SuburbanalCuts

yup. :-P

thx. i find your music extremely corny, so, whats ya gonna do, see what i'm saying?

i usually draw really fast on the computer. I don't know, I kind of like them. But saying they suck is mean. here's drawings i made off the computer to compare (cept for the last one): - an abstract. - Acrylic.

heh. thanks. I don't know. Comfortable Positions was all improf and singing about nothing. the instruments for Manifest Destiny, believe it or not, is one of those New Years blowing things, and guitar. New Years blowing things can make different pitches. :-P I never really put a copyright on it. Maybe I should. It kind of sucks when I'm making a mix of all these songs and I can't sell it because everything's copyrighted, so I'll just let people use this music if they want for a while.

i dont get dat many sales, but I like making these CDs homies. Heres some links to mp3s of my songs. My new cd is out on my page, Cool Man Blues. Comfortable Positions Manifest Destiny Black Horse Reily if you want to hear more, I'll post them.

i donated some money to the buddhist vihara to help the victims. Heres an article about the tsunami: http://www.bruderhof.com/en/voices-blog

k. i used a tablet.

well, ya see i got this one account, scgames, and i want to make another page with trap 17. My bro will post with one username and me with the other. Is this ok or nots?

damn! that things pretty good!!! thanks homie.

You should make a book homie, of dah poems. I like the first one alot but not the second as much. I don't know, I think I find it too kiddish or something. But it's still coo.

Yeah, i'm making this Role playing game on flash and shtuff called Idavonace. It's like with samurais. yup. :-P I'm kind of trying to make the houses look japanese but dey look kind of not. heh heh. here are some backgrounds I made for the game in photoshop. :-) keep in mind im only 13 so they're not dah cooest.

I seeeee. I dunno. Maybe if I get it self published I just put a link where to buy it at my site. The authors at Lulu say the quality is great. yuuuup.

ever look for an mp3 of a song on a search engine, then the only results are websites that want money for the MP3s or some scam thing where they just insert the name of the song onto the search result and its not really at the site? Yeah me too... :-p . What are some good MP3 sites? http://www.comfortstand.com/ is pretty cool. That's pretty much the only one I've found.

DRUMSET!!!! yehahahaahyehaha! YES!!! yay. I also gots a harmonica and "The Ladykillers" (the OLD version) DVD.And acrylics.and canvases. it was pretty coo man, pretty coo.

has anyone ever used lulu (lulu.com) ?It looks good but if I'm going to make a book should i actually be published by a publisher or self publish like lulu offers?also, does anyone reccomend lulu to start self publishing?

yeah i like support the troops and stuff, buti dont agree what george is making them do, homies. Remember, there are also soldiers over there who don't like what they're doing. You knows what I mean?? http://forums.xisto.com/no_longer_exists/ check check check it!

