Why are we here?

[toolsofthetrade]

http://www.datechristiansingles.com/

 

[Dhatura]

Am I looking for a christian guy?

But I never meant to deceive you dear boys, not at all.

*innocent*

 

[Dora]

I don't think that we are "here" at all.

 

[Dhatura]

I AM here.

 

[Crack Hitler]

Which is a little miracle itself thinkin that there are people in Budapest carrying bombs around?

 

[Dhatura]

Which is a little miracle itself thinkin that there are people in Budapest carrying bombs around?

Oh, yes, have you heard that? lol I use tramline number 6, where it happened, and I took it that day too, though a little bit earlier.

Some days ago there was a huge storm where I work and some window got broken and a piece of window hit me

 

[Don Corleone]

holy shit were you all right? *genuine care in don's voice*

 

[Allan]

To validate a life of lies?
Stealing heros?

 

[sol83]

why are we here...

to die i guess, right?

 

[Dhatura]

holy shit were you all right? *genuine care in don's voice*

Oh, I was, it wasn't a big piece, and it just hit my leg, but I got shocked, hehe, like realized things can fall on you without asking.

 

[Dhatura]

why are we here...

to die i guess, right?

No, Sunshine, you don't mean it, do you? Don't be so doom.

 

[sol83]

it's not about doom and that. we will die, it's the only thing i know for sure. well, that and that liverpool won't win the premiership this season either.

 

[Dhatura]

No, Sunshine, you don't mean it, do you? Don't be so doom.

 

[nataservant]

It was all about the fucking aliens

 

[Dhatura]

Still, she loves the world for being rude and indestructible, and she knows other people must love it too, poor as well as rich, though no one speaks specifically of the reasons. Why else do we struggle to go on living, no matter how compromised, no matter how harmed? Even if we're further gone than Richard; even if we're fleshless, blazing with lesions, shitting in the sheets; still, we want desperately to live. It has to do with all this, she thinks. Wheels buzzing on concrete, the roil and shock of it; sheets of bright spray blowing from the fountain as young shirtless men toss a Frisbee and vendors (from Peru, from Guatemala) send pungent, meaty smoke up from their quilted silver carts; old men and women straining after the sun from their benches, speaking softly to each other, shaking their heads; the bleat of car horns and the strum of guitars (that ragged group over there, three boys and a girl, could they possibly playing "Eight Miles High"?); leaves shimmering on the trees; a spotted dog chasing pigeons and a passing radio playing "Always love you" as the woman in the dark dress stands under the arch singing iiiii.

 

[Helise]

:Spin: to run around in circles asking questions with no answers........like why......

 

[Light]

Still, she loves the world for being rude and indestructible, and she knows other people must love it too, poor as well as rich, though no one speaks specifically of the reasons. Why else do we struggle to go on living, no matter how compromised, no matter how harmed? Even if we're further gone than Richard; even if we're fleshless, blazing with lesions, shitting in the sheets; still, we want desperately to live. It has to do with all this, she thinks. Wheels buzzing on concrete, the roil and shock of it; sheets of bright spray blowing from the fountain as young shirtless men toss a Frisbee and vendors (from Peru, from Guatemala) send pungent, meaty smoke up from their quilted silver carts; old men and women straining after the sun from their benches, speaking softly to each other, shaking their heads; the bleat of car horns and the strum of guitars (that ragged group over there, three boys and a girl, could they possibly playing "Eight Miles High"?); leaves shimmering on the trees; a spotted dog chasing pigeons and a passing radio playing "Always love you" as the woman in the dark dress stands under the arch singing iiiii.

Eh?


Look:

 

[Dhatura]

Very beautiful, but it gets boring after a while if there's no one around I love.

 

[trona]

>>>>>>"I don't think that we are "here" at all."

I'm here..... but I really wish, I really, really wish I was over there. There is somewhere specific which matters not but to me. Of course, like this post. But I wish it wish all my heart. And 'there' is why I'm here, as in alive. I just need to be there, desperately.

 

[trona]

*puts head down and sobs*

tehehe....yeah.... but for real.

*sobs*