the division of joy

pearl jam's new album is terrible

hahha, you win

bauer meets star trek

i dunno who she is, but she's cute

94.3 percent... nearly there.... you may see me disappear for a week or so....

i like him but it can be hard to get into at times, depending on my mood really... and do you like the ghost dog film....

the Rza is easily the best of the whole lot, mostly because of his work on ghost dog; the way of the samurai... he's one of the few members that didnt really go off and rap about themselves after their dissolution...

Napalm · Pour some gas into an old bowl, or some kind of container. · Get some styrofoam and put it in the gas, until the gas won't eat anymore. You should have a sticky syrup. · Put it on the end of something (don't touch it!!). The unused stuff lasts a long time!

nas is excellent... i love i can, the piano motif going through it is pretty great too

ive plenty of jedi mind tricks, but ive only a few rass kass songs, but the lyrics are amazing.... im into any decent hip hop... mainstream stuff pisses me off because theyre singing about their over inflated ego half the time and bling bitches and rims the next minute... no substance at all really

i know it, love the song... you like jedi mind tricks or rass kass?

possibly one of the best rap songs ever by one of the best rap groups ever Dance with the devil - immortal technique [Verse 1] I once knew a nigga whose real name was William his primary concern, was making a million being the illest hustler, that the world ever seen he used to fuck moviestars and sniff coke in his dreams a corrupted young mind, at the age of thirteen nigga never had a father and his mom was a feen she put the pipe down, but forever yeah she was sober her sons heart simultaneously grew colder he started hanging out selling bags in the projects checking the young chicks, looking for hit and run prospects he was fascinated by material objects but he understood money never bought respect he build a reputation cause he could hustle and steal but got locked once it didn't hesitate to squeal so criminals he chilled with didn't think he was real you see me and niggaz like this have never been equal I dont project my insurecurity's at other people he feeded for props like addicts with pipes and needles so he felt he had to prove to everyone he was evil a fever minded young man with infinite potetial the product of a ghetto breed capatalistic mental coincidentally dropped out of school to sell weed dancing with the devil, smoked until his eyes would bleed but he was sick of selling trees and gave in to his greed [Hook] Everyone trying to be trife never face the consequences you propably only did a month for minor offences ask a nigga doing life if he had another chance but then again there's always the wicked at new and advanced dance forever with the devil on a code cell block but thats what happens when you rape, murder and sell rock devils used to be gods, angels that fell from the top there's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot [Verse 2] So Billy started robbing niggaz, anything he could do he'd get his respect back, in the eyes of his crew starting fights over little shit, up on the block stepped up to selling mothers and brothers the crack rock working overtime for making money for the crack spot hit the jackpot and wanted to move up to cocaine for filling the scarface fantasy stuck in his brain tired of the block niggaz treating him the same he wanted to be major like the cut throats and the thugs but when he tried to step to 'em, niggaz showed him no love they told him any motherfucking coward can sell drugs any bitch nigga with a gun, can bust slugs any nigga with a red shirt can front like a blood even Puffy smoked the motherfucker up in a club but only a real thug can stab someone till they die standing in front of them, starring straight into their eyes Billy realized that these men were well guarded and they wanted to test him, before business started suggested raping a bitch to prove he was cold hearted so now he had a choice between going back to his life or making money with made men, up in the cife his dreams about cars and ice, made him agree a hardcore nigga is all he ever wanted to be and so he met them friday night at a quarter to three [Hook] [Verse 3] They drove around the projects slow while it was raining smoking blunts, drinking and joking for entertainment untill they saw a woman on the street walking alone three in the morning, coming back from work, on her way home and so they quietly got out the car and followed her walking through the projects, the darkness swallowed her they wrapped her shirt around her head and knocked her onto the floor this is it kid now you got your chance to be raw so Billy oaked her up and grapped the chick by the hair and dragged her into a lobby that had nobody there she struggled hard but they forced her to go up the stairs they got to the roof and then held her down on the ground screaming shut the fuck up and stop moving around the shirt covered her face, but she screamed the clouts so Billy stomped on the bitch, until he broken her jaw the dirty bastards knew exactly what they were doing they kicked her until they cracked her ribs and she stopped moving blood leaking through the cloth, she cried silently and then they all proceeded to rape her violently Billy was meant to go first, but each of them took a turn ripping her up, and choking her until her throat burned a broken jaw mumbled for god but they weren't concerned when they were done and she was lying bloody, broken and broos one of them niggaz pulled out a brand new twenty-two they told him that she was a witness of what she'd gone through and if he killed her he was guaranteed a spot in the crew he thought about it for a minute, she was practicly dead and so he leaned over and put the gun right to her head (Sample from "Survival of the Fittest" by Mobb Deep) I'm falling and I can't turn back I'm falling and I can't turn back [Verse 4] Right before he pulled the trigger, and ended her life he thought about the cold pain with the platinum and ice and he felt strong standing along with his new brothers cocked the gat to her head, and pulled back the shirt cover but what he saw made him start the cringine studder cuz he was starring into the eyes of his own mother she looked back at him and cried, cause he had forsaken her she cried more painfully, than when they were raping her his whole world stopped, he couldn't even contiplate his corruption had succesfully changed his fate and he remembered how his mom used to come home late working hard for nothing, cause now what was he worth he turned away from the woman that had once given him birth and crying out to the sky cause he was lonely and scared but only the devil responded, cause god wasn't there and right then he knew what it was to be empty and cold and so he jumped off the roof and died with no soul they say death take you to a better place but I doubt it after that they killed his mother, and never spoke about it and listen cause the story that I'm telling is true cuz I was there with Billy Jacobs and I raped his mom to and now the devil follows me everywhere that I go infact I'm sure he's standing among one of you at my shows and every street cypher listening to little thugs flowe he could be standing right next to you, and you wouldn't know the devil grows inside the hearts of the selvish and wicked white, brown, yellow and black colored is not restricted you have a self destructive destiny when your inflicted and you'll be one of gods children and fell from the top there's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot so when the devil wants to dance with you, you better say never because the dance with the devil might last you forever

