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Missing him

Sometimes I can still smell him and I miss him... I can feel the way he kissed my neck and I miss him... I can see how he still loves adventure and I miss him... sometimes we laugh, and I miss him. I miss the way he held me as we slept together, the way he would hold my hand, the smile on his face when we shared our little secrets... and I miss him.

Then I remember how much he hurt me, and I don't... but I do.

I miss this man I used to love.

Is this wrong?

I am a 15 year old boy who dates girls and generally likes girls, but more and more i wanna fuck boys my age and younger. I also want to be a little slut for grown men and let them fuck me.

Am I the other half of the child molester lust?

Can't do this anymore, won't feel you anymore

Sometimes depression leaks into my everyday life, which for the most part is not very depressed. But what if what leaks it doesn't leave? I don't like teetering in and out of depression. It's simple, there is a cure to my depression though I doubt it well ever happen. Do you ever wish you could not think about anything...just be. Just be there and go on but not care, or think. It's not like people would treat you any differently, it's just you wouldn't care, at all. I'm scared that I'm gonnna fuck something up with her because I can't get things right in my own head.

AFRICAN ADVENTURES

  

The spotted Leopard had been feeding on the bait for three nights now. It had so far consumed two impala and a babboon. It had become accustom to the unfamiliar image of the rough ground blind eighty yards away from the Acaia tree where the bait was hung. The blind was expertly constructed by Magogo the Singing Dancing Macarena Monkey. The Impala and the Babboon were sacrificed as bait on a daily basis folding like cheap suits in front of the muzzle of His Excellency's .375 H&H magnum. The Bear was a good marksbear and an experienced hunter but the Leopard would prove to be difficult. On the afternoon of the first hunt His Excellency travelled down the dusty Zimbabwean roads astounded at what he saw around him. Unbelievable beauty! Giraffe,Elephant and herds of Impala moving like schools of fish over the plain. Magogo skillfully guided the Land Rover to a spot five hundred yards from the blind and parked off the road in the bush. It was dusk now and they moved quietly into the blind. Magogo got his spotlight ready and instructed His Eminence to place his rifle in the makeshift rest with the scope focused on the Acacia tree where the bait was hung. His Excellency did so but failed to heed the Monkey's advice about setting the scope on it's lowest power. As darkness fell they could here the beast making it's approach to the bait. Suddenly the cat was on the bait and the Monkey slowly increased the intensity of the light.

"Shoot yo Excellency now!",the Monkey whispered.

"Goddammit",growled the Bear,"I cant see him!"

The cat,spooked by the light,disappeared into the bush.

"It's too late now. We gwine to come back in three nights. Next time yo listens to de Magogo. Yo sets yo scope on low and yo shoots de cat right through de shoulder! Straight into de boiler room! Yo got's it?"

"Yes Magogo. I must defer to you on certain issues of which you are an expert."

The next two days our adventurers ate and drank and only left camp to kill Impala for Leopard bait. On the third night they entered the blind again. The African night is mysterious,beautiful in it's prime evil savagery. As night approached the last bird to be heard is the Spoonbill,signaling the arrival of total darkness. The Leopard approached again. This time it's move on the bait was announced by the coughing sound of a frightened Bush Buck several hundred yards away. They waited. And they were naked.

Magogo whispered excitedly to his Excellency,"He on his way. Now Yo has got to shoot him jus right o we gwine to have a lot of trouble on our hands."

"Don't tell me how to handle this you insolent ape! And even here you will address me by my title!

"Yes Yo Excellency. Plea yo be quiet now."

The cat's arrival was not typical. He canvassed the area and was at times behind the ground blind causing His Excellency to draw his hunting knife fearing that he might be mauled. High adventure. High tension. The life the Bear loved to live. Eventually the loud sound of a bone cracking under the powerful jaws of the cat alerted the hunters that he was on the bait.

Magogo slowly raised the intensity of the spot light. The Kody,realizing that he had only a few seconds,fired. The shot hit behind the ribcage and the cat,without making a sound or showing any sign that it had been hit with a .300 grain slug, lept from the branch into the bush.

"Yo shot to far back yo Excellency." They could here the wounded cat grinding it's teeth some sixty yards out. Magogo turned the light off. "We gwine to sit here and be real quiet now till he die. I put yo ass on him. De res wuz up to you. I ain't keen to go out in de night lookin fo no wounded cat. No Su."

From the very moment the Kody pulled the trigger the wind began to pick up. By the time the Leopard could no longer be heard a lighting and rain storm unleashed it's fury upon the bush. The wounded cat could no longer be heard but would be impossible to find in the driving rain. They were in a dangerous situation. The Kody wanted to look for the cat which could still be alive. Magogo made the decision to abandon the search for the cat and make for camp. On the way back in the open land rover His Excellency commented upon the sudden storm. Magogo replied,"yes,Yo Excellency, as if we had done something terribly wrong."

When they arrived, exhausted and wet, at their Camp on the Gache Gache River Magogo retired to his Chalet to smoke coaxial cable. He sat,surrounded by the thick black smoke of the burning plastic,listening to the Hippos and the Lions in the distance until he fell asleep.

The Kody,worried that the leopard would be eaten by hyenas or wild dogs during the night,sat at the bar alone most of the night smoking and drinking vodka over ice. Occasionally he would stumble out to look up at the Southern Cross and marvel at the fact that all of the familiar constellations were upside down.

photo courtesy of Low Life Films

he can go to hell

Ive just been ripped off big time..
I give my soul to the devil in return for a lottery win and the crafty twat has gone back on his word, i didnt even get a small win, nothing. I asked god to help but as i didnt get a reciept he cant help at all, wanker.

its been one of those weeks.

mb

I like to eat the meat, not pick the bones

If i was gay, nobody would mind and if i were in an inter-racial relationship no-one would bat an eye (in my community that is) but i like fat women and everybody laughs and asks if i'm sick. What gives?

mb

Password reset

Don't change the password please.

not quite myself.

There's this lesbian I like. I'm beginning to think it's become more than platonic. That's odd because I've never known myself as bi before. I never found myself attracted to girls before. I thought if I were bi I'd be sure of it by now.

I sat next to her. I wanted to touch her but I was afraid.

Maybe it was just today. I don't think I was quite myself today.

Dem Niggraz

CHyeah boyz we dem niggraz. We alwayz been dem niggraz. DJ wont you play dis girl a love song?
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To the person who has been calling my number and hanging up; I can't *69 you when you dial from a private number. So please leave a message or call from a non-private phone number.

Thanks.

The real news... the real war

Now I understand more:

Whose war is it?

By Hamid Golpira
What exactly is happening in Iraq and whose war is it, anyway?

Many argue that it is an imperialist war for conquest and control of vast oil reserves, but that does not seem to be the case.

The realpolitik of the 21st century is far more sophisticated than the colonialism of the 19th century.

Political analysts compare the occupation of Iraq to the Vietnam War. They are correct to make the comparison, but mostly for the wrong reasons.

The U.S. military and government lost the Vietnam War. Yet, it is said that some elements in the United States won the Vietnam War. How can that be?

The U.S. military-industrial complex earned billions and billions of dollars during the Vietnam War. This was the main objective of the major stockholders, and they didn’t care who won the war on the ground.

Now it seems that history is repeating itself, since the U.S. military-industrial complex is earning billions from the war in Iraq, with U.S. taxpayers footing the bill.

“No blood for oil” is the slogan of the peace activists, but this war is not about oil.

The extraction of oil requires engineers and oil workers.

The occupying forces have used over 500 tons of depleted uranium munitions in Iraq. On impact, a certain percentage of the DU fragments into dust, meaning thousands of kilos of uranium dust are blowing in the wind in Iraq, contaminating the people, the land, waterways, and crops and leaving large sections of the country an irradiated wasteland.

Very few engineers and oil workers will want to work in such an environment, so how can the war be about oil?

Yet, the so-called peace activists keep up the chorus about blood for oil. They do not realize they are being manipulated by forces that seek to neutralize the peace movement.

During the Vietnam War, peace activists were tricked into believing the peace movement was a one-issue struggle. Thus, when the war finally ended, most of them thought they had won, since their one issue had been resolved.

One day, the U.S. troops and their allies will leave Iraq, and most of the peace activists will retire from the struggle, just like an earlier generation of peace activists did after the Vietnam War, if all goes according to the evil plan.

The U.S. military-industrial complex will have made their billions, and those who sought to damage the gene pool of the Iraqi nation will also have attained their goal.

In addition, those who sought to neutralize the peace movement will have realized their objective.

However, there are still some things that peace activists can do now to prevent this bleak scenario from unfolding.

