Monday, March 19, 2012
Sunday, March 18, 2012
Friday, March 16, 2012
Thursday, March 15, 2012
Do animals have souls?
I have been asking myself a series of questions, one of them is, do animals have souls? I mean they obviously experience love. So why wouldn't they have a soul
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
Monday, March 12, 2012
Sunday, March 11, 2012
Thursday, March 8, 2012
RE: To Kony 12
Rosebell provides a constructive reply to Kony 2012
I had mixed feelings about the KONY 12 video yesterday when I watched it, the beginning was irrelevant to me and I felt there was to much attention on the Director and his son, but nonetheless in a way I appreciated the effort and posted it on the blog.
Yes you might say they had a "I Will Save Africa" complex which isn't really the way to go about it, but they did something. I think its very easy to sit down and judge from your keyboard. If it really upset you, log off Facebook, log off Twitter, preferably wear a Ns tee :) , leave your house and go and make a difference in the world.
Once again I dont completely agree with the video, or the facts that came out of it. But they did something, even if their motives are questionable, they saved at least 1 persons life.
when everything is lost
When everything is lost
The glasses are broken
The words are heavy
The silence is explosive
The love is discarded
When everything is lost
We become forced strangers
Cordial enemies
Distant lovers
When everything is lost
The humor becomes insulting
The conversation is deafening
And the touch bruises
When everything is lost
The reasons are forgotten
The hope drowned
And the tomorrow
unfinshed
maybe one day i will rid myself of poetry and then the colors become black and white and the noise becomes calm soothing beethovens piece
The glasses are broken
The words are heavy
The silence is explosive
The love is discarded
When everything is lost
We become forced strangers
Cordial enemies
Distant lovers
When everything is lost
The humor becomes insulting
The conversation is deafening
And the touch bruises
When everything is lost
The reasons are forgotten
The hope drowned
And the tomorrow
unfinshed
maybe one day i will rid myself of poetry and then the colors become black and white and the noise becomes calm soothing beethovens piece
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