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International 33 killed in Iraqi suicide bombings
Baghdad, Nov. 10. (AP): Two suicide bombers detonated themselves near a restaurant frequented by Baghdad police, killing at least 33 people and seriously injuring 19, police said.
The bombers struck at about 9:45 a.m., when officers usually stop by the restaurant for breakfast. Police Maj. Abdel-Hussein Minsef said three police officers and six civilians were killed in the blast and 24 others injured, among them 20 civilians.
The blasts came just before British Foreign Secretary Straw was expected in the country for a meeting with Prime Minister Ibrahim al-Jaafari, the prime minister's office said.
Samiya Mohammed, a housewife who lives nearby, said she rushed outside when she heard the explosion.
``I went out to see the restaurant heavily damaged. There was bodies, mostly civilians, and blood everywhere inside the place. This is a criminal act that only targeted and hurt innocent people having their breakfast,'' she said.
There were no Americans in the area, she said.
``I do not understand why most of the time it is the Iraqis who are killed,'' she added.
The violence comes after the defense team in Saddam Hussein's trial said it will not show up for the next session Nov. 28 unless the court accepts its demands for ``neutral international intervention'' to guarantee security. |
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[Nov. 9th, 2005|11:36 pm] |
Lyrics of" When i'm gone"
Intro : Eminem] Yeah... It's my life... All in words I guess... [...] ( Read more... )</lj-cut) |
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[Nov. 9th, 2005|03:13 pm] |
In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite. - Paul Dirac
My friend Ways posted a really good short story [here] by Haruki Murakami. I really felt it.
And for all you haters that hate and you know who you are..a couple of words and a bit of imaginary imagery for them asses.. [click.] .. your mama.
And cause you're retarded and couldn't type your way out of a paper bag.. learn them ABC's.. [here.] or [here.] ..please.
Word and I'm out. |
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| SimilarMinds.com Traits Examination Results: |
[Nov. 6th, 2005|11:59 pm] |
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Advanced Global Personality Test Results | Take Free Advanced Global Personality Testpersonality tests by similarminds.comStability results were high which suggests you are very relaxed, calm, secure, and optimistic.. Orderliness results were medium which suggests you are moderately organized, hard working, and reliable while still remaining flexible, efficient, and fun. Extraversion results were moderately high which suggests you are, at times, overly talkative, outgoing, sociable and interacting at the expense of developing your own individual interests and internally based identity. trait snapshot: rarely irritated, positive, tough, non phobic, fearless, likes the unknown, self reliant, high self control, confident, trusting, strong instincts, prudent, optimistic, willful, likes parties, prefers a specialized career, takes charge, altruistic, strong, high self concept, adventurous, practical, thoughtful |
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| to those who said I couldn't last, I wouldn't last.. |
[Nov. 2nd, 2005|11:54 pm] |
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| | Bone Thugz N Harmony cause we're 'smoking lethal warriors!' | ] |
 Don't make us laugh, don't make me laugh!!!
"I'm just afraid I'm nowhere good enough for you.." She: Don't worry, I'll be good enough for us both, baby.. |
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[Nov. 2nd, 2005|09:57 pm] |
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IT'S OFFICIAL:
Marijuana use and possession by Denver adults, by law, is legal now. Maybe this fact hasn't been true long enough for it to completely sink in yet and perhaps there's still a lot of wrinkles to iron out, but whether you heard tomato or tomato, I-100 is good. It passed by 54 percent, or 56,001 voters, (guess who that fifty-sixth thousand and one guy was? Yep, buddy.) cast ballots for the ordinance, while 46 percent, or 48,632 voters, voted against it.
"It's still illegal in Colorado." -- Well, it's legal in Denver.
Don't believe it yet (it passed just yesterday)? Here, I encourage you to read up. Watch the news. Wherever you are, because this initiative is getting national attention right now. Some varying resources for varying minds:
- FOX31 News; Denver Residents Legalize Marijuana Possession
(November 02, 2005) — Residents of the Mile High City have voted to legalize the possession of up to an ounce of marijuana.