Nine Inch Nails - hurt i hurt myself today to see if i still feel i focus on the pain the only thing that's real the needle tears a hole the old familiar sting try to kill it all away but i remember everything what have i become? my sweetest friend everyone i know goes away in the end you could have it all my empire of dirt i will let you down i will make you hurt i wear my crown of shit on my liar's chair full of broken thoughts i cannot repair beneath the stain of time the feeling disappears you are someone else i am still right here what have i become? my sweetest friend everyone i know goes away in the end you could have it all my empire of dirt i will let you down i will make you hurt if i could start again a million miles away i would keep myself i would find a way

Tennis Ball Bomb Ingredients: · Strike anywhere matches · A tennis ball · A nice sharp knife · Duct tape Break a ton of matchheads off. Then cut a SMALL hole in the tennis ball. Stuff all of the matchheads into the ball, until you can't fit any more in. Then tape over it with duct tape. Make sure it is real nice and tight! Then, when you see a geek walking down the street, give it a good throw. He will have a blast!!

one of the best live acts... period

Stereophonics - Mr Writer You line them up, look at your shoes, You hang names on your wall, then you shoot them all, You fly around in planes that bring you down, to meet me, Who loves you? like me crashing to the ground, Are you so lonely? you don't even know me, But you'd like to stone me, Mr. Writer, why don't you tell it like it is? Why don't you tell it like it really is? Before you go on home, I used to treat you right, give you my time, But when I turned my back on you, Then you do what you do, You've just enough, in my own view, education to perform, I'd like to shoot you all, And then you go home, with you on your own, What do you really know? Mr. Writer, why don't you tell it like it is? Why don't you tell it like it really is? Before you go on home, And then you go home, with you on your own, What do you even know? Mr. Writer, why don't you tell it like it is? Why don't you tell it like it really is? Before you go on home, Mr. Writer, why don't you tell it like it really is? Why don't you tell it like it always is? Before you go on home. Mr. Writer, why don't you tell it like it really is? Why don't you tell it like it always is? Before you go on home.

