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Something about old paper ,old writing two pages from an old old book

old story written in an old lanuage (non-english). don't bother looking, only intersting to those who are into such old stuff.

I farted.

US Navy Seaman Kills Son so He Could Play Gameboy In Peace

SEE HOW HEARTLESS THE AMERICAN FAGGOT MILITARY HAS BECOME. WHAT'S NEXT: FAGGOT AMERICAN MILITARY WILL EAT THEIR BABIES

And why shouldn't you eat your babies? You eat fag feces like it was the bread of life! You have refused to fear "THE LORD THY GOD" (Deut. 28:58).

Hear the word of the LORD, America! "And I will cause them to eat the flesh of their sons and the flesh of their daughters, and they shall eat every one the flesh of his friend in the siege and straitness, wherewith their enemies, and they that seek their lives, shall straiten them." Jeremiah 19:9

Seaman Robert Howard sat on his tiny baby to shut him up, playing Pokémon on his Game Boy as the infant suffocated and died beneath him, Howard testified on Monday.

In a several-hour hearing on Monday, Howard, wearing metal-rim glasses and a blond fade haircut, shed no tears or showed any emotion. He spoke calmly about his son’s death and the preceding assaults.

He said he’d also previously smothered the baby, for somewhere from 90 seconds to three minutes, because he was trying to cure the infant’s hiccups. But the day before the killing, when he grabbed the baby’s collar and twisted it until the baby lost consciousness, it was because he was angry the baby was fussing while Howard wasn’t feeling well, he told the judge

“I started yelling at my son, ‘You won’t eat. You don’t want to sleep. I need to really use the toilet but you won’t let me,’” Howard said.
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Bloody butcher Bush thinks he can distract from these facts by taking over Babylon with his fag army. As a result of his foolishness, body bags are coming home by the truckload.

Number of Americans who have entered hell as result of this bloody takeover of Babylon:

1,007

Neglect

I wonder why parents think daycare is good?

It's neglect my friends. Pawning off your child to someone else. Not seeing them for 8 to 10 hours. Coming home. Doing your shit, and then putting thme to bed. You see them what? 2 hours a day.

Yeah great parenting! Who does your child think is mom?

I don't miss home. Don't get me wrong, I love my parents and all, but I just don't miss them. It takes me a while to remember the format of my house, and I've only been gone four days. It's been longer, if you count the time I left in July, when I basked in the cozy comforts of the city, thinking I was oh-so-worldy. I have been humbled in every sense of the word. So now I am here not feeling homesick and not really allowing myself to settle in; at any moment I ready to pack up and leave and go someplace else. I suppose it has made the whole Getting Used To This New Stage In My Life process easier, but all the same I have drawn into myself. My home is myself. Increasingly my attitude towards things are apathetic, not in the usual sense that I am excited about every new thing, but that I am overwhelmed by the awareness of the existence of so many things I cannot begin to fathom and hence give up. Well, that's a mouthful. I don't even feel like writing. Hence, this shit. I wander around campus, not unhappily, because this year I decided that I was done with sadness, but not happily either. I am bored. I am bored with novelty.

regret

is sleeping with a married man always wrong??

i don't want take this man away from his wife but there's a great physical and mental connection between myself and a certain man. we've been good friends for two years. i almost slept with him two days ago but i knew that i would regret it and feel guilty as hell. there was alot of messing around and great foreplay that day. it wasn't easy to say no. he understood after a bit. of course, he tried to change my mind.

the problem is i'm not sure if i regret saying no or regret not saying yes. i think i made the right decision. the thing is i see every damn day at work for about 8 hours and i still want him.

This summer, in 2 ex-colonies, 1 republic, and 1 forest:

I have gotten over teenage angst and myself. There is more substance to the world than I ever thought there was.

I didn't shower for 4 days.

I cut my hair short and straightened it.

I held a boy's hand and enjoyed it.

I slept in a bed full of ants.

I slept in a bed full of moths.

I danced until I felt like dying from happiness.

I stopped smoking pot and discovered the delicious flavor of cocktails.

I lost my digital camera, moped for a month, and got over myself once again.

I took a plane by myself.

I entered a casino legally.

I realized that I did not need to work this hard - for boys, for academics, for worrying over mundane issues in my daily life.

I decided I needed counseling.

I gained 5, no 6, actually 7 pounds... so far.

I ate the best chocolate cake in the world, called Ivory, ironically.

I hiked 12 miles to the top of a mountain.

I got food poisoning from raw tuna in a Japanese restaurant.

I got a palm reading in the darkness of a bus.

I still don't think I'm ready for college, but I am, but I'm not, and there's no point to even pondering it because its inevitable, but I'm sort of stuck in this middle place where I recognize all of the flaws in my thought and I know every refutation for each declaration I try to make to forge myself on with life. So maybe I'm not over teenage angst. I am just exhausted and ready to accept what new comes before me. Thank you for listening.

I am a coward.

I was reading a book where the protagonist, after many years and many adventures, comes to this conclusion about himself. Maybe you have read this book, it came out just this year. Reading this passage, after so many hundreds of pages, was like turning a page and finding someone had pasted a mirror to the inside back cover of the book.

Well so am I a coward. It permeates everything I do, and especially what I do not do. It is why I am writing here instead of going up to the roof and screaming it at everyone who will listen. It is why I am writing this when I should be doing one of a hundred more important things. It is why I am confessing to the world namelessly instead of to my loved ones.

I was planning to give a lengthy disposition on all the dimensions of my cowardice: in my home life, in my office, in my career. But I realize now that it is just too big a project to tackle all at once, and deliberately so. It was the coward talking. Well here it is, a tiny silly step towards something that is not cowardice, I don't even have a word for it that is how far I have to travel.

Visiting this page from time to time over the past several months made me realize I am really, really not alone in the grip of cowardice. So many people who cannot bring themselves to say or do something they really know would help them to the people who could help them, just like me. Well today I am going to try it, just one time is one more than yesterday.