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[24 Nov 2009|08:03pm] |
This isn't even a joke it's a tre newspaper article, my friend found it. Don't doubt it's authenticty it's LEGIT. This will make you cringe. It's awful but so funny to laugh at the stupidity. TEATIME
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[23 Nov 2009|07:38pm] |
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Society and the world itself is such a perilous place.
It is not a place for me.
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[05 Oct 2009|04:31pm] |
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Society; a feeble, dying creature. Leading an impossible existance. A cage to the few creative individuals that exist, constricting them, contorting them. Pressuring them to join the majority, and thus all traces of what 'creativity' that was ever bestowed upon them has run dry. The beast has taken to resorting to violence now, if a few individuals stand out that refuse to be just like them; shooting them down with threats, taunts, and even death. That's how far this 'society creature' has fallen. Politicians who sell their lies for a dime a dozen ride on top, of course, making society a danger. Think Hitler. Now Stalin. Possibly Obama. Now picture every leader who didn't always make the best choices and associate them with society.
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[21 Sep 2009|10:29pm] |
Greeek sacrifice, in Greece had to do primarily with cooking. It was ritualized cooking. In other words Greeks only ate meat if it was ritually sacrificed. Sacrifice was the only way of having meat to eat, and basically while eating it, of sharing it according to very strict rules. Killing the victim was less important, in a way, than cutting it up and distributing the parts according to very strict rules that corresponded to the socio-political system. And it had to be cooked whether boiled or roasted, so that humans could eat the meat. And they have to eat because they're not gods, not immortal. They have to eat to live, their lives are nourished by taking the life of an animal, but only under such conditions as to make this act, behind its obvious and terrible appearance of slaughter, of killing, seem like an act that is the opposite of murder and violence, like a perfectly civilized act. We've seen the extent to which the Greeks, via their rites, concealed, effaced, camouflaged that violence. As a rule the victim had to be led without force. It had to consent, for example, by moving its head when seeds were sprinkled on it, as if it agreed to be sacrificed. The sacrificial knife was hidden in a basket under the seeds. Everything was designed to hide the blood and the slaughter. Their idea was to kill as if no blood were being spilled. So the sacrifice was clearly set up as the oppoisite to slaughter. What we have is a very coherent system in which sacrifice leads, as it were, to culture. Sacrifice being the main public religious activity it confers on man a certain state, that of being civilized, which differentiates him from the gods who don't eat. They have the fragrant smoke and don't need to eat. They're immortal. It also differentiates humans from animals because animals eat raw meat and devour each other without rules or prohibitions, without cooking, without civilization. The sacrificial act differentiates humans from animals and the gods through their way of eating. They're different from the gods. By sacrificing they recognize that gods and human beings are two completely different races. -- Jean-Pierre Vernant excerpt from Arts and Myths Volume 2: Mnong Gar Jar Stake
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[17 Aug 2009|11:21pm] |
fiercely intent on breaking down
a polished flash of proper happiness
stretched frozen on the gold of an afternoon
drowned dry in the yellow of white wine
unleashing knots anchored as such
from labor of composting existence
summoning the psychosis of memory
projecting the collective obsession for right angles
and the limitless reality of our boxed earth
in temporal delirium and dark delight
of unpredictable freefall
when downward overlaps upward
i spiral into childish perversion
weaned from galactic automatons
the personhood of human construct
nurturing everything to become inhuman
to be without being to the dull
heavenly perfection of mediocrity
sludged by the afterbirth of mass extinctions
and the wonders that necessitate laziness
materializing blackholes of narcissist mindfucks
who defecate pitiless depracations
in mathematical precision and biblical proportions
i become distilled as liquid nitrogen
as brain bubbles the fool to the lying machine
fuck everything over with fluff
while i hunt and gather for paper
to domesticate innate mysticisms
into the novelty of ingrown philosophies
and planetary destruction
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[17 Jul 2009|12:27am] |
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Society is what the masses make of it. In case you forgot you are a part of the masses. Most people who rant and rave do not attend political meetings, write to their representatives, etc. They simply do not want to go to a boring old meeting to meet corrupted politicans.
A rebel is not one who says "fuck society."
A rebel is one who gets into the system and destroys in from the inside.
A true rebel is the CEO, lawyer, doctor, journalist, etc. etc. who worked their asses off to get inside societies most valuable players and destroyed them from where it hurts the most.
This is why I say fuck society. Because everyone hates society. Because we are like them.
We have a choice, but we forget.
Is it, fuck society or fuck ignorance?
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| Animal Collective |
[16 Jun 2009|01:47am] |
I'm from Fort Lauderdale, FL. Recently (I don't know who's familiar) Animal Collective came down to Culture Room.
What a laugh. I mean, the show was good, but goddammit, everyone there had the same mullet-scene haircut and heavy eyeliner. I thought I was going to puke, and it wasn't from the shrooms. I guess I should have remembered to wear my tight pants and oversized sunglasses, because apparently I can't be associated with unless I'm exactly the same as the other non-conformists.
