What is most important to a man?

Good evening dear readers and fans,

Yesterday as I stumbled into Andale, I met two men, Mr Wilson & Mr Smith. We spoke and they told me that their pride and joy and the best thing in their lives is their family. "Nothing is more important to a man than his family." and "If anyone says otherwise, you should beat him with a stick." I could not agree more. So today, it's a special post just for my family. Because nothing is more important to me than them. (Don't make me hit you with a stick!)

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You are what is most important to me.

My dear family, This is for you.
So far apart yet so near at heart,
Yesterday to me is today for you.
Somedays it's hard and somedays it's not,
Everyday I am thinking of you.

My brothers, you are my crew.
Even tho we fight, no doubts we're tight.
Yeah We rocked like Mötley Crüe,
Everyday and everynight.
There's nothing like brothers, it's true.

My sister the only way to describe you,
Bossy and noisy like a gangster.
But there's not a day that I dont say,
There's no better friend than a sister,
And there's no better sister than you.

My father you are my hill.
Always teaching me something new,
Your shoes I can never fill.
Even tho words from you are few,
The lessons you give works like a pill.

My mother you are my well.
Your love is so deep and plenty,
I can't find words to describe and tell.
Countless times I've put you thru hell,
But you've always picked me up when I fell.

My dear family, this is for you.
I just wanted to write this to show,
How deeply I wish to be with you.
Somedays it's hard and somedays it's not,
Everyday I am thinking of you.

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It feels so lonely to look around the house and feel like I'm looking out the window.

Hey, let's be jolly! yeah?

Salam.

Today I'mma share my thoughts bout anger. Inspired by Kai-brute.

Human beings are by all means emotional machines. We all wanna be happy and singing, planning and dreaming. Eating a can of beans, enjoying the sun-beam, drinking Jim Beam and of coz, eating icecream. But occasionally, all we wanna do is scream!

Anger. Commonly viewed as a flaw by commoners. I would disagree. I might think it's a weakness but to me, it is not a flaw, it is a perfection. How can we be human if we dont feel anger? It is not anger that destroys things in life, it is violence and violence is a nature of being. By nature, human beings are creatures on earth trying constantly to learn and improve personally, for survival.

Angry, we become confused and irrational, we lose our "better" sense of judgement, we lose our ability to make a good decision for the long-run. In the heat of the moment, our survival instincts ignite. We behave more selfishly, making hasty and more often than not, we make more violent decisions than we normally would.

Anger is hard to contain. Emotions are overpowering. But violence is not, like I mentioned violence is a decision. It can be stopped. Unless you've got a killer instinct, the most violent person can be as loving as chocolate pudding or rum n' raisins vanilla icecream or black pepper chicken pie with a touch of loving salt ... mmm yum! Bring out the Rum! Let's have some fun!

It's gonna be a spankin' Christmas!

What's in the box?

Good afternoon senoritas,

It has come to my attention, ONE of my fans (Red Ryder BB only) has read my blog and lovin' it! Leaving a most passionate remark in the nuka-chatta. Most of the thinking in-the-box regular everyday normal people might get the straight idea lil Red Ryder sounds negative. Unless you look into it from a zoomed out point of view! Here's a bigger and more vivid picture, of Red Ryder's nuka-chatta.

"what a goddamn lame blog.. you expect ppl....ME to read all that crap?" Red Ryder BB 12/10/08 1:42 PM

Examine Red Ryder BB's brutal speech, meanwhile, search for the underlying intonations, that are consistently punishing yet contradicting! Hence, in a closer examination, the sentence dissected into fragments reads as follows: it begins with a richly flavored and brutal insult then followed by an individualized recognition separating his identity from all others referred to as "ppl", AND ending with a contradicting finish.

Red Ryder BB is currently a freshman pursuing a career in psychology which might explain this odd manner of expressing his love.

~adios amigos~

p.s.
Look at the clouds, what do you see?

Let the good times roll.

Hola !

Welcome to my garden of psychedelic ideas & methods (love) shag.

This is my first post, an introductory post. To allow readers and/or my fans to get cosy with my awesome style of self obsessed* writing patterns.
*(I Feel its okay to be self obsessed only because I believe we will not truly understand love or be able to love and/or love others unless we learn to love ourselves the most first).
To make things clearer, my theory is that I'd be DYNAMITE happy to see a loved one live well, even if it is at my expense because as long as I have knowledge of their happyness I would truly be happy myself, because I love myself, naturally. Simple.

I'd like to briefly explain the origin of the description in my profile.
I BELIEVE my fascination with science & arts both started at the same time, when my father came home from a trip in Europe & gave me a model of a flying contraption shaped like a pigeon invented by Leonardo Da Vinci.
Before that, I had only always known the great Renaissance man as just a painter. After that, I began to dream, imagine, & think about alot of things in life. I became interested in almost everything!

I'd usually informally call myself a 'Jack of All Trades' (Essays and Characters of a Prison' by Geffray Mynshul 1612) and master of none. But I've added a twist to it for abit of a personalised touch (a habit of mine).

"Jackal of Trades. Monster or Nun". I'm so cool.

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