Is Lilith a Goddess, suppressed by patriarchal society, or the ultimate bad influence?

If you don’t know who or what I’m talking about get your two points elsewhere please–serious replies only.
The Sumerian/Hebrew daemoness, Lilith has a captivating mythos surrounding her. Most agree that she was cast out of the garden of eden for standing up to Adam, and perhaps even for fighting him off when he tried to rape her, and this makes me think she got royally screwed. It is easy for this look at her beginnings to see her as an antiheroic, victim gone mad, who made the best she could out of really bad circumstances. However if you look at what she became, it’s hardly anything to be proud of. She wandered the Earth in the guise of a whore, seducing any male creature she could, dropping litters of children in every corner of the globe with no intention or desire of caring for them in any way. She became the most powerful daemon in the world, but all she cared to use that power for was to feed her hungry crotch. Is this a goddess? Or someone we’re better off forgetting?
Bible bangers with no brains , who idiotically spout “demonz be evil, duh!” and “god dint like her so neither do i” are doubtless going to waste their time and limit on questions by saying retarded things here–lets all ignore them and hope they go away………
actually kithcy, he sent three angels name sanvoy, sansevoy, and smengelhoff to bring her back or kill her, she made a deal with them and now their names can be used to banish her–I would have loved to have included everything I know about her in my question, but I ran out of characters.

What do you think of my short story?

What do you think of my short story? This is just the beginning, and I haven’t edited it completely, so I apologize for any grammatical errors. Comments? Questions? Concerns?(lol)

The rush of the crowds around me is so much different than I am used to. A waft of sweet smelling candies exits the door when I enter it, lost in the wonder of mortal food. Eli runs to catch up with me as I crisscross around the store, wishing I could by something. Too bad I do not have any coins with me.
“We really should get going,” Eli warns, tugging on my hand. I pull away, turning to a different shop when we exit. The salty sea air fills me, and in the west waves crash on the shore where children play in the sand and splash in the water.
Pressing my hands against the window and peering into the dim lighting inside, I realize it is a restaurant. “Can we go in there?” I ask him.
“We are not allowed. Your father is probably-”
“Papa can wait,” I reassure him, leaping up onto the stone wall surrounding the small gardens on the side of the boardwalk. Mortals have it easy; at least that is what I think. Eli is always saying how we have it made, not them. Of course I beg to differ. Having legs is probably the highlight of my time here on land.
“But Scarlet-”
“Do not ‘but Scarlet’ me, mister. Who’s the older one here?” I indicate to myself as I dig my toes into the sweltering sand, which has been under the intense gaze of the sun since morn.
“Let us not forget who is the more mature one in this group,” he mocks my gesture and points to himself. I scowl at him, furrowing my eyebrows.
“Let us not forget the stronger one!” I tackle him in a headlock, pulling us both to the ground.
I am so concentrated on taking Eli down that I do not realize how close to the water we have gotten. Before I know it, I am nearly knee deep in water with Eli safely on shore. He looks absolutely horrified as I exit the water. I push the urge to scratch away, but it is too tempting. “We must go now,” he snatches my hand away from my legs.
“Good idea,” I agree, running after him down the shore toward the border of trees separating the public beach from the private shores.
While crossing the paths over there, the twigs and leaves scrape the bottom of my feet, which are already starting to grow numb. Branches tangle in my hair, and my arms are grazed by the thorns whenever I try to unsnarl my hair.
By the time I reach the filthy, rocky coast, I am nearly crawling to get to the water. Eli helps me in, along with himself as the mortal flesh begins to shed, leaving scales in its place.

Are there tomato and pet-safe herbicides?

Okay, so I made a big mistake and neglected to weed the garden for a month. The only actual veggies in it are 6 tomato plants, and all are on one side of the rectangular garden. I weeded that half by hand. The other half had much larger weeds, I guess because they didn’t have to compete with the tomatoes for root space, and I couldn’t pull most of them up. I figured that if I weed whacked that half, then turned the soil it might help at least make it manageable. Unfortunately the soil is too dry to make this easy (I’m weak, what can I say?).

Anywho, my question is, is there a weed-killer that would take out the weeds on that side (only about two feet between where they start and the tomatoes end) without killing my tomatoes AND without harming my outdoor cat or myself? If not, would my original plan of turning the soil work out if I were to water it a bit and let it sit over night?

Or any other suggestions…

I have a moral delema. Easy 10 points for the best resolution.?

