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Friday, 27 November 2009

  • How Do I Forgive?

    Since I'm part of Xanga now and I can't hardly think of anything else but the question that is on my heart I'm going to ask. How do I forgive? I want to and I can't seem to get over my hurt feelings. How do I forgive someone who hurt me inside and may be stalking me now? There must be something I can do to get over this. This is like a painting I've been painting and someone ruined it for me. The problem is I can't make another one like it now. I don't know what else to say. That "painting" made me very happy as I was painting it and now all I can think of is how can I make another one like it? There were no preliminary drawings to go by, no still life to look at and there was no model posing. Maybe I should just forget about Xanga and go somewhere else. I'm sure that would make my stalker happy and maybe after awhile I'll forget all about this. I HAVE FEELINGS!

Thursday, 26 November 2009

  • About Me

    Hi everybody.  Schizoaffective Disorder is schizophrenia with a mood disorder. I have it. It started when I was a freshman in highschool which is early as this problem goes. I've really, really suffered through the years. And for years I couldn't comunicate that. I'm okay now. No. I haven't been cured but I'm taking new medications which were not available years ago and I'm in therapy. My therapist is really smart. She gives me the credit for my improvement. When I'm wrong about something she doesn't hesitate to let me know it and when I'm right or when I come to a new understanding about myself she gives me the credit. The main thing that has gotten me through the hard times is my relationship with Jesus. I'm a born again Christian. My spiritual life is just as important as my mental and emotional life. I have the things I understand straight in my mind but I have problems with the delivery, I have trouble speaking my mind. Sometimes I'm afraid to. I long to comunicate with others. I have had moments, too few of them, when I was really understanding, really comunicating, giving and receiving. But my forte is visual art - drawing and painting. That's where I can say something positive. Vocational wise I'm a graphic designer, which is a combination of drafting and art. I was great at drafting in jr. high school. I love music, too, which brings me to my point. I'm one of those highly creative type people. I love playing piano. I've taken a few lessons. Though I don't read music I can really express myself. I've also written a feature film screen play, a book, a short story, song lyrics and prose poems. I've designed my own house. Sometimes I think I should focus on one thing as a career and do that one thing well. But I love both art and music. I know I'm going to do what I want to do so I'm not worrying about that as much as I used to.

     

Wednesday, 25 November 2009

  • Are You Really My Enemy?

    I think maybe we all make enemies sometime in life. My guess is no one wants that to happen. But it does sometimes. What I can't understand is why, if my "enemy" doesn't like me then why does he/she try to turn others against me as well? This has happened to me with people with whom I have had no problem with. And why does the enemy of my friend try to turn me away from that friend? I hate it when someone chooses to be my enemy. Especially when I haven't done anything to wrong them. My thought about this is they really don't want to get into this with me. I will defend myself if things get so bad I have emotional problems. In my life I act with the information I have, I don't make things up either to shock anyone or to scare them or make myself out to be something I'm not. I don't try to draw anyone into my life. The friends I have are because we have met half way. I try to be a friend to everyone and I hope I will make more friends. I talk about myself. That's how I make friends. And by listening to a possible new friend as best I can. Please don't choose to be my enemy.

Monday, 23 November 2009

  • A Short Story by designandart

     by designandart

         Abased abolitionists abandoned abhorrent abortion abreast abbeys. Absurd aerodynamic accurate accidental A Bomb arsenals ascended absolutely, activating acute adrenalin alarm. Accidents abounded. Aboveboard asymmetrical asphalt arboretum auditorium architecture arbitrarily attracted asylum atheists. Amazed authorized ambulatory armchair amateurs analyzed an amplified ambush. Assertive asexual aristocratic art assassins assessed articulate assignments. Aroused Anglican's annexed antifreeze annihilation angrily.

         Backbiter backwashed bachelor ballroom babysitters bemoaned bellboys. Bald bankrupt Bahamans bathed. Brainless bonsai basswood boughs bewildered Buddhism. Bluefish bobbed by biochemical beaches. Beware! Burma bridges burned.

         "Bye by" Bob beltched biodegradible beer. Burnished billboards berated bedwetting bystanders.

         Chris called Cathy, cautiously camouflaging captivating cablegrams, counting crows.

         "Come casually, classmate, commensurate calmly commissioner companion." Creative crosscurrent cross-examation, critiqued cretaceous critters. Capitulation capsized.