Queens of the stone age.... Mosquito Song I know, I know the sun is hot Mosquitos come suck your blood Leave you there All alone just skin and bone When you walk among the trees Listening to the leaves The further I go the less I know The less I know Where will you run? Where will you hide? Lullabies To paralyze Fat and soft, pink and weak Foot and thigh, tongue and cheek You know I'm told they swallow you whole Skin and bone Cutting boards and hanging hooks Bloody knives, cooking books Promising you won't feel a thing At all Swallow and chew Eat you alive All of us food that hasn't died And the light says Somehow they pick and pluck Tenderize bone to dust The sweetest grease, finest meat you'll ever taste Taste, taste So you scream, whine, and yell Supple sounds of dinner bells We all will feed the worms and trees So don't be shy Swallow and chew Eat you alive All of us food that hasn't died

haha i didnt know that, i havent played any PoP games since that.... i miss the hell out of that game

the original prince of persia on the atari was the shit.... i love that game so fuckin much...

Memorable Quotes from Hot Shots! Part Deux (1993) Harbinger: Thank you, Topper. I can kill again! You've given me a reason to live. Harbinger: War... it's fantastic! Saddam Hussein: Now I will kill you until you die from it! Ramada Rodham Hayman: I had to come. It was a sequel. [Addressing a roomful of Japanese businessmen] President Thomas 'Tug' Benson: It seems like only yesterday I was strafing so many of your homes. Here I am today, begging you not to make such good cars. Topper Harley: These men have taken a supreme vow of celibacy, like their fathers, and their fathers before them... President Thomas 'Tug' Benson: Cookie? Col. Denton Walters: No, thank you, sir. President Thomas 'Tug' Benson: Young lady? Michelle Rodham Huddleston: No, thank you, sir. President Thomas 'Tug' Benson: No, I was just offering him a young lady. Rufshaad: I can see you're no stranger to pain. Col. Denton Walters: I've been married. Rufshaad: Ah. Col. Denton Walters: *Twice*. Rufshaad: Oy! President Thomas 'Tug' Benson: [He is about ready to battle Saddam Hussein] We'll settle this the old navy way; The first guy to die, LOSES! Topper Harley: Ramada, I want to be with you. I want to hold you. I want to meet your parents and pet your dog... Ramada Rodham Hayman: My parents are dead, Topper. My dog ate them. Topper Harley: President Benson. President Thomas 'Tug' Benson: No you're not. I've seen him on TV. An older man, about my height. Michelle Huddleson: Mr. President, this is Topper Harley. President Thomas 'Tug' Benson: Topper Harley, of course, the son I never had. No wonder I didn't recognize you then. President Thomas 'Tug' Benson: Gotcha! Listening at the door, huh? Well, Walters, looks like we've got our saboteur. Col. Denton Walters: That's your wife, sir. President Thomas 'Tug' Benson: Yeah, so it is. Lavinia. You're looking as lovely as the day we met. [to Walters] President Thomas 'Tug' Benson: Find out what she knows. Topper Harley: Colonel, who are they? Col. Denton Walters: She's CIA. The other man's an extra. Michelle Huddleson: Now we have to go in to get the men who went in to get the men who went in to get the men. News Reporter: President Benson, where's your first lady? President Thomas 'Tug' Benson: I don't know. I've had lots of women. Lost my flower at the age of 15. I can't keep track. News Anchorman: In an emotional address at the state capitol Nebraska Governor, Paul Burmaster made a public apology for his state being so flat. Topper Harley: Of all the missions in all the jungles you had to walk into this one. Topper Harley: You're joking. Ramada Rodham Hayman: I'm not. Topper Harley: You've got to be. Ramada Rodham Hayman: If I was joking I would say: "A horse walks into a bar. The bartender says, 'Why the long face?'" President Thomas 'Tug' Benson: Every time I give an order, it gets screwed up! Plan a reception, wrong hors d'oeuvres. Appoint an ambassador, he leaves the country. President Thomas 'Tug' Benson: Here's the target area. Gerou: That's Minnesota, sir. President Thomas 'Tug' Benson: Damn it, man, that's the genius of my plan. Why go over there to fight? We can do it right here at home, and get in some good fishing while we're at it. Gerou: Sir, the enemy is over there. President Thomas 'Tug' Benson: Then we'll fly them over here. Their families too. We'll teach them to skate... Do I have to think of everything? Topper Harley: I'm not saying I don't trust you, and I'm not saying I do. But I don't. Ramada Rodham Hayman: Topper, I was so young, just a schoolgirl. He was an older man, so wise in the ways of the world. He used to come around