So my high school has what they like to call a garden. It consists of a dried up patch of grass and a bush.
On a Friday, quite a while after school, my friends and I thought it would be fun (and it was) to take a pumpkin that was sitting in the garden and smash it on the weekend. It was not growing in the garden, it was just sitting there and it was on the verge of rotting.
On monday the school recognized the pumpkins absence and made an announcement to not do that anymore. My friends then were passing notes in class talking about the weekend and the pumpkin. The teacher took the note away from my friend, Leah, and read it. she sent her to the principals office for the theft.
Leah is now supposed to write an apology and take care of the garden for a little while. (My school is a VERY tame high school so they were a bit harsh about a pumpkin they weren’t really even going to use)
Me and the rest of my friends now feel extreamly guilty for Leah taking all the blame and feel that we should come clean. Leah however really doesn’t want us too. She says that she would feel awfull if we did and that its just easier if she just left us out of it. So should we or shouldn’t we turn ourselves in?
on the one hand, we feel guilty.
on the other, Leah just wants this to blow over as fast as possible and doesn’t want to get us in trouble too.

10 points for best answer!!

Is there anything particularly unhealthy about this quick’n’easy chicken curry recipie I’ve created?

It serves one to two people.

Take a chicken thigh quarter. Remove the skin and cook it in a steamer.
When it’s cooked, dismantle the meat into lumps and throw away the bones and gristle.

Next, make up some vegetable gravy using vegetable gravy stock cube or vegetable gravy granules. About half a pint. Once this is made, stir in a few teaspoons of cury powder (vary the amount depending on how hot you like it).

Now put the chicken lumps into a pot, and pour over your curry gravy.
Chop up a small onion – not too fine – and a mushroom, and toss them into the mix along with a small handfull of frozen garden peas.
Now cover it and allow it all to simmer gently.

Next, wash some rice to remove as much starch as possible, then boil it up so it becomes light and fluffy.
Make a bed of this rice on your plate, and serve the curry poured over.

I haven’t made this before. All my previous currys have been very unhealthy with high fat content, and I’m trying to move away from that.
When I say a chicken thigh quarter, I realise that may be misleading.
I mean the cut which consists of a chicken thigh with the drumstick still attached.

Need Help! English – little diary extract. Please can someone help me inprove it, easy 10 points?!?

“My son, my precious little darling son, is dead.

I never wanted to relocate here. The sinister hallways and the monotonous rooms, they weren’t for me. I greatly preferred our previous house; always bustling with activity and people in high spirits. That’s my home. But, here? Men in uniforms march solemnly down the corridors constantly, and I know none of them by name.

But, that’s not the worst of it. Not by any means.

I’d always speculated what the farm-like structure in close proximity to our house was. I distinguished it was something to do with ‘them’, but never did I think my husband would be involved in such a horrific affair. Not ever.

He was always fond of investigating, my innocent little boy. I never considered this mannerism would get him to where he is now. I presume he took it one step too far, but he didn’t understand, he couldn’t understand, he was too young, he was just a child.

It was the day we were to move again. He went missing. We weren’t particularly concerned to begin with, like I said, he liked to explore. It was when we went into the back garden, the forbidden garden, that I became apprehensive. No-one can ever understand the way I felt when my daughter noticed the window ajar and the freshly-made sandwich that lay before me on the ground. No-one.

Simultaneously, my husband, daughter, the guardsmen and I all began to panic. We shouted and shouted, ran and ran, as if we didn’t know where he’d gone. I didn’t fully understand myself what went on in those buildings, and I’m not sure I wanted to, but I do know that they were unscrupulous. People died there, people were burnt there, and those people were Jews. That’s all I knew.

When we finally reached the boundaries or the grounds, that’s when I set eyes on them. I saw the hole under the fence allowing passageway and his clothes, my cherished little sweethearts’ clothes. And I’ll admit; I crumbled. I knew by the look on my husband’s face as he sauntered hesitantly towards me, what had occurred that day.

The despondent clouds have drawn in now, and there’s no silver lining. The rain patters on the aluminium roof of the shed beyond the window and a crack of thunder rolls through the valley. I’m left abandoned and perplexed, and nothing will ever be the same again. My son is dead.”

Any help with it i will REALLY appreciate Thankyooooou. Shannon xx
Aw, you guys are so nice xx

Start of a story – easy 10 points =]?

