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Sweetheart Dancebyclarkroberts©
I was feeling dejected. The latest girl I had asked to the Sweetheart Dance, had rejected me out of hand. At twenty-two, I wasn't a bad looking guy it's just that the local Monterey women had plenty of men stationed at Fort Ord from which to choose.
When a guy felt as low as I did, he sought comfort from the one place he knew he'd always get it, his mother. I was no different. I sat at the desk in my room at the Bachelor Officer's Quarters and placed a video-call home on my computer. It was after 10 PM back in Indianapolis. It was getting near her bedtime, but I suspected that she was still up watching the news.
In the blink of an eye, my mother's image appeared on my computer screen. Unsurprisingly, she was wearing a purple negligee that covered, but did not conceal her huge breasts. Mother had always been something of an exhibitionist, wearing the skimpiest of outfits around the house. As a result, I spent most of my adolescence sporting a semi-permanent erection. Even now, my cock hardened at the sight of her cantaloupe-sized breasts each capped with a dusky areola and a stiff nipple.
Mother's eyes sparkled as she squealed, "Ricky, how's my baby boy?"
I chuckled. I was a grown man that had flown helicopters in combat for United States Army, but my mother still called me, her baby boy. I said, "Not so good, Mom. I bought tickets for the Sweetheart Dance and now I can't find a date."
"I'm sorry Baby-boy. Why did you buy tickets before you had a date?" Mother pushed a strand of shoulder length black hair out of her face.
Sighing I said, "The dance is at the City Aquarium down on Cannery Row so there are just so many seats available. If you don't buy the tickets early you don't get them, now I'm stuck with them."
"No way to get rid of them?"
"Not really, the dance is Saturday."
Mother pursed her lips. "That's too bad. All those soldiers in their dress uniforms will be so romantic. You'd think those young ladies would jump all over that."
Chuckling again, I said, "You'd think, but I really don't know that many girls out here. I just got back from Afghanistan a few weeks ago."
"I know. I was worried to death while you were deployed. But even in the States you're so far from home. I miss you so much Baby-boy. I wish I could be your date."
I perked up with a wide grin. I declared, "That's it! You can be my date."
Mother's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "What?"
"You can be my date, Mom. It's the perfect solution. I know you already have a couple of formal gowns. You just fly out on Friday and I'll book you a room at the Cannery Row Hotel. We' go to the dance on Saturday and you can fly back Sunday."
Mother chewed her lip again, I thought it made her look sexy. "Won't you be embarrassed to take your mother to the dance?" She frowned and added, "I'm so old."
"You're not old, Mom. You just turned forty last month, besides you don't look a day over thirty. Everybody will think you're a cougar."
"What's a cougar?"
"A cougar is an older woman who goes after younger guys. Believe me Mom, you are one hot cougar. Please be my date."
She said, "I'd like too, but I don't know if Norman has anything planned for Valentine's Day."
"Fuck Norman," I spat. Norman was my stepfather. He had married Mom ten years ago. I had never cared for him and he simply tolerated me in return.
"Baby-boy, don't be like that, Norman's my husband and I love him."
"He might be your husband, but he's never been my father," I seethed.
I didn't like sharing my mother with Norman nor had I ever. My mother had gotten pregnant with me her senior year in high school and hadn't married my father. After I was born, Mother had worked for a short-while as a stripper. I supposed, her 38DD-28-39 figure on her five-foot three-inch frame was very popular. Following her stint as an exotic dancer, she lived with a couple of different men who sexually exploited her. When I was twelve, she was waitressing at a sports bar where her tight ass and huge boobs kept her in hefty tips. It was where she finally met Norman, a few months later she married him, she was Norman's second wife.
Mother's attention was diverted by another presence in the bedroom. She spoke to the interloper, "Norman, we were just talking about you."
My stepfather remained out of my sightline. He said, "Who's we?"
"Ricky, he's on the computer. He wants me to fly out to California this weekend. Can I?"
"Kind of late notice, don't you think?" growled Norman, "Airline tickets will be expensive."
I grumbled, "I'll buy your plane tickets."
Ignoring me, Mother said, "It's for a special occasion, the Sweetheart Dance on Valentine's Day. Ricky wants me to be his date."
"Can't find his own girl, so he wants to borrow mine huh?" Norman chuckled, "I tell you what Shelia, you go, but I'll need to give you your Valentine's present early."
Mother's face broke into a naughty grin, "How early?"
"Right now, I just took a little blue pill," Norman's said with lust. Suddenly, he appeared in the picture frame. His bulky frame knelt down beside Mother's chair. He swiveled it in his direction.
"I've got to go, Ricky. I'll call you later," Mother babbled, trying to close her laptop.
Unbeknownst to Mother, she had failed to completely close her laptop so now the web-camera was pointing directly at her crotch. I should have closed my own laptop, but I couldn't tear my eyes away as Mother slowly dragged the hem of her nightie up her thighs revealing her pussy to Norman and covertly to me.
Conflicting emotions stuck in my throat. My cock throbbed with lust as my mother spread her legs wide, revealing a thin strip of pubic hair on her mound and her cleanly shaven labia. At the same time, my stomach churned with jealousy as my stepfather lowered his bald head to my mother's splayed cunt. Quickly, I silenced the computer's microphone and loudly cleared my throat of the bitter pile as I watched my screen.
Norman was fifty and a nice enough guy who treated my mother well, a podiatrist by trade. He kissed mother's knee then ran his tongue up her inner thigh. After kissing her hairless labia, he pierced her pussy with his tongue. As he lapped at her cunt, he worked two fingers inside her. He wiggled his fingers in a come-hither motion, if the vigor of her moans was any indication mother must have really enjoyed it.
Intrigued with Norman's oral aptitude, I pulled my hard cock from my shorts and watched his tongue dart skillfully around my mother's snatch. I bit my lip as his tongue continued to torment her pussy, she groaned her gratification. My cock was so engorged with blood I thought I was going to pass out. I could hear my pulse in my ears and actually feel it pounding in my cock. My mouth was dry and I was panting. I grasped my cock and began stroking it.
Slithering his tongue into Mother's gushing gash, Norman explored the depths of it. With the tip of his tongue, he teased her clit and probed her drenched interior with his finger. The wet swooshing sound of my stepfather's digit machine-gunning in and out of my mother pussy reverberated from my computer's speakers.
Mother moaned and whimpered her sensuous delight. She pulled on her nipples with wicked endeavor. Her soft voice murmured, "I'm going...going...to...to cum."
Norman's tongue assaulted my mother's anus. He darted it in and out and swirling it around as she hissed and hooted. Satisfied that she was on the verge of orgasm, my stepfather trailed his tongue through my mother's labia then he lightly bit her clit and shoved a wet finger up her ass.
"My pussy, my pussy," Mother hollered, banging her fist on the desk as her climax was achieved. She recovered and said with a hoarse voice, "That was a fabulous cum."
Norman was slowly stroking his hard cock, it was about the size of a kosher pickle. With a tremor in his voice, he said, "I'm going to butt-fuck you now, Babe."
"I love getting butt-fucked by you," Mother said coyly as she watched Norman fondle himself. "I have the most intense orgasms when you butt-fuck me."
Mother brushed the computer on the desk as she stood up, once again changing the angle of the web camera. She had barely gotten her shaky legs underneath her when Norman spun her around and pushed her over the back of the chair.
"Shelia, you have a beautiful ass." He slid his foot between hers then he pushed hers apart.
Grabbing the arms of the chair, Mother held onto them with white knuckles. Watching from my vantage point, I saw as her eyes widen when he penetrated her cunt with his stubby cock. She braced herself against the chair and closed her eyes as Norman pounded her pussy with his little pecker. She whimpered, "oh,oh,oh."
Wet flesh on flesh smacks rose above Mother's moans of pleasure. A sheen of sweat glistened on Norman's bald head. He gripped Mother's hips like a drowning man clings to flotsam. His big hairy belly seemed to rest on her bare backside and jiggled like jello with his thrusts. He puffed, "It's like fucking melted butter. This feels so good!"
Abruptly, Norman pulled his cock from Mother's pussy. She protested, "Please don't stop."
With a laugh Norman pushed her back down as she started to rise up. He slapped her bare ass with his open palm. The sound of the smack echoed in the computer speakers. He commanded, "Be still, Shelia."
Mother froze when she felt the head of his stiff cock tap her butthole. Her husband's cock wasn't big, but it was as solid as granite. Even though his cock and her butt were well lubricated, it took her breath away as he inched his shaft into her. She growled, "Gaw! You're so hard."
"Relax Babe," Norman said as he paused to allow Mother to catch her breath after he had fully invested his cock into her ass. He slowly withdrew his cock and the camera captured Mother's mouth twisted into a perfect round "O." He practically pulled all the way out of her. With a groan, he inched himself back into her and she clinched her teeth together in an amorous grimace also caught by the camera.
"Ahh...your cock...feels...feels so good," Mother panted. Her face was contorted in an erotic expression of pained pleasure. Her breasts hung from her chest like ripe grapefruit and swayed under the transparent nightie with each thrust of Norman's cock. Her nipples looked hard enough to etch her name on the computer screen and my stepfather wickedly pinched them until she yelped a protest.
His passion inflamed, Norman began to thrust his cock into her ass like it was rocket blasting from earth. A high pitched squeal of delight escaped Mother's lips as her husband drilled her ass. He responded with primordial guttural rumblings from the back of his throat.
"Fuck...fuck my...my ass," she wailed.
It was more than Norman could stand. His face and bald head had reddened with exertion. Rivulets of sweat ran down his fat face. With a final thrust he buried himself into Mother's ass and panted, "I'm cumming."
Once he recovered Norman kept his still hard cock deep inside Mother's ass. He jammed a couple of fingers into her gaping gash. Then he pressed his palm against her hyper-aroused clit.
