"My PUSSY ITCHES!" Can you believe a toddler screamed these very words in the middle of a Kroger's check-out line? Of course my mouth was sagging like an old maid's breasts. And the mother had the audacity to smile at her daughter, wave a hand in the air(drawing more attention) and say, "Anybody have a back scratcher?" I felt the blood rushing to my head, my stomach begin to ach from anger. It wasn't funny, nor was it entertaining at all(Have you ever been so angry that you felt it in your stomach? When it gets to this point everyone should stay out of harm's way.).

Maybe I'm a little too old fashion, but I think that is a travesty to have children screaming things like this out in public. It's not teaching these children to have any self respect what-so-ever. I couldn't even look this woman in the face after she joked about her daughter's peerlessly ignorant and rude facade.

The mother's decision to chaff about the incident didn't seem like a way to ameliorate her child's chances of appearing on the hit Cosby show, Kids Say the Darndest Things. She'd be most definitely invited on the Mother's Teach Their Children Jack *(BEEP)*! show.

Suddenly, I paused. I had to evaluate myself for a moment. In less than 6 seconds, I summed this woman up as a mid-thirties, bedraggled piece of no good parent without a wedding ring, a nasty child, and... Wait.. I didn't see them before. Wow. She has FOUR other kids. They, unlike their mother, look very clean and well kept. I decide to shut my mouth and not judge her any longer. Maybe it's very difficult raising five children all by one's self.

Then, the questions started (you know me and those questions). When men see her appearance and the countenance in which she carries herself compared to her children, does this cause them to choose the Go To Jail card instead of Advancing To Go and Collecting $200 Dollars mainly because she's standing near the latter? As screwed up and judgmental a thought it is, I wonder do other men see this and run? Was she once married and got a divorce? Was it because of something she did or was it him? Maybe she had her children out of wedlock and the father was just at home watching a sports game instead of taking his family to the store.

That lack of a wedding ring made me wonder what her relationship status was.. or lack there of. And this is what makes our country so fantastic and sickly fucked up. We judge a book by it's cover way too many times. Who would think a book entitled Pretty Flowers by a woman named Jane Doe and a picture of a dandelion amid a background of a setting sun would inspire anything beside a corny well put-together piece of edited sliced crap? Yet, when you flip it open, read past the second page and never want to stop, you are happy that you didn't judge that book by it's cover.

Okay, my rant is over.

When giving your mate the key to your home, is it the same as giving them the full key to your heart? When giving your heart to someone, there is a slight amount of caution involved, especially if you’ve ever been in a relationship and it failed.

But why does a key mean so much? When my girlfriend and I first started to get closer I would spend the night over her house constantly as well as her spending the night over mine. Technically, we’d already moved in with each other. We were spending the night with one another for over nine months. This wasn’t a once in a while spend the night type of thing, it was a spend the night every single night type of thing.

The transition to roommates didn’t seem so awkward as most people expect it to seem, even though we were so happy to be sharing a place together. So what the hell does a key mean? When does symbolism go so far as to scare individuals off with a piece of metal. The same goes with white, diamond and crosses. You guessed it: A wedding. Why do men throw up, pass out and certain women stand up their own weddings? People say that it’s because they are going to be tied down for life. What the hell does that mean when so many people cry at their weddings, say, "I love you," and then get a divorce?

Keys: fully giving up yourself or finding some bullshit to be afraid of? Give your input.

As I sat on the floor of my apartment, alone and needing of my own solitude, I grabbed a deck of cards and begin to play- you guessed it- solitary. It seemed like I was the only human being on the face of the earth. All of my friends seemed to be busy doing other things in life and I was left on that damn floor in that empty ass apartment with no other thoughts then, “is that a fly I hear buzzing around in here? Well… how in the hell did it get in here in the first place?”

I played the first game of solitary and won! I was on the fast road to an evening of success. Unfortunately, I lost the next four games. I was so frustrated that I was going to give up. Then I thought to myself, how many of us fold when we think we’re going to loose? I could continuously flip those cards and think harder for a moment to find a way to win the game.

And as I sat there, the realization of the situation hit me like I was boxing Mike Tyson without gloves. Upset and depressed with the fact that I was the only one in the apartment at the time, I seemed as if the world stopped spinning. Time stopped within my apartment but the world kept moving outside.

