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YOU don’t have any problems. Really.

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The Science behind falling in love

You know those warm fuzzy feelings that make us want to be with a person more than anything? These do not come from our hearts, as popularized by romantic folklore, but mostly from our brains. We fall in love for a number of reasons, and our body responds accordingly with a cocktail of hormones strong enough to get us hooked.

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https://www.msn.com/en-au/lifestyle/other/the-science-behind-falling-in-love/ss-BBTwwYx

Celebrating Ten Years on the Air!

Unbelievable we have been at this since 2008. Our objectives remain valid and even more important for the internet’s citizens to protect FREE SPEECH. (Fuck you potus)

The Anonymous® Show is an internet radio programme that discusses a variety of weighty topics, including social issues. The Anonymity angle is also a way of poking fun at political correctness.

“I strongly believe there is NO acceptable form of censorship in a TRULY free society, only OPEN debate and discussion. That is true tolerance; the tolerance of another’s ideas. Too many people don’t express their feelings because they’re afraid of what other people might think. By helping them retain the internet’s cloak of anonymity, strangers can reveal what they would really like to say”

We’re going to Kill You Now?

The death penalty is morally indefensible and has no place in the 21st century. I will be interviewing shortly and welcome viewpoints from both camps. I can hardly wait to feel the cold-hearted vengeance rip through the phone lines as the useless emotion of revenge takes it’s toll on the victim’s families… by all means, PLEASE send us as much hate mail as you can !!

STOP KILLING IN THE NAME !

HOW TO SHAVE YOUR BALLS

Soooo… I’m UP ! Jeese Louise… can the headline be any more specific?

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I want to assfuck Donald Trump!

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PROMISE KEEPER | emotion

00x450 Let me tell you what I remember. Gloria screaming like a bitch, “Daddy’s bike! Daddy’s bike!” Read the rest of this entry »

Scenes of a Small Town

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Showboat City   Antiquated town– Obsolete?  Old wooden sign posts Name our streets. The park has marble for the brave– Thank you all for the lives you gave. This is the sidewalk, A…

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Getting Off the Internet : the challenge to reconnect with yourself & significant others

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What do you do most of the time you are online? (Apart from reading this website that is 🙂 Blogging, designing, emailing, gaming, pinning, reading, socializing, surfing, watching videos, writing reviews… take your pick. Even when were not in front of the personal computer or laptop, we may have a phone on one ear, and a tablet on the other arm.
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Promise Keeper | clearwater


Gloria was with me. I remembered her name and she was right there with me. It was like old times.
We were a couple, coupled. She was on my arm, titties pressed into my arm, titillating.
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candy flipping | Promise Keeper

I could hear Gloria talking on a cellphone. Candyflipping. That’s what she was saying we were doing. She was under the impression we had taken acid and Ecstasy. I didn’t care.
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Promise Keeper | back to school

The ride to the city college was dark and windy. I left the house at six, before Crystal got home.

I had attended the college briefly, thirty years earlier, so I knew my way around. There was plenty of time to kill, and I pedaled slowly, menacingly, hoping to provoke some dipshit security guard into a little excitement. I got some looks, but that’s all.

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Promise Keeper | bananarama

It was a relief to get back home. I looked at the clock and couldn’t believe what I saw. It was two fifteen. What a jam packed couple of hours. This was life the way I saw fit. Who really had time to work? Life on this planet was an irreplaceable commodity. What was a day worth? What were the past two hours worth?
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Promise Keeper | glory


I rode up to Starbucks. The reflection in the window startled me. I had forgotten about the costume I was wearing. This could explain some of the problems I was having today.
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PROMISE KEEPER | thirst

The bike was my friend. I was wishing I had given it a bath. The world has most definitely gone mad. This is why I don’t get out much. Shit happens to me that cannot happen to most people.
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