Romance & Porn

Fiona Gannon

Romantic films are known to ruin relationships as they give unrealistic expectations to women about what to expect from men. Porn has the same effect on men.
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Maia Knight <~~this porn star just happened to find her prince charming =) lol!
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Fiona Gannon a friend posted this i just thought it was too cute we are lil porn stars at heart =)
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Doug Humble What is porn???? Lol
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Maia Knight the nectar of the gods...
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Doug Humble Lol
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Maia Knight err...i mean a shameful black eye marring the innocent canvas of society!!
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Doug Humble Well put!

i carry no arms

my own deniability
is thrown out...as a joke in front of me
the sick is in my throat
and i see now
i admitted my weakness
now its a thing used to choke me
by my own hand!~ it chokes me
this reaction is absurd.
unacceptable.
i've traveled too far from center

Same Mistake

Same Mistake 
James Blunt

Saw the world turning in my sheets and once again I cannot sleep.

Walk out the door and up the street; look at the stars beneath my feet.

Remember rights that I did wrong, so here I go.

Hello, hello. There is no place I cannot go.

My mind is muddy but my heart is heavy. Does it show?

I lose the track that loses me, so here I go.

And so I sent some men to fight, and one came back at dead of night.

Said he'd seen my enemy. Said he looked just like me,

So I set out to cut myself and here I go.

I'm not calling for a second chance,

I'm screaming at the top of my voice.

Give me reason but don't give me choice.

'Cause I'll just make the same mistake again.

And maybe someday we will meet, and maybe talk and not just speak.

Don't buy the promises 'cause, there are no promises I keep.

And my reflection troubles me, so here I go.

I'm not calling for a second chance,

I'm screaming at the top of my voice.

Give me reason but don't give me choice.

'Cause I'll just make the same mistake,

I'm not calling for a second chance,

I'm screaming at the top of my voice.

Give me reason but don't give me choice.

'Cause I'll just make the same mistake again.

Saw the world turning in my sheets and once again I cannot sleep.

Walk out the door and up the street; look at the stars.

Look at the stars fall down.

And wonder where did I go wrong.

I Won.

To be, or not to be– that is the question:

Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer

The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,

Or to take arms against a sea of troubles

And, by opposing, end them.

 

Wiser

"next time I will choose more wisely"
"no no no"
"?"
"no....next time, be chosen more wisely"

Rediscover who you were...before you became that person who accepted the insults, the loneliness, the mistrust, the doubt, the fear.....

Learn to stand on your own...love who you are and who you have grown to be...

Look to the skies and let the sun shine on your face....

Don't run to escape the rain....learn to love the tickle of the drops...

Learn to breathe again.

The hands grew tired and old from hanging so tightly to a memory of what once was or what once could have been.  Open them wide now, and Let Go!

Don't fear your sarcasm...it's endearing.

Don't sensor that loud honk of a laugh you have, it's fantastic and contagious.

Then, for all those reasons....let him choose you.  Let him choose you as you are...not for who he would like to mold you into. 

You are not a horse to be broken.

Next time....this time....be chosen more wisely.

That Girl

She has perceptions on which she wishes to build a constituency.

If Only I Had an Enemy Bigger than My Apathy

Sometimes I wish I could say I felt something more than I do, if only to silence you.  At one time, I made a choice to be numb and now it is a thing that has become me.  I refuse to carry your burden.  I refuse to be the catch you are fishing for when you cast your line.  If there is a response you seek from me, just tell me as much.  However, if you demand to illicit a certain response from me, I'm afraid you may find yourself disappointed. 
I see the tears fall down your cheeks, and I know you perceive your emotions to be sadness and fear.  I perceive them as pathetic.  I see you as confused, and lost for something you are wanting.  Why do you feel entitled? Where did that idea come from? How quickly your inability to cope becomes my inability to sympathize.  Point your finger and dry your face.  Make anger your emotion and choose to decide.  Your attack of my apathy is ironic indeed.  If I am apathetic to your strife, would I also be apathetic to your blame?