I know that fucked up feeling, my mother thinks I've been going through an adolescent phase of not being Christian just to piss her off.

Hey mom! Its been 12 years... It's no phase, I have tattoos, I think David Bowie is the sexiest person alive, I do get off on hurting nice people and marking pristine skin, I'm a horrible slut, and yes I really do think religion is pathetic.


Sorry for butting in on your family issues, but in addition to everything else I'm a bit of a narcissist

amadio- I thought butting into other people's lives was the reason for this forum. No need to apologize.

I'd like to think tht my positive experience might leave you open to the idea that you might one day have a similar one -- but based on your recent posts, you don't seem to be looking for a healing thing right now. I respect that. Anger is a wonderfully seductive ally, and one who has served me well. THere are times to betray her, but she and you may not be finished with each other right now.

[Edited on May 28, 2003]

This change unknown, astonish'd at the sight,
My trembling sister strove to urge her flight;
Yet first the pardon of the Nymphs implor'd,
And those offended Sylvan pow'rs ador'd:
But when she backward would have fled, she found
Her stiff'ning feet were rooted to the ground:
In vain to free her fasten'd feet she strove,
And as she struggles only moves above;
She feels th' incroaching bark around her grow,
By slow degrees, and cover all below:
Surpriz'd at this, her trembling hand she heaves
To rend her hair; her hand is fill'd with leaves;
Where late was hair, the shooting leaves are seen
To rise, and shade her with a sudden green.
The Child Amphisus, to her bosom prest,
Perceiv'd a colder and a harder breast,
And found the springs, that n'er 'till then deny'd
Their milky moisture, on a sudden dry'd.
I saw, unhappy, what I now relate,
And stood the helpless witness of thy fate;
Embrac'd thy boughs, the rising bark delay'd,
There wish'd to grow, and mingle shade with shade.


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Bwahahahahaha, no, my dear Sin, the Marquis has not the pen for such words...
*evilly cocks eyebrow and tents fingers*

care for another guess?

ps, you'll probably NEVER get it, it's way too obscure(and, no, that's not a challege, per se)