i_have_words jennifer I have words and I wish I could say them so completely (sp) that you would listen and smile and know what I really meant by I'm sorry 000428 ... Chrity Look, I get a lot of crap from people for being a Christian; for being so faithful. Sometimes, I admit, I even think that I may be wrong. But then I remember the all the things that God has done for me. He made me, He loves me. He loves me enough that he died a shameful and horrible death as a sacrifice for every sin that I would commit in my life. And then there are days when even that seems totally unreal and distant. But that’s not all. There’s this girl I know who has been through a lot in the last couple years. She became a Christian in 7th grade when her parents joined this church. Some of her friends went there, and when she moved to another city and school district, that was the only time she really had to hang out with them, so she got involved. Mostly to be with her friends, though. She didn’t really understand that other stuff. In 11th grade, her church started a new program for teens to be involved with the kids in the church. It was called TIM Team (“TIM” standing for Teens In Mission), and she and her friends got to go to Camp Wapo, the Bible camp their church was affiliated with, for free! They arrived at the camp on the Friday before the last week of July, 1999. They put their stuff away and started getting to know the people from other churches whom they would be spending the week with. Some of these people, although she didn’t know it yet, would change her life forever. One of the counselors who worked with them that week, Mike Campbell, led Devotions one night. Everyone could tell that he was down about something, he had been all week. Although Mike didn’t really tell us directly what had been bothering him; by the end of our meeting, he had many of us in tears. Before the week was over he told us something else, something this girl would never forget; he said that Satan was trying to interfere with something there that week, that God must have something really great planned for someone there. Camp ended, and this girl got a new job, started her senior year in high school, and went on with life. Everything was fine until the middle of October that year. This girl was sitting at home when she came to the realization that she hated herself. She felt like she didn’t deserve anything that she had in her life. She didn’t feel like she deserved to have God love her. Then she started hating everything and everyone around her, for loving her as worthless and stupid as she was. Then she hated herself for hating everything and everyone. She wanted to hurt herself, to inflict physical pain in order to relieve the emotional pain. She tried to think about something else, she tried to keep busy so that maybe this feeling would go away. But it didn’t go away. She went into the bathroom with a scissor and she cut herself. Slowly, deliberately; not deep enough to do any real damage. It relieved the pain – but only to replace it with shame… and the pain always came back. She knew that what she was doing was crazy; but she had no control over it, no understanding of it. She went on like this, not living, just existing, and always hiding behind the mask of her former self – or at least trying to. She stopped really talking to people, stopped caring about the things she had always cared about; until she noticed scars and cuts like hers on someone she knew. On several people she knew. She wasn’t the only one going through this. Now she wanted to know more about it. She read up on it, she remembered that for some strange reason God loved her, that Jesus died for her, regardless of how worthless she thought she was. Knowing this had been the only thing that kept her alive. She started talking to the people around her again, talking to those who were going through what she had gone through. She realized that if God loves her, and He is perfect, then she must be worthy of his love. She had always loved him; but now, finally, she started loving herself again, too. She shared this love with the people around her, and slowly she stopped cutting, stopped scratching, and slowly, her scars healed, and her shame faded with them. This girl is me. I am asking you to give God a chance - if you haven’t already – and I am asking you to not be ashamed of what you find. (you can email me if you want to, I love email. Spam sucks though. My address is hami0144@tc.umn.edu) 010408 ... dB Ok, god didn't get nailed to the tree, it was Jesus, y' know, his son? anyway, good on ya for voicing that. I believe people should be able to believe what they want, as long as they don't go fanatical and start pusing other people into it. I think your faith is misplace, you think mine is. Let's leave it at that. Much Respect. 010408 ... Bat Qol not to rain on anyone's parade or anything, but there is a balance that has always been kept a deal that was made under the table years ago, millenia ago, eons if you will for everyone who gains or regains their faith, some other soul loses it or suffers their first lapse it's all politics. it always has been. He doesn't talk to me anymore. before He raised you from the dust, He knew my brothers would make trouble He let it happen Our kind wasn't given free will like you it was even predestined and known by Him that i would slip away long enough to do this, to say this this whole chess game is one big charade You'll all get to meet him eventually, even the damned you people got it wrong it's more like a stay in detention than an eternity even He isn't cruel enough to subject you that but the fact remains, the Zoroastrians were closer to the mark than anyone else even evil is His, my brother the light-bearer was programmed to his very core to turn on the Father, their fight has no basis in fact and big brother is just a pawn like me. 010408 ... monde when i was 4 years old my parents put