I don’t know this girl… She’s been Missing for 18 days… Pleas spread this message far and wide, click the photo to go to the original Police posting on Facebook… and then SHARE it with your friends, encourage them to do the same. please only share the original post.
16 yr old Alexis is missing!
No it’s not a joke, it’s a real complete functioning computer tower with 8 USB ports and more. Check it out. So save all that used cardboard folks, cause one day that same cardboard you recycled will come back to you again in a new computer
Next Generation in Computers
The Cardboard Computer Case Mod is an amazing way to be Green and also have a unique looking computer on your desk, without the weight, senseless plastics and dull look.
Build as an actual functioning desktop, this PC is made of recycled and renewable cardboard, thus making the ability to recycle and get rid of the computer a lot more environmentally friendly and takes a lot of the regular components out of the equation.
Next Generation of Recycled Computers
This case mod was designed without ABS plastic, aluminum and steel, which usually make a computer tower and was developed with corrugated cardboard. There are 8 USB ports available, so you can still add all your external peripherals and make switching easy. Besides…it is a great way to care for the environment without losing the specs and definitely have a neat looking computer to use.
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Gadgets You Won't Believe Exist 2
Beautiful Wolves
We simply cannot let this happen again
Mans Cruel Hand
Brought you back again,
Just as Extinction,
Loomed over you.
Promises of protection,
He did give to you.
Safe from man’s hand,
On the land set aside for you.
‘Roam free’ man says to you,
Grow and repopulate this,
Land protected for you.
Proud you are again,
As God intended,
You to be.
Closer and Closer,
Man en-cringes on you.
Less room to hunt,
Man now gives to you.
Survival is what,
Your instincts, tell You.
A small calf or lamb,
looks good to you.
Because man has grazed,
Them right next to you.
Oh what a cruel joke,
Man now plays on you.
Poisons and traps,
He has in store for you.
His big gun, man now
Points at you.
Only death man has,
Left for you.
Survive by man’s hand.
Extinction by man’s hand.
The only choices man,
Will Ever give to you.
No longer will nature be,
The one to guide you,
On this land that God,
Placed you onto.
Written by:
Asha`di
2010
destroyer of beauty
Vvideo of man’s destructive hands for the wolves.
Click link below to see video I created of
“Man’s Cruel Hand”
Warning!! Some of the Images in video are shocking.
http://s836.photobucket.com/home/Asha_di/allalbums
We must stand up and stop this senseless killing of one of Gods beautiful creatures before the hand of man makes them completely extinct.
[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=87CfUYCwm74[/youtube]
A Frogs Orgy Call
I live on a circle,
of older folks these days.
For they all come to here,
when they reach retired age.
To a land that is flat,
with sunshine each day.
In the center of our circle,
a small pond was placed.
To catch all the rain,
that runs off the sand.
Most days it just looks,
like a dry sunken place,
As the seniors walk round,
our circle each day.
Nature played its trick,
on our quiet little place,
for thunderstorms did come,
and poured down the rain.
Filling our small pond,
yesterday and today.
I peek out my window,
to see what’s all this fuss.
Oh! My, such an ecosystem,
we have in our midst.
With rain came new life,
from our little pond to all.
Oh! My, such a scream,
from all those little frogs,
Hundreds and thousands
of orgy love calls.
I laugh as I hear,
those frogs love song,
seeking out a mate,
bringing new life, with a call.
Oh funny how it seems,
to all our seniors’, today,
as I hear their little comments,
when walking past,
my window bay.
Just listen to our pond,
come to life on this day.
A frog’s orgy love call,
to all suspected mates.
A smile it did bring,
to all in this place.
When nature told us all,
with the rain that came,
that life springs anew,
for each in its own way.
Enjoy all
love Asha
Written by:
Asha`di
March 12, 2010
Wow, six of nineteen poems submitted scored perfect 10s, (including the one below ‘Bound to His side’ a 10)and several with 8.0s to 9.5s, yes I am happy.
Still hopping one will win the weekly contest……grins
Wish me lots of luck
love Asha
worship
Bound to His Side
Bind Me to My Master’s Side
By His will, I seek only the pleasures of His.
Passions flames of desires burn deep in this cradle of love,
Only for the pleasures of His….
Through the black of night, you will find me.
Bound to His side….
No worries to darken my thoughts,
Fires of the pleasure, guide my heart to His.
Bound by His side…..
I lift my head and my spirit soars high through the clouds,
my belly quiver’s with desires,
burning deep through the night, awaiting to please.
Bound by His side….
Bind my spirit to His, soaring high through the clouds,
let me please His needs, to get me through this night.
Bound by His side…….
