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Thu Feb 15, 2018 1:39 am

It is Valentine's day. Maybe he's out pumping thick white ropes of oaky Nordic seed deep inside the womb of someone's squealing niece? And then that guy wakes up in the middle of the night with this bizarre, unsettling phantom-feeling that his brother's daughter just got fucked and he has nobody to talk to about it, because how the hell do you even bring that up in conversation

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FINE. I slept FINE thank you.

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Thu Feb 15, 2018 8:15 am

I would love to offer herbal remedies and energetic healing at no cost for folks affected by the shooting. Please spread the word.

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Wed Feb 21, 2018 5:50 am

I don't blame him if you're putting out good music but yet everybody loves to the crap AKA new metal rap metal bullcrap that was at the time I was ashamed to call myself a Metalhead cuz every time you said metal everyone said Korn Limp Bizkit System of a Down horrible horrible music that unfortunately got the metal label slapped onto it that was a sad time in music

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Limp Bizkit was great for a modest amount of time.

Nookie was so so but Rollin was outstanding, and IDGAF what music you're into that song makes everybody move.
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Thu Feb 22, 2018 3:04 pm

Yes - this is not sleep.... you see the MOST RAREST of Kerry King's guitars! I think all the Slayer's fans know what the guitar it is and how RARE it is! All of Slayer's fan dreaming to own this guitar. Yes - this is Kerry King's guitar when he was of ESP endorser from 90-97 before he leaved to BC Rich.
Totally ESP produced a less than 50 pcs ofthis guitars. They made them in Japan Custom Shop and it is top of the level guitar. The middle of 90's was a gold period of Slayer and in this period Kerry played at this beautyfull guitar.
In our days it's practically impossible to find it...!
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Thu Feb 22, 2018 6:53 pm

more like "The Doors Feat. Snoop Dogg" Jim's voice was and still IS unmatched
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Sat Feb 24, 2018 9:36 am

The Miami crowd was one of the main reasons I took a step back from performing spoken word.

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Sat Feb 24, 2018 9:14 pm

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There's the life and there's the consumer event.

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Mon Feb 26, 2018 5:54 pm

On my arrival I had to pay early check in fee... could have been avoided if the hotel had answered my email. The food was fantastic, the entertainment was great. The staff especially Michael n Trish was very helpful. I didn't like that u do not provide bottled water. I didnt like that some of the foods n drinks aren't traditional bajan dishes. Where is the RUM PUNCH! Please do not put tomatoe sauce on our flying fish! I recommend this hotel....
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Sat Mar 03, 2018 12:20 pm

-1/2 lb of excess frozen ground chuck from the last meatloaf you ate as a family, thawed

-1/2 lb extra turkey pasta sauce tossed in the freezer beside the ground chuck and forgotten, thawed

-1 smallish Vidalia onion purchased at your soon-to-be-ex in-laws’ Publix (a welcome haven of familiarity in all the upheaval), chopped. I’d say chopped fine but it’s all too much; whatever you can manage is what we’ll call fine.

-Heat the broiler on the electric stove in your new apartment.

-Appreciate that the refurbished space offsets the fact of you finding yourself in another bachelor pad at age 45. Ignore the burning-plastic smell as the oven is used for the first time.

Place 8 plum tomatoes, 6 jalapenos, and 1 large red bell pepper – also purchased at the aforementioned Publix you’ve been known to frequent during happier times, including several weeks of house-sitting while your soon-to-be-ex in-laws took extended vacations and you played family in a house that wasn’t yours – onto a tinfoil-lined cookie sheet. Drizzle with olive oil and toss until the skins are well-coated.

Heat the overpriced Dutch oven you brought into the marriage and sure as shit took out of the marriage because it’s part of a whole overpriced set over medium heat. When water beads across the bottom, add the chuck and the chopped onion. Break up the meat and stir often. Add a generous dusting of Dinosaur Bar B Que All-Purpose Red Rub that you made from scratch (Dinosaur Bar-B-Que: an American Roadhouse, page 167), another bit of the familiar to calm your anxious soul. Cook until chuck is browned and onion is soft, approximately 5 minutes.

Meanwhile, pop the cookie sheet of vegetables into the oven. Turn every few minutes to blacken evenly. The skin will blacken at different rates so you’ll need to remove them in shifts, starting with the plum tomatoes, moving on to the jalapenos, and finishing with the red pepper. During this process you will set off the brand new fire alarm four times. Resist the urge to approach your neighbor downstairs to assure him that you are not some idiot man-child who is just learning to cook on his own, but that you are in fact an accomplished cook who has shown his wife and her son love with nearly a decade of home-cooked meals, just as your mother showed your family love through nightly home-cooked meals, it’s just that you’re familiar with gas ovens and the “HI” setting on the electric broiler is surprisingly high.

TIP: to make removing the skin from the peppers easier, cover them with plastic wrap while they’re cooling. The steam loosens the skin for easy peeling. Be sure that any accumulated juice from the peppers goes into the pot for flavoring.

