My Three languages Of Peace. All those fetuses are not sinned. Who are you and I. To find a fault in? A hole in the bamboo stick.

Some take medication for the voices in their heads. Here is a little something I wrote that I hope to develop further in the future. Hope you enjoy it as much as I did when I wrote it. Marshal, this is Lt. Summers from the Gainesville PD. We have a standoff and the suspects are refusing to talk to anyone except you. I glanced at the digital alarm clock. Who are the suspects? Adam Thompson and Jeremiah Brown. I take it you know them, Lt. Not quite, I responded as I.

Everything you ever wanted to know about life behind bars but were afraid to ask. Tuesday, May 5, 2015. Ahh, the simple pleasures I once took for granted. Or maybe better to say not entirely abnormal. I want that person to be me. I want to be free. Until then, keep well and keep in touch.

I made this blog by mistake while trying to make a new page on my own blog. Please follow the below link to my actual, real blog. He sat there on the road. Watching the people bustling past him. The world seemed in motion. But he himself sat still! Watching and observing the faces of strangers. Of cars new and old! He sat there on the pathway.

Healing, growing, dreaming after abuse. So please come check it out, I would greatly appreciate it! Lessons From a Wandering Jew.