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Name: Kether
Country: United States
Interests: I like to wear big long wigs and dance around listening to cuckoo music. I like popular things, popular musics, lol!!!! AHHHhhh....
One day, I planned to take this living chicken and keep it as a pet, hense it's home is the hamster cage.
Expertise: Taking care of my chicken, and most of all, wait for my Lord and master on Frog Day!
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  unusualabyss
Yahoo:  palecapulet
Member Since:
4/5/2005
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| So emily has moved on and is growing up because she stepped into the real world instead of staying with us. Neverneverland will always be best. Just remember that. You crazy foolz out there in the real world. IT just isn't fair.... ::sniff sniff:: | | |
| I will be back with an entry about my birthday week. for the meantime, watch this.
http://newgrounds.com/portal/view/239365
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| Like A Soldier
Today, I got in a fight at school around 9PM, ending it with a pull, fall, grab, kick, shatter. Yet I became informed more indepth about the showing I.D at the door. Before the fight, I was thinking about walking in with a cigarette and they'd be like, "Hey, you can't smoke in here, and I need to see your I.D" and I'd be like, "oh, you're right" and put it out right on his uniform. Then, he'd probably struggle around asking wtf, but by then, I'd have the table tipped over aside and yell out "don't you want to see my fucking I.D again!?" shoving it to his face. But this was only an idea. Anyway, here is the story about the fight...
I was helping a group do a senior project. I was one of the actors acting as two people, looking completely different. My lines were done while another actor was guarding the door of the staircase. He was guarding to prevent people from entering in the middle of shooting, along with other members of the group guarding the second floor and etc.
Now it was my turn to guard the door, switching places with him to act his part. So I stand next to the door in the hallway (Standing on the outside of the staircase, the other side of the door.) I face across the hallway for a better peripheral vision of those who would walk by. An individual walks from the right to the left with a friend, exiting the cafeteria. I tell them there is a shoot going on and to duck so that his head doesn't show up crossing the door's square window. Instead of doing so, the individual looks straight into the window. I tell him again to stay back while his friend gets him back on the move out of the way, continuing to walk down the hall. He takes a step or two and turns back to stick his head back through the window again saying ,"But I want to see what's going on!" He already knew there was a shoot going on and I wanted to avoid heads passing by. So this is when I gave him the middle finger and said, "Fuck off" and he continued walking off. I turned back to face across the hallway, minding my own business. Then I catch him charging at me so I knuckles up, and grabbed his face and pushed him out of my bubble-space. Again, turn back and stare across the hallway and so he takes about two steps away then charges again I try to block his shoving arms but he pulls me to my left down the hallway and so I fall to the ground. As I fall, I grab the arm he pulls me down with and kick him in the leg. I can't remember if I kicked his knees sideways or if I kicked his thighs. But whichever it was, it forced him backwards hard enough to shatter the glass behind him that was next to the door I was guarding. Then the security guards came and radioed in the head of security. Later on asking each one of us our version of what happened.
Ironically, I was wearing a Fight Club shirt and remember the belt buckled combat boots I wear when I side-kicked him.
At the end of the story-telling moment with the head of security who watches over this part, yet the whole plaza of Buckhead, I ask him about the showing the I.D at the front door everytime I walk in. He explains that there have been many bomb threats; verbally and written. Also, we are very close to a Marta station, so crazy folks who don't go to this school walk in. stuff like that. To see if he's doing this mind-lessly, I ask him if he ever thought about the Police State. He says yes and elaborates on what he disagrees with, as well as drug testing for a job when its a personal responsibility and well, you know the rest, I think. Very Good.
The last question he asked me was, what kind of consequences should take place if I was to serve the consequences. My answer was, no one. I said, "I wouldn't prosecute anyone. Nothing was serious and no one is hurt. There are bigger issues of the matter to take action for." and he responded like if I found his own actions as wrong so I reminded him that he asked me, personally, that question, and this is my answer. What was I going to do? Try to get money? lol. Ok, so he asks, "What about the shattered glass and taking this student out of class to hear his side of the story?" I replied, "The school can pay for it. Why not? I'm sure the school makes enough money that nickles to fixing the glass wouldn't be a problem. Or take down the remaining glass and let the fire extinguisher sit there. No one is going to take it. Even with the glass there, anyone could have opened it up and taken it." And he said that it was a safety code for the glass to be there. But it is a lot of glass...
I think I know the seed of which allowed me to do such action. The first thing that comes to mind is: earlier in the day, I learned more and more how ugly this world is, that revolves around positions in jobs and money. Mostly I guess it's also power. I will talk about this maybe the next entry. Another seed to all this is that last week, I hit my roommate, Brian over the collar bone with a broken water bong, inspired when listening to the Cure on the way to the appartment where he was, where his 3 other friends were as well. I will elaborate on this ALSO on the next entry. | | |
| Fuck You Police State
Today, just like Wednesday, the security guy who sits or stands next to the front door asked for my I.D. He said it was the new thing and he has to ask for it. As I was pulling it out, I asked him, "What's with all this becoming a Police State?" and he replies, "It's just the way it is... you need to get this renewed by Monday" smiling with aggression, handing me my card back. I look around asking where to go. He aggresivelly and quickly tells me it's across from him in the bookstore.
