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I agree. It's just like in Iraq, we put Saddam up as a dictator because we didn't like the previous guy. Now the media pretends we never supported him, etc. Anyway, peace is possible if people just let go of fear.

coolness homie.

yeah I just finished hitchhikers. It's one of the funniest books I've ever read. you can tell that the movie would be worse (even though I haven't seen it) because many of the jokes can only be made in book form. See what I'm saying? Dat's the way it works, homie. 5/5

just try to forgive the person and be nice to her and maybe she'll be nice back.

thanks for all the info. I'm probably never to going to charge my current subscribers because right now it's just a newsletter. BUT, eventually, like I said I'll probably turn it into a zine later. I'm also thinking of using recycled paper eventually, which will probably cost much more too. Anyway, he reason I don't want to do a zine online is because...well...it's more traditional or something. I'm recieved responses from some of the people that get it saying it's better to get it through the mail. Besides, when reading from paper you absorb more stuff than from a computer. heh.

this is what i see:is there a god? no.Why are we here: For no reason. We're here for the same reason snails and plants are here. To live. We humans seem to think that we should rule over everything though, which is wrong. You gots to live with nature, eh? We are nature. see what im saying?

cool shtuff homie, even though i never do any 3d stuff. heh heh.

people tried to have a 13 year old foster girl give birth after she was raped in florida. that's going too far. They said she wasn't capable of making decsions, which was dumb. Eventually though, with the help of some organizations she was allowed to have the abortion.

Sorry to hear that wassie. sorry about your friend too liquid fusion.

I've never been to anywhere in Britain. I guess they have more cameras than over in dah US? lets hope we're not dead by 2030. Someone will probably start a nuclear war for no reason and get everyone killed. Besides, it's obvious that Bush's plan is to try to "create" the rapture. I don't believe in that, but he's trying to end the world. Of course, while he's ending the world, he lets his rich buddies take over the country.(and other countries too. ) check out this very weird rapture site, by the way: http://www.raptureready.com/ . what the hell are they trying to prove with their timeline central? That all these events are causing the world to end? Abortion is causing the rapture!? scary stuff.

i used to stereotype for real stupid things like if someone wasn't vegetarian I would think they were mean and stuff. Kind of dumb.kids on my bus scream at hasidics and stuff, its evil. Some of them tell stories about how they threw rocks at Hasidics walking by. And tons of people in my school make fun of mexicans too, for no reason.

The repetition reminds me of the lyrics of slave sprirituals, where they repeat things as they work to the beat. see what I'm saying? wat genre is this supposed to be?

i don't like all christian music, but I like African American Gospel/spirituals. Some of the best music out there. Anyone ever heard of Washington Phillips? Great gospel singer.

cool image homie. blueness!

oh yeah Cutenews is great for that but I mean actual zines, not on the computer. see what im saying, homie? I mean like people sign up and they get sent thru the mail.

yesh. ill check brave new world out homie

has anyone here ever made a zine? How exactly do you produce them? print out paper and staple it? j/k.I may make a zine or a magazine later when i'm older (right now I have a little known one page newsletter thing that reaches 40 peoples :-P ), and I'm just wondering if anyone has any experience and can give some insight. heh.

see thats where i disagree. Life isn't supposed to be easy. Life is life, and it's good that way. see what i'm saying? computers, phones, etc are all right, but having robots get our food or doing the garden for us is going to far. then you just end up doing repetitive activities like doing treadmills instead of actually doing anything.

everyone's probably read this book. what's your opinions. The US (and other countries) are turning into something like the world in 1984. yeauh. I was watching Daily Show a few days ago on comedy central, where one of the "correspondents" was talking to some public relations type guy about making things sound better. He was saying all these bad phrases that a company or whatever may be accused of and the guy was saying the near opposite to make it sound good. At the end the "correspondent" said the word "Orwellian" and the guy just stared at him. It's the the concept "doublethink" in 1984. yup. everyone read it if u didnt already.

cool. one of my friends has been to Japan and told me that it was like a different world, unlike other places he's been to. The only things I've read about Japan were Akira Kurosawa's description of it when he was a kid in his autobiography (greatest book ever), and a semi-kid's book by Burton Holmes. Do you think most places there are conforming into something like the US? i don't know, i've never been there so i might not know what the hell i'm talking about.

yeah you're right. Most religions are the same. Anyone ever read any Joseph Campbell books? He compares religions/myths and shows how similar everything is. Check out this Zen story about Christianity and Buddhism and their similarities: http://users.rider.edu/~suler/zenstory/christbudha.html show that to whoever's buggin you about your religion.

good stuff homie. If you ever record it post the mp3, ya know?

