GREETINGS
TO ALL MY COOL/RAW/SUPER/HAPPENING/FLY/FRESH/MELLOW CATS
I GOT BORED
AND BOREDOM BITES
SO I DECIDED TO MAKE A SITE
MAN THATS PRETTY NERDY
I GUESS I'M A NERD AT HEART
AIN'T NO SHAME IN THE GAME
YEAH WHATEVER I JUST SAID
oh and one more thing, dont just read my comments, do take time to look at everything. i have a lot more, but i just got annoyed with putting in the images and commenting. maybe at a later date, i'll add more, but for now this should be sufficient.
Check out Apathy's page, it's got some cool art, so does dangerdoom's, I'll leave links at the end
So I've always wanted to get away... alone... on a beach... dont ask me what I'd bring b/c 1 ur annoying 2 i've never thought about it 3 its a getaway, fairyland, dream world type place not a premeditated tourist island 4 i'm showin u the picture, not to add lightening to my calm drizzle, but to give u a drizzle of ur own...
Israel: "Hey WORLD we're gonna go do whatever the fuck we want and your gonna shut the fuck up"
World:" "
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Authentic Quotes
I wanna be there right now... i forgot where it was but who cares. that makes it cooler... why label? scratch that. i just looked at the pic name it's in south goa, go figure
I noticed that land next to water is relaxing i also noticed that if ur in a place where u don't feel like the water meets the land other than where u are, its freaky... not like the lake and downtown, or being in a plane over the ocean, but theres certain places along the lake or whatever where u, or i do at least, feel it... INSANITY
look its water and land
look its beach, yummm
look...can u guess what this is?... do u wanna doggy snack for that?
God doesn't color outside the lines (don't take my quote... i'll murder u. come up with ur own stuff)
looks oh so fressssssssssshhhhhh
i'm thirsty
I'm so amazed by black sand beaches. They are worthy of obsession in my opinion.
Doesn't it seem mystical?
I want to live inside of where ever that blue door leads
LOOK! that flower is longer than the coast!
If you look close enough you can see me hiding in the trees...
Do you see what I mean about black sand beaches. AMAZING. south africa has some of the most beautiful ones
Only Allah can do this.
Welcome to the Jamrock... I mean Jamaica
SPLISH SPLASH WE'LL BE HAVIN A BASH!
PHOTO OR PAINTING? YOU DECIDE
Why are humans so compelled to mess everything up? Dirt bags... that's all i gotta say
Similar to that other one right? but it's not it. Check for yourself........................
..............told u so..........
Welcome to Cyprussssssssssssssssssssssssss... U can see it if you travel from Palestine, over the Medditterannean, to Europe or vice versa, but u don't notice it on the way there b/c ur lookin forward to the time u'll have there that u don't think to look down at cyprus, but when u see the palestinian coast, unfortunately occupied by isreal, ur heart melts at the beauty and pumps with irritation with the occupation, of course
Cyprulicious once again. Just eat it up
that line is so absolutely pimp nasty that i can't get over it. so simple and so well put... oh and listen to "zion train" better yet just ask me to sing it for u
if u had the ability to scratch in an ill manner, would u exist and scratch, if u had a choice, in the 80's 90's or now's?
i also like it highlighted. oh and it's got a nice meaning
September '05 in Canada. I took this pic of the falls from our hotel room. it was pretty awesome if u ask me. to look out and see them... the one on the right is the horseshoe(Canadian) & on the left are the American falls(Buffalo, NY)
Another pic. same spot. daylight option... u know whats funny about that hotel(Embassy Suites, also my ISNA hotel the weekend before) we were on the 33rd floor and still able to open the window and it opened out, i'd say a foot wide
Up close and personal with the American falls on the Maid of the Mist
July '05 Beit Urr, Palestine. Maghrib on a balcony staring at the Masjid. it's zoomed in so u can't really see all the hills around. its a beautiful site. take my word.
sunset on the golf course outside my house. once again all credit to ALLAH(swt).
What a great picture. They're kids in fiji. It's just such a great pic... Background worthy. most of the art on this page is background worthy
to me green infers nature and nature is from God and from God is just RIGHT. to me a fist infers empowerment and empowerment of GREEN(which i explained before) is empowerment of anything right... i will conclude with a simple... POWER TO ALL JUST AND RIGHT CAUSES.