Many U.S. soldiers who served in Iraq have contracted Persian Gulf War Syndrome, a mysterious illness with no known cause, but which is probably caused by exposure to the uranium dust from DU weapons.

If a common struggle were to be established uniting the victims of depleted uranium munitions in the East and the West, maybe something could be accomplished.

An Iraqi citizen could very well say to a U.S. soldier: “GI Joe, don’t you get it? Wipe that uranium dust out of your eyes and take a good look at what’s happening. The same people who are killing us, are killing you, too.”

The military-industrial complex killing machine is basically a money-making machine. Therefore, it should be sued for damages.

And there could be very many plaintiffs.

At the height of the DU bombing, higher levels of radioactivity were even recorded in Britain.

Radiation detectors at the Atomic Weapons Establishment (AWE) in Aldermaston and four other stations recorded a fourfold increase in uranium levels in the atmosphere within a few weeks after the attack on Iraq began in March 2003.

Furthermore, some physicians have put forth the theory that the worldwide rise in diabetes over the past few years is due to the use of depleted uranium weapons on battlefields across the globe, since the wind carried the uranium dust all over the planet.

Governments responsible for war crimes like the use of DU weapons and the targeting of civilians should be tried at the International Court of Justice in The Hague.

Charges should be filed against government officials and executives of the military-industrial complex involved in these war crimes at the International Criminal Court in The Hague.

Corporations that produce depleted uranium and other weapons of mass destruction that have been used against civilians should be sued for damages in national courts that have jurisdiction.

This won’t bring back the people who have been killed or cure the people affected by DU weapons or maimed, but it would be an effort to put the military-industrial complex killing machine out of business, which is what the peace activists say they are trying to do in the first place.

******BREAKING NEWS FLASH!******

Due to the rising cost of trans Atlantic air travel Breaking News has cut the number of reporters tracking His Esteemed Excellency Kody R Bear and Magogo the Singing Dancing Macarena Monkey. We have one photographer tracking the Bear in Zimbabwe where he is believed to be on safari. One additional staff member has just returned from a rehab in Joburg where he was denied an interview with Magogo but was able to follow him to Low Life Films where,while waiting in the lobby,he overheard the following conversation between the Monkey and Her Exalted Empress the Dragon Lady.


> Mrs. Empress Dragon Lady Yo has de only one dat been
> nice to me while I wuz
> at Low Life Films. Yo cleans de feces out of my fur
> and tries to keep de
> flys away. What you think I duz dat make de KodyBear
> want to Sodomize me all
> of de time?

It's nothing you're doing, Magogo. You see, when Kody
was just a cub, his mama was a crack 'ho, and whenever
she was, uh, "entertaining," baby Kody was left alone
in the living room with an old copy of Pulp Fiction.
He was forced to watch it over and over, and soon
became obsessed with the scene involving the anal rape
of Marcellus Wallace. You just look like him, that's
all. Bend over, please.

Daz jus wrong!
Does yo know where de KodyBear is? Dey say he on a
> Leopard Hunt in Zimbabwe.
> Ifin it was me I woudn't be fuckin wid dem big cats. Yo
> gots any High Gravitys?
> How bouts some mbanje fo de Magogo?

Those High Gravitys are bad for you, Magogo. They make
you do things you shouldn't do and really mess up your
mind. The truth is, Kody wants to become a "real"
bear. He was told that in order to become a real bear,
he had to fly to Zimbabwe and do three things: get his
nipples pierced, fuck a Zimbabwean woman, and dance
with a lion. He seems to have gotten those last two
mixed up though; so far, he's only danced with a
Zimbabwean woman. And you stick to your coaxial cable;
the mbanje is mine. I said, bend over! And stop
wiggling!

What is all dis stuff about de KodyBear conspritory?
> De KodyBear he gone. He
> don't care about de "KodyBear Movie" no mo. I mean
> where de mudafucka at?

Konspiracy? What konspiracy? I don't know what you're
talking about. Just because there are at least three
bloggers involved in the Kodybear postings doesn't
mean there's a konspiracy. All this talk of His
Eminence not caring about the movie is just a
publicity stunt to whip up public interest. Now bend
over just a little more...

What duz yo thinks about de state of Anonyblog
> deese days?

Pathetic. Absolutely pathetic. It's full of posts
denying the divinity of the bear. These unbelievers
will be dealt with in a harsh fashion once the bear
gains ascendancy. I am proud to say that I will be an
integral part of his divine justice. Okay, now you've
done it. You've taken so long to assume the proper
position that the bag has sprung a leak.

> Why ain't His Rotundancy come home? He down at de
> Hog Farm again?

His Rotundancy Prefect Dragon Lord is currently
unavailable for comment. He went hog wild at the
SuperFresh the other day. They had a half-price sale
on bacon, and he was torn between wanting to eat the
bacon or fuck it. Okay, the bag is refilled.

Dey say dat de KodyBear hopped up on lithium-Ion
> batteries now. Is dey any
> truth to that? Cause yo know ifin dat true he can
> re-charge any time he
> wants wifin out no memory effect. Dat could be bad
> news fo me,young
> childrense and all of Islam.

Really? Hey, are those batteries available to the
general public? I could use some; ever since daddy
gave me the hog farm, the Prefect has spent so much
time there that the batteries in my vibrator have
died. Af, good---you've settled down. Now I can insert
the nozzle.

When yo thinks de KodyBear commin back from
> Zimbabwe?

Who fuckin' cares? I'm the Empress of Enemas. Here it
comes at last, my sweet Magogo. Don't mind the sting,
I put a little alcohol in the enema bag.

How duz yo feel Empress dragon Lady?

With my hands, of course.

Loose Lips Sink Ships

That lyric has been stuck in my head and has nothing to do with what i'm writing. Yay anony blog is back! Hopefully this will be the first new comment of a user. Getting up early today, going to go out and try to squeeze every drop of summer out of break before the start of next week. My friend just broke up with his girlfriend. It's doesn't really scare me but it makes you think for a second what's going to happen with her. Hopefully it won't be her because it's not gonna be me. Thinking about going into Jr. year kind of freaks me out a little bit. Just because I know that I have to do well. Then I have to start thinking about the S.A.T. I suck at standardized testing...not looking forward to this year. I hope that I'll have time to stop and think a little bit. I'm gonna try and bust my balls but I wonder how long that motivation will last for. My birthdays on my second day of school, that's always a plus. Sarcasm. Sometimes I think i'm too sarcastic, I wonder if people don't like talking to me because I'm too sarcastic sometimes...besides my sister. "To the love I left my consience pressed, through the keyhole I watched you dress, to the bible in the drawer what'd it ever do for me I swear. It never calms me when I'm down, love never wanted me." That's also part of the song that's been stuck in my head.

Password Reset

The password has been reset.

my friends are going insane. i think i am because of it. fuck

my friends are perverts, i'm a pervert, but my friend had trouble with his balls so my other friend took a look at them in a bathroom of a bowling alley. my other friend is becoming more of your quintesseintal emo kid by the minute, his wacko girlfriend is the force driving it. we have a "friend" who is more of a person who was once our friend but now hes a just a person whos there, he is a ferret, and weasel. he has an amazingly beautiful girlfriend and we have no clue how he woed her. we swear hes mentally unstable, he worrys too much, while his girlfriend is the queen of optimism. the kid claims i have "changed". i haven't hung out with him in 2 months, the points he made were absurd and daft. agreed with by other friends. he had what we called his "mental breakdown" on the internet. first he was in super emo mode then he became delerious. i think he wanted attention.
u may say that maybe something is going on in their house involving there parents. the guy who checked out our other friends balls... his parents got divorced and his sister is really screwed up. but family problems shouldn't mess with your brain too much. if it does then u don't have a strong willpower and worry too much about shit, which is what i think about the ferret guy.
i just stumbled upon this website, i dont give a shit if u read this or not. if u do, give me feedback. i'm doing pretty fine myself but all of this weird crap going on puts me in a bad mood and makes me think a lot and i sit on the computer and join strange bloging websites. whatever dude.

