Eyes closed to the night Thoughts take flight Clear the mind Blind in crystal clarity As consciousness leaves Fleetingly Enlightenment is an entitlement Bequest in the search of knowlege Relinquish conrol of the soul Momentarily To visions and blessings Minus the priest In a make believe reality Of reality made to be I am you as you are me Connected through eternity In a state of grace Embrace what is to be The universe will set you free You are more than Know this as truth
Watch this video, it is un-bloody-believable, then read the newspaper articles I have copied and pasted below. Something is not right here. She wasn't on drugs, if she was she would have been charged for that. So what made her behave like this? Why wasn't she sectioned or at the least put under psyciatric observation? And more importantly why did she go on to kill?
Pedestrian hurt on M6 sentenced to a day in jail
Article from: Sentinel, The (Stoke-on-Trent UK) Article date: May 20, 2008| Copyright informationCopyright 2008 Sentinel, The (Stoke-on-Trent UK). Provided by ProQuest LLC. (Hide copyright information)
One of two women knocked down while walking on a motorway has appeared in court.
The pair caused chaos on the M6 at Keele and the northbound carriageway was shut for more than four hours.
Yesterday, Swede Sabina Eriksson, aged 40 and currently living in Ireland, pleaded guilty to going on to the M6 motorway on Saturday. She also admitted assaulting a police officer.
The defendant and her sister were travelling by coach from Liverpool to London when they disembarked at Keele because neither of them were feeling very well. source
she spent ONE DAY in jail for it :/
And then we have this....
Mum in court over murder
"A 40-year-old woman has been charged with murder following the death of a man who had been stabbed.
The body of Glenn Hollinshead, 54, was found in Duke Street, Fenton, Stoke-on-Trent, on 20 May.
Sabina Eriksson of Mallow, County Cork, in the Irish Republic, was charged with murder on Thursday evening, Staffordshire Police said.
She was remanded in custody by North Staffordshire magistrates and will appear at crown court on 19 September." source
Friday night has come Work is done Prepare to run Stash the liquor Hide the gun He's coming home Dinner's burned He's late again Probably drinking with his friends How will you pay this weeks rent When he has pissed his wage against the wall Like he's done so many times before Listen for his engine roar Sleeves rolled up he's at the door Smashing crockery to the floor Pots and pans and tv flying Accusations that you're lying Followed through with angry fists You made him do this What you say in your defense Are words unheard he wont accept He knows you're scared Come back here bitch He's got you by the hair He'll break your fucking neck if you try that again Dry your eyes and fetch the kids They're locked inside the bedroom cupboard But he knows they're hiding there Frightened of his punishment Fetch the belt Bend and touch your knees You fucking little brats Wait for what is coming next They deserve six of the best It's their own fault for not listening to him How many times must he tell them Don't answer back Do you want another smack Smart arse His crime tonight wont make the evening news No one's coming to rescue you Make sure you wear your running shoes On Friday nights like this Pacify him as best you can Admit to him that you are wrong For all the things that he says you've done Apologise to him Then draw a line into the sand Back away and run like hell Daddy's drunk again
Lift my dress up as high as fuel, gas and food prices, pull my knickers down as low as the housing market and fuck me like you've fucked up the economy!
I met my ideal man this morning. God is he sexy?! He was also warm and loving, intelligent and succesful, just simply the best company I've had the pleasure of indulging in, in a very long time.
But alas, he's a client. And when a girl like me likes a man like him a little too much it's not a good thing to see him again. So he's on block.
I'm flipping through the pages That hold memories of the ages Long forgotten dreams recalled no more Hopes and fears and wants and needs Accidental joys and tears Our everything That carried us through troubled years To who knows where and what will be Of you and me after this I'm opening up a box that keeps Dusty faded memories Like hidden gems of use to be's And broken dreams Torn apart like a victims dress I'm not the girl who you first met Even if she looks the same She's changed See the blade cut into the chest Of a hidden treasure I have kept Dear to me Like you once where I'm flipping through the pages Seeing the smiling faces Of yours and mine Our devine See how they've grown See how they've changed The boy has now become a man But remains the same Hidden in a box Of old and faded photographs Reminding me of a happiness We once shared And I am glad we did I've no regrets As I close the lid on this old chest And heal the wounds of what is left Of what we had.