I walked my ass to the store and picked up some Pepsi and Seagram’s Fuzzy Navel and I sat down on the floor content with “being” in my own skin for a moment. Not wanting anyone to please or entertain me and not feeling that if I am physically alone at the time then I have nothing to do.

I sat down for the next hour and enjoyed my game of solitary. And you know what? I won after a while. And just when the game, liquor and Pepsi began to merge and I felt larger than Donald Trump’s real estate my phone begins to ring off the hook. Friends, relatives and mt girlfriend begin calling. I smiled to myself and turned the ringer off. I was going to enjoy myself a little while longer.

What would you say if I told you that I masturbated three times last night within a four hour time span? Would you think I was a horny toad or would you think I was a pervert who doesn’t know how to keep his treasure buried?

Well, friends, that is what my good old friend Asia has been up to. The funny thing about the whole masturbation ceremony is that she was trying to get the same high that she received from her boyfriend. Okay, let me explain further:

When Asia's boyfriend, Ricky, left out of town on a business trip she was okay with the fact that she would be spending a week or two alone. But when Ricky’s trip lasted over three weeks, Asia began to become very sexually frustrated.

After waiting patiently for three weeks to give up the goods to her homie-lover-friend, she couldn’t take the built up tension and she masturbated. Now, I told her that in my opinion nothing was wrong with that. Then she continued to tell me that she felt empty after she had the first orgasm. So she masturbated again and still felt a longing. After the third time of finger jerking, she finally realized that stuffing her box was not filling her emotionally.

It took me only a few minutes to analyze what was happening. I looked her in the eyes and told her, “Asia, you are trying to make up for your boyfriend’s absence with sex when it’s really love that you miss.”

BINGO!

I hit the nail right on the head. This was such an interesting topic to me. When does sex become so important that we blur the lines between lust and love? And when it comes down to love, do we only associate it with the amount of sex in our relationship? A better question to ask ourselves is, when is it time to bring back romance and stop with this stupid new school modernized “say no to monogamy” bullshit type of relationship? Comments are welcome. Let’s build on this topic. Until the next entry, much love, peace and empathy.

When it comes to love why do all men seem to either hit the nail right on the head or bomb miserably? It seems as if women have men beat, hands down, in the romance department.

So, check it: A men can walk four miles and throw stones at a woman’s window until she wakes up and that is considered romantic. But if a female did that to a men he would, first, call the cops, and second he would tell his boys how he met a psycho! So, maybe women don’t have men beat. Or maybe love is just a certain mental terrain that can’t be totally analyzed in this life… EVER!

I’d like to hear some of your romantic experiences. The reason why I ask for these is to let those who have never had one- or- those who haven’t had a romantic experience in a while try one out if only vicariously through your comments.

We might now be able to resolve all of the questions on love in regards to feelings, but we sure can analyze the reasons why our actions speak louder than the words: I love you. Keep an open mind and share. Thanx!

Love, peace and empathy

Terry J. Snipes

Today I popped in a DVD on The Da Vinci Code expecting to see secrets and have unexposed issues exposed. I was very disappointed. The DVD I looked at not only made me realize how fabricated and unrealistic the book is, it also made me not want to read it due to the authors "not so fantastic writing skills(maybe I'll check out the movie)."

Anyways, I got to thinking about suggestion. A friend of mine had come from Chicago to visit Toledo (his home) and ended up engaging in a political, religious, social chit-chat at Taco Bell in the wee hours of the morning. Oh, yes, we talked about a lot of things, but the one thing that stuck out was when he turned to us, pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose and said, "All it takes is a suggestion."

Could this be applied to the science of relationships? If all it takes is a suggestion for an individual to believe, then why are there so many single people out there?

Being the writer that I am, I decided to do a little research and experimentation. I called up all the people who I knew of that where in a committed and happy relationship. Turns out that I couldn't find one besides myself. So, I thought of that great persuasive author Dan Brown and decided to suggest a mate to my friends, in hopes of seeing if their belief would manifest into reality.

Out of my ten friends (whom I chose to participate in this experiment), two of them seemed to have found what they were looking for. They wanted sex. They didn't want any strings attached, no commitments, just two consenting adults having fun in a parked car, bathroom, or in a (typical) bed.

The other eight had trouble keeping what they wanted, They each came across what seemed to be the perfect person, but in reality was probably only a figment of their desires. Because of the suggestions I planted in their heads, had they immediately went after the first things that suggested a long lasting relationship?