- 9News; Voters speak, but Denver DA says pot still illegal
DENVER - The Denver district attorney's office wants people to be clear that even though Initiative 100 passed Tuesday, it's still illegal to possess marijuana under state law. They added a rarely used exclamation mark to the end of one sentence to drive home the point. more->
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“Mile High” Legalized in Denver Hammer of Truth - 3 hours ago A 54% vote in favor of legalization of possession of small amounts of marijuana for adults in Denver, Colorado may give new meaning to the city’s nickname as ...
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Pravda, Russia - 10 hours ago Under the measure, residents over 21 years old could possess up to an ounce of marijuana in Denver, which is nicknamed the Mile High City for its elevation. ... Denver votes to legalise pot Times Online Rocky Mountain High: Denver Residents Legalize Marijuana RedState.org New Law Would Make Denver 1st City To Legalize Possession of 1oz ... ShortNews.com Seattle Post Intelligencer - United Press International - all 135 related »
- Denver voters OK marijuana measure
CNN.com - Nov 02 7:50 AM DENVER (AP) -- Residents of the Mile High City have voted to legalize the possession of small amounts of marijuana for adults. Authorities, though, said state possession laws will be applied instead.
- Denver Voters OK Marijuana Possession
ABC News - Nov 02 5:55 AM Denver Voters OK Measure to Allow Possession of Up to an Ounce of Marijuana for Adults
- Denver voters de-criminalize limited amounts of marijuana for adults
KBCI Boise - Nov 02 3:36 PM DENVER Denver officials say they'll sidestep a voter-approved city law that decriminalizes adult possession of an ounce or less of marijuana by prosecuting under state law.
- DENVER MAKES LIMITED MARIJUANA POSSESSION LEGAL
KPVI-TV - Nov 02 12:22 PM DENVER (AP) -- Denver residents say it's O-K for adults to possess up to an ounce of marijuana. They've made that legal, voting 54 percent to 46 percent yesterday.
- Denver voters nix city pot laws
UPI - Nov 02 12:19 PM DENVER, Nov. 2 (UPI) -- Voters in Denver decided to junk the city's law on marijuana but police say they will bust pot users on state violations.
- Denver Residents Vote To Make Limited Amounts Of Marijuana Legal
WLBZ Bangor - Nov 02 3:53 PM DENVER (AP) -- City prosecutor Vince di Croce says the old city law prohibiting possession of small quantities of pot wasn't used much anyway. He acknowledges officers have a choice in how to charge people in such cases, which is punishable by a 100-dollar fine. |
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| O.K. now, seriously... |
[Nov. 1st, 2005|03:17 pm] |
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| | What-ever is this Classic Rolling Rock, pretty baby. | ] |

I've thought for the past few days, (maybe a week, as I'm not sure as to how I'd pin-point it's origin and preceded/seeded developments) I was rather horribly depressed. Thinking my life had become sadly bleak and rather, well.. pitiful, I looked for its source. It had dawned on me that I was, in fact, not doing much, really and it felt like everything else that makes me up, was jumping out of my skin to do, well anything. I think that because it was also a holiday this weekend and a purely American "fun" one at that, made up of candy, ghosts, and pumpkins, that maybe that had contributed to it as well, most indubitably. I was also being made very aware of how good everything else was for everyone else it seemed and hearing their regaling tales of it all and catching glimpses of it from behind the counter at work (lots of dudes dressed down like ladies and Harry Potter seemed popular this year)..may have very well contributed to its spirit-robbing culmination for me. But.. today, I decided that I was going to lay the finger of blame on work. After not going to school in the morning, I decided that I was just burnt out from the hours I worked back to back every day since Friday til' today and that it really made it hard for me to be up and out and motivated to do much more then sit in this cold basement and catalogue my iPod, and decidedly called in. I was like, "..Dude told me not to eat the casserole..That it was left over from the Halloween pot-luck the night before and it was kinda rank even then, as well. It must be food-poisoning, but I'd promise, that I'm scared to leave or even move from this position I'm in, right now, on my couch." And..the important part is that I didn't lie.. about the important part. I was scared to leave that position on my couch, fearing I'd run into a deeper realization of the source of my sadness if I had and then, the blessful moment; my mom asked me to do her a favor. She asked me if I'd be able to pick up Emily from her bus-drop at 5 til' 4. She asked me from her bed where she laid, trying to be sleeping, sick as me, but only physically and with any opportunity given to me to drive