me in a nursery school run by a church. we lived in a small town (well, it was small then, not any more) and i think it was the only nursery school around. my parents were atheists. every day the little kids had to get in a circle and sit on their prayer mats. the teacher told us to fold our hands so they looked like a church. When we did that we were supposed to talk to god, and that was called praying. you talked to god inside yourself, without making sound. we did it for 5 minutes a day. after about a week of this i went to the front of the class and asked the teacher "why isn't god talking to me? i thought when you talked to someone they were supposed to answer you. my mom told me it's not polite to not answer someone when they are talking to you. so is god rude, or is god pretend? i was kind of a precocious kid i guess you could say. the teacher was in tears. the other kids looked at me with varying wary levels of contempt. soon mom came to get me. she and the teacher had a short talk and i thought sure i was going to get severely punished. i had done something BAD but i didn't understand what. my mom said "no, you didn't do a bad thing, you did a very good thing". i loved flowers. she took me to a nursery (the other kind, with plants) and got me an azalea bush with pretty red flowers. since then i've always been an atheist, as far as God(tm) goes. I made up my own religion instead because that one explains the world around me fairly well, without a story of the bloody sacrifice of an "only begotten son" at the core center of the belief system. this "jesus died for me" is supposed to make me feel GOOD?! look, if you took out GOD and JESUS and substituted some pagan god or goddess names, or something to do with Satan, the whole thing would sound like it was glorifying ritual abuse! drinking the blood of jesus? i prefer my deities abstract: CON = ORDER DE = CHAOS they don't love me they don't hate me they don't give a damn if i worship them. i just like to watch them tear each other up, build each other down, tear each other down, build each other up and fuck and generally be adversaries who are lovers. for some odd reason, the solacelessness of all this is such solace to me. 010409 ... The Truth Before committing to any "Belief System" think about the obvious. The universe is based on a system of it's own, consisting of infinite variations of positive and negative. (Such as:right and wrong, light and dark, ascend and descend, good and evil, Punishment and reward, truth and lies.) We live within this natural order. Now, there is the fact that all of us have within ourselves a conscious. An instinctive knowledge of right and wrong, this does not fit in with natural logic, but it's definately there. The bible refers to this as "God's law written in all of our hearts." But wait, before we cover that, we must mention LOVE! Love is the seventh sense. We all need it to survive. Many of us deny that but We all know it's true. Love is what makes us human. It cannot be explained by science or math. Love is as real as God, if you have never known Love, odds are, you don't believe in God. (These are just facts, not trying to coerce anyone) Ok, ignorance is abound, and is committed by anyone who judges, or comments on a Book they've never read. So do the research, we have a recorded history. Make up your own mind. The bible has never been wrong. The "Christians" who claim to follow Jesus are more ignorant than some non-believers. I know many "christians" in America who just "play church". They never truly live. To experience your true purpose, you must know first what it is. The Truth is: Jesus is the son of God. God is our Eternal Father. He Created Humans as Children of God, that is why we are so different from every OTHER LIVING THING ON THIS PLANET! We have an immortal Soul within us, We are here take part in the morality experiment known as life. If you give, love, live, grow, and do good you will attribute a postive energy to your soul. If you take, hate, kill, destroy and do evil, you will deteriorate your soul with negative energy. When you die, your soul is released and there are natural phenomenon that will either attract or repel a soul and God (Judgment). It's so clear, simple, and logical. Please. There is more at stake here than you realize. Try to love one another for just 7 days, and if you feel that it's right, then proceed. If not, hey, at least you were good for one week, right? 010410 ... unhinged see cut 010410 ... Chrity "see cut" -that is what I went through. I feel for those individuals still dealing with it. - I've gotten a few email responses so far, and this is one of them. I would like to post my response to it in this forum... You know, that story on that BLATHER site is pretty good, but it sounds to me like you just had some insecurities about yourself that were treated by someone else's advice. I've had problems in the past, just as EVERYONE does. Don't think you are an exception. Those are just things that you need to deal with yourself or with a friend. I usually find that talking to a friend or a family member makes me feel like I've got all of my problems solved. Try it. E-mail me back if you'd like. Regards, Steve The message I was trying to communicate was this: It was my faith that saved my life because without it, I probably would've committed suicide. You "find that talking to a friend or a family member makes [you]feel like [you've] got all [your] problems solved." Exactly. I am a child of God, and he is the best friend anyone could ever have. You totally understand (or at least it seems that way). 