Once your onion is soft and your ground chuck is browned, add the turkey pasta sauce and a tiny Tupperware of chipotle chilis leftover from the last barbecue pizza you made for your soon-to-be-ex-wife. Don’t ignore the memory of how the two of you loved pairing spicy foods with fruity beers; embrace the memory, and embrace the tears that follow. Mix well.

Add what’s left of two small bags of barley, found when the contents of the pantry was divided and tossed aside with “take both of these; they’ll never get used.” Mix well and cook for 1-2 minutes. Skip this step and you risk mushy barley; you’ve been warned.

Add an 8oz can of tomato sauce from what is now, let’s face facts, your Publix. Add water to the pot, using the Tupperware that held the chipotle and the can that held the sauce, until you clean them out and get every last bit of flavoring, then throw in some more water because barley is thirsty. Leave plenty of room for the dish to expand.

While waiting for the pot to boil, chop the roasted tomatoes, peel, seed, and dice both the jalapenos and red bell pepper, and add it all to the pot. This was supposed to be chili with barley instead of beans but it’s looking more like beef and barley, so add a generous portion of chili powder and freshly-ground pepper (from one of those stupid containers with the built-in grinder because she kept the good peppermill, which is ironic because she barely even cooked before she met you).

While that’s coming to a boil, go to your living room and sit on the daybed that’s also where you sleep because you can’t afford to purchase a mattress for the bedframe that’s your ex- son’s old Ikea bed (and which is in pieces anyway), once stored in hallway for more than a year and ignored, and finally moved to a closet so said hallway could be a showcase for her artwork. A gift of love that was touching at the time but which didn’t stop her from requesting a divorce some scant weeks later. Look around at everything that’s still in boxes, at the fresh drywall that’s never known spackle or a nail, at imitation-wood tile floors dusty from construction, at the piles of clothes you have nowhere to store, at all of the fiction you’ve unboxed, beautifully-arranged by color in the big bookcase, the one oasis in all the chaos which tells you there’s a chance you’ll be okay. Maybe even better than okay.

Keep telling yourself that; you’ll be okay.

Stir the pot, stir the pot, stir the pot.

It’s getting a little dry and the barley is still tiny, so add a cup of water. Realize you forgot salt and add some of that. It’s still a little too tomato-colored, so add more chili powder while you’re at it.

Sit back down and read pages from the writers you’re meeting with on Sunday. You should have kept the whole weekend to unpack and nest and run errands but you’ll be damned if you’ll miss this month’s meeting, not when so much else has been taken from you.

Wonder if plain, whole milk yogurt would make a healthy alternative to sour cream.

When the barley is puffy and soft, your Dutch oven is full and you’ll see just how little meat is in the dish, which is fine. Downright Mohawk, in fact, letting the grains and veggies shine and using scraps of meat for flavoring. Discover that in the distraction of the first shopping trip as a separated, middle-aged man, you bought regular yogurt rather than Greek. You hope it will be firm since it hasn’t been opened, and the universe cuts you a break. Not only does plain yogurt make a welcome substitute for sour cream, it makes the whole dish delicious. It’s not what you expected, which was your award-winning chili with barley rather than beans, but you took the scraps left in your freezer and fridge and cabinets, mixed them with new ingredients, and created something entirely your own. It’s a nice metaphor for exactly what you’ll need to get through this, the best parts you’re bringing with you mixed with something new, so well done you. You can do this.

You’ll be eating this dish for days, which was the idea, but you can’t finish it all before it goes bad. Freeze most of it. Vow to cook more sensible, single-guy portions in the future.

Wonder whether your marriage is really over.

Wonder if she really was the love of your life.

Breathe.

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Sat Mar 03, 2018 3:06 pm

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from enslavement to obliteration is older than abbey road

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Sat Mar 03, 2018 8:14 pm

hahaha :tup:
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Sun Mar 11, 2018 3:16 pm

I don't think you understood the movie. It shows love between too "incomplete" person. It shows how powerful love can be. The principal actress was brillant and the message of the movie was important. The only thing I didn't like was the image of the woman that made dinner for his husband and who keeps the childrens during his husband works. But America was like that before and , sadly, sometimes it still like that.
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Sun Mar 11, 2018 3:25 pm

Been documenting the way I feel in social situations lately. Aside from subtle observations, some notable pull quotes, and surprising music moments, it's a moderately bleak read. The abridged version looks a little like this:

"Too many shallow experiences lacking depth. Too many bars. Too much feeling like I dont belong. Too much snake oil. Too much fasion. Too much walking around in circles. Too much small talk. Nothing to talk about. Not enough ideas. Not enough connection."

I've been joking lately that retirement looks like a relatively spartan studio, soundtracked by the din of music machines, surrounded by a few hanging plants, basic drafting materials, white walls, tall ceilings, and features a beautiful view of a city whose patina is of elegiac decy - I imagine it's winter. The only phone in sight is a landline; I revolted against the smart world long ago and thew it in the river. Gave it up so that only the people I ever talk to anymore are the ones who care.

