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~X~X~X~more beauty than I could ever bear~X~X~X~Tell me is it sad that I roll over and over in my mind the tone of your voice and the look in your eyes and the line of your cheeks and the shade of your lips, -- the scares on your hands, ---- the strength in your arms--- the beauty of your body, ---the dedication of your voice, --- ---The hope in your promise? ---Yes its sad because your voice isnt audible in my cell. Because you eyes just reflect the distance between us. Because your face holds more hurt and more beauty than I could ever bear. Because your lips only form the words good bye. Its sad because your hands symbolize all Ive left behind though Ive never known all. Because the strength in your arms holds no hypnotic power if they do not hold me. Because the beauty in your body is a fragile vapor Not meant for me to inhale ~It is sad because the dedication in your voice can never mach the resolution in my mind. ~Its sad because the hope in your promise can never reach past the clouds on a rainy day.~~jack~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "I don't regret that he died. I regret that I never told him I loved him the most. He stood by me with honor. He [represented] all that was best in me."-300 `~`~`~`~`~`~`~`

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May 10

THE DRESDEN DOLLS LYRICS

"Girl Anachronism"

1, 2
1, 2, 3, 4

You can tell
From the scars on my arms
And the cracks on my hips [one version]
And the stains on my skirt [another version]
And the dents in my car
And the blisters on my lips
That I'm not the carefullest of girls

You can tell
From the glass on the floor
And the strings that're breaking
And I keep on breaking more
And it looks like I am shaking
But it's just the temperature
And then again
If it were any colder I could disengage
If I were any older I could act my age
But I don't think that you'd believe me
It's
Not
The
Way
I'm
Meant
To
Be
It's just the way the operation made me

And you can tell
From the state of my room
That they let me out too soon
And the pills that I ate
Came a couple years too late
And I've got some issues to work through
There I go again
Pretending to be you
Make-believing
That I have a soul beneath the surface
Trying to convince you
It was accidentally on purpose

I am not so serious
This passion is a plagiarism
I might join your century
But only on a rare occasion
I was taken out
Before the labor pains set in and now
Behold the world's worst accident
I am the girl anachronism

And you can tell
By the red in my eyes
And the bruises on my thighs
And the knots in my hair
And the bathtub full of flies
That I'm not right now at all
There I go again
Pretending that I'll fall
Don't call the doctors
Cause they've seen it all before
They'll say just
Let
Her
Crash
And
Burn
She'll learn
The attention just encourages her

And you can tell
From the full-body cast
That you're sorry that you asked
Though you did everything you could
(like any decent person would)
But I might be catching so don't touch
You'll start believing you're immune to gravity and stuff
Don't get me wet
Because the bandages will all come off

And you can tell
From the smoke at the stake
That the current state is critical
Well it is the little things, for instance...
In the time it takes to break it she can make up ten excuses...
Please excuse her for the day, its just the way the medication makes her...

I don't necessarily believe there is a cure for this
So I might join your century but only as a doubtful guest
I was too precarious removed as a caesarian
Behold the worlds worst accident
I AM THE GIRL ANACHRONISM [x5]
I'm the girl... [x3]
I AM THE GIRL ANACHRONISM

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April 27

~ENEMY~

~ENEMY~
November 9 06
Cutting away
slicing in vain
pulling my flesh
I remind myself of you
Hammering a nail
Sever a vessel
Failing to cease
You once did this to me

Suffocating my mind
Medicating my body
To bad I wasnt sick
Was this your wish?
Ashes of wings
A lighter in hand
This visitation is over
You should be happy

Breathe in corruption
Wipe off my hands
Blood is still flowing
This is all your doing
Grave has been robed
Curse has been said
Blood has been sanctified
You had the best of intentions

Dont worry

Im not killing myself

Im just removing an enemy.