010411 ... bluechicken get over it. get a grip, maybe? life isn't that bad. when it's over, it's over. that's it. no more. carbon-based life forms we are, and nothing more. live it up! [death doesn't scare me because when i die, i won't know it.] i regret nothing! sleep with your enemies! smash it up! sing it now, sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-ti-da. mom, aren't you proud? i quit smoking, mom! i can eat now! you know what pisses me off? fucking religious teenagers that refuse to use condoms because of their religion. why are they having sex? isn't that against their religion? then i look at the parents and i see nothing but hypocrites, a fucking sea of hypocrites! damn the man! oh yeah, love yourself. you're all you got. yep. 010411 ... nocturnal I would just like to second that last motion. well said. 010411 ... trazlo i have words in my head but when they come out, they are mistaken with meanings i did not fully intend speaking words to describe your thoughts is like useing touch to describe a sunset god is the name i give to the feeling of love that is alive. the feeling that u can watch crawl through your body when u feel it smiles and good deeds. god is the name i give to the time before i existed and the reason i exist what if there is a god and it doesn't care whether u live or die or shake your neighbor's hand? what gives us the right to feel so important that we were each individually made for a purpose? when u make bread and the bread grows mold because u left it out, do u think the mold wonders why we created it? why we gave it sustinance? what if god was just making bread and we are an inadvertant result? or, maybe we were made by a god who gave us a built in sense of right and wrong and a built in sense of the feelings we mostly associate with IT so that we could feel important, but then went on to make martians and forgot about making us. in third grade i made a hamster out of cotton that i loved for a week, but then i got tired of it and played with my brother's ninja turtle. why does god have to live up to standards we create for it? 010411 ... Chrity This really isn't that difficult or confusing. Hey, on a side note, I have a song for everyone! You probably know it... I can't remember the exact words of the song, but this is VERY close: Turn, Turn, Turn. There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven: a time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot, a time to kill and a time to heal, a time to tear down and a time to build, a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance, a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them, a time to embrace and a time to refrain, a time to search and a time to give up, a time to keep and a time to throw away, a time to tear and a time to mend, a time to be silent and a time to speak, a time to love and a time to hate, a time for war and a time for peace. (Ecclesiastes 3:1-8; Old Testament) 010413 ... chrity must be stopped WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM?! LEAVE US ALONE!!! TAKE YOUR PREACHING ELSEWHERE, NO ONE HERE IS INTERESTED. okay, maybe just one or two, but I think the majority of the blather population would appreciate it if you stopped with all this shit. I'm beggin you here. please for the love of God, STOP!!!!!! and if you don't, you know another priest will very likely be devoured. now do you really want to be the cause of the death of yet another innocent priest? I didn't think so. 010413 ... hanael hey, now, don't go givin'me any funny ideas. but i do declare the thought of ruffling a few feathers always gives me a good giggle. nuns are crunchy too, y'know. 010413 ... stating the obvious "chrity must be stopped": you totally need to chill out. she's just doin' her thing. if you have a problem with it, DON'T BLATHER HERE! duh... 010416 ... string Collective consciousness? Sounds a bit like what we're doing right now. Personally speaking I know you all to be wrong but its not your fault. How would you know that the only path to true salvation is string? We don't advertise. 010423 ... hanael mormon tabernacle choir = BUFFET (albeit somewhat bland, cornfed whitebread) but sometimes i like quantity over quality 010424 ... Hero Support Group read the book 010426 ... phil Peace- Sometimes I can make things float, or my friend's eyes will turn white and make things dissapear. I think we are all just freaks, I met a kid who could duplicate money in his hands. I saw nuns who had God inside of themselves. My friend saw a church pouring love into the night. And sometimes I meet the gifted one, listen to my words now--when you are HERE I hope to be also, and you need someone to help you, to show you what they have found, you remember who they are, don't go on believing the past. You will later understand what you thought you knew, and the pain this fact brings is a good pain. Sometimes the clerk tells me it's ok to steal things, and the bank teller gives me an extra twenty. I could always do more. Who of you could know these things happen, it's like an artist who makes a picture that would touch you deeply although you never see it. Sometimes the lake moves with me, or I become one with myself and their is no world around me, my dreams can become real. Sometimes things are ugly, and my head becomes haunted. And the truth waits to rust away, until it doesn't hurt me anymore. All the truths, all your truths too. I am now able to have pity for other people, and soon I will be happy. But I can touch your soul, and shake it, and let it rest. The world is not beautiful although I prefer to keep it that way. Just remember, when you find yourself able to do anything, succeed any task set for you, see as far into the heart of a tree as I am, remember there is no reason to find yourself worthless, to want it all your own and kill away those around you who you are healous of, you don't let go until you are at peace, and you can walk towards your world without being turned away at the door. What I can tell you is only myself, the balance I think that I am controled by, all I can say is that space is very large. And the light that creates this period is just as big. Don't waste something beautiful, when you know what the people want, damnit throw this shit all over the place, let's not do this again. 