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Posted: 11/9/2008 8:36:20 AM | Change will not come if we wait for some other person or some other time. We are the ones we've been waiting for. We are the change that we seek.
If you're walking down the right path and you're willing to keep walking, eventually you'll make progress.
Today we are engaged in a deadly global struggle for those who would intimidate, torture, and murder people for exercising the most basic freedoms. If we are to win this struggle and spread those freedoms, we must keep our own moral compass pointed in a true direction.
Barack Obama...
all I can say is thank you america for voting what was in your heart...not what the lobbyist's and media told you to do...but what you thought was right... | |
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Posted: 11/9/2008 8:55:15 AM | I have 2 huge dogs & I was buying a large bag
of Pal at The Big W and standing inline at
the check out.
A woman behind me asked if I had a dog.
On impulse, I told her that no, I was
starting The Pal Diet again although I
probably shouldn't because I'd ended up in
the hospital last time, but that I'd lost 50
pounds before I awakened in an intensive care
ward with tubes coming out of most of my
orifices and IV's in both arms.
I told her that it was essentially a perfect
diet and that the way that it works is to
load your pants pockets with Pal nuggets and
simply eat one or two every time you feel
hungry & that the food is nutritionally
complete so I was going to try it again.
I have to mention here that practically
everyone in the line was by now enthralled
with my story, particularly a guy who was
behind her.
Horrified, she asked if I'd ended up in the
hospital in that condition because I had been
poisoned. I told her no; it was because I'd
been sitting in the street licking my balls
and a car hit me.
I thought one guy was going to have a heart
attack he was laughing so hard as he
staggered out the door.
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| Hash' s Hause ....
Posted: 11/9/2008 9:43:31 AM | you have me laughin' out loud...
too funny hash..
tooo f'ing funny!!
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Posted: 11/10/2008 9:39:55 AM | Hi, I'm Cody. I'm 11 years old, with brown
eyes, soft blonde fur and in excellent shape
for my age. But this isn't really about me.
I'm posting for my human, as he thinks this
online dating thing is silly and won't do it
himself. But I think it could work.
Especially if the humans will finally realize
that we dogs are much better judges of
character than they are and let us do the
picking and choosing for them. But anyway, my
human needs a date. Don't get me wrong, I
love him and all, but now and again a dog
just needs the apartment to himself for an
evening on the couch watching all the hot
babes on Animal Planet, can you feel me here?
His name is Hash, and I think he's just
adorable he has blonde hair and pretty grey
eyes. He's funny and an excellent cook. He
doesn't like it if you eat between meals
though, but I'll show you how to do "the
look". He can't resist "the look", just to
note he also gives the best back scratches in
the world and OMG you should let him rub your
belly (I was hooked the very first time). I
take him running with me just about every
day, so he's in fairly good shape. He even
has a job and buys things. He likes to take
me places with him (we went to Burningman a
couple months ago to visit some old friends),
so I bet he'll want to take you places, too.
He reads alot of books (sometimes he reads
them to me, isn't that cute?), and he blushes
every time he talks to a human girl. But he
loves dogs, that's why I take him to the park
with me. He always has to stop and pet all
the dogs. I can't tell you how many new
friends I've met that way.
So, do you have a shy female human that you
want to get out of the house more often? She
should be smart. Hash is smart he knows how
to fetch and never ever pees on the floor or
drinks from the toilet. Your human should
also be nice. The last chick he brought home
was a total loser. She was kind of mean to
him and she told him that he had to get rid
of me. That's when he kicked her to the curb.
Damn straight. So, your human has to be nice
to Hash, because if she isn't, I'll bite her.
Here's what I propose: let's get our humans
out of the house together. Maybe if they like
each other, they'll get out of the house
together more often and we can have our
respective couches to ourselves every night
and the weekends too. How's that sound?
If you also happen to be a fine female specimen of
the canine variety, then you can come over
and share my couch too. Hash had me snipped, so
it's totally safe.
Respectfully Yours,
The Dog
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| Hash' s Hause ....
Posted: 11/10/2008 9:58:32 AM | I was wondering if maybe you girls out there could answer a couple of short questions for me if you have a few minutes and dont mind.....
