5 results for 'body'
...systems into a composite; let the government (legislature) lay down the rules of engagement, and interfere only when those rules are broken, with punishments severe enough to be taken heed of; let private enterprise provide the goods and services needed to fuel the economy; and allow a third body of concerned private citizens, elected by their peers, to act as watchdog when either the government or private sectors cross lines or act out of role. The elected citizens of this third body will have no political leaning, and will hold the welfare of the nation as their paramount ... (more)
We only see 7% of every 2 million parts per second that we actually "do see" -- we see a tree not just the leaves, stem or truck and then the branches.
Problems in life can be solved by breaking them down. Taking the chunks and moving through the tree or problem to see the leaves, the branches or even the twigs.
Many people have put books together about problem solving and our subconsious mind.
My theory: Automapping within everyone is created by what we need in our life the most. If our needs are so great our subconscious mind will map our direction in life to help... (more)
...and that’s then the burning sensuality engulfs the space and the symphony of intense ritual finds the node. Invitation makes inroads and the core of volcano begins to simmer and gentle shifts turns into a hammering tremors; acoustic of whispering surrender conspire the voluntarily shifts and the core erupts...That’s how the kiss works...
Oh my God...kiss can make hell lot of difference...now where is your hand...where is your body...you and she exist as one...nothing else...feel the kiss and melt with her, you would create a universe for yourself.......Kiss...kiss...kiss.(more)
My body was made of Hessian,Burlap to many and cloth to few.I worried as the moths woke me,Carrying a piece of me in their mouths as food.I could hear them nibbling, biting, devouring me.I swung my arms, and they attached to them too.Every effort failed and contributed to my pain.This morning, as I looked in my broken mirror, I figured out a plan.My face was no longer the one I loved.It was battered, full of stuffing and full of hate.I wanted them to die, I wanted them to glow.So as they fluttered around my body, attached by their mouths,I lit a match.But their fluttering extinguished the tiny... (more)
...hard after her, pressing all into maintaining that relationship to avoid the terrors of being alone. What compromises have I willingly conceded to? What violations of my self-esteem and personal space have I allowed for unrequited affection? What tortures has my heart been through, even my body feeling the wretch of nerves on fire? Being addicted, not to a substance, but to a world of egocentric affection that I have created by taking the object of my affection and embellishing her to a fantastic degree. I should know better, I do know better. They should slap me awake, the voices... (more)
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