made ac did you make the universe? neither did i. i don't know who did it either, but i like it because it's so perfect... yeah, i wonder who did it, they deserve a very large amount of praise, for ever and ever. amen? yeah. amen. 000219 ... girl one of the few things i remember from church sermon's that i wiggled through in my childhood, one of the creeds the grown ups always read said somewhere in it "begotten not made" it didn't make sense to me then, but now that im older it still doesnt make any sense. 000327 ... Chrity go to: i_have_words 010408 ... Miner What happens if the universe wasn’t made by anyone though? Who do we praise then, the universe for one day deciding to make itself from nothing? Also if its so perfect, why are we, at least at the moment the only 100% officially (by our governments admittedly which don’t mean a lot) confirmed life bearing planet in the universe, and if there are others, surely in a perfect universe they would of popped round for a friendly chat, a beer and to watch the game before now and we would all be friends living in harmony. 010504 ... girl again hmmm... "begotten not made".... sounds like "shaken not stirred" 010622 ... Reverend Lough just because i rock, doesn't mean i'm made of stone. 021221 ... Christopher Kendalls The cure (vaccination) By Chris Kendalls What I want from this world Not always equivalent with what I will do to get it Life is people who do not believe in you or your accomplishments Waiting for the bubble to burst; los cumpleaños Therefore, you can get your candy, the pain of death Of course, if I gave you the money it would be counterproductive Instead of crying I write these days; talking instead of contemplation It is more articulate and I do not have to clean my shoes Like a land fill; up to my knees in society’s filth Slipping on the remains of the piñata looking for a better life Endless papier-mâché Trying to push a stolen grocery cart through the dump Fighting off junkies looking for a soul to inhabit My day consists of delivering bad news to good people Belligerent individuals who are only listening to themselves Used to believe I was only as good as I feel Then I realized my emotions were never a friend of mine So called ‘needs ‘that are always in search of trouble So you can end up in tranquility; day dreaming about earth Too late to turn around this time Moreover, my moods cannot swing me out any further, dopamine Trying to need people, I was missing myself If it has to be that way, at least choose your own destiny Do not know if it is the redundancy or the monotony that is killing me 030328 ... olivia last night i made love 050513 what's it to you? who go blather from