The Potential Girlfriend Entry Examination
Section One: Multiple Choice
Q1. Six months into our relationship, I go away to a remote tropical location with my friends for a week. This vacation was planned two years prior to meeting you. This is:
a) A great opportunity to finally get some things done without me around.
b) A great opportunity to attempt to sleep with my roommate or my boss and/or both
c) A sign that you are probably just some casual fling that I could toss aside at any given moment despite the fact I bought you probably the most thoughtful gift you've ever received and written you a letter for every day while I’ve been away, leaving you no choice but to “Go immediately on the Defensive”
d) A perfect occasion for us to have a candlelit dinner and great sex at home the night before I leave, followed by a mini 'welcome home' party when I get back that’s guest list consists of you, me, a bottle of wine, some rope and a full pack of condoms
Q2. We've talked every night for eight days with conversation time averaging about an hour or more per night. On a Thursday night, when faced with a deadline, I express a need to get off the phone so I can finish some paperwork and go to bed at a reasonable hour. You answer by:
a) Expressing your feelings of devotion in three words or less, quickly say goodbye while confirming that our plans for tomorrow night are still on.
b) Say goodbye, but then immediately begin talking about something that we hadn't discussed as thoroughly or as religiously possible two nights prior.
c) Take that as a sign that I'm abandoning you, and begin to point out, that because of it I have commitment issues, that you're clearly not my priority, and then cry.
d) Say goodbye, but manage to do it with such menace and venom that I stay on the phone for another three silence filled hours, broken only by fits of your gentle weeping and possible suicide threats.
Q3. We are out drinking with some friends and I'm throwing change at your cleavage, which is deliciously on display Do you:
a) Wing the largest of the coins at my head, with an evil glare and then refuse to speak to me for the rest of the day/evening. Therefore blowing any chance of sex
b) Readily encourage my behavior, and allow me to purchase Afternoon Delights from you at steeply discounted prices.
c) Cry.
d) Cry and pick a fight with me, taking my actions as a total lack of respect for you and then begin to point out that because of it I have commitment issues, that you're clearly not my priority, and then cry some more.
Q4. We're having a fight at home. You:
a) Throw me out of your apartment, then thirty minutes later send 17 texts and attempt to call 13 times in the space of two and a half minutes.
b) Give me space when the discussion gets too heated for rational thought, and redress your complaints in a calmer manner when we've both had a chance to cool down.
c) Flip me the bird.
d) Wail on my junk.
e) both c and d
f) realize that the fight is about nothing, and begin creating fictional problems and make wild accusations about my obsession with material goods and having a wandering eye.
g) f, then d, then c.
Q5. I am playing [video games OR tabletop gaming OR fantasy football]. You:
a) Push me out of the way trying to join in, because it looks like hella fun.
b) Leave me to it, in the hopes that I'll leave you a few things to do in on your own.
c) Attempt to get me to quit by using tactics like nagging, vandalism and emotional sabotage as an effective campaign against what you call my 'nerdy addiction.'
d) c, but also include deriding me to your friends.
Section Two: True or False
Q1. Rationale and Reason are the same thing.
Q2. Fishnets and/or Thigh High Spiked Boots are a wardrobe must.
Q3. Obama is probably the most influential political figure of our time
Q4. Learning body language and communication cues is important.
Q5. 'Anchorman' and 'Superbad' are hilarious movies.
Q6. Animals in sweaters in public are not cute
Q7. Tattoo’s and Piercings should be given away when you pay your taxes
Q8. Talking in your 'cute voice' just before you put my balls in your mouth is sexy.
Q9. Sex is an important part of a relationship, and should be had frequently,
Section Three: Short Essay.
Please select one of the following questions and answer it as fully as time will allow. Please try and be as descriptive as possible, and where applicable, come up with at least TWO convincing arguments to support your case. Arguments must be backed up with cited evidence, not mere anecdotal perspective.
E1. If I was a crime-fighting caped vigilante/super hero by night, what efforts would you make to support my cause and help me to combat the ever rising threat of evil that has been plaguing our city?
