The bird of Hermes is my name eating my wings to make me tame.
the futures uncertain and the end it always near
Kill all my demons, and my angels might die too.
Do onto others as they would have them do onto you!
The water we drink, the food we eat and the air we breath are not items that should ever be hung over the heads of humans as items in which we are forced to work as slaves in order to acquire by the few who have turned them into tools to invoke slavery. Times are tough but they will become tougher as we continue down this deadly cold spiral into oblivion. Have you had enough? If your answer is anything but yes then you are already doomed to a life of dependency. A dependency which can only end in sorrow, suffering and the inevitability of death. Do you want to die in misery or do you want to die on your feet fighting for everlasting freedom? We all must unite and look beyond the next Horizon for that grandest gift we are entitled to as Human Beings. Fight now and then you will Exist Free...
There is an idea of a Brian Cote some kind of abstraction. But there is no real me, only an entity, something illusory. And though I can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable... I simply am not there.
Anything Can Be a Drug
All it takes is that it alters you, right?
Does it�s effect need to be a good or bad one.
Because there are many things that do both.
Information is not a drug.
I was just reading the U.S. constitution and (ya I know.. nerd! w/e) I came across the 12th Amendment. I didn`t read it cuz I`m not trying to interpret this bullshit but Lol at whoever wrote this bonanza.
The Electors shall meet in their respective states, and vote by ballot for President and Vice-President, one of whom, at least, shall not be an inhabitant of the same state with themselves; they shall name in their ballots the person voted for as President, and in distinct ballots the person voted for as Vice-President, and they shall make distinct lists of all persons voted for as President, and of all persons voted for as Vice-President and of the number of votes for each, which lists they shall sign and certify, and transmit sealed to the seat of the government of the United States, directed to the President of the Senate; The President of the Senate shall, in the presence of the Senate and House of Representatives, open all the certificates and the votes shall then be counted; The person having the greatest Number of votes for President, shall be the President, if such number be a majority of the whole number of Electors appointed; and if no person have such majority, then from the persons having the highest numbers not exceeding three on the list of those voted for as President, the House of Representatives shall choose immediately, by ballot, the President.
Talk about a run on sentence.
Its always a shame when a place that should be an inspiration to the exchange of new and varying views, opinions and the enlightenment of different perspectives, is denigrated to reflect real life society; where intimidation and fear are used to stifle and constrain people from the free expression of thought and individuality that the tyrannous, the oppressors and the mindless drones of this world, so deeply fear.
So you want to live like Bodhi.
There are a couple of things you should remember before attempting to become a bank robbing surf god.
First: Odd's are you are no where near as cool as Bodhi and that's a major hill to climb. Here's my advice on that subject. Start smoking, everyone's a little bit cooler if they smoke. Then start drinking. A man will always be judged on how much alcohol he can consume and a woman will always be impressed, whether she likes it or not. You might also want to pick up a copy of Road House.
Second: Change your appearance. Actually you might want to start working on this immediately, as it's probably the most difficult. Grow your hair out, then use "sun in" everyday for 3 weeks. Repeat for goatee. Then go shopping. Hit up the local surf store. There your find all the ponchos and skids you will need. If there's no surf store, find a good will or second-hand shop.
Third: Meet new friends. By now you're strung out and paranoid from being alone all the time. You're going to need people to follow and worship you. Try making pamphlets explaining your cause. If pamphlets don't work, actually try talking to people. Instead of asking for change this time, try discussing sports or politics. And I know what you're thinking, finding friends is hard. Can't find them, buy them.
Finally: Funding. So you think you're ready to surf the big waves. The next step is to find money. Banks have plenty of money. Try asking nicely if they could give you some donations. If that doesn't work, try getting a job. If that doesn't work. Try robbing the bank you first went too. If that doesn't work. Start lifting weights. In jail you're going to need be able to defend yourself. Repeat step 1, watch Road House. Patrick Swayze kills like 7 people in that movie.
You're on your way. Remember your roots. You're freaking Patrick Swayze. He once survived a plane crash. He was flying the plane.
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Drunken Kung Fu is one of the most unusual and engaging styles of Chinese martial arts. Swaying and staggerring motions imitate the drunkard in a similar way that other styles imtate the movements of animals. The characteristic movements of drunken kung fu are used to generate power from the movement of the hips and the core abdominal strength, which is channelled into strikes. The style is also based upon deception, both in causing the opponent to underestimate you, and in striking when your opponent least expects it, and in an unpredictable manner.
We stand armed and dangerous before the bloody fields of history;
Devoid of dogma � but ready to carve, to defy the transient:
Ready to stab forth with our penetrative will,
Strain every leash, run yelling down the mountainside of Man:
Ready and willing to immolate world upon world
With our stunning blaze.
And let them all sing that WE were here, as Masters
Among the failing speciens called Man.
Our being took form in defiance
To stand before your killing gaze.
And now we travel from flame to flame
And tower from the will to the glory!
AGIOS O BAPHOMET! AGIOS O BAPHOMET!