What ever you do...I'll be two steps behind you...........and where ever you go........well...that is how the song goes..........I'll be there.......Def Leppard.......there is a magic running through your soul.....and I will be there to remind you.......that it only takes a minute of your precious time to turn around and I will be two steps behind...........two days left till my one year is coming to an end.....will it end then?

You simply don't understand, I can't be strong and have a "robust relationship. I'm old and by the time a man reaches this age he's already lost his will to live. Case in point just look at elderly couples in the mall, the guy always does what his mate asks of him. I don't know why women have to be so cruel. Black widow spiders mate and then give their counterpart a quick and painless death but women? oh no the have to drag it out. sometimes for 50 to 75 years. pleeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaassssse just do us in early and collect the insurance then everyone is better off.

ohhh my little friend.....you are mistaken.........not all women are that way........I am strong and robust.......I want to contrive a new view for you................it can be............you are no slave to me.........or any woman........especially now days...there are too many women that say yes...........so there is no reason to stay with one that says nooooooooooooooooooo...or one that controls............and if you ask that old man with the wife...."Why do you stay with such demanding ways?" He will say to you, "Because she is my bride, I am her Adam....We are who we are....I am not alone." So be what you will...think what you may..........I would grow old with anyone............no matter what the pain!

Long since you walked away and were out of everyones sight did you become a forgotten force. You are the hero in all the stories, you are the wizard with all the power...you are the one who holds all the card.......but....now comes the uprising of power....here is the witnesses of what you left behind. Feel what it is to be harmed in everyway possible...fear me and my wrath............you will not win forever..........we will fight till the death.........

Tearfully he said to the audience in the courtroom, "She told me to sit in the water. I just stood there and said nothing. She got really upset and started to beat me with the stick more. I just started to cry. I did not want to sit in the bleach in my purple underwear and get them wet or get them bleached. I just cried."
The mother stood crying and screaming, reaching out to her son, "Oh my God, I am so sorry, I was not a good enough mom was I?" Her son reached out to her. They were both now crying uncontrollably. The Judge made them both get quiet and the lawyer began again.
"Now son, what made you kill Mrs. Smith? What made you reach for the decorative rock on the side of the tub and hit her so hard....that you killed her?"
"She was always picking on me. I would pass her house daily on my way home from school. All she could do was make fun of me. She would say that I was dirty and that I smelled. I did not care. I don't care what anyone thinks about me or what I wear. I just kept going. This happened for years. I don't know when it all started but I knew that one day I would make it stop. Butthat day...............that day she was there again waiting for me. She had the gun................what...what could I do? She was yelling at me to go into her house. She was waving the gun at me....I...I thought I was going to die. I went in and she made me go into the bathroom, get into the tub and then she started to fill it with cold water. She grabbed the bleach bottle too...she just kept yelling that I was dirty and that my mother never cared if I was clean or not. She never cared if I smelled good or not...or if I had everything I needed...." he paused and started to cry more.
"Baby I am so sorry. I was a horrible mom to you. I am so sorry.....". The mother was screaming again...both reaching across the room in an imaginary touch.
"She just kept yelling at me and I was scared. She told me to sit into the water with my clothes. I did not want to get bleach on my clothes but I was scared so I took off my pants and let them fall into the water. The whole body she kept yelling to me...I did not want to get my underwear bleached....I just stood there crying and she was yelling...I looked around to see if I could run away...I could not....I looked more...saw that rock........it took a second...that was it........second......and there was blood everywhere......I...I..............I did not know what happened at first. I was still standing in the tub...bleach burned my legs now...my pants off and my hands wet and holding a rock...there was blood everywhere...her body was laying on the floor...more blood....I ran...In my underwear.....home..and called the police....This was an accident. I did not mean to hurt her. How many times am I to sit and feel this way? How long do I have to be picked on for what I do and the way I am? It was not fair......Everyone is different and everyone does things that are strange to someone else...why am I so different?"
"You were never so different....it was.....unique....I loved that in you............I loved that you did not care what the world thought....what the world did...........You are special and you will always be........." his mother was calm....peace was in her words...........he felt her love..........
"I know mom........" he said looking at her...........

NOT GUILTY!

What a silly question. Of course these chompers are mine. They are real, they are all there, they are white, they are....well...what else could they be? I have been asked that question more times this month, which has just started...than ever before in my life...why would anyone care if I have teeth..mine or not? Not really knowing the answer to that..I will take my teeth...and.........smile.