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Your Birthdate: February 18 You are a cohesive force - able to bring many people together for a common cause. You tend to excel in work situations, but you also facilitate a lot of social gatherings too. Beyond being a good leader, you are good at inspiring others. You also keep your powerful emotions in check - you know when to emote and when to repress.
Your strength: Emotional maturity beyond your years
Your weakness: Wearing yourself down with too many responsibilities
Your power color: Crimson red
Your power symbol: Snowflake
Your power month: September
UrbanPope · Thu Dec 21, 2006 @ 08:05pm · 1 Comments |
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******** ******** ******** ******** ******** ******** ******** ******** ******** ******** ******** ******** ******** ******** ******** ******** ******** ******** your preconcepts Delve to the back of your concious Through your consent you think I live my life But ******** you ******** you ******** you ******** you ******** you ******** your ideas I don't care if you like me It's my life I'm after I'll go to any end to live it the way I want you can't stop me so get out of my way don't even try it's really all I have to say it's all I really can say It's just....
******** you ******** you ******** you ******** you ******** you ******** you ******** you ******** your thoughts I just don't give a s**t I hope this offends you
constantly on the offence can't stop, it's already too late You're on the prowl, trying to catch me off guard Clap on the chains and slam me in a cage Try to break me Try to make me Into what you want me to be just like you But I'm not like you I am not you I can't believe you even think you'll succeed Or that you're doing what's right In the end it's you who'll lose Because it's you I fight in my mind you are the enemy and what you cultivate is animosity your fears and reservations are the things that aggravate me
I just don't give a ******** what you like It doesn't matter what you dislike You inprison me and try to rule me try to tell me what to do ******** you! you are the tyrant ******** you! Revolution's coming and it's coming hard soon I won't have to tell you off in my head I'll tell you off out loud no longer a mental offense it's a verbal defense ******** you! ******** you ******** you ******** you ******** you ******** you ******** you ******** you ******** you ******** you ******** you ******** you ******** you ******** you ******** you ******** you ******** you ******** you!
UrbanPope · Sat Dec 09, 2006 @ 01:08am · 0 Comments |
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You want to talk loneliness to me But your idea of love is what they show on T.V. So you feel empty if there's no one in your arms 24/7 is what you ask for Want your love to appear, Transform! Turnin from a lamp into a lifeform, Prince Charming! He's not all that he's cracked up to be Life inside that box, man it aint for me Disgust mein eyes with those ads they want you to digest While you take them in my rants digress Cause what I was trying to tell you Was to back off everytime you think you've hit rock bottom You think you live there because "no one gets me" While listening to Mass-produced emo and watching "Music" TV
I'm sick Sick of this fake a** society Sick of you people complaining about being lonely Sick of no one understanding what it means to grow up alone In a drugged society, I am free In an addicted society, I am free In a sex society, I am free But that makes me different from thee In-divi-duality, by your own hand you accept insanity For I am sane, no unnatural chemicals in my brain.
I NEED NOT HAPPINESS ALL THE TIME! BECAUSE THROUGH PAIN I KNOW I'M ALIVE! So while you slowly kill yourself and ignore this existence I'ma deal and live through my experience
UrbanPope · Mon Oct 23, 2006 @ 05:47am · 1 Comments |
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Welcome
America, Land of the Free But not for you and not for me Because minorities, queers and women need not apply This freedom's old school Back when lakes were pools Blacks were slaves and fags got hung A new name doesn't change the essence s**t's s**t, even if you call it dung So the wage gap exists And queers get dissed While minorities are arrested for crimes our system put them into and it makes me pissed, seeing so many rich Driving large trucks and vans With just one person inside, couldn't even think to ditch The expenses and the waste Drive a car and save more space It's ridiculous, a straight up disgrace
Welcome to America, may I take your order? Send us your poor, your hungry, your disenfranchised Because this is the land of the free Minorities, queers, and women need not apply Their freedom comes with a fee If at all
All these freedoms we have, selling ourselves out the window Driving down foreign owned highways, ordering fast food with outsourced speakers Support Maoism, buy from Wal-mart Sell your community, so you can buy Mountain Dew for under a dollar Sell your Soul, so you can live an unfulfilling existence Fade into nothing when you die I'm sick of seeing your face every time you lie
Welcome to America, you may take my order. Let us take your poor, hungry, and disenfranchised Christ keeps this land free Except for queers, women, and minorities He keeps their fate at a price And the odds are against them, cause the bettings high God plays at dice
UrbanPope · Mon Oct 23, 2006 @ 05:46am · 0 Comments |
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I lie awake for a few moments longer, contemplating what I do What had I done? The only form of rebellion open to me? An attempt, failed, to set my soul free. I must look beyond the act, to see me Me, my soul, I Blind, blinded, tied up and black bagged Thrown in a dark cellar, a rebel, a Leader, disappeared Silenced so society can take what it wants My mind, my life, my drive, my force... My action, an unknown rebellion, a stress fracture from here after A corruption, to say, I'm not what you make me, I'm what I be Which is messed up you see That action, it kinda corrupted me Looking at pornography.
