A beautiful song, beautiful images of love, with a couple of personal favorites of my sasa and I thrown in here and there. ...

A MerDer video based off of the last episode "The Becoming". It's from Meredith's POV. Listen to the lyrics. Oh honey, I ... A MerDer video based off of the last episode "The Becoming". It's from Meredith's POV. Listen to the lyrics. Oh honey, I really miss you. Oh honey, though it was only yesterday you kissed me. And that kiss, that kiss was so, so true. I guess I should know better when it comes to falling. Yes, I should know better when it comes to falling. Oh honey, I really miss you. Oh honey, If only you could hold me now. 'Cause you hold, you hold me oh, so well. I guess I should know better when it comes to falling. Yes, I should know better when it comes to falling in love again. Oh honey, I really miss you. Oh honey, though it was only yesterday you kissed me. And that kiss, that kiss was so, so true. I guess I should know better when it comes to falling. Yes, I should know better when it comes to falling in love again... Thanks for watching and enjoy. I do not own any of the clips or music. The video is for entertainments purposes only. By FilmInspirations. (more) (less)

video and song of SPRING STORY movie. Starring Oguri Shun & Nishihara Aki Sacra - YESTERDAY (English Translation) The ... video and song of SPRING STORY movie. Starring Oguri Shun & Nishihara Aki Sacra - YESTERDAY (English Translation) The image of the dream we promised each other has been extended until now. I walked with you the road covered with fallen petals. The are no words, but that's ok I thought our world last an eternity. Let's meet under the avenue of cherry blossom trees, And the seasons will pass by You long hair was swaying in the wind I was the only able to look at you While time passes by quickly our dream, too, has taken a new form. Through a road of excuses I'm walking alone Wanting, pretending A mistake that can not be erased, you are more and more distant If we meet under the avenue of cherry blossom trees, Will we be the same as we were back then. While crying endlessly in the rain I recall yesterday I want to fill the distance between us I want to embrace our longing hearts Your tiny smile is still so dear (to me) The are no words, but that's ok I thought our world last an eternity. Let's meet under the avenue of cherry blossom trees, and the seasons will comes by crying ...ah! In the rain I remember yesterday... Even if this world will be stained We will continue together toward tomorrow The timy smile of yours, truly is my only light The image of the dream we promised each other is the yesterday I'm singing about in the spring breeze. ------------------- This is a sweet and cute story, you have too see it!*O* (more) (less)

I woke up yesterday, Saturday, only to find construction people taking all the trees down east of the parking structure ... I woke up yesterday, Saturday, only to find construction people taking all the trees down east of the parking structure for the Midtown Condominium project, Turner Park area. My view was blocked except for the largest tree just east of the parking structure. This is so upsetting to me. First, they took beautiful trees out of Turner Park. Beautiful evergreens and others that the birds used to gather in and sleep in at dusk. Then they took all of the trees down on Farnam Street. One was very large--a beautiful tree! Now, yesterday, they took all of the trees down just east of the parking structure. I took pics as they were taking largest tree down just east of the parking structure yesterday. I had to leave home to buy flowers for loved ones for graves at the cemetery. Got home, and tree was completely gone. That large tree is where all of the birds gathered at dusk. They would fly into the evergreens in Turner Park (what trees were left). I watched them every night. There were fewer birds this past week because they started mating and nesting, but that large tree has been their gathering place for years at dusk. Since I have lived here, I have been taking pictures of beautiful sunsets. Pictures of Turner Park and all the beautiful trees. Now I lost my view, and it will be worse once Midtown Crossing is finished. I will be staring into this huge condominium project and stores beneath. Sure, their park area will extend into what's left of Turner Park, but can they plant trees as large as the ones that were taken down? And this large tree east of the parking structure. Beautiful tree! What you see of the large tree in my first pictures of the slide show is a partial tree. Some of it was already gone when I woke up yesterday. All in the name of progress, right? Condos for the well to do and upscale stores for the well to do. Who cares about the beautiful sunsets and the birds? This whole expansion into the Turner Park area only benefits a few. I'm not opposed to progress. However, take away my view and my birds, and it gets personal. Song is Big Yellow Taxi--Counting Crows. So appropriate. (more) (less)