Why, oh, why?
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you can't fix a shattered heart. Posted via LiveJournal.app.
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[09 Dec 2008|08:58pm] |
fuck everything.
just... fuckit.
somehow its never enough.
everything feels so pointless atm, and i feel so empty.
i cant tell anyone. well
i cant tell them i feel im getting worse. they think im getting better being on fluoxetine.
im not, im hurting more than ever.
and im fucking slipping away.
i would drag a blade across my skin
if i hadnt already done so frequently this last week.
must give them a chance to heal up a bit, maybe ill let myself later tonight
- i think im desperate.
Nobody here is perfectly fine
A delicate frame, a fragile design.♥
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| Another Member |
[05 Dec 2008|09:50pm] |
BEFORE I introduce myself, I'ma go ahead and rant away too, cause I can. :]
I HATE EXAMS TOO.
I don't really see a point in it, but it's whatever.. Try to pass anyways, it'll be all worth it.
& yeah, on the whole 'it's my life thing'. I'm tired of my parents antagonizing me and whatnot about stupid crud that shouldn't even matter. I learned that school is not my thing. Being under rules is NOT my thing, because I like doing things my own way. Being around my parents it not my thing, because certain stuff I am being held for for no reason, and they're strict as sh!t, with some stuff. I swear it.
S'not like I hate my parents. I know they love me, but I just want them to let me LIVE life the way I WANT TO more than I should be doing now, y'know. . I'm not anti-social or anything. I do have a lovely boyfriend, and friends, but my parents do slow me down sometimes. I don't feel comfortable speaking to my parents about penetration, oral, birth control and stuff. I've been learned that anyways since the age of 10, and all of that is way behind me since I've gone through those types of experiences (hahahaha).. But if I do want to know more things in that cat, or something else, then that's where I turn to my boyfriend, or someone whose older. I've always had older friends/associates, cause it's really annoying hanging around someone under my age, or around sometimes... So no, people say that you should always go to your parents for help, or questions, not all the time.. well not for me.
I'm not saying my parents are BAD people. I'm not an abused child or anything like that, they just don't listen to me as much as I want them to, and i'm also noting the freedom part again, heh.
So yeah, I've made plans to move out already next year and in with my boyfriend, and they basically know this already. My mom always asks me if I want to move out, and I'm always nodding, or vigorously saying yes, and explaining why I want to. It's as simple as that, and there's nothing they can do to stop me really, since I'm 18, and all, and not UNDER their authority when I leave.
I was reading some previous posts, and I think black nail polish is extremely cute, and be worn by anyone, not just the 'goths' of today, c'mon now. I'm black and I'm gonna enjoy wearing since I haven't made much effort to buy any yet, grrr..
I'm very excited, but on to my stuff.
I'm Danielle, Dannie, I'm 18 as you know, and blahblah. I wanna lighten this community up! :]
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[14 Sep 2007|08:02pm] |
The honest and candid thoughts, erotic longings, and hungry heart of a girl who built her own castle, yet dwells in it alone...with only her hopes and dreams.
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| A plea for help. |
[12 Sep 2007|09:42pm] |
I've seen this a few times before and never thought i'd be doing it myself... but it's worth a shot an i'd like to see how successful such a request can become. I want to become an entrepreneur but i need your help!
Please see my profile for more information!
Sorry if this offends you in any way... like i said... it's worth a shot!
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| Woodlans appartment complex anti-eviction campaign (New Orleans) |
[22 Nov 2006|10:31am] |
A friend forwarded this information to me this morning. I don't think you can attact pdf files to LJ posts, so if any of you want a comprehensive list of the people who need to be contacted for in this campaign (email addresses, phone numbers etc), send me an email at gregory.esteven@selu.edu. This is very urgent! Tell these business owners that we won't stand for them evicting over 100 poor families in New Orleans! The people of NOLA have suffered enough.
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Friends, Allies and Supporters:
SPREAD THIS NEWS AS QUICKLY AND WIDELY AS POSSIBLE!
LETTER AND PHONE CAMPAIGN INFO
The time has come when your action could mean the difference between
justice and injustice, home for the holidays or homeless in the cold.
In the next few days over 100 families are facing eviction from their
affordable apartments at the Woodlands. Right now your support, and
your action, could provide the impetus they need to win their fight.
As you may know, Common Ground has been managing the Woodlands
apartment complex for the past five months, with the intent to
purchase the property to create cooperative housing, small business
cooperatives, social programs and human services offices, all while
keeping the lowest rents in the city. During this time CG
rehabilitated over 100 units, and formalized rental relationships with
signed leases. Through a series of bad faith dealings the former
owner, Anthony Reginelli, sold the property to the Johnson Property
Group, LLC. Now both are working together to evict the tenants just in
time for the holidays.
The tenants are organized and ready to fight. They are planning a host
of strategies, from press conferences to direct actions, from formal
mediation to court cases. But they need your voice. They need your
faxes, calls emails in support, calling for the new owners to do the
right thing and work with the tenants to find a mutually beneficial
solution.