E2. Please come up with a convincing game-plan for me to come shopping with you, keeping in mind my retail oriented operating attention span is about twelve seconds, and I have been prone to wandering after flashing lights and shiny things.
E3. Describe in intimate detail why our chemistry will sizzle profoundly as our opposite polarities ignite a firestorm of passion, roaringly good sex, thoroughly intellectual conversation, mindless possibilities, long rabid nights out on the town, and the potential for something totally bizarre and fulfilling.
Instructions: Please answer all of the questions above completely as directed in each section. You will be marked for grammar, spelling, cleverness, creativity and boob-size. Please keep in mind that while this is not an application for a job, your performance on this test will be a direct reflection of your relationship abilities and could be used for reference without notice at any later date. When the clock strikes the hour, you may begin. You have sixty minutes to complete the test.
Please submit answers via the email link provided. Please also keep a copy of this test and your answers to submit for reference at any and all legal proceedings. Remember to ensure your name, number and bra size are clearly written at the top of your paper, and don't forget to attach a photo (3/4 length or full).
Thanks and Good Luck
Hash
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| Hash' s Hause ....
Posted: 11/19/2008 3:21:50 PM | barren...
empty thyself, pour it all out
consternation aside, choose
assume nothing, and walk free
easy they say, they all say that
letting go of everything
is much harder than it seems
always something deeper in there
the bones buried in your past
shitty little reminders exposed
closer to the bottom, almost there
what will I have left after..
who will replenish the vessel..???
countless times, tipping the glass
the endless dripping maddens
I long for emptyness, squeeze me dry..
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Posted: 11/19/2008 3:29:05 PM | Identity...
dreamy wonderings of identity
pick and choose at your own complexity
multiple varieties spread here and before me
closing my eyes, carefully I step through the door
a costume shop patron can never be bored
persona and guise, stacked to the rafters
who knows what hero I can be the day after
childish glee is the glue that decides me
swashbuckling adventures of new personality
there hanging above, look... a new individuality
fantasy, fiction or horror, if you'd rather
as long as it fits is all that really matters
all I know is if it were up to me...
I'd spend the day in....
dreamy wonderings of identity
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Posted: 11/19/2008 3:33:37 PM | Baby...
baby, i'm having a mighty fine time
accessories strewn around the keep
but after all whats the point
that mother phuckers always spiked with pain
unfortunately, time is only relative
and when there's sunshine we can shine together
trusting in the forgiveness of your eyes
undone and forlorn swaying before your altar
blinding direction, flashes of brilliance
my thirst exceeds the madness
contumacious, intractable unbalanced
the thirst craving yet more substinance
I can hear them whisper....
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| Hash' s Hause ....
Posted: 11/21/2008 3:10:49 PM | life...
life is not a dream, its real
no matter how hard you try
the shade has been drawn
illuminated, openly displayed
your indifference betrayed
the sightless meandering
through the pages of time..
seeker of nothing, lost in his prime
your footsteps have faded
you thought you had made it
splintered reality, screaming at you
your worst nightmare construed
flooding through your mind
the doorways of a thousand days
so much wasted, so much pain
the sightless meandering
through the pages of time..
seeker of nothing, lost in his prime
your paths, lost and faded
you thought you had made it
i watched the change in you
overcome by the new
shedding the skin of your past
you moved, a limited view
it could never last
life is but a dream...
breathe...
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Posted: 11/21/2008 3:34:02 PM | Cherry
deep in the forest
where no man has been
lived a cherry tree
strong but thin
nobody cared
and nobody saw
the first day it blossomed
and when the cherries would fall
except for some rabbits
and squirrels and other shit too
but then the cherry tree died
boohoo phucking boo
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| Hash' s Hause ....
Posted: 11/22/2008 1:07:05 AM | life...
life is not a dream, its real
no matter how hard you try
the shade has been drawn
illuminated openly displayed
your indifference betrayed
the sightless meandering
through the pages of time..
seeker of nothing, lost in his prime
your footsteps have faded
you thought you had made it
splintered reality, screaming at you
your worst nightmare construed
flooding through your mind
the doorways of a thousand days
so much wasted, so much pain
the sightless meandering
through the pages of time..
seeker of nothing, lost in his prime
your paths, lost and faded
you thought you had made it
i watched the change in you
overcome by the new
shedding the skin of your past
you moved, a limited view
it could never last
life is a dream...
