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  • 'He who gains victory over others is strong.
    He who gains victory over himself is all powerful. '

    - Lao Tsu

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    • Originally posted by treelizard
      When they DON'T have your money?

      I think he's saying that if she tries to hold out on him when he comes for his cut he'll have to pimp-slap a ho... you know, 'cuz it's hard out here on the pimp

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      • Awww, see and there I was thinking of Ben Folds Five. "Gimme my money back, and don't forget to give me back my black t-shirt!"

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        • "Good actions ennoble us, we are the sons of our own deeds." - Miguel de Cervantes

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          • "Obstacles are those frightful things you see when you take your eyes off your goal"--Henry Ford

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            • Gotta have you on my wall
              Gotta have you on my wall, 'cause

              I want your skull
              I need your skull
              I want your skull
              I need your skull
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              • "If you have a chance to accomplish something that will make things better for people coming behind you, and you don't do that, you are wasting your time on this earth." - Roberto Clemente

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                • “The ink of the scholar is more sacred than the blood of the martyr”
                  -Muhammed

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                  • " I eat Green Berets for breakfast."
                    -Arnold

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                    • we must talk in every telephone
                      get eaten off the web
                      must rip out all the epilogues
                      to the books that we have read
                      and in the face of every criminal strapped firmly to a chair
                      we must stare, we must stare, we must stare

                      we must take all of the medicines
                      too expensive now to sell
                      set fire to the preacher who is promising us hell
                      and in ear of every anarchist who sleeps but doesn't dream
                      we must sing, we must sing, we must sing

                      while my mother waters plants
                      my father loads his gun
                      he says death will give us back to god
                      just like the setting sun

                      a return to the lonesome ocean

                      *

                      we must blend into the choir
                      sing as static with the whole
                      we must memorize nine numbers
                      and deny we have a soul
                      and to this endless race for propery and privelege to be won
                      we must run we must run we must run

                      we must hang in the belfry where the bats and moonlight laugh
                      we must stare into a crystal ball and only see the past
                      and in the caverns of tommorow with only our flashlights and our love
                      we must plunge we must plunge we must plunge

                      and then we'll see it, we'll see it, we'll see it

                      oh my morning's running past
                      the whole world's waking up
                      all the city busses swimming past
                      I'm happy just because

                      I found out I am really no one.

                      -Bright Eyes, "Lonesome Ocean"


                      My best friend, a heroin addict, introduced me to this group...they say the lead singer is the Bob Dylan of our generation. I remember driving around wih my friend, depressed and depraved, watching him smoke his tar...we'd park in front of one of the many random, faceless houses and he'd light up the tinfoil with a dirty straw in his mouth.

                      The smoke would always smell like a mix between india ink and cat food...

                      I would look at him, and watch him retch, and cough...then go back to smoking another puff. After a while, it doesn't bother you, and you become familiar with the smell, and less paranoid with the situation, so long as he parks with the lights off.

                      I loved this kid, more of a brother most times to me than my own brother.
                      all of the things we experienced together marked turning points in our lives... as well as the people he introduced me to
                      the girl he met in a psychiatric insititute who helped me to realize faults in my personal life, and how to forgive and move on with my life.
                      one of my ex's...who was also an addict, whom I fell for only to have her run away to florida for several months without a word to me...
                      when she came back she wanted to see me, four more months later she was married
                      a week after, she came to my doorstep saying she wanted me back.

                      Things that you learn from these experiences can't be put into words. Holding your friends' arms and helping them shoot up when you know it's killing them, after you've tried to talk them out of it.

                      The guilt that wanes quickly, leading to a different kind of guilt when you see people overdose who you were with when they first started with heavy drugs....
                      Can turn you into a hypocondriach and an agoraphobic...
                      When you see those around you in constant pain and contention with life...
                      watching your lovers go crazy, then come back begging, then slip back into estrangement.


                      you cope with everything by chain smoking and listening to music...billowing gray clouds into the light of street lamps, and stars...
                      go in and out of stages trying to either ignore everything, or trying to subconsciouslly recognise that all of these trials have made you stronger or harder than the people you have to deal with everyday...
                      or, oddly enough, create memoirs and parables out of your experiences...
                      articulate enough and artful enough to convey the whole scene and make the reader feel...with the knowledge that people don't learn from others mistakes...so an intention of trying to create bonds with strangers...evoke emotion...

                      then go back to trying to create fantasy futures...knowing that once you concede to the 9 to 5, or don't believe you can travel, or have elaborate experiences of every desire you wish for...or right every wrong you see...
                      or slip into apathy and start, slowly, giving up the ghost...and your vitality, to maturity, or, rather, complacency...

                      I'm drunk...it's all I can do for now...

                      I hope nobody thinks ill of me, or less of me because of this...
                      I realise my mistakes...I'm still young, so I figure maybe I should make more now...while I have excuses left.

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                      • Originally posted by EmptyneSs
                        Gotta have you on my wall
                        Gotta have you on my wall, 'cause

                        I want your skull
                        I need your skull
                        I want your skull
                        I need your skull

                        I said it before in the JKD forums and I'll say it again, Danzig needs a hug!

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                        • Originally posted by GonzoStyles
                          I said it before in the JKD forums and I'll say it again, Danzig needs a hug!

                          http://media.putfile.com/danzig_fight
                          damn he got clocked. that sucks. getting clocked like that by a fat out of shape slob when you are muscular sucks ass.

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                          • **** danzig...that's why I listen to tool.



                            check out the hip throw with the arm, to taking the back, to the choke...all while singing. Never skipping a beat. And he's probably REALLY fucked up on Mushrooms and or LSD and nameless other hallucenogenic/psychedelic/psychotropic drugs.

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                            • Originally posted by Garland
                              **** danzig...that's why I listen to tool.

                              Enjoy the videos and music you love, upload original content, and share it all with friends, family, and the world on YouTube.


                              check out the hip throw with the arm, to taking the back, to the choke...all while singing. Never skipping a beat. And he's probably REALLY fucked up on Mushrooms and or LSD and nameless other hallucenogenic/psychedelic/psychotropic drugs.
                              aenima is one of the best albums ever made. so is lateralus. but the new album sounds way too much like lateralus in inmop, which was really disapointing to me.

                              Sober still gives me chills.

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                              • Cool, this thread still lives.


                                William

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