This is my #2 slide show of the three poles put up week of May 19. You will see one pole in front of The Clarinda. Other ... This is my #2 slide show of the three poles put up week of May 19. You will see one pole in front of The Clarinda. Other pole west of that pole on corner(partially hidden by tree). Next pole on corner of Turner Park and Farnam Streets (partial view). Look just beneath large tree partially taken down 5-24-08 in parking garage area south of Turner Park area. If anyone knows what they are for, please post. Hopefully, they are only temporary. Also, woke yesterday only to observe the taking down of ALL the trees in nice grassy area south of Turner Park. I am so upset about this. I will post another slide show of what I observed and why this whole development is so upsetting to me. Song-Big Yellow Taxi, Counting Crows. (more) (less)

Director: Paul Julian/Les Goldman. Producer: Paul Julian. Public domain video. "The_Hangman" poem by Maurice Ogden, read ... Director: Paul Julian/Les Goldman. Producer: Paul Julian. Public domain video. "The_Hangman" poem by Maurice Ogden, read by Herschel Bernardi. Musical score by Serge Hovey. POEM: Into our town the hangman came, smelling of gold and blood and flame. He paced our bricks with a different air, and built his frame on the courthouse square. The scaffold stood by the courthouse side, only as wide as the door was wide with a frame as tall, or a little more, than the capping sill of the courthouse door. And we wondered whenever we had the time, Who the criminal? What the crime? The hangman judged with the yellow twist of knotted hemp in his busy fist. And innocent though we were with dread, we passed those eyes of buckshot lead. Till one cried, "Hangman, who is he, for whom you raised the gallows-tree?" Then a twinkle grew in his buckshot eye and he gave a riddle instead of reply. "He who serves me best," said he "Shall earn the rope on the gallows-tree." And he stepped down and laid his hand on a man who came from another land. And we breathed again, for anothers grief at the hangmans hand, was our relief. And the gallows frame on the courthouse lawn by tomorrow's sun would be struck and gone. So we gave him way and no one spoke out of respect for his hangmans cloak. The next day's sun looked mildly down on roof and street in our quiet town; and stark and black in the morning air the gallows-tree on the courthouse square. And the hangman stood at his usual stand with the yellow hemp in his busy hand. With his buckshot eye and his jaw like a pike, and his air so knowing and business-like. And we cried, "Hangman, have you not done, yesterday with the alien one?" Then we fell silent and stood amazed. "Oh, not for him was the gallows raised." He laughed a laugh as he looked at us, "Do you think I've gone to all this fuss, To hang one man? That's the thing I do. To stretch the rope when the rope is new." Above our silence a voice cried "Shame!" and into our midst the hangman came; to that mans place, "Do you hold," said he, "With him that was meat for the gallows-tree?" He laid his hand on that one's arm and we shrank back in quick alarm. We gave him way, and no one spoke, out of fear of the hangmans cloak. That night we saw with dread surprise the hangmans scaffold had grown in size. Fed by the blood beneath the chute, the gallows-tree had taken root. Now as wide, or a little more than the steps that led to the courthouse door. As tall as the writing, or nearly as tall, half way up on the courthouse wall. The third he took, we had all heard tell, was a usurer..., an infidel. And "What" said the hangman, "Have you to do with the gallows-bound..., and he a Jew?" And we cried out, "Is this one he who has served you well and faithfully?" The hangman smiled, "It's a clever scheme to try the strength of the gallows beam." The fourth man's dark accusing song had scratched our comfort hard and long. "And what concern," he gave us back, "Have you ... for the doomed and black?" The fifth, the sixth, and we cried again, "Hangman, hangman, is this the man?" "It's a trick", said he, "that we hangman know for easing the trap when the trap springs slow." And so we ceased and asked now more as the hangman tallied his bloody score. And sun by sun, and night by night the gallows grew to monstrous height. The wings of the scaffold opened wide until they covered the square from side to side. And the monster cross beam looking down, cast its shadow across the town. Then through the town the hangman came and called through the empty streets...my name. I looked at the gallows soaring tall and thought ... there's no one left at all for hanging ... and so he called to me to help take down the gallows-tree. And I went out with right good hope to the hangman's tree and the hangman's rope. He smiled at me as I came down to the courthouse square...through the silent town. Supple and stretched in his busy hand, was the yellow twist of hempen strand. He whistled his tune as he tried the trap and it sprang down with a ready snap. Then with a smile of awful command, He laid his hand upon my hand. "You tricked me Hangman." I shouted then, "That your scaffold was built for other men, and I'm no henchman of yours." I cried. "You lied to me Hangman, foully lied." Then a twinkle grew in his buckshot eye, "Lied to you...tricked you?" He said "Not I...for I answered straight and told you true. The scaffold was raised for none but you." ." "For who has served more faithfully? With your coward's hope." said He, "And where are the others that might have stood side by your side, in the common good?" "Dead!" I answered, and amiably "Murdered," the Hangman corrected me. "First the alien ... then the Jew. I did no more than you let me do." Beneath the beam that blocked the sky none before stood so alone as I. The Hangman then strapped me...with no voice there to cry "Stay!" ... for me in the empty square. (more) (less)

