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I'm the one
I give thunder it's voice
I give fire it's bite
I give light it's intensity
I'm the twinkle in an angel's eye
The grin on the Devil's face
The honey in a lover's voice
I'm the potential world of a new meeting
and the empty pit when you couldn't say goodbye
I'm the heat of the sun
And the coldness of space
The wisdom of the old
And the innocence of the newborn
And I know you.

It can affect anyone. Chances are that you yourself have experienced it at some point in your life. The feelings that you don't belong, or that you can't fit in. Maybe just the inability to be happy. Everyone else around you is happy and you know you SHOULD be happy, but it just doesn't happen. So then you feel isolated. Alone in a room full of people. What's worse is that no one notices, and if they do, they don't care -- or worse yet, they look at you as being weak.
I have chronic depression and major depressive disorder. For me, this means that I havent been able to be happy in over 10 years.

Hosin' out the cab of his pickup truck
He's got his 8-track playin' really fuckin' loud
The one who wouldn't go down on his brother's dead
She's wearin' his bootprint on her forehead
Saw her at the picture show out on the highway
After the fish fry, late last Friday
Havin' a fish fry, number one fish fry
Havin' a fish fry, keep it in the family
Havin' a fish fry, number one fish fry
The fish fry out by Frenchtown
They say they saw you out there at Frenchtown
They say they saw you out by Frenchtown
Now I fuck you and I hit you with my shoe
And I hide your bloody body in Frenchtown pond

Please bow your heads and pray with me:

Our Lager
Which art in barrels
Hallowed be thy drink.

Thy will be drunk
(I will be drunk)
At home as in the tavern.

Give us this day our foamy head,
And forgive us our spillages,
As we forgive those who spill against us.

And lead us not into incarceration,
But deliver us from hangovers.

For thine is the beer,
The bitter, and the lager.
For ever and ever,
Barmen.

Have a great weekend.

Eyes locked
Hearts beating
Lips touching
Tongues dancing
Hands exploring
Desire building
Teeth nibbling
Excitement growing
Clothes falling
Mouths sucking
Hands grabbing
Hair pulling
Fingers exploring
Tongues circling
Stiffness penetrating
Rhythm building
Pulses racing
Breaths gasping
Voices moaning
Hips thrusting
Speed increasing
Tension building
Skin burning
Muscles clenching
RELEASE!!!

It's coming back
Clawing it's way into my consciousness
I fought to suppress it for so long
But all that is left now
Is quiet submission
I'm tired from the pain
But that devil will take it all away
And turn it back on the world
I can remember how it was last time
A reign of pain
My Kingdom of suffering
As I sat on my throne of broken hearts
With my crown of lover's tears
It was you that kept him dormant
But now you're gone
And I can hear the trumpets
Announcing his return
LONG LIVE THE KING!!!!

"Am I A Raving Psychopath, Or What?"
Self-Test
By Dr. RICHARD DAY (Renowned Psychiatrist)

We all harbor a certain amount of hostility and aggression
within us. It is inevitable; a strain that stems back to our
origins as Neanderthal creatures who hunted to survive, rarely
bathed, and practically never said either "please" or "thank
you." When huge fanged beasts roamed the Earth freely and fire
was a valuable enough commodity for which to kill, this hostility
was an essential trait needed for everyday survival. In the
modern world, however, clubbing someone over the head as hard as

THEY'RE MADE OUT OF MEAT

by Terry Bisson

"They're made out of meat."

"Meat?"

"Meat. They're made out of meat."

"Meat?"

"There's no doubt about it. We picked up several from different parts of the planet, took them aboard our recon vessels, and probed them all the way through. They're completely meat."

"That's impossible. What about the radio signals? The messages to the stars?"

"They use the radio waves to talk, but the signals don't come from them. The signals come from machines."

"So who made the machines? That's who we want to contact."

"They made the machines. That's what I'm trying to tell you. Meat made the machines."

Okay, it seems that this site is populated with a bunch of people that just don't know anything about relationships... and before you go trying to bust my chops about things that I've posted before, let me stop you. Little do you know that my chops are un-bustable. So here is some advice for you guys on how to get your girl back... if you really want her, that is:

O.K. This is how it goes. You get an orangutan. I’m not talking a monkey or some dancing chimp BS, I mean a damn orangutan. Don’t ask me how you’re gonna get an orangutan that’s not my problem. So the orangutan’s name is Clyde. This is non-negotiable, all orangutans are named Clyde. I don’t know why this is, it’s just how the world works. So you and Clyde become man (and ape) about town. You’re seen everywhere together, you make the scene. You and friends go out in big groups. You talk loud, you laugh louder. Every time you say something witty you high-five the orangutan. The town begins to buzz. It gets back to her. “Did you know the guy with the orangutan?” “You used to date the guy with the orangutan?” “Why would you break up with a guy with an orangutan?” Next thing you know she’s calling.

You said I was your angel
That God sent me to you
More likely from the devil
Come to collect his due

I can play the part of lover
Friend and confidant
But in the end I'll break you
And leave you full of want

Tears to me are as honey
So sad and sickly sweet
I revel in your pain
To me it is a treat

Now that you're in pieces
And can no longer sing
My feathers turn to leather
And this angel spreads it's wings