Take a chance see what happens Gamble your life away Excuse me for sounding b*tchy But I don't want to go into moral decay I don't want my choices to be either A or B Why can't I choose what I want? Don't I have a right to be free? Of course you would think Freedom is key But how is that possible? When choices are taken away from me Live life a certain way Take this path down that street And up that alleyway The directions you most commonly get Just follow them with no questions asked And your all set Yeah right! of course thats what They would like you to think They never even give you a chance to Reconsider what it is your doing Or even blink As for me I'll take a different street I'm not interested in the places you tell me I have to go Nor the people you tell me I have to meet

Originally posted by Mobb_Deep: WEll.. I think they wouldn't mind the erruption of frustration than what has/is going on there now cuz it's matter of life and death there right now. It seems to me you are contradicting yourself. yeah, its a matter of life or death which was in turn caused by an erruption of supressed frustration. Oh and by the way, it was a matter of life or death when he was in power for some people as well.

Baashi and Tenacious J: I agree. It is a bit of both, they both (nature and nurture) play a key role in the development of children's personalities. Khayr: So are you saying children are not influenced by their friends and people outside of their families?

I thought I would bring this topic back to get more opinions

^^ underneath it all we're all psychos looking for power

nasaa hablood?

I liked your old name cuz it reminded me of a movied called curly sue (the little joy of pepsi girl was in it) you know ba bah bah bah bah bah bah the joy of cola ( at least 5 yrs old those commercials)

Religious locations and the homeland aside: Antarica is the best place to live. No people (except scientists) no food (except penguins) its like wildlife camping in the tundra of the south pole

ewwwwwwwwwwww donkey meat and horse meat

a week ago I turned thirteen _________________________________________ Unconscious in a dark alley With her hymen bleeding and torn When she comes to She will curse the day she was born A bruised lip and a black eye On her expressionless face appears In a little while they will be replaced by mounting fears She wakes from her state And remembers it all How she was pursued, captured And in a stinking alley hauled Everything up to when she was beat on her head is a blank She can't even remember how her attacker put her down a rank Shamed and angered by all of this Just last week she turned thirteen She was in such ....bliss She can't think clearly and starts to panic What if I'm pregnant She starts to think The pain in between her legs makes Her roll over and then blink A sob is muffled And a few tears are shed Why couldn't he have killed me? I would be better off dead She attempts to stand Her knees wobbling underneath The semen dripping from her And the blood flowing to her feet hobbeling and staggering down the street She stops for a minute and pauses.... Then off the bridge she leaps Her body enveloped in water As she slowly sinks deep

^^ that and a practise in keeping a bevy of concubines for each male not born to the wife. interesting facts insect legs in chocolate bars yummy!

^^ sorry mate wouldn't work with me I love sushi

^^ you over spend and regret it later. Never go shopping when your happy, angry, hungry or sad the results are never pretty (especially groceery shopping :eek: )

^^ thanx I got it off one of my shirts

love does not have a exact definition. Because of this people have their own meanings for it. What one person thinks of love as right another thinks its wrong. So what love is in a nutshell is an abstract concept

We crowd together In a shaky trolley Everyone ogles you But making eye contact Is a huge folly So close together you can taste the sweat dripping from their pores Talking so loudly on their cells You become well acqainted with their folklores So far away from each other Everyones in their own little world The signs and scenery is whats watched while going by The cars like couloured birds Glide past and seem to fly While we all sit, stand or crowd Thinking, pondering or just stting and Staring off into space..... (can you tell I just got off the bus then the subway...sardines is a fricken understatment)

Destitute and hopeless Dying and forgotten not quite born, but not quite dead Smiling, shrunken toothless heads Crawling on kness To get to where ever it may be Dependancy on another To care for you is of their sympathy and secret shudders

I don't think any of them are ugly. They all look like your average Somali girls except with a professional make up artist, hairstylist and world renowned photographer to make them look better.

^^^ nice to know you can scream and shout about how ugly someone is :rolleyes: granted you must be a world class hunk with no imperfections whatsoever

oh big mom looks like you beat me to it couldn't have said it better sis

Your path A street leading you wrong or right Somewhere to follow the path from day to night Will you take the paved road? or winding trail? Many circumstances will come when you can neither win nor fail Your path When you walk for a few days Then come upon a split with two roads Which one do you take? The one that looks ideal to the eye or the one thats an infested swamp with snakes and toads Your path How long will you rest? How long will you wait? Will you sit by the road then fall asleep? Are you hurrying now to catch up with your fate? Your path You travel where you need to go Life's journeys sending you to new highs And lows You stop for a rest here or there meeting other journeyers and their stories they are willing to share Your path The clocks will tick clockwise than counter clock wise You will think you are still young, But you will be old Its one of the mysteries we can never unwravel or unfold Your path A will thats chosen? or an intricate design drawn out like math? Does it have a beginning or an end? When your weary of traveling will your broken heart, dreams and tired feet mend? Drifting, walking, ambling, running, moseying, darting, and wandering down your path To Your destination The tired traveller has grown young and then old Their familiar story I have once again told Well its been nice now, but its over When your dead upon life you can't hover You are now where you were headed throughout your travelling Rest now get some sleep Your loved ones for you moan, cry and weep While you fall deeper and deeper into eternal sleep

I'm a pyromaniac (so what else is new?) An arsonist I am not A Fire on everything rather than plants and dew The burning embers turn to flames...very hot! Back and forth dance the flickering tips Waxing and waning back and forth swaying Doing pirouettes, jumps and dips The flames are fading, the house on fire once orangy-red is now graying The fire is now dead By the way thats a very nice tool shed (wink, wink. nudge,nudge)

Originally posted by Caano Geel: Pyromaniac_Pixie: quote: I would as sure as hell like to see a somali scientist but I guess Im going to have to wait for students to finnish school. Thats cold pixie, I'm a nomad scientist, and i know at least one other person that posts on the forum that is and many others outside, watch you say girl we might create a race of mini-terminators to track you down I wasn't being cold I was being realistic (there is a fine line you know). What I posted was I just wanted to see a Somali that got far on the road to success for their brains rather than their beauty or a world record. Funny isn't it with all the negative remarks about her that you chose my comment that did agree she is attractive. However, was neutral for the most part on her career (here a simple defintion of neutral: is not taking sides not encouraging or decouraging anything). And then had the audacity to tell me to watch what I say!!!!!!! I am so scared of your mini terminators seriously *I am just shivering with anticipation of when they will start biting my ankles than we can all be a happy family where we can selectively read and pick out parts of posts so we can attack faceless cyber characters when they were simply stating their opinion. fun is it not?* ^^ kinda reminds me of someone can you guess who?

oh yeah congradulations lovely me where are my manners?

I won't rant and rave like I normally do, but here is something worth thinking about: Communication is the key to a good relationship