the schoolyard, day after day. I so admired his persistence. Even the restraining order my parents slapped on him was no deterrent. He opened my eyes to the arts: music, clog-dancing, WrestleMania. His work has meant so much to so many. And I owe him everything, Topper. Everything. Topper Harley: I'm happy for you, kid. But if you think you can hurt me again, you're wrong. I left my heart in my other pants. Michelle Rodham Huddleston: Oh, Ramada, how could you have been so blind? You were too wrapped up in being Miss Perfect College to notice me. Why concern yourself with the feelings of one insignificant roommate? One fabulous day, one incredible experience. Ramada Rodham Hayman: I had no idea it meant so much to you. Michelle Rodham Huddleston: I remember that day as if it were yesterday. The exhilaration of experimenting sharing something so new, so dangerous, so intimate. Ramada Rodham Hayman: And I'll never forget the look on your face. The way the sweat glistened on your hard body. Then you tied my ankles. Tighter. Tighter. But it just wasn't right. It wasn't natural. Bungee-jumping is just too dangerous a sport. Topper Harley: Ramada, I do love you. I've tried to forget you but no matter what, your face is on the tip of my tongue. [as they jump out of an airplane one by one] Harbinger: Geronimo! Rabinowitz: Geronimo! Geronimo: Me! [Dexter is being rescued] Dexter: You don't understand. I can't walk... they've tied my shoelaces together. Topper Harley: A knot. Bastards! Topper Harley: [narrating] Somebody once wrote, "Hell is the impossibility of reason." Well, that's what this place feels like - hell. I hate it already and it's only been a few hours. I'm so tired. We get up at four in the morning... Capt. Benjamin L. Willard: [narrating] At first I thought they handed me the wrong dossier. I couldn't believe they wanted this man dead. Third Generation West Point, top of his class, Airbourne, Korea, about a thousand decorations, etc, etc... Topper Harley, Capt. Benjamin L. Willard: [as their boats pass each other] I loved you in Wall Street. Rabinowitz: What are you reading? Topper: Great Expectations. Rabinowitz: Is it any good? Topper: It's not what I'd hoped for. Iraqi Boat driver: [as his men leave] Kareem of onion! Al Jarreau! Topper Harley: [dazed] That's right, Cindy. It's twenty three minutes past the hour, and now heres the Buckinghams with "Kind of a Drag"... [Topper collapses] Iraqi Boat driver: [after failing to kill Topper] Omar Sharif! Saddam Hussein: They've dicked with the wrong dictator! Typewriter: On October 15, the President of the United States ordered a covert mission in the Persian Gulf for the purpose of rescuing soldiers taken hostage during Desert Storm. Only a handful of our highest government officials were aware of the operation, as it included an attempt to assasssan... assisss... kill a guy. Col. Denton Walters: It seems there were three bears. And one morning when their porridge was too hot, they went for a walk. And a little blond girl came skipping through the woods... she ate their porridge and she sat in their chairs... she slept in their beds. And when those bears returned and discovered that mess... Do you know what happened then Topper? Topper Harley: No. Col. Denton Walters: That little blond girl get scared. Ran away. Topper Harley: So you're saying is that little blond girl is me. If this is about me coloring my hair... Rabinowitz: Know what I'm gonna do if we make it? I'm gonna go back to Eagle River and marry my gal, Edith Mae. Gonna get us a nice little place with a white picket fence. You know the kind. Two-car garage. Maybe a fishing boat. And in 15 years, when they're all paid for... I'll set my charges and blow the shit out of them. Topper Harley: I'm putty in your hands. Michelle Huddleson: In my hands, nothing turns to putty. Topper Harley: You're the only one that knows how to get to the copter pad. If I'm not there in 15 minutes, you know what to do. Col. Denton Walters: Yeah, we get the hell out of here! Topper Harley: No! Wait another 15 minutes! Topper Harley: We both know you belong with Dexter. You're part of his work, the thing that keeps him going. I'm no good at being noble, but... do you have any idea what would happen if you stay here with me? Ramada Rodham Hayman: Of course I do. Sex. Wild, free, passionate, unbridled sex. I would fondle you in ways you can't imagine. I would pleasure you at any time, in any place, in any way, for as long as you could possibly desire. Topper Harley: Do you know what its like to have your heart shot out of season and tied to the top of a car? How it feels to be passed like the world's largest kidney stone? Ramada... I don't THINK so.

