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Statements of Being
What Kind Of Atheist Are You?
You are one of life’s enjoyers, determined to get the most you can out of your brief spell on Earth. What first attracted you to atheism was the prospect of liberation from the Ten Commandments, few of which are compatible with a life of pleasure.
You can see the point of abstract principles, and might sacrifice for a concept, although it would need to be better than sex. You really would lay down your life for a friend. A champagne humanist, you admire George Bernard Shaw for his cheerful agnosticism and pursuit of sensual rewards.
Sometimes you might be tempted to allow your own pleasures to take precedence over your ethics, but you know everyone is striving for that elusive balance between the good and the happy life.
Open another bottle and go forward !
What Type of Poet Are You?
To craft words well, in creative and unexpected ways. To have a great talent for evoking beautiful imagery... or intense heartbreak. To naturally be a poet. To split infinitives.
City ... London
You belong in London, but you belong in many cities... Hong Kong, Paris, San Francisco, Tokyo, Rome, Sidney. You fit in almost anywhere. London is diverse and international enough to satisfy your tastes. From curry to Shakespeare, London has it all!
Monthly Archives: July 2009
It’s time for new Metaphors The world is lately filled with conflict, Wars where terrorists are Muslim, Christian, Arab, Jew, perhaps Knights Freedom Fighters, Defenders of faith. And, everyone’s god is on their side. staring at the deep blue sky … Continue reading
The Women In the Hotel in X’ian (first draft) Gluttony and lust equal BEST SINS EVER! ——Jenna. One night at the hotel in Xi’an are 12 Americans all men And no one else in the city hails from foreign hells … Continue reading
Here is a poem which is posted elsewhere, but never seems to attract attention, so here it is. A Blues for Molly Oh, sing this to Molly, she deserved her sadness today, her grades were a wreck and her Irish … Continue reading
A Blue-Tailed Dragon Arthropods, Oh My! Damselflys and blue-tailed dragons lift on lacy currents, drift passed sweet flowers, summer colors where hope behind the lens evokes Jenna’s breathy joy!