Mother's eyes rolled back in her head as the dam of orgasm was breached. Ejaculate spewed from her cunt and splattered with a whoosh on the floor. She howled her happiness, "Uh, woo!"
I pushed a key on my computer to turn the web-camera off. With imagine of my mother's face pleasantly contorted in orgasmic rapture burned into my mind, I stroked my cock with vigor until a frothy outburst of cum spewed forth. A psychedelic haze of white and red flashed behind my shut eyes. A growl of ecstasy surged from my core, "Ahh!"
My plans blew-up as fast as I made them. My mother was able to fly from Indianapolis on Friday, but only as far as L.A., she had to wait until Saturday morning to catch a shuttle flight to Monterey. I ended up on duty Friday anyway and wasn't relieved until noon. I was a horny wreck by then. I couldn't get the image of my mother's blissful orgasmic face out of my mind.
When I arrived at the hotel, I found Mom by the pool on a chaise lounge sporting blue bikini. I paused to gape at her lovely figure. My cock immediately grew hard as I day-dreamed of what it would be like to fuck her. I feared I might have a stroke if the blood kept rushing from my brain to my cock.
Spotting me, she waved and called, "Over here, Baby-boy. "
"Hey," I returned, opening the pool gate.
"Give me a hug," she said opening her arms to receive my embrace. The bikini top created a deep cleavage between her two huge boobs.
I moved between her outstretched arms and gave her a bear hug. I felt her big breasts pressing against my chest. My cock hardened and I pulled her tighter knowing she could feel my hard-on against her pelvic. I lovingly patted her bottom as we broke the embrace, she cocked an eyebrow, but said nothing.
"I'm sorry about your flight delay in L.A." I offered.
"There's no need to apologize, you weren't flying the plane. I got a good night's sleep at the hotel, so I'll be well rested for tonight's activity. Let's go to my room and talk."
She leaned over to pick up her towel. Blue material invaded the crack of her ass. Slipping her index fingers under the leg holes of her bikini beneath each buttock, she pressed the material out of her bottom in a very lady-like fashion. Looking over her shoulder, she caught me watching. She teased, "Enjoying the show?"
"You betcha," I said nodding with a wide smile.
As we headed to the hotel, I followed behind my mother, so I could ogle her ass. In my mind, I willed the blue fabric of her bikini to creep back into the crack of her ass. I smiled as each step seemed to accomplish that very thing. Soon, I could see her white buttock peeking out from her bikini. I carried the garment bag with my dress uniform in such a way as to hide my hard-on as we entered the hotel lobby.
We had to wait for the elevator and I smiled at my mother in the mirrored doors. She smiled back at me. The blue bikini really brought out the blue in her eyes which cast a sultry simmer. Once again she manipulated her forefingers along the inside of her bikini to remove the material from the crack of her ass.
I noticed in the mirror that her maneuver had tightened the material across the front of her bikini and produced a tell-tale camel-toe. My cock grew hard as my lust-filled eyes drank in the contours of her outlined cunt. I wondered about the pleasurable delights hidden just beneath the bikini's material. When Mother giggled, I realized I had been busted. I blushed and swallowed audibly.
The elevator chimed and the doors opened and we entered it. Standing next to the control, Mother pushed the proper floor number. A comfortable silence filled the elevator. We were so familiar with each other we didn't need to talk to communicate. The air was filled with sexual tension that was difficult to give voice to anyway.
With a quiver in her voice, Mother said, "I have really been looking forward to this weekend."
Unable to control myself any longer, I pulled my mother into a tight embrace and kissed her fully on the lips. Instinctively, her lips parted and my tongue penetrated her mouth. For a moment, it gleefully frolicked then entwined with hers. My erection strained against her pubic bone and she lustily ground her pelvis against my hard-on, confirming she wanted me as much as I wanted her.
The doors to the elevator opened with a chime when it arrived at our floor. Mother pushed against my chest breaking our kiss and leaving my mouth burning with fire. Her eyes were wide with wonder and she seemed shocked at her own eager response. She panted with a hushed tone, "We need to go."
Nodding, I followed her down the hall to her room. Peeking down at her posterior, I was pleased to find that her bikini had ridden up her ass again, revealing the undulating curves of her buttocks. I loved to watch the rise and fall of each buttock and the sideways sway of her hips. More blue material inched into her crack. I couldn't believe I could get so hard just by watching my mother walk.
Mother stopped at her room's door and handed me her key-card, but before I could slide it into the keypad she kissed me. Her tongue invaded my mouth and wrestled with mine for a moment. As I tried to pull her into an embrace, she broke our kiss and pushed me back to arm's length. Her blue eyes flared with mixed emotions as she said, "I know you want me, Baby-boy and believe me I want you too. But, we're playing with fire, if we aren't real careful we'll both get burned and scarred. Promise me that when we go into the room that nothing will happen."
I moved to kiss her again, but she turned her head avoiding it.
"Ricky, I mean it."
I sighed, "I promise."
Once in the room, Mother crossed to the sliding door of the balcony and opened it. She stepped outside and looked out over the Pacific. Turning to me, she said, "Isn't it breathing taking."
"You are and the ocean view is nice too," I teased. Joining Mother on the balcony, I started to move beside her, but she stopped me with upturned hand like a traffic cop.
"Just stay there and I'll stay here. We need to talk about some things."
"I know you watched me and Norman the other night," said Mother looking at me. Although, I remained silent, I knew my blush confirmed what she already knew. She continued, "I'm very confused at the moment. Not only about what you watching me having sex, but that I actually wanted you to watch. Knowing you were watching helped me have the most awesome orgasm. What kind of deviant am I?"
"You're not a deviant and you look beautiful when you cum, by the way. Maybe, I'm the pervert. I've wanted have sex with you for so long and I've been so jealous of Norman. I hate him because he gets to have sex with you and I don't. I guess it's an Oedipus thing, but I do love you, Mother, with all my heart."
"And, I love you. Unresolved Oedipus feelings might explain your lust, but it doesn't explain mine. Why am I lusting after my own son?"
"Maybe, it's because you just turned forty. Maybe, it's that whole cougar thing. I don't know. But, I'm glad you want me as bad as I want you. So what are we going to do about it?"
Mother stepped towards me and placed her hand on my cheek. She looked into my eyes to gauge my reaction. She said, "I propose that we make our love relationship a physical one, but only for this weekend. You must understand, it can never be repeated."
"I understand," I said nodding. Then I moved to embrace her, but she put her hand on my chest stopping me.
Shaking her head, she said, "Not so fast tiger. I want our first time to be beautiful and romantic, not a quickie like a couple of lust-filled animals pawing at each other just to get off."
"Just looking at you in that bikini has already given me a case of blue balls," I confessed.
Mother giggled and she took my hand. With a teasing tone she said, "Poor baby, we can't have that, come with me."
"Okay," I choked. As if in a dream I took her hand and followed her back into the hotel room.
She reached behind her neck and untied the string that held the bikini top. Then she yanked the second tie from around her back and pulled the top off. She held the top between her fingers before letting it fall to the floor. Gleefully, she rubbed her just released breasts like a rider rubs down a horse after a hard ride. Her beauty took my breath away. She cupped her breasts. Using the thumb and forefinger of each hand she rolled her nipples between them until they looked hard enough to cut glass. She moaned.
Mother untied the string on each side of her bikini bottoms and they too fell to the floor. She backed up until her buttocks were pressed against the dresser. Then she hopped up on it, her bare breasts swayed from her exertion. She pulled up my knees until they were next to her breasts, spreading her legs wide and presenting me an open invitation. Her pussy lips pouted proudly with yearning and glistened with the promise of wet wonderful pleasure. The aromatic scent of her sex made my nostrils flare. Her voice was thick with lust, "Take your cock out, Ricky, show Mama."


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The future of TV remotes is now
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Is this too much bike?
I am 6ft with a 34" in seem and I am looking at purchasing a 61 cm Kona Zing Supreme. Is this bike too big for me?
I have also been told that a 58 cm would be better.
Some have said it is all in the bike.
Unfortunately I can't get this bike any smaller at this price anywhere else.
I have suffered by purchasing my last road bike too small and I don't want to do it again.
What do you think?
Bike specs shown at link below
hello, welcome.. if you feel it maybe to much for you then maybe it is..
I think you'll be able to ride it just fine and comfortably. The big question though is whether it will deliver the riding experience you want, and that's really hard to guess without throwing a leg over it and going for a spin.
I'm 6' 1" and I ride a 58..
Can you test ride it before you buy?
I'm 6'0" with a 35" inseam (wear 34" pants) and comfortably fit on 62cm (ctc) horizontal TT frames.
Basics : straddle the top tube, flat footed, in bare feet .. how much clearance do you have ?
Lift the front wheel off the floor, how far up can you lift it?
Lets see if I can make this any clearer for the o.p. I am 5'10". 33.5" inseam (32" pants) I am riding a 62cm horizontal top tube road racer. Stand-over is 31.5". I can't stand over it barefoot. We get along fine. The price made it worth the learning curve. OTOH my daily commuter is a 52cm sloping top tube. 350mm seat-post running near its insertion limit. I don't like the look, but, we get along fine. The price made it worth the lost style points.
It depends entirely on the bike, I think. Of my two, one is listed as an 18" frame (45cm), and it feels a bit tall when I am standing over it. One says it's 22.5" (57), and it actually feels a little short. However both bikes look "right", in that I don't dwarf either one.
TLDR, it's going to be all about feel and standover height.
