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Saturday, January 27, 2007,7:27 PM
Because sometimes we forget how cool our childhood was...and how fast time catches up to us All.
I found this on MYSPACE but you know what.. its definately worth remembering and reposting here.
Anybody under the age of 13 should not read this, and if you do, you should not repost this.
Just because you were born in '97 doesn't mean you're a 90's kid.
It's not like you could remember the original Simpsons.
I am sorry but three conscious years of the 90's just wont cut it.
You're a 90's kid if:You can finish this [ice ice _ _ _ _ ]
You remember watching Doug, Ren & Stimpy, Pinky and the Brain
AAAAAAAH Real Monsters!
You've ever ended a sentence with the word "PSYCHE!"
You just cant resist finishing this . . . "Iiiiiiin west philidelphia born and raised . . .
"You remember TGIF, Step by Step, Family Matters, Dinosaurs, and Boy Meets World.
You remember when it was actually worth getting up earlyon a Saturday to watch cartoons.
You got super excited when it was Oregon Trail day in computer class at school.
You remember reading "Goosebumps"
You took plastic cartoon lunch boxes to school.
You still get the urge to say "NOT" after (almost) every sentence . . . not
when everyhting was settled by rock paper scissors..or bubble gum bubble gum in a dish...and even better daddy had a donkey inky binky bonky, and catch a tiger by his toe.
when cops and robbers or cowboys and indians was a daily activity.
when we played Hide and go seek until our legs grew numb.
when we used to obey our parents
You used to listen to the radio all day long just to record your FAVORITE song of ALL time.
"Where in the World is Carmen San Diego?" was both a game and a TV game show.
Captain Planet. He's a Hero.
You knew that Kimberly, the pink ranger, and Tommy, the green ranger, were meant to be together.
You remember when Super Nintendos and Sega Genisis became popular.
You always wanted to send in a tape to America's Funniest Home Videos . . . but never taped anything funny.
You remember watching Home Alone 1, 2 , and 3 . . . and tried to pull the pranks on "intruders"
You remember watching The Magic School Bus, Wishbone, and Reading Rainbow on PBS.
You remember when Yo-Yos were cool.
You remember those Where's Waldo books.
You remember eating Warheads.
You remember watching the 1st Land Before Time, The Neverending Story, Batman, Aladin, Ninja Turtles, and 3 Ninjas movies.
You remember Ring Pops.
You remember drinking Surge, Ovaltine and Tang.
If you remember when every thing was "da BOMB!"
When they made the new lunchables so that you could make pizza AND tacos.
You remember boom boxes vs. cd players.
Making those little paper fortune cookie things, and then predicting your life with them.
You played and/or collected "Pogs"
You had at least one Tamagotchi, GigaPet, or Nano and brought it everywhere.. . . Furbies.
You haven't always had a computer, and it was cool to have the internet.
And Windows 95 was the best.
You watched the original cartoons of Rugrats, Power Rangers, and Ninja Turtles.
Michael Jordan was a king.
YIKES pencils and erasers were the stuff!
All your school supplies were "Lisa Frank" brand.
You remember when the new Beanie Babies and Talking Elmo were always sold out.
You collected those Beanie Babies.
Carebears and GummiBears were early morning entertainment on the disney channel before school.
Gak was the coolest stuff invented.
Lambchop's song never ended.
The old dollar bills.
Silver dollars, which were cool to have.
You remember a time before the WB.
You collected all the Troll dolls
If you even know what an original walkman is.
You remember wanting to sit on the orange Nickelodeon couch.
You've gotten creeped out by "Are You Afraid of the Dark?"
You know the Macarena by heart.
"Talk to the hand" . . . enough said
You always said, "Then why don't you marry it!"
You know the significance of the number 23.
You went to McDonald's to play in the playplace.
You remember playing on merry go rounds at the playground.
Before the MySpace frenzy
. . .Before the Internet & text messaging
. . .Before Sidekicks & iPods
. . .Before MIKE JONES
. . .Before PlayStation2 or X-BOX
. . .Before Spongebob
. . .Back when you put off the 5 hours of homework you had every night.
