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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BAWdSOmEK7E




appreciate the fact that I gave you this video first.


enjoy spamming the nets for me!

ps NSFW!!!

I have Faith in Philistines!

aren't those the islands where the bar girls shoot pin-pong balls out of their twats?

I don't know about that, but I know for sure it's not the Allusions.
It's too damn COLD for strippers.

                                                                     I'm  going to KIIIIIIIIIILL you...
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You put the ire in satire. 

I have Faith in Satires!

-toa,
satires are one of those greek half-animal things, right?

No man, those were sitars.
Bloody philistine. 

*sigh* This is the last time I put two of my toupees in a closet together.
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All my faith is in the incompetence of cow-orkers, the stupidity of television, and the greediness of my fellow man.

Oh, and we're all going to burn in hell, too.  Can't forget that.
DOO0OO00O00OOOOO00OOOO00O0OO000OO000O00OMM!!!!!!!!!!

BUMPPAGE!!!!!!

eeeyEYE'yyeEYeyEYyeeyeYEeyaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!

MY WATERGUN IS EMPTY!
MY WATERGUN IS EMPTY!
MY WATERGUN IS EMPTY!
AGONYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!
FETCH ME MY SLIPPERS!!

DFHCKHGGHFDYGCVUFYVG???

I'M SORRY MISTA NOODLE I SEEM TO HAVE STOLEN FROM YOU!

I HAVE A BLOCK OF GOUDA IN MY PANTS!

THIS POST IS WITTY AND ORIGINAL!

WHERE IS MY PRIZE?

I've really been getting into this kind of music in the past year or so, thanks to a roomate who likes to listen to the now-defunct Kalvos & Damian's New Music Bazaar and some chance encounters at the four-dollar rack of the local record store.  A few good albums that I've found are Aluminum Noise - Totally Fucking Lost, Q. R. Ghazalla - Threnody to the New Victims of Hiroshima (The guy who reviewed it underrated it, in my opinion.  A better description would be "The Mormon Tabernacle Choir if it were composed of giant alien insects bent on world domination. B+"), The Boredoms - Pop Tatari, Tryptych of a Pastel Fern - Louder Than a Star Exploding |clic this also| (His solo stuff can be a bit lame at times, but his Pitchblende stuff fucking rocks out.)

(Not all of these are of the same genre as your stuff, I just listed them as found CD's of the past year that I liked. Or stuff. Something.)

Also, for your own mixing purposes, keep an eye out for a doube-record Children's Bible set at your local thrift stores.  A+++ material.  "And God said: **BOOooOoOoOOOoOOoM!!!!** CAinN? n?  WWwHErRE iS AabLe yOUr BroThER? r?"  I once did a tape recording of  me mixing this album randomly  along with a skipping Black Sabbath album.  My roomate transfered it to CD and left it anonymously on the doorstep of a local college radio DJ. The dude freaked out and played it repetitvely.  Oddly enough, I never got a copy for myself.  I'll have to bug my roomate to dig it up so I can post it.

Anyhow, I really liked your stuff. Capitol!

 :-D BUY! :-D
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It was frikkin HUGE.


Now, it's a bit more reasonable, but still big.

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Nobody likes being terminal.

True story -

I was at work one day, when a cow-orker asked me what I was smiling about.  I honestly awnsered "I was just thinking about what I would do if I found out I had terminal cancer."  For me, explicit knowledge of my impending demise would be a liberating thing.  I mean, what's the point in making a five-year plan if you know you've only got six months to live?

Daryls story seems pretty clear to me as a tragic case, but what would you rather have had him do? He had hope he would be saved somehow, his alternative to a long, lingering death was a quick one, but on the other hand, there was always the chance (slim as it may have been) that he would have been saved. Without that hope, he would have died sooner, and if that chance -had- come along, that's one more death that could have been prevented.

In Norse mythology, those who die fighting a hopeless battle go to Vahalla.

As for slavery, I wouldn't say its the hope of escape, but the hope of freedom that kept them going. If they hadn't had that hope, they would all have been killed, and look at where that would leave us today. And if you really think slavery is abandoned today, you are wrong, that's all I'm going to say on that. But those people have -hope- that they will be freed, and particularly in the sex slave trade in the western world, that hope has kept many women alive, and yes, lots are freed.