funny thing about this is the soldier is aware of it, but i think that's inaccurate b/c a majority of American soldiers are unaware of the government's motives. most of them are kids from unwealthy families, brainwashed and sculpted into mindless fighting machines... frankly i have sympathy for them. i mean, it's mental rape. oh and btw, its not the more gas ur SUV takes, its the hungrier Oil company owners(ALL of them) are for money, b/c they have the first and final word about going to war, which causes foreignt gov.s to hike up gas prices
if it were a movie, all external noise would stop, he'd be watching the ball fall into the net and all u hear is a "swiiiiisssssssshhhhhhh" sound, then a roaring crowd comes back in
my 'rents got me a new ride... it's lowridin, lookin all good and stuff. that baby runs on H2O and i'll have u know i'm savin a lotta money while u pay for ur gas... if only that were the case
doesn't life feel like this sometimes? its the crapping worldly, materialistic aspect of it all. thats when spirituality kicks in and plays anti-depressant for u. we all need a reality check. REALITY. REALITY. reality is not life. life is just a stage(refer to first poem ever performed by me). Reality is the bigger picture
the pain of the oppressed
be mindful(who says mindful?) of home
it says peace in Chinese. let's all learn Chinese. yaaaaaaaaaa. hura hura to chinese.
That face and that flag are very common on the streets of Ramallah. In fact that face was common on the streets of Paris too. the other day i saw a baby onesie with him on it. the other day i was asked to join a socialist party/movement.it was quite interesting.
just cool to look at
again cool to look at. i mean it could be analyzed, but i'd come up with something totally different from the next guy and his will be different from the next's so how bout this, i'll leave it to ur imagination...RUN WILD
I think what happened is some karate kid got high and played around on photoshop and got this
God gave man brain power to do that, but man has primitive thinking and instincts so we get where we are today. this was on a boat ride in '05 at navy pier
the structure in this photo goes from top to bottom. God, man, God, man.{ Sky, buildings, Lake, (boat)rail}... its pretty nice.
living in Chicago is cool. its not a bad place to be, but widening ur horizons is necessary
this most definitely is my eye ball. very close to it, why i would flash a camera in my eye ball? i dunno. human stupidity. to see if i go blind or not. anywho, i asked my niece what she thought it was and she said "a frog" not even a frog eye, just a frog. amusing
the waving woman is the one and only, my mom. yah she's pretty cool. what u dont see in the pic is what happened 3 seconds before it was taken. this old man was chasing 2 girls with his cane and cursing at them b/c one of them took off the scarf she had on. i thought it was funny at the time. my mom told me to stop laughing, but it was so entertaining.
mushroom mush. i feel that if i were in there i would be jumping all over
THIS IS GREAT. IT ROCKS MY PAJAMAS (i dont really have pajamas, i just have clothes) c'mon u know its cool.the sido looks so hardcore and the kid is just so BADASS. its symbolic of us too, our old generation has not forgotten and our young are ready to die. do settlers have something to worry about. i'd say yes. b/c the PEOPLE are not asleep. its just that the leaders are a bunch of "bitch asses"
its not the most hidden of political cartoons, but it says a lot... oh so true
at this point revolution is the only option. how do we revolt? well i was talkin to someone about this. how do we all put in our two cents. do ur thing. dont be passive. speak ur mind. dont let someone else step on u. lead. be fearless. stuffs so bad it cant get much worse. and i feel if u apply some of that and some other stuff to any and all of ur endeavors u've contributed positively to the world (and to contribute positively is revolution b/c all the other contributions are corrupt) so what we gotta do is live our lives and stand up for justice and represent justice all the time. whether ur fixing someone's car or leading a protest or just walking down the street, be ready.
knowledge is necessary, too. otherwise, we're just emotionally(which isn't wrong) driven people lacking in essential information to take us from point a(now) to point b(change)
My BEST FWIIEEEEEEEEND
this and the one before this and the next few are art on the streets of Tokyo.
what is that thing? i dunno, but i like it. they've got imaginations over there, but i think they've confused life with Anime.
its fascinating isnt it? its like movies in a sense. something i love about movies is to think about the person who wrote them and their vision and in some cases how sick and twisted they had to be... it's interesting
the story behind this is, that little girl is really a little boy and behind that wall is disney world, and inside her( or his) shoes are nails b/c he enjoys the pain and he's lookin through the wall to see if anyone is watching b/c he's also a pyromaniac and is about to burn the place down
START>PROGRAMS>ACCESSORIES>PAINT and those are the pre-stages of this. so i took a line from something i wrote before and vwalla.
its not malcolm x or hajj malik shabazz. its just x marks the spot. i went on a treasure hunt and i used a map and everything, but when i got to the place marked X on the map, physically there, all i found was this X, the way u see it now. its weird. it was a virtual X buried in dirt. I figured it was a sign, so i got X tattood on my arm, but the dude who gave it to me was a little drunk so its just a 1 mm away from being a Cross. pheew. that one was close.
I just wanna be there. The colors are relaxing. Zis is in Malaysia.