010426 ... L I've sometimes gotten hints of what your writing. But my brain's not quite around that yet. Seems you've got more sense of what I sometimes sense 010426 ... yoink Indeed, you chastise my rare delights in pontifical matters but what matters? I don't chastise you for your goofy delights. I have words i say you say You don't have words. My distaste for condemnation is hypocritical you're a hypocritical wank who'll see damnation maybe not. sorry. 010427 ... velvet spasm rabbit rabbit 010427 ... sttalker these are all my words 010429 ... L it was all innocent enough i think. and they were all still words just words. 010430 ... god lick my anus 010430 ... phil Gee I wish I left a lot of that out, it would look a little less like I spilled my head open and more like I was trying to get a point out of it. I mean the point was made, but well...see I'm doing it again, uggh. 010501 ... phil I think it may still work into a nice writing, it's just a piece of wood, or a rock. It just is there. I mean, fuck, whatever. I wish. 010501 ... alkalinepixie i throw my dictionary across the room only to run after it and apologize. 010501 ... silentbob i like to lick gods anus, it tastes sweeter by the day, much like cheesey sausages, if it wasn't free i'd pay. please please please i'm a cockboy cowboy and i need a ride home. 010506 ... silentbob you piece of shit. stop pretending to be me, if you have not got anything to say which you can't put your own name to then stay the fuck away from mine. i am a man of respect around here with a reputation to hold on to and you are a gutless turd. 010506 ... silentbob fuck off, cunt 010506 ... Silent Bobby evers for the record i did not say any of the last three things. 010506 ... Tybay "Look flanders its that girl you dont like. NOT! hehehehehehe" 010506 ... Who am I? And with the gentle turning of that great black knob, the dam was released. Out from the deceptively small speakers began pouring music, thick, and slight all at once. The sound melted cool in her mind, and flowed and swished along the wanderings of her dizzy consciousness. It's four layered liquid lines of melody, crashing and dancing, knotting and swooning played games in the room. It was a fourth dimension of life that she'd never before experienced. The dark room disappeared as her lids shut to black. She splashed in the river that greeted her in this new dream place. It was four layers of history, like diffing into the earth, past the skin and the crust, drilling down to the beginning. She flew, gliding with a great wise dream beast on great wise imaginary wings. The palms of her hands tingled when she felt the melody in all it's soaring blue ferocity. She was deep inside the voices when his hand touched her shoulder. Covering her palm in his, he lifted her like a broken sparrow onto her feet. Two creatures, as one, moved to the sound, and lapped in the surreal majesty of music. The tiny misty room was held tight in the embrace. 010506 ... Lyle McMahon try this out , who am i: (btw, that was beautiful) What are you doing here I thought you had an appointment SOMEWHERE ELSE. I’m working I’m working. For you I’m spinning circles. The curtain is up but I’m blinded by the lights. What are you doing!? That’s broken glass, you know. The bright side to being swallowed whole seeing the inside of a whale. He who has the blueprints to a flawless existence, makes the typos. I am few. Back to school shopping list. Burned the edges and now what will you do? If I was a block of plastic. Hello, operator? Give me a reason. They do that a lot, don’t they? I step on you like bug like raw meat like breakfast my shoes are wet. Your only a fragment of my imagination, you don’t scare me. That’s just the way the ball pops. Living life in a broken down shower room or dining hall. Who pulls the level pusher of buttons aborts birthing? Nopenotthistimewhatcould Iescapethrough?howcanIkillmyself Idontwanttoendthisway. I’m swallowd in a bird’s nest. I’m sorry to break this to you I didn’t want to be the one but they insisted. Get into the van right now mister. I am stunned. I am stationed static in oblivious euphoria. Damnit. Failure to communicate cooperate consume. They have found me and I cant run through that brick wall the collapsible hole. Random acts of violence kindness the sidewalk chalk. Dysfunction thirty-day return policy for all non-working personal. I don’t understand the fiction river that drips out your mouth. I am a cliff and you swan dive off my ugly face. I am having too much fun to lose you now. I am in a meeting with a bunch of me s. please leave a message after the gunshot. Don’t move they might see you. What? Dire obsession, when would you ever give up. Have I ever lived ever, before this? Like a dog being dragged behind a car. Donations greatly forgotten, predating even time itself. I am though. Stop prosecuting you just don’t understand. Talking my temperature wondering what would happen if I was Boiling. Stop codon. 010507 ... s!m start cooking 010509 ... ladybird "Christy must be stopped"...of course she can't be. That's the beauty of this. But I do wish she'd stop writing "Go to I_have_words" everywhere. She's messing up the pattern. She's like the holy version of those people who run around chat sites going "click *here* to see me cum" when everyone else is trying to have a conversation. Are you listening Christy? Or are you too busy listening to your own voice? Cuz I used to be like you....I "knew" God. And I liked listening to my own voice a lot. I preached at my friends instead of hearing their problems. I'm a very different person now. I'm a confirmed atheist. I'm not saying that's better than having faith. It's not. It's a lot scarier, for a start. But there has got to be a happy medium, right? Love God by all means, but remember humanity is gorgeous too. Oh and pissing off people won't make it one bit easier to convert them. 010514 ... The Truth (psssst....it's chrity, not christy...pass it on...) 010515 ... NINE more nunnY nU nuS. PLEASE CAN YOU PASS THE CONDOMS, URRR.. I MEAN THE POPERDOMS. THANKS. I WAS ONY 8 AND LATE FOR MY DIN DINS. OH SORRY MUM WAS THAT FUNNY, I HAD TO HIDE UNDER DE TABLE. AND SPIT ALL MY FOOD OUT! 010515 ... NiNNy Pink Paint. have you found my Bar Bort, you know my Par Bort, you know my ...... bloody hell late again. that girl, I'll show her how to do sit ups. Thanks Jen. Do you have a Spank name too? 010515 ... retarded nun random attacks of flying flingies and butchering heat aside, i proceeded to flail my thick, rubbery lips toward the sun as i ran. in a while i started to smile, i came upon a pile of veal most vile. in the intense heat, the steaming meat melted into gore upon the shore. 