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If your from Colorado....
You'll eat ice cream in the winter.
When the weather report says it's going to be 65 degrees, you shave your legs and wear a skirt.
It snows 5 inches and you don't expect school to be cancelled.
You'll wear flip flops every day of the year, regardless of temperature.
You have no accent at all, but can hear other people's. And then you make fun of them.
"Humid" is over 25%.
Your sense of direction is: Toward the mountains and Away from the mountains. ----- seriously. California confuses me...
You say "the interstate" and everybody knows which one. --- exactly!!!! 4 highways in one mile radius is insane!
You think that May is a totally normal month for a blizzard, and you grew up planning your Halloween costumes around your coat.
You know what the Continental Divide is.
You don't think Coors beer is that big a deal.
You went to Casa Bonita as a child.
You bought your car from John Elway.
You were tear gassed at college and you can't even remember why....something about football...
You've gone off-roading in a vehicle that was never intended for such activities.
You always know the elevation of where you are.
You know that there are two kinds of Colorado Girls: those who shave, and those who don't.
You wake up to a beautiful, 80 degree day and you wonder if it's going to snow tomorrow.
You don't care that some company renamed it, the Broncos still play at Mile High.
You know that Colfax is a street you would most likely find a hooker.
You get pissed off when people confuse Colorado with Kansas, Nebraska,
You get pissed when your on vacation to another state and some one thinks you either llive on a farm or in a cabin when you tell them your from colorado
Wyoming, or "one of those other big square states out west."
Every movie theater has military and student discounts.
Everybody wears jeans to church.
You actually know that South Park is a real place not just a show on TV.
You know what a "trust fund hippy" is, and you know its natural habitat is Boulder.
You've made naked snow angels.
You know you're talking to a fellow Coloradoan when they call it Elitches, not Six Flags.
You can never figure out why your out-of-town guests faint from altitude sickness on a picnic to the mountains.
You've been to the original Chipotle near the DU campus on Evans.
When people out East tell you they have mountains in their state too, you just laugh.
You go anywhere else on the planet and the air feels "sticky" and you notice the sky is no longer blue.
REPOST IF YOU LIVE IN OR ARE FROM CO!!

I just sat there. Sat there thinking.

The wind blew high above the grass and flowers. The leaves cried out from atop the trees. They cried about being disturbed on this day. In the glass, the ice has already been long melted. It is quiet but for the breeze which on one can feel. Trees and flowers, but no one is around. Birds and squirrels and all alike dare not take flight from their homes, for they are griped with the fear and the sun.

But as they are there, I am just here. Just sitting.

Days grow old just as we all do. Everything soon comes to the fading sun and the dull lit moon, But even the moon may not always remain. The new light of the day appears over the land. Life is like the days. We all come and we all go. We go on as we have been. Always in the same cycle, the sun on the new and the moon of the end. But does it really go on or ever end.

But now I sit. I do not move, yet I still go on.

“The End.” Yes, there is one for all of us. Maybe as a winter, cold but short. Or maybe as a summer, warm but long. As it comes to an end we must give and go. But others may fight it, fight what they cannot fight. Still as we end we also begin. Just as night is not eternal “The End” is neither. We end, but with the first rays of the new sun shine from the East, we too rise. As if to greet a new day we welcome our new life. We are a cycle of eternal entities.

As I sit I think of dream. But never knowing this dream is for the best.

The thoughts of all are one or the other. Why. Does everything have to be black and white in this life. Or night and day. Maybe good and bad. Ying and yang. If there is a feeling of a heart does that heart have to have it yes or no. Is the window ever open or closed. The glass half empty or half full. Can anyone truly answer the “Yen or No” question. It’s a game. On that no one can win in their life. The Perfect game for the imperfect.

I sit and wonder. I wonder if a life will ever come that will be perfect.

Will that be the end of life. It is the single glitch in the cycle. Life tries to reach Perfect, but it will never. But if it could. The eternal entity would be forever gone. Maybe a new entity will take the place and reach for imperfection. That too is our cycle. The never ending game which keeps driving life, on and on. Till at last our glitch had grown as it’s own eternal entity which now has life of it’s own.

Through my eyes day slowly falls into night. The cycle moves ever on, as I sit still.

Everything can be seen as day and night through the eyes of the imperfect eternal entity. But never truly being day and night. With the search for the truth, we find reason to create a false. Like the dew from a new born day, truth is never clear. There are some who think truth comes easy. While the truth is always just beyond our grasp. So we fall into the pit of false. Thus blurring the strand between day and night. With our own hands we create Dawn. The path right and wrong. Dawn then passions our thoughts, our life to become confused. To form a middle, the gray of our black and white.

I’ve been thinking. Sitting on the Dawn, of the day and the night.

Dawn is the mischief. The one who creates doubt. When one doubts a new complex cycle begins. The more one doubts the more we lose our goal, what life reaches out for. It starts up our glitch. Which soon starts to cycle more and more and faster and faster. Infecting our cycle and creating more new glitches. Glitches of hate, anger, sadness. They head us from our ordered path. We leave the path and start to wonder. But when we wonder we get lost in this forest and lose sight of our path.

I start to doubt the coming of the moon. Wither I doubt life or myself, I still never move.

Doubting one’s self can be great. Another may speak of ‘knowing’ you. But with the doubt and the gray truth. How can that be. If there is self doubt about one’s self, another may have no truth about you. How can another speak of ‘knowing’ you, if you don’t even ‘know’ yourself. The Dawn once again creeps up upon life. Blurring the image of one’s life itself. Self knowledge comes from the pure truth. The truth that may never be reached. The truth right next to Perfection which life reaches out for.

Night has come out I think. Finally I realize, my thoughts, dreams, and wonders.

Life is the eternal entity ever in it’s cycle. But the reason of life…Thoughts. Dreams. Wonders.

My thoughts, my dreams, my wonders. It is night as I stand up.

I am the eternal entity. We are the life. W create this cycle of day and night. We keep life continuing.

I will live with everything.

Life is…

On 1 of my lj communities some idiot posted an entry with some p0rn0 site on it. The com. was from anime icons...You could guess what happened, it was deleted right. Wrong! Everyone was posting comments on it. Talk about funny!! xd Every comment was spam. Even people who thought it was pointless to reply were having a some what of a good time reading the comments. Here is "The Spamed Page" if anyone would like to have a good laugh! heart It will liklly be deleted soon!!!

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I really think that my first entry should be long and deep but.... / 4laugh I don't have anything to say so it's short and to the point. I love Manga and anime!!!!! heart heart heart
One word usually comes to mind with and it's "FREAK". 3nodding So that's all.

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