Let my spirit be free,
leaving me the happiness I need to please.
Bound by His side…..
Let His shinning steel adorn this slaves neck.
Let them see my yearning,
to feel only the pleasures Of His.
Bound by His side….
Let me kneel at my Masters feet.
Only for His needs shall I please.
Bound by His side….
Let me dance my desires before Him.
Writhing and turning exposing my needs,
Only to him.
Bound by His side….
Let Him know my needs are begging,
for even a touch of His hand.
Let them burn hot, showing my desires, for His.
Bound by His side…..
Awaken my spirit, to be with His,
Flying high at my Master side.
By the light of the new day, you will find me,
Bound to His side….
Together, in the ecstasy of love,
Fulfilling His needs.
Let time everlasting find me,
till times ever end,
you will find me at His side,
Bound by His Will…
Written by:
Asha`di
2007©
I entered the poem Doctors! Pills! and Bills!, plus a couple of others in the weekly poem contest at OriginalPoetry.com. Wish me luck.
love Asha
Doctors! Pills! And Bills!
I sit here in my comfy chair,
Having just returned from,
The doctor’s chair,
Taking down a lot of notes,
That my brain,
Can no longer, hold
He said to me, ‘you have this and that,
And you must take these and those.’
This one, for that one, and
That one, for this one, and
On and on it goes.
Until I feel my head,
Will simply just explode!
One for PAIN, one for PRESSURE,
Three just so I can BREATH.
Wait! Stop! I think I’m
Going Insane!
Why can’t I just start anew?
Anytime I please.
Why is life, so unfair?
Can I take these,
in the, afternoon?
My body just rebels,
Against all my efforts,
To be well.
I fight back, but to no avail.
One for sleep, one to stay awake.
Who wrote these rules that I must obey?
Where is the end, no where in sight?
That I can see,
In my simple life.
I’m just a poor country girl,
Who worked hard all her life.
So many PILLS, he says,
That I have to take,
Then you SEE, all the BILLS,
Someone please help me, for God’s sake.
INSURANCE!
Who wrote that book, for pities sake?
How can one AFFORD that?
With all the money, they do take.
DOCTORS! PILLS! And BILLS!
This is all the future has for me,
As far as I can see?
Why can’t I just start anew?
Redo my body, so I can be just like you.
To live a life, without the pain,
Before I completely, go INSANE.
Written by:
Asha`di
March, 2010
Re-DOCTORS, PILLS and BILLS
So, I went to the docs today, and he asks, “how have you been feeling”?
“Oh,” I say, “do you want the truth, or the flowery version”. He snickers and grins at me, and says, “that bad haa”.
“Well doc, if you spent all your time, being in pain day and night, snapping at those you love dearly, for no reason at all, and jumping away, for fear of the pain, every time my Master/Man
comes close, and tries to give me a kiss and hug. Then I guess you could say, its not been so good”.
“I see,” he says, and pulls out his pad to refill the pills to take some pain away.
“So, then,” he asks, “how have you been sleeping lately?”
“Sleep”, I say, “what is that?”
“Oh!”, he says, and writes yet another pill for stress/depression/sleep.
“Wow!”, I say, “all those combined, in one pill, amazing”, I say sarcastically, all the while trying to fake a smile.
“But doc”, I say, “that makes three pills I take each day for basically the same thing.”
“Yes”, he says, “but they each work differently, so lets see if this one makes you feel better.”
“Well”, then he asks me, “how did you feel this morning?”
“Well”, I said, “not as bad as yesterday, until the nurse took my blood pressure, and besides it
being to high, the dam thing felt like it was going to cut my arm off.
All the while the nurse is telling me, ‘just relax its almost over’.”
“‘Yes I know’. I say, ‘but with fibromyalgia, relax is a foreign word, when it comes to the pain the dam thing causes you’.”
“So then,” the doc says, “how have you been spending your days?”
“Oh!” I say, “that is an easy question to answer, I thank God everyday for my computer that keeps me in touch with the outside world each day.”
Doc then says, “well that is good, at least your not spending the day in bed all the time.”
“But doc,” I say, “why can’t they make a cure for all these things, so I can feel the sun on my
face outside, not just its essence, shinning through my window each day.”
“Well,” he says, “if they did that, they would loose to much money on Doctors, Pills and Bills.”
“I know, it is tough,” he says, “but we will get you there one day.”
Then we both laughed at the truth and irony of it all.
I smile, and say, “yes doc, I know, someday, I pray it will get better.”
Well for me at least, he tries to understand, and I thank God for a doctor who tries to feel your pain,
when he knows he has to give even more pills and bills, just to get through each day.
Love Asha
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