Woah, this can’t be good. Right? (public)

http://www.soundanalarm.net/ClintonSetsthePatternofantichrist.html

Read that! 0.0!!!

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Hum... (public)

Okay

Maybe life isn’t so pointless. Maybe I was just pissed off that day. Yeah I think that’s what it was. So anyway... How’s everyone? I haven’t talked to most of you in ages. Probably cause I don’t come on here very often. But, here I am now, so how ya doing?

:P Send me mesages are comments maybe.

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Life is pointless - part 1 (public)

I’ve decided... life is pointless and we’re all just pawns in this game called life

Let’s see, we’re born into the world, from the start doomed to death. Every breath we take, plunges us closer to that end that we can no more avoid than our being born.  Every relationship along the way that we might make, will be severed by this destiny.  Every cent we make on this earth will mean nothing at that point.  Any happiness you had in life means nothing.  Every jealous rage, or empty word spoken, still remains on this earth, but any justice you may have received.. gone.  Happiness is all but frivolous, coming and going with the tide. Now you see, life is pointless.

We spend our lives trying to accomplish greatness.  Trying to accomplish success. And judging and condemning those whom aren’t blessed enough to be able to do so.  We base our lives around things that man made up.  Money, for one.  What the hell does money matter anyway? Other than limiting your life, puting you in a dead end job for the rest of your life, and ultimately causing the worthless, stupid, pointless life we all live today.

We spend our lives hoping to find love.  We all long to have another to love, care for, spend the rest of our lives with.  Well let’s back up.  We’re placed in a family that we may not even relate to at all, whom are supposed to love us, maybe they didn’t want us in the first place.  So some people aren’t even able to have that simple form of love.  And then we go seek out for another kind of love. While in the process we judge, we cut others down.  We put our hearts completely on the line for those whom we think love us enough.  Several times probably getting stomped on or ripped apart through deception. In the end love becomes nothing, because we misuse it so.  The feeling ultimately dulled, confused, and disruppted.

All of this no matter how viewed, is pointless because it all ends anyway.

Part 1 complete.

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Plague, a growing but overlooked threat

Plague, the disease that devastated medieval Europe, is re-emerging worldwide and poses a growing but overlooked threat, researchers warned on Tuesday.

While it has only killed some 100 to 200 people annually over the past 20 years, plague has appeared in new countries in recent decades and is now shifting into Africa, Michael Begon, an ecologist at the University of Liverpool and colleagues said.

A bacterium known as Yersinia pestis causes bubonic plague, known in medieval times as the Black Death when it was spread by infected fleas, and the more dangerous pneumonic plague, spread from one person to another through coughing or sneezing.

"Although the number of human cases of plague is relatively low, it would be a mistake to overlook its threat to humanity, because of the disease's inherent communicability, rapid spread, rapid clinical course, and high mortality if left untreated," they wrote in the journal Public Library of Science journal PloS Medicine.

Rodents carry plague, which is virtually impossible to wipe out and moves through the animal world as a constant threat to humans, Begon said. Both forms can kill within days if not treated with antibiotics.

"You can't realistically get rid of all the rodents in the world," he said in a telephone interview. "Plague appears to be on the increase, and for the first time there have been major outbreaks in Africa."

Globally the World Health Organization reports about 1,000 to 3,000 plague cases each year, with most in the last five years occurring in Madagascar, Tanzania, Mozambique, Malawi, Uganda and the Democratic Republic of Congo. The United States sees about 10 to 20 cases each year.

More worrying are outbreaks seem on the rise after years of relative inactivity in the 20th century, Begon said. The most recent large pneumonic outbreak comprised hundreds of suspected cases in the Democratic Republic of Congo in 2006.

Bubonic plague, called the Black Death because of black bumps that sometimes develop on victims' bodies, causes severe vomiting and high fever. Victims of pneumonic plague have similar symptoms but not the black bumps.

Begon and his colleagues called for more research into better ways to prevent plague from striking areas where people lack access to life-saving drugs and to defend against the disease if used as a weapon.

"We should not overlook the fact that plague has been weaponized throughout history, from catapulting corpses over city walls, to dropping infected fleas from airplanes, to refined modern aerosol formulation," the researchers wrote.

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Bibles taken from major hotel/motel chains (public)

An article from InJesus.com


Imagine, for a moment, this scenario...

A man in complete desolation. Through destructive choices of his own, or just life's hard circumstances, he feels he cannot take any more. With a newly purchased hand gun tucked in his jacket, he stands just inside the hotel room he's rented, letting the door waft shut behind him.

The man moves to the side of the bed, dragging his feet—and all of his despair with him—sinking down onto the faded spread, while letting out a long, pent-up breath. Tears begin to sting his eyes as his gaze shifts to the nightstand—and stops.

Through the cloudy darkness in his mind, a tiny flicker—almost imperceptible at first—suddenly pierces the man's thoughts. There was something he remembered, something that might give him a little hope—in the drawer—would it be there? Would there be something in it for him?

The man's heart begins to pound as his hands grasp the handle of the drawer. Slowly, he pulls it open....

I, for one, have heard this kind of story played out in real life. A desperate man or woman, planning to end their life in some hotel room, opens the nightstand drawer to find a Bible. Upon reading in it, they suddenly decide not to kill themselves, and instead turn to God, or at least to a new start.

But what would they do if they opened the drawer to find it empty, or worst yet; to find it filled with intimacy kits instead? What hope would that bring?