010518 ... dit you pixie you 010524 ... ? ... 010527 ... ? ......................... ................................ .................................... ............................... ......... . ......................... .................................. ........................................................ ................. ............................ ................................ .................................. ................................... ................................... ..................... ........................ ............................ ................................ ................................. .................................. .................................. ............................... ............................... ................................. ................................... ................................. .................................... ............. ......... .............. .............. ............... ...................... ........................ .......................... ........................... .............................. ............................... ................................. ................................. ................................... .................................... ................................... ............... ........... ............ ............. ......................... ...................... ......................... .............................. ................................. .................................. .................................. .................................. .................. ........... ................. ...................... ........................ .............. ................. .................. ......... ............ ................. .................... ....................... .................... ................. ........ ...... .............. ....................... .............. . . . . . . . . . . . . ... . . . . . . . . ............. .................... ..................... .............. ......................... ..................... ........ ............ .............. ............... .................. ................... ..................... ......................... .......... . . . . . . .. . ............. ................ .................... ..................... ...... . . . ............. ................ .................. ................... ....................... ......................... ............................. ................ . . . . . . . ........................ . . . ................ . ...... 010527 ... ? i_dont_have_words 010527 ... ? ?? 010529 ... ? whats the fucking problem? are you saying this is a less valid form of expression than yours? 010529 ... Moe yeah...they sit in my pocket next to the black fuzzy lint and my lighter that doesnt work...and ya know, they can stay there...they are about as useful as all that other stuff in there 010530 ... The Truth Words should'nt be taken for granted. Words alone can destroy a mighty empire. Words alone can build a strong economy. So be careful with words. Decide for yourselves today! Do you want to build people up? Or do you want to tear people down? (but before you decide, don't take another's hope, it may be all they have.) 010530 ... monkelopolis after a few of those i feel obligated to say something in depth and profound. thats a shame. all i can think of is how comfortable these pants are.... 010530 ... jip words, they are so unnatractive, yet hold so much potential - they're great. although some words can be attractive i guess. 010613 ... jip wow, this is like "find the secret message board" 010613 ... kingsuperspecial what I want to know is this: why does chirty go to other areas on this site and post go to: i_have_words ? does she feel this somehow relates to the other blath-r, or does she need people to see this? is curious 010614 ... nocturnal at work she was just on a psycho-christian rampage and wanted to make sure everyone read her forced preaching. 010614 ... The_Hydra I went to church and i got this T-shirt that says "Your Religon didn't work for me." 010707 ... sykoze i have no words, for i have no tongue. The Lorax speaks for me. All my friends are dead. Soon I will be too. Please help. 010718 ... phil I have words, for silent bob. This split personality thing is kind of gross. It's time to face the grim facts today. 010719 ... Aimee I own two words, in otherwords to say I have words. those words are, Eat and Poo now I also have the rights to the conjugations of these words such as eating, ate, pooing and poo'ed. I do sometimes borrow words from others to form more sentences with them.. such as pooing while eating or other various sentences, but I always try to remember to return the borrowed words... wouldn't want to piss someone off... speaking of which... who owns the word melancholy... I'd like to haggle for it.. or you could give it to me as a birthday present... it's your choice.. :) 010726 ... Teenage Jesus As a matter of fact I know the chick who owned that word; and I just happened to have swiped it from her so here you go. Don't keep it to long though; it's a bit of a bummer... 