         "Dazzle, Declare, Delight, Disperse!" daybreak daydreamed. Defenses deteriorated; dainty damaged daytime Daffodils decreased. Danger! Decadent decentralized deceitful deceivers debated, deathlike. Debased defeated debtors declared decisive degeneration. Dishonest disloyality, dismembered doctors doggedly. Downhill downstream donkeys doubleparked, drank dyed droplets during doomsday.

         Eager earaching efficient eagles earnestly eradicated entangled earthworms, erstwhile earthquake eruptions estimated estrangement. Everyone's essays exacerbated Earth's ether evaporation.

         "Excitement!" exclaimed exhausted experimental experts, explaining equilibrium erosion.

         "Error!" erotic entranced entomologist Eskimo's evangelized.

         Fabricated faddish fables floundered facedown following failsafe Fahrenheit failures. Farsighted falsifiers fatefully favored fibrous fish. Feebleminded fertile female flying fairies forcast formidable fire forever. Freethinking foulmouthed freestanding fugitive friendless freeloaders fussed, furthermore, future Freemasons.

         Gearshift gearboxes gatecrashed. Ghostly gazelles gladly gave graceless goldfish gazes.

         Humanity's harmless heavenly habitat hurled. Habitforming hideous half-moon horror, horsewhipped humidity.

         Idiosyncratic idiots ignored, imperceptibly.

         Jesus justified judgement.

         Kerry's kettledrum? Kaput

         Lament.

         Mourn.

         Nature notified nonsense; nonprophit notarization neutralized.

         Okay, object.

         Rest, Rabbi.

         Safe salesgirls self-imposed self-improvement.

         Tuesday, Tabby took two tinker toys tenously toward town together typing Twitter. Tall trees towered tremendously. Teenage tailspin traffic tarried telepathically, temporarily taxing tachometers. Tizzy toddler tobacco taffy toasted totally, tragically transpired to tapeworm tetanus. Techologists teemed to target taxexempt technocrats telephoning teamster teamwork. Typeface typesetters tyrannized typical trustworthy twofisted turncoat tribal twofaced troublemakers. Tasteless tailormade tabletop tablespoon tableware tattered tablecloth. Tearstained teahouse teacup teakettles terminated teatime. Timely tic tic tic toastmaster timekeeper timepieces tinkled tenderly. Toledo tidewater toilworn tollbooths tormented tailgate tractors. Toothless tactless tonedeaf tattooed topless topheavy taxpaying tinsmith tattletale traumatized tourists tranquilized, tossed toothbrushes. Treason! Toothaches transpired tragically. Telecasted tense television telecommunicated telethons tried tastefully to testify tidings.

         Unbearable!

         Vaporized valuable varicolored varnished violins vacated vocalization.

         Woe! Woodwinds X-ed yesterday.

         Zany!

         The End

     

Friday, 20 November 2009

  • This Morning at the Food Bank

    I got up at 5:15 because I wanted to get to the food bank at 8:45. I rode my bicycle to the church a few blocks away. I felt at home at the church, it is the one I was baptised in. When I went downstairs where the food bank is it was crowded. I thought to myself to just be in a church service while I was waiting, my number was 31 and they were at 10. I asked the lady sitting next to me if they opened at 9 or at 8. It opened at 8. I waited for a long time. It seemed like everybody was talking and talking loud. The lady calling the numbers was having trouble being heard so she asked everbody to quiet down. It didn't happen. One lady asked what the vegetable was she got. Somebody laughed. Some people went out of the hall while they were waiting for their food gift to get processed so when they called their names they weren't there. When my number was called I went up to the registration desk and was asked a few questions including my address and phone number and then I had to sign the form. I was then asked by the lady taking care of me, as she went through a list of food, which ones I wanted. I explained to her I had a backpack so everything had to fit in it plus I could carry two plastic grocery bags of stuff. When she was done with me I said thank you and went to pick up some vegetables. All I wanted was radishes because I don't like the other stuff they had and the vegetables I do like were in bulk so I thought I'd leave those for a family. Then I went to pick up some bread. Then I had to wait while they got my gift ready. My name was called and my food came in two plastic grocery bags. I said thank you again. I packed up and went to my bicycle. There was a guy smoking outside eventhough there was a sign that said no smoking on the property. I rode home and put my food away then I went to my neighbor's and asked her how to bake a chicken.

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    • Name: Kevin
    • Birthday: 12/30/1957
    • Gender: Male
    • Member Since: 5/2/2009

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  • I'm a visual artist and a graphic designer. I love music. Never been married. Live alone. Pretty good looking. Very creative. A deep thinker. A Christian.

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