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Apr 19, 2005 00:47

Her smell permeates the air. He wakes up and rolls out of bed. He proceeds to the shower. Everything is going as planned. He washes her away. He washes away her scent, her taste, her sweat. She slides down the drain where she will be kept pristine and pure forever from the way that men think about women. In the time it takes for him to wash his ( Read more... )

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I am a debater for life. greendaymonday April 19 2005, 15:32:36 UTC
I still find this depressing, Aubree. I have some requests for you.
1- Email me a description of God, what you think Him to be, questions/reservations you have about religion in general. Just spill your religious guts. This is good for the reasons.
Subpoint A- It gives me a starting point from which to discuss religion with you in the future because I'll know where you are, so to speak.
Subpoint B- It will give you time to consciously sit down and think about what you know v. what you don't know, what you like v. what you don't,
Subpiont C- It might ask ME a really good question so it would aid in my own path to enlightenment.
2- Comment on my entries, even if it's only a smiley face. I can never tell if you read them or not (and it bugs me when people read but don't comment but then they bring it up later, I'm instantly disoriented)
3- Don't ever become the girl you're describing up there.

I love you baby, have a great day! I command it!

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