Hallo, I you are reading this you are crazy. YOU HAVE ENTERED THE ZONE OF PEOPLE THAT NEVER UPDATE THEIR PROFILE!! Schonen Tag noch!

Name: Mary

Age: Squint your eyes, hold hold your breath, and look through your hand and the number MAY appear on the screen

Location: Hovering above the Arizona desert in a balloon shaped like a giant paramecium

Favorite Books: Blood and Chocolate, Macbeth, Ten Little Indians, Tom Sawyer, Uglies, Redwall, The Hobbit, and House

Favorite TV: NCIS, CSI, CSI:NY, Numb3rs, Heroes, Chuck, House, Law and Order SVU, and Medium

Favorite Music: My Chemical Romance, Three Days Grace, Underoath, Chevelle, Smashing Pumkins, AC DC, EVANESCENCE, Flyleaf, Family Force 5, Lincoln Park, The Used, Rise Against, Panic! at the disco, Reliant K (ok patd fans i know that the "!" is no longer there but i like it better with it) and The Dresden Dolls

Ten little Indian boys went out to dine; one choked his little self and then there were nine,

Nine little Indian boys sat up very late; one overslept himself and then there were eight,

Eight little Indian boys travelling in Devon; one said he'd stay there and then there were seven,

Seven little Indian boys chopping up sticks; one chopped himself in halves and then there were six,

Six little Indian boys playing with a hive; a bumblebee stung one and then there were five,

Five little Indian boys going in for law; one got in Chancery and then there were four,

Four little Indian boys going out to sea; a red herring swallowed one and then there were three,

Three little Indian boys walking in the Zoo; a big bear hugged one and then there were two,

Two little Indian boys sitting in the sun; one got frizzled up and then there was one,

One little Indian boy left all alone; he went and hanged himself and then there were none.

taken from Agatha Christie's Ten Little Indians

-Abortion-

Month One

Mommy
I am only 4 inches long
but I have all my organs.
I love the sound of your voice.
The sound of your heart beat
is my favorite lullaby.

Month Two

Mommy
today I learned how to suck my thumb.
If you could see me
you could definitely tell that I am a baby.
I'm not big enough to survive outside my home though.
It is so nice and warm in here.

Month Three

You know what Mommy
I'm a boy!!
I hope that makes you happy.
I always want you to be happy.
I don't like it when you cry.
You sound so sad.
It makes me sad too
and I cry with you even though
you can't hear me.

Month Four

Mommy
my hair is starting to grow.
It is very short and fine
but I will have a lot of it.
I spend a lot of my time exercising.
I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toes
and stretch my arms and legs.
I am becoming quite good at it too.

Month Five

You went to the doctor today.
Mommy, he lied to you.
He said that I'm not a baby.
I am a baby Mommy, your baby.
I think and feel.
Mommy, what's abortion?

Month Six

I can hear that doctor again.
I don't like him.
He seems cold and heartless.
Something is intruding my home.
The doctor called it a needle.
Mommy what is it? It burns!
Please make him stop!
I can't get away from it!
Mommy! HELP me!

Month Seven

Mommy
I am okay.
I am in Jesus's arms.
He is holding me.
He told me about abortion.
Why didn't you want me Mommy?

Every Abortion Is Just . . .

One more heart that was stopped.
Two more eyes that will never see.
Two more hands that will never touch.
Two more legs that will never run.
One more mouth that will never speak.

If you're against abortion, copy and paste this into your profile.

Abortion is murder. It is wrong and unfair.