I used to think Paris was overrated, but when you actually see it, you realize, it's not. Found this picture of the Seine somewhere. Other than the amazing architecture of the buildings all around it, my favorite thing about the Seine is the bridges. They're really beautiful.
In a land far far away is the home of fish tanks, lima beans, squarrels, louis farrakhan, the villain from that movie i cant remember, a flipped WOW, a pitchforked angel, desert in a cup, bam margera, spike lee, and noam chomsky... its so fun u gotta visit sometime, just call me for the details, i got 'em all...
Any dictator would admire the uniformity and obedience of the U.S. media.
Colorless green ideas sleep furiously.
Sports plays a societal role in engendering jingoist and chauvinist attitudes. They're designed to organize a community to be committed to their gladiators.
I'd rather be rich than stupid
What the hell right?
If you can't dazzle them with brilliance, baffle them with bullsh*t
-my AIM profile
haha, don't beat me up. don't beat my internal organs up. don't beat me.
SAVE THE FISH!!!!!!!!!!!!
I will now bless u with some extraordinarily brilliant lines. number one will be a monologue. number two is a dialogue.
(Monty walks into the bathroom. He looks in the mirror. In the bottom corner, someone's written Fuck You!)
Monty: Yeah, fuck you, too.
Monty's Reflection: Fuck me? Fuck you! Fuck you and this whole city and everyone in it.
Fuck the panhandlers, grubbing for money, and smiling at me behind my back.
Fuck squeegee men dirtying up the clean windshield of my car. Get a fucking job!
Fuck the Sikhs and the Pakistanis bombing down the avenues in decrepit cabs, curry steaming out their pores and stinking up my day. Terrorists in fucking training. Slow the fuck down!
Fuck the Chelsea boys with their waxed chests and pumped up biceps. Going down on each other in my parks and on my piers, jingling their dicks on my Channel 35.
Fuck the Korean grocers with their pyramids of overpriced fruit and their tulips and roses wrapped in plastic. Ten years in the country, still no speaky English?
Fuck the Russians in Brighton Beach. Mobster thugs sitting in cafés, sipping tea in little glasses, sugar cubes between their teeth. Wheelin' and dealin' and schemin'. Go back where you fucking came from!
Fuck the black-hatted Chassidim, strolling up and down 47th street in their dirty gabardine with their dandruff. Selling South African apartheid diamonds!
Fuck the Wall Street brokers. Self-styled masters of the universe. Michael Douglas, Gordon Gecko wannabe mother fuckers, figuring out new ways to rob hard working people blind. Send those Enron assholes to jail for fucking life! You think Bush and Cheney didn't know about that shit? Give me a fucking break! Tyco! Imclone! Adelphia! Worldcom!
Fuck the Puerto Ricans. 20 to a car, swelling up the welfare rolls, worst fuckin' parade in the city. And don't even get me started on the Dom-in-i-cans, because they make the Puerto Ricans look good.
Fuck the Bensonhurst Italians with their pomaded hair, their nylon warm-up suits, and their St. Anthony medallions. Swinging their, Jason Giambi, Louisville slugger, baseball bats, trying to audition for the Sopranos.
Fuck the Upper East Side wives with their Hermés scarves and their fifty-dollar Balducci artichokes. Overfed faces getting pulled and lifted and stretched, all taut and shiny. You're not fooling anybody, sweetheart!
Fuck the uptown brothers. They never pass the ball, they don't want to play defense, they take fives steps on every lay-up to the hoop. And then they want to turn around and blame everything on the white man. Slavery ended one hundred and thirty seven years ago. Move the fuck on!
Fuck the corrupt cops with their anus violating plungers and their 41 shots, standing behind a blue wall of silence. You betray our trust!
Fuck the priests who put their hands down some innocent child's pants. Fuck the church that protects them, delivering us into evil. And while you're at it, fuck JC! He got off easy! A day on the cross, a weekend in hell, and all the hallelujahs of the legioned angels for eternity! Try seven years in fuckin Otisville, Jay!
Fuck Osama Bin Laden, Alqueda, and backward-ass, cave-dwelling, fundamentalist assholes everywhere. On the names of innocent thousands murdered, I pray you spend the rest of eternity with your seventy-two whores roasting in a jet-fueled fire in hell. You towel headed camel jockeys can kiss my royal, Irish ass!
Fuck Jacob Elinski, whining malcontent.
Fuck Francis Xavier Slaughtery, my best friend, judging me while he stares at my girlfriend's ass.
Fuck Naturel Rivera. I gave her my trust and she stabbed me in the back. Sold me up the river. Fucking bitch.
Fuck my father with his endless grief, standing behind that bar. Sipping on club soda, selling whiskey to firemen and cheering the Bronx Bombers.