010726 ... Aimee Thank you Jesus! 010726 ... TalviFatin I have words...but I'm pretty sure the general public doesnt want to hear them. 010731 ... Weed Eater "all I ever wanted all i ever needed is here in my arms words are very unnecessary They can only do harm." 010804 ... josie that are spinning violently 010808 ... Translucent I have words, but they may not have meaning. My mind has been fucked, from bad experiences and drug use (I am clean now). Half the time, I dont even know if what I'm thinking is what I'm really thinking. I may say things, but most of the time you cannot take my word for anything, because my work may not be real, coherrent, or even plausible. I hate my mind, and yet I love it. I hate what I have done to it, and yet I love what it has become. My words are warped, my mind is warped. My words are true, my mind is true. I dont lie, but what I may percieve as lying may be truth, and truth may very well be false. Even now, I dont know what I mean by all of this, my mind is going insane. Am I insane? Am I just tired? 010820 ... i am afriad to say i am in love wit you . im afraid to look at u in ur eyes . afraid of so much . that tha afraid turns into i love you . its so confusin! 010915 ... confusion why do they even call it love . i mean when ur in love usually ur in tha state of confusion and how many people go bye livein without even knowin they love them untill they lose them . its all confusionin . ur head feels lyke its gonna collapse . . at times u feel as if ur neglected then again u r loved but udont know this . ur tired of pickin things apart . lookin in there head because they are to afraid of sayin wha it is they r feelin . they r really picky with there words when im not . im just straight foward because tired of losin them because of takin my time . and now they want it slower . What !!!! its just confusionin so i say instead of love call it confusion 010915 ... confusion love why do they even call it love . i mean when ur in love usually ur in tha state of confusion and how many people go bye livein without even knowin they love them untill they lose them . its all confusionin . ur head feels lyke its gonna collapse . . at times u feel as if ur neglected then again u r loved but udont know this . ur tired of pickin things apart . lookin in there head because they are to afraid of sayin wha it is they r feelin . they r really picky with there words when im not . im just straight foward because tired of losin them because of takin my time . and now they want it slower . What !!!! its just confusionin so i say instead of love call it confusion 010915 ... Norm but no way to mouth them into coherant language. fuck 010915 ... Aimee but lord knows I'll not be uttering them... I'll just think them 010915 ... 852456 this is in response to The Truth's thing at the top. If love is the seventh sense, what was the sixth? 011107 ... squillo This one time, at jesus-camp... 011108 ... psychobabe chrity i have SO much damn respect for you. Heh i'm a christian. So what? i believe in god, and i respect those who dont. I could care less of what religion anyone is, as long as they dont hurt my beliefs in it and i dont hurt theirs. Its what you wanna believe and i respect anyone who can say all that. More power to ya 011108 ... The Truth Why, the sixth sense is Extrasensory Perception (e.s.p.) of course! 011119 ... ClairE Now what comes to mind is "Fuck you" stop calling people to you it interrupts my train of thought when i am reading through thoughts about a word although of course it is just as much a part of it as any other post. i do have words. 011126 ... ClairE I get it! blather asks, "do you have words?" at the top. I wondered where this category came from. I think I need more sleep. 011127 ... qazwsxedcrfvtgbyhnujmikolp words_words_words 011212 ... ClairE ::sadness:: This phrase has a negative connotation now. 011212 ... kerry awesome 011223 ... Wicket I don't believe in god...for me...there is no god... unfortunately...? nah... 011228 ... not_chrity i_have_turds 011228 ... elana my words dont make sence. they are weird little peices of flint that you look at and then throw away. 020117 ... Syrope words are so overrated. every time i try to have an intellectual conversation with this guy i used to go out with about the nature of reality or beauty or love or whatever, he's like "we made words for those so that we wouldn't have to discuss them" but that's what bothers me - that somebody made these words a long time ago and they don't really fit. If they fit we wouldn't need synonyms, ya know? Words are just empty shells or generalizations of thoughts, and so many people are just full of shells and no meat... 020207 ... jon_dog i may be skinny, but i've got meat. 020329 ... Syrope where's the beef? 020330 ... be here now i have words but so little time i think i prefer to be outside 020405 ... Hushed I have words please don't let me say them Keep me in my silence It helps to keep my sectrets ignore me when i'm speaking it's safer this way if you hear me, you'll know who i am and you could hurt me that way 020418 ... Photophobe Syrope - get a book on deconstruction. signs and signifiers, thats what its all about. 020418 ... unhinged did you ever stop to think for one moment in your pathetic existence that someone else exists in this world besides you? that cigarettes and bowls don't make things better? that i loved you more than i've ever loved anyone and all i get is used? you expect me to forgive you. i can't. you make me sick. i've wasted so much time trying to get you to love me. so much time that i can't think about it anymore. i can't live with you anymore. i used to be able to smile at your bullshit. i used to think it was just how you are. how you are isn't good enough anymore. i deserve better than this. i deserve better than being tortured everytime i look at you. i was so sick to look at you tonight i couldn't eat the food i ordered. i had him send it back to the kitchen. go get drunk. that makes everything go away. pretend i'm not there when it suits you. remember that everynight when you go to sleep you fucked up the best thing you never wanted. 