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found-dime

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angelina jolie/æon flux

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tv revenue/poor people/commercials/rethinking implementation of HDTV

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broccoli flowers

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lottery/poor people tax/never see people in [urban areas] win publishers clearing house

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sex_offender-glasses

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power vested in one person/change resultant not possible unless in dictatorship

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anti-societal vs. anti-social

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sarah palin/tina fey; sarah palin x obama

the original Art of Fighting.

Herpetitis:

this is a disease which you do not want.

this is a disease which you might assume certain prominent representatives of the "rock-and-roll"/"Heavy Metal" genre carry, by default: that if they don't have It, then they would otherwise be ostracized by their peers.

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*ahem*

~↕↕~

i suppose there has to be A Balance, huh?

i mean..
..it is very okay to feel Sexual Attraction for peoples not of your own ethnicity (or.. ..race.....)...
...but, in order to continue being able to experience such feelings, and enjoy such a variety of Flesh, then, perhaps, it would be in our best interests to ..... not mingle too freely.

(obviously, gays can keep on Fucking & Sucking whoever they like.

♥.)

what bothers me is, it appears to be a very fine, blurry line between "having a mere interest in {the} preserving {of what} Ethnic Purity {there is which is left}" and Xenophobism.


i'm not sure, exactly, what this world might look like, Today, if [procreation] had not inhibited by:

• the thoughts of "what might people think?"

• lack of Resources and Opportunity

• Oppression.

_\↕/_ _\↕/_

for the record, i want to remind you guys that white people are no more native to {what eventually became known as <the "United" States of>} America than the black people they eventually brought over with them, way back in 1620; so, the title "african-american" is not applicable to the black people who

• have roots in this country established from the beginning of The Black Betrayal/Enslavement, up to 1933

or

• have at least 4^th-degree grandparents established here.

(certainly, any accents or dialects or other overt-Continental African Features & Characteristics may not be present.)

the blacks who do not fall under that category may be deemed "african-american," since they were actual africans who have since made their home in [america], or are descendants thereöf; those, born of Them, here, after four- or five-degrees of nascentivity can probably lose that title, and become known as just a "regular black person".

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the same dogma might be applied to whites, of course: nothing is so special about them where they can't be deemed "european-american" if blacks, and all the others who, basically, have been here are compelled to get -american affixed to their ethnicity/country-of-origin.

...

(you see how complicated this can easily become.)

but you're able to understand what i'm getting at, yes?

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heh.

another meaningless thing: trying to solicit donations in neighbourhoods from people who obviously don't have monies to give.


this is an unnecessary, self-esteem_destroying burden: for both the person who's trying to procure the capital, and for the people who ... believe, somehow, they might, "one day," "be blessed to make it out of [the shit↕hole]" they're in if ... they just "sacrifice," but aren't really in a good position to do so.


why do they still compel Inner City Students to participate in fund↕raisers, for example? how many of these [mothers] on whose doors they knock barely have a dollar to give?
how safe is it for these children to even go traipsing around in their respective neighbourhoods in the first place?


fuck that shit: go send the grown↕ups to Where The Money Is: i know for a fact they will have more than enough to spare..
..unnecessary-Extravagance being {an extension of} one of the other Deadly Sins, if i remember It, correctly.

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it really is meaningless: if you have a house↕hold of 4, and y'all combined Annual Earnings don't total more than $43,772, then save your money for yourselves.

your Charitable Cause is ensuring you-all don't be going nights, needlessly hungry..
..ensuring you have clothes that aren't all fucking tattered, and what↕not:

it's also been said Charity, merely, starts at home.

yes?

(for, if you're going to work all hungry, and shit, then you won't have the energy to be as productive as is possible — and no boss will want to promote someone who appears to be a Slack Ass.

{no matter the extenuating circumstances which, by the very nature of this society, are almost always Out Of Your Hands.}

so... ...you won't be able to begin earning enough money so that you might, eventually, start bestowing it to.. ..the Less Fortunate.)

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unfortunately, i'm only in a position to raise more questions, and point out [what i perceive are Problems], than provide actual answers:

many of you would like to protest otherwise, but, yeah, it's true: inequality is innate, with humans.

and it all starts with the abilities, propensities, and affinities we naturally evince^(♫), without any especial coaxing.

(you can't make us sprout wings and take flight, can you?

and no matter how hard you try, that ain't never happenin'; however, it might be much harder to determine who can be the next top Space Engineer, or the next pioneer of Nutritional Science.)

