Using a dead person to prop yourself up. Fuck you Tuma.

Hi all;
   I'm Cynaera's brother James. I just wanted to tell all of you how much I appreciate all your comments on Cynaera. I went through and read all 9 pages,smiling through the tears. Naturally,I miss her terribly still,but it makes the pain much easier to bear to know I'm not hurting alone. I've been so blown away as I learn how many lives she was a part of,and I wish you all could have met her face to face. To be honest,I often didn't have such glowing remarks to give about her,as she could be-challenging to live with at times. But,no matter what,she was always exactly herself,take it or leave it. Giving was so ingrained in her nature,she just didn't feel right unless she could help somebody. A short story about her character.
   In 1998 I had sold my beloved 1980 Harley while living in Reno,to finance a move to Boise Idaho for a job,with the plan of buying another one once I was getting regular paychecks. Things didn't go as well as I'd expected them to,so I didn't get another bike,and a lot happened in the following years. I moved back home to Elko,Nevada in 2000. In 2008 I was in the Hospital,trying to get over pneumonia.and my Doctor was strongly urging me to do some home improvements (smoke damage from both parents' 40 years of heavy cigarette smoking-painting,hardwood floors,etc.)to make the house safe to live in with my breathing issues. Ann and I decided I should re-finance the house to cover some remodeling. Ann suggested,then insisted that I take enough to buy myself another Harley. She said,"James,every time a Harley goes by the house I see you die a little inside. You should get another Harley-you've paid your dues-now do something for YOU for a change,dammit." (clenched fists,stomps her foot,grins and blushes) It figures,that she'd see something in me that even I didn't spot. Ann would do just about anything for others,but would flat reject offers of assistance for herself. She was TOO stubborn,many times.
   Anyway,the reason I'm writing is to let you know how touched I am with your kind words and your appreciation of her contributions. She considered you good people her online family,a hard title to earn. I'd often hear her laughing or talking back to the computer while she wrote something on the forum or commented on a song or read a comment someone had written. You had as huge an impact on her as she did on you. Thank you for taking care of her while she was in your midst. She truly was in good company there,as I believe she is now.
   James
   sk8080hd@yahoo.com

Hi all;
   I'm Cynaera's brother James. I just wanted to tell all of you how much I appreciate all your comments on Cynaera. I went through and read all 9 pages,smiling through the tears. Naturally,I mi....

Hi all;
I'm Cynaera's brother James. I just wanted to tell all of you how much I appreciate all your comments on Cynaera. I went through and read all 9 pages,smiling through the tears. Naturally,I miss her terribly still,but it makes the pain much easier to bear to know I'm not hurting alone. I've been so blown away as I learn how many lives she was a part of,and I wish you all could have met her face to face. To be honest,I often didn't have such glowing remarks to give about her,as she could be -challenging to live with at times. But,no matter what,she was always exactly herself,take it or leave it. Giving was so ingrained in her nature,she just didn't feel right unless she could help somebody . A short story about her character.
In 1998 I had sold my beloved 1980 Harley while living in Reno,to finance a move to Boise Idaho for a job,with the plan of buying another one once I was getting regular paychecks. Things didn't go as well as I'd expected them to,so I didn't get another bike,and a lot happened in the following years. I moved back home to Elko,Nevada in 2000. In 2008 I was in the Hospital,trying to get over pneumonia.and my Doctor was strongly urging me to do some home improvements (smoke damage from both parents' 40 years of heavy cigarette smoking-painting,hardwood floors,etc.)to make the house safe to live in with my breathing issues. Ann and I decided I should re-finance the house to cover some remodeling. Ann suggested,then insisted that I take enough to buy myself another Harley. She said,"James,every time a Harley goes by the house I see you die a little inside. You should get another Harley-you've paid your dues-now do something for YOU for a change,dammit." (clenched fists,stomps her foot,grins and blushes) It figures,that she'd see something in me that even I didn't spot. Ann would do just about anything for others,but would flat reject offers of assistance for herself. She was TOO stubborn,many times.
Anyway,the reason I'm writing is to let you know how touched I am with your kind words and your appreciation of her contributions. She considered you good people her online family,a hard title to earn. I'd often hear her laughing or talking back to the computer while she wrote something on the forum or commented on a song or read a comment someone had written. You had as huge an impact on her as she did on you. Thank you for taking care of her while she was in your midst. She truly was in good company there,as I believe she is now.
James
sk8080hd@yahoo.com

