tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5609239945627730872.post5358659698384853175..comments2018-08-03T07:06:53.359-07:00Comments on My Corner: A Bumpy Ride Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04744625992706318693noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5609239945627730872.post-61641511644820543332013-05-11T09:40:25.176-07:002013-05-11T09:40:25.176-07:00Surely FPS Russia can pimp that cart out? I'm ...Surely FPS Russia can pimp that cart out? I'm thinking something along the lines of a paintball APC or Tank? MikeOfLondonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01688852624493853607noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5609239945627730872.post-17190283270777378732013-05-11T01:48:51.820-07:002013-05-11T01:48:51.820-07:00Is there a word for feeling terrible about what so...Is there a word for feeling terrible about what someone else has to endure while at the same time being endlessly impressed by the grace and force of will they display by just getting out of bed in the morning? For being utterly baffled at how they find the courage to put on their warpaint and climb on crowded tables while pain beats in their veins like snake venom?<br /><br />For me, that word is "helpless." Because that's how you make me feel, Kitty. I talk to you and choke down a cocktail of anger and despair at a world that has been trying to discard you like a broken plaything for so many years. And I feel weak because I'm unable to carve out your pain and wear it like a heavy coat, if only for a while, so that you can sleep without it and smile freely.<br /><br />At the end of the day, I think that's all any of us want. To just see you smile without pain chewing at the corners of your mouth. That's all that matters. If we could take it for you, you know that would.Promethean Flamehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01324191808829890546noreply@blogger.com