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Sun Mar 11, 2018 4:05 pm

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i googled this :drool:

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Sun Mar 11, 2018 4:09 pm

decay!

ps. i typed the whole thing out because someone screen capped it and sent it to me.

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fasion

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that dudes vain delusions seriously gives me cancer

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Thu Mar 15, 2018 7:17 am

Hello Miami, does anyone want to be work buddies with me? I've been having trouble getting out and making friends since floating into town on my magic pool doughnut, and I have lost some of my powers from it. I'm hoping to find ways of synthesizing my 90 hour work week with more human interaction. Love, your favorite anarcho-capitalist/transnihilist witch princess,

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Thu Mar 15, 2018 1:58 pm

What are the 'victims' judge jury and exictioner? In this democracy, we all adhear to, where is Spacies due process?
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So glad this is trending

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Fri Mar 23, 2018 8:22 pm

How my psychedelic intervention with Jordan B Peterson helped me slay the anarchist ideology who possessed me.

Submitted 1 month ago * by lobstermckenna I have deleted this post a few times but here I go, please feel free to ask me anything you want and I'll share.

JBP message didn't resonated with me before, I love psychology but I could not stand the guy. Also I considered myself an anarchist since I was 13 (mid 30s today). I'm a father, a husband and a mess of a person who always thought he was oppressed by the capitalist system, for being a minority, poor, etc. I'm very messy in very aspect of my life and I know I wasn't a proper role model for my family, everyone in my home was more "put together" than me. I have been hitting a wall for a long time, the type of depression where you can't leave your bed because life is so fragile that you know that something bad will happen and things will get worse. Suicide was not a real option but a topic that I really think about a few times. For me there was only one way to interpret the world.

The trip I did 200ug LSD, 300mg MDMA, cannabis and some supplements to deal with the MDMA neurotoxity. I went to the forest during a snow storm and played the 12 Rules audiobook which I had to stop on chapter two because it became too much (in a good sense). In my psychedelic experience JBP become for a moment the honest invested caring father I never had (mine died from a drug overdose and never raised me, see the paralels), because this guy really cared, and reached me in my darkness to tell me how to get the courage to start the journey of the mythological war of regaining my consciousness and my life. I understood how logic it was, I was and anarchist my whole life because I my stepfather who was the person who tried to bring order to my messy kid life, I resented him because he has always been of strong character. I rejected any form of order, yes, I had the whole concept of anarchy wrong too but that twisted concept was attached to my bones. I felt I was really ideologically possessed and had so much anger and wanted this thing to leave my body. Then I started crying like a kid alone in the forest, the memories from my childhood, came, the memories of all the bad things I have done to me and others because of my ideology and how my kids are adopting parts of that. I looked at myself on the camera of my phone and saw me but looking more like Gandalf, just me very old and told my self, "I'm coming from the future to tell you, put your life together today or you are going to regret it, do it now." Then I cried more and started to hyperventilate and stretched my body, my vertebras cracked and I felt this energy shocking my brain (whatever that was), I was only wearing a hoodie and shorts running through the snow and screaming "IM NOT DEPRESSED ANYMORE! THIS IS HOW IT FEELS BEING FREE! NO IDEOLOGY OWNS ME!", I don't remember living without being reactionary every moment, that wasn't there anymore.

I avoided my family that day to be able to incorporate the experience which was the most profound of my life, just told my wife a bit about it. I feel lighter, I don't feel the anxiety on my chest, phone calls dont make anxious, I feel I want to become a real model for my kids, I know want to give my wife real reasons to be in love with me. I cleaned the whole house and now I can tell my kids with no remorse to take care of their mess too. I want to recover my finances and not keep avoiding everything, I want to fix my relationship with my step father and forgive him for sometimes execute his role in a tyrannical way, I want to forgive my mom for not making me stronger, I am calling myself of every bullshit I do. I haven't touched cannabis since the trip and I had a big dependency but I just want to be on my peak on every fucking aspect of my life. I rejected order and I am paying the consequence, nobody showed me that before. I see why some call Jordan the Archetypical father. I am ridiculously grateful with him because NOBODY had done this with me before and today my whole family happier and I have a new perspective in life.

I don't consider myself longer an anarchist on every aspect of my life, I have been conditioned for too long and there will always be some remains but now I see what I was missing. I told myself the lie that society was oppressing me for so long and it wasn't (not talking for others who really are oppressed). How I can repay, this psychologist what he has done for me? I will give money in the future to his patreon account so he can keep the good work even when bottom lobsters hate it (had to make the joke).

Thanks for reading me, this is like being born again. I accept any suggestion on how to move on in life now. I'll be doing the JBP writing courses as soon as I have money and I have been listening to chapter two over and over so probably there still a lot of more conditioning to break.

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I wish that the music industry hadn't become so...industrial. Music like this is where it's at.

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