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When · you're · livin · in · America...
...at the end of the millenium
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Since this is my public lj, and I want to make something publicly known, I'm doing it here.
People disgust me.
Love is a worthless lie to many now.
Trust is gone, as is my faith in people.
There is one person I want to read this,
God forgives all. God does not single out anyone, if they believe, and if you have to question his forgiveness, how can you call yourself a believer?
Do you not read his word?
You recieve neither pity nor sympathy from me.
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Normally, I refuse to do anything christian affiliated, but there is a purpose behind this. It's deeper than most.
Shirley Phelps Roper...Some of you may not know her name, but let me just inform you.
This woman has no respect, no humanity whatsoever. You can find her website, well, her churches website at www.godhatesfags.com.
Mrs. Roper and her church picketed outside a soldier's funeral holding signs saying things like "Thank God for Dead Soldiers" "God Hates Fags" ect.
Now, I do not know what version of the bible they are reading, but my bible says nothing of the sort.
My bible says do not judge people.
My bible also says that my God hates no one. I refuse to believe that my God hates anyone.
These little pricks can take whatever bible they are reading and their entire church and all their families that believe that way and shove them up their hind parts.
They were also holding signs about how God hates Catholics and Jews. Baptist, as is their church, is a direct link from Catholicism. Were there not a catholic church, there would be no baptists or protestants. And in the bible it states that Jews are God's chosen people. Again I state, it does not say that God hates. God and Jesus love everyone. Jesus died on the cross to show that.
God created every "fag" "queer" bisexual jew and everyone else in his image. He sent his only son to die for everyone, not just their little hole in the wall church.
I honestly think that God would not approve of their behavior.
Aside from the issue of the Bible and God, I have some personal feelings towards this lovely woman and her church. I promise you that if one of my friends or loved ones ever got killed in Iraq and they came to their funeral protesting, I would beat them within an inch of their lives. They are disgusting human beings.
On their website, it has two names and how many days that the two people have been burning in hell. That is not their call. Only God can decide where people go. I do not have to answer to their church or them, nor did those people. As the guy from Fox said, I answer to the God of Abraham and Isaac. I answer to a God that is taught in the bible.
I wish a million times over that I chat with these people. But I highly doubt that they'd like me.
May the wrath and mercy of God be upon them.
You don't have to repost this, nothing bad will happen to you. But, if you do repost this, that's your doing. It's free.
On a final note, I love our troops, and I wish them a safe return, for they are fighting for the rights that these people are abusing.
As is sad in a famous quote, "People demand freedom of speech for the freedom of thought which they avoid." I may have paraphrased that.
Thanks for your time,
Casey L. Saint |
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I got a tattoo. It's cute. I'm going to get another one in the next month. It's awesome. Well, that's all for now.
<3 Casey |
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Hi hi all. Mkay, so yeah. I will be making a friend's only journal here in about 2 minutes, and if you'd like to be added to it, leave me a comment. I will add you. Chances are, I will update it a hell of a lot more than I update this one. So yeah. There ya go. Later all. Casey
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Okay, I've been writing since I was thirteen, and now I've decided that I'm going to start a compilation of poems call "The Changes We Will Endure." I'm going to open this to all people, if any one wants to write for it, and I'll be adding a lot of poems to it myself. Poetry can be about anything you want, and has no censorship. Creativity knows no bounds. This is one of the things that I'm going to put in there. The compilation will have seperate parts...i.e, Loss, Sex, Murder, Violence, High School, Love, Hate, Fetish, ect. Just email me at Kat_girl333@yahoo.com or littlebunnyserena@yahoo.com, my aol screen name is angels fade away, or hesh wants sex33, or you can leave it via comment. Be sure to include your first and last name, and no work can be that which is copyrighted...mkay? Thanks much, and I'm looking for a massive response. I'll also post this message on myspace. Much love and such!!! <3 Casey ( Becoming the Statistic That Nothing Lasts Forever )
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Deciding that I'm a sadist was no easy task, especially since I show some characteristics of being slightly masochistic, and definetly non-dom. Yet, we (a group of highly trained experts)(a.k.a. select individual friends) are quite sure I'm a sadist. For one, I always seem to think of wonderfully discriptive yet oddly horrific ways of murdering people. These ways always ensure that the said person will suffer. Usually, if I write about killing in a story or poem, the person begs for death, at which point I, or the character formed after me, laugh maniacally. There is often more blood involved than necessary, and if the story is dealing with sadism or vamperism, blood letting and drinking is most usually involved.