When Greenday and Blink 182 were PUNK not POP
When light up sneakers were cool.
When you rented VHS tapes, not DVDs.
When gas was $0.95 a gallon & Caller ID was a new thing.
When we recorded stuff on VCRs.
When we called the radio station to request songs to hear off of our walkmans.
Way back.
Before we realized all this would eventually disappear.
Who would have thought you'd miss the 90's so much!!!!!
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Damn... Is this how it feels to grow old???
Nestalgias a bitch with twisted sense of humor. I want to hang on to everything, Call me a pack-rat.. i call myself a romantic.
Anybody under the age of 13 should not read this, and if you do, you should not repost this.
Just because you were born in '97 doesn't mean you're a 90's kid.
It's not like you could remember the original Simpsons.
I am sorry but three conscious years of the 90's just wont cut it.
You're a 90's kid if:You can finish this [ice ice _ _ _ _ ]
You remember watching Doug, Ren & Stimpy, Pinky and the Brain
AAAAAAAH Real Monsters!
You've ever ended a sentence with the word "PSYCHE!"
You just cant resist finishing this . . . "Iiiiiiin west philidelphia born and raised . . .
"You remember TGIF, Step by Step, Family Matters, Dinosaurs, and Boy Meets World.
You remember when it was actually worth getting up earlyon a Saturday to watch cartoons.
You got super excited when it was Oregon Trail day in computer class at school.
You remember reading "Goosebumps"
You took plastic cartoon lunch boxes to school.
You still get the urge to say "NOT" after (almost) every sentence . . . not
when everyhting was settled by rock paper scissors..or bubble gum bubble gum in a dish...and even better daddy had a donkey inky binky bonky, and catch a tiger by his toe.
when cops and robbers or cowboys and indians was a daily activity.
when we played Hide and go seek until our legs grew numb.
when we used to obey our parents
You used to listen to the radio all day long just to record your FAVORITE song of ALL time.
"Where in the World is Carmen San Diego?" was both a game and a TV game show.
Captain Planet. He's a Hero.
You knew that Kimberly, the pink ranger, and Tommy, the green ranger, were meant to be together.
You remember when Super Nintendos and Sega Genisis became popular.
You always wanted to send in a tape to America's Funniest Home Videos . . . but never taped anything funny.
You remember watching Home Alone 1, 2 , and 3 . . . and tried to pull the pranks on "intruders"
You remember watching The Magic School Bus, Wishbone, and Reading Rainbow on PBS.
You remember when Yo-Yos were cool.
You remember those Where's Waldo books.
You remember eating Warheads.
You remember watching the 1st Land Before Time, The Neverending Story, Batman, Aladin, Ninja Turtles, and 3 Ninjas movies.
You remember Ring Pops.
You remember drinking Surge, Ovaltine and Tang.
If you remember when every thing was "da BOMB!"
When they made the new lunchables so that you could make pizza AND tacos.
You remember boom boxes vs. cd players.
Making those little paper fortune cookie things, and then predicting your life with them.
You played and/or collected "Pogs"
You had at least one Tamagotchi, GigaPet, or Nano and brought it everywhere.. . . Furbies.
You haven't always had a computer, and it was cool to have the internet.
And Windows 95 was the best.
You watched the original cartoons of Rugrats, Power Rangers, and Ninja Turtles.
Michael Jordan was a king.
YIKES pencils and erasers were the stuff!
All your school supplies were "Lisa Frank" brand.
You remember when the new Beanie Babies and Talking Elmo were always sold out.
You collected those Beanie Babies.
Carebears and GummiBears were early morning entertainment on the disney channel before school.
Gak was the coolest stuff invented.
Lambchop's song never ended.
The old dollar bills.
Silver dollars, which were cool to have.
You remember a time before the WB.
You collected all the Troll dolls
If you even know what an original walkman is.
You remember wanting to sit on the orange Nickelodeon couch.
You've gotten creeped out by "Are You Afraid of the Dark?"
