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im a home-cooked girl if ya know what i mean.. and if ya dont then that means i like the simple life.. i like small towns and a few close friends rather than huge cities and lots of ppl i hardly know. i love God, family, friends, and pets. in no particular order. i have a serious side but i know when to be funny most of the time.. but like everyone im not perfect... and i dont try to be. hope this helps. the answer to the question "do u think that forks evolved from spoons?" is here cuz there wasnt enough room down there: yes.. i think that people were sick of trying to stab their solid food with a spoon to eat it so they developed the fork. but then where did the spoon come from? it would only be logical that they originally used sticks which made them contemplate forks, but the forks couldnt cut the food, so they made knives, but they couldnt drink liquid with those 2 items so they made the spoon, but then what if their hands were what made them think to make spoons? then you must consider, their teeth may have been the true inspiration.. maybe they were sick of cutting meat with their teeth and developed the knife fist?

Wednesday, October 12, 2005

~Road of Loneliness~

why do i walk down this road? this road of loneliness. i follow the footsteps i see. the ones on the ground of others before me. some go on forever, deeply pressed into the ground. they lead to a paradise of eternal happiness. but i just see it as a web of lies. simply candy made up for the eyes. there are so many different paths that i could take but the footsteps blend together now not showing me the way. i know not to be lead by the footsteps blown away by the wind, they lead into the darkness not lasting very long. why is there no one with me following these paths? why would these clues be left for only me? i need someome to hold my hand and guide me through this empty world. i need someone with me in the night, to tell me they care, that its alright. someone to hold me when im scared, for comfort when im lonely. but there seems to be no one here on this journey down a lonely road. sometimes i think i hear your voice, carried to me upon the wind, but everytime i turn around i feel that cold and im still alone. ill continue down this endless road until our paths do meet. i will walk down this empty road, this road of loneliness.

~*~Golf Sox~*~

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