Hey Joe

2000 miles back in Oregon lives this guy named Joe.
At times I considered myself lucky to know.
Joe had the most beautiful eyes and a super, great butt.
We met, he was different, I knew it, could feel it in my gut.
For a while we dated, he was awesome, a real friend.
Idiotic, young and selfish, I brought it to an end.
Didn't want to let go, kept trying to stay in touch,
But I'd hurt him and he'd finally had enough.
Making it clear he had no interest in hearing my shit,
I kept secret the sad news I got after the split.
Seems stupid and strange that fate crossed our paths time after time.
More than 10 years have now passed and often Joe still visits my mind.
I didn't need all those years to realize he was special,
Despite dating all those guys who turned out mental.
We spoke for the first time in over a decade just last Saturday.
Joe and I are friends again; no harbored anger or dues to pay.
Its been a little hard to focus lately, I keep seeing those almond eyes...
I'm so glad you found me Joe, and is that ass of yours still wicked nice?

Killer instinct?

Psychopath Test:

Read this question, come up with an answer and then scroll down to the bottom for the result. This is not a trick question. It is as it reads.

A woman, while at the funeral of her own mother, met a man she did not know. She thought he was 'amazing' and she believed him to be her dream partner. So much, that she fell in love with him right there, but never asked for his number and could not find him. A few days later she killed her sister.
Question: What was her motive for killing her sister? Give this some thought before you answer, see answer below.



Answer: She was hoping the guy would appear at the funeral again.
If you answered this correctly, you think like a psychopath. This was a test by a famous American Psychologist. He used it to test if one has the same mentality as a killer. Many arrested serial killers took part in the test and answered the question correctly. If you didn't answer the question correctly, good for you. If you did answer correctly...

Literary vomit

Today I enjoyed the most exquisite thunderstorm yet this year! Finally, a commanding barrage of lightening and thunder!! Last year upon my arrival these storms were a daily occurrence. At times it seemed the ferocity of the concussions were delivering tangible blows to the very wounds I was nursing.
I wondered on more than one occasion if the level of indignation and simultaneous resolve I was feeling had invited such fantastical displays. If somehow this overwhelming conflict of core emotions had created some kind of cosmic junction where the very particles surrounding me had to release that exponential energy.
But this afternoon as these kinetic particles found their polar counterparts, roaring and igniting in ecstasy, I was also sated. Each clap and rumble in the celestial symphony seemed to caress my internal being. I awoke, curious if I was dreaming. When I realized the storm was real, I had to leave my hammock and move upstairs to the living room just to get a little closer. Flooded with peace, I was delighted to take inventory of my life at present and find absolute contentment. Thank God for perseverance, free will, and thunderstorms.

Yikes!

You are The Tower

Ambition, fighting, war, courage. Destruction, danger, fall, ruin.

The Tower represents war, destruction, but also spiritual renewal. Plans are disrupted. Your views and ideas will change as a result.

The Tower is a card about war, a war between the structures of lies and the lightning flash of truth. The Tower stands for "false concepts and institutions that we take for real." You have been shaken up; blinded by a shocking revelation. It sometimes takes that to see a truth that one refuses to see. Or to bring down beliefs that are so well constructed. What's most important to remember is that the tearing down of this structure, however painful, makes room for something new to be built.

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