yup. im going to make this book with all dah short stories and poems and stuff. noice noice! The mint green trees swayed back and forth during twilight. 3 men were walking steadily up the hill. Their heads were pointed towards the ground, and they were breathing heavily from exhaustion. Just that moment, a young child and two women passed them, walking silently in the opposite direction down the hill. When the young boy looked back, the threee men were barely visible, as they continued their trek up the slope. A light drizzle began. The oldest of the men stuffed his cracker in his shirt that he was eating. ?Put on your hats. It?s starting to rain,? he grumbled. The shower?s intensity increased. It was now pouring down faster. ?Let us take a rest,? said the youngest of the three. They all crawled silently into a small cave to their right. The whirring sound of the downpour calmed all of their minds and put them to sleep for the night. When they awoke, the old man?s crackers had been stolen. ?My crackers!? he exclaimed. ?The only thing to fill our stomach,? said the middle aged man. ?We must hunt for food for now until we arrive at the Pass.? ?Good thinking. I will fetch a stick,? said the older man. With that, he stood up ad hobbled out of the cave. ?I will look for any antelope tracks, or perhaps gazelle. You stay here and guard the money, son,? said the middle aged man. ?Yes,? said the youngest man. He relaxed against the smooth cave interior. The rain had now died down almost completely. The rim of the cave opening still dripped with water. Birds were chirping outside in the nearby forest. From the cave, the young man watched a little red and white striped bird hop from branch to branch, cocking it?s head every few seconds. As he watched this, a strange thing occoured. He felt a sudden spark of fear and anxiety. His body let out shivers repeatedly. His eyes shot from side to side in an unknowing desperation to get away from something. The bird ran in front of him let out a quirky yelp as it was pounced upon by a larger bird, this one with long talons and a black coat. The longer bird grabbed his victim and faced it away from the young man?s view. Succeeding this instance, a few moments later, the young man experienced three hallucinations. The first was of an old lady dressed with a robe holding a small orange clay sculpted head. IT WAS FRESH FROM THE KILM. She welcomed an invisible guest to meet the young man. There was no one else there but she kept pointing to someone! Without the young man noticing, she was replaced by a red demon head. This was the second hallucination. His sharp interlocked teeth were revealed. The young man gasped and rolled over on his side. But the demon face was imprinted in his mind. He opened his eyes but didn?t sit up. He could feel the presence of something above him. He waited for three hours, then turned his body slowly. The demon face was still there, but upon him looking at it, it vanished. The final hallucination was of the head of a fisherman. He has a blank expression on his face. After staring dumbly into space for 10 minutes, the fisherman began to speak. The way he talked was just as bleak and monotonous as his expression. His beady eyes looked on past the young man as he spoke. ?DID YOU READ THE NEW BOOK. IT?S CALLED THE WORLD IN BRACE. DID YOU.? Something about the way he talked struck the young man?s mind deeply. He was terrified. ?RELAX AND LISTEN TO YOUR THOUGHTS. How was your day.? ?Speak of fishing! Speak of fishing! Talk about fish!? screamed the young man. ?IN THE MORNING, I CAUGHT SEVEN FISH AS THE SUN ROSE.? ?Get away,? said the young man. ?YOU ARE THE MY CAT.? ?I don?t understand what you?re talking about. Stop putting voices in my head, you *bottom*!? screamed the young man. The fisherman?s beady eyes looked down at him. Then he was gone. Now it was over. The young man was depressed. He tried in vain to make sense of his prior hallucinations. He knew they were fake, but they all scared him and puzzled him enough that he would be scarred for life. The red and white striped bird was no more?he could see the black bird swallowing it?s legs now. Poor red and white bird. * Finally, his father and the old man returned, just as the rain began to pour again. They had caught an antelope! The two of them slowly placed the giant animal onto the ground of the cave. ?It?s a good thing we arrived before the rain picked up,? said the middle aged man. ?Yes,? said the youngest man. The young man plucked a piece of meat from the leg and began telling his story of the hallucination. ?First I saw an old lady, perhaps 65 years. She came up to me, and introduced me to something that wasn?t there.? ?Mmm Hmm,? his father sounded interested. But the old man said, ?I don?t care about things that happened in your mind. You?re just wasting your time expounding on your thoughts because you?re afraid and upsessed with them. You just want people to know about them so you?ll be at ease. The only way you?ll understand your hallucinations and stop being afraid of them is if you cease caring about them.? ?But I do care about them!? protested the young man. ?You do,? replied the old man. ?Shut up and let him talk,? said his father. The old man rubbed his forehead and walked out of the cave. ?Hold on son- what are you doing?! It?s pouring rain! Get in the cave!? yelled the middle aged man. ?I?m going to take a walk.? And so the old man walked. He walked past the forest, past the remains of the temple. He hobbled towards the small creek, only a foot wide. The rain had stopped, and the sun was just beginning to show through the clouds. There was a dresh smell all around. The old man?s knees cracked as he bent down to stare at the little creek. The blades of grass swayed back and forth at the bottom. ?This is a small creek,? the old man though to himself. * In the morning they found the old man?s body. It looked as though he was sleeping. ?Help me lift him up,? said the father. The two brought the old man?s body to the waterfall and, after a prayer, threw him off. THE END

yeah i dont really kill anything unless it's like harmful or something maybe. The war on insects using pescticides is dumb though. They do kill the bugs that harm the crops, but they also give tons of chemicals to humans and the good bugs.

i agree that hating racists is kind of the same thing as being racist. Being mean is being mean, you know what I'm saying? But you could probably stop people from being racist if you teach them compassion and stuff.

aeehehe. I don't know about this post. Who cares about accents. You shouldn't make any predjudices on any group of people. Then when you meet a southerner or whatever you have a thing in your mind telling you that most of them are bad. See what im saying?

cool. that burning village drawin' is awesome. keeps dah ups dah goods dah works.

One Straw Revolution by Masanobu Fukuoka.

pretty cool man, pretty cool.

whoa dats pretty coo man.

thx. you're sites are pretty cool stuff. but i dont get the beautifies thing. You sell "names?" Me don't understand. Cool layout at stuff. cept' the writings pretty small. :-)