ever now, I said yes without a second thought. Well.. It was about 2:45 then and I was like, fuck it, I'ma peace out and drive around for a bit and so I did. I was wearing shorts, shoes with no socks, a t-shirt and my Adidas cap-o-la. And for a second before I stepped out the door I considered taking a jacket as it had been cold as I can remember the days before, (Cold and miserable..the weather reflected my disposition and mood this weekend rather keenly.) but stepped out anyways because I was already at the door. I stepped out and God saved me: It was so, o so, delightful. The sun came down warm on me and everything was yellow and beautiful. So, o so, beautiful. I breathed deep the outside that I had forgotten about. And so.. I immediately came to a new conclusion that this, this right here was what I had been missing. This. The Summer. The sun. The setting. The sky. The wind. The ride. I got into the Tahoe and started that baby up. Turned on some tuneskies and was greeted by melody, and nothing had ever seemed so welcoming. I cranked that shit to whatever was the last bit of that volume dial and rolled the windows down as I pulled out into a bright, bright, sun-shining day. I was instantly healed, kind of surreal as its manifest on me, it left me.
So here's the point I'd like to press here, if you're ever depressed dear, go outside there. And if the weather's bad, no fear.. Put some music in your ears. Like ear-muffs, use it, to soothe it. Just do it.
Now.. I'd like to share with you the words that maybe will echo the melody of two great songs I listened to, driving around, this Tuesday afternoon:
(Jagger/Richards)
She would never say where she came from Yesterday don't matter when it's gone While the sun is bright Or in the darkest night No one knows She comes and goes Goodbye, Ruby Tuesday Who could hang a name on you? When you smile with every new day Still I'm gonna miss you... Don't question why she needs to be so free She'll tell you it's the only way to be She just can't be chained To a life where nothing's gained And nothing's lost At such a cost There's no time to lose, I heard her say Catch your dreams before they slip away Dying all the time Lose your dreams And you will lose your mind. Ain't life unkind? Goodbye, Ruby Tuesday Who could hang a name on you? When you smile with every new day Still I'm gonna miss you...
how perfect, huh? Oh, and then the world-class rock station played a bit more nostalgia:
Tuesday morning, Never looked so good. I'm already in, In a daydream.
The sun is shining, To wake me up. No one around, Just me and the sky. I'm already in, In a daydream.
I'm already in, In a daydream.
The sky is calling, Calling out my name. Telling me just to stay, Stay and don't go away. I'm already in, In a daydream.
I'm already in, In a daydream.
In a daydream... In a daydream... In a daydream...
Already in a daydream...
-The Freddy Jones Band
I've never been happier about calling in. Today was a very good day.
...Later that evening after lunch in a garden grove:
And then I walked. Let me make it clear right now how much I can not wait to have a vehicle again soon. I'm coming out...I want the world to know! (And not in any other sense besides literally.) But walking around as the sun set, snapping pictures of it every now and again from different positions on the earth's surface, with a box of 'White Cheddar Cheez-Its' under my left arm, the day after Hollow's Eve I was just delighted to come upon abandoned costume dishevelments and things every now and then. And I ate 3 Thin Mints right off the ground. I can feel all of my readers' repulsion right now, (its a strong sense I'm getting) but rest assured.. they were wrapped. Wrapped in silver, shiny, lustrous rappers. Hey, just be glad I didn't eat all the candy I found off the ground this evening cause that was actually quite a lot. What a crazy situation, what a crazy setting, what a mad mad world.
..Lil' Later: I almost forgot, bitches...
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Almost forgot it was election day and made it to the polling place down the street from my house at fire station 19 before 6:30pm (polls closed at 7).
One issue I'll tell you I voted "yes" to was, of course, that issue known as 'I-100'.. an initiative to legalize the possession and personal use of marijuana in Denver county up to and under an ounce for peoples 21 and older. .."I-100 generated a significant amount of media coverage due to attention-getting billboards placed by the supporters of the initiative, which seeks to legalize, in one's home, the possession of less than one ounce of marijuana. The billboards stressed that domestic violence would decrease in Denver if I-100 passed because more people would steer away from using alcohol and use marijuana instead. Tvert says it's a way to start talking about the impacts of alcohol use as compared to marijuana use. "(Alcohol) is more toxic, it is more harmful and it is more addictive than marijuana.""
