

Diary of a rabid dog 1How does one begin such things? Here I am opening up and writing a letter to one that by rights has no need of the letter's existence to know it's contents.Diary of a rabid dog 1
I'll just jump right into it then, GOD, I don't think I can honestly believe in you anymore, not that I'm saying I don't believe in something greater than myself so much as rejecting the conflicting jumble of contradictory images that so many power hungry mad men have attempted to cram down my throat in the name of control over the years.
I suppose I decided this a long time ago, but each time I voiced it out loud I met with barriers and walls in many


AffectionAffection Oh how do the old poems go? How do I love thee? Let me count the ways... Surely I have loved your smile, bright like sun rays. And I have loved your eyes, into which I shall gaze out my living days. I have loved your bosom, to which my head often lays. I have loved your belly, to be touched in tender play. An eternity I could spend counting how I have loved you, through morning, noon and evening parts of my blissfull days. So how do I love thee? I shall never finish counting the ways.Affection
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I believe in the brotherhood of man, but I don't believe in brotherhood with anybody who doesn't want it with me. I believe in treating people right; I'm not going to waste time trying to treat somebody right who doesn't know how to return the treatment.
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I believe in the brotherhood of man, but I don't believe in brotherhood with anybody who doesn't want it with me. I believe in treating people right; I'm not going to waste time trying to treat somebody right who doesn't know how to return the treatment.
Enjoy Your Stay
~*~Illusion~*~
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I Gave You My Purity
My Purity You Stole
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