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| Hash' s Hause ....
Posted: 11/22/2008 5:17:16 AM | well hash...
you're dog seems like a pretty smart pup...
you can tell he really loves ya..
took your test
(in under an hour, thank you very much)
i probably flunked...
shyt, i hate tests anyway...r
and
your words
keep writing those words
they are becoming
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Posted: 11/22/2008 9:58:39 AM | A day in the life of....
Until a couple years ago, I hadn’t paid to much attention to grooming in the southern regions.... Fastidiously clean, yes… but trimmed up and tight, probably not so much…. one day, on a whim, I decided that things were looking somewhat unkempt, and figured to while away the afternoon “clearing some brush“…. Now mind you, being of northern welsh stock, I’m not a very hairy guy anyway and the hair I do have tends to be light and pretty fine... In a pinch, I can skip a day or two of shaving and still be more or less respectable at work. But I suddenly didn’t like the look, and decided hairless might be the answer to my new found pelvic unsightliness.
It was much, much harder than it looked. The male regional geography is quite varied, and caused some rather awkward angles just to be able see what was going on, much less safely running a razor sharp piece of steel over some of my most sensitive and highly treasured bits. I did this in the shower, and between the shaving cream and the water, and the overall texture changes.. things quickly got slick, what with having to pull this way and that, enabling access to get underneath something or just to have a taut, flat area to work on. The final result, (while a vast improvement in looks and feel), was still unsatisfactory, with a little overall stubble remaining here and there, I still seemed to have missed some spots no matter how diligent and contorted I got…. Also, it grew back rather quickly…. …..I knew then I needed assistance.
So, a couple months ago I started thinking about waxing. Now, obviously there are issues here, the primary one being pain. After all, there are the constant popular horror stories as to how much it hurts. But more significantly, this seems to be the sole province of women, and probably gay men. Am I finally becoming the dreaded metrosexual of the rapidly fading media fad…?? Clearly I hope not, but still, this operation, if it were to be put into motion, must remain a closely held secret…. But where to turn…??? I had seen a couple of recurrent postings under the Therapeutic Services section in the local indie rag (while innocently perusing for a licensed & somewhat reputable massage therapist) One ad in particular had a website that noted that they did “Brazilian Waxing“ and that they catered to men as well…. Having always cherished a desire to travel to Brazil I figured what the hell and I made “The Call“…. I explained to the woman on the line that I was a virgin waxer, and proceeded to ask a series of basic and probably really stupid questions. She was patient and gave me an appointment for next Wednesday evening. I arrived at the building right on time and didn’t see any signs. I went up the stairs to the second floor, and emerged in the waiting area of a very busy glass fronted beauty salon, with ten or so bored, over-coiffed foreign stylists staring longingly at me like a fresh piece of meat. Clearly I was in the wrong place, but perhaps they had heard of the place I was looking for..??? Maybe but, the one in charge a rather pretty and exotic European woman, took me under her wing and led me throughout the entire salon, gathering graciously unwanted attention from all present, both employees and clients. She told me, there was an Asian girl here that did waxing, as well as another laser hair removal Technician, also here in the salon. I assured her it was neither as all the stalls here were surprisingly “OPEN” …she took me back around the salon again, this time introducing me to the manager in the process, and called the laser woman up. After telling her there was a client here in need of her services loud enough so all could hear, once again establishing… what I already knew, I was in the wrong place…. I finally extracted myself from the clutches of the adoring and gracious salon ladies and slunk silently back to my car… Where I called the number that I had brought with me.. it turned out that the place was there, in a closet with an unmarked door at the top of the stairs above the salon/dreadfully exposed laser place. Arriving in a flush, I knocked and the technician opened the door… I would have placed her as perhaps Persian, but her name suggested Hispanic, not that it mattered much.. for she was young and very attractive, reviving yet another one of my deepest seated fears, the one that terrifies me in regards to nudist camps and outdoor massages in public..: that there could be a socially inappropriate “swelling” reaction at some critical juncture during the procedure….My palms began sweating profusely….