No one, no one, no one likes a drop out

Tired. Tired of thinking of everything I have to do and will have to do. Soon going to have to go to college and get into one. Gotta try. Gotta fucking try. I'm sick of trying. It's all pointless in the end. Why not do something that actually matters and make your short time on this place worth living? I can't say that I haven't tried at something and been screwed over anyway, though. There is one thing is this world that I love that makes it worth living. That can actually push me to try so i can keep up and be with her. Maybe that's all anyone needs. Love. In some form atleast, to makes things worth while and living. But what if they slip away? Whatever it is you love? The result could be worse than the worse that was before it. Is it even worth taking the risk of pouring yourself into something that could ultimately brake you? Maybe the time that was there would be worth it, maybe not. I hope I don't find out. The thing that is love to me, or person I should say, controls every inch of how I feel. Maybe it's not smart to give yourself to someone that much. But maybe it is if they give you just as much, as long as it doesn't end.

now

I have it all planned out. I've quit my work, stockpiled bulk aspirins and paracetamol, have a pack of dramamine.
I have a secluded place in the middle of nowhere, hidden behind some shrubbery. I made a device out of tin and hose to fit snugly over the exhust pipe of my car and effectively force co2 fumes into the cab of the car. For my my truest friend, overseas for another few months, I left my guitar and favourite vintage leather jacket in the room of her parent's house. It's her's when she returns. For my love.. I have nothing. She is gone, and there is nothing to ever bring her back. My books of poetry have been burned on a fire in my yard -5 years of songs and writing, all gone.
For my bandmate, my collection of records. A few thousand dollars in a sealed envelope for my little brother.
An apology for my parents. I'm about to sit in the backseat of my car, take my pills, drink a few bottles and breath deeply until i never wake up. I shouldn't be discovered until I'm realised missing, not for a few days.
My family has no way to contact my friends or Her.. She's getting a letter telling her I've already left for France, I don't want her to think that she was the catalyst for a death -this was a long time coming. She just helped me realise that now is the right time. I'd rather her think I'm living in a foreign country. *sigh* I miss her so much.

I'm so tired of life. Tired of living in this place. Tired of being prodded by doctors and being made to swallow pills and tired of nightmares. I'm tired of not being with Her. Cliche and petty, but I can't live without her.

I just want to listen to the Mountain Goats Discography and go to sleep. I never believed in a god and heaven, but even if it ended up to be true, I'd eventualy end up in hell anyway. I'm not sure why I'm writing this, perhaps it's just a commitment to ink.

I apologise for the life I've led and the peoples I've let down.
I don't apologise for this final action.
to her, I'm sorry. I loved you.
But maybe, just maybe, we will meet in the next life when we are both cats.

Wanna know something cool?

The bible says that mans years will be limited to 120.
No man has ever lived older than 120, but several women have.

:)

I'm sick. I'm hurt. I'm almost in tears. My sister's accross the room making ridiculous noises--being stupid.

I thought of going away but I can't. He doesn't know something's wrong--though he'd figure it out surely if he heard my voice. But over the internet, I am not compelled to convey a tear-choked voice.

An "ok" doesn't have to carry any certain connotation when in an IM window, if it's not surrounded by a :) or a :( or a :p or anything to indicate its meaning.

But he can fix it--though I'm still sick, hurt, and crying. He can make me happy. He can make me love more.

Sick of it

Why is it that I am such a 'good' friend to everyone, yet no one will return the favor? From my cousin to sister, to even my fucking boyfriend, I listen sincerely and try to be the friend I wish I had. For all you selfish 'friends' out there, listen up: You'd better start asking about the personal lives of your friends....you'd better start CARING about those friends, or we will eventually rebel against you! Then who will you come whining to? Who will listen to you make the same mistakes over and over, and be there for you at 3 in the morning while you cry on the phone? Just something to think about....

I'm unhappy regarding all of my best friends. I just want to disappear.

I'm Kodybear, and so's my wife.

I love anal sport with monkeys
I love to lick their arse
chase them around and round the room
what a peverted farce.

I love naked teddy bears
talk to them like they're real
stick my hand between their legs
to have a filthy feel.

Hey Baby!

You ever had your asshole licked by a fat man in a trenchcoat?

KODYBEAR

I am the Goddamn KodyBear. Ha! That was one funny-ass post.(prounounced as one word). I do not comment to my own posts.I dont even write them. I pay someone else to do that. My chief Monkey Magogo the Singing Dancing Macarena Monkey is in charge of that area of Kody Bear Enterprises. But I do smile upon you. Your one funny-ass(Pronounced as one word) motherfucker! I hope you will be there with me in spirit when I sodomize all of Islam! I'll give it to them straight up their rag-head(pronounced as one word) asses! I'm an American fucking Bear! I have a magnetic de-tatchable penis(Pronounced as one word!) Now can you recognize my stile? I've got to go! I'm listening to Danny Gatton(for you DC users,god rest his talented soul) while down-loading(Pronounced as one word) while searching for Indy, The Circle Jerks. I'm one refined motherfucking American Bear! Cheers!

****Breaking News!!!****** Kody Bear Reveals His Suppurating Vagina to Mystifed Press

Looking disheveled, fat, and infected with AIDS, gay doll sensation Kody Bear met with reporters this morning to deliver a rambling, often incoherent speech.

After repeatedly scratching at a patch of dried child semen on his left cheek, Kody Bear pulled at his shit-encrusted underpants for several minutes before finally beginning his nonsensical babblings. In remarks covering everything from his weight problem ("I have no impulse control") to his lover Homogo's continued fight for survival ("Even I think Homogo is pretty lame, and I invented him"), Bear ranged from pathetic despondence to sheer outrage by turns.

"Who is to say who's attractive and who's not?" the Bear asked defensively before revealing his greatest secret to date: a swollen, pus-oozing vagina. Reporters probed the runny fissure with a speculum before declaring it authentic to a skeptical, bored crowd of onlookers.

"Look, women don't want fat guys who post boring shit online. Especially impotent, balding guys. I needed to somehow up my game, and this vagina seemed like the right idea at the time." When asked how he intended to attract females with a suppurating hair trench, Kody Bear bristled. "The pus discharge is only temporary, I assure you. When women see this axe wound, they will respond appropriately."

Onlookers were less assured. "He has more than three chins, for starters," said one young woman who refused to be identified, "so I see why he's lonely. But plenty of fatties find love, so I assume it's the internet thing that's the dealbreaker."

The internet thing? "Yeah, it's like, why type so much when it's not funny and no one reads it? Just makes no sense. Do you know anyone who does that? No one does. They have no one, no one cares--or even knows--about them." She then retreated to vomit into a nearby trash barrel.

Others were more critical. Via telephone, one weak voiced, anonymous gay doll provided this input: "Kody has had that vagina for months and still it weeps a yeasty clotted mixture of pus and blood. I wish he had cut off his tiny penis while he was down there -- if he had I may not be dying of throat clap right now."

Kody Bear's press conference ended abruptly when his bowels began leaking a soupy mess of diarrhea and Preparation H onto the stage. "Well, I gotta go type some more super funny stuff up for my fans. I'm pretending to be fat to be more humorous, you know. Soon all will be revealed, you'll see. I've been saving my funniest stuff for now--you think you've seen photoshopped gay dolls before? Nothing like what I got going now."

Stay tuned for more updates on Kody Bear's fight for relevance!

Lift Ev'ry Voice an' Siiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnng!

Mmmm-mmm-mmm-mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm-mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm-mmmmmmmmmm!
Dis be real life here. Dem was dem days of da peoples.An we done respect dem here peoples like we done respect dat dog kimby

*****Breaking News!!!***** Giant Fat Man Implicated in Posting Binge

The world recoiled today when it was revealed that a man of planetismal girth was using online communications in a posting binge of unprecedented duration and pointlessness.

Early reports indicate the quasi-retarded text strings may be the result of severe isolation, masturbation fatigue, and general malaise due to fatness.

"His pasty white flab is most likely coated with foul, fish-stinking perspiration," remarked Dr. Maurice Falain, head of the Obesity wing of St. Mary's Hospital in Toronto. Pointing to a picture of the tubby typist, Falain was emphatic in his denunciation. "If you look closely here, you can actually see the smells coming from this lardy tool. God, he's rank, and is really, really fat. I'm sorry, it's unprofessional of me to speak this way. But I cannot abide this fat, maggot-white fucking loser any longer. Get out."

******BREAKING NEWS!!!******

INTERVIEW WITH LOW LIFE FILMS EXECUTIVE PRODUCER!

BREAKING NEWS REPORTERS SITE THE DRAGON LORD AT OZZFEST!

