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FRIIIIDAAAAYYYY...*hyperventilates*

*looks around*


*whispers*: watchmen.

about meaningless shit...
a lesbian in Richmond is gang-raped...because she's a lesbian.

and Oscar Grant III gets shot in the back by a fuckin shit eating cop in Oakland.


STOP BEING SO FUCKING WRAPPED UP IN YOUR STUPID BULLSHIT and take a look at your FUCKING COMMUNITY. make your life useful, start fighting back. oh...you're misanthropic? do us all a favor and kill yourself...your negative energy will not be missed in this world.




----------------- Bulletin Message -----------------
From: PYRATEPUNX RECORDS
Date: Jan 7, 2009 4:29 PM


----------------- Bulletin Message -----------------
From: Jenn
Date: Jan 7, 2009 3:09 PM


4 People have now been arrested for the kidnap and rape of this woman. She is going to have to go through a lot of pain in order to take these bastard to court and get them locked up. You can probably imagine, she needs to relocate, get a new car, medical bills, counseling. A trust fund for the woman has been arranged through Community Violence Solutions, formerly the Rape Crisis Center.
Those interested in making donations should make checks out to
"Community Violence Solutions" and write "Richmond Jane Doe" in the memo portion of the check. The address for donations is Community Violence Solutions, Attn: Mrs. Joanne Douglas, 2101 Van Ness Ave.
, San Pablo, CA 94806

"Four arrests were made this week after the brutal gang rape of a 28-year-old Richmond lesbian. Josue Gonzalez, 21, the pig at right, was arrested yesterday on a warrant for gang rape, kidnapping for a sex crime, and carjacking. Humberto Hernandez Salvador, 31, and two other teens (the 15- and 16-year-old creeps who went by "Paco" and "Blue") were arrested on Wednesday night for their involvement in last week's vicious hate crime.


If you remember, the hate crime happened after one of the arrested "approached the woman in [and] struck her with a blunt object, ordered her to disrobe and sexually assaulted her with the help of the others." After the guys saw somebody approached, they then kidnapped her and took her to a burned-out apartment building where she was raped again and "left naked outside the building while the alleged assailants took her wallet and drove off in her car.
"

The ordeal, according to police, started after the four men saw the victim had a rainbow flag on the back of her car. The woman is still recovering from the rape, which is "absolutely" being considered a hate crime.


"This crime has changed her for life," says police Lt. Mark Gagan.
"

it began with Falun Gong

also known as Falun Dafa which is: "an ancient practice for self-improvement of: mind, body and spirit based on the principles of Truthfulness, Compassion and Tolerance. It was introduced to the public in China by Mr. Li Hongzhi in 1992."

Falun Gong became very popular (by 1999) and actually outnumbered the amount of Communist activity/took people away from Communism. So, President Jiang Zemin became jealous (as most tyrants do when they feel "out-done") and wanted Falun Gong to be 'eliminated.' Falun Gong offers freedom for thought, spirituality and helps people 'gain higher morals' which..Communists don't necessarily agree with.
A sort of Gestapo has been formed in China, there are concentration camps where those who practice Falun Dafa are held captive, brainwashed, tortured to death with their bodies BURNED to relieve evidence. There have been 2,932 confirmed deaths, meaning there are many more unaccounted for.


http://falundafa.org/
http://www.faluninfo.net/
http://www.clearwisdom.net/emh/index.html

in the words of my god, my goddess: STAND UP, SPEAK OUT, STRIKE BACK

i am a sick man.

i have trouble sleeping, a soft sleep...there weren't many bodies hanging around here, not as many as i'd hoped for.

the day is opening its eyes.
i still feel like shit, after sleeping all day...and waking to nothing...sleeping and waking to yearning.

i am a sick man.

an empty man.

this loneliness is fleeting, wrap your arms around me now, for it shouldn't be long and i will not soon forget it...
i will not soon forget it.

i had better not branch out like once before, tea makes the soul a rich and vivid garden, all those roots i'd dug up and chopped into pieces. and they grew back, but they grew far from me. i met a woman on my way home the other night, with shocking hair and a silent smile. she reminded me of gloria swanson.

where am i going?

home.

a titter somewhere behind me, perhaps a rat. why?

why what?

why are you going home?

nothing else to do. i walked.

i haven't cried in months. it's been a while since i've last sinned with flesh other than my own; laying in the bed of a woman i'd met online, she'd only wanted me for my cock, she had problems deeper than my own. i sought to fix her, but she wouldn't even let me try. her short hair falling over her face as she fought demons in her sleep, i watched her. she'd made me happy, only temporary. i cried when i had to leave her, ended up in a bar with my face planted in a pile of ashes. We live in a beautiful world.
she hasn't spoken much to me since, busy with modeling i guess, she's also a writer. I sometimes wish i hadn't said so much to her, i never let people know too much, they tend too quickly to enjoy the possibility of deception, funny concepts people are.
i've caused too much trouble on the inside.
the emptiness hasn't resided much, my hands are still tough, i guess that still makes me a man. i clear my throat and stretch...there's a certain way to connect to another being. if i ever figure it out, i'll let you know the way to it all. my head hurts slightly. i crack my knuckles and walk outside.

