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Roses? Why not sunflowers??
You are not allowed to view links. Register or LoginRoses? Why not sunflowers?? she wanted roses
You are not allowed to view links. Register or LoginYou are not allowed to view links. Register or LoginRoses? Why not sunflowers?? she wanted rosesShe who SEHF...."she"wanted roses...who's she?BTW...it's close to midnight, do you know where your turtle is? :suspect:
You are not allowed to view links. Register or LoginYou are not allowed to view links. Register or LoginThink if all that collective energy and resources were put towards feeding the homeless or brightening the lives of kids with cancer, in orphanages around the world, etc. Instead it's spent on flowers for a believed dead man.Wonderful idea! We should all get together and make donation on Michael's birthday. Any interest?I am!
You are not allowed to view links. Register or LoginThink if all that collective energy and resources were put towards feeding the homeless or brightening the lives of kids with cancer, in orphanages around the world, etc. Instead it's spent on flowers for a believed dead man.Wonderful idea! We should all get together and make donation on Michael's birthday. Any interest?
Think if all that collective energy and resources were put towards feeding the homeless or brightening the lives of kids with cancer, in orphanages around the world, etc. Instead it's spent on flowers for a believed dead man.
she wanted roses
Valerie: I know there's no way I can convince you this is not one of their tricks, but I don't care, I am me. My name is Valerie, I don't think I'll live much longer and I wanted to tell someone about my life. This is the only autobiography I'll ever write, and god, I'm writing it on toilet paper. I was born in Nottingham in 1985, I don't remember much of those early years, but I do remember the rain. My grandmother owned a farm in Tuttlebrook, and she use to tell me that god was in the rain. I passed my 11th lesson into girl's grammar; it was at school that I met my first girlfriend, her name was Sara. It was her wrists. They were beautiful. I thought we would love each other forever. I remember our teacher telling us that is was an adolescent phase people outgrew. Sara did, I didn't. In 2002, I fell in love with a girl named Christina. That year I came out to my parents. I couldn't have done it without Chris holding my hand. My father wouldn't look at me, he told me to go and never come back. My mother said nothing. But I had only told them the truth, was that so selfish? Our integrity sells for so little, but it is all we really have. It is the very last inch of us, but within that inch, we are free. I'd always known what I wanted to do with my life, and in 2015 I starred in my first film, "The Salt Flats". It was the most important role of my life, not because of my career, but because that was how I met Ruth. The first time we kissed, I knew I never wanted to kiss any other lips but hers again. We moved to a small flat in London together. She grew Scarlet Carsons for me in our window box, and our place always smelled of roses. Those were there best years of my life. But America's war grew worse, and worse. And eventually came to London. After that there were no roses anymore. Not for anyone. I remember how the meaning of words began to change. How unfamiliar words like "collateral" and "rendition" became frightening. While things like Norse Fire and The Articles of Allegiance became powerful, I remember how different became dangerous. I still don't understand it, why they hate us so much. They took Ruth while she was out buying food. I've never cried so hard in my life. It wasn't long till they came for me. It seems strange that my life should end in such a terrible place, but for three years, I had roses, and apologized to no one. I shall die here. Every inch of me shall perish. Every inch, but one. An Inch, it is small and it is fragile, but it is the only thing the world worth having. We must never lose it or give it away. We must never let them take it from us. I hope that whoever you are, you escape this place. I hope that the world turns and that things get better. But what I hope most of all is that you understand what I mean when I tell you that even though I do not know you, and even though I may never meet you, laugh with you, cry with you, or kiss you. I love you. With all my heart, I love you. -Valerie You are not allowed to view links. Register or Login
12 Then Jesus six days before the passover came to Bethany, where Lazarus was, which had been dead, whom he raised from the dead.2 There they made him a supper; and Martha served: but Lazarus was one of them that sat at the table with him.3 Then took Mary a pound of ointment of spikenard, very costly, and anointed the feet of Jesus, and wiped his feet with her hair: and the house was filled with the odour of the ointment.4 Then saith one of his disciples, Judas Iscariot, Simon's son, which should betray him,5 Why was not this ointment sold for three hundred pence, and given to the poor?6 This he said, not that he cared for the poor; but because he was a thief, and had the bag, and bare what was put therein.7 Then said Jesus, Let her alone: against the day of my burying hath she kept this.8 For the poor always ye have with you; but me ye have not always.
You are not allowed to view links. Register or LoginThinking of the train filled with roses at the end of V for Vendetta.Definitely.... V and M's hoax coach. :icon_lol:
Thinking of the train filled with roses at the end of V for Vendetta.