   Q: Prefect may we have a few minutes of your time? A: Yes, the current band performing "HATEBREED" sucks, but you'll have to speak loudly, I'm hard of hearing. Q: We are keen to know how production of "THE KODYBEAR MOVIE" is progressing." A: Progress on the "THE KODYBEAR MOVIE" is not very good; it could take hours to explain the setbacks and difficulty I have had with this production. I have to be careful here as to what I say because I don't want to bring the wrath of His Esteemed Excellency Kody R Bear on me, I already have too many other problems. To begin with, we have been renting sound stages in different parts around the world, very costly, and it can take 12 to 24 hours of work sometimes to build the set for certain scenes in the movie. When everything is complete, I'll give a "SET-CALL" to get everyone in place, cameras ready, sound man rolling, the cast of actors - extras- stunt people ready to go and wouldn't you know it, His Excellency is no where to be found, that happens a lot. When he doesn't show up for the shoot I have to release everyone from work and begin the process of tracking the bear. It's no telling where he will be. He may be on the other side of the world. It can take days to find him. I have hired (at my own cost) a team of professional investigators who monitor satellite feeds, newspapers, radio signals…etc. to locate His Eminence. They find him when His Radiance makes the news somewhere, most often some kind of disturbance. You remember the "Abu Ghraib" scandal don't you, well what the world doesn't know was that whole thing got started when Esteemed Excellency got drunk and flew to the prison and began sodomizing the prisoners. The U.S. government had no plans of torture until the bear showed up and then Donald Rumsfeld wanted to hire His Esteemed Eminence to go to "Gitmo" and sodomize the detainees there. Once the word got out about the torture, His Benevolence went into an uncontrollable rage and tore Donald Rumsfeld a new asshole. He damn near killed Rumsfeld. Why do you think we haven't seen much of Rumsfeld lately? I'm afraid George W. Bush is next. Anyway, we tried to fit His Esteemed Radiance with a "GPS" tracking device so we know where he is at all times. He was reluctant at first, and I explained that it could take decades to finish the movie at that current pace, so he gave in and we placed a small discreet transmitter on his wrist, it looked like a watch. The "GPS" tracking has allowed us to make some progress on the movie until sometime last year when we were ready for a shoot, we were shooting some scenes on Mount Everest, and the tracking team said the good Dr. Bear was somewhere on the Outer Banks of North Carolina. Our team flew there to retrieve the bear only to find the "GPS" tracking device lying on the floor in the bathroom of an electronics store. The store employees claimed not to have seen the bear but I think they were lying as the tracking team said the store employees were acting very strange. The store didn't have much inventory, and we suspect the store employees had loaded the bear up with batteries and other goodies. Our only hope in finding the bear was to interview the employees. We had interviewed all the employees except one. It was on a Wednesday or Thursday when we located the one employee washing fire trucks and picking up cigarette butts around the fire house. Upon questioning this employee, he wouldn't answer any of the questions but would only grin. We suspected he knew something of the His Excellency's whereabouts. At that time, reports started to come in on the CNN news channel about homeless victims being sodomized and being left for dead in various locations around Kentucky. We hired a couple hundred investigators to trace where His Eminence was going next. There were rumors of His Esteemed Radiance being sighted in some of the deep areas of the Mammoth Cave system located in western Kentucky. We heard of tourists being sodomized while in the cave but the U.S. Park Service denies this. We believe the park didn't want bad publicity. We wasted two weeks trying to find him and when we did find him, His Excellency claimed not to remember anything. He said it was like the last two weeks he had been unconscious. You'll never guess where we found him. He was found lying around, totally drunk, among a couple dozen dead-sodomized polar bears in northern Canada. We found this out by reading "The Eskimo Tribune". Another problem, when he is around for the shoots, he has a hard time controlling his temper. We have managed to get some "high-profile-big-name-top-draw-movie-actors" (pronounced as one word|" do agree to some "cameo" appearances. While shooting a recreation of the Red Sea being divided as in the "The Ten Commandments", we had Charlton Heston and Dr. KodyBear on the blue-screen set and Mr. Heston said something to His Benevolent Radiance about prying (something) from his cold dead hands, and the Bear just went off, I mean like you've never seen before, there was blood and white fur flying everywhere. When it was over, we had to call 911. Mr. Heston was flown to the hospital in a medivac helicopter and has remained in critical condition ever since. We've had to cut that scene from the movie. Then there was the Tom Cruise problem. Tom and His Excellency,Eminence Kody R Bear was rehearsing a scene from the "Risky Business" movie recreation and Tom stated up a conversation about "Scientology". Before you know it, there were screams and mayhem on the set. The Bear was ramming his "meat-muscle" into every orifice Tom has. This went on for a marathon 10 hours; there was no stopping him, we were all afraid to break it up. We told Tom he had to leave and that we wouldn't need him anymore. We had to hire extra security to keep Tom away. We've also had to replace over half of the work crew for the movie due to them being afraid of the Bear. Q: We last heard that His Esteemed Excellency Kody R Bear was headed for Durban, South Africa to retrieve Magogo the Singing Dancing Macarena Monkey from a bar. Is there any truth to this? A: How did you find out about that? Magogo has some parts in the movie that need to shot and we knew that only Kody could get the monkey here. Magogo's bar tab was $42,000 U.S. dollars. Upon His Esteemed Excellency Eminence and Magogo the Singign Dancing Macarena Monkey leaving South Africa, the whole South continent of Africa went into a "state of emergency". We're still trying to find out what happened. We think some of the "war lords" were sodomized. Q: Do you think Magogo has the battery power to perform his role in the film, handle his executive duties as CEO of SAGTRA and supervise the MACARENA MONKEY TASK FORCE? A: That is a good question. We have been working with NASA and the Los Alamos National labs to see if some kind of "hydrogen fuel cell" can be developed and retro fitted. The Department of Defense is suggesting some kind of "solar powered cape" to recharge and maintain optimum energy levels. We will be testing that when the cape arrives. Q: Since the MACARENA MONKEY TASK FORCE has no duties at the moment, what are they doing? We assume they are spending all of their time smoking coaxial cable at this point. Can you verify this? A: That was a problem. When the MMTF is idle, they can not be trusted. We caught them smoking all the coaxial cable they could get they hands / paws on. We have now assigned them the task of researching the possibility of "time travel". We gave them some books on "Quantum Mechanics" and theories about "Black Holes" and we are pleased to announce that their time is now occupied with something productive. Q: It has come to our attention that His Esteemed Excellency, in his magnanimous patriotism has developed a plan to sodomize all of Islam. This seemingly would be an impossible task even if he were to continue using AA lithium batteries. Can you verify this? A: You are correct. We are waiting for the test results from the experiments being conducted on Magogo. We have had to use "super-computers" for the calculations to determine the amount of energy required to carry out the Kody's plan. As of now, we have determined that we may have to use a nuclear power system similar to that of a nuclear powered submarine and have a power transfer cable attached to the Kody. Q: We see that System of Toxicity is preparing to take the stage. May we ask one more question Prefect? A: Go ahead. Q: How do you feel? A: I am hyped. With all the chemicals pumping throughout my body, I feel like I might pass out soon, but I hope I can make it to the encore. I hear the Kody may come on stage and sodomize the singer! Thank You Prefect.

*****Breaking News***** Homogo near death with terminal throat clap

Gay doll sensation Homogo is near death with a terminal case of gonorrhea in his throat, sources say. Though not normally fatal, gonorrhea can cause death in those with compromised immune systems, such as AIDS-infected gay dolls.

While sources are tight-lipped (unlike Homogo, who suffered persistent reinfection by orally servicing famous gay doll Kody Bear), it has been revealed that Homogo and Kody Bear have been linked sexually for at least six years in a tender gay relationship.

"People will say this shows gay dolls are irresponsible," said Kody Bear when reached for comment, 'but I never lied to Homogo about my flings with clap infected hoboes in the train yard. He should have taken precautions, like for instance by not repeatedly sucking on my tiny infected penis."

Stay tuned for updates on Homogo's valiant fight for gay life!

Can't beat the pain

I've lived such a healthy and happy life. Loved exercise, eating, loving, working, fishing, all sports, biking, enjoyed my boys now in their teens, who are also very physical and getting very active too. But it's all coming apart. I can't run, have trouble walking, can barely exercise. I get unbearably depressed. I can't stop the pain; lose focus in trying to cope with pain; it's a vicious cycle. Why. I'm in my 50s, otherwise very healthy.

In the past year my body has been changing; I've seen many doctors, often repeatedly, and no one can help with problems: chronic pain in my feet, knees, hands and knees. Every step I take is painful. Every keystroke on the computer is a strain. Trying to open a jar of pickles, or a carton of milk, a bag of peanuts, etc., is maddeningly difficult and painful. Getting up in the morning is so god-awful: I struggle to walk my feet hurt so bad; I'm worried I'll fall down the stairs; the hardest part is holding my pain sensation inside me so I don't wake anyone. In life I've seen old men swaggering around like they've got a hundred painful warts on the bottoms of their feet, but they walk and walk. I've not there quite yet but can see myself there soon. Oh it's a depressing feeling.

I've gone vegan (helped slightly but not much), taken every drug imaginable (the joint juices; vicodin is a temporary relief but I need my mind to work and it makes me too hedonistic; an anti-inflammatory with tylenol on top of it helps if I remember to take it all), and I've been trying to exercise any way my body can tolerate (pumping iron, bike riding some). I've been meditating and looking at alternative medicines.

