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Country: United States
State: California
Birthday: 11/28/1984
Gender: Male
Interests: i like to do stuff. ask me about it if you really wanna know
Expertise: being me.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Retail
Message: message me
Member Since:
1/14/2003
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Today is the shadow of tomorrow
Today is the present future of yesterday
Yesterday is the shadow of today
The darkness of the past is yesterday
And the light of the past is yesterday
The days of yesterday are all numbered in sum
In the world once
Because once upon a time there was a yesterday
Yesterday belongs to the dead
Because the dead belongs to the past
The past is yesterday
Today is the preview of tomorrow but for me
Only for my better and happier point of view
My point of view is the thought of a better or try
Reality is today of eternity
The eternity of yesterday is dead
Yesterday is as one
The eternity of one is the eternity of the past
The past is once upon a time
Once upon a time is past
The past is yesterday today
The past is yesterday today
While we're searchin for tomorrow
The light of the past is the light which was
The wisdom of the past is the light of the past
The light of the future is the light which is to be
The wisdom of the future is the light of the future see
Yesterday belongs to the dead
Tomorrow belongs to the living
The past is certified as a finished product
Anything which has ended is finished
That which is perfect is finished
The perfect man is no exception to the rule
The perfect man of the past is made according to the rule of the past
The rule of the past is a law of injustice and hypocrisy
The revelation of the meaning of the law is revealed through the law itself
The wisdom of the past is the light of the past
The light which is to be the wisdom of the future
The light of the future casts the shadows of tomorrow | | |
| Often my delerium is so strong that I can't dance to the music or walk the line between my drums and everyone elses. Attempting to shoot down the sun with a sling shot and bad aim got me missing the point and losing my religion hand to hand, shit. So I rock the cradle with menstrual speak, buck my eyes and show my teeth when the lights come on. And no matter what the deal I want my money upfront, preferably in small bills, cause fat knots draw honeys like horseflies to the dung pile by the fence. At first it was a game smoking weed and drinking to see who'd drop first but as the world knows, Crazy Crew usually ends up making playtime serious. Now a days skills don't pay big bills. Better to go get a gimmick and cook a top dollar video over the fire. Yeah, sample the left Vaudeville, y'all. Suckertime succotash for the consumer, A.K.A. niggas with no leaders to listen to, lovers with no one to make love to, dreamers with no place to sleep, countries with no choice but to rely on young Miss United States and her fast ass. Police women of the first, second and third worlds. See, we simply request our oil ahead of schedule. And we maybe just might drop some scuds on your ass too. We don't give a fuck as long as we've got the biggest gats on the planet. Take a so called civilized photo copy and scan it, cause we've been blowing other people's shit up since before it was a trend. And now it ain't, no such thing as nationalism, now niggas can ride on top of the bus if they damn well please. And brothers instead get Greek and snatch women's clothes off like frisky drunk ass DTs under summer sun. Belly flopping in the waters are more primitive ways, cause dirty sex on video pays these days, and niggas got a way of making slow money fast. Writing checks they ass can't cash like mystical pro black rhetoric, not paying the rent, and you know come 2000 internet hell gonna catch the chills of repent, so save as much as you can on driving hard cause you're gonna need this information down the road, bro. Standing freshly dipped and intricately spoken he approached, perched like a monster, and the world cried. | | |
| A while back a customer left an interesting note in our customer feedback box. I said I would post it sooner or later, and while cleaning out my desk, I found it. So here it is.
Warning:
Management / Whole Food Stores,
This is a third time I am being treated spitefully in this store by about four people. I'm followed around, made to stumble by a sweeping guy, stared at, and ordered to use tongs for sample. Are you doing it to make me feel unwelcomed? / Are you showing me who you are? Disturbing peace and joy of an innocent person is a serious form of stealing and killing. If it is not stopped, you should go to jail for it. Spying is dehumanizing and evil. You'll pay for it.
Elizabeth
10/29/04
On to other things. Time for a new me.
The most powerful agent of growth and transformation is something much more basic than any technique: a change of heart. | | |
| Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference. | | |
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