You know the Macarena by heart.
"Talk to the hand" . . . enough said
You always said, "Then why don't you marry it!"
You know the significance of the number 23.
You went to McDonald's to play in the playplace.
You remember playing on merry go rounds at the playground.
Before the MySpace frenzy
. . .Before the Internet & text messaging
. . .Before Sidekicks & iPods
. . .Before MIKE JONES
. . .Before PlayStation2 or X-BOX
. . .Before Spongebob
. . .Back when you put off the 5 hours of homework you had every night.
When Greenday and Blink 182 were PUNK not POP
When light up sneakers were cool.
When you rented VHS tapes, not DVDs.
When gas was $0.95 a gallon & Caller ID was a new thing.
When we recorded stuff on VCRs.
When we called the radio station to request songs to hear off of our walkmans.
Way back.
Before we realized all this would eventually disappear.
Who would have thought you'd miss the 90's so much!!!!!
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Damn... Is this how it feels to grow old???
Nestalgias a bitch with twisted sense of humor. I want to hang on to everything, Call me a pack-rat.. i call myself a romantic.
Sunday, January 21, 2007,6:56 PM
an apology to my fictitious audience
Hello ladies and gentelmen.
Id like to take this time to apologize for my neglect and absence. And to my co-writer i sincerely apologize for lack of input on our current attempt at a new story for i have been nose deep in re-routing my knowledge of my career. I've had to dig hard and dig deep to stay in the game. Some would call this baptism by fire and it may be that, but just know this my pretend/ invisible audience who'll hopefully really exist out there someday. That i am having the time of my life and am only seeking to better myself in my field of study. To give you an example as to what exactly it is that i've had my nose buried in lately ill direct you to this site which acts as a users guide to part of what i do http://www.spot3d.com/vray/help/150R1/ . If you look at this link youll understand why i've been so preoccupied recently.
Id like to take this time to apologize for my neglect and absence. And to my co-writer i sincerely apologize for lack of input on our current attempt at a new story for i have been nose deep in re-routing my knowledge of my career. I've had to dig hard and dig deep to stay in the game. Some would call this baptism by fire and it may be that, but just know this my pretend/ invisible audience who'll hopefully really exist out there someday. That i am having the time of my life and am only seeking to better myself in my field of study. To give you an example as to what exactly it is that i've had my nose buried in lately ill direct you to this site which acts as a users guide to part of what i do http://www.spot3d.com/vray/help/150R1/ . If you look at this link youll understand why i've been so preoccupied recently.
Sunday, January 14, 2007,4:30 PM
Fight
Though the weather outside is freezing and the state has turned to ice but I am here burning, not because I am inside where it is toasty, rather my heat comes from deep inside me where hellfire burns. I am tortured by the sins of my past but winds come in a redemptive wave, picking me up off my feet and sweeping me to greater ground. I am weak, this I do not deny but where my body has failed me, and where my mind ceases to travel, my soul shall press on. I will grow stronger by leaps and by bounds. The demons that plague me, those vile serpents clinging to the deepest regions of flesh, coiled around arthritic bones, have awaken thunder, wrathful, and waged battle immortal against the strongest of the strong. The body is now and so is the mind with it but the soul is immortal, with a fierce resolution. What will is this that has the power to defy God? And the Antichrist whose handsome smile parades amongst the hosts of a thousands demon souls, secretly scowls, trembling in fear of this soul. A battle this way comes. The march of Gog and Magog shakes the earth. Where is Gia to hide? As man has authority over man and binds him with barbwire words of 'can't' and 'won't', the Father gives true authority and frees man with the power of 'can' and 'will'. What have you Satan over us? For we can do what no angel, fallen or otherwise, can, that is, become like God! Envy us for we are more powerful than you! Still this fire deep inside me burns. It devours my flesh, it turns my mind to ash, but it does not destroy my soul for it is my soul! Now I turn to the world and to the armies of Gog and Magog and warn that if any man or demon should stand in defiance before me then he shall be incinerated by the will of my soul!
