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    wonderful pages! From the page: "To Kill an American You probably missed it in the rush of news last week, but there was actually a report that someone in Pakistan had published in a newspaper an offer of a reward to anyone who killed an American, any American. So an Australian... more

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  • Rated by Clogiron on Nov 10, 6:28am

    The RedHead Appreciation Society How could I resist Betsy's new hat and red hair . The yellow eye shadow and chocolate coloured lipstick make a striking combination.

  • Rated by rkssana65 on Nov 07, 8:07am

    I have a soft cry to help myself become my self.A loud whisper screaming into my daydreams.I can only see what I am lead to believed,not the reality of what's before me.I am an untamed beast with a Thirst that cannot be quenched.My cravings and desires are for the unreachable.I find myself in darkness and in the wilds of my temperamentI choose to hate rather than love.Who am I?I have been at the center of the whirlpool,just watching my life go by.Ever so near and still so very distant.I cry in my dreams because when I'm awake I have to smile.I share selected emotions with my surroundings,living in a state of urgency,because when the door opens wide I shall have to baremy fruits in front of the crowd.To severe a punishment to bare.I am a chameleon when sharing my intimacy,because even in the mists of my Ecstasy I fear being seen.Who am I.I cannot change the life that has adopted me and chooseto share itself with me.Some day I shall have to repay it for its beauty and kindness,that it has so willingly given to me.But in the mean time I have but to curvemy enthusiasm from it's penetrable light.The suns rays have sheltered me and covered meleaving a healing heat in my limbs.But still I crave what can't be reached.Who am I?I have been reaching and tugging at lifeonly for my own indulgences and still, my thirst is unquenchable.I want to dream. I want to feel. I want to be.who am I?by RedSirens

  • Rated by andreanrc on Nov 02, 3:42am

    great picture from an interesting blog by Waschabad. Thanks Waschabad, thanks again. from Waschabad's blog - thank you.

  • Rated by analepsis on Nov 01, 6:29pm

    The face in the mirror won't stop.. The girl in the window won't drop.. A feast of friends.. Alive! she cried.. Waitin' for me.. Outside!.. Before I sink... Into the big sleep... I want to hear... I want to hear... The scream of the butterfly... Come back, baby.. Back into my arms.... I l ook forward to the daily info you send, your kind help..and really when it comes down to it ... ' I think you rock ! ' WasChabad She patiently waits for her. as she sits waiting.. she sips a glass of wine... Wondering, when will she return... Remembering the last time they talked and thinking of every word that she said to her.... 'Analepsis'

  • Rated by yobaba on Oct 24, 9:58am

    I guess i am on a Betsy-trip these days ...

  • Rated by sweetjenn on Oct 23, 5:26pm

    My second friend and subscription here at SU. One of the most generous and helpful souls I have encountered here~ Her pages have been an inspiration to me here and I have spent plenty of time wandering through them~ Breathtaking art and images. I adore reading everything she has to say, there is a wealth of wisdom in her words and I have been continuously learning and smiling through my tour of her site~Thanks for all that you are Betsy~

  • Rated by DocFunkinstein on Oct 22, 11:57am

    I don't understand this blog, but I think that is the point. You never know anyone, there is only feeling? I don't know maybe thats the question? Quest on.