I want my body back. I want so much to be well. I don't want anything to do with doctors who can't help. I hate taking any and all drugs, I'm so depressed because of the pain, but I sometimes drink to kill the pain. If I drink a lot it helps a little, like back pain, but in the long run it seems to make the pain worse (the next day). I hate the fucking doctors that are all so into their medicines and so full of themselves and their optimism but they really don't know what the hell to do about it and none, not one, will be straight with me and say what is readily apparent--that this is here to stay, that I have to fucking adjust to it, and I have to stop wining (to myself), and that I can't ever run with my own kids, can't enjoy them in an appropriate physical way that kids need, especially tennagers. This is especially a big deal to me because my father was a selfish, drunk asshole who never spent any time with me and I vowed never to do the same to my kids, but now I can't be close to my kids, at least in this way, because of this debilitating crap I have. ISo 'm trying to make up for it in other ways, none of which I find satisfactory.

I try to put on a happy face. I try to act like it doesn't matter. I try to try even. But there are times like right now when I'm tired, I don't want to try, don't want the drugs, don't want the depression any more, just want to go to sleep and never wake up.

analingus

I like to lick a woman's asshole.

Klapp Breath's Heavenly Abode

"Are you going to...y'know...do that to me again?" the little boy asked Klapp Breath, motioning slightly at his rectum.

Klapp Breath exhaled cigarette smoke tiredly as he sat down on the bed's edge. The bear costume was hot and he desperately wanted to take it off, but could he trust the boy? Once he had seen Klapp's face, the child might run to the police out of fear and disgust. He couldn't risk it: the suit stayed on.

"No, I don't wanna...," Klapp trailed off, waving at the boy. "Go watch cartoons or something. I'm tired now." The boy sulked off into the corner of the dirty hotel room to pick at his toenails while Klapp adjusted the costume's headpiece needlessly in a sublimated sexual gesture.

The truth is, he did want to. The boy was nearly too old--almost thirteen, almost a teen, my god--but beggars can't be choosers in this world, and Klapp was certainly a beggar. And a buggerer, too, heh...he should use that on Anonyblog tonight, he thought. Fucking clever, he was.

But the truth was, he could no longer get it up. And I mean at all. At least when it was just ED he could say his penis was technically working, but now...nothing. Thank god, thank god, thank god he didn't have any women checking out his limp prick; that would be just too much to take. Fucking women. The boys just didn't really know enough to comment, but women always made him feel totally worthless in bed, as in life.

He lit another cigarette and pushed the filter end through the hole he cut in the costume's mouth. How had he come to this? Attempting to make sex slaves out of little boys was not his original life plan, but here he was googling Jeffrey Dahmer to gain insights into the battery acid and power drill method. So far it had only made his boys seem more retarded, not more sexy. But the ones he treated this way did change in one important way: they loved Kody Bear's writings as soon as the acid had melted their brains sufficiently. And that in inself kind of made Klapp Breath a scientist of sorts. A brain scientist, in fact. He puffed his chest out unconsciously.

The phone rang and startled him out of his reverie. He checked his watch. Shit! Ten o'clock already! And he hadn't even posted to Anonyblog yet. He had to get his shit together, and fast.

"Hello?" he muttered into the line as he booted up his laptop hurriedly.

A long silent pause followed. Finally a deep male voice spoke, "Mr. Bear, I thought we had an agreement. Wasn't that your understanding?"

"Uh, listen, I had a computer issue is all...I had some incredible shit written but the goddamn hard drive..."

"Spare me the excuses, Mr. Bear. We aren't paying you half a million dollars for your excuses, are we?

"No sir," Klapp squeaked. He could not lose this job! "Sir, I'll have the posts up immediately..." he stammered as the desktop image of Bo and Luke Duke sitting shirtless on the General Lee popped up on the screen.

"This is your last warning, Mr. Bear. If my employers feel your...extracurricular activities, shall we say, are interfering with your paid duties, well, I'm not so sure I can be responsible for their reactions. Do you understand what I'm saying, Mr. Bear?"

Klapp started to respond, but the voice on the other end was already gone. He needed to post something stupid, and fast. No problem, he thought, I'm Kody Bear. In the circles I wander, they all know me as the best and brightest. No fucking problem.

There was a crashing sound in the other room, the tinkle of broken glass, and a heavy thump on the ground below. Klapp didn't need to move his corpulent frame to know what happened in there. You've seen one semi-retarded sex slave jump out a hotel window, you've seen them all.

The kid was almost thirteen anyway, he thought. What am I, a gerontologist? Fuckin ey, that was clever too. Anonyblog was gonna go crazy tonight!

Its all i have left: afterwards

Thank you to all who replied to my post, about the boy i thought i loved. As i read all your comments, rude, helpful, nice, i realized more and more that it wasnt love i felt for him. I was constintaly questioning myself as to how i felt about him, if it was love, i wouldnt have to question it. It was an obsession, a bad one at that. Im deff not over him, but all you have said has been very helpful in realizing what it is i spent those 2 years doing, feelings and wanting.

Thank you for your thoughts and insights.

KODY + Magaggo

Man this kody bear can actually bite some 1's ass off .. Does n e 1 really care abt Kody bear n Magago( sorry abt sp) fuck dis sh!t

Tell me that you're alright, and everything is alright

For the past few days i've been on vacation away from my girlfriend. Recent events have led me to think she's become pregnant. I'm probably being paranoid but it's scaring the shit out of me. I pray to God she's not. I'm waiting on the natural monthly pregnancy test, please let it come and let me be free me of my thoughts. I just wanna get back home and be with her, this is not a vacation. Vacate my fucking head of all thoughts and worries. Please.

Trickle Down

Picture on magazine boardroom pop star
Pinstripe prophet of peckerhead greed
You say “Trust me with the money -- the keys to the universe”
Trickle down will give us everything we need
Brand new century private penitentiary
Bank vault utopia padded for the few
And it’s tumors for the masses coughing for the masses
Earphones for the masses and they all serve you
Trickle down give ‘em the business
Trickle down supposed to give us the goods
Cups held put to catch a bit of the bounty
Trickle down everywhere trickle down blood
What used to pass for education now looks more like ignoration
Take the people’s money and slip it to the corporation
Yellow rain golden shower pesticide firepower
Summon feudal demons of sweatshop subjugation
Workfare foul air homeless beggars everywhere
Picturephone aristocrats lounge around the pool
Captains of industry smiling beneficently
Leaky hull supertanker ship of fools
Trickle down etc …
Takeover takedown big buck shakedown
Schoolyard pusher of the anything-for-profit
First got to privatize then you get to piratize
Hooked on avarice – how do we get off it?

Bruce Cockburn

******BREAKING NEWS******

   KODYBEAR SIGHTED IN A DURBAN,SOUTH AFRICA BAR!

After a recent Magogo sighting at the Skyy Bar in Morningside Paparazzi flocked to the popular drinking establishment hoping to photograph His Excellency. Breaking News reporters were denied an interview by the already intoxicated Bear. Sources at the bar say that the Bear began making sexual overtures towards a female patron and then became belligerent when staff members ask him to leave. The drunken Bear then became apologetic and buggered off. Upon closer inspection of the photograph one of our staff members noticed the band-aid on the back of the Kody's neck. This is possibly a Pulp Fiction reference we don't know.

If you belive in god, please pray for my father

If you belive in prayer, please take a minute to pray for my father, he is going to get some tests tomorrow, and there is a chance that he has cancer.
he has 4 kids, all living at home, and we need him desperatly, please say a prayer for him

One day Mark woke up and realized his voice was gone. It was very odd; there had been nothing to foretell this. No sore throat--no cold--nothing.

He became immediately sad, because he knew no one would notice. No one would miss his voice because no one had become accustomed to it. No one had listened to it.

It had been taken from him before he'd used it and he felt short changed. It was true it was not a value to anyone now, but perhaps one day it could have been. But now it was gone, all gone, and no one could ever

And now...

For the fatalist or the war hungry:

I would like to inform you about Planet Mars.
Planet Mars will be the brightest in the night sky starting August.
It will look as large as the full moon to the naked eye.
This will culminate on Aug. 27 when Mars comes within 34.65M miles of earth.

Be sure to watch the sky on Aug. 27 12:30 am.
It will look like the earth has 2 moons.
The next time Mars may come this close is in 2287.

Share this with ur friends as NO ONE ALIVE TODAY will ever see it
again.,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

Will we see an Earth afterwards?
I certainly hope so, and I hope those of you who have a will to do so will resist the 'Marsian' influence of the spirit of conflict generated by the circumstances you see around the world today.