(many of you would also like denying this, but, yeah: it seems almost natural that we place value on humans based on the potential use {and realized output} they might have for us — in other words, most of us are innately Utilitarianistic by nature.

there is nothing wrong with that: we need each other.

period.)

prestige will be awarded to the individuals who are able to stake the most impact on others, short- and long-term, consistently — after that, will be the individuals who toil in the background, to ensure that the major players are able to do their thing, without hiccup; i suppose, then, they have a sort of symbiotic relationship going, huh?


only, for some reason, these Players seem to consistently forget the other people who, by necessity, butters their bread...
...which is why the whole Capitalist System is fatally-flawed: the basic tenets of communism might well be what's right for Humanity...
...except, of course, for one problem: Humans.

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people, too egotistical to acknowledge when they, or other Persons of Interest, have their own Mental Malfunctions and Psychoses...


...people, not able, always, to auto-diagnose as such:

i probably should have been adorned with prescription glasses from the start; but i did not acquire a pair until half-way into my fresh↕man-fucking-year of high school.

how much of an impact had that circumstance had on my development?

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there's really too much garbage in this world.

as in actual junk: i think of Bangledesh, certain areas of Mexico, and all other standard-Third World Nations, principally^(♫).

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i hadn't been in support of tax-funded expeditions into Space, before..
..but, now, for this, i certainly wouldn't mind shelling out a coupla hundred dollars a year, to discover a viable place to dump all that shit.


unused planet?
star?
constellation?
black hole?


ship it somewhere: we certainly can't incinerate all our debris, indefinitely; Mother Nature had, long ago, already told us what she thinks about that idea.

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(♫) (a 6.85-hit Slaughtering Rhyme-combo: +109,888 Kudos-bonus points; +6 Style Points)
(♫) ("Third World Nation".

what a lovely euphemism for "fucked-up rinky-dink country," right?)

the Fighters' History. (3 of ?)

(my poor eyes.

they should not seem as world-weary as they do already — i am only 26, damn it.)

ninpou: ***shinen na tamashii gyoushi kougeki.***

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i hadn't ever seen the sky that colour before; but, late in the evening, yesterday, up until the rather ominous-looking clouds had finally fulfilled its' own prophecy, i was treated to the sight of a Carnation-Violet Sky™.

...

i was certain that the storm would have been all-the-more tumultuous, consequently..
..but my expectation was disproved; i do not suppose it would have been an especially-pleasurable experience, waiting for The Bus while being subjected to such inclemency, huh...

(there can be no "fun" found in this, even with Umbrella equipped.)

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incidentally: today marks the first day since .. some↕time, late last year^(♫) that, finally, i had been able to travel through the standard route while on-board the 36 bus-line — i guess because of some Sewer Reconstruction, that bus had to stake a Diversion for many months.

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dure my return back home, in the previous week's Wednesday Morning: "that guy" who (, at least from my own perspective anyway, )had not rode on said bus-line, through most of the summer, made his unexpected return {to my world}; which is cool, but... ...might this older, blue-collar, butterscotch-fellow—who possibly may live only a few blocks from me—be shy?


Configuration 1 (spatiality can be reversed):

↕ x ↕ o ↕ o ↕ o ↕ o ↕

(where x represents the seat I am in)


he ... didn't sit in the back, with me^(♫); for if, otherwise, he doesn't pay me any mind:

New Configuration:

↕ x ↕ o ↕ o ↕ o ↕ x ↕
              

or, if he really felt bold and/or cavalier about my existence:


New Configuration (v.2)

↕ x ↕ o ↕ x ↕ o ↕ o ↕

.


hmmm...

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that damn Robin Thicke..


he...


...he did it again fooling me, with his latest "single," into thinking he was a Smooth Black Guy singing.


heh.


i suppose mr. timber↕lake (and Eminem, and Vanilla Ice), before him, had lain the path for this...


...i ain't knockin' that mane's hustle: if he has an affinity for Urban Beatz®, then, so-be-it.

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"for all that i have ever writ, i am still not quite articulate."

(a 2-part Original Brick↕Layer's Rhyming-combo: +23 Kudos-bonus points; +3 Style Points.)

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i had felt what i think was a stronger-than-normal Sexual-type Attraction for Mario Lopez since i had first lain eyes on him in Saved By The Bell; strangely-enough, he never appeared in any of my dreams, that i am aware of, in spite of this distinction.

not that It might matter, anymore, anyway: for, i don't believe, i like him in that way, now: i suppose he has become "too pretty" for my tastes, if i am able to give at least some credence to the pictures of him i've been seeing in magazines, lately.


(too much make-up?

perhaps.

i can certainly testify he'll probably benefit from growing some facial hair!)

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hm.

what would you do?

i've been doing so much talking at you guys — ´not giving yenz a chance to get even one word in, Edge↕Wise.

:-(.

(this must be rather distressing for you.)