PLEASE READ: After being abandoned by the eagles, permission has been given to remove eggs from the nest at Norfolk ... PLEASE READ: After being abandoned by the eagles, permission has been given to remove eggs from the nest at Norfolk Botanical Gardens. In a cooperative effort between the VDGIF, Norfolk Botanical Garden staff, and private companies, the eggs were removed on February19, 2008. The entire procedure was not only seen live streaming courtesy of WVEC but there was also commentary by Perry Matthewes, NBG camera operator, during the process in a chat room provided by WVEC. Below are some of those comments. * Biologists have prepared a container for the arborist to carry up the tree. The container will be compartmentalized to hold each egg. * Norfolk Botanical: The removal of the eggs requires both federal and state permits. the permits were received this morning. Only two people in the region are qualified to undertake this operation. *Norfolk Botanical: Good afternoon and welcome to the removal of eggs from the eagles nest at *Norfolk Botanical Garden. There are three reasons for removing the eggs. 1. by removing the abandoned eggs, it will increase the probability that more eggs will be laid. 2. Biologists will examine the embryos to analyze growth rate and learn more about the early development of eagle eggs. 3. biologist will make a chemical analysis of the eggs to look at the adult eagles diet and look at any chemicals in their food chain. *Norfolk Botanical: The eggs will be taken by the authorized representative to the Center for Conservation Biology at William & Mary. From there they will go to the Virginia Institute of Marine Science for analysis. *Norfolk Botanical: The eagles have not been around the nest tree since yesterday. *Norfolk Botanical: As a recap - two eggs were removed and there are no signs of a third as we thought. The eggs will be analyzed by CCB at William & Mary and VIMS *Norfolk Botanical: VIMS = Virginia Institute of Marine Science *Norfolk Botanical: This has been a partnership of many agencies and private companies (more) (less)