I've not been home in years Forgotten where it is The map with the way back Where x marked the spot Taken by strong winds that breaks limbs And hearts I'm lost With no warmth from the hearth No glow in the window on a black night To guide me I'm trapped In a fairy tale without a happy ending In a dungeon I built myself out of pride, brick by brick To keep evil out while I wait for you To charge to my rescue, my gallent prince I'm spilling wine wearing a torn dress Wasting time Tallying up the pound signs, minus the damage With plenty to feast on and nothing to loot I've sold myself short protecting my worth In chains that chaff the skin, deep I've given up Play pretending I don't miss what I don't have Till I believe it myself And there is nothing left to take or to give Or to miss Solitude Saps my strength, making me weak with meloncoly I'm pining for a place I've never known or ever been Feeling home sick
Are you Americans not concerned?
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About the FEMA concentration camps, double decker trains with shackles attached to the benches and the coffin liners that have been delivered to private prison camps being built with obvious government/military involvement?
What are your views and do you have a less sinister explaination which I may have missed of what FEMA is up to?
An escort wrote on a forum that prostitution is a business and prostitutes exploit the market for financial gain.
She is right, but in that same vein, all businesses exploit the markets which they are targeting. That is known as good business sense.
In prostitution there are a few levels of a vulnerable market open to exploitation, with a probable cross over within those levels of the market eg. street girl, parlour/brothel, agency/indi.
Looking at the big picture it's not easy to say who is exploiting whom, though I'm sure there is some exploitation going on. Is the escort exploiting the client or is the client exploiting the escort? Not to mention the issue of pimps, trafficking and slavery. We can't deny exploitation.
On the indi side of things I don't think I'm exploiting nor am I being exploited to/by anyone. The client chooses to ring me up and make a booking with me, I choose to accept or decline.
Volentary prossies are rare, is an observation the escort wrote in her comment
There are quite a few girls out there who are prostituting for the fun aspect of it, albeit playtime pays the rent and and helps the finances, they still enjoy it. They don't volenture but often go way over time with a client because the fun's not done yet.
I've spoken to a few girls who are in this in between relationships/fresh out of relationships/mature and single and not looking for relationships. They enjoy and miss the company of men, though they may not be looking to keep a man for themselves right now. Sober sex for cash beats a drunken fumbled one night stand any day.
What's wrong with enjoying time with the sort of men you like, when you like because you got your advertising right, because you targeted your market, because you miss and enjoy the company of men and you love getting fucked, for cash being the bonus that pays the rent - You don't enjoy one night stands, and you're not interested in a relationship right now. What's wrong with that?
It's much more fun sleeping with strange men who you like, which happens when you've got your marketing right. Marketing is just another word for attracting.
Women play the attraction game in all walks of life, some without even trying. Most of us feel we need to at least make an effort to look good, to attract the sort of man we are interested in. That's why the cosmetic industry thrives, as do fashion houses.
As an escort I've scaled down my target market of men I hope to attract. The market I would be aiming my attraction toward if I weren't an escort girl but taking into account that I have cut out the relationship market, would be a choice of one night stands, swinging, or selling sex.
I don't see that what I do is exploitation. It's consenting adults enjoying a mutually agreed playtime for recreational sex. Recreational means fun doesn't it?
This industry is adaptable, I've worked it so that it suits me because it was after all my choice to become an escort. Easy money. Yes, it can be, but it can be soul destroying too, if you let it be. I don't want it to damage me. I don't see that being a sex worker has to damage anyone, if you are informed and in control of your choices.
The downside of the industry for me is that there will always be the stigma of being a prostitute because of the exploitation of the vulnerable.
If escorting has to have such a profound impact on my life, I may as well manipulate it in such a way that it impacts me positively.
I'm damn well going to enjoy myself if I have to wear the stigma like sack cloth and ashes. The dark side of society's ignorant opionion doesn't seem so menacing and dirty like it did to me when I was still stood on the other side of it, while I was part of the very polite society who now judge me with the stigma of what they believe, and of which I was scared, of what prostitution is. It's not anything like I thought it would be.
I'm loving it.
I love the men
I love the company
I love the spoilings
I'm even one of those rare species who love the sex
And yes, I'm paid cash, wouldn't be here if I wasn't