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April 27

EMBREO OF GREATNESS

~Lost you~
EMBREO OF GREATNESS
November2006

You were slipping through my hand
You were falling, quick to learn to land
You looked back up to me
You looked so silently

I wanted to hold you
Keep you from falling through
I wanted to help some how
But I fell too now

You were right here
Within my grasp
This cliff is so sheer
Looking down I gasp

What if I fall
What if I jump
Once so scared to fall
Now so eager to jump
Watching you slip
I just sat there
As if Id been tranquilized

Theres so much I could have done
I couldnt do anything to change your mind
My brain is in a tornado
Thinking of what I did
What I could have done, should have done, didnt do.

You were right here, how did you leave?
I didnt see, please tell me,
You were my life, you loved me.
Can it ever be, the same?

You were slipping and I slowly reached
My fingers brushed your pale cheek
My arms strained to clutch your body
But what I caught was faceless and bloody

We had the EMBREO OF GREATNESS
We were almost there
Just a little longer, we were so near
But what I caught was the abortion of our magnificent attempts
What I caught was the fragments of our shared life together
I was too late
And the bloody faceless mass mixed with the blood of my wrists
And I realized
I wasnt loosing you

I already lost you.

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March 30

applause from hell

By Father Frank Pavone
Priests for Life

If we think of hell, we might imagine screams coming out of the flames, or the sinister laughter of the devil. But the sound I recently heard coming from there was that of applause.

What I heard was an audiotape of Dr. Martin Haskell giving a presentation at the 16th Annual Meeting of the National Abortion Federation Conference in 1992 in San Diego. It was a gathering of abortionists -- men and women who make their living by killing babies. Haskell was describing to his audience how to do a partial-birth abortion. Listen to his words about how this procedure takes place:

"The surgeon then introduces large grasping forceps .. through the vaginal and cervical canal ... He moves the tip of the instrument carefully towards the fetal lower extremities -- and pulls the extremity into the vagina ... The surgeon then uses his fingers to deliver the opposite lower extremity, then the torso, the shoulders, and the upper extremities. The skull lodges in the internal os. The fetus is oriented ... spine up ... The surgeon then takes a pair of blunt curved Metzenbaum scissors in the right hand. ... the surgeon then forces the scissors into the base of the skull--spreads the scissors to enlarge the opening. The surgeon--surgeon then introduces a suction catheter into this hole and evacuates the skull contents."

Haskell, having described these brutal details, shows his audience a video of himself doing one of these procedures. And at the end of the video, after the sound of the suction machine taking the brains out of the baby's head, the audience applauds.

That, my friends, is applause from hell.

We often speak about "the fires of hell." It is also true, however, to say that hell is very cold. It is the absence of all conscience, of all pity, of all love. That kind of hell is reflected on earth when a group of human beings can sit around a video machine, watch someone deliberately kill a baby, and then applaud. That's the heart and soul of the abortion industry. That's the heart and soul of "pro-choice."

It's the same chilling attitude of which Dr. Bernard Nathanson repented. He writes about how he felt after he killed his own child by abortion. "I swear to you that I had no feelings aside from the sense of accomplishment, the pride of expertise. On inspecting the contents of the bag I felt only the satisfaction of knowing that I had done a thorough job" (The Hand of God, p.60).

I am convinced that the first and overall most effective way to fight abortion is to expose it. People need to hear descriptions of the procedure, see what it looks like, and get a glimpse into the utter corruption of the abortion industry. Saint Paul tells the Ephesians, "Have nothing to do with the fruitless deeds of darkness, but rather expose them" (Eph. 5:11). Let's put Paul's words into practice and spread the information in this column!

This column an be found online at www.priestsforlife.org/columns/columns2007/07-03-12applausefromhell.htm

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March 29

uumm..... 4 am

yea... i don't know why im up... i never used to stay up this late. no matter what was wrong.... i know some one who looses sleep over stress.... idk.... i guess thats it... yea it rubbed off on me... some times i miss ppl..... sometimes im sure i was right. sometimes i know i was wrong to begin with.... you know?

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