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Writer's Block: Church & State

Oct. 2nd, 2008 | 09:22 am

Should church and state always be separate? Why or why not? What should the nature of their relationship be?

Ideally they should be, but I think the idea is a bit like communism - it's brilliant in theory, but dies in practice.

I think theocratic ruling is evident in every country. Obviously countries like Iran or Vatican City are theocratic, but look at America - they have how many laws trying to enforce the ten commandments? As in every country, mine included. But there are no laws enforcing Buddhist belief or Muslim belief or Hindu belief - so America and Australia are, in theory, a theocracy. American presidents place far too much public faith in a Christian god to deny it.

I'm sidetracked again. Ah well.

Point being: church and state will never be separate, but I think they should be. Religion deals with a faith politics cannot understand.

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Writer's Block: On Your Tombstone

Oct. 1st, 2008 | 09:24 pm

What do you want written on your gravestone and why?

Something short and to the point. Something that only I really get the meaning of, but everyone else can interpret their own way. Something written in a beautiful foreign language, like ancient greek or swahili. Something to make people think about life and death, to encourage people to value life and living and everything beautiful that this world has to offer.

Who the hell am I kidding? It's a gravestone. People will read it once then never comes back. Everyone forgets you after your dead.

I think that's the real reason why I'm afraid of dying.
Not because death is a great unknown, a vast emptiness.
Not because it'll hurt, or be scary or anything else.
Because I'm afraid of being forgotten.

When a person loses someone close to them, they're consumed by grief. But, as time passes they learn to deal with the pain, and slowly the dead pass from their thoughts. Dying brings about the ultimate ignorance; out of sight, out of mind.

I don't want to be forgotten.

July 1 1991 - xxxx
Loving daughter and sister.
Good friend to many.
But she's been forgotten now.

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Oct. 1st, 2008 | 09:19 pm

I think it's sad that people define popularity by how many friends you have on myspace. I mean, in the end isn't one really close friend worth a thousand distant ones?

Maybe I'm just old fashioned, but I think people are grossly underestimating the value of friendship these days.

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Sep. 30th, 2008 | 07:26 pm

Okay, so I haven't updated in what ... eight months? I know I've pretty much dropped off the face of the planet and I doubt any of you even remember who I am. It was my final year at school this year - and I have never been so stressed out in my entire life. But I only have six weeks left (After I finish holidays) so I think I'm going to start writing and reading fanfics more. I don't think I've written anything but assignments for the last ten months. Talk about retarded...

And the plus side. I was just reading over all my old entries when I was of questionable health, and I've just realised exactly how fucked up I was. I think it's finally closed the door on all that shit I put myself through, and let me tell you I've never been happier. I deleted the old entries so I never have to look at what I used to be again. It's over and done with - finally.

So, I'm going through and organising my LJ again. Come say hi if you feel like it, I promise I'm sticking around this time :)


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Never Coming Home

Jan. 8th, 2008 | 11:45 am

Title: Never Coming Home
Author: fakethefeeling
Main Character: Gerard.
Rating: PG.
POV: 3rd person
Summary: Suddenly, Emma appeared in front of him. She placed a hand on his cheek. He reached up to cover her hand with his, but there was nothing there. "He's right, Gerard. You need to let go," she said softly.
Disclaimer: This work is purely fictional.
Author Notes: Inspired by 'Ghost of You' by MCR. Comments and criticism are always welcome.

At the top of my lungs in my arms she dies...Collapse )

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