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yeah mr. bale's voice gets a low register like data's there for a bit.

we should get Joe's impression of xendrid's video. MMMMmmmmmmmmmhmmmmm

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I have a response to all the videos. The first one made me think about how much I wish I could be tranquilized to placed into a likable adventure, unless being hit by a brick can be safe despite how my brain has felt since trying to look up porn for hours on late nights while trying to huff like a gorilla + holding my breath to maintain a cheese-like state (Cheesin, as in from South Park). I stopped ever since I felt like I was learning what it feels like to have an epileptic seizure.

2nd one: Pretty funny for whoever that cartoon was. It made me start laughing out nowhere @ 3:20+.

3rd one: As I do with everything: I connect characters to myself to maintain social health since I don't talk to many friends. So when I compared myself to Christian Bale with an axe while giving off many facts, I realized my reality: If I was nuts, I would actually maintain a stare into his eyes, trying to dazzle him in any way possible. I don't believe in getting pissed and killing someone. I prefer observing their boundaries against cultural norms.

4th one: I think I met someone like that. It was difficult hiding my disgusted face with their stupidity. That man doesn't know 'nor would he care how shamed I felt after realizing how stupid some people are... even though I STILL CAN'T JUST TALK NORMAL TO THEM. With that guy, I wouldn't be able to hold a conversation with him either. Then again, I could actually get to the bottom of his thinking process through a series of questions and find polite ways to barge into his deeper thoughts instead of having him express his external realm of thinking.

In my analysis, him being an Aryan may be Nazi, but the Swastika also has to do with the sun. His connection via being "glad" his interviewer's name was Joe, was his happiness attained from his understanding of being Aryan developed before losing his friends, connections, and media that led him on that bench. This says he is satisfied, but obviously and only to a degree. It doesn't mean he doesn't feel like shit, and he won't say it, but his mind went deep into his own realm of optimizing his feelings with other people. That optimization is what ruined his dignity among people. His inability to transform and conform to socially acceptable ways hindered himself, even if he could still be Aryan.

In the way he repeated himself, "there are only 6 of us on Earth," he tries to give you some creepy feeling, as if he sees something you don't see just because he is one of 6 people. However, it fails since he can't elaborate or prove to Joey that he is indeed one of 6 people on Earth. The primary failure is stating that he is one of 6 people rather than expressing it. People may do that kind of thing to allow people to look at them differently, but it's simply pride and cock lust.

On the contrary, I don't give myself labels, so people take me even more seriously than that crackhead. At least I seem more sane than that crackhead, although I can imagine some people in my remote neighborhood saying, "that guy is worse!" I may only do a few stretches while I am at the park, but I would be doing more if I felt more nutritionally fulfilled. That takes money. I still want to try and combined a lot of different sources of health just to see if such exotic fruits and concentrations actually, but I need money and smarts to obtain the fucking funds. Plus, after typing a bit and thinking about the video, I realize how retarded my family and peers may think of me, but my current behavior is DIRECTLY influenced by their eyes and concern. Like how I spoke of "feeling like Christmas when my family didn't know I worked on Sundays," I REALLY DID FEEL GOOD, but my family and peers make me feel SO SHITTY that I KNOW and believe it won't be better until I get something that belongs to me... which I allow my craze to say: MONEY. Sadly, I'm talking about suing someone when I really just want them to fork over some cash to compensate all their deceit, or tell me what lies they keep from me. Neither will happen because I remain a crack-head-style individual within a bad economy. They expect me to get worse while I fight everyday to be sane and vigilant, as they also fight against me as well. It all happened because of what happened in the past. Because I have seen better, I will fight for better.

His "Static-X" voice could resemble something to some scientist on Earth... some scientist who can connect things intricately to define what he was doing with his mouth. It sounds like beat-boxing, but he's trying to form sounds that constantly make a "cks" sound. It is kind of like static fuzz from a black hole. X-Ray translations into audio make than kind of noise. Unfortunately for Forgees, he doesn't know his intelligence is worth something, but only to an od. That od has no reward without a leader. God's having him sit there everyday to dry out another tooth from his mouth, while people belonging to the "legitimate conformist" party will never help 'nor question his grammar issues like you guys do. He has not much food and he knows it. Instead, he spent a lot of time learning not to care anymore, but there's something happening to his brain daily that causes it to deteriorate. He knows he sounds crazy so he believes he is divine to compensate it. Technically soldiers aren't crazy even though they could kill like crazy. Really, he's an ugly-crazy for not being sociable. That's all. Having a crazy talent is likable while having a crazy defect sucks.

What's kind of crazy about what I meant about od is great with a leader is how Nazis and the apocalypse have their ties among a Holocaust. Forgees would have worth in a public showcase for people's talents if he had better grammar and clothing, but jobs and food aren't abundant in any region. I know I am wrong, but it seems so right among people who leave the handicapped retard on the floor. I am a little Nazi without the racism, but because I am, or if I was more proud, I would lift up a handicapped at a mixture of quickness and comfort to get 'em back in the wheelchair. However, it would only be a spirit of scrutinizing people that I would try. That's kind of wicked, but there's still many people who don't mean well to me, but still have nothing to say. That's what I am all about.