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SummaryDon't get confused, The Dig is a TRUE classic
The GoodThis is one of the last Lucas Arts's adventures that I had it left to play. Due to opinions and comments that I had read about it since long ago, I always thought perhaps it's not a great adventure. I imagined it was a good one, but not enough in order to consider it a classic. Well, my imagination (and much people) couldn't be more wrong: The Dig is amazing and should be an unforgettable classic. The key in The Dig is its atmospheric and intriguing story, unlike most of Lucas Arts's adventures, in which hilarious comedy and crazy-but-sidesplitting puzzles constitute their cores (Monkey Islands, Sam & Max, etc.). But The Dig has a gameplay with excellent puzzles and dialogues too…
In The Dig we take the role of Boston Low, a commander in charge of an expedition toward an asteroid which is on trajectory of collision with the Earth. Needless to say, all isn't what it seems to be, and together with his crew, the journalist Maggie Robbins and the geologist/archaeologist Dr. Ludger Brink, he initiates a fascinating adventure in a mysterious alien world. The story is full of surprises (but don't worry, I'm not going to reveal anything), and the involved-in-mystery ambience remains throughout the game. There is no moment to be bored. There are always something to explore, try and talk. Since the emphasis of the game is put in the story, and this, in turn, emphasizes the relationship between the protagonists, one would expect the dialogues offer more than some clues of puzzles and simple comments in order to "advance" through the plot: sure enough, the writers did a surprising job which surpasses any expectation. Conversations with our co-protagonist and thoughts of each one are excellently written, adding personality, emotion, humor and credibility to them and to the story. The adopted style for dialogues is similar to the one in George Lucas and Steven Spielberg's adventure movies such as Indy, and Jurassic Park, that is, with enough seriousness to be convincing in dramatic moments, but also with lots of funny and unconcerned comments in order to make the adventure relaxing and amusing, without to be a comedy. Although The Dig's tone is some more serious than above films (Indy, especially), I think they serve like an example. Besides, the whole storytelling looks like directed by Spielberg, and not only dialogues, so such movies should give you also a general idea of how is the story's unfolding in The Dig: astonishing at every instant!
The gameplay is as engrossing as its story. Although the game's mechanics is similar to other LucasArts's adventures (something good by itself), it's surprising how the designers accomplished that every action were truly an important and convincing part of the story. Puzzles are very diverse, and they require exploring, talking and combining items. They are challenging (but intuitive), clever and gratifying. There is no frustration; here, there is a story to tell first, by means of a perfectly integrated to the story and its world gameplay. "To play" The Dig is a pleasure.
The audio-video aspect is an essential part in The Dig: not only it helped to sell a few more copies, but also to create an atmosphere as immersive as very few games (independently genre and age) could reach. Its graphics are simply fabulous. The exquisitely illustrated and animated landscapes, characters' animations like cartoons, and the excellent cut-scenes join to make a cinematographic experience from beginning to end. Together with Full Throttle, The Dig originated the "movie style" in graphic adventures. Equally grandiose is the audio side. The entire game is enriched by an highest quality (artistic and technic) audio labor: clear-cut environmental sounds, characters' every action are recreated with proper sounds, etc. Continuing with "cinematographic experience", the speech work is first class as well, and it's not a simple accessory as in other adventures. This task was performed with a professionalism and quality comparable to any movie which I referred to before. And I don't mean only professional actors (which certainly are professionals, like Robert Patrick), but also the whole team behind this aspect (director, editor, etc.). The musical selection is outstanding, and it couldn't be more appropriate: whether you ear the subtle music-sounds tunes that accompanies us on the outer space, which convey the infinite and intimidating greatness of space, or relaxing and reflexive melodies at the seashore, or emotional choral compositions, your ears (and your spirits) will be rewarded at every moment. Definitely, this point of the game is a strong one.
The Bad
The Bottom LineIt's a shame that much people ignore this game because it was underestimated and forgotten by others with absolute injustice. The Dig is a brilliant experience that dives us masterfully in a strange, but beautiful alien world, full of secrets and surprises. Believe me, it's truly worth it.
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Directing Change Student Video Contest Letter
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Dear County and District Superintendents and Charter School Administrators:
The California Department of Education is pleased to support the Directing Change Student Video Contest sponsored by the California Mental Health Services Authority (CalMHSA).
The contest is part of a collaborative statewide effort to prevent suicide, reduce stigma and discrimination related to mental illness, and promote the mental health and wellness of students. This statewide social marketing campaign invites high school students to create a 60-second public service announcement in one of two categories: suicide prevention or mental illness stigma reduction.
One winner will be selected in each of the 11 regions of the California County Superintendents Educational Services Association. Finalists will move on to a statewide finale and awards ceremony in Sacramento at the end of the school year.
For each student submission, schools will be entered into a drawing for a free suicide prevention program. Students should submit their work to an advisor from their school who can review the video for content by February 1, 2014. Cash prizes of $500 will be awarded to student teams creating the winning videos; an additional $500 will be awarded to the schools attended by the winning teams.
Many California students suffer in silence and become alienated when facing a mental illness. This contest represents a unique opportunity for students to become involved in raising awareness about student mental health issues and helping their peers be better informed about mental health and wellness, stigma and discrimination, and youth suicide.
I applaud the efforts of the CalMHSA for including students as critical stakeholders in the Directing Change campaign and for calling attention to the way lives are altered by mental illness and youth suicide. I encourage all school staff to promote this contest among their students, and I am hopeful that students will be inspired to join in the movement to raise awareness about mental health and youth suicide.
If you have any questions regarding this subject, please contact Monica Nepomuceno, Education Programs Consultant, Educational Options, Student Support, and American Indian Education Office, by phone at 916-323-2212 or by e-mail at firstname.lastname@example.com.
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I never knew following dreams could be this lonely,
But up on the hill, looking back, thank God I'm not the old me.
If the tears will fall, let them be;
I believe this is God's plan, follow your dreams.
Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013
They hate you because your you
They make up lies and call it true
They're fake behind your back
Hoping someday that you'll crack.
They hate you because your real.
no matter what they say you always heal
They're surprised to see you rise,
That you're not affected by all these lies
They hate you because you smile at them
It shows them that your a real gem
You are always true and do your best :)
Sometimes these haters just cant test
They hate you for no reason
Despite it all, you smile
whatever the reason
At the end of the day
All i'm gonna say
All i plan to be
-Sanderline Fleury :)
Copyright © Sanderline Fleury | Year Posted 2013
You made the mistake and now,
your afraid to face this day.
Your thoughts are racing through
and through.
You wonder if your family looks at
you as a disgrace, but you'er mother
takes you and reasures, your very
much loved in grace.
Even though your much to young
for this breathing little thing this
has become.
You couldn't just throw it out
like it was a peice of trash.
So you grow up and take the
path that led you to your best
mistake for years to come.
Copyright © Emily Kroeger | Year Posted 2009
Daddy will you hold me and
Tell me I'll be okay?
Will you whisper in my ear
All the things you used to say
Will you squeeze me tight,
And call me your little girl?
Daddy will you make me laugh
And still give me the world?
Daddy just hold me close,
Please never let me drop
Keep me under your wing,
And please never ever stop
Daddy please I'm hurt
Don't you see me lying here
Come back and make it all okay
Please come chase away this fear
Daddy hold me close to you
I want to feel your heart
Say you'll never ever let me go
And never say we'll part
Tears streaming down my face
Daddy please come here
I need you more than ever now
Daddy please just hold me near
Hold me tightly in your arms
I'm begging, "please don't let go"
I still need you Daddy
I just thought you'd like to know
Daddy please I want you
Can't you see me cryin'?
Look daddy way down here
Your little girl is dyin'
Daddy please I'm falling now
Wont you hold me tighter?
This monster is pulling me down
Please make this burden lighter
Daddy please come help me
Can't you hear me screaming?
Don't leave me here now
With my tears still falling, streaming
Why don't you look at me?
Daddy please I'm scared
You saved all the other ones
Why wont MY soul be spared
Daddy please come back
In my heart I miss you
Just comfort me Daddy please
With all the things you used too
Daddy please I miss you
And I'm at my last resort
I'm sorry, but I can't go on
This is my sad report
Your little girl is missing
Please tell me that you see.
Why don't you put to rest,
This pain that's running through me
All I want is you Daddy
So please come just take me home
All I want is you Daddy
I'm so tired of being alone
Daddy why won't you look at me
Why don't you care?
Why did you kiss the rest?
But me you did not dare
Daddy hold me close and
Call me your little girl
Tell me it will be okay and
That you'll still give me the world
Tell me that you love me
Just tell me that you do
And whisper in my ear
All the things you used to
Daddy please hold me closer
I'm starting to slip through
Just please don't let me go
I can't do all this without you
Look into my eyes and
Tell me what you see
Tell me that you care and
Still want to set me free
Daddy will you hold me
And catch all of my tears
Daddy will you help me and
Chase all of my fears
Copyright © Amanda Hirter | Year Posted 2006
I am the hypocritical Christian.
I say I follow Christ,
But I'm still consumed by my demons.
I go to church on Sunday,
But I refuse to invite someone back.
I want to serve on mission,
But I'm too afraid to act.
They think I read The Bible,
But I just fall asleep in it.
They think I'm positivity and smiles,
But underneath I'm death and addictions.
They think I'm clean and pure,
But I'm broken and mistaken.
I say I'm not worthy of His love,
But Jesus will never let me be forsaken.
I pray long prayers,
But inside they're empty repetition.
It might look as if my faith is strong,
But my core is too easily shaken.
I say the things I'm supposed to say,
But don't follow His actions or obey.
I speak the truth the church wants to hear,
But deep inside on matters I don't know what to believe.
I walk in shame as if I'm not good enough
To be loved by God and saved through Christ,
But there is nothing I could ever do to earn His peace;
It's a free gift.
I accept;
Now forgiven, changed, and released.
Thank You God,
Thank You Jesus,
Thank You Holy Spirit!
