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i was in pe playing dodgeball so i went to the side where the out ppl were. (tim was targeting me i needed out) and all the sudden a guy ive known since elementry school walks over and sits next to me. i turned and smiled at him (hey im friendly) and he smiled back. then i had the biggest urge to kiss him. thank god for my control. its like he possesed me. anyway like two weeks later he texts me and we text all night saying how he liked me and i liked him and how long. and it got really deep and i got really excited. low and behold it turns out he was high and left his phone somewhere and idk who i was talking 2 (or if he really lost it and was lying to get out of it) anyway we started hangout at school and the way he huged me– wow it was amazing. he started texting me saying he loved me but he didnt want to go out cuz it could ruin our friendship (which i now know was a line but i fell for it) then one day i stole his jacket and told him i liked the way it smelled. it was during a trip so i didnt see him at all but we texted. then i was walking with him to the busses (my mom picks me up) and i got something out of his hand and our fingers kinda lingered together but then i put my hand down (im shy) and walked away my hand tingled all day. i never told him that. we texted that night. he told me i love you **** night. the next day was normal. i got to lunch and my friend brittney came up and was like guess wat. and i said wat? she said some ***** was like u know the tall blonde kid who hangs out with garrett (garrett is the hottest guy in our school) and britney said yeaa treavor? the ***** was like yeaa im dating him. i was stunned. he said he loved me and he was dating some ***** that didnt even know his name??? i got my friend to give him back his jacket and ignored him for a week. they broke up and he was pissed that i dissed him. i apolgized. *which i never do) but things were never the same. i was and still am deeply and madly in love with him. i cant tell him cuz he hates me now. he told me he knowd dating that girl was a mistake. idk how to fix it or if i should since i moved to another state. help? wat do i do. how to i fix it? how to i tell him i still have feeling for him without him thinking im “on his balls”

“ Hey, my names Lewis Carters you might of heard of me my nickname is the king of the aces. I’m a two time world heavy weight boxer but these days I am living the true American mans dream. I’m not a man who belongs to a ethnic group who believe the world is there oyster. In fact I’m just a normal guy in retirement spending my last days with my loved ones, my family. I don’t deserve every thing I got in fact I am very fortunate. My lives been a long Rollo caster ride been locked up in the nick for something I didn’t do. Then again I’ve been very extravagant in my life time doing things that an average guy would never do. I’ve pushed my limits so far that now I’m in a black hole wondering why, how, and where? I did all these things. Now me the toughest, and most hard-headed guy in sports world is fearing for what will be the consequence after every thing I do. The situations you would get passed easily like answering the door, and answering the phone and even receiving mail through the letter box gets me cautious. All this because I did bad things but for the right reason. Whenever I think about them its like by body shivers and I literally fill like I have hypothermia. It has been now 3 years since I retired from boxing and it has been 3 years since all these deep and disturbing devilish secrets have been bond aging in my mind. Now im going to reveal the truth to all my fans and all them reporters of what happened in my eyes. Its so hard to tell you the agonising story of pain, love, and hatred the reporter I told will tell you in my exact words”.

