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Red Thread Push
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Do not question the contents,
or the road on which we walk,
The celestial vision, or the exuberant talk.
Language to the universe,
Speaking the actions,
dying for words of uninterrupted distractions.
Overlooking the minds functions,
straight to the point, the road on which we travel,
leads to pursue and shows us the view....
to which our infancy already knew,
instinctive knowledge, vast and askew,
soon they departed.
It was inspired, this red thread,
which lead.....
Us to vicious praise,
leaving behind the essence,
of negatively charged days.
Pushing it we shall obtain,
what once did remain,
hearing child like happiness of the same,
only now shall we comprehend and begin to name.
This luminous wonder, wills me to bow,
only to be taught, what was once known and how.
The innocence is so pure, and it is the connections we learn,
as we grow it is the intellect that results in the burn.... the loss.
My brothers fight the feeling, too scared to let it go,
if they would just allow the fear to encapsulate,
instead of hide and as a result, forcefully defenestrate.
My love grows more, and the more I endure, the more love spawns,
and the more I endure, the more my heart expands and my love turns pure.
Atom upon atom, I place my soul in a precise point in time,
spinning the positive, while directing my mind.
Weary to avoid and observe, only the effects I can view and curve.
My heart imprints its mark, and as you try and catch your breath,
your eyes open offering thanks, to the sub mental death....
...and your trans celestial birth.
Your free to be, who ever you see.
And when I help you to the mirror, keep in your soul that it wasn't me.
Give thanks for you, its you; and you live only for you, because you and only you will ever have the will to will it to.
Your decisions are in your hands, not the hands of any other deity or man,
put that in your pipe and understand you control, and hold the upper hand.
Live at your will, and do not blame the circumstance, or chance.
React with that, only never to look back.
The red thread was merely a tool,
you made the push, you made the fool.
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If you have ass cancer from the previous nights liquor and McDonalds intake, DO NOT let some raunchy ass stench creep out your asshole in the Elevator. EVEN if no one is on the elevator, dont do it, cause luck will have it that Ill be getting on at the next floor.
Thanks.
AJ
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So you have a Linux Live CD, but it doesnt have that particular
program you need to have and you must edit the CD. Just to make it interesting, we are going to do it all by command line, including
burning the ISO to cdrom:
EXTRACT CD:
1) Boot up a Linux Box (I used WhiteBox Enterprise with 2.4.21-27 kern)
2) Insert CD into CDROM
3) mkdir /cdiso
4) cp -av /mnt/cdrom/* /cdiso
EXTRACT and EDIT INITRD.IMG (The Linux Filesystem)
5) mkdir /cdinitimg
6) find the initrd.gz or initrd.img in /cdiso
7) gunzip -c /cdiso/isolinux/initrd.img > /cdinitimg/initrd.img
- believe it or not the image is compressed
8) cd /cdinitimg
9) mdkir point
10) mount initrd.img point -o loop
11) mkdir /cdimgextract
12) cp -av /cdinitimg/point/* /cdimgextract
13) umount /cdinitimg/point
14) rm -rf /cdinitimg
15) make any changes you need to the initrd.img in /cdimgextract
REMAKE MODIFIED INITRD.IMG
16) mkdir /cdinitrd
17) dd if=/dev/zero of=initrd.img bs=1k count=60960
18) mke2fs -i 1024 -b 1024 -m 5 -F -v initrd.img
19) mount initrd.img cdinitrd -t ext2 -o loop
20) cp -av /cdimgextract/* /cdinitrd
21) umount /cdinitrd
22) gzip --best initrd.img
23) cp initrd.img /cdiso/isolinux/
24) rm -rf /cdinitrd
25) rm -rf /cdimgextract
REMAKE MODIFIED ISO
26) cd /cdiso
27) use this shell script:
-note: you may have to edit it a little to fit your ISO.
#!/bin/bash
# make the new iso and put in root.
mkisofs -o /new.iso -b isolinux/isolinux.bin \
-c isolinux/boot.cat -no-emul-boot -boot-load-size 4 \
-boot-info-table -J -R -V disks .
#
28) now you have a new ISO named new.iso in your / directory
BURN THE NEW ISO IMAGE
29) eject the old cd, and pop in a blank
- make sure you have cdrecord
30) cdrecord -v -pad speed=1 dev=0,0,0 /new.iso
NOTE: For the record, I had to edit a G4U CD to add dolly client
(a peer to peer client for clustering) for a project here at work.
This is the documentational(?) output.
#EOF
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Ok, so I dont really miss my wisdom teeth. Hell, I feel liberated from them. Even in the facade of swollen cheeks, and a mush diet, I can feel my molars streatching out and yawning for the first time in a couple of years. It feels good. The soup isnt bad either, as long as you have a plentiful supply of Campbells Recipe #026, Mexican Enchilada and Tortilla (rock \m/).