I must tip my hat to the now- most likely- rich author, Dan Brown. He successfully planted the idea, with little strength( after all, he pretty much got most of his inspiration and facts from the book published before his novel, Holy Blood, Holy Grail written by Michael Baigent, Henry Lincoln, and Richard Leigh) and humanity made up a figment of their desires. How imaginative are we humans, you think.

The world used to be flat. What facts did we have of this? It was a suggestion that led the rest of the world to... believe.

Terry J. Snipes

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For the past few months I've been driving myself insane with thoughts of everyone around me practicing the act of dishonesty. It seemed as if everyone was an adroit liar and I had to catch them. Okay, so you thinks I's crazy now, huh? I'll go deeper...

"Do you think my haircut is ugly," I'd walk in my parents house and ask everyone who was there.

They hesitate. Some look at each other first, while others stare at their fingers then reply, "No. It's great!"

THEY'RE LYING!!!!! I think to myself. Why must my mind form these mental images of snakes swirling around in the grass, unaware that I'm standing nearby with a lawnmower. When the grass is cut, the snakes will show. It seems like so many people in my life are phony.

There was a friend of mine that I called up on the phone. When we spoke it was like she wasn't interested in anything that I had to say. Come a few months later, she finds out through a mutual friend that I've been making more money and now have a business started up and she calls me all smiles and sunshine.

FUCK OFF!

I hate to seem to evil and I know my mouth can be as nasty as the Mississippi river, but damnit, sometimes that fake stuff just pisses me off.

I'll go to a store clerk and ask him, "Do you know where the tampons are?"

His eyes'll shift to where they are but because his lazy ass doesn't want to do his job he'll tell me, "sorry, dude-" And what the hell is up with calling me "dude?" How unprofessional is that. Who hired this kid, his uncle Tony who thinks he's one of the Gotti children? Anyway, back on track, "-sorry dude, but I ain't got a clue."

Keep in mind that his eyes are bloodshot and his breath smells like weed out of a walrus' asshole!

Well, that's enough for right now. Tune in next time when I talk about the joys of bathtub and shower masturbation.

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The distant staring eyes a few feet away from me only drives my paranoia to a climax. Distant laughter from bystanders causes my ears to search for any sound coming from their lips. What are they saying about me? Then I think to myself, could this fear turn into anger, all caused by the hateful acts of racism? I walk to another side of the library before I hear the words, hip-hop and gangster. Keep in mind, I don’t wear my pants hanging off of my ass, no du-rags (besides the one you see in that picture, which was not mines. The hat was not mine either), piercing or tattoos.

I know the world is sick and tired of hearing stories revolved around tragedy. Believe it or not, folks, that is what this world was, is and will be. Pain is a part of life. I’m extremely thankful that we have outlets here in America that give us freedom of speech, though I believe that freedom will be gone in the near future.

I am one of those writers who sits in front of his computer, a glass of Root Beer by my side. I imitate a “writer” by putting my forefinger to the top of my upper lip between my nose and mouth. I wrinkle my brow in hopes that the actions will help me visualize the thoughts in my head better so that I may translate them on to paper. There are no notes that I look from. I write directly from my heart. I don’t do this because it is a technique I’ve learned, but because my writing has consisted of this action since I was very young. I had many questions. I always thought, there are many questions that need answers. And to find these answers, I researched and wrote.

I call myself a writer and I’ve completely jumped off of the topic. LOL.

Today I was flipping through a book and saw a picture that set my mind back to the early 1900's. I was sent through time in a heartbeat, experiencing what I saw illustrated on that page. What I saw was a black Negro swinging from a tree, his eyes rolled to the back of his head. The whites of his eyes where bright as fresh white sneakers.

Surprisingly, it wasn’t the African American hanging from a noose that roused me. It was the little Caucasian girl who stood in the front row of the crowd, hands politely in front of her, seeming like the most innocent child. She was innocent. It wasn’t her fault that her parents made her witness such a devastating image. Or maybe she wanted to see this man hanged, who knows?

I’ve seen countless images like the one I’ve just described. Yet, each time I look at this era in history I’m transported there through thought. I replace that young individual with the face of my sister, brother, mother, father, aunts or uncle. I feel the thump that rises in one’s throat when they are fighting back tears. Why am I ashamed to cry on behalf of the many African American’s who died so that I can write a blog online like this and not fear for my life? There are many questions that I ask myself. Sometimes I think like how I did back when I was a younger fellow. Same spirit, different logic. Yes, some questions are meant to be answered and some need to remain in the void behind my eye lids, locked up in my subconscience.