020419 ... Dafremen Smile sunshine. Ingrates are a dime-a-dozen. You're one-in-five-thousand-twenty-three-point-five. : ) 020419 ... mahayana now ... if only... they'll have me 020419 ... Sailor Jupiter i_have_words They flow through me like the blood in my body Blue and warm I keep them on the inside But sometimes, like when the hammer hits, they spray out Pouring into my secret notebooks or dripping across a computer screen But when they do come out, I like to remain anonymus I hide them like my scars But desire them like my dreams 020419 ... jessica i once wrote something about having words because the boy i was with doesn't hear my words. why, i wonder, did i need his validation? unfortunate. i love all of you unless you are mean. 020514 ... girl_jane You have them too. We can share them. 020528 ... Soulbird lol some of u guys crack me up.. chrity for your posting go to: i have words. thought it was some big woohooo thingy just found u doing your little bible thumping thingy here.. but hey that's cool but save it for sunday service.There are many paths to god let people find there own..Silent bob licking gods anus?? LMAO.. so whats up? is that a fraud or it it your other ego? LOLanyways dont have specific words for ya's just a few comments to all u funny folk out there..some of u guys are a real hoot.. and crack me up!! == always had a sick sorta humour anyways but... 020611 ... Soulbird LOL!!!!! some of u guys crack me up.. chrity for your posting go to: i have words. thought it was some big woohooo thingy just found u doing your little bible thumping thingy here.. but hey that's cool but save it for sunday service.There are many paths to god let people find there own..Silent bob licking gods anus?? LMAO.. so whats up? is that a fraud or it it your other ego? LOLanyways dont have specific words for ya's just a few comments to all u funny folk out there..some of u guys are a real hoot.. and crack me up!! == always had a sick sorta humour anyways but... 020611 ... passion Dear Translucent, It is ok to turn off and go to sleep, I will never look at that negatively. I will always enjoy sleeping, the energy of dark slience and sometimes even dream, until the morning touches you all over. 020611 ... screwing for virginity I'd be Christian, if it wasn't for Christians "The last Christian died on the cross." Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche i agree with both statements whole hartedly 020623 ... eddiehasamindofhisown do not believe in organized religion 020815 ... Mahayana [please chain 'em] 020815 ... jane the_biggest_blather_controversy_ever 020817 ... josie "I have one thing to say to you josie, just ask yourself this question.. who's laughing at who here?" "why would i ask myself a stupid question like that? i'm not the one who thinks their life is just a fucking joke!" Slammed! 020817 ... Scott I don't want to say anything. 020917 ... filzkugel i have words, but it is now my own. Who said that?? 021012 ... megan i have so many words! i can't hold them in... sometimes people tell me i have too many 021214 ... littleidiot feels like its ALL i've got. 021214 ... SImply James I have words What do i believe? I believe in God.... how do i live, live the way you want, but when you see a Person, look past the clothes, the skin the flesh... deep down into the essence of the being and look out onto the world... much like you are now doing. This person is alive he or she is thinking of love loss and a hundred million other things, they live just as you live. So what does this mean, it means this isnt just your life, your living that persons life to... so show some decency.... before when i was young... maybe 6 i was looking out the car window at some people and at that one moment my views on life changed. I had once thought that this was my life and all of these moving and talking objects were characters and obstacles in my life, the only centient being in existance......and at that one point i looked into a mans eyes, he was smiling. What was he happy about, why was he smiling? Was he happy, was he hurt, the deepness in what he might have or mightnot have been thinking opened by mind to a new view...... treat people as thought you are treating yourself, this isnt just your life....Is God real? id like to think so, if you dont then thats really your problem, maybe one day you will see things as clearly as i do, maybe not. But im not here to force beliefs on anyone.... im here to live.... do whatever i want.... be a good person... and just enjoy existance In a nutshell Be happy Let others live And dont be a problem because when its all over, maybe just maybe you will be standing infront of a power far greater thenyourself.... and if not then be nice just in spite... its 1:30 in the morning 021218 ... Chilly D NEVER!!!! has anyone been called to change his or her rational way of thinking just because the belief is based on facts. Put THAT in your pipe and smoke it... heh. Seriously .. this will never be resolved. You believe what you want to believe. Nothing is being forced.. peoples' truths are just different, and it doesn't really help to go around throwing insults at them because of it. I went to the blather page for love ... you can't see love but I seemed to notice that it's very believable. Why? It's the feeling you recieve ... it's a hope. Why do you degrade people's hope? If it really benefits them, you don't, because you know, that's exactly what you're looking for too... and that's exactly what everyone's looking for. So don't do that. It's called respect, and maybe some people don't really give a shit about it... but hey, they probably don't give a shit about anything at that. That's fine with me. "Nick, why are you such a prick? Why can't you just marvel in the hopes that make up this reality? Your world is what you made it" 030110 ... ferret i was worried today. i sent a friend who cuts an email. than you chrity for posting that. it helped her i think. she at least was glad that i cared. i for one thank chrity alot for posting that everywhere. if she hadn't my friend might be dead now. yeah. that's all i have to say. 030124 ... spike if we have free will, then what's the point of a god except to make you feel warm and fuzzy inside? 