I think you misunderstood my point on slavery.  I wasn't saying that slavery had been abandoned, I was saying that it would be abandoned if slaves no longer had hope.  It would be ecenomically unviable, what with the high rates of suicide and murder/suicide that would occur in the slave population.

Hope is what keeps humans going in the direst of situations, hope is the glimmer of spirit that keeps people struggling on despite the most dire circumstances. Hope is what makes those mountaineers who chew through their own arm to get away, or those citizens who rise up against the evil empire, or whatever, act.

A wise tactician knows to always leave an avenue of escape for his enemies, for a soldier with no hope of survival is a much more dangerous foe.

I'm sure you're all familiar with the tale of Pandora's box, but just to be on the safe side:

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Pandora's Box

Once, long ago, Mankind lived in perfect happiness.  There was no hatred or war, no famine or pestilence, no ignorance or slavery. But sadly, this perfection was not to last. Zeus, angry at Prometheus for stealing fire from him, decided it was high time to piss in Mankind's collective Cheerios. Rather than just blasting everyone with lightning, Zeus came up with a better plan. Namely, trick Mankind into sticking it to themselves.

Zeus called all the gods together and had them place the most horrible things they had into a wonderfully ornate box made by Hephaestus. The gods then presented this box to a woman named Pandora, and forbade her ever to open it. Pandora, like all women, was possessed of a lively curiosity. She had to know what was in the box. One day she lifted the lid ¬?and out flew plagues innumerable, sorrow and mischief for mankind. In terror Pandora clapped the lid down, but too late. Everything the gods had put into the box had escaped.  Everything, that is, but one thing: Hope.

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Many people are of the viewpoint that Hope was the only good thing in the box, a small boon snuck in by a sympathetic god.  This theory, though, is easily shattered. Seeing as Hope was the last thing to come out of the box, it was obviously THE FIRST THING TO BE PUT IN.  And why is that?

Because Hope was the MOST INSIDIOUSLY EVIL thing that the gods could muster up.

Seem a bit hard to swallow?  Perhaps a few examples will change your perspective...

Meet Daryl.  Daryl is a soldier fighting the "war" in Vietnam.  One day, Daryl's troop gets placed in a no-win situation.  Rather than fighting to the death, Daryl and the other soldiers surrender, with the Hope of fair treatment.  After seven years of horrific daily torture, Daryl finally dies of infections and malnutrition.  What kept Daryl alive and suffering for so long?  The Hope of finally being released.

Meet Susan.  Susan is Daryl's wife, or, perhaps I should say "was".  Susan's husband never came home, for obvious reasons. Susan never gave up Hope, however, and as a consequence died a little inside everytime she awnsered the door and it wasn't him.

Not convinced of the inherent evil of Hope?
What if I told you that Hope is what allows slavery to exist?  A preposterous idea, yes?
Not at all.
Hope causes the slave to do whatever necessary to survive, be it toiling in the fields, emptying mi'Lord and Lady's chamberpots, or filing form PX2279 in triplicate with data sheets neatly stapled in the top right-hand corner. Anything, so long as they can see the Hope of escape glimmering somewhere in the possible future.
Take away Hope, however, and the slaves no longer have anything left to live for. They then all lay down and die or go berzerk, killing all they can before they themselves are killed.  This lack of Hope makes slave trading a futile effort, and thus, slavery is abandoned.

And what if I told you that Hope is the root cause of famine?  Hear me out on this one.
The Hope of survival causes all the famine stricken people to snatch at whatever tiny morsel of edible material they can lay their hands on.  These people slowly suffer and whither away until the inevitable happens.
Take away this hope, and many would kill themselves quickly and painlessly.  With less mouths to feed, the food supplies stop being stretched so thin.  Hey, whaddaya know! No more famine.

And now you see the true nature of Hope.  Hope is peeling the Band-Aid off one excrutating hair at a time, rather than yanking it off and getting it over with.

So abandon all Hope, for then your Hopes can no longer be dashed.



Or Kill Me.