Thursday, January 11, 2007,8:45 PM
Mind Rot 2
The child hovers close, her skin has peeled revealing the soft pink meat beneath and I...I sit in a pool of blood belonging to the two lovers I murdered. My eyes a glaze, empty, ravaged by rage and envy. She laughs at me. Her tiny hands covering her mouth, her shoulders bouncing.
Nothing has changed.
I don't respond. My body is limp against the side of a bed. The bed, now soaked in a thick crimson sauce, forever stained by my actions. In this bed only moments ago there had been two souls uniting passionately, violently, now these souls are no more and the bodily casing--that infinitely divisible box of sin-- lies upon the floor, motionless, passionless.
Nothing has changed.
Her words bore there way into my skull. The little girl, that demon, says the only thing I know but wish to deny. Everything has changed and deep inside my soul I know that everything is the same. Death has not freed me from my sins but has instead enslaved me forever to live out this same hell life after every goddamn life.
The child reaches out her hand as if to help me up. To this I am skeptical, does she mean to help me? I spring upon the girl grasping her head in my hands. With pressure and with pride I twist. Vividly I remember there is a crunch, resistance, then a snap. Beneath the skin of my fingertips I can feel her neck break. Still I feel the vibration of bone bending to my wrathful will. She drops against me, her weight (though she can't be more than ninety pounds) feels like a truck upon me. I push her away catching a glimpse of her face as she falls to the ground. She is smiling.
Nothing has changed
Nothing has changed.
I don't respond. My body is limp against the side of a bed. The bed, now soaked in a thick crimson sauce, forever stained by my actions. In this bed only moments ago there had been two souls uniting passionately, violently, now these souls are no more and the bodily casing--that infinitely divisible box of sin-- lies upon the floor, motionless, passionless.
Nothing has changed.
Her words bore there way into my skull. The little girl, that demon, says the only thing I know but wish to deny. Everything has changed and deep inside my soul I know that everything is the same. Death has not freed me from my sins but has instead enslaved me forever to live out this same hell life after every goddamn life.
The child reaches out her hand as if to help me up. To this I am skeptical, does she mean to help me? I spring upon the girl grasping her head in my hands. With pressure and with pride I twist. Vividly I remember there is a crunch, resistance, then a snap. Beneath the skin of my fingertips I can feel her neck break. Still I feel the vibration of bone bending to my wrathful will. She drops against me, her weight (though she can't be more than ninety pounds) feels like a truck upon me. I push her away catching a glimpse of her face as she falls to the ground. She is smiling.
Nothing has changed
Tuesday, October 24, 2006,10:02 PM
To Those New to This World
Brave frail ones I give you this warning. As the day passes on and the moon rises high the men who know of what is to come hide away from the dangers of the night. They say not a word and leave the innocent to fend for themselves. The strong survive and the weak perish before dawn arises the next morn. So take heed frail ones, brave as you are, the night hides beasts and creatures not easily seen in this world. And when the sun rises high they burrow deep to hide their grim eyes. If you continue in your search you will find your path difficult and rapturous. You will find destiny in the end no matter the odds. But beware, beware I tell you, of the creatures in this life that await to tear you from your dreams. They are deceptive in their trickery and dishonest in their truthfulness. Pay no attention to their lies. They appear as men and they appear as women but they are demons in the end. Stay true to yourself and you will never lose your way.
Tuesday, October 17, 2006,10:00 PM
Whispers in the Dark
Whispers in the dark
Cry baby cry
The darkness hides what the light reveals
Shadows cross upon the veil of mystique
Disguise the truth
Hide and run
Secrets kept within the hunter’s palm
This vessel knows of what you fear
Eyes aglow
Cry baby cry
Whispers in the dark
What do they say?
“You know nothing of your world.”