Oh, and I've told a few people about this ish..now read about it [.here.] about this guy:
Brad Meyer, one of nearly 700 of Colorado's registered medical marijuana patients, says he grows the drug at home, not only for him, but other registered Coloradoans, who he provides the marijuana to.
Police confiscated roughly 60 plants from his property, claiming he had more plants than Colorado law allows. The law states that for every registered patient, 6 marijuana plants are allowed, with 3 or fewer being mature. Meyer says the law states he's allowed to grow as many plants as needed.
(He uses the drug for chronic pain..no joke.) *Snickers. |
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[Nov. 1st, 2005|02:11 pm] |
(**Low, long, deep laughter.) "My friend. You think you're so tough..I'll have you killed, tonight."
*Click.
Radio crackles in.. [Johnny Cash]..
"...I fell in to a burning ring of fire I went down,down,down and the flames went higher. And it burns,burns,burns the ring of fire the ring of fire..."
.."Humph. A song about love. Well, friend. It's been real."
[Sits his Bombay Sapphire Dry Gin on the rocks down and walks towards the bathroom for a final shower to sit the night out in his favorite robe.] |
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[Oct. 31st, 2005|11:35 pm] |
You should've seen me tonight.. holding a glass of milk up to my right nipple.. trying unyieldingly to make it suckle. i wish you were there.
and tonight.. i saw a picture of myself looking straight into the camera. i was ghost white from a flash that went off and i tripped balls, because.. i had no idea it had been taken. i looked at my setting as the horror set in and i didn't even know where i was. i found this picture in a book, pressed between the 63rd and 62nd pages, where my books have sat on a wicker thing in my room for ages. it had collected dust, piled around the outskirts of a swift finger drag, i don't know why i flipped thru it. maybe lust, but.. someone helped me..see, i mustve misconstrued this...message for an attempt to mess me up. well buddy, you fuckin destroyed my senses and thank you. i'm losing all touch with any of reality..so please, if you're not real, just bypass me. let me wander, don't try to fuck me. it's odd to try and think that i was at this time last year. i had a car. im sure of that. i couldve gone so far. im sure of that. excuse me while i dip into my mid-size sedan and drive to a land stranded between here and out there. "we only not talked during sex.. and the city." i liked that show, but only on HBO because on WB it's censored and weak every week, devoid of its impact. and when you devoid anything of its impact it loses its appeal. and in this case, its sex a peel. its function. feng shui. fuck what you heard, believe what you saw and be not swayed. where do people find these people? in between now and then, my curious little chicken of a hen. where do they find time to trot with them thru some kind of any meaning? you've lost me. i seem me. there's a crazy taste in my mouth and it's driving me insaner. it's something like vodka and acid mixed together and balled into a mixture of an evil elixir and yes, i blame her. she dropped the ball..s. whatever that might be, we'll save that argument for now and later, stall and see what it'll mean in a week. last year i saw so many wings during this weekend and this weekend i saw only two. they belonged 2 u and u were so pale and so truly so beautiful my lil pixie of a fairy who carries my dreams like royal crest dairy, abandoning them into a box on my porch every morn. o, hold me. plea, don't ever let go me. you'll find an agenda around my depression and that will never do. i cant see time without you. and no time means no life. take hold like vertigo my precious virago, i'm spinning uncontrollably..inspired by my melding fusions of visions that are more of an illusion and throwing up wont make this stop, but ah. i feel so much better now. drink this. eat this posion apple, seeds and all. see if you can't stand a fall, after all, tis this season. ah. what happened to poisoning kids's candy? i know i did this halloween, i mean, if you know what i mean. i'm not mean. just sadistic. sick. a narcissistic man on a mission and you just missed it. what happened to the danger of promiscuously soliciting