In Jesus' Holy Name,
We pray,
As I place the pen
on paper
my soul beings
to bleed
upon the pages
my secret longings
hopes and dreams
of which I hope to be,
how I want to reflect me
transpire into the universe
within my poetic lyricism
the warm sweet smoke
of my vega blunt
swirls about me, flickers
in and out of motion
as the vanilla candle nearby
fights the shadows in my room
the cool summer breeze
from my window
carries dancing sinsemilla
fog around me, allowing
my mind
to adventure elsewhere
into the nights abyss
of minutes, turned to hours
I write
pages, of words
scribbling my life, struggles
and fears
Bob Marley and Lauryn Hills
"turn your lights down low"
beat inspirational peacefulness
on my eardrums
my small hands delicately pluck
my imaginary guitar strings
as I join her in a solo, Miss Hill's
magical voice cracks
with emotion, and my soul
tingles with excitement
For creativity flows
within my veins
I breath real music, such as
she, as soon as daylight opens
thine dark brown eyes to see
The poetic flowetry, carries me
and speaks to me
the notes capture my inner
disturbance and desires
until the soundtrack of my day
takes me into Summers night
thoughts of my dreams
of being a published poet
clearly float
into my sight
Then, I sit
as I place my pen
upon the paper
black and white turn to one
and my soul bleeds
onto pages
into an early sun
Copyright © Heather Hill | Year Posted 2010
She's broken.
She just wanted her thoughts to be spoken.
For her words to mean something,
For her words to be affecting.
But she feels worthless.
Her dream was to become an actress,
to inspire others ti achieve their dreams,
but she had fallen in the streams.
She lost all of her hope,
having no way to cope.
She wakes up every morning,
ready to start acting.
She puts on her mask,
hoping for someone to ask,
hoping for someone to realize
how long this has been going on, and apologize.
Yet no one seems to care,
she feels like she shouldn't be there.
Since no one seems to notice her,
that is what she has inferred.
But then someone spoke up,
noticed how she was lost like a pup.
So they decided to help,
she first yelped.
For she never knew how to accept,
she only knew she wept.
Later, she saw light,
and shone bright.
She finally saw that she was someone,
not a no one,
but she meant something.
She was finally acknowledging
Her true beauty,
she found her true duty,
to help others,
and make things better.
Copyright © Ana Jusino | Year Posted 2013
You look at me,
And think you see
Another stereotypical teen
Who drinks, gets high,
And tries to make life easy,
But you're wrong.
That's not me.
I refuse to let the world take over and control my mind,
And I refuse to do the drugs that kick me from behind.
I'm not going to ruin my life with friends that teach me wrong.
When they start drinking I wont go along.
I've seen what its done, and how it's changed the people around me
And I've decided that's someone I don't want to be.
I want to have a family and a life full of prosperity.
I want my children to grow up and have a life of variety.
So to keep from all this confusion and have a dream that is realistic
I wont take the drugs or drink alcohol
And avoid being another stupid statistic.
Copyright © Kelsey Kopec | Year Posted 2006
My Parents Did Their Best To Raise Me
As a child, my parents did their best to raise me.
Teaching me about God, because they loved me!
They taught me God's ways,.
This was their intention.
They read the Bible,
with an undivided attention.
Each day I awoke. I was glad mom
and dad where there.
Especially when we gathered
around the table in prayer.
The many times we spent together I haven't forgot.
I'm so thankful for the Christian values taught.
The values helped shape me into
what I am today.
And have helped keep me on "the narrow way."
I believe many of these values
are being discarded.
Even before many families are being started.
A respect for God's word seems
to be a thing of the past.
It's no wonder many relationships don't last.
God's principles must be our daily ambition.
His love must be our rock and a TRUE foundation!
We must seek his purpose
and divine way of living.
It's HIS example that must be our way of giving!
Giving to others kindness and love
that binds us as one.
Through the witness we have in Christ… His son!
May God bless our hearts and
homes in one accord.
As we give our attention
to Jesus Christ our Lord!
By Jim Pemberton 10/01/11
Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2011
The man with the plastic bug in his head
monopolized my dreams last night
in the place that the horsefly of my dignity
finally surrender to the impresario without a fight.
Seven days and 7 hours transplanted in my memorabilia
reminding the rustiness of the purple child
flatterers danced beneath the clouds of melancholy
and morality spreader the master plan inside my mind.
The disinheritance of my immortality the final day
discouraged my desire to see the forbidden love
restored my will to escape
manipulated the deep of the uncertainty above.
Released from the plastic bug in my head
try to cover my yellow child in the purple sky
seven days and seven hours before he dies.
Copyright © Teddy Frustiente | Year Posted 2009
If I had over 10,000 dreams
You'd be the only thing my mind could see
Judgment couldn't be real
Succumbing to the fear of this cold life
Find a way to break through
The self-destruction of wordly delusions
Don't tell me I've lived so long in a lovely illusion
Break me down until we find a Nirvanic state
Then bring me a savior from transgressions
An atoning sacrifice
Send down to me a messenger for me to submit to
Bring me the truth to break through The delusion
Bring me the messenger to explain it all
And let me leave behind
Sorrow's caressing the earth
The caliphate stole my heart
Without a will to fight
But I have the Means to be free
I'll try to go with the word I believe
But so many stones to be thrown
Stakes to burn, limbs to break
Faces to hate, scorns to taste
Will I have the will to die
Despite all of the tears no one will cry
Sorrow's caressing the earth
The caliphate stole my heart
Broke my will
Safetefied my soul
Martyr for the Unorthodox word
Sorrow's caressing the earth
The caliphate stole my heart
Without a will to fight
But I have the Means to be free
I'll try to go with the word I believe
But so many stones to be thrown
Stakes to burn, limbs to break
Faces to hate, scorns to taste
Will I have the will to die
Despite all of the tears no one will cry
Sorrow's caressing the earth
The caliphate stole my heart
Broke my will
Safetefied my soul
Martyr for the Unorthodox word
Copyright © Wyatt Loethen | Year Posted 2012
There is nothing left for me to do on this earth,
I have said and done my dues for this world that's so cursed.
Every move I make is for you my king of kings and lord of lords,
Make me new and purify my heart and soul, hear my word.
It seems like every move I make now is all to get myself ready,
Ready to step into your holy presence all so steady.
I can't live without you my lord,
Without you I get really really board.
I can't walk this road alone,
Take my hand and walk me through all these stones.
Guid my soul, so that I can wall into the holy of holies,
This prayer should say it all God, I'm yours for ever once again.
Copyright © Roman Chebukin | Year Posted 2012
She cried, She died inside over and over again, She was trapped in herself
and she had no way of escaping. Taking drugs to dull the mud that's been in her
for years. She's so far away from reality that it's like she is constantly
She has to remind herself what's fictional and what's fact because the
hallucinations wouldn't let her breath, they'd lie to her every chance she gets.
Turning her mom into a monster not butterflies suddenly this high becomes a
nightmare. One she had been fighting for so long, 16 and still traveling the same
rode as so many younger than her. She didn't listen to all the voices that tried to
tell her what she was missing because truly reality is the thing that makes life
worth living. To her reality was the guy who had raped her constantly when she was
young, Why choose reality when you could live in a dream world where everything had
excuses. Not only could she not recognize the girl who cried constantly in the
mirror but she'd done so many things to herself that even her eyes were a different
It hurt so bad not to remember so she continued to fade until soon it seemed
In an idiotical world where there were always smiles, It wasn't until she got help
that she realized the real world was never always pleasant. It was filled with hate
and lies and pain but that's something real and something she needed to face.
Something she needed to open her eyes to, life would never be cake and she couldn't
have her victory without tasting poison at least once. So when the tears dried and
the wounds healed she signed up for a special thing a thing called GED and she got
Copyright © Shahana Jackson | Year Posted 2005
Lord grant me the power to achieve my goal in life
To have pain and turn it into something good
I have pain of being raped
It was such a shock that this was happening to me in such rage of these people
I never thought it would happen to me
I had heard about millions of people getting hurt like me
All these people who hurt little ones or anybody really should burn
Where as us all should be set free
Ones that have tried to confront these people, just turned out to be ignored
I stand where I had prove of this horrible happening
I confront these two people
I was investigated by this whole thing
I pray that I put these two people away
Even though I had confront them I guess I was chosen to have depression
The main thing is whatever happens
The lord is here to guide me, but not just me, all of you, the whole world!
These two people was put in prison for a long period of time
What they did was a crime
I know the Lord wants me to forgive them
It will take time but someday I will
I say to all of you,
If this ever happens to you, have faith and turn to God!
I now am in college and trying to get a job
Working on my poetry
That helps me through my depression and writing my poetry, that is one way to
speak to God
My goal in life is to believe in God, and keep my faith in him
Copyright © Ashley Scott | Year Posted 2005
Can I let you go?
Will you be okay?
Where you're headed now...to a better place
Listen to my words of forgiveness
relieving this pain
I'd give anything to have you back again
To hold you once more in my arms,
one more day of happiness
you now dwell within my heart
Your innocent smile is forever a distant memory,
and the times that we share
are precious treasures that I spend reliving
The Shadow of Death
Took you in just one breath
Why must it be?
I cry behind this closed door,
searching desperately
for an answer,
yet all I feel is an emptiness inside...
despair haunts me forevermore
Why did you have to go?
Why did you have to leave?
Why does this have to hurt?
Cancer robbed thy life from thee...
Why must it be?
Fly away Angel Child of Mine
Trod thy broken paths,
roam away,
fly and be free...
Why must it be?
Copyright © Cayla Carr | Year Posted 2012
You don't have to live…
Like you did before!
I can give you my love…
And so much more!
You don't have to keep on
"bringing up the past…"
I will give you a peace and joy
that will forever last!"