No, this does not prove that I am a sadist, but I like to think that I am...therefore, I think that what I think is a very important and crucial part of my existance, and perhaps part of many others existance.
That is all.
Casey |
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*Edit* This is not about anyone in particular. Don't be so vein, you silly people. I can't keep it hidden, I miss you. I miss you more with every passing day.
And when I see you, I have the urge to run up and give you a hug.
And when I don't hug you, I want to cry. Why are things always changing. How did you forget me so fast.
I smile at your happiness, and when I see tears in your eyes, I still feel your pain.
We had that connection, it's not soon to break.
I still feel what you feel,
and I still know what you think.
I know you better than you think.
I know that certain words, images, phrases, and even moments trigger memories that you aren't ready to deal with.
What we had was real, and you are still the best friend I've ever had.
Maybe one day you'll see it to.
Goodnight Love. You're only the best I ever had. |
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You should add me to your myspaces.... www.myspace.com/kittynne |
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Happy Birthday to Mr. Alex Blassius. May this one be the best one!!!! <3 |
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A friend of my family's died today. Please keep us, and her family in your thoughts and prayers. Death is a hard thing to cope with. |
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5 Things you love about your body... 1. My Legs 2. My chest 3. My eyes 4. My hands 5. My hair 5 things you hate about your body...
1. My butt
2. My face
3. My smile
4. My feet
5. My stomach 5 things you love about your personality...
1. I'm outspoken.
2. I don't get hurt easily
3. I'm sometimes funny
4. I'm intelligent
5. I remember everything 5 Things you hate about your personality...
1. I'm normally a very evil person.
2. I'm overly cynical
3. I'm sarcastic
4. I lack common sense
5. I'm a bitch most of the time.
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Roomate needed. Moving to the Decatur area in May. Fill out brief application...couples acceptable, for sure. Name(s): Sex(es): Age(s): Income: Give a brief discription of your likes/dislikes, hobbies, habbits, and any other information you feel is applicable. This is not a joke. Only fill out if you plan to move to the Decatur vicinity. The apartment we are looking at is a two bedroom, two bath, in Decatur. Let me know something. |
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I'm only updating because no one else has today...Gah. You people suck at life...No. I kid. I kid.
Anyway, My puppy is doing well, but she's really skittish...It makes me sad that she's not a playful puppy. She'll get playful, though. It'll just take time.
I have a fever.
Anyway, so I've really enjoyed my week off from school. I mean, I got the chance to get away from it all and just lounge around doing nothing...and I didn't do that. No. I had to work and such. Oh well. I got a few days off, and that is all that matters. I think that tomorrow, I'm going to clean my room. For sure I will. I'm gonna rearrange it and everything. I'm kinda excited. WooT!
I watched "Rent" again tonight. I cried worse this time than when I saw it in Theater. Sadface.
The most wonderful things have been happening to me lately. I'm like ecstatic. I love the way things are going, and I know that everything is finally starting to patch up.
For those of you who don't know, I'm with Jon, and he's wonderful. I love him very much. The last month has shown me exactly how much I love him. He's truely a wonderful guy. Even though we've both made mistakes in our past, the future looks bright.
Jessabee remains my best friend, and I love her so much. I don't know where I'd be without her honesty and blunt opinions. Even though we've had our dissagreements, and we still don't agree on some things, she's great, and a wonderful friend.
And, in exciting other news, I got in touch with two long lost friends. One is Kimberli Clark, whom I haven't spoken with for seven or so years. The other is Bethany Rhodes, whom I haven't seen since fourth grade. I'm so happy. I'm ever grateful to myspace. Thank you, Tom. *sniffs*
Rent is really an amazing film. It's so much more than just a musical. I mean, it actually touches real life issues that people just don't want to talk about, such as homosexuality, transgenders, AIDS/HIV, drug abuse...I mean, serious issues that we have to face whether we like it or not. It's a moving musical, romantic, and really sad, and I recommend it to everyone that has a heart. Not to mention that the music and lyrics to the music are absolutely incredible. La Vie Boheme baby!!!
Let's see...Not really much to update.