That is exactly what some hotels are reportedly stocking their bedside and bathroom drawers with, while leaving behind the Word of God, traditionally placed there by the Gideons.

Why? According to a Newsweek article, a spokeswoman for New York City's Grand Soho Hotel in Manhattan explained, "Society evolves," and that if the hotel provided Bibles in each room, it "would have to take care of every guest's belief."

The article states that because "leisure" has overtaken "business" as the need for a room, some chains are investing in a "less religious" demographic of patron.

Besides the Grand Soho, other hotels mentioned were: the W, the Mercer hotel in NYC, the Sofitel L.A., and the Indigo hotel in Scottsdale, Arizona. All were said to not carry Bibles, but which are replacing them with some form of "intimacy aid"—one even going so far as to carry a "one night stand kit" in the mini-bar.

The trend seems to be far-reaching too; as reportedly, religious-founded Marriot is considering not having Bibles in their yet-to-be-named new boutique chain.


Here is a link you can go to, to sign a petition to voice your disagreement with this.

http://www.afa.net/emails/transform.asp?x=hotels_111407&s=browser&y=2007&m=11

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Something I’ve always believed (public)

Here's something I've always believed, but never really been able to express properly.

In Revelation xiv, 13, we read: "And I heard a voice from heaven saying unto me, Write, Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord from henceforth; Yea, saith the Spirit, that they may rest from their labors; and their works do follow them."

Now, death may rob us of money. Death may rob us of position. Death may rob us of our friends; but there is one thing death can never do, and that is rob us of the work that we do for God. That will live on forever. "Their works do follow them." How much are we doing? Anything that we do outside of ourselves, and not with a mean and selfish motive, that is going to live. We have the privilege of setting in motion streams of activity that will flow on when we are dead and gone

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Just like a disease (public)

You know what?

Thinking about the past, for me at least, is really unhealthy.  I start thinking about it, and then I start dwelling on it, and then I start wanting it back.  And that's when I start getting sucked back into depression.  It's just a like a disease.  And I refuse to go back into that again. 

So I declare right now, everything from the past no longer exists.  And I will not dwell on it any longer.

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Hm... something about me (public)

After looking through old Xanga entries last night I've realized I have come a long way.  No, seriously,  I really have.  You can laugh all you want to but.. I mean it.

I can't even remember being that person I read about there now.  I used to do so much crap just for the attention. Just because I wanted drama. I fed off of it.  Now it's like.. who the hell cares?

And so, that's all I wanted to say. <3

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Times from my Dark past (public)

Here are a couple of rare things that I actually wanted to remember, because they are so deep in meaning.

December 12, 2005

"I have to fix that calendar I have, that's marked July 15th, because since there's no more you.. there's no more anniversary"

What is life but a game made to lose?

I've traveled this world desolate and lonesome. I've trusted in many, and got merely pain. I've loved with all of my heart only to have it ripped out and stomped on. I've been played with more times than I can count, giving in once more only to hope it would not be true. I trust more than I should, I love more than I ought. I'm not your play thing.. so keep your hands off.

Don't play like a kitten, curious and playful. I'm tired of being your ball of string. My head is pounding, my heart is aching, I can't stop crying, and I can't stop shaking. I feel so lost, I'm at my breaking point. No I can't take this, but I'm stuck in this hellish mist. It's like I've reached my end, so dark and so cold. All like I had imagined so long ago.

It's like this song says, ' I'm so sick of love songs and so tired of tears.. so done with wishing you were still here '. I've almost took my life, and now I live in fear. My heart may never love again, and my eyes may never cry another tear. Because I've cried so much it's like I've dried myself up. Who would have thought one could cry so much.. for so long. Over something that's in the past, it's already long gone. A second after the pain, it was in the past. But I still hold on, wishing to squeeze and make it last.

Games of life, games of death. It's like russian roulette. Will it be now, will it be later? Will it be my time, or will I bear with? Only one way to tell.. and only one more shot left.

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So I thought.. (public)

All your twisted thoughts free flow
To everlasting memories
Show soul
Kiss the stars with me
And dread the wait for
Stupid calls returning us to life
We say to those who are in love
It can't be true 'cause we're too young
I know that's true because
so long I was
So in love with you
So I thought

A year goes by
And I can't talk about it

On my knees
Dim lighted room
Thoughts free flow try to consume
Myself in this
I'm not faithless
Just paranoid of getting lost or that I might lose
Ignorance is bliss cherish it
Pretty neighborhoods
You learn to much to hold
Believe it not
And fight the tears
With pretty smiles and lies
About the times

A year goes by
And I can't talk about it

The times weren't right
And I couldn't talk about it

Chorus Romance says goodnight
Close your eyes and I'll close mine
Remember you, remember me
Hurt the first, the last, between
Chorus Romance says goodnight
Close your eyes and I'll close mine
Remember you, remember me
Hurt the first, the last, between

And I'm praying that we will see
Something there in between
Then and there that exceeds all we can dream
So we can talk about it

[guitar solo]

Chorus Romance says goodnight
Close your eyes and I'll close mine
Remember you, remember me
Hurt the first, the last, between
Chorus Romance says goodnight
Close your eyes and I'll close mine
Remember you, remember me
Hurt the first, the last, healing

And I'm praying that we will see
Something there in between
Then and there that exceeds all we can dream

And all these twisted thoughts I see
Jesus there in between
And all these twisted thoughts I see
Jesus there in between

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