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One of my Guys had this on in the break room. An elder was teaching one of the boys about the birds and bees using crawfish the analogy he used about a woman with her hands in the dough when you ask her if she likes them VS the one that's all and was spot on. Dump the silly bitch and marry the one with her hands in the dough, she's making the crust for the crawfish pie because she BELIEVES in your ability to catch them and bring them home. She believes in her man. That's just some good stuff..



I've had so many amazing experiences and hoped to share, but today in fact right now as I lay on the bed understanding fully the Matrix in a way I just cannot say I ever have, in this moment I feel overwhelming longing that just keeps magnifying. I miss him. I long for him terribly. I miss 3am calls while i'm asleep and he is fearless. His voice, his embrace.It feels like the moment someone picks up the phone to call you only you look at the phone unknowing, before it rings. I've grown so much and all I can see is how trivial everything is when all I want is Us. I just want us to Be....

~TWIN FLAME FREEDOM~

Two souls unite...
Beyond all limitations.....
and mundane concepts..
They know the depth of the union...
The souls rejoice in the trance intermingling......
In that knowing... there are no expectations..
Pure unconditional acceptance...
Pure freedom and flow....
What liberation in that essence of allowance..
Oh how sweet to be perfectly in the perfection..
What else matters in this union...But the union itself......
Freedom is the elixir..
Freedom is the truth of the expression
of this most divine interaction......
Trust in the Soul
The Soul knows ....it all...
aaaaaaah
such
Sweet
FREEDOM................
I Love You......By LIORA copyright 2010 www.twinflame1111.com



I am infatuated with Anais Nin


Man can never know the loneliness a woman knows. Man lies in the woman's womb only to gather strength, he nourishes himself from this fusion, and then he rises and goes into the world, into his work, into battle, into art. He is not lonely. He is busy. The memory of the swim in amniotic fluid gives him energy, completion. Woman may be busy too, but she feels empty. Sensuality for her is not only a wave of pleasure in which she is bathed, and a charge of electric joy at contact with another. When man lies in her womb, she is fulfilled, each act of love a taking of man within her, an act of birth and rebirth, of child rearing and man bearing. Man lies in her womb and is reborn each time anew with a desire to act, to be. But for woman, the climax is not in the birth, but in the moment man rests inside of her. Anas Nin, The Diary of Anas Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934