Peace brothers and sisters of earth. Enjoy the celestial spectacle and rejoice in the spirit of wonder at the immensity of the universe that surrounds us.

This site doesnt let me delet entrys, other wise i would have deleted it, not remembering that i had posted the first one. thnx for the help tho!

It's your fault!

I could not have so easily deluded myself. There had to be something in your behavior which led me on. This suggests you were conscious of my feelings.

You knew. You had to know. When you looked into my eyes. When you avoided me.

My obsession for you was eating me. I was burning and rotting on the inside. It was you! It was you who sat inside me with a match and a scimitar and mercilessly tore me apart!

And you knew it! Why didn't you try to stop it? Why didn't you try to help me? You were the only one that could. But you just gazed at me distantly, through your cool new shades, and I didn't even know if it was me you were looking at.

its all i have left

Guys, what would you say to a girl who was your "friend with benefit" and said all this to you. I dont have the guts to give it to him, but i kinda wonder what he might say.

Beware. This i long.

Sometimes you meet someone,
and before you know their name,
before you know where they're from,
you know that sometime in the future,
this person is going to
mean something to you.

I thought it was just a rebound crush. There was going to be no more me and justin. I needed someone to like, someone to crush on. I saw you. Running around under the street lights and 1 in the morning. You were so cute, and i instintly liked everything about you. Those blue eyes. Those dimples everytime you smiled. The mismatch look you had going on with your red basketball shorts and orange shirt. Normally i would have wanted to give you fashion tips, but i just thought it was cute. I spent that whole night seceretly looking at you. I wanted to be as close to you as possible. It was just a simple crush. Nothing big. What happened?

he's not the captain of the football team,
his guitar skills kinda suck, he's not the
hottest guy around, but he's exactly
what i want

You werent mr popular at your school. You werent such a hot football player. You wrestled. You werent the one the girls were after. You didnt dress in american eagle jeans and polos. You wore basketball shorts and t-shirts almost 24/7. You werent my type at all. What did you do to make me keep falling? Falling for the boy i wouldnt point at to my friends and say "that kids hott" the boy i wouldnt tell everyone i wanted. You were exactly what i seceretly wanted and no one but me knew that. My hometown crush, i kept to myself.

theres something about him that
drives me wild and ive known
it since the first time he looked
at me and smiled.

You sat next to me on that couch so many times. I would do anything i could, just to be able to touch you. Be next to you. Thats where i loved to be. You would always turn to me, and give me that half smile, that showed off your dimples. It melted me everytime. Everytime. I loved the way you casually looked at me, and would keep that eye-to-eye stare for a minute, smile and turn away. 6 months ago i told myself it was a rebound crush. Why was i still crushing? And everytime i talked to you. Everytime i looked into those blue eyes. I fell harder, and faster. This crush was starting to take its own detour through love. Who knew it would keep going and keep getting stronger. I wanted it to be over after a couple weeks, but that couple weeks turned into a couple months.

the sound of your voice
the feel of your touch
i can't let go
i love this too much

I loved seeing you. Every chance i got i would take, even when i heard the words "dont go over there" i couldnt help myself, but sneak over there and see you. Listen to you say hello to me, just once is all i had wanted. I wanted to feel your arms around me again. Like that night when we layed there for hours. I just wanted to you to touch me again, everytime you did i would get butterflies in my stomach, i would turn red and not want to leave.

i shouldn`t want you like this ;
yet i do, & i don`t know why.

After a year i dont understand it. This isnt me, this isnt what i do. I like guys like a chain smoker goes through ciggs. I move on after a couple days, a couple hours, a couple weeks at the most. What was i doing still liking you..it had been a year and still i couldnt think of anything, or anyone but you. What was i thinking? I wasnt thinking, i had no clue what i was doing. Was i falling in love with this kid? I liked you more then i should. People asked me why i liked you so much and i would just shrug my shoulders and say "i dont know" when really, i could have told them, you couldnt possibly understand all the reasons he means so much to me.

real eyes
r e a l i z e
real lies

Apparently i had those fake eyes. I never saw the lies even coming. I never thought there was a truth to find out. I didnt know i wouldnt be able to handle the truth. Once it came out, from not your mouth, but my own cousins i held in as much as possible. I cried over you for the 2nd time that night. While countinuing to make up excuses for your behavior, for the things i found out. "Oh well he was right" "oh its ok, he didnt tell me because he didnt want to hurt me" i stuck up for you everyday.

one thought of you is all
it takes to leave the rest
of the world behind

Once people start talking about you i tune them out. I stood up for you everyday. Everytime someone told me "your better then him" "your a higher class then him" "hes not worth your time" "hes an asshole and he lies" i stood up for you. "He isnt that bad" i told everyone. I didnt care what anyone thought about you, only what i thought and i thought the world of you. Still not knowing why and scared out of my mind i wouldnt be able to let you go, i kept falling. Little by little. Day by Day. You became apart of my life.

for once, instead of telling me the reasons why i shouldn't cry
maybe you should pay attention to all the reasons i am crying

No one ever got what it was like to like you so much. No one understood how i felt and that made things so hard. I would cry and they would ask "what are you crying for? hes not worth this, get over him and move on" no one stopped to ask what it was like. No one knew i had tried over and over again to stop liking you. No one understood that i didnt want you so much on purpose, i couldnt stop the way i felt about you as many times as i had tried and tried and failed and failed over and over again. I was so sick of crying, but it was the only thing that seemed to make me feel better, i would cry till i fell asleep and didnt have to deal with the real world and the people in it.

so it`s like : i want to tell you
but i don`t want you to know.

I wanted to tell you so many times how much i liked you. That the city boys could never take your place. I wanted to tell you how i felt, and how you made me felt. I wanted to tell you my favorite place in the world was anywhere next to you. That my favorite thing to do was sit and talk to you. I wanted to tell you i loved the feeling of your hands around my waist, and that your hugs ment everything to me. That i cared about you so much. I wanted to tell you that i always got worried and scared when i heard you were with another girl. Worried i wouldnt get my full chance. Worried someone else, who lived so much closer, would take away what i cared about, and wanted. But all at the same time, i didnt want you to know anything. I didnt want you to think you controlled my life. I didnt want you to know, you were become a huge part of it.

I'm so frustrated with him right now. He knows..he knows how much I like him, he knows I'd do anything just to keep him around. But I'm beginning to stand up for myself & learning just cause I want something, doesn't always mean I need it. I might get hurt in the process of drifting from him, but I'm saving myself from the hurt I will be feeling when he leaves me again for her. I'm becoming the person I always thought I could be

Iv told you a little about how i actually felt. You know i liked you alot. You dont know how much. You know I want to be the most important "girlfriend" in your life. You dont know how much. You just act like you dont care so much at times. Then other times you act like you really do care. You know i want you. You dont know that i think i need you. Iv been getting hurt for the past 2 years. For some reason, i feel everything i take is worth it for you. Atleast i use to. Lately, the more i think about it, the more i wonder if you are worth it. Are you? Even your friend and mine, told me you werent as much as i made you up to be. Am i finally starting to see what he ment? What did you do to me?

i'm so sick of being the girl who
you lead on whenever you feel alone
and the girl who falls for; your games,
even though you've played them a
million times before

Im so sick of playing these games with you. Im so sick of you only talking to me when other girls arnt around. Im so sick of crying. Im so sick of making myself sick worrying. Im sick of being unhappy. Im sick of trying to make myself seem happy all the time. Late at night it comes out tho. At some point in the day i put down my happy-go-lucky act and go back to thinking about you and what the hell im doing with you. I dont know how much longer i can hold on. I dont know how much longer i can keep playing along. Im going to give in or give up soon.

It's as though I asked so much.
But all I asked for was the truth.

All im asking for is the truth. I can handle the truth better then i can handle it later when i find out its a lie. I ask you over and over and over again, are you eventually going to prove to me i had a reason to keep asking. Or are you going to prove i had nothing to worry about, you were telling the truth this time. All i want is the truth. As painful as it might be at first. Ill make it through alive.

You're not sure that you love me
But you're not sure enough to let me go
Baby it ain't fair
You kno you just keep me hanging round
You say you don't wanna hurt me
Don't wanna see my tears
So why are yous till standing here
Just watching me drown

You dont know what you want. You dont know how to make up your mind. Lose me forever, or keep me hanging on. It isnt fair to me, to keep playing with my emotions like this. It isnt fair to keep me thinking something you know isnt true. Maybe im just being paranoid, or maybe im feeling it coming back, but eventually ill have to give up. Im going to collapse and not bother trying to pick myself up. Lucky for me, iv got my girls that will be there to pick me up. The ones that iv had rough times with, the ones iv had forever. The girls that i love more then life, and yes more then you. The ones that mean the world to me. Im lucky like that. They will always be there for me, to help me pick up the mess you left for me.