im after adding about 200 snes games to my collection.... viva la ol skool gaming, list coming soon

Thermite... Use With Caution Thermite is nasty shit. Here is a good and easy way to make it. The first step is to get some iron-oxide (which is RUST!). Here is a good way to make large quantities in a short time: Get a DC converter like the one used on a train set. Cut the connector off, separate the wires, and strip them both. Now you need a jar of water with a tablespoon or so of sodium chloride (which is SALT!) added to it. This makes the water conductive. Now insert both wires into the mixture (I am assuming you plugged the converter in...) and let them sit for five minutes. One of them will start bubbling more than the other. This is the POSITIVE(+) wire. If you do not do this test right, the final product will be the opposite (chemically) of rust, which is RUST ACID. You have no use for this here (although it IS useful!). Anyway, put the nail tied to the positive wire into the jar. Now put the negative wire in the other end. Now let it sit overnight and in the morning scrape the rust off of the nail & repeat until you got a bunch of rust on the bottom of the glass. Be generous with your rust collection. If you are going through the trouble of making thermite, you might as well make a lot, right? Now remove the excess water and pour the crusty solution onto a cookie sheet. Dry it in the sun for a few hours, or inside overnight. It should be an orange-brown color (although I have seen it in many different colors! Sometimes the color gets fucked up, what can I say... but it is still iron oxide!) Crush the rust into a fine powder and heat it in a cast-iron pot until it is red. Now mix the pure iron oxide with pure aluminum filings which can be bought or filed down by hand from an aluminum tube or bar. The ratio or iron oxide to aluminum is 8 grams to 3 grams. Congrats! You have just made THERMITE! Now, to light it... Thermite requires a LOT of heat (more than a blow torch!) to ignite. However, magnesium ribbon (which is sort of hard to find.. call around) will do the trick. It takes the heat from the burning magnesium to light the thermite. Now when you see your victim's car, pour a fifty-cent sized pile onto his hood, stick the ribbon in it, and light the ribbon with the blow torch. Now chuckle as you watch it burn through the hood, the block, the axle, and the pavement. BE CAREFUL! The ideal mixtures can vaporize CARBON STEEL! Another idea is to use thermite to get into pay phone cash boxes.

boredom + chemistry = fun This is sort of a mild explosive, but it can be quite dangerous in large quantities. To make touch explosive (such as that found in a snap-n-pop, but more powerful), use this recipe: Mix iodine crystals into ammonia until the iodine crystals will not dissolve into the ammonia anymore. Pour off the excess ammonia and dry out the crystals on a baking sheet the same way as you dried the thermite (in other words, just let it sit overnight!). Be careful now because these crystals are now your touch explosive. Carefully wrap a bunch in paper (I mean carefully! Friction sets 'em off!) and throw them around.. pretty loud, huh? They are fun to put on someone's chair. Add a small fish sinker to them and they can be thrown a long distance (good for crowds, football games, concerts, etc.)

"Don't look don't look" the shadows breathe Whispering me away from you "Don't wake at night to watch her sleep You know that you will always lose