After filling out the requisite paperwork, she left me to undress from the waist down, and told me to lie down on the table with a small washcloth strategically placed over the treasured bits…. I wasn’t sure of the purpose, but as a novice, figured I should wait and see. I really couldn’t understand how she was going to work on those “areas” without being able to see them, but figured maybe there was a intricate, painstaking, and completely ineffectual dance of the draping cloth if only for form’s sake…I would lie there and do as I was told… Sure enough, as soon as she came in, she flipped the washcloth up so that everything was fully “exposed“, and then started to point, discuss, and push a few things around for a better view.. she had me get a good grip and really stretch things out, carefully showing me how firmly and in what direction to pull first. All this groping and flaunting, with a bright light blaring in my eyes and her face just inches away from “my junk“… normally would have “given rise to big problems“.. but I needn’t have worried in this case between the surrealism, the heat from the lights and the overwhelming fear growing in the pit of my stomach.., there was never really even a remote danger of ….“Mr. Happy getting happy“….
The actual waxing, surprisingly for the most part, wasn’t really all that bad, considering that someone was smearing hot wax on my sensitive bits and ripping it off pertly the actual heat of the wax was slightly more painful in most cases than the subsequent pull a minute later, though I do have to admit…there were some moments where, a greater concentration of “brush” required a somewhat harder or quicker pull…that did have me gritting my teeth and gasping softly…. thank god I didn’t scream.
Periodically, she’d have me sit up and she’d ask, “What about here..??” or “How’s that..??“ …All in all, it was rather odd to be sitting there in only a shirt calmly discussing the appearance of my exposed and defoliated genitals with a woman that I’d never met before…shit , I’ve never even done that with my doctor…. When we both agreed that the front was cleared to perfection, she had me flip over onto my knees and elbows, with my face in the table with my “you know what” pointed directly at the door as she proceeded to do her Brazilian thing on the “back forty“…. Keep in mind that I was aimed at the door of this tiny room, and I kept wondering if someone would burst in… looking for the storage closet or perhaps a broom and get an unforgettable shot of me posed and ready for action…. Throughout this whole procedure, she kept up a polite conversation about where I was from, my job, my dog, had I ever been to brazil..etc…???. The whole thing took just under an hour, and she only charged me $150 bucks... Thankfully, she gave me some of the coconut oiled joy that she had used on me earlier, and told me that it should be “weed free” from four to six weeks. Now things this morning are still a little tender in a couple places, which I suspect was more from the heat than the defoliation. But the look is fantastic. And even though I still get a jolt of surprise every time I run my hand there, I’d have to call myself a satisfied customer. Though I’ll have to see whether I can ever rack up the nerve to show my face there again… But still, I hadn’t really imagined earlier that I’d be spending my Wednesday evening balanced on a rickety table face down, ass up while I paid a stranger to slather my crack and balls with hot wax. On the other hand, I fortunately discovered a very interesting Armenian bakery with some rather excellent coffee’s right downstairs…
keep on keepin on....
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| Hash' s Hause ....
Posted: 12/1/2008 11:44:18 AM | There's something to be said...
....for standing alone...
Looking in from the outside
To wonder what is become
Of what is right in front of you...
It can choke the life out of what is surreal...
But won't...because it needs more..
Always it's needing more..
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| Hash' s Hause ....
Posted: 12/1/2008 11:45:08 AM | astray...
wandering wandering
scraping away
the vestiges newly
discovered this day
stranded again & doing nothing
wasted away, walking astray
stuck in the middle
a gruesome array
somewhere on the other side
of tommorrow...
waits a similar day
same old stench
of the
same old tired bouquet
xerox copy, of a similar sort
a liquid filled crystal display
yea. do I wander
alone through this valley
of death and
festering decay
velocity mired
quite simply a tired
burned up cliche
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| Hash' s Hause ....
Posted: 12/1/2008 1:25:31 PM | The Matrix has you...