The build up 1999
The streets of New York were quiet, nothing was alive and nothing had motion. It was boxing day half seven in the evening most job workers of the big city were sleeping in their homes tired from all the fuss Christmas day had offered them. The mothers were satisfied with the joys which had been blessed on the families in this time of the year. Also the children who thought Santa existed were chuffed with there top of the range clothes and gifts which had been given to them on Christmas morning, however the family men were still recovering from all the debts that they owed to the manipulating bills and presents they could not afford. To make things worse they were also recovering from the hangovers which had been given to them from the brothers in laws and their obsession always to drink vodka on every celebration. It was a time of year they hated and despised however were hiding it to keep the children happy and keep safe from the desperate wifes bellowing down their ears. They were now looking forward to nothing except a financial disaster for the new year on the other hand they were still praying for one thing. That the conference in the morning for the big boxing fight between the 2 black American fighters Lewis Carters and James Husky went well and the fight was to go forward.
By now it was eight o clock, paparazzi were outside the queens park palace waiting for Lewis Carters to arrive at the conference. He would often do this to build suspense in the atmosphere and get all the people from his home town, Brooklyn, to cheer him on when he got there. James Husky was already in the building., he was Lewis Carters opponent and is the heavy weight champion. He has been fighting professional for 25 years and has been undefeated since he had the belt- he has had eight fights since he had had won the title and has either knocked his opponents out within the first two rounds or they have got so hurt in the fight from his deadly combinations of punches that the coaches and trainers have thrown in the towel. It was going to be the best fight since Muhammad Ali and Joe Frasier fought it out in the famous fight known commonly as the gorilla in manila. Husky was a fairly tall man with a muscular build, he had a very quick reacting mind in the ring, he was a powerful puncher and the unordinary thing about him is that he can fight either orthodox or southpaw stance in the ring. He was given the nickname James the power man Husky after knocking Fredson juniour out in the 2nd round with a lethal uppercut which knocked one of fredsons moulders out of his mouth blood was all over the ring and it was classed to be one of the most memorable fights in history. What made it unordinary was this was when he was in the cruiser weight and the power of the punch was the equivalent of Geroge Foremans awesome hooks.. James always stay focused on the aim of the fight which is to win and that integrity and spirit has won him most of his fights. A characteristic which made him stand outside the ring was that he was very crotchety this was also the case after his fights and in public. Whenever he was victorious over one of his fights he would always end up yelling at a bewildered reporter who he would end up either pushing onto the floor. Even though he was like this, it was what made him entertaining to watch and he is known to have one of the most amazing attitudes to live. In the conference room Husky was wearing an black swage suit with a black striped **** and blue aqua coloured tie, he was sitting in there patiently waiting for the conference to progress.
While James Husky was inside sitting on lined table on the right side of the room sipping his glass of squeezed lemon, loud chaotic noises were coming from outside. Outside was a large Grey gold plated 550 Ferrari Maranello, it was being blocked by a crowd and the car was unable to move forward so it pulled to the side of the curve and stopped. The passengers door was opened and Bobby Norton approached onto the road. Bobby Norton was Lewis Carters promoter and had been his promoter for years. He was experienced at what he did and was also a promoter of other great fighters like Ben Gills Olympic silver medallist in welter weight and also Benvollio Dulcet heavy weight champion from 1997 to 1998 however he was less popular when he was defeated by “James the power man Husky” in 1998. Norton was a very popular man also known for when he used to be a entrepreneur for many successful training businesses located all over the States and Europe however he gave all his businesses to his oldest son Thomas Norton mainly due to being so busy in his promoting work. On the other hand nobody really cared about his career professions just cared about him being a good looking multi millionaire mainly because of the many privatized companies that he owns. Which could be anything leisure companies, electronics or even a broad way drug racket for a mob living in little Italy but who knows nobody really tried to get on his bad side in public and in the media, due to the several people who have crossed him in their lives have received extra attention from his body guards which isn’t a pretty site.
Ferraris back seat couldn’t be seen through because of the tinted windows. Suddenly the doors opened and Jerry Carters came out of the back seat , Jerry was Lewis’s uncle and trainer. Five years he has been training Lewis to become the ultimate boxing fighter, Lewis used to be trained by his father ,Carl Carters, however he was killed whilst locking up the gym on a week night. He was stabbed retentively in
the back while locking the gyms front doors.
Even though Lewis lost his father at such a important part in his life their dream was to make Lewis become heavyweight champion by the time he reached his Forties. Lewis knew he was undefeated for five fights in a row when his father was killed. It somehow struck him in his mind that whoever killed his father wanted him dead to stop Lewis achieving his potential. He knew it and so did his uncle Jerry and they were determined to become the world most magnificent fighter in the states. Local media stations have been announcing the fight for weeks knowing it will be great, this fight is what Lewis has been waiting for with Forty wins and zero losses. Every time he trained in the gym his father was last seen, every time he goes for jogs he thinks he would never of got were he is if his father didn’t inspire him. So the least he could do I share the dream with his father in the after world to become undisputed heavy weight champion “ Carter the king of aces” he was given this name by his mother when he was only nine years of age because he was acing every completion he went to. The fight will be Huskys hardest challenge and it will be a incredible bout between the two but disputes have been argued saying Carter will knock Husky out in the first round because of his great speed, power and confident personality. Lewis climbed out of the car with a black suit on with a red shirt without a tie. The roaring was incredible all his fans were putting there hands out but he just walked forward not showing just a few respect he believed is you shake one mans hand ,you, should shake every ones. ‘Hearing a commotion outside, Husky stood up and strode to the window. Looking down onto the sidewalk, he caught a glance of his fight opponent entering the building. ‘Bastard,’ Husky thought to himself with a nasty smile as he ambled back to the brown leather chair, ‘Going to knock him out in one go.’
Menacingly Lewis walked through the brown, oak doors and walked through the lounge which had some newspapers photographers. Willingly to take pictures they snapped away but he ignored every flash . Walking into the main conference room. Shockingly he ran up towards Husky and got ready to throw a hook while Husky was sitting off guard. With quick reactions Husky moved out of the way pushing the chair over and causing a load sensational sound of cold leather touching the limestone floor.
“ Man I’m going to kill you in the ring, I’m not going to show no mercy sucker” fire was in Carters eyes when he shouted at Husky.
“got some nerve bringing your mans in here acting all big, you aren’t nothing to me ” Husky looked into Carters eyes and gave the same tormenting smile he did when he saw Carters cars coming.
“ Think you all big man, your two minutes late” Husky was known for his manipulating remarks towards other fighters. The two monsters tried to grab one each other into a glitch and fight each other in a slugger fight but repeatedly they were separated. Constantly they kept taunting each other.
The conference was one of the most disturbing in the whole of the boxing association but it did finish and the fight date was set. Both of them would fight on March 29th, at Maidson Square Garden. Many people were now looking forward to this epic fight, the two fighters were now fighting to keep their pride and determination to carry on their winning streaks.