I walk in and tell them about re newing my I.D, holding back my tounge from saying, "I need to renew my fucking I.D." Cutting to the chase, I handed them my two dollars and they told me to stand there to get my picture taken. I stand there and look away. The bookstore guy holds a webcam to me, waiting for me to turn to the camera. When I do, I give a middle finger. He and a girl who just works there turns from the monitor to look at me and he says, "heh, you can't do that. No, you just can't do that" as if it's a joke. I stick it closer to their faces to say, "Fuck you Police State!" And lower my finger. I give a nasty face and go back to the front wher eI can get my shit and leave. He continues to make my I.D and says, "phew, we are not the Man, we just work for him". They were expecting to take a clearer picture but it ended with, "Just give get him his I.D so he can go his merry way" says the girl. At the door, another security person walks by to see what's wrong. They all are intimidated it seemed but I was just angry that if the world became a neo-Nazi world, they would be working for the Man, not seeing anything wrong. This is just a seed for accepting what Germany became in 1944. Why the fuck do we need I.Ds if all you need is people signing in instead? It isn't like some labortory.
Even now, I haven't yet, taken a look at the I.D but peopel said it looks blurry and my expression is like, "Get it over with". | | |
| A point of View
http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A41024-2005Apr10.html
The reason why Americans go to war is decided by a group of people and people just go with it but normally, people don't want war. Many that follow don't ever wonder why we are at war. They are told as news tells but we are spoon fed. What if you found yourself believing lies all your life just so you can be quiet and keep supporting what is falsely true in your heart? What if you realize this and find yourself surrounded by people who are still asleep in the everyday lies and illusions that has manipulated your mind to their control of you being wonderful American citizens, the land of opprotunities? How would you feel if you finally woke up to see yourself as small as an ant, standing in the middle with everyone else squirming around you, while the presidents (puppets) and the few people who decides our war time are the big men standing over your ant farm? Well, I'd then say, "Congradulations for being open minded enough to step outside your box, how smart you are" but of course, people will think you're a nut because they are as ignorant as a person who craves superficial perfection like if you were 'suppose to' get married, 'suppose to' believe in Jesus and God, 'suppose to' take the side of the majority, 'suppose to' choose between republicans or democrats like everyone around you who is normal. If being normal means to have no identity, then I'm confused why we are alive and happy. There is no 'suppose to' when it comes to the naked self of yourself. For those awakened, there is a skill you should be familiar with. It's a skill where you can adapt yourself to anyone you want that might lead you to a higher position. A higher position of a job, ranking, or in politics. Saying job, I'm in the Media Production field and my job would come from 50% what you know, and 50% who you know (Networking). I would have to be whatever to suit everyone's personality and interests. Speaking my mind and real opinions would decrease the chances of the job. But you can see how many people who want to be openminded is surrounded by these vien people who won't let you have your own mind and will convey themselves to everyone else's personality and not be able to come back out, unable to un-convey back to the self. But you don't have to come back if you didicate your life to making money 'supposed' higher degree, higher job seating on the pyramid with The Man watching from the very top.
Do you yet understand why mainstream is bad, unless you have the smarts to wake up to face the mainstream without being sucked in, or pernamently conveyed? That is why so many people hate the mainstream because so many people are suckered in to their program that tells them to never think otherwise. Just for a moment, think of us as computers and what we apply ourselves to are programs. Would you install a program that limits your mind by telling you to not think any other way but what it tells you? Would you install this program just because its so convenient to the daily lives that is devoured by the very same program that I am asking you about? Would you install this or a progressive program that will open you up to explorer other programs that evolves and grows with you that you can apply to everyday lives? You will feel it's meaning and understand a dimention of life that challenges your human psyche, pronounced, "Sy-kee".
All I said above is necessary to understand before I will say this:
That link shows that America is trying to expose the American benefits in the 3rd world countries but a lot are fighting it. Then the American asshole would ask "Why not?! It's wonderful prosperity and I want to share the love of Jesus and we can take care of your transportation problem and teeth problems, and etc!" or something, not understanding the vein that the part of capitalism has manifested. The asshole simply cannot take no for an answer so he'll do things out of hate, for "Jesus" I guess, since the American culture is Jesus when it comes to religon. That is another thing I want to state: Politics whether Republicans or Democrats revolve around religon, which is based on daily lives, just as much as politics! Religon should be kept out of Politics!
Well, so the less-developed 3rd World Country would then say "No! Get off my lawn before I have to send my dogs after you! (War) | | |
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