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more people need to come to terms with their Anus.


they need to, for starters, accept that they have one; afterwards, they need to deal with the reality that, yes, this "Anus" usually does finds itself quite in need of constant cleansing.


but there are too many people who are afraid of Ramifications — what the signifigance be, if they happen to derive pleasure from poking around, down there.

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me, personally, i don't give an especial-fuck about cleaning my anus; similarly, my anus could not care any less about me.


i scrub outside it; i scrub inside my sphinctoral ring, and also go a bit past that region to where fæxial remnants might try hiding; then i shampoo the sum↕bitch — especially-more-so since i was not blessed with having a smooth arse: for whatever reason, bluntly, The Smell won't go away with just one run-through.


it's a pain, but ... i do, truly, believe That's better than the alternative.

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at any rate, it's no big deal for me; out of all the years i've been performing such Personal Maintenance, i might consequently have been incited into masturbating my penis twice, if even that many times: at the moment, i simply do not have an obvious nor a foreseeable psychological-need for stimulating my poop↕chute; if i ever had pressed against my prostate (and i'm pretty sure i have) during the process, nothing came of it.

<shrug>

(i could be lying, slightly, about the trappings of my Anus Relationship.)


apparently i have either a low libido or a Libido which functions in a non-traditional manner.

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there is no such thing as Coöperative Anarchy — i.e., a collection of people working together to establish this state-of-being; anarchy, by its very definition, is That which must be individualistic — self-serving.

(perhaps, at most, a pursuer of This might have just one other person helping to get It realized.)

real anarchists are people you never hear anything from — ´just to let you know.

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at this point, i cannot say i feel especially sorry for all those people who were compelled to evacuate the areas which are in the Current Hurricane's Path.

time-and-again, Mother Nature fucks with that part of the south; insurance companies long ago gave up, there.


maybe you really should consider staying the fuck away: there's Tenacity — and there's Stupidity, see.

(and egotistical-Stupidity, at that.)

some.. ..places just were not meant to be inhabited, y'know?

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(♫) (the latter of Autumn, was it?)

(♫) most of you won't realize this [consciously] but, yeah, the context of that statement would be significantly, quite, different if i hadn't included the Pausing Comma where i had.

the Fighters' History. (2 of ?)

<shrug>

Tiger / Bird / Dragon / Snake Ox / Horse / Dog / Boar Rabbit / Tiger / Monkey / Rat

ninpou: ***shi no tousho no bun hanketsu***

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nights like Tonight make me sad: it's tough being lonely.

i only want to be with a [guy] with whom i can just walk around [the city], right by [his] side, ([his] affection for me overwhelmingly-evident yet at the same time profoundly-calming), and enjoy this nice cool air, and enjoy the sight of all the lights which illuminate the sky. . .


this makes me feel good.)


then after we finish taking that mystic wonder in, (tired in a good way), we go back [home], lie on a couch together, embracing, and merely watching television...

...the warmth, and sensual pleasure of our bodies having been against the other..

..eventually inciting us to partake of an even-more intimate experience...

(the person i'm doing this with doesn't even have to be [{a} boy]friend — [he] can just be a regular friend who i have such chemistry with.)

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but i don't [{believe} i] have anyone in my life like that.


(the one person who was closest to helping me realize this ideal ..... well, a few weeks ago, it seems he decided he should merely drop himself from out of my life without warning {instead of dealing with all the things i told him in my last <correspondence>}.


maybe this will be for the best.


for, even if he decides to "come back to me": if he tries to return, acting as if nothing had happened {especially if the first thing he does is proposition me}, then i will certainly have some other Choice Words for him to digest: i might be lonely, but i'm not desperate.

if he doesn't like that, either, then he may feel free to take his business elsewhere, for the rest of our lives; and he can keep me in mind, as he encounters real difficulties and "irrational behaviours" presented by the other people he will attempt forging relationships with.

{there's a reason his last couple of stabs at monogamy hadn't panned out, y'know.})

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nights like These make me sad, now: it doesn't matter how much tough talk i employ Here, and elsewhere: i still have mother↕fucking feelings, god↕damn↕it.


hmph.


as if i will actually let these monsters trample over my already profoundly-vulnerable Heart..

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it wasn't until 10-years ago that i learned some people did not appreciate the existence (and implementation) of Affirmative Action: proclaiming that it lead to Ironic Discrimination, amongst other gripes.

reading through my sociology book (acquired back when i was at the Antioch College, in ohio) this morning on the bus on my way home, a thought struck me:

Affirmative Action was not designed to arbitrarily give jobs to less-qualified Candidates of Colour [for mere fulfillments of Quotas]; rather, it was crafted to ensure Jobs aren't arbitrarily given to only white candidates, irregarding their level of suitability.

i suspect that, maybe, more-than-a-few-of these white hiring managers did "this" intentionally: misapplying Affirmative Action, during its infancy, so that other whites (who weren't in the know) might eventually have something to complain about later — if no qualified Candidate of Colour has applied for a given position then, simply, do not take on any of the others who had inquired ── this Pity Hiring will only serve to drag your company down, in the long run ─── especially if the sum↕bitch does not show a willingness for, or evinces a capability of, Improvement.

