
Welcome to my mind. Whether you are black, white, pink, purple, muslim, christian, jewish, american, or whatever you are, you are welcome. You've found your way into my brain, and you are welcome to explore. Everything is candid, hold nothing back.
"You can’t teach an old dog new tricks, but they will watch you play ball with yourself for hours while you are trying" ~Jaret Reddick of Bowling For Soup
Well, there's no real reason, basically clarifying things for people, and trying to un-confuse some people about what I think and my hard-to-follow theories. I do have one rule, though. IF YOU FLAME ME, YOU WILL BE BANNED, FRIEND OR NOT. You can try to explain your POV, but as long as you don't say I'm stupid, or wrong, etc., we're fine.
I believe...
I believe that Michael (or Michelle, whichever you prefer) Jackson, is guilty. I believe that Scott Peterson and OJ were both guilty. Scott Peterson was proven...OJ wasn't. But he was guilty, the whole US knew it, because the police stopped looking. The police never close a case that quickly if they only have one suspect, unless they think that the suspect they have did it.
I believe that Courtney Love killed Kurt Cobain. The amount of heroin and cocaine (plus traces of morphine, comparable) in his blood stream was 3 times the lethal amount (for him, because his lethal amount was not normal) and that amount has the same affect as a large dose of morphine. He would be out cold in less than 10 seconds, giving him almost no time to remove the syringe, pick up the gun, put it in his mouth, and pull the trigger. Plus, the last few lines of his "suicide note" weren't in his handwriting, but Courtney's. And the note wasn't about suicide at all. It meant that he was leaving his wife and quitting music. But I don't think he wrote that on the day of his death. I think he wrote that a few days before and Courtney saw it and got pissed off. I believe she hired someone to kill him.
I believe that there is a God.
I believe that anything on this Earth that comes from Nature, so rocks, trees, plants, protozoans, etc. all have feelings, and have spirits and know things and stuff. I believe that, if you go to a beach, there will be a rock there that, when you pick it up, it feels kind of warm and vibrates on a spiritual level, and it's like, you were meant to pick up that rock. It's like, the rock and you were friends in a past life or that it was destined for you to pick up that rock, because it had some purpose in your life. It may seem weird, but if you're in tune with nature, you're souls vibrate in harmony (yours and the rock) and I've done this so many times, so you may think I'm a whack job, but I've done something special with every rock I've picked up.
I believe that I have to go now...
Ciao for now!!