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Name: Seymour
Birthday: 10/22/1958
Gender: Male
Interests: drumming, fishing, movies
Expertise: twiddling my thumbs
Occupation: thumb twiddler
Industry: hands on
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AIM:  pigiron77
Member Since:
5/18/2006
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| I wish I was a millionaire. Not because I want to help feed the world and reach out and help poor people. I just want to be able travel and be a beach bum. Screw the rest of the world. I'm selfish and don't mind saying so. I would take care of my immediate family but that's about it. I would take cruises all around the world ( except the middle east because I hate sand niggers ). Probably not India either. They're a bunch of wobble heads that constantly call my house wanting to sell me something or there in a 7-11 selling slur pee's and getting on government grants. Mexico either. Why go there when they're all here in the U.S. Walk down the street and I feel like I've been to Met-i-co. I don't think I would go to Africa because there's to many.....monkeys. Kind of like New Orleans. China, Japan and Korea is full of zipper heads. So I guess I'll have to just stay in the good ol' U.S.A. Except New Orleans. Aside from that I love everybody. (lol) Well I feel better now. So that's why I want to be a millionaire. To buy cars, boats, houses, land and other cool stuff. Lets party !!!!!! | | |
| Are we just big hunks of meat walking around on this planet or is there more to our lives then living and dying. Is God real or something we came up with to makes us feel better about getting older and dying. And if we are important to this world and eternity then how do we know what we were meant to be. Surely it's not just to work. Or worry about paying bills, having cars, buying houses or trying to keep up with all our friends and family so that we don't feel like a failure. I use to have a sense of belonging to something bigger then myself. I felt like I had a purpose in my life that was bigger then me and my own life. Somewhere along the way I've lost the fire that use to burn in me. That fire was making music. Writting songs or poems about God and His love for me no matter how stupid I acted. I miss that fire. I miss the feeling that I was important to God and to His plan for the world. I always believed that the words God gave me in the form of songs and poems really meant something and that they would touch other peoples lives. Now I just feel dead. Empty and lost. Has God left and gone to another world and given up on us as a people or have I lost my way. God can you even hear me anymore? Have You given up on me? Am I lost? Are You looking for me? Are You? I'm so lonely. So tired of fighting the constant battles and always getting the short end of the stick. Where are You? When are You going to hold me in Your arms and give me break? Damn it! Enough is enough! If Your there its time to prove it. I need You. I need Your help. I need Your wisdom. Where are You ?!? | | |
| Sometimes it just feels good to feel like your wanted or desired. But for now money seems to be the only thing on every bodies mind. I'm sick of it. I wish we had never gotten into this God forsaken business. It's become another wedge between me and my wife and I hate it. I already feel unwanted and undesired but now its worst then ever just because of this job. I feel like I have to beg to get her attention. Sexually that is. It would be nice to feel like my wife was turned by me the way I am by her. It's hard enough being down here in this shit hole by myself but, it feels like she happy I'm gone because she enjoys the freedom she has. She's always on the go and having a good time and I'm left out of the fun making me feel like a outsider with my own wife. I know she doesn't do it on purpose but its hard not to feel like and outsider when there talking about all the stuff they've been doing and there little jokes they have and I don't get it because I wasn't there. Then you add on the lack of desire for me physically and it's hard to deal with. If I joke about or talk about sex she just ignores it like I didn't say anything. It's very frustrating to feel ignored. It's small things sometimes that makes me feel like I'm not as important to her as other people in her life. Like if were talking on the phone and any of her friends call she wants to hang up with me to answer their call. That burns my ass. I feel she should want to talk to me and could call them back after we're through talking. That's enough venting for now. Later!! | | |
| It's been 7 months now in the New Orleans saga of trying to make money on hauling debris from Hurricane Katrina. The crew we came down with have given up hope and left me hanging out to dry. People tell me they can use my trucks but then nothing ever comes of it. I can feel the hounds of hell breathing down my neck. I'm broke, jobless and don't have a clue how to get out of this mess. I feel pretty hopeless right now but I think that's just self pity. Maybe things will get better. Maybe I'll figure out what to do. I just don't want to let down the people I love or myself for that matter! I wish I could find a way to make money at home with my trucks. That's my goal ! So far nothing I've tried to accomplish has come through. So who knows what will happen. I'll pray for the best. God Bless Humpty Dumpty !!! That's all for now. | | |
| This is for all the boys serving in the armed forces.
I Don't Want To Die
The clouds covered the moon like frost on a window
As the shadows of loneliness covered my heart
The feelings of fear are so strong I can't swallow
I clutch my M-16 to my chest as the fighting starts
I hold my small flashlight in my teeth to be able to write
Its hard to write a goodbye letter when your nineteen
My hands are shaking so bad I can hardly hold my pen
I pray I don't get swallowed up by this war machine
I don't want to die.... I don't want to die....
God Bless !! | | |
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