yourself as randy? i'd post in an open forum, but the forum masters have collectively banned me..they think im dangerous..too.....outlandish. but i have only one wish and that is this. so; it has been but granted more or less. you might miss this memory later. so kiss me for the savor of rain and winter weather. i need chap stick. (my lips hurt) my *ick hurts. thats my biggest terror. because 'it matters to not miss them', like what happened to the candles' meaning on top of this cake youre eating? is it fake to you by now? are you too busy to miss me? well good, but do..remember that i was 1ce a member of your collective...conscious conscience miss, hell bent on rocks to the bourbon of urban extent. my mid size sedan has no room for you and no patience within.. its filled to the brink with contraband..and food and drink. taco bell sauce packets and memories...will do. hey.."i like you." like you too. i'm an artist, betraying the portrayal of my truest truths. like the tooth fairy and all the childrens of the worlds missing tooths. i'll steal from anything but you, and give a token 2 remind everyone that i was only jokin. only jokin. only jokin. stalking your bed sheets..which are so seriously soaking with metaphorical snow kings. what do u think the tooth fairy does with all those teeth? why, she grinds them up and sells the dust as the most desirable disease. now...ease out. "youre finished." just step down. let the disease ease you now. ahhhh. we've all snorted teeth..haven't we? |
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[Oct. 31st, 2005|02:33 pm] |
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| | Canibus - Mind Control | ] | Artist: Canibus Album: Mind Control Song: 33 3's Typed by: MCHeadcase@aol.com *
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[Intro, imitating the owl from the "Tootsie Pop" commercials] One ... two ... three... (Chomping sound) ... three!!
[Canibus] Yo, in linear terms, I'm a thirty-three and a third** degrees, and my words will give you thirty-third degree burns First I write thirty-three lines to a verse About how I created the Earth out of thirty-three quirks Thirty-three of my peers never thought it would work For thirty-three days, I started my relentless research And I figured, if Jigga could do, twenty-two two's As an mc, then I could do, thirty-three three's Suddenly it occurred, at three-thirty, on March third It came to me like God's word I started to load my thirty-three caliber Mossberg Went to the top of the Empire State, on thirty-third Thirty-three gunshots was heard Thirty-three pedestrians lay wounded or dead, on the curb Thirty-three squad cars rushed to the scene As soon as they heard some mad-man had gone berserk I demanded thirty-three million Or I was going to kill thirty-three of the women and children in the building I gave them thirty-three minutes to respond Then I proceeded to arm, a backpack nuclear bomb I set the timer for three hours, and three minutes long Told them not to try nothing funny or I'd kill them all They still never responded Until I saw thirty-three of the S.W.A.T. team jump out of three helicopters I told them for the third and final time If they crossed the line again, I'd take, thirty-three lives Three of the hostages started crying Three of them started wilding, and convinced, three more to start an uprising Three of them stood to their feet and started freestyling I didn't know what to do, so I started rhyming I tried to kick three-hundred bars But I got picked off by a sniper from thirty-three yards The bullet hit me but it got lodged, and ricocheted off Three organs three inches away from my heart My name went down in history, as the illest MC Rewind it and count it, thirty-three threes
** = '33.3' (continuous 3's) is the number of forever and is used a lot in hip-hop references.
O.K. and you know the scariest thing about all of this?? I opened this entree at 2:33pm.. No, fuckin' shit.. Ok. Don't believe me. I don't need you to. |
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| | HOOD - September Brings the Autumn Dawn | ] | I choose to be a sheet of loose-leaf blowing in the wind on a windy day in the middle of a hurricane. To be. I grabbed for your limp wrists and best interests, came through the mist to kiss your drunken lips. To see. To try..