030129 ... phil damnit spike, that's a good point. 030129 ... cube The point of free will is to test your faith. And I'd suggest not thinking about God in terms of warm and fuzzy. You'll be in for a rude awakening. Fear and respect will stand you in better stead. I have it on good authority that He likes a clever joke, however... ³ 030130 ... spike that doesn't answer my question. what does he DO? how can he have control over anything? except maybe wether we go to heavan or hell. in which case, who cares? what's the point of some one who just sits around being mighty and handing out eternal damnation? 030130 ... phil god reminds us of the way we once were. 030130 ... cube It is how you use your free will that determines whether you end up in 'heaven' or 'hell' - or somewhere in between. Think of a warm cozy fire on a bitterly cold night. We all want to be near the fire - laughing amongst friends and family. Hell is, in such a scenario, to be held distant, cold and unsheltered - knowing that if we had but made the right decisions in our brief foray, we too would have been welcomed home. As to God reminding us of the way we once were, God is what we may become. And why not? There is much available real estate out there amongst the stars... ³ 030131 ... spike dude, my question is not what is heavan and hell. i was raised a christian, i know all that. what does god do, is my question, if we have free will. 030131 ... cube I've thought about your question for a bit. First, it's really two issues, 1) what does God do and 2) free will. I think we've covered free will. As to what does does God do, I think you can answer that yourself by asking, "What does the CEO of a Fortune 500 corporation do for the organization"? If you can answer that, then we're on to the next topic... ³ 030201 ... x sleeps and collects the benefits? 030201 ... spike i think you are wrong. shouldn't god be the entire corporation? 030220 ... qazual i have words.. to explain a belief is to limit it. belief is infinite, like God. how do i know? i dont know, its what i believe. to rationalize belief is like fighting wind. faith is as vast and as perpetual as the wind. in every man God has planted a seed of faith, a seed of deific. so what does God do? God doesnt 'do' God 'is' ..but thats what I believe 030403 ... zaxary i have no god. 030406 ... User24 I have far too many words. 030406 ... Grace i_have_words By: GraceandGlory ©2003 i_have_words.. Words about belonging Words about rejection Words about words. And protection. (Word detection.) I have words - all my words I'll say, words to sell- Words to pray. -Open mouth words slipped away "Who did my words hurt today?" ---------- Words for you and words for me What makes you think those words come free? Words are all a little slice of poured out Everlasting Grace-on your face. Upon your being- To talk on what you're seeing.. ----------- I understand you don't know me But why attacks in all you see? Perhaps you do not understand how words can kill the spirit man How words can linger past ones tears And wound or heal a heart for years. Or one that cheers.. To dump our words like damned and blight Is not so worthy in His sight I know that life is hard for you But why to knock a soul so true? What courage? Conscience? motley crue.. Don’t you get it? (sighs) fine.. Don’t sweat it. ---------------------------- i_have_words Words like patience, kind. Instrumental to the blind, As hard to find. God is no Eternal threat - Except for those on Him, forget. He’s simply watching as you bet On talking words, as time goes by- And you watch your tomorrows fly. So do I. But, He’s my guy. I am saved. And He is fly. I find words are healing though. They drain the pain and Ease the woe They help me tell you how I know Of words And God And speaking low. Don’t laugh at me, you do not know about my life Or how I go. i_have_words ---------------------------------------------- Words for why the speaking eye And frightened mind word salad lies. Or just shy guys. God cries. I have words ----------------- He is real the one you torment words you feel I know it’s angry been undone and all the all unhappy one. Yes, He’s the Son. I was you but being me. So kind of like you all I'd see. But that was then and this is now You would not mock a sacred cow. Christy is a girl, I see. I spot her, she is family. Not bad to me. She’s the one for favor flight will cry to God and be a light. Despite the awe ensuing Night. And on n on. They talk. Not right. . Not right..So.. i_have_words All my words can’t say. Not today.. Anyway.. (They frighten some ) Words to sell- Words to pray. -Open mouth words slipped away "Who did my words hurt today?" Words for you and words for me What makes you think those words come free? A silenced mouth upon a tree. Your basic God-man’s Agony . So stained with blood so Holy-i-ly Made words a thing that you can be. Yes, He made you and He made me. So we can talk and talk on words. And fancy mags ‘bout clubs or birds. I remember Words –gone-by. Word sandwiches from Junior High. All spread with lie. But words are free and yet not so. Russian proverbs say it Bro. Don't-chya know? We are not punished for our words- But lately talking God’s absurd. Speaking Christ an all out thing to make you fly and quick take wing Won’t let us sing.. So sing