I love you
And I've loved you all along
And I miss you
Been far away for far too long
I keep dreaming you'll be with me
and you'll never go

But dreams come to an end and you wake up. Half of me wants you to make those dreams come true, and half of me wants to wake up and hope it was all a dream. All 2 years of it. I want to wake up from this, and it can either be a nightmare, or a sweet dream. Theres only so much i can do to make my dreams come true when it comes to you. The rest you have to do yourself, you have to make you your mind.

and i'm afraid.
i'm afraid that i might never talk to you again.
and i wont feel the same about anyone the way
i feel when i'm with you. i'm afraid that you'll
find someone else and feel different for some
other girl. and i'll just be an old school memory

Im so afraid you'll just drop out of my life. Part of me thinks it will be for the best for my future. Part of me thinks it will destroy me. I cant make up my mind. But everytime its come to you, i can never decide what i want. I dont want people to tell me what to do. I dont want people to tell you what to do. Iv been listening to my heart the whole time. Listen to yours, and tell me what it says. I need to know what it says for sure. I need to know exactly. Being afraid all the time, keeps taking all my energy out of me. Im exahusted after i deal with you. I dont know how much longer my body can run on such low energy. Would you please make up your mind.

[maybe] i'm over you
[maybe] i like someone else
[but maybe] i'm just a perfectly good liar

I wont be over you till you make me get over you. Ill always like you. Ill always love you. Ill always care about you. Ill always want you to be happy. Ill always be here for you. You just need to decide how much you really need me for all of that. Do you already have someone you know would give the world to see you happy. That thinks about how you are, or what your doing all the time. Someone who loves you, and wishs more then anything she could tell you, shes just afraid as to how you'll react. Do you already have a girl who cares for you more then she could put into words? You do. Its me.

He's just a boy who doesn't know what's in front of him,
and she's just a girl who never learned how to let go

granopedia

I'm an 18 year old who loves sex with older women. It started one day while i was working at the local supermarket and an old lady asked me to pass her somethng from a high shelf, she placed her hand on my back to steady me and it give me a massive hard-on(erect dick). I had to have her so i offered to carry her shopping to her car and got her number... the sex was wonderful but sadly she died shortly after of an age related illness(her heart was weak). Since then i do all i can to be with old ladies, i go to the bingo, hang around tea rooms and ive joined a nitting class, anywhere for a bit of granny fanny(the british fanny i mean being the cunt not your american fanny being the arse(or ass).

lovely

mb

Why cant i say this to him? Posting it here is as far as i can get it. It took me an hour to get it all out. I dont think i can show him tho.

Sometimes you meet someone,
and before you know their name,
before you know where they're from,
you know that sometime in the future,
this person is going to
mean something to you.

I thought it was just a rebound crush. There was going to be no more me and justin. I needed someone to like, someone to crush on. I saw you. Running around under the street lights and 1 in the morning. You were so cute, and i instintly liked everything about you. Those blue eyes. Those dimples everytime you smiled. The mismatch look you had going on with your red basketball shorts and orange shirt. Normally i would have wanted to give you fashion tips, but i just thought it was cute. I spent that whole night seceretly looking at you. I wanted to be as close to you as possible. It was just a simple crush. Nothing big. What happened?

he's not the captain of the football team,
his guitar skills kinda suck, he's not the
hottest guy around, but he's exactly
what i want

You werent mr popular at your school. You werent such a hot football player. You wrestled. You werent the one the girls were after. You didnt dress in american eagle jeans and polos. You wore basketball shorts and t-shirts almost 24/7. You werent my type at all. What did you do to make me keep falling? Falling for the boy i wouldnt point at to my friends and say "that kids hott" the boy i wouldnt tell everyone i wanted. You were exactly what i seceretly wanted and no one but me knew that. My hometown crush, i kept to myself.

theres something about him that
drives me wild and ive known
it since the first time he looked
at me and smiled.

You sat next to me on that couch so many times. I would do anything i could, just to be able to touch you. Be next to you. Thats where i loved to be. You would always turn to me, and give me that half smile, that showed off your dimples. It melted me everytime. Everytime. I loved the way you casually looked at me, and would keep that eye-to-eye stare for a minute, smile and turn away. 6 months ago i told myself it was a rebound crush. Why was i still crushing? And everytime i talked to you. Everytime i looked into those blue eyes. I fell harder, and faster. This crush was starting to take its own detour through love. Who knew it would keep going and keep getting stronger. I wanted it to be over after a couple weeks, but that couple weeks turned into a couple months.

the sound of your voice
the feel of your touch
i can't let go
i love this too much

I loved seeing you. Every chance i got i would take, even when i heard the words "dont go to wrights" i couldnt help myself, but sneak over there and see you. Listen to you say hello to me, just once is all i had wanted. I wanted to feel your arms around me again. Like that night when we layed there for hours. I just wanted to you to touch me again, everytime you did i would get butterflies in my stomach, i would turn red and not want to leave.

i shouldn`t want you like this ;
yet i do, & i don`t know why.

After a year i dont understand it. This isnt me, this isnt what i do. I like guys like a chain smoker goes through ciggs. I move on after a couple days, a couple hours, a couple weeks at the most. What was i doing still liking you..it had been a year and still i couldnt think of anything, or anyone but you. What was i thinking? I wasnt thinking, i had no clue what i was doing. Was i falling in love with this kid? I liked you more then i should. People asked me why i liked you so much and i would just shrug my shoulders and say "i dont know" when really, i could have told them, you couldnt possibly understand all the reasons he means so much to me.

real eyes
r e a l i z e
real lies

Apparently i had those fake eyes. I never saw the lies even coming. I never thought there was a truth to find out. I didnt know i wouldnt be able to handle the truth. Once it came out, from not your mouth, but my own cousins i held in as much as possible. I cried over you for the 2nd time that night. While countinuing to make up excuses for your behavior, for the things i found out. "Oh well he was right" "oh its ok, he didnt tell me because he didnt want to hurt me" i stuck up for you everyday.

one thought of you is all
it takes to leave the rest
of the world behind

Once people start talking about you i tune them out. I stood up for you everyday. Everytime someone told me "your better then him" "your a higher class then him" "hes not worth your time" "hes an asshole and he lies" i stood up for you. "He isnt that bad" i told everyone. I didnt care what anyone thought about you, only what i thought and i thought the world of you. Still not knowing why and scared out of my mind i wouldnt be able to let you go, i kept falling. Little by little. Day by Day. You became apart of my life.

for once, instead of telling me the reasons why i shouldn't cry
maybe you should pay attention to all the reasons i am crying

No one ever got what it was like to like you so much. No one understood how i felt and that made things so hard. I would cry and they would ask "what are you crying for? hes not worth this, get over him and move on" no one stopped to ask what it was like. No one knew i had tried over and over again to stop liking you. No one understood that i didnt want you so much on purpose, i couldnt stop the way i felt about you as many times as i had tried and tried and failed and failed over and over again. I was so sick of crying, but it was the only thing that seemed to make me feel better, i would cry till i fell asleep and didnt have to deal with the real world and the people in it.

so it`s like : i want to tell you
but i don`t want you to know.

I wanted to tell you so many times how much i liked you. That the city boys could never take your place. I wanted to tell you how i felt, and how you made me felt. I wanted to tell you my favorite place in the world was anywhere next to you. That my favorite thing to do was sit and talk to you. I wanted to tell you i loved the feeling of your hands around my waist, and that your hugs ment everything to me. That i cared about you so much. I wanted to tell you that i always got worried and scared when i heard you were with another girl. Worried i wouldnt get my full chance. Worried someone else, who lived so much closer, would take away what i cared about, and wanted. But all at the same time, i didnt want you to know anything. I didnt want you to think you controlled my life. I didnt want you to know, you were become a huge part of it.

I'm so frustrated with him right now. He knows..he knows how much I like him, he knows I'd do anything just to keep him around. But I'm beginning to stand up for myself & learning just cause I want something, doesn't always mean I need it. I might get hurt in the process of drifting from him, but I'm saving myself from the hurt I will be feeling when he leaves me again for her. I'm becoming the person I always thought I could be

Iv told you a little about how i actually felt. You know i liked you alot. You dont know how much. You know I want to be the most important "girlfriend" in your life. You dont know how much. You just act like you dont care so much at times. Then other times you act like you really do care. You know i want you. You dont know that i think i need you. Iv been getting hurt for the past 2 years. For some reason, i feel everything i take is worth it for you. Atleast i use to. Lately, the more i think about it, the more i wonder if you are worth it. Are you? Even your friend and mine, told me you werent as much as i made you up to be. Am i finally starting to see what he ment? What did you do to me?

i'm so sick of being the girl who
you lead on whenever you feel alone
and the girl who falls for; your games,
even though you've played them a
million times before

Im so sick of playing these games with you. Im so sick of you only talking to me when other girls arnt around. Im so sick of crying. Im so sick of making myself sick worrying. Im sick of being unhappy. Im sick of trying to make myself seem happy all the time. Late at night it comes out tho. At some point in the day i put down my happy-go-lucky act and go back to thinking about you and what the hell im doing with you. I dont know how much longer i can hold on. I dont know how much longer i can keep playing along. Im going to give in or give up soon.