im only 12!!!!! so dont bother leaving bad comments. lyrics Turn my mic up louder I got to say something Light weights ... im only 12!!!!! so dont bother leaving bad comments. lyrics Turn my mic up louder I got to say something Light weights steppin aside when we comin' Feel it in your chest the syllables get pumping People on the street they panic and start running Words on loose leaf sheet complete coming I jump on my mind, I summon the rhyme, I'm dumping Healing the blind I promise to let the sun in Sick of the dark ways we marched to the drummin' Jump when they tell us that they wanna see jumping Fuck that I wanna see some fists pumping Risk something, take back what's yours Say something that you know they might attack you for Cause I'm sick of being treated like I have before Like it's stupid standing for what I'm standing for Like this war's really just a different brand of war Like it doesn't cater the rich and abandon poor Like they understand you in the back of the jet When you can't put gas in your tank These fuckers are laughing their way to the bank and cashing their check Asking you to have compassion and have some respect For a leader so nervous in an obvious way Stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay And the rest of the world watching at the end of the day In their living room laughing like "what did he say?" [Bridge] Amen Amen Amen Amen Amen In my living room watching but I am not laughing Cause when it gets tense I know what might happen The world is cold the bold men take action Have to react or get blown into fractions Ten years old is something to see Another kid my age drug under the jeep Taken and bound and found later under the tree I wonder if he thought the next one could be me Do you see the soldiers that are out today To brush the dust from bullet proof vests away It's ironic, at times like this you pray But a bomb blew the mosque up yesterday There's bombs in the buses, bikes, roads Inside your market, your shops, your clothes My dad he's got a lot of fear I know But enough pride inside not to let that show My brother had a book he would hold with pride A little red cover with a broken spine On the back, he hand wrote a quote inside "When the rich wage war it's the poor who die" Meanwhile, the leader just talks away Stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay And the rest of the world watching at the end of the day Both scared and angry like "what did he say?" [Bridge] Amen Amen Amen Amen Amen With hands held high into a sky so blue As the ocean opens up to swallow you With hands held high into a sky so blue As the ocean opens up to swallow you With hands held high into a sky so blue As the ocean opens up to swallow you With hands held high into a sky so blue As the ocean opens up to swallow you With hands held high into a sky so blue As the ocean opens up to swallow you With hands held high into a sky so blue As the ocean opens up to swallow you (more) (less)

Here is a close up picture of my two sons. Simon (14) is on the left, David (21) is on the right. Not quite as ... Here is a close up picture of my two sons. Simon (14) is on the left, David (21) is on the right. Not quite as frightening as Jim's picture yesterday. This picture was taken in October 2006, on the balcony of the room we stayed in for my daughter Helen's wedding to Andy in Taormina, Sicily. Simon is very good at football, and plays for his school and local team. Local paper match report for 29/1/08: "Carr Begins Rout Charlton Rovers Blues U-15s 9, Southside Cubs U-15s 1 In blustery conditions Blues took an early lead with a fierce shot from Simon Carr, who then doubled the lead with a well taken penalty." Local paper match report for 15/12/07: "Charlton Rovers Blues 1, Southside 2 Rovers took an early lead when Simon Carr ran the length of the pitch before calmly slotting home." Local paper match report for 27/11/07: "Carr Steers Blues To Win Forest Green 0, Charlton Rovers Blues 3 Early pressure resulted in Simon Carr scoring from close range. Rovers pushed forward in the second half and Simon Carr went on to complete a hat-trick." Who knows what the future holds in a very competitive sport? Our local football team is Cheltenham Town FC, who have won their last 4 matches. They are currently 19th of 24 in English League Division 1. They gained promotion from non league to Football League in 1998. This song seems most appropriate for two brothers. It's the only Abba song where Benny wrote the lyrics, which he did for his partner's Frida's first lead vocal with the group. It was recorded on January 25 1973 at KMH Studio Stockholm. From Ring Ring album (1973). Lyrics: Well, there was me and Bobby and Bobby's brother, Please take me back to that place, Where I've got all my memories, Those were my happiest days, I remember all the games we used to play - I really do, And I went to see them almost every day -- I wanted to, Though we quarrelled at times, And had a few fights, We were the best of friends, We found a place in the sun, To have enough fun, Well, there was me and Bobby and Bobby's brother Wildest kids you could see, We would play together, Climbing the apple-tree, Yes, there was me and Bobby and Bobby's brother Please take me back to that place, Where I've got all my memories, Those were my happiest days, They would take me out for football games, And such they liked to play, And I guess I didn't like it very much - but anyway, I was happy and proud to be with the boys, Being a little girl, I found a place in the sun, To have enough fun, Well, there was me and Bobby and Bobby's brother Wildest kids you could see, We would play together, Climbing the apple tree, Yes, there was me and Bobby and Bobby's brother Please take me back to that place, Where I've got all my memories, Those were my happiest days, Well, there was me and Bobby and Bobby's brother Please take me back to that place, Where I've got all my memories, Those were my happiest days, (Got all my memories, those were my happiest days) Where I've got all my memories, Those were my happiest days, (Got all my memories, those were my happiest days) Where I've got all my memories, Those were my happiest days, (Got all my memories, those were my happiest days) (more) (less)