Hi all;
   I'm Cynaera's brother James. I just wanted to tell all of you how much I appreciate all your comments on Cynaera. I went through and read all 9 pages,smiling through the tears. Naturally,I miss her terribly still,but it makes the pain much easier to bear to know I'm not hurting alone. I've been so blown away as I learn how many lives she was a part of,and I wish you all could have met her face to face. To be honest,I often didn't have such glowing remarks to give about her,as she could be-challenging to live with at times. But,no matter what,she was always exactly herself,take it or leave it. Giving was so ingrained in her nature,she just didn't feel right unless she could help somebody. A short story about her character.
   In 1998 I had sold my beloved 1980 Harley while living in Reno,to finance a move to Boise Idaho for a job,with the plan of buying another one once I was getting regular paychecks. Things didn't go as well as I'd expected them to,so I didn't get another bike,and a lot happened in the following years. I moved back home to Elko,Nevada in 2000. In 2008 I was in the Hospital,trying to get over pneumonia.and my Doctor was strongly urging me to do some home improvements (smoke damage from both parents' 40 years of heavy cigarette smoking-painting,hardwood floors,etc.)to make the house safe to live in with my breathing issues. Ann and I decided I should re-finance the house to cover some remodeling. Ann suggested,then insisted that I take enough to buy myself another Harley. She said,"James,every time a Harley goes by the house I see you die a little inside. You should get another Harley-you've paid your dues-now do something for YOU for a change,dammit." (clenched fists,stomps her foot,grins and blushes) It figures,that she'd see something in me that even I didn't spot. Ann would do just about anything for others,but would flat reject offers of assistance for herself. She was TOO stubborn,many times.
   Anyway,the reason I'm writing is to let you know how touched I am with your kind words and your appreciation of her contributions. She considered you good people her online family,a hard title to earn. I'd often hear her laughing or talking back to the computer while she wrote something on the forum or commented on a song or read a comment someone had written. You had as huge an impact on her as she did on you. Thank you for taking care of her while she was in your midst. She truly was in good company there,as I believe she is now.
   James
   sk8080hd@yahoo.com

Hi all;
   I'm Cynaera's brother James. I just wanted to tell all of you how much I appreciate all your comments on Cynaera. I went through and read all 9 pages,smiling through the tears. Naturally,I miss her terribly still,but it makes the pain much easier to bear to know I'm not hurting alone. I've been so blown away as I learn how many lives she was a part of,and I wish you all could have met her face to face. To be honest,I often didn't have such glowing remarks to give about her,as she could be-challenging to live with at times. But,no matter what,she was always exactly herself,take it or leave it. Giving was so ingrained in her nature,she just didn't feel right unless she could help somebody. A short story about her character.
   In 1998 I had sold my beloved 1980 Harley while living in Reno,to finance a move to Boise Idaho for a job,with the plan of buying another one once I was getting regular paychecks. Things didn't go as well as I'd expected them to,so I didn't get another bike,and a lot happened in the following years. I moved back home to Elko,Nevada in 2000. In 2008 I was in the Hospital,trying to get over pneumonia.and my Doctor was strongly urging me to do some home improvements (smoke damage from both parents' 40 years of heavy cigarette smoking-painting,hardwood floors,etc.)to make the house safe to live in with my breathing issues. Ann and I decided I should re-finance the house to cover some remodeling. Ann suggested,then insisted that I take enough to buy myself another Harley. She said,"James,every time a Harley goes by the house I see you die a little inside. You should get another Harley-you've paid your dues-now do something for YOU for a change,dammit." (clenched fists,stomps her foot,grins and blushes) It figures,that she'd see something in me that even I didn't spot. Ann would do just about anything for others,but would flat reject offers of assistance for herself. She was TOO stubborn,many times.
   Anyway,the reason I'm writing is to let you know how touched I am with your kind words and your appreciation of her contributions. She considered you good people her online family,a hard title to earn. I'd often hear her laughing or talking back to the computer while she wrote something on the forum or commented on a song or read a comment someone had written. You had as huge an impact on her as she did on you. Thank you for taking care of her while she was in your midst. She truly was in good company there,as I believe she is now.
   James
   sk8080hd@yahoo.com

Hi all;
   I'm Cynaera's brother James. I just wanted to tell all of you how much I appreciate all your comments on Cynaera. I went through and read all 9 pages,smiling through the tears. Naturally,I miss her terribly still,but it makes the pain much easier to bear to know I'm not hurting alone. I've been so blown away as I learn how many lives she was a part of,and I wish you all could have met her face to face. To be honest,I often didn't have such glowing remarks to give about her,as she could be-challenging to live with at times. But,no matter what,she was always exactly herself,take it or leave it. Giving was so ingrained in her nature,she just didn't feel right unless she could help somebody. A short story about her character.
   In 1998 I had sold my beloved 1980 Harley while living in Reno,to finance a move to Boise Idaho for a job,with the plan of buying another one once I was getting regular paychecks. Things didn't go as well as I'd expected them to,so I didn't get another bike,and a lot happened in the following years. I moved back home to Elko,Nevada in 2000. In 2008 I was in the Hospital,trying to get over pneumonia.and my Doctor was strongly urging me to do some home improvements (smoke damage from both parents' 40 years of heavy cigarette smoking-painting,hardwood floors,etc.)to make the house safe to live in with my breathing issues. Ann and I decided I should re-finance the house to cover some remodeling. Ann suggested,then insisted that I take enough to buy myself another Harley. She said,"James,every time a Harley goes by the house I see you die a little inside. You should get another Harley-you've paid your dues-now do something for YOU for a change,dammit." (clenched fists,stomps her foot,grins and blushes) It figures,that she'd see something in me that even I didn't spot. Ann would do just about anything for others,but would flat reject offers of assistance for herself. She was TOO stubborn,many times.
   Anyway,the reason I'm writing is to let you know how touched I am with your kind words and your appreciation of her contributions. She considered you good people her online family,a hard title to earn. I'd often hear her laughing or talking back to the computer while she wrote something on the forum or commented on a song or read a comment someone had written. You had as huge an impact on her as she did on you. Thank you for taking care of her while she was in your midst. She truly was in good company there,as I believe she is now.
   James
   sk8080hd@yahoo.com

Oh, Crippled Inside by John Lennon.

It doesn't seem like it actually has a meaning, but when I searched I found a lot of sad stuff.
 

Which song?

Also, does anyone know what her username means? Been wondering that for a long time.