The big fight
Exactly three long months had no gone by and both fighters had been training hard and keeping their fitness up especially. It was 26th March, with only three days left till the fight. The morning was bright and the newspaper prints were printing in the publication factories getting ready to distribute across New York. The front page had a bold heading written saying “ Carter v Husky, will Husky win like he says”.
“ I cant believe it, look what there all saying” Lewis had a copy of The New York times clutched into both of his hands. He was at home in Brooklyn, sitting in the garden. His house was more of a warehouse, he owned a 3.5 million dollar mansion with over 50.5 acres if land in his back garden. The Carter residence was the biggest in the whole of New York.
“ look at all these people look at what they say, there saying I am going to lose. What nerve do they have saying these things, well ill show them on Saturday night. It will be a fight they will never forget. So Jerry what do you recon?”. Thomas Norton his promoter was standing timidly in front of Lewis.
“Listen kid, you can say anything to the media. Stop saying things please?. You can say it politely or even threaten them guys. They aren’t going to listen these kinds of media attention get millions of views. Meaning more money for the editors. All you gotta do is prove them wrong by winning the title and bang the money they got comes in your favour”. Lewis gave a bovine look.
“ damn is dosh all you care about well guess what I want more. I want to prove them all wrong with my fists not with my money. For all I care you can keep my money I make on the night just get the media of my back”. At this point Lewis was ready to get in the ring and prove every one who doubted him was wrong, his behaviour was pugnacious and you could tell my the derivational ****** expressions on his face.
“ ok, if that’s what you want then on the night of the fight. You gotta talk total rubbish about him at the official weight in . Im gonna knock Husky out in the first round, oh im going to bury him alive, or even look at his face cause your not gonna see one like that again when im finished. that’s the things you say then in the actual fight you stay by you words and throw the jabs, the hooks the combos and win the fight with points torture him and that’s it you got the fans on your side”. Lewis showed a discourteous manner and was looking at the picture of Husky in the paper.
“ I’m not going to talk rubbish about him in the weight in, I’m going to knock him out their and then”. The both of them started laughing with humour. They opened a bottle of fine Jamaican rum and sipped their drink whilst talking about how to deal with any promoters and any reporters. They spoke about how to speak on TV, news etc without letting out to much information about future decisions they were going to make.
Both Carters and Husky were under pressure due to the fact their reputation was on the line. Who ever game out on top would become one of the greatest legends in history of boxing and would join the great warriors such as Muhammad Ali, George Foreman, Sugar Ray Lenard and Iron Mike Tyson in his prime. They were training hard in there home towns downtown Brooklyn and Philadelphia. With only three days left the trainers of the two were theorising what their tactics would be in and out of the ring. Tension was building up to the battle and patience was a problem. The two of them would often collide with one an other in talk shows and new broadcasting shows.
Lewis walked into his mansion on the way from a conference meeting one day with his promoter and trainer Jerry. The conference was held by the boxing committee warning both fighters if any more dangerous stunts of fighting on media or in public was to happen ,Husky would be stripped off his title, and Carters would not get a title shot until 2001. Exhausted and tired from the conference holder Jimmy Scott going on and on Lewis loosened his tie and top button, it was 10 pm. He walked into his bedroom and dropped onto the bed and closed his eyes trying to close the outside world.
“Hey baby” Tina Carter, walked into the room jumping onto the bed to welcome Lewis home with a big kiss on his forehead. He opened his eyes and gave a cheerful smile and both of them exchanged looks with one an other.
“ so how was the conference honey did it go well, what did they want to talk to you about?” .
“ yes, it was fine oh just the usual do this and do that nothing important” His wife was the only person who kept him going in his job, she was his only inspiration . They were married and had been for nearly 5 years and they loved each other with all there hearts could express. She was a tall black women with long metallic black hair. Her skin looked soft and her body smelled like olive herbs with a golden twist. Lewis treated her as if she was a princess and gave her anything she wanted new clothes, jewellery, gold silver he would even by her a pony if she asked. She was always supporting Lewis in his fights and anything else he did .
“ listen, ive been married to you for 3 years now and I know when your happy and when your down. Now your down. So don’t lie to me, something happened at the meeting and I want to know now” she demanded to know what happened aggressively but she still had the beautiful smile on her face when she came into the bedroom. Lewis took a deep breath and replied
“ sorry **** I didn’t mean to lie to you, ok ill tell you what happened at the meeting. They warned us both to stop causing trouble and threatened to destroy our careers and that’s it promise” it was hard for him to tell that to his wife and thinking she would shout at him dowen his ears he closed his eyes and encrusted them with his eye lids.
“ Husky was there as well, the stupid tramp. Baby why didn’t you tell me this I would of understood.”. he opened his eyes and she still had the beautiful golden smile on her face however she lifted at her eyebrows expecting a reply.
“listen I didn’t want to tell you because I don’t want you to worry and most importantly I didn’t want that lovely smile to go away cause that’s what gets me up in the morning to train., that’s what helps me get through my fights and the last thing I would want to do is stop that”. she started to get an even bigger gorgeous smile on her face and gave him a big hug.
“ Im never going to stop caring, treasuring and especially loving you so you can tell me anything in reason and I will think of it to be an honest and true action you have done”
The both of them closed their eyes and fell into a deep warm sleep preparing for the busy day they would have tomorrow.

