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  • Gambling for Second
    Chance

    My hands were still clamped in
    prayer as I let go
    Dancing dice with white dresses stained with black
    holes
    They needed patching, as well as my damned soul

    Was the black
    cloth what I was searching for
    With religion to sew the deeds my morals
    wore
    A holy seamstress hesitated to tend to my snags
    Pages of the bible
    stapled to my barbaric rags
    But as I took each step, His word peeled
    off
    As if he was christening the very path I walked

    But No…

    I
    dared to look behind, and see the pages disappear
    Cowering in the cracks,
    crumpled out of fear

    What does this mean…

    Hands pressed in prayer,
    wind stripping me of spirituality
    I prayed to be haunted, Holy Spirit grace
    my morality

    My hands were still clamped in prayer as I let go
    Dancing
    dice with white dresses stained with black holes

    Denied a second chance
    at life, denied his affection

    One page remained…

    Ripping off the
    page, in frustration of rejection
    Eyeing one word, a second chance at life,
    your resurrection

    I never saw the dice touch the
    floor.

  • As the world turnz, cp spread like germz.

    Some Genius took the iPod ad and made iStreet. (t-shirts)





    Something's wrong with my Xanga.. and i can quite figure out what the
    problem is. People ..cool people on Mozilla Firefox can give me props
    only. Internet explorer users cant even see entry time/e-propz.
    ghey....

  • this nigga got owned.

    The Xanga whore i am, i was looking around xanga and this caught my attention. and yes it was one good hell of a laugh.
    His name is Harry.. Harry Wang.... lol
    This was posted on


    Thursday, April 14, 2005

    on a typical week, i usually get about three of these 'friend' requests on thefacebook:


    and to think that every time it happens, i feel a slight sense of guilt and uncertainty..as if i had callously forgotten
    who they were while they were all excited about re-uniting with a long
    lost friend. 

    i guess it never gets old.  or it does, but i can't rid of
    it.  it's like .. oxygen.  but wait...then harry wang must be
    like love, because love is like oxygen, too.

    well, then that makes me feel good.  because everyone loves harry wang.  harry wang is love.



  • Sike.

  • READ


    Lessons on the road to success.



    Corporate Lesson ..1

    A man is getting into the shower just as his wife is finishing up her

    shower when the doorbell rings. After a few seconds of arguing over
    which one should go and answer the doorbell, the wife gives up, quickly
    wraps herself up in a towel and runs downstairs. When she opens the
    door, there stands Bob, the next door neighbor. Before she could say a
    word, Bob says, "I'll give you $800 to drop that towel that you have
    on." After thinking for a moment, the woman drops her towel and stands
    naked in front of Bob. After a few seconds, Bob hands her 800 dollars
    and leaves. Confused, but excited about her good fortune, the woman
    wraps back up in the towel and goes back upstairs. When she gets back
    to the bathroom, her husband asks from the shower, "Who was that?"

    "It was Bob the next door neighbor," she replies. "Great!" the husband says, "Did he say anything about the $800 he owes me?"




    Moral of the story:

    If you share critical information pertaining to credit and risk with

    your shareholders in time, you may be in a position to prevent avoidable exposure.








    Corporate Lesson ..2

    A priest was driving along and saw a nun on the side of the road. He
    stopped and offered her a lift which she accepted. She got in and
    crossed her legs, forcing her habit to open and reveal a lovely leg.
    The priest had a look and nearly had an accident. After controlling the
    car, he stealthily slid his hand up her leg. The nun looked at him and
    immediately said "Father, remember Psalm 129?" The priest was flustered
    and apologized profusely. He forced himself to remove his hand.
    Changing gear, he let his hand slide up her leg again. The nun once
    again said, "Father, Psalm 129?" Once again the priest apologized,
    "Sorry, Sister, but the flesh is weak." Arriving at the convent, the
    nun got

    out gave him a meaningful glance and went on her way. Upon his arrival
    at the church, the priest rushed to retrieve a bible and looked up
    Psalm 129. It Said, "Go forth and seek, further up, you will find
    glory."




    Moral of the story:

    If you are not well informed in your job, you might miss a great opportunity.