The chains you once had…
No longer have to hold you down.
I will pick you up and plant you
on solid ground!
You don't have to live the way
that you once lived…
An abundance of forgiveness and mercy
is what I freely give!
You no longer have to live a life
that is filled with fear…
I will always be your best friend.
I am always here!
You can come to me for a love
that is worth finding…
My promises are forever.
You need no reminding!
You can be a new creation.
Old things passed away.
I am that I am. And I can change
your life TODAY!
I am Jesus. Your provider.
The all-sufficient one.
My arms are wide open for you…
Won't you come???
By Jim Pemberton
I am free to: Love,
Give up,
Never stop untill I achivemy goal's,
Live life,
Have the will not to hate,
Never give up,
Go down the wrong path,
To choose the right one,
To worship you, Lord!
~The Light~
I remember the first time
Voices in my head getting way too loud
Just a little girl unable to enjoy the world around me
I thought there was no way out
Almost took the easy way out
Then I saw something shining at the end of a long dark tunnel
It gave me hope
A reason to believe
As long as I kept my focus on
~The Light~
Thirteen and so very young
Afraid to tell a soul
About the demons in my head
I thought that I had to deal with them
For myself by myself
Until I slipped and told a friend
Finding out she heard them sometimes too
Helped me feel a little better
It is just too bad she never had a chance to see
Brightness at the end of her tunnel
After she moved away
She just gave up
Walking away from
~The Light ~
I felt so bad
Yet I managed to hide the pain
I always felt inside
Even in my darkest hours
With many attempts behind me
I kept hoping to see
~The Light~
It is beautiful to see how a family can rescue
Their fallen
Just not giving up
Always feeling their unconditional love
Knowing they were there
It all helped me walk out of that dark tunnel
~The Light~
Now I firmly believe it is possible
For the most troubled soul
To find a way out
Without taking the easy way
With love and support
I know you can do it too
As you go through life's journey
Wherever it may take you
Always remember to look for and
~The Light ~
By: Jean Shular
Copyright © Jean Bonella | Year Posted 2009
She turned to see the look in his eyes
Then bowed her head and turned to cry.
For she knew in her heart he would never be hers
Her feelings could not be put into words.
All she felt was the urge to die,
But there she stood and wondered why.
Why couldn't he feel the same way?
Could she make it through another day?
She never felt a feeling so strong
But then her friends had proved her wrong.
They reminded her of all the guys
Who in the past had made her cry.
But she had so easily got over them,
Why couldn't she get over HIM?
Was it his smile,
Or his everlasting gaze,
That made her heart become ablaze?
AS the weeks slowly passed
Anther guy's heart she grasped.
Yet she did not feel the same way,
That phrase 'i love you' seemed so cliche.
So she never said it back,
And her love for him forever lacked.
So in this circle that never ends,
Another door opens
And passion begins.
Copyright © Kelsey Kopec | Year Posted 2007
God has a plan,
And it is out of my hands.
Lord thank you for this life,
As I have lived a full life,
It was not always as I would have like,
But I lived it to the best of what I could,
I'm going home; Home to the place I want to be,
I'm going home to Jesus where He waits for me,
I have been a long weary believer,
As I've been away to long,
I now know what I've been searching for,
As He's been there in me all along,
I'm going home; Home is the place I want to be,
I'm going home to Jesus where He waits for me,
I have been and seen lots of places in life's journey,
Now I yearn for familiar faces in familiar places,
I hear familiar voices calling me to come home,
I see familiar faces looking at me,
I'm going home; Home is the place I want to be,
I'm going home to Jesus where He waits for me,
My time is near, the hour I know not,
I see Jesus' face across the Heaven's,
I hear His soft sweet voice calling me home,
I can't wait for my real life to begin,
I'm going home; Home is the place I want to be,
I'm going home to Jesus where He waits for me.
By; Rev. Samuel and Esta Mack, OMS
Copyright 2011
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Copyright © Rev. Dr. Samuel Mack OMS DD | Year Posted 2011
You women
Know how to make
The best of what you've got in you
You do it everyday in your life
Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2013
Because tears are meant
To be a symbol of strength
Even in hard days.
It's hard doing something different.
It's difficult staying yourself.
In a world so accustomed to conformity,
It feels nearly impossible to be unique
As the one He created you to be.
How do we find the strength?
How do we find the courage?
How do we find the bravery?
Where do we defeat fear?
Well, He's hanging on The Cross
Giving life to you and me.
Thank You Jesus!
Let us not forget
With Christ,
Nothing is impossible,
For with God,
All things are possible!
Thank You Father!
Thank You!
We give our lives to You!
We are Yours!
Praise You forever
And forevermore!
In Jesus' Name,
We pray,
Our Country's Soul Is Being "Torn Apart"
The very soul of America is being "torn apart."
It's a problem that's striking at our very heart.
There's a "blowing wind." A "time for change."
As the country's moral fabric is being "rearranged."
As many question what the true meaning of life is for…
Many don't seem to know what's wrong or right anymore!
As so much pornography is allowed into our homes…
The moral decay is "eating" right at "the bones."
Many have a hard time "defining what marriage is."
So many are really "messed up" in how they live!
The news seems to be "fascinated" by man's depravity…
Leaving a huge vacuum of a monstrous "moral cavity."
Many who attend church want what's
"soothing to their ears."
A God of holiness and righteousness
is what they "fear!"
As we look around as to what our society is becoming…
God's judgement is soon! It is surely coming!
We must come back and leave all of our "false idols!"
We must come back to the God of the Bible!
Jesus must be our cord of love the forever binds!
It's only in him can we find true love for our minds!
It's only in Jesus that we can find a purpose and meaning!
It's only in him that we need to put our
trust and start believing!
He is and always will be the right choice to be taken…
Without him, our country's is "doomed and forsaken."
He brings healing and righteousness
"beneath his wings…
He is what we truly need!
He is our EVERYTHING!
By Jim Pemberton
Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2012
Why I love the Prophet Muhammad
(SallAllahu 'alaihi wa sallam)
If you ask me, why do I love him, the
Prophet Muhammad (May Peace be upon him) -
I love him because he cared about us
Muslims, and loving him is a condition –
If you love Allah, then love the Prophet
Muhammad – Allah loved him very much.
He was Allah's Final Messenger, and
The hearts of many did his mercy touch.
His beautiful character makes me admire
Him – his trustworthiness and honesty –
Even before he became God's Prophet,
Disbelievers knew that he was trustworthy.
I love the Prophet Muhammad because
Of good manners he was the best example.
I love how he was patient throughout his life
And how his morals were never skeptical.
He cared about his nation too, thus he taught
Us what we should know about our religion.
When given the chance he'd always educate,
Blessing us with advice through his companions.
As a father and grandfather, the Prophet
Muhammad was kind and tender loving.
His mercy to the poor, widows and orphans –
His good treatment of them is too astounding.
His tolerance, even to non-Muslim
Neighbors, is also something to be admired.
His mercy too was further manifest
Through his kind treatment of the slaves he hired.
As a leader – he was charismatic,
As a warrior – marked with strength and bravery,
As a family man – full of mercy,
And a husband who treated his wives fairly –
As a friend – he was accommodating –
Full of cheer, he brought smiles to people's faces –
Respectful to the old, and kind towards the young –
Mercy was the Prophet Muhammad's basis.
I love how he was merciful – and because
Of his mercy, he always tried to guide.
I love how he struggled to obey Allah,
And how he remained patient all through his life.
I love how he was able to do so much –
So many good deeds, despite his simple life –
How he could survive on mere dates and water,
And yet stand for long hours when praying at night.
I love how he was so thankful to Allah –
How he was always ready to sacrifice.
I love how his character was dignified –
How he was strong and gentle at the same time.
I love the patience of Prophet Muhammad –
In worshipping Allah, in fasting, and praying –
His patience in helping Muslims, and in hard times,
And how he was merciful and forgiving.
Because of my love for Prophet Muhammad,
I try to follow him – and say "you should too" –
If you truly love Allah, then love Muhammad –
Let your following him make your love more true.
O' Allah, help us obey you, and help us
Follow Muhammad – in this world and to Heaven –
Grant us his companionship in Paradise,
And freedom to drink from his blessed fountain.
Miriam / Mariam Mababaya
Copyright © Mariam Mababaya | Year Posted 2012
In His Arms, He holds me tight
And whispers sweetness in my ear.
It's everything I've been longing to hear:
"Everything will be alright."
The Family That God Gave to Me
I think about the family,
that God gave to me...
And think about where
they'll spend eternity!
I think about the good times,
that we've had.
And the trials we've faced...
Both good and bad!
God helped us to overcome
adversity together!
And proved his faithfulness...
Today and forever!
He showed us the Godly path,
that we should follow...
And promised to be with us!
Today and tomorrow!
He's proven how
much he loves us!
And how much that he
cares for us!
Thank you my lord,
for all you do!
Where would we be?
If not for you?
You've proven yourself
over and over again!
Thank you so much,
for being our friend!
By Jim Pemberton
Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2013
It's not a lesson to be taught
Or a skill to be acquired
It's the nudge to move forward
Open when the time is right
It's the spirit inside
God leading on the way
On the journey to discover
He is all you need
It's the courage to let go
Say yes instead of no
Reveal what you've been holding back
As Jesus takes the wheel
It's the realization that it doesn't matter
What others think of you
God leads you where you're meant to be
Just allow you to be you
It's the standing up to fear
Proclaiming "fear's not gonna win!"
The battle has been fought too long
Time to let the stalemate end
It's the inspiration you've been holding
For others and for yourself
The light we've been dimming
Rather than shining on His behalf
It's the spontaneity in the decision
To follow His call all the way
Discovering peace in being you
Wide open as the perfect creation you are
The world out there is brutal
But there's a Holy Man holding out His Hand
His bravery now is all we have
But His bravery of love is all we need
May God bless you!
