Bess.

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  1. sorry no offense intended....queenie....u a little too knowledgeable about condoms....if u know wat i mean.... ;) ....just kidding....bravo... :D ..it shows how educated u r.....just cause something might be taboo, doesn't mean that we can't educate ourselves on it....one quote i have always hated, " ignorance is bliss".... ....not true....what u don't know can kill u...

    ps..keep up the good work....

    peace


  2. really i didn't think they had enough dialague....i liked it cause they had some startling moments....but it wasn't scary after the first five minutes.....try the japaness version...its much scarier....but the subtitles go really fast....classic horror....is always a save bet....phantasim....nightmare on elm street....the ring...the original night of the living dead.... :D


  3. ;)

    The CIA had an opening for an assassin. After all of the background checks, interviews, and testing were done there were three finalists — two men and one woman. For the final test, the CIA agents took one of the men to a large metal door and handed him a gun.

    “We must know that you will follow your instructions, no matter what the circumstances. Inside this room you will find your wife sitting in a chair. You have to kill her.†The first man said.“You can’t be serious. I could never shoot my wife,â€

     

    The agent replies, “Then you’re not the right man for this job."

     

    The second man was given the same instructions. He took the gun and went into the room. All was quiet for about five minutes. Then the agent came out with tears in his eyes. “I tried, but I can’t kill my wife.†The agent replies, “You don’t have what it takes. Take your wife and go home.â€

     

    Finally, it was the woman’s turn. Only she was told to kill her husband. She took the gun and went into the room. Shots were heard, one shot after another. They heard screaming, crashing, banging on the walls. After a few minutes, all was quiet. The door opened slowly and there stood the woman. She wiped the sweat from her brow and said, “You guys didn’t tell me the gun was loaded with blanks. So I had to beat him to death with the chair.â€

    enjoy.... :D;););););)


  4. movie favs.

    the usual suspects

    reservoir dogs

    clock work orange

    pulp fiction

    momento

    face off

    sword fish

    and any horror campy movie....u mention it i watched...the bloodier the better...and all the sequals too... :D

    and brigit jones dairy 1,2 ;)


  5. Originally posted by The Rendezvous:

    :D
    ...Is she one of the XIIRAN...the bahamian we know..off the miami coast with the Z rated CDZ...or a bit chunked up dame..

    .... :rolleyes: .....i could say so much..but i doubt that u will neither learn nor listen ....so whats the point ....besides i am beyond petty bickering....plz.... ;) .... continue...do u have more to say....cause frankly my dear i don't give a damn ... icon_razz.gif


  6. am working on the damn docterate....this is wat i do when am stressed out...i vent ...i usually keep most of it personal....i still try my best lil' sis.... ;) ...but there is only one msword ;) ....the poet of sea-town.... :D


  7. Layin the rhyme like they not gon' know

    Cuz if I gotta make a move man they not gonna know

    This door marked private this is not fo' sho'

    It's me what you call real fo' sho'

    Is they what you call real, hell no

    They all talk fast and they all think slow

    I'm me, fo real

    Flood ya post with the black ink flow

    And my pen ain't scared to let them things flo

    So, stop with the nonsense, like u conscious

    I'm not just alright waraa, I'm doin' great waraa

    I don't play games so I don't playa hate y'all

    Get it straight or get the f*** up out my face waraa

    I'm like the second plane that made the tower's face off

    That shit that let you know it's really not a game waraa

    Your grind and my grindin is same waraa

    I'm the catalogue, you the same rythme

    So cool and ol' school like 8 track?

    Don't push me, cuz I'm close

    To the edge, back, middle, and front

    Strong back shit liftin' it up

    From the big and the small

    I'm like carawelo +Gettin' Involved+

    showin y'all how its done

    But when I'm lettin' off around don't get in the cross

    Tell 'em wild geel jiree not to get off they geel

    Before they find out the tailon is strictly enforced

    It's a real bad way to get ya name in the Source

    Testin' the limits of a dangerous force

    Ya ended up dumb famous and gone

    Your people shoutin' out my name in they street

    Pourin' shah on the day you was born

    Find paint to put ya face on the wall

    C'mon fall back, there's no need for all that

    It's all good, we all here, goin' all out

    Don't push me, cuz I'm close

    To the edge, back, middle, and front

    Strong back shit liftin' it up

    From the big and the small

    I'm like carawelo +Gettin' Involved+

    showin u how its done....

    Now get yours

    later... ;)


  8. FOR ALL THOSE PEOPLE MISSING HOME...LIVING IN THESE FOREIGN LANDS....KNOWING THERE IS NO PLACE LIKE HOME...KNOWING WE ARE HOMELESS CAUSE OF THE IGNORANCE OF A FEW MEN....THIS IS FOR U... [big Grin]

     

    Fading to black,

     

    Rising sun shining brightly;

    memories re-visited, tumultuous time ticking-still.

    Emotions begin to run high;

    slowly comes the fade to black, the night within the day.

     

    Fading to black,

     

    spinning, dizzy, feeling fear,

    so many, so many troubled and scared voices I hear;

    as the black grows ever increasingly whirlingly near.

     

    Fading to black,

     

    it is the past launching an attack,

    lay down, sit back.....

    struggling to breathe in a lifetime of air, for which I now lack.

    Are they trying to share?

    Do they want again to hurt me, do they, yet again, dare?

    Unsafe universe thrusting me into a grievous galaxy, to a lost somewhere...

     

    Fading to black.

     

    Deep inside it is dark, and everything echoes.

    Thrown in to the pit of despair, trapped in the enemies throes.

    Day in and day out, often this is how my life goes

    as I try to walk the world in a way that prevents others from seeing my woes.

    Deep inside it is dark, and everything echoes.

    Having faded to black, trying to sustain my light

    so deep, so hidden, so out of sight.

    Wanting to once again lead,

    we are held prisoner of the darkness against our might.

     

    Fading to black,

     

    In all of this darkness my soul does bleed.

    Having faded to black, trying to sustain my light.

    Writhing angst in the barrel of self, through to the core,

    don't do it, stop it, I can't take it anymore!!

    The dark not knowing what the light is for;

    The light slowly winning this internal war,

    Yet still any day, anytime, we can be made to fade still, more and more.

    Writhing angst in the barrel of self, through to the core.

     

    Fade to black, the bubble will burst,

     

    Walking wounded, profusely sweating unbearable desert heat, so full of thirst,

    Some inside were so, so cursed

    Blazon black bulk brainlessly believing their worst.

    Fire drill rehearsed and rehearsed...

     

    Fade to black, the bubble does burst.