Why is it that the “new” customer gets all the great deals. You know exactly what i mean, when you first sign up for something you get the greatest deal, the cheapest price, and the best equipment. Unfortunately that is where it ends. At that point they got ya. They no longer need to court you. They know that it is a hassle to cancel service, get a new deal somewhere else and pay sign up fees that you already paid in the past. Not to mention you are continually reminded that you are paying more because you see the new customer prices everywhere. You can call and get the “I am sorry sir that pricing is for new customers only” speech if you want. But it will only fuel your anger. Basically the honeymoon is over… Continue reading
>I had the privilege at one point in my life to have a car given to me. It was a Gold and rusted pontiac sunbird(Imagine all that beauty). It was basically a car that no one would ever want… That is, unless you had no car. When you have no car, even the ugliest one on the road is the greatest thing in the world. You can go to work and make money so you can fix it when it eventually breaks (yea it will). The windows probably wont work and the air, air whats that! Your lucky if the heat works. I guess I can say that i have been there. I know how it feels to only have one car. I know how it feels when that car breaks and the desperate feeling you get hoping that it isn’t a major problem. I have also had the opportunity to give a car away and help pay for another. What makes it more amazing for me is that I know how it feels to get that (busted) car that you couldn’t live without. Well you could live, you would just be a lot thinner from walking everywhere.
So an amazing thing happened. I had some… Continue reading
>Im constantly arrested by the manifest presence of the blessed, tried true stood and was tested,
He told me I was free, I could do it if I believe, Told the boogey man He cant squeeze me
Instead I roll forward, not looking back in constant horror, Not condemned as a pillar of salt,
or smushed together like a mound of asphalt, never do I halt, My heart is like a catupult, shooting me like a bronze dagger, I stroll intently with a wicked swagger,
My truths grounded in the everlasting, My Body No longer a form but a molten casting,
Shaped and molded in the intense fire, His will becomes my desire,
Now knowing I am steadied by this intense glowing, Consumed to the point of blowing,
In constant state of knowing, I am a beacon now set apart, With a force pulled deep, seeking and searching my heart, from this truth, only wickedness departs, I am no king Im only the messenger, Bestowed with wings, Carried on a rocket that zings, never to be layed to eternal rest, But if only to have been able to withstand the test!
staring into the eyes of destruction was the failing way,
Instead never an alien abducted from this path do I stray,