Rest, Shame, Love – Augustana

Breaking up with your break down
Standing tall in your white gown
You’re going nowhere, you’re going fast
Slowing down but you’re never last
Take your time, woman
Take your time

It’s the wrong dream, with the wrong man
With the cold gun in your wrong hand
Get it right this time, get it off your mind
Let the sun and rain bring you rest and shame and love.

Carve your name in a black stone
Swear to God he won’t let go
If you can love babe, then you can hurt
Take the good times with the worst
Take your time, woman
Take your time

It’s the wrong dream with the wrong man
With the cold gun in your wrong hand
Get it right this time, get it off your mind
Let the sun and the rain bring you rest and shame and love.

Oh it’s the wrong dream, with the wrong man
It’s the cold gun in your wrong hand
Did you get it right this this time?
Get it off your mind
Let the sun and the rain bring you rest and shame
and love
Im just wondering about the chorus. it sounds like his wife shot someone from a past relationship and is sort of haunted by it..idk i just want thoughts about it.
oooh good guess. Augustana is the band tho…but its not really well known.

Sammie asked:

There are three guys in each paragraph im going to explain them.

guy 1: he is so sweet but hes 18 years old. he knows what to say to me. he is really cute,funny and nice, he also knows how to make me laugh.everytime i get online he talkes to me. he calls me sweetheart,babe,babyface,and hun. i dont like babyface so much but the others are really cute so about him..
*he has brown hair
*beautiful bright blue eyes
*tall and not overweight.
*loves to dirtbike

guy 2 : he is 14 years old we have everything in common
*orangish red hair
*blue eyes
*as tall as me maybe 3 inches more.
*he is really funny
*silly awesome type of guy
*plays piano
*plays guitar
*loves to run just like me

guy 3: he is tall but has achne on his face. he is a little over weight but he claims he is in love with me.
*he has blonde hair
*blue eyes
*a little overweigh
*great personality
*funny and sweet
*wrestler

which one would you choose
they are all great but idk i need help they all wanna go out with me and there are more guys but i dont like them like that what would you do if you were in my situation? HELP?

