simply...RAW`` ++ sizzling HAWTT!!``

2009-07-26T11:47:00.000-07:00

what happens when you want your partner to have virtues like your father,
and yet you picked up these virtues yourself.
which should be good.
right?

wrong.
because you end up suffering,
always hoping, wishing, praying, that some miracle will work,
hoping that the other half would see what you see
wishing that the inner soul could be heard
praying that god would grant the grace wisdom and self control

may there be a miracle.
loving is a test, its never easy to love
that's why maybe god sent his son to die.

2009-06-25T12:08:00.001-07:00

FUNNY HIPPOPOTAMUS NEWS!
CRACK ME UP ALWAYS!

THIS LITTLE CUTE LOVE?
NAHHH!

2009-06-25T11:44:00.000-07:00

this is the most beautiful poem ive ever read,
two things that are really precious in my life
CHRIST and HIPPOPOTAMUS

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The Hippopotamus
by: T.S. Eliot (1888 - 1965)

The broad-backed hippopotamus
Rests on his belly in the mud;
Although he seems so firm to us
He is merely flesh and blood.

Flesh-and-blood is weak and frail,
Susceptible to nervous shock;
While the True Church can never fail
For it is based upon a rock.

The hippo's feeble steps may err
In compassing material ends,
While the True Church need never stir
To gather in its dividends.

The 'potamus can never reach
The mango on the mango-tree;
But fruits of pomegranate and peach
Refresh the Church from over sea.

At mating time the hippo's voice
Betrays inflexions hoarse and odd,
But every week we hear rejoice
The Church, at being one with God.

The hippopotamus's day
Is passed in sleep; at night he hunts;
God works in a mysterious way-
The Church can sleep and feed at once.

I saw the 'potamus take wing
Ascending from the damp savannas,
And quiring angels round him sing
The praise of God, in loud hosannas.

Blood of the Lamb shall wash him clean
And him shall heavenly arms enfold,
Among the saints he shall be seen
Performing on a harp of gold.

He shall be washed as white as snow,
By all the martyr'd virgins kiss,
While the True Church remains below
Wrapt in the old miasmal mist.
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god loves you!
-- signing off: cripsysalsa candy

2009-05-28T22:24:00.002-07:00

im caught in a draw between my boyfriend and best friend, everything just seems so strange and foreign now.

2009-05-28T22:24:00.001-07:00

i need to get a new background picture first!

simply...RAW`` ++ sizzling HAWTT!!``

The broad-backed hippopotamus Rests on his belly in the mud; Although he seems so firm to us He is merely flesh and blood.

The hippo's feeble steps may err In compassing material ends, While the True Church need never stir To gather in its dividends.

The 'potamus can never reach The mango on the mango-tree; But fruits of pomegranate and peach Refresh the Church from over sea.

At mating time the hippo's voice Betrays inflexions hoarse and odd, But every week we hear rejoice The Church, at being one with God.

The hippopotamus's day Is passed in sleep; at night he hunts; God works in a mysterious way- The Church can sleep and feed at once.

I saw the 'potamus take wing Ascending from the damp savannas, And quiring angels round him sing The praise of God, in loud hosannas.

Blood of the Lamb shall wash him clean And him shall heavenly arms enfold, Among the saints he shall be seen Performing on a harp of gold.

He shall be washed as white as snow, By all the martyr'd virgins kiss, While the True Church remains below Wrapt in the old miasmal mist.========================