Your face,
Made a fake smile, (you said)
I love you,
I need you,
I want you just for a while,
You told me,
That I made you smile,
All the things you said to me,
Are just words now,
How can we love,
When you love me for yourself,
(This Aint Love)
Chorus: 2x
What are we doin,
If this love ain't real,
What is this feeling,
That I feel,
I'm broken in emotion,
I'm broken in love, (you said)
I need you,
I want you
You're the only one,
I'm thinkin of, (so tell me)
How can we love,
When there's always someone else,
(This Aint Love)
Chorus 2x
How can we love,
When there's always someone else,
How can we make up,
When you only love me for yourself,
verse #3:
You got me imprisoned,
Inside your heart,
When kissed
I felt, Like we,
Would never be apart,
chorus 2x
Copyright © Anthony Scandrick II | Year Posted 2012


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Friday night's Jimmy Kimmel live featured a popular segment called " Unnecessary Censorship" that takes clips from news and entertainment, and adds censors to words that wouldn't normally need them. A promo between the Big Show and Alberto del Rio from this week's episode of Friday Night Smackdown was used.
Kimmel has used WWE clips for the segment before, most noteably a promo between Undertaker and Triple H, and one between CM Punk and Chris Jericho.


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Calling all Suicide Squad fans — remember that time Batman rode the top of the Joker's car and the Clown Prince of Crime banged his head on the window? No? Well, how about when the Joker and Ike Barinholtz's prison guard hashed it out in the backroom of a casino? Nope. Neither do we. Despite featuring heavily in the trailers, none of these scenes made it to the final cut of Suicide Squad.
This isn't particularly unusual. After all, Jared Leto recently revealed that an entire new movie could be made out of the deleted footage he shot, so it makes sense that cuts needed to be made. However, one particular fan took offence to this, vocally declaring on Reddit that he's already set plans in motion to sue Warner Bros & DC Entertainment for false advertising.
Why Is This Reddit User Suing Warner Bros.?
Reddit user BlackPanther2016 wrote;
"Suicide Squad trailers showcased several SPECIFIC Joker scenes that I had to pay for the whole movie just so that I can go watch those SPECIFIC SCENES that WB/DC had advertised in their trailers and TV spots...Non [sic] of these scenes were in the movie. I drove 300 miles to London to go watch these specific scenes they had explicitly advertised in their TV ads...and they didn't show them to me."
I can't help but question why BlackPanther2016 drove 300 miles to watch Suicide Squad when he probably could have found a showing far closer. However, there is something to be said for the disappointment fans feel when their favorite moments from blockbuster trailers don't appear in the theatrical release.
After all, the Joker is a fan favorite character, yet Leto's performance was heavily cut to the point where he barely appeared at all, despite being featured extensively throughout all of the promotional material for Suicide Squad.
That's not the only reason that BlackPanther2016 is mad though:
"I wasted alot of money paying and travelling to go watch this movie because of these specific scenes they had advertised to me and all of us saying, "hey, check out our preview! this will all be in our movie, come watch it on the 5th!!". All lies. I'm now taking this to court. I want my refund, the trauma of being embarrassed as I was being kicked out and people laughing at me for wanting my refund, and also the 160 pounds of fuel money I used to drive to London from Scotland."
I wouldn't have laughed at BlackPanther2016 if I were one of his fellow cinema-goers. Quite frankly, one does not mess with the King of Wakanda.
BlackPanther2016 ends the post with a plea for camaraderie from fellow film fans who may feel as cheated as him by this 'false advertising' from Warner Bros:
"If you advertise something...give me what you have advertised. Period. This is becoming a habit with movie studios, showing epic scenes in trailers...but their never shown in the movies. It's unjust. I just want to say, join me if you feel the same way. Let's stop this nonsense of false bullsh**ery...and don't let them bribe you with their "deluxe premium special directors gold extended edition supreme cut" nonsense. You should get what they advertised as their first theatre showing and what you have paid for based on what they have showed you in their advertisements."
Whether you feel that BlackPanther2016 is justified or not in suing Warner Bros., his anger is certainly symptomatic of a wider issue that recently came to the fore with the release of Batman V Superman: Dawn of Justice' Ultimate Edition.
See also:
- 'Suicide Squad' - Jared Leto Asks Why Leading Men Can't Be Gay
- 'Suicide Squad' Reviews: Where Does WB's Latest Rank In The DCEU?
- Cupcakes & Condoms: Jared Leto Finally Explains Why He Sent Joker-Inspired Gifts On The Set of 'Suicide Squad'
Does BlackPanther2016 Have A Case?
When directors cut a trailer together, are they implicitly promising us that this content should appear for certain in the final release? Do studios deliberately hold back deleted footage just so they can make more money when they release their films in the home market with all of these enticing extras?
While it's easy to be cynical here, we should bear in mind that it is common practice to remove scenes from trailers in the final cut of a movie upon theatrical release. After all, promos are released long before directors and studios decide what should be included in the final edit of a film, so occasionally, scenes glimpsed in official trailers eventually fall by the wayside in the cutting room.
Because of this, Warner Bros. could argue that their marketing was never deliberately misleading, which suggests that BlackPanther2016's allegations could fall through rather quickly. However, the Reddit user reports that the case has already made it to the evaluation stage, where courts will consider whether his accusations are worth pursuing further on August 11.
Is It So Bad If Some Trailer Scenes Never Make It To The Final Cut?
As frustrating as it is to see some of the Joker's memorable trailer scenes disappear from the final film, this isn't the first time that comic book movie fans have had to deal with these kind of changes. Fantastic Four featured a number of exciting set-pieces in its trailer that never saw the light of day in cinemas, including that climatic moment when the Thing air-dropped into a military base. X-Men: Apocalypse conspicuously left mall scenes on the cutting room floor too.
When scenes are included specifically to drum up excitement for a film, it's hard not to be disappointed when they magically disappear on the way to cinemas — although few fans are likely to react the same way as BlackPanther2016. On the plus side though, trailers that showcase the tone of a movie without actually revealing specific moments can only be a good thing for those who hate spoilers.
Whether you agree with this practice or not, it's important to remember that trailers are never supposed to be the exact same as the final movies. They're just snapshots that provide a glimpse of what's to come.
Whatever you feel on the matter, it's still exciting to see which scenes will be added to an extended cut of Suicide Squad when it eventually arrives on DVD and Blu-Ray. Perhaps they'll even include this soon to be iconic ditty sung by none other than the Clown Prince of Crime himself.
How do you feel about studios leaving trailer scenes on the cutting room floor?


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I took these fotos two and a half years ago . . . February 2011, and posted others I took here. But last night
I read that the vessel is currently anchored just outside Murmansk and the crew awaiting
word on which among them will be charged with piracy.
Maybe the crew can seek asylum in . . Michigan?
Another unrelated update: Sailing Cargo . . . New Yorkers can order Vermont products now to arrive by ship in late October.
Click here for an account of gallivants in and around Ocracoke and Hatteras Inlets as well as my connection to these waters. Beaufort Inlet–near Cape Lookout–is scheduled for some depth maintenance these days with Marinex Construction excavating what McFarland count not extract. Katherine Weeks enters the inlet from sea with a light scow.
The only USACE presence I saw was Snell. USACE awarded Marinex the contract to subtract a half million tons of sand from beneath these waves.
I believe this is cutterhead/pipleine dredge Savannah, connected by pipeline to this
scow and loading equipment.
When Katherine tows the loaded scow out–here past Sea Quest II, a dive boat (more on that later)
Na Hoku-formerly a K-Sea vessel—
tails. The Sea Knight helicopter
just happened overhead. I'd love the view from a helicopter here.
Once through the narrow inlet, Katherine heads out for the dumping area and Na Hoku returns to its holding station.
Who knew the inlet could be this busy . . . l to r: Grace Moran, Aurora, Na Hoku, and Salamina1. More on the last one on that list tomorrow. Aurora, listed as a sulphur carrier, carries PotashCorp colors.
Potash Corp has their big mine about 35 miles from here, as the pelicans fly.
Chief is clearly a Marinex tug.
I'm not sure the ID of the inbound vessel here passing Chief, here heading out to the dredge.
I can't say for certain about that dive boat early on and whether the divers had been on Queen Anne's Revenge, but there've been lots of salvage activity around the Inlet in recent days.
All fotos by Will Van Dorp.
Here's the engine order telegraph and a bit of uniform. Guess the vessel? Doubleclick enlarges fotos.
Here's more signage. Identification later in the post.
And a closeup of the topsail furling system of Etoile, one of the French schooners.
More brass and brightwork on Etoile.
And the guard of the passerelle.
Not far away, crew on this vessel looked less inviting. Guess the nationality?
Canadian. She's guarding HMCS Iroquois, built in the same Quebec town as Mathilda!
Here was Iroquois last Wednesday converging with other vessels in the sixth boro, and
here she is nose to nose with USCGC (WLB 202) Willow, alternatively captured by bowsprite.
From the bridge deck of Argus, looking over the stern and toward the west . . . Governors Island and New Jersey beyond. Along the horizon near the south tip of Governors Island . . . those are the cranes of Bayonne and even fainter beyond that Port Elizabeth.
Here's the view from the forward positioned bridge. Back in 2007 I caught these fotos of Oslo Express, the only bridge-forward container vessel I can recall seeing in the sixth boro.
Here's a bit more info on Argus. My tour guide and globalsecurity.org describe Argus as the only vessel in the world to have a CT scanner. As it turns out, she also has a cat. This is Simon, and yes . . . Simon went off duty decades ago, but his healing presence in the hospital lives on. More sobering, Argus has patient monitors that allow patients to have a chance to survive IED-caused triple amputations.