Heard it from a friend . . who
Heard it from a friend. . who
Heard it from another you been messin around

They say you got a boy. . . friend. .. . You’re up there every week. . end. . . .
They’re talkin about you and it’s bringing me down
But I know the neighbor-hood. . . . And talk is cheap when the story is good
And The Tales Grow Taller On Down The Line
But I’m tellin you. . ****. . . . That I don’t think it’s true. . babe
And even if it is . . keep this in mind

You take it on the run ba-by . . if that’s the way you want it ba-by
Then I Don’t Want You A-Round
I Don’t Believe it. . . Not For A Mi-Nute
You’re Under The Gun. . so you take it on the run

In the name of equality or egalitarinism, practioners of “left-wing” values justify all their actions.

Ok, so what is equality?

We are all born unequal, from a competitive point of few. That is, some are born beautiful and/or smart and/or strong and/or tall, all of which confers varying degrees of advantage. Then, of course theres varying degrees of sexual endowment, no small “inequality” if you will pardon the pun.

So when people whine about “inequality”, should their complaint be filed with the government, or God?

Its by a captilist or competitive market place where people can make-up for inequalities with their own hard world. Would Billy Joel be swimming in hot ***** if not for the market reward his music product gave him?

Ironically, left-wing systems that seek to supress or dismantle the free market system in the name of “equality” achieve just the opposite, unless such systems instituted cloning, so that all would eventually look the same.
tehabwa:

You miss the point.

I am not arguing the necessity of laws that have been catageroized as “equal opportunity”. They are practical and certainly not the domain of the left. In fact, they historically belong to the republicans.

The left does broadly justify everything they do under the vague idea of “equality”. Thus, it would be useful to understand what this really is and if it can exist or does exist.

Indeed, I do think the left misplaces their general angst about cosmic unfairness upon those who advocate the most practical solutions.

This is to boys, what do you look for in a girl? Answer these…

Hair colour?

Hair style?

Eye colour?

Big or small lips?

Big or small nose?

Big or small *****?

Tanned or pale?

Tall or short?

Skinny, muscly or fat?

Big or smal feet?

Funny?

Low or high voice?

Thanks ***** ‘Xx

I am a tall handson dark hair 25 yr old white male living in L.A. I dated only white girls and latin girls, that has always been my type but now that I am single I was thinking about getting back to the dating scene. I thought that I might end up with the same race I always go after, but I saw this gorgeus super hot asian girl. She took my breath away completely, I never would have think that I can feelings like this toward an asains women, but wow she sure show me what asain beauty is all about, we been talking for 2 months now and I have never been this sprung about any women before I love how she talk how she smile she is so damn irrisitiable that I can not stop thinking about her. She is different from others girl I dated because women always throw their self at me but this hot **** deos not do this, so please tell me are asain girls really this hard to get?

i like this boy , he is 2 years older than me and is very tall , i like him alot , exept , he dosent know i egist and i want him to notice me asap!! , can anyone please help that dosent make me look like a fool PLEASE HELP ***** =).

The surprise in question, was a new student. A brunette, to be precise, with a physical stature can be said to be slightly taller than average, though still not best described as tall. Yet she was not naturally conformed to the norm in women, for she possessed a great deal of appeal – she had been neither a toothpick nor inflated; curved without offending; exhibiting confidence while devoid of exuberance or arrogance. Her lustrous hair seemed to be hand-picked by nature to compliment the radiance of her teal eyes and the clear, unmistakable skin tone of a newborn babe, neither scorched by the sun’s envious glaring nor paled by any surrender thereof. Breanna was perhaps a fitting name; for in itself it is a name of enticing beauty, albeit in a manner of modesty and elegance. Breanna by no means clamoured for undue attention, for she had an element of mystery that no sleuth could possibly uncover, and any interrogator would only go so far. It was as if she were a novel, with an old-fashioned cover of fine leather that appealed, and a story within that lacked a captivating first sentence but intrigued like few others to the end; yet, as with many other works of literature, hidden emotions and inner messages would be lost to the subconscious.
I note, the last few sentences will probably be edited into a separate paragraph later on. This is simply the description of Breanna’s physical appearance (Breanna being a character in my short story).
“exuberance or arrogance”

I’m probably going to replace that bit with “pretentiousness”
Would you mind giving me a few examples of where it could use grammatical work? You know, that’s one of the reasons I posted this question, for objective opinions on my writing.

Thanks for your answer. =)