Sunday, October 28, 2012
Weird
I noticed that some people get mad they can't do things others do, racially, and then that they get mad when you want to do what they do, like as something new in your life.
"Problems"
You can't go wild like an animal thinking you have to do all these things no one else does.
You literally don't have shit on the n word thing.
You can't like get really mad about someone saying something smart that makes me feel smart, say it's okay, and then say it's not okay.
You can't act all goofy and submissive to someone chosing a punishment for me.
You know, this person is really gay about how the world treats them. They say they were nice, but everyone knows they're not. They'll bark back a simple answer because they're stupid about family and probably other things...
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What's with all the showing off about being from the more west part of the U.S.?
You literally don't have shit on the n word thing.
You can't like get really mad about someone saying something smart that makes me feel smart, say it's okay, and then say it's not okay.
You can't act all goofy and submissive to someone chosing a punishment for me.
You know, this person is really gay about how the world treats them. They say they were nice, but everyone knows they're not. They'll bark back a simple answer because they're stupid about family and probably other things...
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What's with all the showing off about being from the more west part of the U.S.?
Dream
I guess most people would be interested, when I was going into convulsions it was so gross and so horrific and realistic.
Also, when my arm was being felt for over like a long period of time, it was hard to describe, maybe what you'd expect. I know it was very warm and physical and distant. I was really standing up somewhere else. I guess you get the picture? It's not realy about sitting there and having someone give you pleasure, and that's the idea I'm getting you're thinking. It's about something with meaning, like a clasic book.
Also, I woke up with the feeling of lots of tiny cries of horror about their babies being ruined but with people caring, actually.
Also, when my arm was being felt for over like a long period of time, it was hard to describe, maybe what you'd expect. I know it was very warm and physical and distant. I was really standing up somewhere else. I guess you get the picture? It's not realy about sitting there and having someone give you pleasure, and that's the idea I'm getting you're thinking. It's about something with meaning, like a clasic book.
Also, I woke up with the feeling of lots of tiny cries of horror about their babies being ruined but with people caring, actually.
Dream
I was imagining the frog|cat being a girl with sculpted pearly hair, and in the end I felt better. I was trying to imagine how she was stimulated and got cut off.
Before I went to bed, I think I got mad and turned over thinking hysterically but not really that everyone else's eggs should be ruined, and I kept getting the reverberating feeling that people cared. I'm still left with that feeling.
Before I went to bed, I think I got mad and turned over thinking hysterically but not really that everyone else's eggs should be ruined, and I kept getting the reverberating feeling that people cared. I'm still left with that feeling.
Dream
I was singing a pirate song in like a theater group. I guess there was a leader like Ellen, but it wasn't like really her, just for some reason was becoming like her. I was eating lunch. For some reason, I was laying on the ground, with my left arm stretched out and my palm facing the floor. It was interesting. I guess the teacher was like a frog. I could feel as though someone was like strangely putting their hands all over my arm from the hand up to my shoulder getting me to wake up to do the singing. I didn't wake up. That's happened to me before.
So, the bad thing is when I woke up, I had the strange sensation my left egg sack, which I thought was for a boy, was splitting up like little black seeds. Someone really has a problem. You know, I don't really care about different people and their first encounter moving to a place where I have original heritage. You can't corner me in my bedroom while I'm trying to relax and soak in feelings. All this happened because of the n word thing.. I don't care about the things you make up and htat you think you're all hovering over me and supposedly smarter and worth ... whatever I just got interrupted by the text moving. Anyway, I waslying on my couch and heard a tick and felt that my right egg sack eggs were like blowing up like balloons. How gay! Just because I was teasing on my blog. You couldn't handle it, none of you, and seeped into my private relations, sending me messages. Some of you I don't want this relationship with. 8I Then, I got the idea of someone under the guise of someone else saying something like, "Just doo it to do it." Then, I felt that the eggs were little black seeds. I don't care what you feel for my dad. Whatever.
