At this point, we face a moral dilemma. Flashbacks of that one guy, yellow and beige suit, bald head, creepy facial structure, sitting there alone, table number three, talking about his daughter, by himself, to himself. His journal was nearing the end, all in caps. Life was good. Perfectly stable you might say, apart from the mistakes. Smoke and ale was there, so were these seven perfect strangers who faced not anoth
Now, Euthanasia, the line is pretty fine. Either you are for it or you are against it. Debating it thoroughly, the idea is often brought up that, if the decision is made to pull the feeding tubes, you are playing the role of GOD. In my opinion, this statement is the most powerful statement you could make in the whole debate. Anselm describes God as the most powerful, most knowledgable, and the most benevolent
28 hours ago, I was another one of those employees working for the minimum wage, trying to survive whilst trading paper for everyday necessities. 26 hours ago, I was anxious and excited to no extent. 25 hours ago, I was breaking the law, driving at least 10 miles over the legal speed limit. 24 hours ago, I was appreciative of this breath.
I yielded love. Diction may not allow me to summarize
I'm boycotting certain people. Not you Blake Buckner, never. Distance is a great thing. Let me set the scene up for you. Two friends. One, Smart, nevermind. The end.
"'I love love,' she said, closing her eyes. I promised her beautiful love. I gloated over her. Our stories were told; we subsided into silence and sweet anticipatory thoughts. It was as simple as that. You could have all your Peaches and Bettys and Marylous and Inezes in this world; this was my girl and my kind of girlsoul, and I told her that."
