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Footsie Pajama: Why are Asian people so cool?

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Tuesday, April 13, 2010. Why are Asian people so cool? Why are Asian people so cool? Wish people would ask that question to themselves more. I propose lowering the drinking age, "decriminalizing" mary-jane, cutting work hours, and giving longer holidays (along with madicare). A recipe for a less stressful nation. Maybe people will play more soccer together, and have more bloc parties. Whooot! Thinking about the way we operate in America gives me anxiety so I'm not gonna think anymore about it.

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Footsie Pajama: April 2010

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Tuesday, April 13, 2010. Why are Asian people so cool? Why are Asian people so cool? Wish people would ask that question to themselves more. I propose lowering the drinking age, "decriminalizing" mary-jane, cutting work hours, and giving longer holidays (along with madicare). A recipe for a less stressful nation. Maybe people will play more soccer together, and have more bloc parties. Whooot! Thinking about the way we operate in America gives me anxiety so I'm not gonna think anymore about it.

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Footsie Pajama: February 2010

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Monday, February 8, 2010. I Saw A Homeless-Looking Art School Kid Today. I'm constantly looking for a girl that fits the bill. Sadly though, time and again I've learned that nothing I can make compares to that which comes from the hands of my Father. Is it even about the bill? Why does this bill exist? Where did it come from? Why is it on my mind all the time? Wednesday, February 3, 2010. I Cuss When I Pray. I guess that explains a lot. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). I Cuss When I Pray.

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Footsie Pajama: To Those Thinking of Adding Meat to Your Diet

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Friday, January 28, 2011. To Those Thinking of Adding Meat to Your Diet. Is it better to fall off the boat? Or is it best to play it safe your whole life? Is falling off the boat bad? Perhaps other words are necessary. But what words? Running from anything "worldly". Knowing you're saved, so good works are just an icing on the cake. You like dry cake. You like the average cake. There's nothing particularly different about you. Most importantly, never making any art worth the supplies it took. Why must we...

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Footsie Pajama: It's Better to be With You

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Thursday, June 23, 2011. It's Better to be With You. I've fought with these feelings for such a long time now. I don't know where I've been. From the road so far, I'll answer yes. This life will be lonely, this life is meant to be sorrowful. Why do your children spend so much of their efforts trying to run from this truth, run from you, run from themselves? For all the times I never received anything for my death, for my sacrifice, for the embarrassment, for the hatred, for the guilt, for the shame from ...

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Footsie Pajama: LOVE: God's Flavor

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Monday, September 20, 2010. I'm a Christian criticizing Christians (sounds unbiblical). So we all live with people that are childish sometimes. We all live with Christians that never once ask themselves "am I showing love right now? Or "am I showing love today", or "did I try to show love this month/year? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile.

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Footsie Pajama: Animals of Convenience

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Saturday, April 30, 2011. Take for example your favorite food. Your craving for pizza? Are you really craving pizza or is your body craving it? Is it you or your body who is carving a sweet treat? Science shows that our bodies form craving to food. To test this, try going of of starches (wheat, rice, bagels, pizza) for even a week, and watch as the craving rises resiliently to try and take hold. Take leisure time, now. Do you think you've made a decision to watch television this evening?

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Footsie Pajama: Tell me, D'Artagnan. What noble business brings you here?

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Tuesday, October 26, 2010. Tell me, D'Artagnan. What noble business brings you here? So what is romance? I keep seeing it in movies, and I think some part of me is striving for that kind of romance. Is that real though? I wonder if calling that REAL romance is like calling wonder bread REAL bread. Does it come about like it does in the movies? How does one "fall in love"? Turn, turn, stop wasting your time.". Nab, nab. Heart, what say you? If you pour yourself out, what more could a true love want?

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Footsie Pajama: November 2010

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Tuesday, November 9, 2010. Exposition: My Position of Fear. I couldn't bare to loose her body. The thought of love is an unknown paradise. But fires don't quench,. They starve and cook. Afraid of falling this time. Perhaps the last time. Into a deep mold. And the thought of loosing you. I couldn't bare to loose her body. On the brink I peer. What sweet sugar fills my aching tounge. What sweet rose pedals lure. That this same vessel should crack. And disperse and leave me a molded mess. A pile on the floor.

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Footsie Pajama: Exposition: My Position of Fear

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Tuesday, November 9, 2010. Exposition: My Position of Fear. I couldn't bare to loose her body. The thought of love is an unknown paradise. But fires don't quench,. They starve and cook. Afraid of falling this time. Perhaps the last time. Into a deep mold. And the thought of loosing you. I couldn't bare to loose her body. On the brink I peer. What sweet sugar fills my aching tounge. What sweet rose pedals lure. That this same vessel should crack. And disperse and leave me a molded mess. A pile on the floor.