how does one go about purchasing the world?
mirror my soul, i looked at my reflection and watched the deformation.


i am a sick woman, following the secrets in the looking glass. i've worked up a sweat thinking about all the lovers i've crushed and shredded, feeding them to the revolutionaries in france. for some reason, i know the looking glass has a much better view, someday when i am not so ill, i should like to visit every one on the other side of it. I'd felt his hair in my hands and his head in my lap. i looked down at his sleeping face and smiled, you're just another body in my bed, won't you stay for a little while? i should think my arms and legs will become tired and cold after you've turned the fire down.

i can see the behaviorisms in my self...saviors and -isms never quite suited my fancy. 'either that wallpaper goes or i do.' i closed my eyes, waiting for you to recognize my beauty, for i am sure i am beautiful. and one of these days, one of those bodies will stay. i promise myself. i think this fragile and serene morning [mourning] air will fill my lungs and i cannot wait to breathe fresh again.

come quick, i have to share my pain with you, i have to show you why such things don't matter, in certain intervals, in certain areas and situations. i caught Ishtar at my window once, pushing my crooks and limbs this way and that, explaining why posture and installtion could help me rule the world. 'i'd just wanted that carcass to stay for a longer period of time,' i say to her.

well, don't show them the world just yet, let them linger.

do i have to let it linger?

yes.

and i didn't know much else to say, so i sighed. 'i used to run these streets, i used to own this world,'i tell her,'but i'm trying to sell it to a man as lonely as me.'


i am a sick woman.

as first posted by a friend of mine, Kendra:
I'm chillin' at the food court at the mall with my homegirls. We ain't talkin' 'bout much. Just makin' small talk. "Reggie so fine." and "Brian is soo cute!" When one of my girls drops a controversial line.

"I wish guys would quit lookin' at me like sex meat, I am NOT a blow-up doll. I am a WOMAN." We chant, "Right on sista!" and go on our merry way.

Now we sittin' on the benches, feet sore from walkin' up and down the mall. Sick of lookin' at the same folk twenty-five times. Then, I begin to observe the people and everyone knows that the mall is the best place to go people watching. What I observe disgusts me, yet intrigues me.

Women strutting down the mall in tops too small and jeans too tight. Swingin' they hips left and right. However, this isn't what intrigues me the most. Its the male-female interaction. Of course, the guys are yellin' obscene and suggestive remarks.
"Yo baby, let me love you long time." or "Girl, you need to jump on this d*ck." and the best of them all "Oooh, suckey, suckey five dolla!"

The girls roll their eyes and shuffle off in six-inch heels they can barely wear. Friend-girl's previous statement pops back to mind. You want a guy to look at you more than a 7/11 coochie? Try puttin' some clothes. Stop showing off what you got. Ever heard of modesty? Try it. It didn't kill The Virgin Mary and it won't kill you.

Girls talkin' about they got class, but whenever you bend over I see yo ass. Someone should tell you that wearing "Sunday" panties on a thursday ain't cute or appealing.



<3 Peace be upon you.

her mood is: enlightened...i see her as far from it..


my response:

meh..i'm kind of half with you half not on this. silly how in order for women to not be GAWKED at we have to moderate our clothing. i think it's ridiculous to make such a statement. sometimes people feel beautiful and feel like showing a bit, granted, there is a limit...but to say that EVERYONE should fucking dress like a nun to get respect? ridiculous. respect does not come in the
form of material objects; it comes through recognizing a human being, it's faults, it's strengths and it's weaknesses.

basically, what you just said was that if we want to be respected, we have to change who we are on the outside. look at women through history, we are always looked at as "deviants", lustful, mischievous because of eve, because of lilith, because of delilah, because of salome., herodias (who was "adulterous")...(i could go on forever...i honestly could) who were all treated strangely because of their position in society, they have paved the way for women today in a sense because half the fuckin world are bible-riding filthy fucks.

it depends on how one carries oneself, on one's attitude...


basically, your theory could be applied to: if women don't want to get raped, they shouldn't go to parties, they shouldn't wear certain clothes and they shouldn't wear certain makeup. BULLSHIT. you're creating a wall, i'm not sure if you've noticed but to put us in a category that says, if we act like this and this and this, we won't have to deal with that and that and that...it doesn't necessarily work that way.

a man can stare the fuck out of me while i'm wearing jeans and a t-shirt (and no, not tight ones either), and he will still insist on telling me how much i'd like his cock...people are people, it has NOTHING to do with material objects, merely the subliminal messages being sent to them on a day-to-day basis and whether or not they heed these silly fucking messages.


/end side note.


i must say, i was disappointed in her, she's a smart kid, but in my opinion, that was NOT a smart observation, just another cog in the backwards-ass-societal workings.

i am grateful for it all.

get over yourself. honestly, go whine to those people who "aren't on here and understand you."

to find out that over the past couple of days my friend robbi's situation got tougher. a paypal account was created for him because at the moment, he is homeless. yeah...homeless. what bullshit!! any money will help. he's a great guy.
for robbi:: He is homeless, please help my buddy out!!!

but HOLY FUCK, i LOVE THIS SONG!