12.10.10 @ 20:46
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8.7.10 @ 18:19
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So much emphasis is put on physical appearance, advertising, television and movies drill into us that what is on the outside is who we are. Everyone is so much more than that, expansive, and boundless. I would say your more worried about what people think of your body, not what you think. What if you were the only person on Earth? Would you worry about how you dressed, or looked? I bet not at all. We dig our own graves when we identify with who we are by what other people think of us. You are not another persons view of you. Whoever does not accept you for what you look like, and treat you accordingly, fuck them, and the insecure horse they rode in on.

13.6.10 @ 17:26
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“Because food is a RIGHT not a privilege! Because there is enough food for everyone to eat! Because scarcity is a LIE! Because a woman should not have to use her body to get a meal, or to have a place to sleep! Because when we are hungry or homeless, we have the right to get what we need by panning, busking, or squatting. Because poverty is a form of VIOLENCE, not necessary or natural. Because capitalism makes food a form of profit, not a source of nutrition. Because food grows on trees. Because we need COMMUNITY not control. Because we need Homes, not Jails. Because we need food, not bombs.” (source)

9.6.10 @ 23:02
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It is right in front of your face. Major disappointment in the human race as they live with closed eyes, and settle for living a life that is determined after rolling the dice. These huge business officials that rule the world are not your friends, so please quit playing dead.

@ 19:19
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I cannot claim to be innocent from this crime though I do try to be aware of the problem. You see I used to struggle with this on a regular basis before someone wise told me that our attitude determines our altitude. We can only go as far as our own minds will allow us. Okay this sounds a bit like a lecture but my intention is not to brow beat anyone just to enlighten. It is easy to let our circumstances beat us down. Oh boy is it ever. Last year I had some rough moments. The key is not staying in that dark room pouting and bemoaning life. Throw open the curtains and let the light in. Shadows have a way of playing havic with our imaginations. We see things around us that appear scary and threatening but with a little bit of light the monsters go away. You are NEVER alone. Ever. It is the greatest lie we can tell ourselves; that no one cares-no one is interested. It’s a lie that lures too many to an early grave. I believe in a creator that has an invested purpose in our lives. Spouting disbelief is a right we all have but it can be compared to a simple anology. A little ceramic cup crafted into existence by capable and experienced hands jumps from the masters table. It believes only in itself. Rather than be used in the manner it was created for the little cup never knows its purpose and thinks it was created accidently. It tries to be a plate and a spoon-a fork and a book. Sadly the cup never feels satisfied and wonders what the point is. All the while the creator is coaxing his prized creation back to the table only to be ignored. You can’t see what you refuse to believe in. Good Advice: before leaving the house sniff your pits. If the odor is ripe put on deodorant. More good advice: if your struggling and falling deeper into that familiar pit check your attitude. If it stinks spray on the uplifting fragance of change.

30.5.10 @ 23:29
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I have this plant. It just sits in my room and doesn’t ever do anything. I suppose it grows. Bit by bit, one green leaf at a time. Besides stealing my oxygen it really just takes up space. It doesn’t make me happy. I tend to avoid looking at it out of guilt. I’m neglectful of it and it haunts me. There are nights I wake up in a panic feeling the spindly (but surprisingly strong) vines wrapped around my neck. I wouldn’t say I’m intentionally trying to kill it I’m just not putting any effort forward to see it live. Not like it matters. This plant would be able to weather a house fire and come out of it singed but holding on. I only water it when the guilt becomes too much. Once I ‘accidently’ over watered then left the room quickly. Nope it just won’t die. In fact the smallest amount of water perks the darn thing right up and spurs it on to life again.

Today I noticed some of the leaves were yellowing and others had withered and died. Ihad a moment of charity so I plucked and pruned until it looked healthy again. Then it hit me. Like a full body collision with Oprah at her heaviest. This annoying, spunky, stubborn piece of greenery was just like me. Stay with me. I know how lame it sounds. But listen; sometimes I feel like a waste of space. Like it doesn’t matter what I do or saybecause ultimately it won’t matter. No one really cares? I don’t look after myself. Not like I’m supposed to anyway. I eat too much or I don’t eat at all. I listen to lies about myself: I’m ugly, fat, dumb, invisible…

When I take the time to do something good for myself I feel better; I perk right up. When I pull off the dead stuff I not only look better but I feel different and have room to grow agian. The boyfriend that doesn’t seem to even like me or the friends that drag me down are like the dead leaves. Once they’re gone the whole picture is different. We all have an inner voice that lies and bullies us. Would we really put up with a friend who tells us we’re fat and useless? The obvious answer is no we shouldn’t.

I don’t know about you but today I’m going to do a little bit of gardening. I could use some extra watering and attention. If I’m still feeling inspired I may even do some weeding. There are somethings in my life that can certainly go. I may even paint my toe nails. Hot pink. With one red pinky. Just because.