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Not true.  One of the programs I run, the one that trains the teenagers to be good listeners, has a section on identifying and referring kids with intent to commit suicide.  What we found in our research while putting together the curriculum is that 4 out of 5 teens who attempt suicide give very clear warnings.  I don't know what the figures are for adults but my guess is they would be very similar.  It is actually a rare thing when someone who commits suicide didn't give warnings ahead of time.  The problem is, those warning signs go unrecognized.  Most people who are suicidal don't really want to die.  They want to get rid of emotional pain.  And that's why they give warning signs.  They want someone to help them, but they don't know how to get it otherwise.  Most of these signs show up in the week or two preceding their attempt. 

That makes a lot of sense to me. When I was suicidal, I kept trying to get people to listen to me and help me out of my depression, but it seemed like they were all oblivious. Fortunately, I found a way to reason my own way out of it. Thanks a lot, mom and Darren, great help you were.   

Meanwhile, I will begin arming and training Golden Eagles for combat.

The beak of terror.

Southern Cross lyrics

I remember that song. Some guys made a flash animation to it with fighting anime cats.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fjQ0DilngkE

Anyway, say what you will about stinky hippies, I think Blind Melon have some pretty awesome lyrics. It's really a shame, what happened to them.

Paper Scratcher:

Shuffle can to can nobody really gives a damn
For every living day I give myself a hand
Now I'm scroungy as can be
I got all you normals looking at me
I'll scratch a hole in my life
So everyone can see
My mind is a mind that I have come to know
And my eyes can't conceive a world that can not grow
And Fridays are always fresh days
Screamin' at the sun, don't really
Know what he has done
He don't believe in God and a world as one
So he rambles through the weeds
Saying he will sleep beneath the trees
And on the day I die, Thank God my Soul will be released
I've seen all your eyes
And I've seen all your faces
Can you tell me honestly that you wanna be free?
Then look in my eyes
I've been lots of places
Can you tell me honestly that you'd want to be me
Honestly.

Walk:

Find myself singing the same songs every day
Ones that make me feel good
When things behind the smiles ain't okay

Around and over and in-between the seas
I need to be on top of a mountain
Where I can see everything
Cause this paranoia's getting old

Now as I open my eyes to start another day
I'm in a pile of puke
Empty bag of excuses
My love for friends and family
you know I need them

And under a sun that's seen it all before
My feet are so cold
And I can't believe that I have to bang my head against this wall again
But the blows they have just a little more space in-between them
Gonna take a breath and try again.

St. Andrew's Fall:

Big stretch and not much sleep
I got a couple of palm trees on each side of my cheek
And it's a bright blue Saturday
And the rummage sells the rubbish to me

But if I could buy the sky that's hangin'
Over this bed of mine
If I could climb these vines
And maybe see what you're seein'

If you were standing on the corner staring straight
Into the eyes of Jesus Christ

One porch, one dog, one cockroach only way to be
I got sewage fruit and it's growing out back from roots
I don't know if they belong to me
But if I could buy the sky that's hangin'

Over this bed of mine
And if I could climb these vines
and maybe see what you're seein'

Sittin' at the edge of this building,
Twenty stories below,
A' twenty stories below
Twenty stories below
Twenty stories below

I can't tell you how many ways that I've sat,
And viewed my life today, but I can tell you
I don't think that I can find easier way
So if I see you walking hand in hand in hand
With a three armed man, you know I'll understand

(Pockets full of crappiness
Can't piece together my day
So I pose myself this question
Maybe sleeps gonna get me in the shade
I got my head buried in this pillow
I got my head buried in this pillow
So low...)

But you should have been in my shoes yesterday
You should have been in my shoes yesterday

Do I detect a pattern here? 

Tom Waits- Bottom of the World

Rebellion is like Freedom in this respect.

If you see either, printed on the front of an overpriced teeshirt, available in a range of rad, this-season colours - assume it's counterfeit.

protip: Real rebels don't think of themselves as rebelling - they're just exercising the freedom that everyone else thinks you have to ask for.

Wisdom. Why didn't I think of that?

oh, and you shouldnt take life too seriously because if you do you may piss of a lawyer and then THIS will happen to you...

I can ruin him for you.  He's in deep with AIPAC, so his stance towards Israel and the Middle East kinda sucks.  Badly.

Still, he's about 100% right on his stance towards the finance industry and the GOP currently, which is a higher batting than I give to most other politicians.

The AIPAC bit is rather shitty. Still, he looks like a democrat who can get things done, which is a nice change.

It's good to know that criminal justice system works.

Giant face blows nose with woman.

I must add a rant from 'noxious' Titled "Circle of shit" here:

I know times are hard for you (cause' your a fuckin' emo) and you think you need to share all your problem with everyone (cause your a fuckin' emo) and now I'm trying to help you ( cause your a fuckin' emo). Best of luck. I would have sent this right to you but you're a fuckin' emo and I didn't want the drama.


The short and magical "Circle of Shit" theory resides below.

Quit bitching and crying, it will do your self esteem wonders! This boils down to a theory taught to me by me dad called the "Circle of Shit". If you imagine yourself as the center of a "dart board" or "circle" and assume the the outside areas or quadrants are your friends, work and life.
If you fill those outside areas with crying, complaints, misconceptions and what not (hence the "Shit" in the "Circle of Shit") You soon find yourself surrounded by "shit" and smelling like "shit". Break the circle. Don't smell like like shit.

* does not apply to those that complain sarcastically.

A politician that I can admire? What is the world coming to?

EDIT: Seriously though, this guy's a fucking superhero. Why can't Canada have awesome politicians?

 
There are not enough mittens in the world...

But you've got to be careful there, man. Rebellion is a tricky subject. After all, isn't it just another tool of The Machine™? Rebellion these days is carefully controlled and contained. I think Rebellion is a lot like Passion, in that regard. There's Passion, and then there's Passion™. Sure Rock at one point was Pure, Raw, Powerful, it was fucking beautiful. But all of that is being swept aside by the Radio, fucking MTV, here's what you should listen to. Here's what you should buy. Buy. Buy. Buy. Listen to this, wear this band's shit. Like every other tool of Rebellion, The Machine™ figures out how to turn it against us. Okay, okay, I know what you're thinking "Hey, Chief, what about X band's message or their Ideology. They're still rocking it!" And that may be true. But for every one of them, one of us that gets it? There's thousands--millions, who don't fucking get it. They bob their heads because they're programmed to. That's Rebellion™ for you.

That's what makes The Machine so fucking horrible. It can turn one free thinker's ideas and thoughts and scramble it over the airwaves to their drones. They can take something so beautiful, and market it, spin it, overplay it, until the message is lost among all the noise.

Haha, that's not rebellion. Rebellion isn't what the machine gives you. Rebellion is something you have to look for, and if you don't find it you make it yourself.

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I can provide if needs be.