I went to another Geek meet, and it was sooo much fun. We lost a bunch of rounds, but we beat the second top scoring team. That's exciting. Catlin, Ryan, Jessabee, and myself were the only ones to attend. Everyone else flaked out or overslept. It was so much fun though, and I felt all smart and stuff for answering a few questions. OMG! I just remember. I answered the question about La Vie Boheme. AH! So much excitement. Anyway, now that I'm through being stupid, I thought that I should tell you all that I've got baggage...don't ask if you haven't seen the movie...*must not think of movie anymore tonight*
There is a wilted rose on my desk that I can't remove...it has sentimental value to me.
OMG! I found gummies in my desk. *cram mouth full* Mmm...*orgasm in mouth*
Mkay, so, that's all for now.
Oh, and I am convinced that I was born in the wrong decade. I mean, I'm such an eighties kid, not nineties. Ugh. Whatever.
I'm ready to graduate. I can't wait. I mean, the more I think about it, the more excited I get. I get to move out, and be Casey. Stay out til two in the morning, or come home at seven in the evening. Share cups of coffee, or glasses of wine, and I can eat without hearing that I'm fat. Ugh.
Anyway, I haven't cut, and I'm so proud of myself. I like updating about this, not because it shocks anyone, because you all know now, but to let everyone know that I'm making progress, and that I'm healing wonderfully. I mean, I know it doesn't sound like a big deal to you, but ask anyone. I used to be really bad. I mean, I had cuts from my ankles to my wrists. Sometimes on my face. I've come a long way from the person I used to be. And yes, I do miss some of the qualities that I used to possess, but, I know now, that I am a better person. I have a conscience now, and I never thought I would. I don't get as angry easily, and I haven't physically assaulted anyone...that's a big step for me. Some of you may not know it, but I have serious anger problems. It's getting better all the time.
I had cheese dip tonight. Yum! Gah. I'm such a pig.
Oh! Did everyone notice that my LJ is now public? Nothing to hide. Bwahahahahaha. Anyway!!!! That's all for now, seriously this time.
I love you guys! |
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I gots me a puppy. She's a beagle. She is teh cute! And her name ish Ladie. I loveth her. |
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I won't talk about my Valentine's Day. Despite the happy and wonderful and happy things that happen...I'm always depressed on Valentine's Day. That, and I spent a bit of my Vday, hugging a toilet, vomiting my guts out. I usually bitch in my other blogs, but since I'm here.... I hate this feeling. It's like this empty, lost feeling that I can't shake. I'm big on analogies, so let me put it in that form. I feel like I'm in a big mansion full of glamorous and wonderful things, but I don't know what room I'm in at the moment, nor do I know where I should go. I'm just lost. It's like, I have so many wonderful things going for me, and I should by all means be ecstatic, and yet I feel...bleak...empty...undescribable really. I hate the way I've turned out. I've talked to a few people about this before, but I do. I hate the person I have become. I used to be the life of the party. I used to be loud, funny, happy. I always had something to say...and now...I'm just quiet, reserved, shy, and dull. I'm not the bitch that I used to be. It doesn't sound like a good thing saying it like that... but at one point, I would not have just sat there and taken all the insults...No. I would have done something about it. Now, I just sit there and take it, then I go home and cry. And let me tell you...Crying is something I hate to do. I would go years without shedding a tear...and here lately...I cry once, twice, three times a day, knowing I should be happy. Why am I not? Is it because of the things that have happened? No. It's my own fault. I let myself become this person. I honestly think that if I hadn't become this hideous thing, a lot of things would be different. Some may know what I'm talking about, others may not. You can say what you want on the situation, but I know realize that I am solely to blame. Everything is all my fault, and no amount of wallowing in self-pity is going to change that. I just need to grow up, get over it, and move on with my life. Yet, I know I will spend the rest of my life thinking about what might have been. And yes, I do know that I bitch and moan too much, but I don't care about what you have to say anymore. I'll sit there and take it, then go home and cry about it. I'm not the Casey you knew... ( Lyrics to stupid songs )This is exactly why I hate nights when I start wondering what if. I start in to this self-pity, emotional thing. Oh well. Life will go on. I'll be fine come morning.
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I'm truely happy for everyone. Eric, Jessie, Lacey, Joey, Myself.. I'm happy. Thanks for all the life lessons, guys. I'll always love ya all, even the people I still talk to every day. Happy Valentine's Day. God Bless you and yours. I love you all, and if you're not with someone on Vday, I invite you all to pizza hut to converse and be happy. Don't be sad. It's a good day! AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO PFC MATT K!!!!!!!! *hugs him* |
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