    Corporate Lesson ..3

    A sales representative, an administration clerk, and the manager are
    walking to lunch when they find an antique oil lamp. They rub it and a
    Genie comes out in a puff of smoke. The Genie says, "I usually only
    grant three wishes, so I'll give each of you just one." "Me first! Me
    first!" says the admin clerk. "I want to be in the Bahamas, driving a
    speedboat, without a care in the world." Poof! She's gone. In
    astonishment, "Me next! Me next!" says the sales rep. "I want to be in
    Hawaii, relaxing on the beach with my personal masseuse, an endless
    supply of pina coladas, and the love of my life." Poof! He's gone. "OK,
    you're up," the Genie says to the manager. The manager says, "I want
    those two back in the office after lunch."




    Moral of the story:

    Always let your boss have the first say.








    Corporate Lesson ..4

    A crow was sitting on a tree, doing nothing all day. A small rabbit saw
    the crow and asked him, "Can I also sit like you and do nothing all day
    long?" The crow answered: "Sure, why not?" So, the rabbit sat on the
    ground below the crow and rested. All of a sudden a fox appeared,
    jumped on the rabbit and ate it.




    Moral of the story:

    To be sitting and doing nothing, you must be sitting very, very high up.








    Corporate Lesson ..5

    A turkey was chatting with a bull. "I would love to be able to get to
    the top of that tree," sighed the turkey, but I haven't got the
    energy." "Well, why don't you nibble on some of my droppings?" replied
    the bull. "They're packed with nutrients." The turkey pecked at a lump
    of dung and found that it actually gave him enough strength to reach
    the lowest branch of the tree. The next day, after eating some more
    dung, he reached the second branch. Finally after a fourth night, there
    he was, proudly perched at the top of the tree. Soon he was promptly
    spotted by a farmer, who shot the turkey out of the tree.




    Moral of the story:

    Bull$hit might get you to the top, but it won't keep you there.








    Corporate Lesson ..6

    In Africa, every morning a gazelle awakens, knowing that it must outrun
    the fastest lion if it wants to stay alive. Every morning, a lion wakes
    up knowing it must run faster than the slowest gazelle or it will
    starve to death.




    Moral of the story:

    It makes no difference whether you are a gazelle or a lion: When the sun comes up, you had better be hauling a$$.


  • Four day weekends are the best.
    yeah thatz how i get down.
    but yes, i have purchased a PSP my self.

    i figured out how to put video into my psp junx.. shit is hot..

    Nas - One Mic ( Music Video)


    HAVE A GREAT WEEK EVERY1


  • Keep It Real


    how do we allow ourselves

    to distort our own emotional self-portraits

    by trying to view ourselves

    through someone else's eyes?



    how do we get so caught up in

    expectations and perceptions

    and forfeit the truth for

    masked and hidden verity?



    our collective sadness is a child

    born of our life's experiences

    and only succeeded by

    older and darker versions of itself...



    our hurt and anger shows

    through our indiscretions and sins

    against ourselves and each other...



    i often wonder if god is ashamed of

    our shamefulness and selfishness...



    i wonder if the love in our hearts is

    pure and true enough to overshadow

    the dark and evil deeds we do on a regular basis...



    the misfortune of my curiosity

    is that unanswered questions

    cause more confusion

    and we cop out

    we sell out

    we continue to falsify emotional documents

    we proceed to use others' eyes

    to view ourselves and we fail to see inside...



    we fall short of what should be beautiful

    because we focus on superficial and

    depthless, cursory images

    that burn themselves in our memories

    attach themselves to the depths of our minds

    and hold our independence hostage



    ayo_cutie


  • u cant please everyone in this world.
    haterz wanna hate.

  • az the world turnz.


    gayzorz.

    and to squash the beef on biggiez anniversary was a perfect Hype up kidz.

    Anywayz puttin that bullshit aside, i've been feeling heated more then ever.
    age doesnt really mean shit. Older the wiser?
    fuck that.. people who talk out of there ass'z need a wake up call.
    we're all on the same level, people are hungry out here and need to eat.
    we're all in it for the same thing. MONEY.
    fuck power ... fuck respect.

  • lol at this

aknowledgez

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