i just want something that i cant even see i just need to feel a little bit i need a bright light to beacon me from within this dark lonely ship i dont need any "oh, poor kelly"'s because i got enough pity for all of us already i will just hope that it will come and keep living life as i have, straight and steady.
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MCMXC A.D.
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Enigma
Release date: 1992-06-29
10 Million Americans Busted for Pot - Enough is Enough
Category: News and Politics
10 Million Americans Busted for Pot - Enough is Enough by Paul Armentano
Since 1990, over 10.4 million Americans have been busted for pot.
When will we recognize it's time to stand up to the war on harmless pot smoking?
What would cops do without weed? For one thing, they'd sure spend a lot less time arresting and processing petty pot violators. How much time? For starters, however long it took to bust the estimated 739,000 Americans arrested for minor pot possession in 2006.
That's according to the FBI's Uniform Crime Report (www. fbi. gov/ucr/cius2006/index. html), which recently reported that a record 829,625 Americans were arrested for violating marijuana laws last year. Of those arrested, 89 percent were charged with simple pot possession—the highest annual total ever recorded and nearly three times the number of citizens busted 15 years ago.
Yet to hear local law enforcement spin it, busting small-time potheads isn't their priority. The record number of busts, they claim, is simply a reflection that record numbers of Americans are now smoking pot.
But don't tell Drug Czar John Walters that. After all, the czar just claimed—at a press conference announcing the release of the federal Office of Applied Studies (OAS) 2006 National Survey on Drug Use and Health—that pot use has been declining for the better part of the past five years. (www. alternet. org/drugreporter/61842)
Predictably, both the cops and the drug czar are playing fast and loose with the facts. Yes, in fact more Americans are now admittedly consuming pot today than in 1991 (so much for the past 15 years of the so-called "war on drugs"), but this increase is hardly proportional to the dramatic spike in overall pot arrests.
As for Walter's comments, while the survey did indeed report a minor decline in adolescents' self-reported use of pot, it further reported a minor uptick in the total number of Americans who report using marijuana regularly, from 14.6 million in 2005 to 14.8 million in 2006.
Of course, a less than 2 percent increase in pot users from '05 to '06 doesn't explain why pot arrests jumped more than five percent from a then-record 786,545 to today's total. Or why the overall number of annual pot arrests has gone up every consecutive year but two for the past 16 years.
Perhaps the explanation is two-fold. It's plausible that the federal government is—and always has—greatly underestimated the number of Americans who use pot. (Does anyone really believe that cops are busting—on average—five percent of all pot smokers each year?) It's also plausible that an outgrowth of the ever-growing number of cops on the street (and citizens' increasing number of interactions with them) is inevitably leading to more and more pot arrests. However, regardless of the explanation, it seems remiss for police and politicians not to acknowledge this growing trend and its burdensome fiscal and even cultural implications.
The bottom line: Since 1990 over 10. 4 million Americans—predominantly young people under age 30—have been busted for pot (www. alternet. org/rights/58346). Thousands have been disenfranchised, tens of thousands have been unnecessarily sent to "drug treatment," hundreds of thousands have lost their eligibility for student aid, and perhaps an entire generation (or two) has been alienated to believe that the police are an instrument of their oppression rather than their protection. These are the tangible results of the government's stepped up war on pot—results that go beyond the FBI's record numbers, and it's high time that politicians and the general public began taking notice.
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Fixed
By
Nine Inch Nails
Release date: 2001-08-07
"NASA's "follow the water" approach to finding life--or evidence of past life--on Mars has finally hit pay dirt. Three weeks into its 90-day mission, the Phoenix lander has scraped a few centimeters down to an irrefutable layer of water ice in the martian arctic. The first robotic contact with water on Mars promises a score of chemical analyses in the next few months that could reveal whether this ice ever melted to liquid water that could have supported living organisms. And the discovery has already revealed some new mysteries beyond the question of life.
"It is with great joy that I report we have found the proof that this material really is water ice," Phoenix principal investigator Peter Smith of the University of Arizona, Tucson, said during a media teleconference today. The kilometers-thick ice cap to the north of Phoenix's landing site is exposed water ice, but orbital observations of the past decade had implied that ice must also lurk beneath just a few centimeters of loose soil well south of the ice cap. So NASA sent Phoenix to a safe-looking spot where, if past climates were warm enough, that ice might have melted to form a cozy zone for life between the ice and the soil surface (Science, 9 May, p. 738)."
i really shed a tear this morning upon finding this out...i felt like i knew george, even though we never met...i felt like he was the older brother i never had a chance to meet...the uncle that i wasnt cool enough to get in trouble drinking with.....he was a hell of a man, with a hell of an intellect....and i will miss his insight....and his comedy......
rest in peace george....and tell the invisible pink unicorn in the sky i said hello.
