Okay.<br><br>Drama.<br><br>I .... er, um... <br><br>well......... <br><br>never mind.

As Jesus said: "thanks for sharing!"<br><br>

<i> it was clear, i knew, but I released</i><br>Wow, this is an interesting picture

I just stood there staring at him, i pitied him, he was a shell of the man I had loved and known. he was nothing more than an empty vessel, emoting this faux kind of drama, There was nothing real about him left. I turned away from him and started walking, i walked myself into a new life, and never returned to his side.<br><br> <br>new subject: Love

Love is a snowmobile, racing across the tundra. Then it flips over, pinning you to the ice...<br> <br>..at night, the ice-weasels come.

Love. Such a small word for such a large emotion. Love is like oxygen, you need it to breath. Love is like water, you need it to live. Love is like food, it nourishes your soul. But, that which nourishes you, alos destroys you.<br>Love is like being stabbed in the stomach, gut wrenching, and it makes you bleed inside. Ah, love, my favorite addiction.

............PSC members have deep thoughts?

I looked at Shannons comment, it stung like a poison dart. <br>How could she say such a horrendous thing? <br>Then i decided i dont give a f*ck, I mean, it came from a chick who is kissing a duck.<br><br><br>BTW looking good Square