Fuck this whole city and everyone in it. From the row houses of Astoria to the penthouses on Park Avenue. From the projects in the Bronx to the lofts in Soho. From the tenements in Alphabet City to the brownstones in Park slope to the split levels in Staten Island. Let an earthquake crumble it. Let the fires rage. Let it burn to fuckin ash then let the waters rise and submerge this whole, rat-infested place.
Monty: No. No, fuck you, Montgomery Brogan. You had it all and then you threw it away, you dumb fuck!
(He takes a breath and tries to rub away the words.)
-25th Hour
this is a little dialogue b/w the Saints and Rocco. it's not indicated who's sayin what when, but when u see it, in the actual movie, on screen, in ur telivision set, u know, u just love it. i do at least. i find it amusing. it makes my funny bone giggle like a little girl being tickled by berries in a field of sunflowers
- Where's your gun?
- I'm the fuckin' funny man!
It's right here. Right here.
That ain't my real name.
What the fuck? Jeez!
It's a fuckin' six-shooter!
- There's nine bodies, genius!
What the fuck were you gonna do, laugh the last three to death, funny man?
Pappa Joe said there was only two! In and out!
Boy, you guys sure did a good job.
Ah, shit. You guys are good, huh?
Cool masks. Where'd you get 'em?
- We gotta do him right here! - Right now!
- Don't, please! I'm the funny man!
- Right.
- Don't kill me! Don't kill me, please!
- Right!
I'm the funnyman!
Whata fuckin' idiot!
Fuckin'... What the fuckin' fuck... Who the fuck...
Fuck this fuckin'... How did you two fuckin' fucks... Fuck!
-The Boondock Saints
If you have any civility this is definitely the proper way to deal with an issue. the 1st step to overcoming an issue is to find a new addiction to take your mind off of the problem. then when someone else seems to rain on your parade, confront them and work it out... no matter what the addiction is.
JACK
We need to talk.
MARLA
Sure.
JACK
I'm on to you. You're a faker. You
aren't dying.
MARLA
What?
JACK
Okay, in the Sylvia Plath philosophy
way, we're all dying. But you're not
dying the way Chloe is dying.
LEADER
Tell the other person how you feel.
JACK
You're a tourist. I saw you at
melanoma, tuberculosis and testicular
cancer.
MARLA
And I saw you practicing this...
JACK
Practicing what?
MARLA
Telling me off. Is it going as well
as you hoped... ?
(reads his nametag)
"... Mr. Taylor."
JACK
I'll expose you.
MARLA
Go ahead. I'll expose you.
LEADER
Share yourself completely.
Marla puts her head down on Jack's shoulder as if she were
crying. Jack pulls her head back up. She deadpans at him.
JACK
Why are you doing this?
MARLA
It's cheaper than a movie, and
there's free coffee.
JACK
These are my groups. I was here
first. I've been coming for a year.
MARLA
A year? How'd you manage that?
JACK
Anyone who might've noticed either
died or recovered and never came back.
LEADER
Let yourself cry.
MARLA
Why do you do it?
JACK
I... I don't know. I guess... when
people think you're dying, they
really listen, instead...
MARLA
-- Instead of just waiting for their
turn to speak.
JACK
Yeah.
Brief recognition between them, broken as the Leader passes.
LEADER
Quietly, now. Share with each other.
Jack waits till the Leader's out of earshot.
JACK
(warning)
It becomes an addiction.
MARLA
Really?
Jack sighs, then pulls back.
JACK
Look, I can't cry with a faker
present.
MARLA
Candy-stripe a cancer ward. It's not
my problem.
JACK
Please. Can't we do something... ?
Marla starts out of the room. Jack follows her.
LEADER
Now, the closing prayer.
EXT. CHURCH - NIGHT - CONTINUOUS
Marla gets to the sidewalk, moving quickly along.
JACK
We'll split up the week. You can
have lymphoma, tuberculosis and --
MARLA
You take tuberculosis. My smoking
doesn't go over at all.
JACK
I think testicular cancer should be
no contest.
MARLA
Well, technically, I have more of a
right to be there than you. You
still have your balls.
JACK
You're kidding.
MARLA
I don't know -- am I?
Jack follow Marla into...
INT. LAUNDROMAT - CONTINUOUS
Marla walks with authority up to an unwatched DRYER. She
takes out clothes, picks out jeans, pants and shirts.
MARLA
I'll take the parasites.
JACK
You can't have both parasites. You
can take blood parasites --
MARLA
I want brain parasites.
JACK
Okay. I'll take blood parasites and
organic brain dementia --
MARLA
I want that.
JACK
You can't have the whole brain!
MARLA
So far, you have four and I only have
two!
JACK
Then, take blood parasites. It's
yours. Now we each have three.