The next pages contain sample letters detailing the tenants needs and
demands, and following those is a contact list. There are two versions
of the letter, one for the Johnson Property Group, LLC itself, and
another for their business associates. Feel free to use the sample
letter, or create your own based on it. If you have business or
organization letterhead, that may add extra weight. The crucial aspect
is that the residents need your assistance RIGHT NOW.
This can be an extremely effective public pressure campaign, because
the new owners have a very good name in human services in Baton Rouge
and throughout Louisiana. The Managing Manager for the Group is
Soundra Temple-Johnson, who, along with Collis Temple, Jr. and family,
own and operate Louisiana Health and Rehabilitation Options as well as
the Harmony Center, Inc., both of which offer extensive social
services for those in need. They have a conscience, at least a public
one, which can be effectively prodded by your letters, and by the
opinions of their business associates.
Please take a little time out of your Thanksgiving preparations to
send or hand deliver these letters to as many of the contacts as
possible. Because of the holiday we must act right now to be
effective. If you live near one of these locations, hand-deliver the
letter. If you are able, mount a small (or large!) demonstration at
their address, as the tenants will be doing in Baton Rouge and New
Orleans.
You will hear more from us, as we hold press conferences and
demonstrations, and we will keep you updatedwith our progress. We'd
also love to hear from you about your involvement
at:nolaevictiondefense@gmail.com You could cc: us when you email out
the letter, and send us a note about faxes, hand-deliveries and
demonstrations – or any other great ideas you put into action!
Please act now, before Thanksgiving, so the one hundred families and
children of the Woodlands can have something to be thankful for this
holiday season.
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| Disgusting. |
[09 Aug 2006|02:11pm] |
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I am forever more and more disgusted with the way that people treat one another. Over silly little simple things such as race, size, or style. Who cares how I dress? Who cares what color my skin is and why is it any of your buisness if I am a size two or a size twenty-two?! I mean really?
I had a gastric bypass two years ago. I have lost more then half of myself. And the way the GENERAL public (Ie public sevents, cashiers, waitresses, people on the streets) treats me now, compaired to the way I used to get treated when I weighed 360 pounds is astonishingly disgusting.
When your fat people glare...they stare...they snicker. No one watches me eat anymore. No one looks at me funny anymor eif I order a SHIT TON of food. People are generally two times politer and mroe respectful and friendly. Doors get held open for me, when they used to shut in my face. This shit is disgusting!
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| The Grinder |
[12 Jun 2006|12:11am] |
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No reality is free, as long
as the higher ups have their way
Living today is slavery, controlled
by money and the infested wart
known as the "trend"
The strong ones keep pushing
and fighting for their dreams
While the weak ones are whipped,
beaten, and mangled joyously by
cash and fads
Men and women, equally weak
in their own way. Women are whores.
They fuck their life away. Men are
self absorbed, indulging themselves
in free prostitution and materials
Everywhere you look is another
symbol, the altars at which we pray.
The check marks on our shoes, the
Shell branding my gasoline, the golden
Arches hanging in the sky
TV infests our minds with it's views on
this life. A communist brainwashing tool.
Manipulating babies with politics, grey sitcoms,
Un-reality TV, and shitty music. All shall hail
This pop culture propaganda
Society has it's cock in the
Grinder, Greedily pushing it further in.
The same cock that raped the Virgin
Mary way back then. I will be the one
to crank the grinder
Fuck this twat society
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[03 May 2006|03:57pm] |
In My Life...
There are places I'll remember
All my life, though some have changed
Some forever, not for better
Some have gone and some remain
All this places have their moments
With lovers and friends I still can recall
Some are dead and some are living
In my life, I've loved them all
But of all these friends and lovers
There is no one compares with you
And these memories lose their meaning
When I think of love as something new
Though I know I'll never lose affection
For people and things that went before
I know I'll often stop and think about them
In my life, I love you more
Though I know I'll never lose affection
For people and things that went before
I know I'll often stop and think about them
In my life, I love you more
J. Lennon, 1964
B/W:
All Those Years Ago:
I’m shouting all about love
While they treated you like a dog
When you were the one who had made it
So clear
All those years ago.
I’m talking all about how to give
They don’t act with much honesty
But you point the way to the truth when you say
All you need is love.
Living with good and bad
I always look up to you
Now we’re left cold and sad
By someone the devil’s best friend
Someone who offended all.
We’re living in a bad dream
They’ve forgotten all about mankind
And you were the one they backed up to
The wall
All those years ago
You were the one who imagined it all
All those years ago.
Deep in the darkest night
I send out a prayer to you
Now in the world of light
Where the spirit free of the lies
And all else that we despised.
They’ve forgotten all about god
He’s the only reason we exist
Yet you were the one that they said was
So weird
All those years ago
You said it all though not many had ears
All those years ago
You had control of our smiles and our tears
All those years ago
G. Harrison, 1981
What more needs to be said?
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