All of the sudden she disappears Just yesterday she was here Somebody tell me if I am sleeping Someone should be with me here (cause I don't wanna be alone) I wanna be the knife that cuts into my hand And I wanna be scattered from here in this Catapult What a big baby Won't somebody save me please You won't find nobody home All of these quiet battered voices W ait for the hunger to come We got little revolvers and stupid choices And no one to say when we're done (Well I don't wanna bring you down) I wanna be the light that burns out your eyes Cause I know there's little things about me That would sing in the silence So much rejection In every connection I make I can't find nobody home I wanna be the light that burns out your eyes, Cause I know theres little things about me That would sing in the silence So much rejection in every connection I make I wanna be the last thing that you hear When you're falling asleep.... I wanna be the knife that cuts into my hand And I want to be scattered From here in this catupult What a big baby Won't somebeody save me please I can't find nobody home
"Elderly Woman Behind The Counter In A Small Town"
PEARL JAM
i seem to recognize your face haunting, familiar, yet i can't seem to place it cannot find the candle of thought to light your name lifetimes are catching up with me all these changes taking place, i wish i'd seen the place but no one's ever taken me hearts and thoughts they fade, fade away... hearts and thoughts they fade, fade away... i swear i recognize your breath memories like fingerprints are slowly raising me, you wouldn't recall, for i'm not my former it's hard when, you're stuck upon the shelf i changed by not changing at all, small town predicts my fate perhaps that's what no one wants to see i just want to scream...hello... my god its been so long, never dreamed you'd return but now here you are, and here i am hearts and thoughts they fade...away... hearts and thoughts they fade...away... hearts and thoughts they fade, fade away... hearts and thoughts they fade...
I was down at the New Amsterdam staring at this yellow-haired girl Mr. Jones strikes up a conversation with this black- haired flamenco dancer She dances while his father plays guitar She's suddenly beautiful We all want something beautiful Man I wish I was beautiful So come dance this silence down through the morning Cut up, Maria! Show me some of them Spanish dances Pass me a bottle, Mr. Jones Believe in me Help me believe in anything Cause I want to be someone who believes Mr. Jones and me tell each other fairy tales and we st are at the beautiful women "She's looking at you. Ah, no, no, she's looking at me." Smiling in the bright lights Coming through in stereo When everybody loves you, you can never be lonely I will paint my picture Paint myself in blue and red and black and gray All of the beautiful colors are very very meaningful Gray is my favorite color I felt so symbolic yesterday If I knew Picasso I would buy myself a gray guitar and play Mr. Jones and me look into the future Stare at the beautiful women "She's looking at you, I don't think so. She's looking at me." Standing in the spotlight I bought myself a gray guitar When everybody loves me, I will never be lonely I will never be lonely I will never be lonely I want to be a lion Everybody wants to pass as cats We all want to be big big stars, But we all got different reasons for that Believe in me because I don't believe in anything And I want to be someone to believe Mr. Jones and me stumbling through the barrio Yeah we stare at the beautiful women "She's perfect for you, Man, there's got to be somebody for me." I want to be Bob Dylan Mr. Jones wishes he was someone just a little more funky When everybody loves you, son, That's just about as funky as you can be Mr. Jones and me staring at the video When I look at the television I want to see me staring right back at me We all want to be big stars But we don't know why And we don't know how But when everybody loves me I'm going to be just about as happy as I can be Mr. Jones and me, we're gonna be big stars...
Typical Situation
DAVE MATTHEWS BAND
Ten fingers we have each Nine planets around the sun repeat Eight ball is the last if you triumphant be Seven oceans pummel the shores of the sea
It's a typical situation In these typical times Too many choices
Everybody's happy Everybody's free We'll keep the big door open And everyone'll come around Why are you different Why are you that way If you don't step in line We'll lock you away
Six senses keeping Five around a sense of self Four seasons turn on and turn off I can see three corners from this corner Two is a perfect number But one
Everybody's happy Everybody's free We'll keep the big door open And everyone'll come around Why are you different Why are you that way If you don't step in line We'll lock you away
It's a typical situation In these typical times We can't do a thing about it
Black then white are, all i see in my infancy. Red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me. Lets me see.
As below, so above and beyond, I imagine drawn beyond the lines of reason. Push the envelope. Watch it bend.
Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind. Withering my intuition, missing opportunities and I must Feed my will to feel my moment drawing way outside the lines.
Black then white are, all i see in my infancy. red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me. lets me see there is so much more and beckons me to look thru to these infinite possibilities. As below, so above and beyond, I imagine drawn outside the lines of reason. Push the envelope. Watch it bend.
Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind. Withering my intuition leaving opportunities behind.
Feed my will to feel this moment, urging me to cross the line. Reaching out to embrace the random. Reaching out to embrace whatever may come.
I embrace my desire to feel the rhythm, to feel connected, enough to step aside and, weep like a widow, to feel inspired, to fathom the power, to witness the beauty, to bathe in the fountain, to swing on the spiral, to swing on the spiral, to
swing on the spiral of our divinity and still be a human
With my feet upon the ground I move myself between the sounds and open wide to suck it in. I feel it move across my skin. I'm reaching up and reaching out. I'm reaching for the random or what ever will bewilder me. what ever will bewilder me. And following our will and wind we may just go where no one's been. We'll ride the spiral to the end and may just go where no one's been.
fuck this godamned computer....i just spent the past half hour blogging a blog, in which i used the word meow in place of wors like my , mine, and now, in honor of my new apt., me being stoned and just plain enjoying my day off and my new apartment...i hit the wrong fucking button...and poof....it's all gone....son of a fucking bitch...so, now you get to read this....me bitching....the first one was better...but i aint re writing it....fuck that shit...wrote it once already....aint gonna do it. deal with it. have a day.
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Super Troopers Release date: 06 August, 2002