...He hasn't heard what I can do with not just my mouth, but with my stomach.

I still need fucking money though. I need $40 for a new tire and tube for the lightweight bike, the bike dad said we should throw away too fast for me to respond, as if it's bound to go; his form of socializing me on a daily basis. I so wish I had money and power to just fucking move, leaving him clueless. With that bike, I can get groceries, go to the park, laser tag, and wherever with no expense to my legs. I also want up to $500 for extremely nuritious products I want to try. $360 for all 3 four packs from Trivita.com. I want to test out their health. That's just exotic nutrition. I still need some for generic groceries I wish to eat from the store. It may include poptarts if I am thankful enough for making the kind of money. I still want to try adyaclarity, which detoxifies the body. I STILL want to try shit that was like 2-years ago kind of desires. I still need some money up my arse for buying seeds to grow. IF I HAD THE MONEY IN SECRET, I WOULD BE DOING A LOT OF SHIT with it. I wouldn't be sitting on my arse. Just like how I mentioned how literally everyday Sunday felt like Christmas because I knew my family didn't know I worked there, I would feel SO LIBERATED I would actually try hard and think well. FUCK, I could even make CUSTOM-arse camouflage pants on my own!

Obama, I DO LOVE YOU, but you can't help me have a secret job earning a secret income. HOW THE FUCK IS THAT POSSIBLE ON THE INTERNET? If it was possible for EVEN ME to figure out a way to make money off the internet TOMORROW, I SERIOUSLY WONDER how the .... FUCK ... WHAT ... do I do to actually make that happen? WHAT EXACTLY; cracking passwords and stealing money/ Besides something illegal, what could I do? I NEED to know no one in Baton Rouge reads this. I NEED SECRET INCOME. I CAN MAKE SHIT HAPPEN, INCLUDING PERFECTING MY GRAMMAR. *Sigh* I only have so much income to do so... from one Sunday a week... $80 every check. Sure, they're making it look like a lot by conjuring me into waiting 4 weeks so I receive $200. WELL, how would I feel if I had a raise, or worked one day a week making $14 a day??? Oh yeah.... >.> MY PARENTS WOULD... GHET to know, making me feel like a pissed black adolescent female, who finds a very good moment to tell her perpetrator in the creole-vigilant accent *cocks her head and widens the eyes* "BYE!"

It's crazy how I find these points where the thought of coughing blood translates into farting out ideas like what I would buy my older brother for his birthday tomorrow, lest it is actually today. I prefer buying him food. Something good for work.

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mildly sexual. but it doesn't show anything. so...probably NSFW...

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I'm kind of addicted to Passion Rx and technically silently raging for new ways to actually enjoy pictures like these quod erat demonstrandum (e.g. holding my breath while staring eventually made me feel like I was going to have an epileptic seizure, which Jeff is right: IT IS SCARY... JUST THE FEELING OF IT COMING ON [which still has never happened] is SCARY. THIS IS THE KIND OF RESOLUTION that comes from PEOPLE, not me, but people who can't FUCKING FESS UP. I just want to show up like Satan, talk, and be gone. I dont' really give a fuck about who I meet... I MEAN... HOW ELSE could I actually get along with people who'd want to meet someone of my musical talents, especially if I greatly improved in them? I NEED to conform to any face I talk to, but I can't. I can't even muster because of this scrutiny and Joseph's singing "I'm glad you're tamed" RIGHT AFTER I tell him it's not a good thing. I TAMED MYSELF, I've always have, but people "taming me," only made things worse. This is why the thought of death ever happening sooner than called for makes me happy. Instead of what I always thought up in middle school of the strangers I love would think of me, a crazed compensation for those who don't care is just "YES, I don't have to PUT UP WITH IT! They can DEAL WITH THEIR SHIT ON THEIR OWN NOW!"

*Smirks* They want me to eventually settle down. That's what it is... "19" so I'm destined to be their motherfucker? Well, as some parents may say to compensate how saddening life can be "life is short," I have better ways of compensating sad shit. They want me to settle down... Musicians and athletes don't have to settle down! SO I'm supposed to give in? OMAR can give me some money! ME. RIDING MY ARSE TO HIS HOUSE? FUCK. GIVE ME MONEY. What a fucking waste of life I am not having to take full advantage of it. If I were to go to his house and ask for money and say reasons why and ACTUALLY GET IT, two people will get a phone call: My parents and the police, indiciating another level of SCRUTINY. If only I could ... HAVE MONEY and go back a few years, I could have already fulfilled my desires. It's not many... It just needs money. Fuck the economy... I'M SPENDING MY MONEY ON WHAT I WANT. If mom thinks some of it may destroy my gut, she better show what she feels, because their state of dominion doesn't show much care beyond bringing home the dinner... Holy fuck I'm like a grown up version of the baby from Family Guy.

