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Name: Christopher
Country: United States
State: Maryland
Metro: Baltimore
Birthday: 3/20/1990
Gender: Male
Interests: I love music, whether it be playing or listening. Muchly prefered playing, and with several people.
I like girls who think with their brains.
I like raspberry flavor, but I don't like raspberries.
And beer is good too.
Expertise: I'm not very good at much, but I suck at alot.
Message: message meEmail: email me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  Tallest Tale
Member Since:
9/4/2005
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| It's come to my realization
That I've never done anything interesting
And I probably never will. | | |
| Dazed and confused
To say the least.
Sometimes life hits you like a wrecking ball
And knocks you down with dazzling force.
It's like the whole world is buzzing about over my head.
I'm just here at eye-level, seeing what ever I can.
I wish you would bring the world back down below my feet.
And stand with me at eye-level.
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I've made a new friend.
While reading outside one evening, a scrawny tabby came wandering
by.It was clearly lost and very hungry.It was small, young, and either
had been brought up in a house or by a mother cat; either way it could not hunt it's own food.
I weighed the descision in my head. If I fed it,
it would never leave, but it'd probably starve for a long time until it
found somebody else to feed it or got hit by a car. It was also likely
anyone else who saw the wandering stray would think the same thing--
"Bah, somebody else will feed it."
So I took to the kitchen and brought back a saucer of milk and some
of my very fat cat's food.I set the it down and called her [we decided it's
a she, though I've yet to look] over with the whole 'Pssspss' deal,
which never seems to work, but it got her attention.
She was very, very frightened and clearly didn't trust me much, because
every little motion and sound caused her to jump and step backward.
Despite her fear, she was starving and could not resist the food I'd brought out.
She waited until I stepped away some and dashed for the meal.
Every morcel I brought out she'd devoured much quicker
than I've ever seen any animal eat before.
I decided to name her nibbles.
After after she had left the dishes cleaner than I'd brought them out, I poured some more, went inside, and forgot about it.
The next evening while taking out the trash, the same little tabby had dashed off the porch.
Me, being my charitable self, also knowing there'd be no way to rid the cat now, brought out some cooked chicken and a bowl of water.
Though the cat was not there herself when I set it down,
the food was gone an hour or so later when I checked it.
This happened for a few nights until she became comfortable enough to let me come and pet her and scratch her behind the ears.
Looks like I have a new cat. I'm thinking about trying the, "Can we keep it!" thing,
But for now I'll just keep feeding her in secret.
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| Fear and Love
What we are feeling and what we know is logical are often completely different things.
I'm stuck.
Emotion overpowers rational thought.
Knowledge is intangible,
Whereas emotion produces feeling.
Life is feeling
Feeling drives the human.
Because feelings are now.
This very moment.
It's the love you're in.
Though, logically, you know the feeling
will evaporate before even a signifigant
amount of time in your life passes.
But you can't feel the future.
You feel now.
The break up.
The pain is horrendous
Even though sooner than later,
You'll be in love again.
You know it, but the feeling knows nothing.
Nothing but when to become present.
Suffering only knows to take the place of loss.
At times, feelings will so far as betray logic.
Such are times of suicide,
When your very existence becomes this feeling.
And when feeling negative feelings,
One seeks ways to remove them.
Even though, logicaly, in much less than a year
It'd be well over with,
It's not what you feel.
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