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Wednesday, 31 October 2007

  • Philosophy

    shifts uneasily from fear to fear,
    till he ends by never starting

    the Nothing about them swallows them up: their
    restlessness of spirit leads straight to a negation of life--to
    perversion, madness, suicide--the death of the individual, in short.

    like the Virgin who does indeed tread the serpent underfoot--her
    face serene and confident meanwhile--but who nevertheless has the
    monster under her body and in contact with her flesh!
    -Benedetto Croce


    As a philosopher, if I were
    speaking to a purely philosophic audience I should say that I ought to
    describe myself as an Agnostic, because I do not think that there is a
    conclusive argument by which one prove that there is not a God.
    On the other hand, if I am to convey the right impression to the ordinary
    man in the street I think I ought to say that I am an Atheist, because
    when I say that I cannot prove that there is not a God, I ought to add
    equally that I cannot prove that there are not the Homeric gods.
    -Bertrand Russell

Friday, 21 September 2007

  • See! Mind defocusing. (About BDD)

    "All of the previous behaviors probably seem quite different from one another, but if you analyze them closely enough, you'll find that most of them have something in common. They are behaviors that can help the mind dissociate. Each of them can be repeated over and over again, with perfection rarely being achieved, meaning that the task can never be completed. Imagine a husband, that has been working hard all day, to come home to his wife who yells at him for throwing his dirty clothes on the ground, and a houseful of screaming children that are jumping up and down in the background. All he wants is some peace of mind, so he decides to head on outside and do some yard work. This yard work is not done because he has the desire to work even harder after his long day of tedious work, but it's because he wants to get his mind off things that are really bothering him. By mowing the lawn, and clipping leaves, he can worry that things don't look quite perfect instead of worrying about what he'll say to his wife to make her happy, or how he can convince his kids to settle down. The more he wants to avoid going back inside, the more work he'll find to do outside. The more complex issues on a BDDer's mind, the more likely he or she will perform endless rituals."

    -http://www.bddcentral.com/description5.htm

    And in this video, Joy Nash talks about how we do this, aswell.
    She touches on how we use our looks as an excuse.

Wednesday, 12 September 2007

  • 2Pac Quotes

    2Pac: In His Words


    I think to find truth you may have to first find the lies.
    &
    I always find it nice to be aware of what I'm taming and untaming myself.
    ~
    "And if you look between the lines you'll find a rhyme
    AS strong as a fuckin' nine"

    So, I looked..

    [I never did really complete this, but uh I guess here!]

    • We all gon' die, we bleed through similar veins.
    • Steady study your lessons and keep the crowd guessin'!
    • I'd rather die than be a slave.
      Slaves come as dope dealers, some come as addicts.
    • But through whatever you see,
      through all the rain and the pain,
      you gotta keep your sense of humor.
    • If you believe then you can achieve
      Just look at me
      Against all odds, though life is hard we carry on
      Livin' in the projects, broke with no lights on
      To all the seeds that follow me
      protect your essence
      Born with less, but you still precious
    • Don't let'em make you worry 
      keep swingin' at these suckas till you buried.
    • On the whole, I don't have any friends. Friends come and go; I've lost my trust factor. I believe I have people who think they're my friend. And I believe that there are people probably in their heart who are friends toward me or are friends to me. But they're not my friends, because what I learned is that fear is stronger than love. So soon as somebody scaries comes along, they won't be my friend anymore. I learned that on the floor at Times Square-so I don't have friends, I have family.
    • Mama told me they're be days like this
      But I'm pissed cause it stays like this
    • Unlock my brain, break tha chains of your misery
    • Say no to drugs but the governments' keep it
      Running through our community, killing the unity
    • But its wrong to keeping someone from learning something
      So get up, its time to start nation building
      I'm fed up, we gotta start teaching children
      That they can be all that they wanna to be
      There's much more to life than just poverty
    • Conquer the enemy on with education
    • Know thy self, teach what we been through
    • I am what you made me
      The hate and evil that you gave me
    • Never surrender, it's all about the faith you got don't ever stop, just push it til you hit the top and if you drop, at least you know you gave your all be true to you, and that way you can never fall.
    • You got to find a way to survive cause they win when your soul dies.
    • Some of us kill, but still, most of us can change.
    • To me, I feel that my game is strong. I feel as thought I'm a shining prince, just like Malcolm, and I feel that all of us are shining princes, and if we live like princes, then whatever we want can be ours. Anything.
    • And now i'm like a major threat, 'Cause I remind you of the things you were made to forget.
    • ... be true to you, believe that there is no one bigger
  • Ugly Lyrics

    Read comments:
    "It's not by him [Johnny Cash], it was
    originally written by Odis
    Cochran and the Three Bigots
    and was performed by
    a guy named Johnny Rebel"

    Actually, This has just happened to me again, with another song! On Limewire. So all you people coming from search engines, if you saw it on Limewire like me - beware. Some songs on Limewire have been tampered with on songs with the N-word. This time it was a Hatebreed song, supposedly titled, "Kill the niggers." But I had no luck in finding lyrics to this song, or any proof of it's existence.