Nearing dusk, yesterday afternoon . . . the Brooklyn vessels as seen from the water: stern of Seneca, Shirane, the French Belle Poule and Etoile, and Cuauhtemoc.
Which brings me back to the Mexican ship. Some of the cadets I spoke with finally explained this flag . . . it's the captain's personal flag . . . personal pirate flag, actually is what the cadet said.
Aboard were over 250 crew, who started their morning yesterday polishing brass before they let any visitors up the pasillo.
And the vessel was immaculate.
Below the stack here, I'm told, is a 1250 hp Cat.
All fotos by Will Van Dorp, who needs to get to another job now.
I thought you spelled it "okracoke," as in cherry coke," caffeinated but slightly more viscous and less fruity, she said.
Names and spelling change less frequently than shoals and shorelines. Local Indians called the place "wokokkon" and who knows what Verrazano and Raleigh called it. And Blackbeard . . . people originally called him Captain Drummond before he took on a string of noms de corsair.
I photographed this 1970 National Geographic map where it was posted aboard ferry Carteret, since it shows my birthplace (Belhaven) and its proximity to both inlets at Ocracoke and Hatteras. My father had imagined buying farmland inland from Swan Quarter; now I'm thinking it's a place for me to retire, whenever that becomes possible.
The yellow pickup on the foredeck carries a supply of wheel chocks. Intermodal shipping with trucks on decks: bowsprite should love this.
The 24-vessel ferry system also hosts an ongoing water monitoring effort called Ferry Mon. In a separate strand of multitasking, ferry crews keep a lookout for marine life in distress.
Midpoint in the trip between Cedar Island and Ocracoke we crossed southbound
ferry Pamlico.
Note the two-floor passenger cabin. Carteret was launched from Halter Equitable, the same yard that launched the sixth boro's tug Aegean Sea and ferries Barberi and Newhouse.
Chincoteague has its ponies, and Ocracoke has its "bankers."
We traveled from the north end of Ocracole to Hatteras aboard Croatoan. Note the Fedex truck.
As we crossed Hatteras Inlet, we saw three small fishing boats inbound
hurrying to the dock with a catch.
Long and narrow with lots of sheer, the boats resemble
New England lobster boats, although these "banks" boat have less beam, sharp chines, and smaller houses.
Midpoint in the trip between Ocracoke and Hatteras we were tailed by small fishing boats and
crossed southbound ferry Frisco, Patti-built like the tug Duty. I'd love to see a foto of Frisco hauled.
Let's call it quits here. More "road fotos" tomorrow.
All fotos here by Will Van Dorp.
Meanwhile, unrelated, how long do you imagine a powerboat would take between Hatteras and NYC? Your guess? Now watch this youtube on the consumption of 600 gallons of fuel.
Unrelated: What happened to the vessel recently removed from the James River ghost fleet? Read about it here.
And finally, here from Robert of Oil-Electric is an article about last summer's whales … and an elephant, ladybug, and rails.
Digging requires claws. Claws inspire primal dread. Dredge machines seem beclawed in groteque ways. And they're huge, like the ape that scrambled up the Empire State building. I waited long but in vain to line up these talons and the tower in the distance, but I'm sure you can visualize the effect. Imagine the headline: dredge machine grapples its way as the large ape did first in 1933. Please keep those climbing beasts sequested in the southern Upper Bay of the sixth boro … or farther.
Call it ooze, mud, or fluff … no matter. Ick! Dispose of it please, Captain D.
It spatters when it ends its route from bottom of the harbor to bottom of the scow.
I'd be very nervous walking there. I know it's safe, but irrational fears–like ones that make you run in the dark or for me swim quick in dark, deep water–would surface with me cause me to look up.
How many cubic miles of bottom have been removed in the
past century of pantagruelish bottom removal?
Some years back I wrote about a dredger off Jones Beach here, which I was reminded of when I heard the dredger Vespucci was troubled by pirates off Cameroon (my home from 1975–7, last of my Peace Corps years). See another article here. How dare these pirates . . . I guess they don't have my dredgerphobias.
All fotos by Will Van Dorp, who understands the efficacy, sometimes, of claws and other grotesqueries.
Ooooolala! What's this? Make your way to Atlantic Basin ASAP; click here for tickets … only two shows Saturday (tonight!) and two Sunday left, before the floating burlesque sails over the horizon.
Staging this burlesque is barquentine Gazela, whose first life fishing for cod continued until the year Armstrong stepped onto the moon. Yessir, this fine vessel served as a dory boat until 1969!
Up to 35 dories (many built in the Merrimack Valley north of Cape Ann) like the one in the foreground here served "mothership" Gazela.
Daytime tours of Gazela as well as nighttime entertainment can be had only through this weekend! This is also the last chance (for a while) to see Mary Whalen at Pier 11. For directions to Pier 11, click here.
So I went to the show "The Seven Deadly Seas" the other night. Before the show, the devil's advocate (of the Flaming Cherries) emerges from the nether portions of the ship, and
the city darkens as the band begins to play. See the twinkling Manhattan lights off in the distance.
Feisty bawds dueling over everything
can be charmed only by
and more dancing and
still more dancing that sometimes lead to … lost clothing.
Come learn the story of Calico Jack, who imagined he had all the skills needed to thrive on Wall Street.
Bring a dozen friends and make it the most memorable night of the summer, the summer of Atlantic Basin as prime offshore Broadway.
Will Calico Jack swing here, or is it Camp Butner FCC for him?
Fotos by Eric Lorgus (some taken in Philadephia) and Will Van Dorp.
Can you guess the connection between the three fotos that follow? Gazela –540 hp, the oldest wooden square-rigger sailing in the United States, built in Portugal in 1901 (?) to fish cod, and Philadelphia's tall ship.
Pati R. Moran, 5100 hp and built in Maine in 2007
and "pirate Calico Jack, who, unbeknownst to his crew, has decided toget out of the pirate business, and has sailed to Wall Street to make some business deals, secure a401k, and plan his retirement."
Once more, Gazela,
… who's this with Calico Jack!
Well, buy your tickets here for "The Seven Deadly Seas." Read a review from the Philadelphia CityPaper here.
Bringing Gazela and crew/acting troupe to Atlantic Basin is the result of hard work of PortSide NewYork. "About bringing her to NYC, Eric Lorgus, President of Gazela, had this to say, 'Tall ships have found it increasinglyhard to visit this place, and I've been trying to crack NYC foryears. We really appreciate the efforts PortSide has made on ourbehalf. Carolina herself has pursued this will tenacity and zeal.'
Carolina Salguero, Director of PortSide NewYork says about the visit 'PortSide was founded to bring the BlueSpace, or the waterpart of the waterfront, to life in New York City. We are excited that Gazela is coming, because tall ships are education and inspiration afloat. We hope her visit opens the door to more visits by more boats—of all types—at this pier and other piers.We are encouraged by recent government initiatives focusing onthe water itself and grateful that the EDC [New York City Economic Development Corp] has made Pier 11 available to us for Gazela's visit.'
Gazela will be open for deck tours during the day. These arerun on an open-house basis. To defray costs of the trip, a modest $5 donation is being requested, but is not mandatory. The cabaretalso subsidizes the trip."
As to the connection between Gazela and Pati R., I'm leaving that open to your guesses for a few days yet.
See press release here. Show dates are August 19–22, 8 pm and 10 pm shows, for a total of eight shows.
Fotos 1, 2, 4, 5, and 7 by Will Van Dorp. Show fotos are compliments of Peter Gaffney of Cabaret Red Light.
Coney Island has such a distinct culture that the sixth boro (the watery parts between the five terra-boros) should just annex it.
Very introductory but fascinating history of Coney's evolution can be had in these short articles by Lisa Iannucci, Jeffrey Stanton, and Laurence Aurbach Jr. One theme of these articles is that Coney has a rich history of inverting the genteel norms, entertaining rather than uplifting, dissolving the distinction between audience and performer, and (for a holiday) legitimizing some folks' ideas of the illegitimate. (Some of those phrases come from the lecture by Goeff Zylstra recently at Alongtheshore.) It sounds like the alongshore of Coney makes a candidate for the capital of the sixth boro, and the Mermaid Parade its official holiday.
May these few fotos whet your appetite! Doubleclick enlarges. More tomorrow. I took this foto almost immediately after arriving yesterday, and I was so happy I could have gone home satisfied. Mermaids exude such grace!
Dick Zigun, mayor of Coney, leads off the 20th annual parade. Thanks for ALL your efforts, Dick and crew. Oceans of appreciation to all the performers!
King Neptune and Queen Mermaid aka Lou Reed and Laurie Anderson ride the ceremonial cart.
Charm and
Fun for all ages, youngsters
of all ages: THIS is the circus that has come to Coney.
Beplumed posteriors and
profiles, they have given me a smile I can't erase for days, months even.
Those black smudges . . . yeah, the parade did have its dirty parts, but for that, your patience until tomorrow is required.
All fotos by Will Van Dorp.
More on the iPatch later. For now, can you identify this foto from the bridge of a self-described flagship? Clues lurk. I had a tour aboard this morning from G, a biology teacher (among other things) from Brazil. Notice the glass container below the gauge mounted on the window pillar.
The flag is Tibet, and the globe . . . a gift from the Dalai Lama.
The hull of this repurposed ex-Scottish Fisheries Protection Vessel (FPV) Westra is painted black. Dimensions are 196′ x 36′ x 14′, capable of 16.5 kts, layover in the sixth boro until Saturday on a voyage that has seen such stops as Pitcairn Island and the Galapagos.
It's Steve Irwin, flagship of
Sea Shepherd, what Raffi Khatchadourian's November 2007 New Yorker article called "Neptune's Navy."
