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It’s All About….Mist1 | It's All About....
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It’s All About…. The dirt on your favorite blog writers. It’s All About….Mist1. January 22, 2007. What can I say about this lady? She’s wacky, self-centered, and she’s a “must-read” for me every single day. From the first word of each of her posts until the last, I look goofy as hell sitting here with a big grin on my face. But…we all want to know more right? Well, I brought it to you. Who or what started you down the path of “blogging”? Because I feel like I know her already. I don’t know how ...Because...
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The Despairs of The Human Mind: October 2006
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The Despairs of The Human Mind. Saturday, October 28, 2006. Each Day A Life. Each Day A Life. I count each day a little life,. With birth and death complete;. I cloister it from care and strife. And keep it sane and sweet. With eager eyes I greet the morn,. Exultant as a boy,. Knowing that I am newly born. To wonder and to joy. And when the sunset splendours wane. And ripe for rest am I,. Knowing that I will live again,. O that all Life were but a Day. Sunny and sweet and sane! I sleep to wake again.".
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The Despairs of The Human Mind: May 2006
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The Despairs of The Human Mind. Monday, May 29, 2006. What to do, what to do. Posted by Poetic bum at 4:46 PM. Thursday, May 25, 2006. The mad mans sermon. The mad mans sermon. Feel free to love,. And Love all that is free,. Sing praises to both friends and fiends a like,. Stick to your morals when push comes to shove. Do not be afraid of what you can’t see,. Tell not the bum asking for change to take a hike. Feel both blue and happy or what they would seem, But not too much of either,. As is the tendency.
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The Despairs of The Human Mind: July 2006
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The Despairs of The Human Mind. Saturday, July 22, 2006. He strikes again. He phones. We have caller ID. I see its him, she isn't home so I let it ring. Right after he phones again! I pick up and say in my tired voice, "Dude shes not home", and he replies " wow that atitude" and hangs up. I AM GOING MAD! I keep telling myself, (and this partialy joking, Ok mostly) "I must not hug my axe. I must not hug my axe. I must not hug my axe." But its getting difficult, and I want to hurt him! And acts like he 16!
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The Despairs of The Human Mind: November 2006
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The Despairs of The Human Mind. Thursday, November 30, 2006. Who remember the Littlest Hobo. Not so much. I need more right now then to just see a pretty girl. I think I need a kiss atleast. Oh well. So who here remembers the Littlest Hobo, ( and no Kevin not you). The one with the dog? There's a voice that keeps on calling me. Down the road is where I'll always be. Every stop I make, I'll make a new friend. Can't stay for long, just turn around and I'm gone again. Maybe tomorrow, I'll want settle down,.
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Unlawfully Wedded Wife: An Update
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NOTICE - Read the post below this first, so you know whats going on. - NOTICE* *. So, after purchasing my headphones, I was just uncomfortable walking around with that much cash, so I put it in the bank. Seems reasonable, right? I get home, rockin out in my new Sony's and HH notices them so I told her I bought something for myself! She stares at me for a few minutes and then says, "I SHOULD SLAP THE SHIT OUT OF YOU! SPEND IT ON YOURSELF? Tuesday, March 23, 2010. March 30, 2010 at 12:17 PM.
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The Despairs of The Human Mind: April 2006
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The Despairs of The Human Mind. Tuesday, April 25, 2006. I worte this years ago when something like this had happened. And just so everyone knows I am not upset. I'm not wallowing in my pain. This is just a poem of mine. And I feel like posting it. Your absence make me cry with pain. I miss your smile, you lips,. And no sense of shame. Your face haunts my tortured memories. And in them I find no blessed remedies,. I look upon your picture with heartache,. And when I look away only one thing do I take,.
