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Tuesday, October 21, 2008

   whats up?!?!
hey i have been having trouble with my computer thats why i havent been on in a while! so everything is fixed now! so i want to know whats going on with all of you all lately!!
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Thursday, February 14, 2008

   story of saint valentine. told from his point of veiw!
St. Valentine's Story

Let me introduce myself. My name is Valentine. I lived in Rome during the third century. That was long, long ago! At that time, Rome was ruled by an emperor named Claudius. I didn't like Emperor Claudius, and I wasn't the only one! A lot of people shared my feelings.
Claudius wanted to have a big army. He expected men to volunteer to join. Many men just did not want to fight in wars. They did not want to leave their wives and families. As you might have guessed, not many men signed up. This made Claudius furious. So what happened? He had a crazy idea. He thought that if men were not married, they would not mind joining the army. So Claudius decided not to allow any more marriages. Young people thought his new law was cruel. I thought it was preposterous! I certainly wasn't going to support that law!

Did I mention that I was a priest? One of my favourite activities was to marry couples. Even after Emperor Claudius passed his law, I kept on performing marriage ceremonies -- secretly, of course. It was really quite exciting. Imagine a small candlelit room with only the bride and groom and myself. We would whisper the words of the ceremony, listening all the while for the steps of soldiers.

One night, we did hear footsteps. It was scary! Thank goodness the couple I was marrying escaped in time. I was caught. (Not quite as light on my feet as I used to be, I guess.) I was thrown in jail and told that my punishment was death.

I tried to stay cheerful. And do you know what? Wonderful things happened. Many young people came to the jail to visit me. They threw flowers and notes up to my window. They wanted me to know that they, too, believed in love.

One of these young people was the daughter of the prison guard. Her father allowed her to visit me in the cell. Sometimes we would sit and talk for hours. She helped me to keep my spirits up. She agreed that I did the right thing by ignoring the Emperor and going ahead with the secret marriages. On the day I was to die, I left my friend a little note thanking her for her friendship and loyalty. I signed it, "Love from your Valentine."

I believe that note started the custom of exchanging love messages on Valentine's Day. It was written on the day I died, February 14, 269 A.D. Now, every year on this day, people remember. But most importantly, they think about love and friendship. And when they think of Emperor Claudius, they remember how he tried to stand in the way of love, and they laugh -- because they know that love can't be beaten!

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Tuesday, February 12, 2008

misunderstod tom

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Sunday, October 7, 2007

this is a test!

What would you look like as an anime character (over 100 different pics!)(modified!) by Jrockfangurl14
Name or Username
Age
Favorite Color
what you look like -
you are-	worryful
usual mood-	calm

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daddy it hurts!!
I am three,
My eyes are swollen
I cannot see,
I must be stupid
I must be bad,
What else could have made
My daddy so mad?
I wish I were better
I wish I weren't ugly,
Then maybe my mommy
Would still want to hug me.
I cant do a wrong
I cant speak at all
Or else im locked up
All day long.
When im awake im all alone
The house is dark
My folks arent home
When my mommy does come home
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe ill just get
One whipping tonight.
I just heard a car
My daddy is back
From Chariles bar
I hear him curse
My name is called
I press myself
Against the wall
I try to hide
From his evil eyes
Im so afraid now
I'm starting to cry
He finds me weeping
Calls me ugly words,
He says its my fault
He suffers at work
He slaps and hits me
And yells at me more,
I finally get free
And run to the door
Hes already locked it
And I start to bawl,
He takes me and throws me
Against the hard wall
I fall to the floor
With my bones nearly broken,
And my daddy continues
With more bad words spoken,
"Im sorry!", I scream
But its now much to late
His face has been twisted
Into a unimagina ble shape,
The hurt and the pain,
Again and again
O please God, have mercy!
O please let it end!
And he finally stops
And heads for the door
While I lay there motionless
Sprawled on the floor,
My name is Chris,
I am three,
Tonight my daddy
Murdered me
And you can help
Sickens me to the soul,
And if you read this
and don't pass it on
I pray for your forgivness
Because you would have to be
One heartless person
To not be affected
By this Poem
And because U R affected,
Do something about it!
So all i ask you to do
Is pass this on
IF YOU ARE AGAINST CHILD ABUSE!
PLEASE COPY AND PASTE THIS AND PASS IT ON !!
REPOST THIS AS "daddy it hurts"

Tonight before you rest your head
say a little prayer
for the little children
who might be dead...because of this.


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Sunday, September 23, 2007

this hapened tho me in my my life .this is my family
David Milligan had been the sole survivor of the blaze. His death late Thursday makes Sunday's fire in the two-story apartment at 1735 W. Missouri Ave. the deadliest in recent history.
David's brother, Eric Lawn, 5, died Sunday along with Corey Stewart, 29. David's mother, Abby Milligan, 30, and a second brother, Tim Lawn, 7, perished a day later.
Fire officials say the downstairs smoke alarm in the apartment wasn't working and the family ended up trapped in the upstairs master bedroom, where they pounded on the window for help.



this pic represents my mom and family in heaven in the sky. for i, have wished to known them.
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