the Guilt Free Zone while chanting - trouble &... moreI think they added a new character on the Guilt Free Zone the character is a disembodied head wearing a Zoro masks that floats around the Guilt Free Zone while chanting - trouble trouble trouble. Then it possesses the staff of the Guilt Free Zone ( a bar) in humorous ways. I like the Guilt Free Zone because it can be pretty funny plus they have a rocking house band - it's on the APTN network. Cheers!
I pity the poor immigrant Who wished he'd stayed home Who uses all his power to do evilAnd in the end is always left alone
Like men who with his fingers cheatsAnd who lies with every breathWho passionately hate his lifeAnd likewise fears his death
I pity the poor immigrantWho's strength is all in vainWho's heaven is like iron sidesWho's tears fall like rain
Who eats but is not satisfied Who hears but does not seeWho falls in love with wealth and selfAnd turns his back on me
I pity the poor immigrantWho tramples through the mudWho fills his mouth with laughingAnd who builds his town with blood
Who visions it may finally endMust shatter like the glassI pity the poor immigrantWho his gladness comes surpass.
Songwriters: BOB DYLAN less
i believe they can be real but i know i have none...the thing is i had problems with my neighbor in 2017, and she called the police on me , and i ended up in a psychiatric hospital... morei believe they can be real but i know i have none...the thing is i had problems with my neighbor in 2017, and she called the police on me , and i ended up in a psychiatric hospital. they would not listen to me, they wanted to keep me . since then, i have to take medication even tho i know i have nothing. if i would live alone i would not take medication, but since i live with my mom, and she obliges me , i have no choice.