Okay, this is my start of a story. Could you please tell me if it’s okay?

I was never one for the adventures of normal little boys at that age. Now, as I watch my children’s children play in the garden, I remember having fun a different way. My explorations were not of burrows made by small mammals, nor of venturing into the woods at the back of the house. No. My explorations were of a different sort. For I, Benjamin Quill, dreamt of the stars.

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Yeah, I know it’s kind of an overused plot…but, I plan on making it differant!

Could you please tell me how I did?
Thank you!
P.s. I’m only 14 so please forgive any mistakes i’ve made! Grammar isn’t my strong point!

easy question?

make that 20
1. whats your name spelt backwards?
2. What did you do last night?
3. The last thing you downloaded onto your computer?
4. Have you ever licked a 9 volt battery?
5. Last time you swam in a pool?
6. What are you wearing?
7. How many cars have you owned?
8. Type of music you dislike most?
9. Are you registered to vote?
10. Do you have cable?
11. What kind of computer do you use?
12. Ever made a prank phone call?
13. You like anyone right now?
14. Would you go bungee jumping or sky diving?
15. Furthest place you ever traveled?
16.Do you have a garden?
17. What’s your favorite comic strip?
18. Do you know all the words to the national anthem?
19. Shower, morning or night?
20. Best movie you’ve seen in the past month?

10 easy points???i need names 4 a few poems k?

what do you think of these poems? I need some names for them and I’m open to criticism.

1)

When nobody listens,
when nobody cares,
When nobody bothers,
I’ll be there.

2)

Anger is a raging fire,
Consuming all in its sight.
Joy is a string of lights,
Dancing in the night.
Grief is a dark river,
The end, no one can see.
Love is a rich chocolate cake,
Shared by you and me.

3)

I lumbered off to sleep one night,
I closed my eyes and doused the light.
When all was still, I drifted away.
Many things happened in my head as I lay.
I saved the world as a secret agent,
I won first place in a beauty pageant,
I skydived off a flying penguin,
I surfed the waves on a garbage bin,
I acquired super powers,
I watered the garden and fed the flowers,
I slaid a dragon, rode a horse,
Made my way through an obstacle course.
Raced a rhino, wrestled a bear,
Received a blue ribbon in the county fair.
Fed a lion, hit a home run,
Rode to work in a hot dog bun.
Threw a pie in someone’s face,
Had lunch with a monkey in outer space.
Lived in a cave, next to a mule,
Imagine how I felt when I woke up for school.

4)

As I was walking,
A tune played in my head.
I tried to sing it but it didn’t click,
I tried to recite it but it didn’t fit,
So I wrote it down instead.

5)

You say that I’m stupid,
And never fit in,
You say that I’m weird,
And act like it’s a sin.
You say that I’m fat,
And my brain weighs a gram,
But I’m unique and special,
And I love me for who I am.

what do you think of these few opening paragraphs?

So, I’m beginning a story about art and magic set during the renaissance in Europe. I wanted to know what you thought of this opening, whether it is too slow, or too wordy. Thank you!

The most brilliant man in the world had a habit of stroking his lanky, graying beard when he stood in thought. One might think that the colorless, old hair would fall out from such excessive tugging. A spectator would likely affirm that the man kept his hand at his chin for many hours at a time, but there were never any people around to make such observations. The man was always alone in his garden, and he did not notice his beard-stroaking habits. When Daxton Tabbart stood thinking, he focused only on the visions in his mind and the blank canvas before him.

He could have painted a number of things. The flowers in the garden, for example, might have made for a lovely work of art. Daxton had planted lillys, daffodils, poppys, and petunias. They were brightly colored and skillfully arranged so that each simple flower complemented the ones around it while still magnifying its own beauty. And at this time of day, with the sun blazing directly overhead, tidy, little shadows were located directly beneath each petal. Bumblebees could be added to the painting too, if they could keep from stinging the painter.

Daxton, however, was not in the mood to paint flowers.

He had the option of painting a self portrait as well. The water in the pond was still enough for him to see his own face perfectly reflected, and he had already mixed the paints appropriate to produce the perfect shade of greenish-gray to use while making his eyes. Also, in weather that was so pleasant, it might have been easy to capture his smile.

Daxton, however, was not in the mood to paint faces.

So Daxton stood, his eyes and mind fixed on the canvas, and his fingers combing through his beard, for an unknown amount of time.