This is Terry Snipes signing out. May everyone on this site appreciate the blessing you have of being able to express yourself. I just wrote a blog entry the other day about a Japanese homosexual siamese twin sumo wrestling seeking Asian American. And when I think about how silly and freely I speak on this subject, I cry my eyes out. For this little freedom I’ll cry with no shame in thank you’s. Thanks to brave African American, Negro, colored and black folks for surviving in order for me to receive this luxury.

Love, peace and empathy.

Terry J. Snipes

It's been way too long. I have been busy launching my new blogs at writingup.com and at Love Relationships and life. I can say that I miss the community here. There is no blogging for money, we are all here doing it because we love it. I am aware that the people who own this site have ads everywhere and are profiting off of us without us making a cent. But then I realized that I just love to blog. This is a very satisfying hobby.

I will be posting some of the entries from my other blogs here. I hope that you like and enjoy.Check it out.

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Terry J. Snipes

The question that presents itself today is: Does sex really matter? We all fight temptation everyday, trying not to be sinful children of God. But when sex comes with so much extra baggage, who would want to run after it so eagerly? Not only does sex come with emotional hang-ups, it also comes with venereal diseases as well. For men, I can say the thrill does not seem to amount to the orgasm that a woman receives. Our orgasm are like 10 seconds of eternal bliss. We work hard to get to that point, while females on the other hand like to take it slower (some females).
Look at it like this: Men are like microwaves and women are like ovens. One heats up fast, you eat it and it's done. Women take longer to heat up, causing more anticipation for the result. Are you getting me, or am I sounding like a food critic (to some degree)?

When sex is so powerful that a man who is "in love" with his wife (and gentlemen, there is a difference between in-love and love for) would risk throwing it all away for 5 minutes (sometimes shorter) of ecstasy, there has to be a line drawn in the sand of American's thinking. Why is sex so powerful?

Why can Beyonce receive more video plays and radio play than India.Arie? Why is it always physical before emotional? I know I'm asking a boatload of questions, but damnit, this is annoying me.

I wouldn't say that sex is the last thing I think of (as a man, I must admit, sex does cross my mind a lot), but it most definitely is not the first thing I think about. And if my wife stood by me and was there to support my dreams, goals and physically satisfied me, why cheat? Humans are so weak...

On to other news. I started my diet today at 7:00AM. By 8:00Am I was ordering two number 8's from McDonalds (no, I'm serious, I did).

But to close this blog, we, as humans, should have more self control and fight temptation... Love, peace and empathy to all. Write, inspire, learn and build upon knowledge.

                 -Sometimes my message escapes people's minds. It's as silent as the k in knowledge.

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Well, ladies and gents, I'm back for a moment. I have been swamped with things to do. I haven't stopped writing. Actually I've been working on my novel Zinaye's Gospel.

Where do I begin? I must rant about a few things that happened on this lovely day here in Ohio. First, I was turning off of my street and a lady, maybe out of fear, stopped dead in front of my car. I mean, to the point where I could run right into her. I opened my mouth and screamed, "go you stupid lady!" That was very rude of me, but it also pissed me off.

On to the next topic. I would like to post some of my novel up so that you guys can take a look at it. I probably shouldn't. The little stuff that I do write down I try to get it copy written, which cost waaaaayyyy to much. But I like to share. After I post this I'll post the introduction and first chapter. All is well in my world and I hope all is well in yours. Love peace and empathy to all.

Terry Snipes

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I am not MIA I am just working on a lot of different things at the moment. I have put a couple of post on here talking about the occult-like things I have dabbled in. If you know anyone, or you are going through an addiction be it TV, food, cigarettes, sex or you would like to build your self esteem. Click on the link below:

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I hate work! I really do. It is so boring and all we do all day is cold call people to see if they'd like to refinance. I'm so sick of the things I do everyday. i wish it could all go to the things I want to do for a change. I want to do me sometimes. Sometimes I dont want to have to settle. I want things to cater to my wants and needs...well thats all of my complaining. Until next time, ladies and gents. Peace

Well, I start work tomorrow. I can't wait to go. I am scared though. I'm going to be a Mortgage Broker. Doesn't that sound funny? Well, not funny as much as it is different.

