Ouch, corrected once again... guess I should mind to my own laundry these days...

however, barking like a dog 24/7 will make the neighbors a tad bit on the owely side wouldn't ya say?

For the love of Pete, why the need to wash your "clothes" in front of God and Country? If narry a word was spoken, bout the shit streaks in your underware, no one would have known... but do to your contant bout' of DIAREAH, ... EVERYONE knows only sum, and now leaves holes for their minds to wander... assumptions to be made when we see the shit streaks but don't know it was really just some chocolate syrup gone crazy before lunch!

SOOOOOO, if you didn't want all the attention, why did you open your big fat mouth?

and... why do you have the constant need to explode in such fits of rage... colored like brights and darks.

what happened anyway? How did it go bad? Hows come no is talkin' bout that instead of playing she said/she said... why wasn't the LOVE we saw projected all accross the Universe in so many fashions, why did it go bad? What was the catalist that sent it into the dirty laundry basket only to be thrown into a hamper labled HAZZARD... MUST USE HAZMAT SUIT TO TAKE OUT AND CLEAN... ?

what happened? Be Nice, just answere the question... stop playing games... stop screaming and blaming and staining the Love that was so evident... just cuz things change... doesn't mean they have to remain ugly stains on the fabric we call life... try again. You might just be surprised with the end result... maybe the stain will be removed and the pain in the ass taken out of the "ass"... and just be is what will be left... sometimes, just be can be very peacefull and relaxing... give it try, see what happens, speak from the heart, not from the pain... tell us where did it really go wrong?