Every person here is a freak
so long mother phucker so long
the matrix is real, cant you see..???
safe safe save save sugar sugar sublime
who wants sublimity
the illuminati do
generational bloodlines
controlling our option to be
spontaneously transmitting all the time
on the wrong frequency
a wonderful time now for humans
if you will but stop and realize that you can be better
put down the chip and multidimensional reality
can be received
what we believe is what we see
there is no spoon
the natural process of improbability
is an illusion on a much deeper level
I am therefore, I am
the freedom of limitless perception
is one infinite I
ignore the illuminati and all will die
manipulation binds you
the Fibonacci sequence says
everything when added
becomes everything anyway
subject yourself to mass criticisms
and you too can be free
the Iowasca state of symbolism
encouraged to it by her religion is
yet another, prison to be cleansed
believe in everything cradle to grave
and we shall pass it on
unwillingly to new generations
subliminally drip fed by tube to the head
your reality is still real
embedded deep where they cant reach
today is the tomorrow you worried about yesterday, was it worth it
and to think I used to talk to nobody
now everybody hears the beat of my drum
realize that you are a slave chemically inclined
to kill off your desire to be a freak
know thyself and you shall find no stranger
their power is built from the chains of your acquiescence
once we realize that love is the power then no one will love it
the ultimate expression is toppling the cards so carefully stacked
infinite love is the only truth everything else is illusion
stop today and realize they are pulling the wool over your eyes
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Posted: 12/1/2008 5:41:54 PM | spastic haiku..
Hourglass empty
How hard is it to tempt thee
While … not exempting
me, here independently
Rebelliously free
Posing contemptuously
At last, and free we
Can be, the enlightened one
I’m trying to be…
Laid here before me, undone
Yet tortuously,
forever eluding me
Soulless and empty
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Posted: 12/2/2008 8:21:03 AM | Freak....
ahh to be a freak,
not one to be normal,
not one to be meek
this journey lie hazardous
this could take all week
escaped and free, unbound by the light
try as i may, try as i might
better to be playin freaky tonight.....
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Posted: 12/2/2008 8:47:43 AM | spastic freak haiku
you said it
didn't you
how being normal
just isn't you
nor me, nor anyone
really i know, how 'bout you?
all freaks who seek
other freaks with whom
to have fun and then
gather more and come
through the open door
to freakdom
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Posted: 12/6/2008 9:59:00 PM | Crayon...
we live together, contained, inside
my feelings and the memory of nights
spent restless beneath your light
I count the days until my fingers
once more taste the sigh of your
mouth the madness is only the
loneliness as the crayon
continues to portray me
loving you falling deeper
into the words protecting me from
you pulling the script across my
mirrors, blocking out the light
of that perceived reality
time ravages on the softest part
of then creeping beneath the lines
that separate common wisdom from
what's really true.
I cast out prayer as a
path into the heart of
nothing, empty laughing
soft behind my fingertips
I turn sadly into my pillow
enveloped in the craziness of
love always pushing against the
edge of knowing... untold the
hours descending me slowly into
another darkness alone I can
never rise again to the top of
your radience, picnicing alone
sagaciously while you slip quietly
past my defenses I remember you
before I remembered you...
watching your face solemnly devoid
as you dreamt of me without you
the alarm clock blaring loudly
feet pondering gravity I stumble
blind through the fog of my pain
stirring coffee still lingering
in you feeling your fingers on me
as I make waffles and think of
the places your kisses fell....
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| Wake the Phuck up....
Posted: 12/7/2008 12:22:42 PM | When will you all finally accept that the Bushes and their Masters are the penultimate cause of all of this hate and death... Papa Bush is the dirtiest one still alive still and of them all Dub'ya is just a puppet... make no mistake my firends these men are evil in ways you would be horrified to learn...(ck Infowars dot com or Bohemian Grove..Alex Jones) 911 was not committed by Saudi's or even Muslim Terrorist's ...Be smarter and try to act as if you were informed, seven of the nineteen supposed attackers are still alive today (ck David Icke..freedom or fascism.. careful because this will amaze you) The jet that supposedly hit the pentagon... still flying today, they never even filed for an insurance claim on it ... Come on people even the one in Penns...no wreckage, completly incinerated on impact. That has never happened with any other plane, in any other crash ever recorded....no bodies, not one (agin never happened before, even in korea when the plane hit the mountaintop at over 400 miles p/hour, wreckage and bodies or pieces of them strewn everywhere....no black box, every black box from every plane crash ever on record, at least since they were invented... has been found, even at the bottom of the sea....Why couldn't we find that one or the one from the pentagon, because neither of them were even planes, The wreckage from the pentagon didn't even have an engine in it. Two of then at Six Tons each and they disintegrated on impact, they didn't even scratch or damage the outer wall....Hello..!!!
