Well I started out with this list and I hope I remember it all:
The very centers of the 8 seasons and where they fall;
January 14 is the very center of Winters' Solstice Season; February 28 is the very center of Mid-Winters' Night Season; April 15 is the very center of Springs' Equinox Season; May 30 is the very center of Mid-Springs' Morning Season; July 15 is the very center of Summers' Solstice Season; August 30 is the very center of Mid-Summers' Day Season; October 14 is the very center of…
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Posted on July 18th, 2008 at 8:34am —
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A little over two years ago, I had instant messages with a woman so beautiful my heart was filled with desire. She got upset with me because I am so broke financially that I could not come with her to the land of Africa. She is a model and I must be a complete fool to ever think that I could love her as love must be due. She recently found my myspace and asked me to instant message again, so I conceeded to download the program to do so and did. We communicated for hours, yet her need is so great…
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Posted on July 3rd, 2008 at 1:23pm —
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I have to face it every day. The hatred christians have for those who love wicca in whatever way. I hear voices of those who's bodies are no where near; probably because I am clairaudient. I have heard hatred beyond belief all about the killing of me. I assure you that before I knew I only harmed a few, but ever since I desired a goddes to worship that I only found within wicca. I never harmed another!
I have heard of many torterous things of even to be hung on a cross with spikes made from rai…
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Posted on July 2nd, 2008 at 3:30pm —
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To whom it may concern:
My nick name is Alex, and that is what I prefer to be called for my legal name has too many letters to sign on a receit due. What I am proposing is that I equally spend as much, as those who are commuting to with me in vehicle must.
The drive is about 2 & 3/4 hours from Newburgh, NY, however, I am yearning to earn your loving trust. I have a small tent, campchair, pillow, sleep roll, and backpack; and my weight is just as small, for I only weigh about 175 lbs. and I…
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Posted on June 29th, 2008 at 12:00pm —
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Having been cursed, "God damn..." by my mother (a supposed god fearing individual), as well as others has caused more harm then good. Also being knocked unconcious when hit on the head with a hammer by a neibor when I was seventeen has had shockwaves of migrain after migrain time and time again. I would not say I was the luckiest man alive even though I survived that and many more evils inclucing being molested as a child of 6 or 7 by my neibor.
After being hit on the head I called for an ems t…
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Posted on June 25th, 2008 at 11:32am —
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John Barleycorn
There was three kings into the east,
Three kings both great and high,
And they hae sworn a solemn oath
John Barleycorn must die.
They took a plough and plough'd him down,
Put clods upon his head,
And they hae sworn a solemn oath
John Barleycorn was dead.
But the cheerful Spring came kindly on,
and show'rs began to fall;
John Barleycorn got up again,
And sore surpris'd them all.
The sultry suns of Summer came,
and he grew thick and strong;
His head weel arm'd wi' pointed spears,
That no one should him wrong.
The sober Autumn enter'd mild,
When he grew wan and pale;
His bending joints and drooping head
Show'd he began to fail.
His colour sicken'd more and more,
He faded into age;
And then his enemies began
To show their deadly rage.
They've taen a weapon, long and sharp,
and cut him by the knee;
Then tied him fast upon a cart,
Like a rogue for forgerie.
They laid him down upon his back,
And cudgell'd him full sore;
They hung him up before the storm,
And turned him o'er and o'er.
They filled up a darksome pit
With water to the brim;
They heaved in John Barleycorn,
There let him sink or swim.
They laid him out upon the floor,
To work him farther woe;
And still, as signs of life appear'd,
They toss'd him to and fro.
They wasted, o'er a scorching flame,
The marrow of his bones;
But a miller us'd him worst of all,
For he crush'd him between two stones.
And they hae taen his very heart's blood,
And drank it round and round;
And still the more and more they drank,
Their joy did more abound.
John Barleycorn was a hero bold,
Of noble enterprise;
For if you do but taste his blood,
'Twill make your courage rise.
'Twill make a man forget his woe;
'Twill heighten all his joy;
'Twill make the widow's heart to sing,
Tho' the tear were in her eye.
Then let us toast John Barleycorn,
Each man a glass in hand;
And may his great posterity
Ne'er fail in old Scotland!
Marilee (aka Snowfire)
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