    SHIP THOSE NIGGERS BACK LYRICS

    Ring that bell. Shout for joy. White man's day is here.
    Gather all those equals up and herd them on the pier.
    America for white. Africa for black.
    Send those apes back to the trees. Ship those niggers back.
    Ring that bell. Shout for joy. White man's day is here.
    Twenty million ugly coons already on the pier.
    America for white. Africa for black.
    Send those apes back to the trees. Ship those niggers back.
    Ring that bell. Shout for joy. White man's day is here.
    Boats are ready for the trip. We won't shed a tear.
    America for white. Africa for black.
    Send those apes back to the trees. Ship those niggers back.
    Ring that bell. Shout for joy. White man's day is here.
    Hand that chimp his ugly stick. Hand that buck his spear.
    America for white. Africa for black.
    Send those apes back to the trees. Ship those niggers back.
    Ring that bell. Shout for joy. White man's day is here.
    Twenty million jigaboos Africa will steer.
    America for white. Africa for black.
    Send those apes back to the trees. Ship those niggers back.
    Ring that bell. Shout for joy. White man's day is here.
    There they go far out to sea. See them disappear.
    America for white. Africa for black.
    Send those apes back to the trees. Ship those niggers back.
    Ring that bell. Shout for joy. White man's day is here.
    Boats are leaking badly now. They sink we sadly fear.
    America for white. Africa for black.
    Send those apes back to the trees. Ship those niggers back.
    Ring that bell. Shout for joy. White man's day is here.
    No more nigger civil rights led by nigger queers.
    America for white. Africa for black.
    Send those apes back to the trees. Ship those niggers back.
    Ring that bell. Shout for joy. White man's day is here.
    Our homes, our schools, our city streets of niggers will be clear.
    America for white. Africa for black.
    Send those apes back to the trees. Ship those niggers back.
    Ring that bell. Shout for joy. White man's day is here.
    America will be all white; the land we love so dear.
    America for white. Africa for black.
    Send those apes back to the trees. Ship those niggers back.

Friday, 01 December 2006

  • Summer


    My Summer, my Judas
    You seen the smoke
    From my Pandora's box
    Like a tower on fire
    And you ran away
    Left me to a Trail of Tears
    Our bond, a Titanic

    Stumbled on a ballet stage
    Strangled my body like a vintage
    To follow the foreign routine
    A Grape of Wrath, I finally grasped
    I was just a harmless stalker
    To the elaborate dancer performing



    --By me of course...late 06? or early 07

Wednesday, 13 September 2006

  • Pappy

    Pappy So, today is the one year anniversary of my PawPaw's death. I heard my family talking about it. David said, earlier in the day PawPaw spoke of being ready to die and just wanted to get more of the rent paid so we wouldn't be left to pay for so much. He was painting the apartments we lived in to take off the rent. David said PawPaw was drunk and high so he didn't pay attention to it. My people had me write a lil remembrance to put in the newspaper. Don't know if they did. But here is a poem I wrote (not the remembrance thing):


    Load your launcher with your rocks
    Hold your lighter at the tip
    Five, four, three, two, one
    You're going higher
    Crackle, crackle
    Your heart's on fire
    But you don't feel the pain
    Robots and Techno
    Ashes burning up your string
    The bomb's about to blow
    You're blasting into space
    The pounds are dropping off
    as you're riding astro waves
    It's too hot up there
    You say it's just a phase
    What a memorial it will be,
    your dust soaring our Milky Way
    I pretend to taste you with the wind
    And feel your touch with the rain
    I'm just spinning reality now
    This was all just.. yesterday


    By: Me 9/15-17/06

Tuesday, 22 August 2006

  • Mrs. Jones' (poem)

    Coming together just in time to fall apart
    let's combine our passion with our pain
    all the stress
    "Gotta learn how to shake the snakes"
    Years sitting alone in a closet
    began to hate the thoughts of my brain
    Now I turn the lights out when I cry
    Though, when I did right infront of Mom
    she never said a thing
    Let's pretend like everything is alright
    We are the Jones', Mrs Jones',
    You never prepared me for all the change
    Hurts so bad to know, Mrs Jones,
    that I made you ashamed
    Why do you get drunk and yell at me
    for being you?
    bound by our family chain
    All that I've been through
    has made me afraid
    To
    Be
    Just
    Like
    You
    ..are you not the one to blame?



    --By me