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Yes.jpg?t=1381353776 What is a money kick? Ohhh.... Well I don't know what to do with any of it. I still want to watch movies in the theater. I may want to buy popcorn and soda or a bag of Reese's. I know I want to buy drinks from the store regularly, like coconut water. Over all, I REALLY want to buy either a Solid State Drive (With a Windows OMFG will cost $50+) or buy Nopalea for health.

So let's say if I wanted to be the Black Aryan on a bench, but instead be the one who sings and plays guitar at a park, I REALLY want to be able to spend money on healthy snacks AND Nopalea (trivita.com), but Nopalea costs a lot. I've already had enough of body building supplements. I want something different: Nopalea.

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I was watching this and had to stop and repeat 12:40 about Group projects. It reminded me of my experience working on the Nmrih project.

http://youtu.be/csyL9EC0S0c?t=12m40s

i get the same shit with comic books and stuff a lot of time..."i got this great idea for a story"...then fucking write it.

shit i have a ton of really solid game ideas...but most of them i keep to myself for when and if i should ever learn programming...and my game ideas are in steps of complexity so i can realistically scale my game complexity with my learned programming complexity.

it's great to have great ideas, having creativity is wonderful, but put in the actual time learning a creative outlet so you can get these ideas out, or the very least get something out...shit's good for you.

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shit i have a ton of really solid game ideas...but most of them i keep to myself for when and if i should ever learn programming

Programming is the place to be where you'll actually see your ideas of world domination come to life.

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  1. What experience did it remind you of? I decided to continue watching it. After learning that this guy talks bad about another programmer @ 30:00 around, while this video is labeled "bad programming explained by a bad programmer," anything competitive seems severely difficult. It's like some endless loophole with a risk factor of "many, many years of your life," as this guy just said at around 34:00. I mean the more this guy talks about what he knows, the guy he talks about may have other truthful advice against this speaker. At least this speaker is actually in front of an audience. He makes some points though, getting to cite people who actually fixed bugs. @ 39:00, he says a funny. I'm so wasted and I haven't drunk anything. WTF. It must've been that very long bike ride with a flat I went with a new friend. Sure, that reads kind of simple and of nothing, but my tire popped 3/4 the way to the park, and at night time. It was crazy because I didn't care at all people are watching me, as I would when I was younger. It was a ton of walking down passing traffic. Night comes, still walking, cars passing, go through a neighborhood, make a loop back to its entrance, and made a right to the park. Finally, we turned around and went home because it was dark. If you followed correctly, you will know "going home" will imply that we went ALL the way back through the LONG WAY distance. What was interesting about that day was two days after: Yesterday. I ate a few mini burgers from The Londoner, which gave me a feeling of being drunk. My prescribed secret agent playing as my friend accused me of sneaking alcohol instead of believing the food made me feel this way. So I told him, "I went into the kitchen and snuck some Saki alcohol." He said he believes that, while walking away, to try and leave me with being pissed, but then I said, "whatever you want to believe in."

I was watching this and had to stop and repeat 12:40 about Group projects. It reminded me of my experience working on the Nmrih project.

http://youtu.be/csyL9EC0S0c?t=12m40s

I conclude, if anyone is confused, always keep your secrets secret. Anyone who knows you and understands you and can see you are confused, they will use everything you say against you. They will spiritually/emotionally suck you dry. This is real shit. It can play role in your positive feelings during adulthood, yet people actually do this. Unfortunately, the police only clean up the residue of the REAL crime: murder, theft, etc. I mean seriously. This secret agent says he's part of a Christian youth group, but will aggravate me with vengeance as if he is envious of me of something lke being athletic. Me being athletic was always my choice, not just a gift. If it was a gift, it was a gift created by me. IDK why I end up being nice to this creep; he and his mom have TOO much to catch up on, minus myself. Gotta love hell.

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fuckin paper bag hands...sunglasses zach galifianakis...halberd...DJ brown...johnny no body...commrade space blanket...rape eyes....fartemis...monochromatic lady sack of potatoes...freshly showered or just greasy?...can't tell if corpse paint, oh i see what it is, terrible...cloak and kaki pants...your mouth is half your head, thanks for keepin it covered...wtf are you doing with that hand inside that massive mask?...making fedoras into fedontras one step at a time...lonely asian...this helmet isn't for holding, it's for my safety...and that fucking goblin king from the hobbit.

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very true. spent a nice junk of my early teens enjoying wolfenstein, doom and duke nukem. i remember gettin DN3d gold edition that had a big manual for making your own maps and converting .wavs of old death metal songs so i could slap them in my maps...then the penthouse animated sprites came out...

some wonderful shit, quake 1 and unreal were great when they first came out when i got into college too. i never got a chance to play Blood and Shadow Warrior though, looks like i missed out. I've been thinking of downloading Brutal Doom recently, shit looks fun.

link to download Brutal Doom in the description of this video for any who are interested.

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