Tours run daily from 10 until 3. Fundraiser Friday night . . . details here. Here's the letter of support from the Dalai Lama. Izod logo just happens to be at the end of the pier, but –hey–maybe they're supporters too.
Click here for a report on the loss of a portion of the Sea Shepherd fleet–Ady Gil— on January 7, 2010. A Sea Shepherd hero is Henry Morgan, privateer, who fought fire with fire, or piracy with piracy.
All fotos, Will Van Dorp.
For an update on Captain Bethune of Ady Gil, now called a political prisoner of the Japanese, click here.
iPatch . . . just a thought, a name I hereby coin. This is my vision of a new miracle product by the folks who brought us iMac, iPod, iPhone, and iPad . . . the iPatch . . . a hightech gadget–a panacea, if you will–that will restore balance between the species, mutual respect among the peoples of the earth, rid the seas of pirates and plastic patches, . . . what else . . ..
Disclosure: Not owning a TV, I've never seen an episode of Whale Wars, although I have seen its parody on YouTube.
Uhhh . . . Johnny Depp's pirate ship?


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After three fans were shot or beaten over the weekend, the NFL has vowed to crack down on violence.
The mayors of San Francisco and Oakland have called for the end to such behavior.
They might as well call for the return of $1-a-gallon gas. There is only one simple, inarguable way to cut down on rowdiness.
Ban alcohol.
If you think the NFL is going there, you've obviously been drinking.
The league has no real interest in going to an AA meeting and saying, "My name is the NFL and I'm an addict." History proves it is more interested in making cosmetic changes that really change nothing.
The denial continued after Saturday night's Raiders-49ers game. Two men were shot and another was beaten unconscious in a bathroom.
"We are working to assist the San Francisco Police Department in any way possible to understand how and why this happened," 49ers coach Jim Harbaugh said.
Investigators haven't yet said alcohol played a role, but would you bet against it? Even if the suspects are all devout Mormons, there is no question alcohol is the leading generator of fan rowdiness at all sports events.
It's pointless to demand an end to alcohol sales at games. For one thing, the majority of fans can handle their booze. For another, the NFL recently signed a $1.2 billion sponsorship deal with Anheuser-Busch.
The NFL will give up booze when they pry Roger Goodell's cold, dead fingers off a 20-ounce Budweiser sold for $8.50 at the nearest concession stand.
But is it too much to ask the league to sober up a little?
"These games are family events," read the mayoral proclamation, "and the types of images we witnessed last night have no place in our arenas."
Family events? Sure, if your family is the local Hell's Angels chapter.
You don't need gunshot wounds to know NFL games long ago stopped being family-friendly. The Patriots disappeared from Monday Night Football in the 1970s after Foxborough, Mass., tired of the insanity that came with night games.
One enchanted evening saw 60 arrests, 100 evictions and 35 people taken to the hospital. A cop was assaulted and had his gun stolen.
One fan urinated on a paramedic working on a heart attack victim. A drunken driver killed a man outside the stadium.
It was Schaefer Stadium, of course. As in Schaefer beer.
Remember the 1995 game at Giants Stadium when 175 people were ejected in the world's largest snowball fight?
Ten years later, the stadium banned alcohol for the Jets' final game. That came after two people were stabbed the game earlier.
In 2007, there was a similar last-game ban. This one came after hundreds of men blocked the Gate D ramps and chanted for women to bare their breasts.
They threw plastic beer bottles at women who didn't cooperate.
Not every NFL game turns into a bachelor party, of course. But every game has too many booze-fueled incidents.
The league's response has been a Fan Code of Conduct, which apparently the assailant in San Francisco forgot to sign. It also limits tailgating to 3-1/2 hours before games, cuts off alcohol sales after the third quarter and limits fans to two alcoholic drinks per purchase.
In other words, come back in five minutes and we'll gladly sell you another 40 ounces of Bud for $17.
Prohibition didn't work in the 1920s, and it wouldn't fare much better now. But there are more substantive steps to enforce responsible drinking.
If nothing else, take some of that $1.2 billion in Anheuser-Busch money and hire a lot more real police to patrol the stands. Have fans get their hands stamped after their beer purchases.
No one thing will solve the problem. But anything is better than issuing proclamations of shock and disgust.
We've heard plenty of those over the years. Then we hear gunfire, and league officials wonder how and why these things happen.
They should spend a game in the stands, or hang out around Gate D. The answer would hit them like a plastic bottle of beer.


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The cast of "American Horror Story" Season 3 just keeps getting bigger: Alexandra Breckinridge is officially on board for "American Horror Story: Coven."
Series creator Ryan Murphy tweeted the news that the "True Blood" actress -- who appeared in Season 1 of "American Horror Story" as young Moira -- will be back for more.
Very happy to announce the lovely and talented Alexandra Breckenridge will be joining AHS: Coven.
— Ryan Murphy (@MrRPMurphy) August 2, 2013
"American Horror Story" Season 3 will center on witches and to take place (at least partially) in New Orleans, as its title implies, and Breckinridge joins an ever-growing cast that includes Jessica Lange, Kathy Bates, Emma Roberts, Taissa Farmiga, Gabourey Sidibe, Evan Peters, Sarah Paulson, Frances Conroy, Lily Rabe, Denis O'Hare, Angela Bassett, Patti LuPone, Grey Damon and Jamie Brewer.
Murphy and the cast have stayed quiet on the details of "Coven," but Peters hinted that viewers won't be let down.
"I'm excited. I think it's gonna be really scary -- much scarier than last season -- and it's gonna be fun. It's going to be really fun to shoot. I'm recharged and ready to go this round," Peters told Golden Derby during a Google Hangout interview.
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France will not negotiate with gunmen claiming to be from Nigerian Islamist group Boko Haram who have taken a French family of seven hostage, Defence Minister Jean-Yves Le Drian said on Tuesday.
In a video posted online on Monday, the gunmen threatened to kill the three adults and four children unless authorities in Nigeria and Cameroon released Muslim militants held there. (Reuters)


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The story of Tess, daughter of a poor peddler, is one of heartbreak and sorrow, deception and indecency. When sent to live with a wealthy family, the D'Urbervilles, who are not who they appear to be, Tess endures many hardships and abuse, while trying to make a fortune with the family to whom she believes she is related to. The abuse leads to her getting pregnant by a man named Alec. Upon this discovery Tess returns home to her family, but more misfortune is set to befall her after the birth of her illegitimate child.
Back home, she is able to find work and happiness as a milkmaid, and even discovers her true love, but her secrets come back to haunt her; and Angel, her lover, cannot forgive her past. Even though they have been married, he leaves for Brazil warning her not to come after him. Her past comes back to haunt Tess after her husband leaves, and more trouble befalls her family, forcing her back into the arms of her abuser.
Angel finally returns, ready to forgive Tess, who is wrapped up in an affair she fears she will never get out of. She finally is able to do the unthinkable, but will Angel forgive her sins again? The story will take the listener on a rollercoaster of emotions and plot twists as Tess's fate is determined.
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It is important to have The Best Wedding Minister for my Formal Wedding in Cordova, New Mexico
Life's Moments are those times in life that we decide to make a unique acknowledgment of life altering events. Wedding events are celebrations, wedding events are ceremonies, but most of all wedding events are a clean slate, a moment in time to be treasured. Having the ideal Local Wedding Minister is important.
For these moments, we offer detailed ministerial services, wedding officiating, and wedding services. From the extremely standard to modern services, our weddings and officiating services are designed to show your desires, desires and dreams. We can help you craft an event, spiritual or nonreligious that will be a cherished memory for many years that follow.
Ministerial services and wedding officiating in the Albuquerque, NM location is our specialized, however we can travel if the need occurs. Here are Travel Costs. We provide a total variety of Wedding event Minister plans; from the elopement on the courthouse steps to the most elaborate and classy wedding event service.
We also offer the finest in Justice of the Peace or nonreligious weddings. These civil events provide their own form of celebration, whether it be with family or simply a couple and a few witnesses, your wedding event is a unique moment to be treasured.
Formal and Semi-Formal Wedding Packages
The Formal Package
Complete Formal wedding, including customized event written particularly for you. Choices can include candle lights, sand ceremony, counting of coins, crowns, handfasting, leaping of the broom, wine blessing, you call it we can do it. This plan includes a rehearsal as well as a 3 hour time lock. We just do a few of these every weekend, so you are our main focus.
We arrive thirty to forty minutes ahead of time, do a blessing with both bride's and groom's party, preform the ceremony, then stay for pictures and the all important signing of the license making everything official.
Our Rate for this service is:
from $375.00
A semi-formal wedding, generally in a more casual setting, a park, a backyard, a balloon hovering over the Rio Grande. We Include a customized event with your choice of readings, scriptures, poems and true blessings. We can include a meaningful choice or two. We advise a smaller sized wedding event celebration; Bride, Groom, Best Man and Maid of Honor.
We arrive fifteen to twenty minutes before the ceremony, attend to last minute details then perform the service. We will stay for the paper work and pictures.
Our Rate for this service is:
from $250.00
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Travel Costs
We Love to Travel! (however our accountant says we have to cover little things like gas, tires and maintenance), so to keep them from chewing our ears off our travel rates are as follows;
Albuquerque/Rio Rancho Metro Area (includes Corrales, Bernalillo, Isleta, Tijeras)
No Charge.
Fee per trip mileage is one way
30 – 60 miles
60—100 miles
101-175 Miles
Over 175 miles
Please call for details
Call 505-328-7397
Rev. Bruce Byers
Wedding Minister & Officiant
Justice of the Peace
Lifes Moments
Wedding Services
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Rev. Bruce Byers
2725 Walsh Loop SE
Rio Rancho, NM 87124
Call 505-328-7397