Anyways. Everyone keep pumping the Net full of gossip, scandal and information. It makes us smarter everyday. And you know that

KNOWLEDGE IS POWER

It has been such a rainny day. I have not been in the mood do anything. At certain times in the day I have to remind myself to breathe. That's just lazy. lol

I am feeling somewhat good today. My mind is in the right place and my spirits are high. I had another talk with C** yesterday and we were able to bond more than ever. That's the thing I love about her. When i think there is no hope, she comes along and makes everything okay...

Well, that's all for right now. You guys stay cool and breezy. Peace

Okay, I'm pissed. I started writing a boat-load of stuff only to have the search bar somehow pop into action and destroy everything I started. I guess that was a sign to start all over again.

My girlfriend, C**, comes home from work with a worried expression on her face.

"What's going on?" I ask her.

"My regional manager. His wife died." The worried look intensified.

"Oh, that's sad. How is he holding up?" I ask.

"I think he killed her."

Now you know this threw me off. It BLEW ME. When I asked her why she thought her regional manager killed his wife she gave me these reasons:

Wife #1: Goes for a joy ride with about four of her friends. Their laughing and enjoying life until somehow the car gets flipped into the air and rolls over six times. Everyone in the car survives except her. His wife.

Wife #2: The funny thing about her is, nobody knows how she died. Her name and picture is slapped in the obituary section of the news paper and she has an open casket funeral. Hmmm...

Wife #3: Is having a little stroll in the park, when all of a sudden, she falls flat on her face. BOOM! She lays still. In my mind I think, "She's fallen and she can't get up!"

But seriously, I think that is a scary chain of events. C** has worked there for 5 years and in that time span, 3 of this guys wives die. It's crazy. I told her to be careful around him. I wouldn't want her to come up missing.

Some strange things are always happening around our apartment complex as well.

It's 11:40 something at night. A misty fog covers the buildings that surround us. C** and I are sitting in the car, headlights and engine turned off. The radio softly plays a John Coltrane tune on Smooth Jazz V98.7. We are talking about our relationship problems. Talking about how she wants to leave me by June. Wants to start over or some bullsh*t along those lines. We start arguing, right? Going back and forth like most couples tend to do, when we see

This little white guy. Has to be around the age of 16...maybe 17 years old sneaking around with a can of paint in his hand. Now, of course, we know what he plans to do with it. I can't help but think to myself, damn, why tonight? Luckily we are sitting here so if he pours the paint on my car I can chase him.

The kid walks up to a black car that is right across the street from where our car is parked and lifts the bucket up to his chest. He throws the paint at the car with all of his might, leaving a thick, white line of paint of the black car.

At this sight, me and C** burst into laughter. The actions of this juvenile kid helped lighten our situation. Plus we were happy that the paint didn't land on our car.

The kid scampered away. Not more than a minute after the paint was thrown on the car did a group of young Latino men come running from the building. One was holding  a GUN! Two hopped in a nearby car and the other three ran on foot after the guy. An Italian looking kid came out slowly from the apartment building and stared at what seemed to be his car. The white paint drying more and more each second.

That's what I call some crazy Spit.

Anyway, I believe I am finished for now.

OOOOOHHHHHH

Yesterday my computer said I had 21,000 words written for my manuscript. Today when I finished typing I had 26,200. I'd wrote 5,200 words today! I was so happy. I need to celebrate. This is what hard work feels like. My eyes are all blurry and dizzy from looking at the computer screen for so long. But I am happy. I hope tonight I can get my word count up to 30,000.

So, until the next time I get on with some crazy idea I have or some gossip, pointless bullsh*t or something to rejoice about, stay calm and cool.

Love, peace and empathy.

So, check it: I need to FINISH THIS DAMN BOOK! I think I'll give you guys a taste of the first chapter and you can tell me if you like it or not. I have to find a way to upload it because all of the disk that I am using seem to not be formated for any other computer on the face of this Earth!

I really dont have much to talk about today but when I find something to talk about I'll be sure to get on and speak my peace. until then

LOVE, PEACE AND EMPATHY

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Until the next time we speak, Love, peace and empathy to all.

I have gotten a letter and phone call from Dorrance Publishing saying that they would like to publish my manuscript. Isn't that great? If anyone knows anything about Dorrance Publishing please let me know what you know so I will know what to know about them... Okay. Peace!!!!!!!!