Where is the video tape from the gas station across the street from the Pentagon, it had a perfect view (the only one) of the "plane" coming in and skipping across the grass (which wasn't even torn or gouged) before it slammed into the outer wall, confiscated by the CIA (Papa Bush at work again) Never to be seen again ..The Bushes have made it a terrorist crime to even possess some of this information, Why..???..(ck Loose Change 2nd edition..Dylan Avery) please inform yourselves. Al Quaida is an army of freedom fighters that Papa Bush built and supplied. Do you even know what Al Quaida translates to..."The List as in the list of Freedom Fighters" we compiled to stop Russia in Afghanistan (which actually worked) and then when they realized who they were puppeting for.. they went rouge. Saddam was built and supplied again by Papa Bush (to combat Iran, you remember Reagan right..??) when he saw the strings ....uhhh thats right now he is an enemy.. the Bushes and their Masters have always needed an enemy in order to take more of your freedoms away.. So don't ever forget that the final result of all of this even after the Dub'ya puppet is out of office, will still be that you are oblivious to the world they have conveniently pulled over your eyes ... Grandpa Bush (Preston) helped to build and supply the Nazi's, it's been going on for a generation or more. When will you learn that Seventy years of their Puppetry has blinded you into complacancy...This is what they want ..Do you think 800 million in war losses will affect them, they don't care how much or how many must die .. This will never stop unless we all wake up and shout it in the streets, be cognizant, be contumacious .. I say .. clap the Little Puppet Dub'ya in irons on Inauguration day and Burn him at the Stake ....while 100 million rebellious citizens stand in the square, vigilantly for the cause .. Maybe then they will realize that you and your loved ones were wise enough to finally be defiant...
Change will not come if we wait for some other person or some other time. We are the ones we've been waiting for. We are the change that we seek....
If you're walking down the right path and you're willing to keep walking, eventually you'll make progress. Today we are engaged in a deadly global struggle for those who would intimidate, torture, and murder people for exercising the most basic freedoms. If we are to win this struggle and spread those freedoms, we must keep our own moral compass pointed in a true direction.... Barack Obama...
Thank you america for voting what was in your heart...not what the lobbyist's and the media told you to do, but that alone is nowhere near enough. We must take this farther out into the streets, if we hope to ever be really free from the Web of Lies binding us....
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| Hash's Hause....
Posted: 12/15/2008 10:03:26 AM | Bullet...
The world is a vampire..
sent to drain,
secret destroyers,
hold you up to the flames,
what do we get for all our pain,
brandishing our fleeting mortality,
how could I ever begin to explain,
sometimes it's the simple things,
nurtured on this plane
knowing the difference,
proudly, not in shame
it's not what you do,
that defines you,
it's not being the same,
it's what you've overcame,
desolate without my rage,
naked, nothing but animal,
I long for the cage,
and I still believe,
that I can't be saved...
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| Hash' s Hause ....
Posted: 12/15/2008 10:05:55 AM | Awakening...
Awakened to the smell of none
Evening's end and the setting sun
To an unknown noise like the devil's laugh
In the dreary forest down the crackled path
Awakened at last to the sight of gray
Lost from time and its passing days
With the midnight shadows and decaying souls
The last resurrection in the winter's snow
My eyes are open but the scene is bare
As the voices all around just sit and stare
Unclear and hidden, underneath the dark
Towards the grave were a name is marked
I thought this death was the end of all
But now I've seen what the others have saw
Of the secret tales of the death they knew
That heaven is lost to the unwilling fool
And life beyond was not of peace, but
Lonliness and saddness by the one decease
For the unholy death that its victim decides
Lives the awakening of eternal suicide | |
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