( ..the other 8 pages... )
CREDITS: afternoon bus rides with my..iPod..and Illogic - Unforseen Shadows (Intro, What it Takes, Hate in a Puddle, and Angel) Gangstarr - Daily Operation (Ex to the Next Girl) Fabolous - Street Dreams (Not Give a Fuck) and me.. for the editing. Fuck lyrics on the internet. They're never right. Get write. |
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[Oct. 15th, 2005|12:49 pm] |
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| | Doogie Howser, child M.D. theme song.. | ] | I just woke up and last night I had a couple of peculular dreams that I actually remember still (and that never happens for me for some reason) so I'ma record them here, right now:
In the first one I was on what must've been Hawaii, because I've never been to another island state or country or what have you and this was definitely an island. A huge throbbing metropolis of an island though. It was like New York, but out on every horizon line whichever way you turned was water. And I was on a family vacation visiting this place and one night I decided I was going to be like Spider Man and.. well, run through the city and hop on and off of shit and "tag" up the city. Yah. With a white marker..Tag the city. And I don't remember the day sequences too well, but it spanned like four days and four nights and what I do remember about the day was that I was searching for radioactive spiders so that I might coax one to bite me so that I might be, really for really, Spider Man. And every night I'd go on a slightly different route just trying to get my name on anything I hadn't already the night(s) before with my never-ending, always filled magic white marker. And during the day, I'd walk through the city and ride the bus system and just look at everywhere I had written the night before. I remember hanging from a bridge one night as the dawn was dawning and remembering that I couldn't just drop down from it because the bridge I was repelling under had no water under it because of the "situation in the Gulf Coast" and because the water conditions called for all fountains and shit to be turned off like the island was facing drought conditions as we had just a couple years ago here in Colorado. Weird. I remember seeing crazy fish at the edge of the island in the water, that petrified me and eating huge cheeseburgers at a nicely furnished fast-food joint with like table lamps and silverware. Yah. I can't believe I remembered all that.
AND THEN.. This morning I woke up to a terrible explosion. Really. See, I sleep on the bottom floor and it sounded like it happened on the floor just above me. As if a refrigerator had been dropped on the ground above me from a suspended state a few feet in the air. A huge.. "BOOM!" type'a sound. I was awaken by it and apparently so was my brother who was sleeping in another room down here and I heard him scamper up the stairs and out the back door, because right after it had happened he must've heard as I did, someone walk out the back door. I followed suit a couple minutes later after not hearing any more commotion and my brother and dad were standing out back and my dad was like, "You heard that too?" I was like, "Yahhh. What the heck was that?!" And my brother explained, "A transformer exploded." I figured he must've meant some electrical transistor or something had exploded, which immediately made sense, but my dad was unsure. Anyways, we still don't know what it was.
I fell back asleep after this, cause it was like 7 in the morning still and it's Sunday fools and this time I dreamt I was a college student at some sunny campus at some university in Somewhere, USA and this dream was real twisted and weird. I remember it though. I wasn't myself in the dream. I was kind of a mix between Freddy from Scooby Doo and Dr. Douglas "Doogie" Howser, M.D. played by Neil Patrick Harris (last episode airing in 1993). And in this dream I was a pimp. Cold, hard pimp. And I smiled hard with a glowing grill that exuded confidence everywhere I'd go. I don't think I was even a student at the university, because I don't remember books or a backpack or a schedule or agenda ever, but I was amongst the students and teachers..just never went to class (kinda like it is, really..but) and the college was real seedy I noted. Like..I don't remember conversing with any of the students as they shuffled past me on their way to classes or anything except for girls and it turned out that this crazyyyyyyyyyyyyyy sexy, bomb-bomb-bomb girl in pink was on my nuts. Well, not in an obsessive manner..just a worried/caring manner and she'd wished I'd do the best I could do and blah, blah like, and so on and so forth and I was real arrogant about it and held her by the waist and walked her to class and smiled and waved at other bomb girls (who weren't even on the girl in pink's level) as we walked...And one night. I was told to meet up with this girl in pink and so I went to her, like, campus estate (it was a huge frat-type-soror-a-whore house) and she met me at the front door in some pink lingerie...wow. So, I'm thinking this is going to be a great sex dream (yes!), but she looks at me with a really worried look on her face (no!) and she takes me by the hand and we quietly walk thru the dark house and she leads me to