i rock the fubar train's blog: "morbid"

she cheated on me. what the fuck. we are over... what the hell do i do now?
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THANKYOU I sometimes ponder about the mythical scene of Atlas holding up the mass of the Earth so she can embrace the stars. It makes me wonder how one man can do it all. They are my equals they are my teachers my confidonts my friends my headaches my laughter my cries they are there for me in time of need when i am sick when i just don't know when i take things too seriously my breathe of fresh air my family my life lines they have my heart my encourgement they are beside me through the good and the bad they listen they preach they help me hold up my small world. They are not my staff they are not my clients they are my equals working side by side with me to accomplish a task that no one person can do alone. just know that it takes many parts to make a whole. everyone is in a constant state of learning. persons before us and after us teach us something new everyday. I have learned there is always a question to ask, and there is always someone to help you answer it. It never hurts to ask. Embrace the thought that you help change people's lives. You are the conerstone keeping the wall up with the help of oher stones. We help shape futures. e care. Explore the fact that not everyone has the qualities to do the thing that we do. I want you to smile and laugh because you have touched someones heart. In some great or small way you have shaped someone. Enjoy the fact that people trust you. You are a great person for what you do. this letter was written in sept. of 2006. i thought it be a good idea to reintroduce it to the world. changes have been made from the orginal because i have learned more and it should not be meant for any one group. so i guess the new title should be... THANKYOU 2007 CLARENCE "TEK" WOODS BY THE WAY, THANKYOU, THERE ARE SOME THINGS WORTH FIGHTING FOR

what the fuck is going on. am i being to picky, i just want to meet my best friend, fall in love, maybe have a kid, and live happily ever after in that 2 story house with the white fence. now is that so fucking hard. where is the wish i made on the star. someone help me from my leave it to beaver fanatsy. i can't spell today. i am so sick and i need to sleep. blah blah blah

i want you to want me: the games played in the past by others leave hearts broken and trust impossible to gain. the games are still being played. now there are rules. i want to respect you for the woman you are i want to be the man proud enough to walk by your side only you can make me the man i am supposed to be i want to know your every expression i want to learn how you move i want to make you smile i want to make you laugh i want a lifetime i want forever in a day i want to look into your eyes i want to cry and have you not think less of me i just dont want to want i need to learn listen respect wait so will you want me the way i want you.

soft to the touch a feather a rose the feel of silk just barly wet the caress of the hair the touch to the back of the neck the other hand gentally touching the ear better sensations the look into the eyes they slowley close the touch of the breathe it is quite simply sorry its more complex however it is only only one word can describe it... a kiss.

morbid: as i sit in wonderment uunfortunally i just woke up from that dream in dobt and in the shadows i dream for the perfect existance however can someone explain to me what perfection actually is, in sight and sound through taste and touch sometimes i feel numb in all these situations why is fear and respect on such a fine line concour the world and every man for himself feelings get hurt to easily saturatted shoulders stuttered words a cry for help its all recieved by a deaf man with his back turned it all boils down to this its like a fat man who's sweating to death trying to reach for the remote to change the tv on sunday morning during prayer time so instead of watching and getting inspired he just closes his eyes and tries to sleep. do you get what i mean can you get my point are you willing to get my point does this disturb you at all do you have a heart to me its another day a loss of life spirit a drenched pillow covered in drool and sweat what can i say, morbid