It's as though I asked so much.
But all I asked for was the truth.

All im asking for is the truth. I can handle the truth better then i can handle it later when i find out its a lie. I ask you over and over and over again, are you eventually going to prove to me i had a reason to keep asking. Or are you going to prove i had nothing to worry about, you were telling the truth this time. All i want is the truth. As painful as it might be at first. Ill make it through alive.

You're not sure that you love me
But you're not sure enough to let me go
Baby it ain't fair
You kno you just keep me hanging round
You say you don't wanna hurt me
Don't wanna see my tears
So why are yous till standing here
Just watching me drown

You dont know what you want. You dont know how to make up your mind. Lose me forever, or keep me hanging on. It isnt fair to me, to keep playing with my emotions like this. It isnt fair to keep me thinking something you know isnt true. Maybe im just being paranoid, or maybe im feeling it coming back, but eventually ill have to give up. Im going to collapse and not bother trying to pick myself up. Lucky for me, iv got my girls that will be there to pick me up. The ones that iv had rough times with, the ones iv had forever. The girls that i love more then life, and yes more then you. The ones that mean the world to me. Im lucky like that. They will always be there for me, to help me pick up the mess you left for me.

I love you
And I've loved you all along
And I miss you
Been far away for far too long
I keep dreaming you'll be with me
and you'll never go

But dreams come to an end and you wake up. Half of me wants you to make those dreams come true, and half of me wants to wake up and hope it was all a dream. All 2 years of it. I want to wake up from this, and it can either be a nightmare, or a sweet dream. Theres only so much i can do to make my dreams come true when it comes to you. The rest you have to do yourself, you have to make you your mind.

and i'm afraid.
i'm afraid that i might never talk to you again.
and i wont feel the same about anyone the way
i feel when i'm with you. i'm afraid that you'll
find someone else and feel different for some
other girl. and i'll just be an old school memory

Im so afraid you'll just drop out of my life. Part of me thinks it will be for the best for my future. Part of me thinks it will destroy me. I cant make up my mind. But everytime its come to you, i can never decide what i want. I dont want people to tell me what to do. I dont want people to tell you what to do. Iv been listening to my heart the whole time. Listen to yours, and tell me what it says. I need to know what it says for sure. I need to know exactly. Being afraid all the time, keeps taking all my energy out of me. Im exahusted after i deal with you. I dont know how much longer my body can run on such low energy. Would you please make up your mind.

[maybe] i'm over you
[maybe] i like someone else
[but maybe] i'm just a perfectly good liar

I wont be over you till you make me get over you. Ill always like you. Ill always love you. Ill always care about you. Ill always want you to be happy. Ill always be here for you. You just need to decide how much you really need me for all of that. Do you already have someone you know would give the world to see you happy. That thinks about how you are, or what your doing all the time. Someone who loves you, and wishs more then anything she could tell you, shes just afraid as to how you'll react. Do you already have a girl who cares for you more then she could put into words? You do. Its me.

He's just a boy who doesn't know what's in front of him,
and she's just a girl who never learned how to let go

daio art

Why 'indy' is a...

Does the statement, "We've always done it like that" ring any bells? Read this to the end

The US standard railroad gauge (distance between the rails) is 4 feet, 8.5 inches. That's an exceedingly odd number. Why was that gauge used?

Because that's the way they built them in England , and English expatriates built the US Railroads.

Why did the English build them like that?

Because the first rail lines were built by the same people who built the pre-railroad tramways, and that's the gauge they used.

Why did "they" use that gauge then?

Because the people who built the tramways used the same jigs and tools that they used for building wagons, which used that wheel spacing.

Okay! Why did the wagons have that particular odd wheel spacing?

Well, if they tried to use any other spacing, the wagon wheels would break on some of the old, long distance roads in England , because that's the spacing of the wheel ruts.

So who built those old rutted roads?

Imperial Rome built the first long distance roads in Europe (and England ) for their legions. The roads have been used ever since.

And the ruts in the roads?

Roman war chariots formed the initial ruts, which everyone else had to match for fear of destroying their wagon wheels. Since the chariots were made for Imperial Rome, they were all alike in the matter of wheel spacing.

The United States standard railroad gauge of 4 feet, 8.5 inches is derived from the original specifications for an Imperial Roman war chariot. And bureaucracies live forever.

So the next time you are handed a specification and wonder what horse's ass came up with it, you may be exactly right, because the Imperial Roman army chariots were made just wide enough to accommodate the back ends of two war horses.

Now, the twist to the story.....




When you see a Space Shuttle sitting on its launch pad, there are two big booster rockets attached to the sides of the main fuel tank. These are solid
rocket boosters, or SRBs. The SRBs are made by Thiokol at their factory at Utah . The engineers who designed the SRBs would have preferred to make them a bit fatter, but the SRBs had to be shipped by train from the factory to the launch site.

The railroad line from the factory happens to run through a tunnel in the mountains.

The SRBs had to fit through that tunnel.

The tunnel is slightly wider than the railroad track, and the railroad track, as you now know, is about as wide as two horses' behinds.

So, a major Space Shuttle design feature of what is arguably the world's most advanced transportation system was determined over two thousand years ago by the width of a horse's ass.

And - You thought being a HORSE'S ASS wasn't important!

The moral of why i think this is a relevant story? Even though people who come to this site and have grown for some reason or other all of that progress (I think) is hindered/ blocked/ threatened by someone like indy or the 'post deleter' or the 'post meddler' so they are in essence the throw back or in other words HAs!

mb

Welsh art

by Daio
the celtic mountain man

Opinion

That Kodybear guy needs to get a fuckin life...im out son

One of my friends is complaining about how horrid it is that she moved here.
About how she doesn't belong here.

Even though she's seemingly found happiness here in the form of a boy and some good friends and me, it's not good.

And she should have stayed where she used to live, in bliss. Where everyone trusts each other and everyone is going to heaven, and everyone is from the same place.

She says that it's okay, that she's still very fond of those that are here, but it still bothers me.

which is it today

You know, I am still trying to figure out why I wake up one day thinking about pussy and the next day all I can think about is cock. I thought bisexual means you like both ALL the time? Is this totally fucked or has this happened to anybody else on this fucked-up planet? I'm confused

Out of the bag

mb

CHICKEN NOODLE SOOP!

Chicken noodle soup chicken noodle soup

nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga

Nigga Nigga

Wit soda on da side

Yeah nigga dats wats up

Nigga dont hate

Niggas on da loose

Sippin grey goose an petrome an sizzurp

My Cat Spongebob

This be my cat sponbgeob
She cute
I like to be wit her and she make me happy
When I sad she come up to me and i give her food
She my bset freind
I dont like dogs
i gOt her from da streets
My daddy gived her to me
She make me happy

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Hi D,
Thank you for this. It was too fast for me the first two times. I had to slow the playback down in order to compare what she said with the the translated captions.
As you have heard me say before about the people who blow themselves up by the methods used and mentioned... unless in a war of survival (like what was happening between Iran and Iraq during the 80's)... I certainly have no qualms about questioning the label of Muslim for them.
She mentions a quote by the prophet of Islam. It maybe that I am not educated enough or of the wrong sect (Shia't)... I never heard anything like that to ever have been attributed in my background or in my studies of Islam since.
It is a highly edited debate, so much that it has the feel of a rant to it without the otherside. You can even see/hear the edit merges in her topics.
I do not recognize the fellow against whom she was speaking, but I agree with her on most of what she is saying and a lot of what she is implying the exception being that we are more civilized on this side of the "pond".
I am in the process of gathering enough Quranic referrences to support what she is saying.
In the final analysis 'if you do not thump them over their stupid turbaned heads with a stick they recognize as a 'stick', they will turn a deaf ear to reasoned and rational thought.'

It's been one year, and the crickets have returned.

Do tha Step

Snap Ya Fangaz

Tha nigga revmalution be back, niggaz. An' dis herre be tha truth. Y'all niggaz ain't know nothin'. This herre be tha ways of our people. Y'all niggaz can take y'allz incoherence and shit up y'all white asses. I ain't give three shits. Hallelujah!