this room where there's an old, fat guy (looked kind of authoritative tho, even in his underwear) laid out on a queen-sized bed watching TV listlessly. She says, "Andrew, this is my dad. I'm not allowed to sleep by myself. Dad, this is Andrew." And she gets into bed next to him and he's like, "You can sleep here, son. Right..here." And he reaches over, grabs a pillow from underneath him and puts it on the floor next to his side of the bed. I'm like.. "Uhhh. OK." (I don't funking know, this girl was immaculate.) And I laid down next to the bed and she tells me goodnight and he flips off the TV and begins to snore. Score. So, I crawl around to the other side of the bed and get on my knees to look at her and it's morning, but her dad's not there anymore and she wakes up all sleepy-eyed and is like, "Shit! I needa get to Psychology..Shit, shit!" And I'm like..shit. And she throws on some clothe and runs out the door with me grudgingly following right behind her. Now this campus, I learned was a very, very rumorous campus where everyone is in everyone else's business and they all thrived or something off this. They all loved talking and debating about other people and what they knew about other people. I felt above everyone else for this reason and also cause, well, I was pimpin'. And all of a sudden, I'm like, wait! And I grab tight her hand and halt her rush and she flings back towards me and I'm like.."Fuck Psychology. Let's get breakfast. Let's go back to your house and grub some Cheerios." And she's like (all desperate and pleading), "You don't understand, let me go!" And I'm like, (Kinda frustrated) "What's your problem?? How come you sleep with your dad?? That shit is sick." And by now this drama that's unfolding in the courtyard (it's Autumn and there's golden and orange and red leaves all around) is seemingly being watched by everyone on it. And she hits me. And everyone's like, "Oooooooooooohhhh." And I hear a couple of guys go to themselves like, "Damn, homey." and "Shit." and "That nigga got slapped the fuck up, son!" and shit..ya know? And I'm like.. (cool-headed as possible) "Alright, then. Go to class." And I walk the other way and she stands there for a second and is like, "Uhh!" (Or some girly frustration huff) and runs off. Anyways -- the dream progressed (but not much) and it only got worse. The rumor had turned into that I had slapped her and kids were starting to turn and conspire against me and the last thing I remember..I was with one of the pink girl's best friends (who had witnessed the scenario and wanted me to stick beside her) and her and I conspired..by the fire. LOL. I never can sleep all the way thru these things tho so, unfortunately, I woke up, all choked up cause I didn't want to be. But whatever. Weird dreams probably mean weird things and maybe it's just me, but I can't make sense of any of them quite yet..bet. End Star Log.
Goodnight, and good luck. |
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[Oct. 14th, 2005|06:43 pm] |
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| | Luda Cristall. | ] | I wanna get you in the back seat, windows up, that's the way you like to fuck. Clogged up, fog alert! Rip the pants and rip the shirt. Rough sex, make it hurt. In the garden all in the dirt. Roll around, Georgia Brown. That's the way I like it. Twerk, legs jerk. Overworked and underpaid but don't be afraid. In the sun or up in the shade. On the top of my Escalade. Maybe your girl and my friend can trade; tag team, off the ropes! On the ocean or in the boat! Factories or on hundred spokes! What about up in the candy sto'? With that chocolate, chocolate; make it melt! Whips and chains, handcuffs, smack a little booty up with my belt. Scream help! Play my games; Dracula, man, I'll get my fangs. Horseback and I'll get my reigns, school teacher, let me get my grades...
I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from yo' head to yo' toes! And I wanna, move from the bed down to the down to the to the flo'. Then I wanna, ahh ahh - you make it so good I don't wanna leave, But I gotta, kn-kn-kn-know what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy?
Man. I remember this song last night..and dancing to it heartily..hardly. So wha-wha-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy? |
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| You know who I admire? |
[Oct. 14th, 2005|04:55 pm] |
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| | eh'.. | ] | Cosmo Kramer. That squirrely, neighbor character from that infectious show, Seinfeld. Yah.
"Yeah, I eat the whole apple. The core, stem, seeds, everything."
I have weird tendencies. Everyone must, but mine are really quite unique I think. This afternoon I realized that I was eating tortilla chips filled with hot sauce and found that I was really, truly quite enjoying this unusual snack. You know how tortilla chips are baked crispy and sometimes some of them have, like, air bubbles on the chip? Well, I delicately 'pop' the top of the bubbles and carefully fill each one with some Frank's Red Hot hot sauce and eat it. You think that's weird? Well..
When I jump on trampolines, I bounce higher than everyone else does. I think I have a different gravity. |
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