I sit here tonight, and I am finding myself in a moral quandry. I believe to my soul that it is wrong to murder another human being. I was raised Catholic and I firmly support the commandment "Thou shalt not kill". So, I ask myself, how is it that I believe murder is wrong, but I sanction the death penalty? I can give a whole list of crimes which I believe should carry a death sentence. The two topping the list are rape and murder. I generally think that it is possible ...
HELLO!!! I'm back and with loads of stories to bore you all! To begin with, this was the best visit to Mexico I have ever had!!! Even though they are always fun. July 19th-THE LONGEST 10 hrs. ever. We got up at 7:30am which may not be early to many people, but to me...its early. We arrive at the airport at 10am only to find that there is no parking. We end up parking at a near by hotel...anyways...my family flys standby because my dad is a pilot for Continental Airlines...so we ...
My day is boring. My best friends have all gone somewhere. My husband's at work, my daughters have taken the kids swimming, and my son is at work. I'm stuck here in my house with not a lot to do except housework and I put that off as long as I can. Being "stuck" makes for a boring day. I am tied to the inside of the house because I am the caregiver for my inlaw three days a week. If I go outside to work in the yard, I might miss a bathroom call and that is not something I care to do. ...
found a new expression hiway...litblogs...i wanted to add pixs but still havent figured it out...in the sense of where i want to put them...small big large..kinda scary putting thoughts out there and remain aloof and unattached...for those of you who have stopped by i say hello...writing is an interesting form of expression...as soon as the thoughts take hard form feel altogether differently...previously writing has been on little bits of paper, tossing em wherever they land but this is just as ...
the silence broke the peace of my rest dreaming i could hardly see the visions enduring the pace of speed that exists not here my feet stumble effortlessly with every breathe chasing reality is tiring even the elusion abandon the clock hear the wind rocking the path of nowhere where is peace that eludes the life ...
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