TEMPLE BELL: The distant sound of the temple bell?Azul continued along the pebble road. Every few seconds he would kick the pebbles and stones. He was approaching the marketplace. A dog was licking his bloody leg near a large, grey pile of stones. It looked nice enough. Azul scratched the dog?s head. It didn?t respond at all. It just kept licking the leg. Azul shrugged and kept walking. ?What a strange dog,? he thought to himself, ?I wonder how it hurt it?s leg.? He looked back, but could not see the dog. It was sitting silently aside the rock, probably in deep pain. ?Funny thing about animals,? Azul said aloud, ?they don?t feel any pain.? He remembered his grandma said that. Must?ve got stuck in his mind. He knew plenty of animals who showed pain. He reached the highest point on the path. Something feels funny on his arm. Pulling his toga away from his arm, he found the cause of the itch. His sunburned skin was peeling off slowly. He scratched it, and watched the white flakes fall down to the pebbles. It was addicting. The whole way to the market he scratched and rubbed the flakes off. The temple bell rang once more. It was an hour since he met that dog, and there were still flakes peeling off his arm, after the constant scratching. Perhaps some water would relieve the annoying itch for a while. He waved to a friend passing by, then sat down next to the fountain, sighing. The water was bluish green, and thick. Azul put his arm into the pool surrounding the statue fountain. It was freezing cold. The shock from the water soon disappeared, but it remained cold. He tried to think of something to black out the ?pain,? but trying just made him think of the coldness more. Alas, he couldn?t take it anymore. After drying his arm, the itch returned immediately. Oh well. SSSHARABA! --- An arrow whizzed by and shot an old man in the back. Down he went. Then another arrow appeared from behind Azul and went straight through a lady?s side. Azul sat there, dumbfounded. All the arrows going by sounded like a weird musical symphony. WHIZ. After about a couple 100 people had died, Azul made up his mind to leave his village. He may not make it out alive, but that wouldn?t matter much. Now that his whole family was dead. Most likely. Ahhh. After stretching for a minute among the catastrophe, he strolled nonchalantly to the Corot Lake, the town?s water source. Hmmmmm. Something across the water on the other side? What?s that? Azul grabbed his boat that was resting near the lake and started to paddle with his hands. He began to whistle an old tune his grandma taught him. He whistled it to the pink ostriches and sloths in the forest. There were Three Logs lined upAgainst the Morning BackgroundThey were cut last NightFor Display in the private yardRow Towards the LandIn the DawnOn your Finished Cherry-wood BoatThe last verse repeated two times. The memory of his grandma singing it made him shiver violently?The cool morning breeze before death. Yeah his grandma told him that too. Now he could see clearly what was at the other side of the lake. It was the leader of the Army, accompanied by five men. One aimed his bow and arrow and shot Azul in the shoulder. The shooter had a weak, fatigued, but happy expression on his face. Azul continued rowing, with blood pouring from his right shoulder. Slowly, it filled his small boat. The general and his five men stared at him, waiting for him to reach the land. Finally, Azul stepped off the boat, pushed it aside, and approached the men. While staring into their eyes, he quickly removed the arrow and handed it to the general, never blinking. ?I know what will happen next,? said Azul. ?You are going to point an arrow into my face, build up enough suspense, then release it into my pale skin?.Yes? That is what you are going to do, right?? Azul scratched his ear. ?Yes,? spoke the general. ?Mm. So why are you attacking my village?? ?Don?t know.? Azul stared at him. The general looked down, trying to avoid his glance. ?Aahem.? The general gave one of the men a nudge. ?Beeeegin.? Azul?s little black pupils were reflecting the light of the sun. ?Shoot him.? The mist behind Azul made the village hardly visible. Sweet smell of lavender. But how did he know what lavender smelled like? ?Kill him you son of a *BLEEP*.? The soldier raised the bow and arrow. ?Yeah, I was just wondering, before I die, why did you attack my village?? ?Why are ya getting so nervous, sir?? the solider asked the General. ?I don?t know, happens?sometimes.? His hands began to sweat. ?Take him over there and kill him.? ?Wait, I ant to see what he has to say first.? After a brief period of awkward silence, Azul restated the question. ?So why did you attack the village?? Finally the general responded, ?Gold.? ?Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah,? said Azul. ?OK.? He nodded slightly. Both the general and the men had nearly forgotten that pale young man in front of them had been shot with an arrow. His whole toga was soaked in blood. ?So, what are you going to use the gold for?? ??? The general?s eyes widened. ??? ??? ??? ??? ??? ??S..? ?What?? mumbled the soldier. ?Shoot him.? ?SHHHRRABA!? The arrow went threw his thigh. ?What did you shoot him there for?? ?Sorry sir. Thought you liked when they die slower.? Azul attempted to pull it out, but only snapped it in half. Standing up straight, he walked to his boat, pushed it forward, and rowed slowly toward the opposite end. Eventually, the winds took his place, so he lay down, facing the standing figures of the six men. His future killer waved and smiled, and Azul managed a weak smiled back. The BLUE SKY. The FLAMING BIRDS. FALLING DOWN. DISSAPEARED. MORE COME. SURREAL IRREAL. He was hardly alive. The sky was blue, and the sun bright. It hurt his eyes, but he could not look away. Perhaps he could have if he wanted to, though. He closed his eyes and the image of the injured dog came to his mind. The queer dog licking his gashed leg. The pain of his two wounds now began to become much more apparent. Aside the rock, the maroon colored dog licked the gash repeatedly in his mind. Yes, there was pain. And the sky was blue. And the water was green with his weak reflection. And the water shimmered when the blood from his shoulder dripped into the lake. And all animals show no pain. By two hours poor Azul was still alive, stuck in the middle of the small lake, with no wind pushing him on.--- When his grandma used to sing the old tune she played a oddly shaped circular instrument. You went ?pluck? on the three strings with your thumbs, and the vibrations echoed in the hole. It was so beautiful it made goosebumps shudder his face. -- It was all right dying in the boat. It was all right. THE END.

yeah, well, its sounds kind of corny when you explain it. This guy sees an ad in a paper that says - Students needed. Must have a desire to save the world. When he gets to the office, there's an ape there and he starts to talk to them. Most of the book is them trying to understand how to fix the world. For example, they suggest such topics as overpopulation, civilization vs. non-civilized, etc. It's really good and it inspires you to try to help some world problems. It's by Daniel Quinn. Check it out, homie.

too bad about your mp3 player. just remember its only a material possession, see what im saying? yeah man.