...

however, this is not what happened; for fear of the consequences that would come from not fulfilling that Quota, crappier-personnel were added to Company Ranks — i've witnessed this phenomenon with my own eyes.



you see?

this was a misapplication of that otherwise honourable-concept.

and i cannot condone it.



obviously Prejudice and Discrimination are quite-Alive_and_Well; with all these technological "improvements," the sustaining and proliferation of That has only gotten easier:

you fools.

for believing that the mere signing of some “Civil Rights Act” equated the instant and permanent eradication of these tainted thoughts and feelings from [peoples'] Minds and Hearts.



</digress>



we still need Affirmative Action; we do not need this Aide abused and tarnished.

...

but it cannot be lain all on Businesses to find suitable-non_whites to fill vacancies; even if they go out of their way by recruiting in places where non-whites are in the majority..
..i still insist that it is never appropriate to just snatch up any old Token for Appearances' Sake.

(don't give whites a reason to continue proclaiming, oh look at that Monkey trying to operate a computer why´on't they just send her back to [the jungle] where she belongs?!.

for whatever reasons, these racist, pussy↕suckin' bastards merely find it easier to turn a blind eye to all the technical abilities and accomplishments of other peoples of colour.)

if only 34 out of 10,000 of the "others" have the skills needed, then whose responsibility is it to ensure that That Figure is ameliorated?

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so, in my area, most gas prices seem to be below $3.50/gallon.

...

big fuckin' whoop.

for starters, that's still too much, for us in the United States; secondly, i believe it is only a matter of time before a surge (and a sharp one, at that) resumes.


so, i'm not going to celebrate shit.

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ego.

an extension of the deadly sin, Pride.

i hadn't realized, until recently, just how much damage this does us.

just think about it.

Dreams.

before i went to bed last night, i demanded my subconscience to stop making [sexually-oriented] dreams about a specific person who was in my life from way back in my child↕hood.

i long-ago tired of encountering him there in such a way, so many times a month, for all these years.

(i am telling my subconscience now to employ his image in a more constructive manner, in our future.)

for many reasons, i was never intimate with that guy.

(for many other reasons, i will not ever be intimate with him.)

(it might be one of my subconscience's greatest regrets, that such is the case.

i did have A Bond with this person, after all.

but it's just going to have to get over that.)

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cloyingly, my subconscience only rarely allowed me, (or whosever perspective it was i had been assuming), [to enjoy] the briefest of moments of actual contact with him.

when it wasn't "regalying" me as such, my S.C. was:

• letting the other "interested party" (who, in real life, ostensibly had more rights to him than I, anyway) either intercede or interrupt before i could enjoy his naked form

or, otherwise,

• always lining it up so that The Good Part would, almost without fail, coïncide with my ever-vigilant Conscious's determining that it absolutely had to wake me up because of my body's wanting to execute a specific Biological Function.

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you might be able to guess at some of the reasons i had desired all of this teasing stop.

i honestly have no use for that.

...

:-).

thus far, my range of Dream Subjects has been pretty limited.

not-withstanding-that, there are some things i wish for my Inner Recess to leave alone.

nothing can come of its semi-perpetual_prodding at that sore spot, besides leaving me with more frustration and anger.

disappointment.

unrequited [----].

(i would have presumed i was above letting the content of my brain's Slumber Movies be influenced by the status of my bladder, at the very least.)

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<shrug>

my sub-conscience had prepared a few "select" rebuttals for my own consideration, too, yesterday morning (i started this entry late sunday night and it is now monday morning, by-the-way).

i had three seperate dreams.

(maybe four.)

if memory serves, all dreams had a dog as a recurring main star.

the most memorable was the portion of one of these vignettes where this particular dog (owned by another guy who i "know") had actually chomped down on my testicles (i think, because, i had been fucking with it), thereby forcing My Conscious to do its own intervening.

that sequence was realistic enough for my conscience to actually believe the injury was inflicted.

when i performed a standard Mind/Eye Scan of the affected area, i hadn't noted remnants or traces of anything that might have happened there which should have influenced my dream in such a way.

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as we can see, my S.C. has jokes of its own.

but that's cool.

i believe i might be able to bend it to my will, some more.

those dreams where i levitate or fly (using chi) are always nice.

especially when i combine those powers with some of my fancy foote↕worke.