well, its over due

fml

so im so fucking in need of some one who can tell me why the fuck  every one is out for themselves when they have family,friends,people they say they care about. If you do not truly care about some one then why waist the time,breath, energy and space? I just don't know.... I think it is more of the lieing to you're face about how much they mean to you, more like how , much you mean to shit on them? Be vindictive? Cruel, it is to play with the emotions of others.........................................I know every one will not always get along but when you can set a example wouldn't you? It seems like there is more questions then answers in this life.

Kentucky

A white house with beige shingles, one car garage, and a brown shed in the fenced in back yard.There are two red chairs next to each other out front about 10 feet from the front door along side of the house. The house is  surrounded by bramble.The mother had a spice garden in the back yard near the shed,  on a clear day with nothing but the sent of cinnamon in the air, the smell felt like sugar being poured down you're throat. The address was 257 south Keppler Street in the suburbs of Bellewood, Kentucky. A small town of about 300 people so, need less to say every one kinda knows every one here. It was all to quite the night "it" happend. The Cobain family lived in this white house on Keppler Street. Mother Pam, father Warner,brother Deniss and daughter Jessica. She was a beautiful 17 year old girl with sandy brown hair that reached toward her chest and curled at the end,and green eyes the sparkled even on the cloudiest days and darkest of nights.

 "Neither a borrower nor a lender be; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. This above all: to thine ownself be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.Farewell: my blessing season this in thee!"
--Lord Polonius, Hamlet Act I, Scene 3 "The bell scared me i was really into the reading!" Gasped Jessica, as she closed her book and put it in her back pack.She walks out in to the hall way getting ready to jump for joy today was Friday and Sunday her dad was going to take her the horse farm he worked on..Dennis was 28 and in listed in the army for 3 years now. Last spring Pam Cobain received some terrible news, her son had been missing in action for a month. Devistated by the news Jessica's parents had started to become more controlling over her for fear they would lose another child. "Hi mom i'am home!" Yelled Jessica as she bursed threw the front door to find her mom on the couch quietly weeping. "Mom, are you ok?"asked Jessica." Yes dear, i'am fine how was you're day at school?" her mother replied. With a smile on her face Jessica leaned in kissed her mother on the fourhead and told her every thing would be ok.As her mother wiped her face she and Jessica went to the kitchen and started to prepare dinner.


"I was at the farm today and Scott Donldson brought by his pure breed female  Mountain Pleasure for board and keep for the weekend. I've never seen a man take such pride in his horse before." Warner says over his plate of fried chicken. "That's nice honey."say's Pam, "Dad are we still on for Sunday? I would love to see her!?" Jessica excitedly replies "Of course we are." Warner tells Jessica. After light talk Jessica clears the table and does her evening chores she enters the family room and sits on the floor next to were her mother was enjoying a romance novel by Mary Jo Putney. Jessica woke up late on Saturday she new it was going to be a lazy Saturday.Her mom was in the back yard tending to her spice garden and her father was reading the news paper at the table. Jessica went to the kitchen and sat down at the table with her father,while eating a bowl of cereal he was telling her a little bit about the Mountain Pleasure breed."The Mountain Pleasure breed is a gated breed of horse 

penny

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it's in front of your face

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Chevelle

So it's officially confirmed, I love Chevelle with all my heart. When Ilistin to music, I get a warm feeling overweliming in my lower abdomen and she was crawling all threw my body. Who would'nt wan't that feeling?

Hey you with the face you fucking suck.

I fucking hate?

2011

All this protesting, we need jobs? We need to live with the earth not just on it. There are about 5,700 meat slaughter manufacturing company's in the united states. (according to the web). In the past there were over 13,000 Slaughter house's.   There is more food "poison", they wash meat in bleach, after what ever state the meat is breed,born,grown,slaughterd,at, they pack it up drive it,ship it, fly it, to the store, you drive to the store to get it. Ok,every one is in a hurry, slow down! Put your food back in you're own hands, You know we're its coming from. Take the big corporation factory's and take care of the animals and the land! (the run off waist of chicken poo,in a substantial amount cause ammonia then pollutes the water. There's a job, take care of the food you eat. I'm on a ramble rite now ruff draft. So peak oil............

few

So i've been having to get my self regrouped now that i have time to write!!!!!!!!!!! JESSICA 

die

स्पेचिअल अर्न्त वे ऑल? थाट्स लूक्स रेअल्ली कूल इ विष इ क्नेव व्हत लंगुअगे इ वास त्य्पिंग इन...ब्वाहः

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И вант тп до тхингс ин лифи! и вант то сее пеопле,травель,ЛАУГХ. Соме тимс ые юст нед то эскапе, мост оф тхе тиме и вант то фуцкинг скрим.

RUSSIA with love

И фонд от ые кулд врите ин а фореигн лангуаге со, и тхоугхт и вельд врите анд иф аны они фром Россия комес акрос тхис тхей кулд маыбы врите бачк! И ливе ин тхе унитедстатэс, кауцасион, мы фамилий десцендед фром Поланд 2 децадес аго. и хаве блонд хаир блуе еес 5;6 анд 125пд 

И ливе ин Флорида "Тхе сун шине статье" ит гец хот соме тимс анд эвери они гец хатефуль и лики лове анд тхе беатлес ые кан;т хаве лове витх от чах тхоугх. И хаве стартед то рамбле иф аны оф  тхис ис спеллед вилдлы инцоррект и нед то агуст тхе сеттингс он мы блог!!!!!!!!!!!1

you don't spend enough time with your child.
 you have a lackadaisical out look on the situation at times, viewing from the out side looking in.
 you call for help, get it then bush it off, set it t the side, until you really need it. When  you neeed it next time it will not be here.
 I think the atrocious part about it is that's not your real attitude or, did you mold your self into this roll?
A charictar of some sort
 
 NOT FINISHED

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she see you from across the room, the overwrought look on her face said it all. Yet she stays knowing, knowing all the time she shouldn't be here. At home her husband was waiting. She embraced the touch as if to be touched for the first time,uneasy,excited,bewildered, and she touched her face with the softest yet with force touch. 
     And she liked it.
She wasn't supposed to be there that's what made it so exhilarating. She touched her back. They were both waiting for this moment to happen again. It felt right, us against the world, we were one when together.


i miss her so much

wtf bro

you sit there with your smug fucking look on your face,
like your some one special?
you think you know it all,, ALWAYS have to have the last word,
for some one who knows SO much you do so little.
                   your mean
you make me not want to be around you.

 just when i think i can love you again,just when i feel comfortable showing you affection you turn ugly on me.
 i feel you only recognize my body....its always a slap to my ass rather a caress to my face.
 I'm smoothed,neglect,unnoticed for my efforts.
 
 you make me unhappy with my self.

this is my tumblr

http://www.tumblr.com/tumblelog/ksweets90

well

do you ever feel that some ones talking to you in your head but its not you conscience?
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sooooooooo

i said i wanted to write more so iam. writing to myself hoping some one might see it? these fucking people suck  they want to help you out cause they care then shit on you cauuse they care. why can't we all just get the fuck along?!?!?!?!?

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i like to write alot, but i don't do it enough.