UrbanPope · Mon Oct 23, 2006 @ 05:43am · 0 Comments |
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What do most strive for today? Is it something more tangible, a cause to fight for? Or is it simply existing is what they wish? Do we as a people shy away from conflict today, and is that the correct way to go? Or is it better to seek change, seek new things, and seek conflict. Does conflict force us to grow? Does it create who we shall become? Or does it leave us more closed off than before? Should I as a person seek change and conflict? More specifically, should I seek change by or through conflict, or should I seek change by or through peace-ful means?
But at some point there must be conflict, why else would we have police. There are people in the world that go for conflict, they don't seek the route that results in little to no physical contact. So someone must take the role of warrior, yet again why we have the police. We rid ourselves of that role by giving it to the police, to the army, the navy, the air force. We live a privileged life that allows us to do that. 9/11 and Pearl Harbor shook us so hard because we were not used to being hit on our own soil. They're the only time in which we have had to face a war (in the last 100 years) that affected us so close to home. It scared us, then enraged us. The feeling of conflict was a shock to us.
So what does that mean for me? What role do I take? The warrior, sacrificing himself in mind and in body for the greater good. Allowing normal citizens to live their lives sans great conflict.
Or do I take the role of the intellect? Formulating differing ideas from what is considered the norm, protesting for the rights of those who are less fortunate. Yet I don't face conflict, in the face of a fight I decide to take the beating, even if it means my own death. Become a martyr to incite others to take up the fight, mentally and physically.
Or is there a third choice? Is it possible to protest for the rights of those less fortunate, and yet be a warrior, taking up the metaphorical, and literal, sword to fight for what's right. To challenge, face, and subdue, defeat, or be defeated by those that don't seek a peaceful disagreement or conflict. Those that wish to do harm and have no remorse for it. Those that wish for no other recourse, there is always a fight with them, even when you request, ask, plead, beg, fight, break them to rid themselves of un-provoked violent acts towards others. Against all forms of request, no matter what you do, they choose violence and hatred. Do I then take up the physical fight to subdue them and to save others?
If so, I must temper myself, I must temper my anger. To fly off the handle is to lose a possible chance of convincing someone that violence isn't the answer, it's just a tempting alternative.
Yet I must get out into my community. I am going mad here in my basement, in my private school, in my subdued mind. I must seek out conflict not in the hope of finding it, but in the hope of finding people along the way. No, I mustn't seek out conflict, for conflict shall find me unless I work to hide from conflict. I must seek out people not in the hope of finding conflict, but in the knowledge that it shall follow people wherever they go. I must be ready when conflict arrives so I may best handle it, and to recover from it the personalities which it hides.
For this end, I should be ready mentally and physically. Daily excercise and a self-defense course will prepare me physically. Tempering my mindset and my mental aptitude and my quickness of thought shall prepare me mentally.
This applies for hip-hop, GLBT issues, school, work, life.
A mental fight is just as good as a physical fight. Conflict gives meaning because it is tangible. Yet the conflict of helping others overcome parts of their life is as good as the conflict of confronting others prejudices, it simply recieves less praise.
Yet praise is useless, I must do things for myself, and help others because it is the right thing to do. If I do something because I expect to receive a pat on the back is the wrong reason to do it. I must remember this always, it shall aid me greatly in my life.
I think that's it, yet I shall probably return to read or add to this. Be strong in all you do and remain on the path of help and justice.
-Just because it's legal or illegal, that does not mean it is ok or not ok. My justice is my justice because it's mine, and all in life is up the point of view of the observer. You can't define right or wrong, because right or wrong is subjective. The best you get is a guess and a piece of hope that you're following the correct choice.
UrbanPope · Thu Jun 15, 2006 @ 01:45am · 0 Comments |
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UrbanPope · Mon May 22, 2006 @ 02:42am · 0 Comments |
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Claire's compy specs
Celeron CPU 2.53GHz 248 MB RAM - (I'm not quite sure how this is possible. Her graphics card could take 252/8 MB from a total 500/256 MB of RAM. That's about it really. Though I do not believe that a graphics card could/would run from 8 MB of RAM, or that it would share/take 8 MB of RAM from the main system. Otherwise it could be a PSU that does not supply enough power to achieve the total RAM possible.)
40 GB Hard Drive space. Partioned 34.1 GB/4.07 GB.
She has no video card, which is ridiculous. So I should look into that also.
I believe that is all that I need to consider, but I'll update as needed.
UrbanPope · Sat May 20, 2006 @ 12:58am · 0 Comments |
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