So, if your putting it off. Quit. Get on the chocolate pudding, and the 12 different fruit sauces diet, and liberate your teeth.
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Throught my High School/College life, I was always partying till the early hours, and waking up in the next day during the late ones. Ohh how I do not miss those days. I woke up this morning at 5:00 am, made myself some coffee, started the CNN news, read slashdot, and fark. And if I wanted (had I not gotten laid last night), I would even have time to jack off. Without interuption.
The point is, I have relaxing time with myself. Time when the outside world is still in check waiting to move. I might not have crickets, but I can hear what few cars are scrambling about on the Geroge Bush Tollway.
It is always nice to slow down once in awhile. It becomes even more eloquent, and enjoyable as you get older. It helps time slow down so you can enjoy yourself. In my opinion we move way to fast these days. There is no more stopping to smell the roses, we would rather speed by, and hope to catch a whiff.
With all this extra time to think, I got a story to share:
My wife, kid, Lucas and I were all at the mall picking out my wife a new anniversary ring (and me a xbox). While we were at the jewlery store, Coral (my daughter) tells looks to Lucas and says "Come sit next to me, big boy". Seeing how I dont think Lucas has ever been flirted with by a 2 1/2 year old, he turned bright red. Im talking redder than a tomato. So now Lucas is "Big Boy", and has even named one of her dolls after him: Big Boy Lucas. If you talk to Lucas tell him Coral says "Hi Big Boy", and watch how red he gets.
MORE:
I called the cops yesterday on a black couple for the hell of it pretty much. We were driving down the road, and I noticed a maroon piece of shit Honda occupied by a black couple. They were speeding along at a fast rate when they passed me. I noticed the passenger was holding a newborn baby (racial additive: they were black). I could really give a shit the majority of the time (i dont mind a little population control), but the guy looked right at me when they passed, and he knew I was going to NARC(tm). It was a nice stress reliever to fuck someone over like that. I hope CPS takes away the kid.
CONCLUSION:
Lately I have felt alot like kicking someone in the fucking adams apple. First person that gives me an excuse, ANY excuse, they better hope they can defend themselves, cause Im getting shotty on their ass. So much for peaceful time.
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Three things that I enjoy:
1) Pissing after sex. (I wouldnt know about pissing during sex)
2) Puking after drinking a little too much. (BLECHHFFFFFF!)
3) Having a smoke right after filling your stomach.
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I think I am growing fragile in my ever withering age.
It was 10 years ago that I began my dance with mind altering drugs. I was 13 at the time, and visiting a few of my older friends that lived down the road. We use to scarf down Dr. Pepper like it was nothing. It was one of these burnt maroon aluminum containers that would forever change my life.
I was handed a Dr. Pepper that unknowingly to myself contained quite a few drops of liquid LSD. I was in the dark on the mamtter for about 45 minutes when suddenly I was no longer in the dark... I WAS IN THE LIGHT! Atleast thats what I really thought. With a perma grin on my face, I was light, the essence of. Little did I know, the lights I was suddenly basking in, and had adored for what seemed like an eternity (only about 2 minutes) were actually the headlights of the parental vehicle. My friends scooped me up, and we went out back to the grove of trees to smoke some weed. At this moment, I realized something was up when they told me we were smoking weed to "calm me down". At that point, I really didnt care. I was feeling awesome, I couldnt stop laughing, and all the lines in space that looked like they were weaving through a fabric of gone were becoming me. So I hit the pot.
Once we headed back in the first thing I witnessed as I walked through the back door was Jack (the father). That tubby lard of ass resembled a rollie pollie in trowsers. Immediately the resemblence gave birth to a roaring hysterical laughter, that I just couldnt stop. Ohh yea, everyone knew they were busted, except me cause I really didnt care at the moment. I had just dropped acid for the first time (which I still didnt know what was going on at this point), and smoked pot for the first time, what did I know? I might not have known, but Jack sure as hell did. I watched, curlled in a ball in the corner as the spectecle unfolded in front of me all the while laughing uncontrollably... the saga.
That was 10 years ago. TEN frickin drug fueled, fear and loathing entwined, mass psychosis years. Since then, I have done a plethora of uppers, downers, hallucinagins?, opiates, you name it. From mescaline (peyote), to $4000 in coke (in almost 3 months) up the vein. Why am I still alive you ask? Shit if I know. I do know that at this point in my life, I really cant stand getting drunk, I cant stand coke, or any other mind altering drug except good ole marijuana. And I am still fighting with that as an addiction.
Addiction gives birth to mayhem,
God Damn Junkie.
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