the infinite author of the fairytale you call life.
Make A Wish.
2007-11-03 21:49:58
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answered by 1staricy2nite 4
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The all consuming power that is a black hole. There is no one who is safe and all will be consumed by my power. Stars rotate around Black Holes and cannot escape.
My soul is a consumer of all energy which attempts to dump "drama" in my lap. I was married to a lesbian for crying out loud. What's more, the devil could not tempt me because there is nothing left on this planet worth selling your soul for, not even sex.
Fame could not tempt me, neither could drugs and sex ran a close ninety third place for something I would ever consider selling my soul for.
While all of you who think you have it so bad that you have to protect your kids from imaginary dangers that you invent, your 16 year old daughter is talking my seven year old son and my five year old daughter into trying a hit of marijuana...
and then I have to get on here and look at so many of you defending pot.
WOULD YOU GIVE POT TO YOUR SEVEN YEAR OLD SON OR YOUR FIVE YEAR OLD DAUGHTER?
Well, would you?
Why the hell is it ok for you to give POT to my kids without my consent????????????????feel me?
Wake up America
Sorry I got on my soap box Andrea but the world is busy getting stoned and their kids are getting high
2007-11-04 02:05:07
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answered by Anonymous
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Hi Andy, My Soul is the inner part of me. Without your Soul you are just an empty shell.
A Friend,
poppy1
2007-11-04 14:18:09
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answered by poppy1 7
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the tortured broken pieces of glass my heart has become when constantly broken into a shattered mess that cuts the vicitms asunder that they may never forget the pain caused my one careless gesture in vain. Don't even try to speak easy to my soul. It cares not for niceties or that which would heal it. Just keep hurting, just keep hurting....
2007-11-04 01:26:32
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answer #4
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answered by ? 2
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Mine is like a sieve.
The good things stay in while the unnecessary liquid runs off.
2007-11-04 16:34:43
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answered by Anonymous
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Almost like a candle, when its lit you're is born. I guess then if the candle is blown out, someone or some thing blows your candle out. Or something like that.
2007-11-04 01:28:43
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answered by Anonymous
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My soul is like the weirdest thing you've ever laid your eyes on.
LOL, I hope my soul isn't like this! Or maybe it is!!! O_o
2007-11-04 01:25:38
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answer #7
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answered by Anonymous
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The part of you that is of God, but its up to us to elevate to that level as humans, through fasting meditaton and prayer..and charity, compassion, love for your fellow man, all the other cool stuff jesus taught.
2007-11-04 01:27:58
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answered by INFINITE CONSCIOUSNESS 5
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Hey you have my best friends name!!!
love your eyes by the way lol.
ok....my soul is like....a guitar, i change from one moment to the next.
peace!!!
2007-11-04 01:56:52
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answered by EliTe 4
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... a piece of driftwood
trying to float away from the island of judgement and pain
yet, the tide and waves keep dragging you back in...
2007-11-04 01:26:58
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answered by Piggy R 1
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