“You cry and thus you shall betray a loved one tonight”
“Your mother shall die soon”
Whispers in the dark
Cry baby cry
For they speak the truth
The hunter in your room is sent to kill
He feeds upon the blood of innocence
He knows the world all too well
and longs only to be what he never shall be again
Innocent and young
Violating and vicious are his methods
Cry baby cry
Bring mommy to your side so that the hunter shall feed
Whispers in the dark
He will give you new life
Never shall you fear again
Pain no more
Blood forever
Cry baby cry
For you will know the pain of everlasting youth
Centuries shall pass and eventually you’ll forget this night
The night the whispers in the dark caused you to call mommy
into the fanged darkness of pain and the night you were
permitted to enter the land of the dead-men
Whispers in the dark
Cry baby cry.
For this shall be the last time you feel the warmth of tears upon your cheeks.
Cry baby cry
The darkness hides what the light reveals
Shadows cross upon the veil of mystique
Disguise the truth
Hide and run
Secrets kept within the hunter’s palm
This vessel knows of what you fear
Eyes aglow
Cry baby cry
Whispers in the dark
What do they say?
“You know nothing of your world.”
“You cry and thus you shall betray a loved one tonight”
“Your mother shall die soon”
Whispers in the dark
Cry baby cry
For they speak the truth
The hunter in your room is sent to kill
He feeds upon the blood of innocence
He knows the world all too well
and longs only to be what he never shall be again
Innocent and young
Violating and vicious are his methods
Cry baby cry
Bring mommy to your side so that the hunter shall feed
Whispers in the dark
He will give you new life
Never shall you fear again
Pain no more
Blood forever
Cry baby cry
For you will know the pain of everlasting youth
Centuries shall pass and eventually you’ll forget this night
The night the whispers in the dark caused you to call mommy
into the fanged darkness of pain and the night you were
permitted to enter the land of the dead-men
Whispers in the dark
Cry baby cry.
For this shall be the last time you feel the warmth of tears upon your cheeks.
Monday, October 16, 2006,4:36 PM
Duality
It is my belief that it is required of all men and women to aspire to a goal beyond themselves. Each member of the human race should, because it is their duty, become greater than what they are. Transend yourself and evolve into a higher being. To me the ultimate goal is to be semifer/semideus. That is, half savage/half divine. Man is mortal and bound to this earth yet, he is also above it as his sould lives forever.
In many creation stories it the combination of what is feral with what is supreme that makes us human. In the ancient epic poem of the Enuma Elish the sun god, Marduk, killed Kingu and mixed his divine blood with the dust of the earth to create humanity. Romulus and Remus where born of the god Mars yet raised by a she wolf. And in the Bible man was made from the dust of the earth but in the likeness of God and by the breath of the holy spirit.
The duality of man is the conflict of what is deeply instinctive and what is morally superior. Ying and Yang, Anima and Animus, Light and Dark, Good and Evil, Order and Chaos. The stuggle to balance these poles is the root of misery and destruction. But if one were to embrace both sides and achieve a balance then there is no limit to the amount of tranquility and harmony one would possess.
Plato wrote of the allegory of the cave and Nietzsche gave us the superman. Philosophically it should be our goal to obtain a level of perfection, one where we are united with the universe and yet transcending it. The only way to obtain this level is to become a paradox; Hard yet soft, primal yet divine.
In many creation stories it the combination of what is feral with what is supreme that makes us human. In the ancient epic poem of the Enuma Elish the sun god, Marduk, killed Kingu and mixed his divine blood with the dust of the earth to create humanity. Romulus and Remus where born of the god Mars yet raised by a she wolf. And in the Bible man was made from the dust of the earth but in the likeness of God and by the breath of the holy spirit.
The duality of man is the conflict of what is deeply instinctive and what is morally superior. Ying and Yang, Anima and Animus, Light and Dark, Good and Evil, Order and Chaos. The stuggle to balance these poles is the root of misery and destruction. But if one were to embrace both sides and achieve a balance then there is no limit to the amount of tranquility and harmony one would possess.
Plato wrote of the allegory of the cave and Nietzsche gave us the superman. Philosophically it should be our goal to obtain a level of perfection, one where we are united with the universe and yet transcending it. The only way to obtain this level is to become a paradox; Hard yet soft, primal yet divine.