So, then, for some reason I had to propel myself further in my dream to imagine this frog, which turned into like an orange striped cat, kinda ugly and fake, picking me up with my hips secreuly loded at its side. The gross part was then like I was on the floor again and it tried to stimulate me by picking me up at my neck. It carried me away and then did something else even more perverted I don't remember. I just was't moving.
Anyway, I woke up. I felt as though I was in like a knit pink top, squirming around in horror suddenly at the vivid detail of the eggs, as though I were a kid. I was really lying still.
So, I'm worried about the eggs in my egg sack. I sorta felt the feeling like in front of it. I was thinking of killing myself, not that I'd do it.
The gross thing that happened to me I guess was that I got an image of the evil cat walking away with me, small, on a gray path and background. I stayed in my bed, despite the attack. I just kept feeling stimulated at my private.
So, the bad thing is when I woke up, I had the strange sensation my left egg sack, which I thought was for a boy, was splitting up like little black seeds. Someone really has a problem. You know, I don't really care about different people and their first encounter moving to a place where I have original heritage. You can't corner me in my bedroom while I'm trying to relax and soak in feelings. All this happened because of the n word thing.. I don't care about the things you make up and htat you think you're all hovering over me and supposedly smarter and worth ... whatever I just got interrupted by the text moving. Anyway, I waslying on my couch and heard a tick and felt that my right egg sack eggs were like blowing up like balloons. How gay! Just because I was teasing on my blog. You couldn't handle it, none of you, and seeped into my private relations, sending me messages. Some of you I don't want this relationship with. 8I Then, I got the idea of someone under the guise of someone else saying something like, "Just doo it to do it." Then, I felt that the eggs were little black seeds. I don't care what you feel for my dad. Whatever.
So, then, for some reason I had to propel myself further in my dream to imagine this frog, which turned into like an orange striped cat, kinda ugly and fake, picking me up with my hips secreuly loded at its side. The gross part was then like I was on the floor again and it tried to stimulate me by picking me up at my neck. It carried me away and then did something else even more perverted I don't remember. I just was't moving.
Anyway, I woke up. I felt as though I was in like a knit pink top, squirming around in horror suddenly at the vivid detail of the eggs, as though I were a kid. I was really lying still.
So, I'm worried about the eggs in my egg sack. I sorta felt the feeling like in front of it. I was thinking of killing myself, not that I'd do it.
The gross thing that happened to me I guess was that I got an image of the evil cat walking away with me, small, on a gray path and background. I stayed in my bed, despite the attack. I just kept feeling stimulated at my private.
Advice
(Remember to get equipment. I have dumbbells for my main workout DVD, and often a band or block is needed.)
Tweet @TheEllenShow 80 Wanna know a secret...
Do you wanna know a secret? I was gonna eat more healthily, and then I got mad and punched my wall and my mom took me to get my blackheads taken out and it ruined my brain. I never got the schedule going.
When People Raise From the Dead
Did you ever think of the repercussions of what happens after your actions?
All Negativity
Now, everything in my life is negative because of the hysterics of the older adults in my life! :0
Private Facebooks
That would be one way of sharing media. }:) Why not sell it? I guess we can't copyright it.
Music on the Net
I have one understanding that it's legal. I know some karaoke companies have taken down my work. I mean, we could load our videos like onto Flickr.
Judgemental
Ellen: taunting, sassing, judgemental.
Who'd have known? Why does she think she's right? She's a bit on the dry side. :p
Who'd have known? Why does she think she's right? She's a bit on the dry side. :p
My dad is a sicko.
He thinks that he has to do something important and life-changing like his youngest sister to prove his worth to an Asian. Don't even get started with the sister who is older than her.
Sensations
Who doesn't believe in experiencing a totally different sensation at different times, that things you thought were true weren't, like in different ways? Why do I get that feeling? What culture can it be attributed to? Mostly the New Orleans area, but it's nice and sheltered here in Orlando. New Olreans or the area is pretty sheltered, too.
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