Hey! This Is My Second Lyric Movie! And It Was Hard!!!!! 'Cause He Sings So Fast!!! I Plan On Making A Few More Linkin ... Hey! This Is My Second Lyric Movie! And It Was Hard!!!!! 'Cause He Sings So Fast!!! I Plan On Making A Few More Linkin Park Videos So I Hope You Look At Those Too!!! I Just Really Like This Song Thats The Only Reason I Wanted To Make It. Thank You For Watching If You Did!!! And Please Rate And Comment But TRY To Be Nice! Lyrics: Turn my mike up louder I got to say something Light weights step to the side when we come in Feel it in your chest the syllables get pumping People on the street they panic and start running Words on loose leaf sheet complete coming I jump in my mind and summon the rhyme, I'm dumping Healing the blind I promise to let the sun in Sick of the dark ways we march to the drum and Jump when they tell us that they wanna see jumping Fuck that I wanna see some fists pumping Risk something, take back what's yours Say something that you know they might attack you for Cause I'm sick of being treated like I have before Like it's stupid standing for what I'm standing for Like this war's really just a different brand of war Like it doesn't cater the rich and abandon poor Like they understand you in the back of the jet When you can't put gas in your tank These fuckers are laughing their way to the bank and cashing the check Asking you to have compassion and have some respect For a leader so nervous in an obvious way Stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay And the rest of the world watching at the end of the day In their living room laughing like "what did he say?" [Chorus:] Amen Amen Amen Amen Amen In my living room watching but I am not laughing Cause when it gets tense I know what might happen World is cold the bold men take action Have to react or get blown into fractions Ten years old it's something to see Another kid my age drugged under a jeep Taken and bound and found later under a tree I wonder if he had thought the next one could be me Do you see the soldiers they're out today They brush the dust from bullet proof vests away It's ironic at times like this you pray But a bomb blew the mosque up yesterday There's bombs in the buses, bikes, roads Inside your market, your shops, your clothes My dad he's got a lot of fear I know But enough pride inside not to let that show My brother had a book he would hold with pride A little red cover with a broken spine On the back, he hand-wrote a quote inside When the rich wage war it's the poor who die Meanwhile, the leader just talks away Stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay And the rest of the world watching at the end of the day both scared and angry like "what did he say?" [Chorus x6] [x6] With hands held high into the sky so blue, As the ocean opens up to swallow you. (more) (less)

Read the description before you see the video. There's a white angle in heaven now. This is a video in memory of my ... Read the description before you see the video. There's a white angle in heaven now. This is a video in memory of my beloved Shakira. Se was put down on Monday April 16th 2007 due illness in her legs, only 11 years old. They didn't even know what she had in her legs but one thing they were sure on was that it couldn't heal. I believe that with the right treatment and a lot of rest anyone can get better! And there are proof on that. If I only had the money, than I would buy her for any price. So if it was true I'll never know but all I can say is that I'm happy for all those years I got with her. It was a hard time when I got the news that she was going to be put down. I was there so often I could to take pictures and just be with her. Friday the 13th was going to be a wonderful day, that's what I thought. I had been promised to take her and walk in the manége. I was so happy but that was the last time I ever saw my little pony. I received some great photographs and I had a lovely time with her. I remember how I gave her a big hug and said "I love you", unknowing that it was the last time I ever laid my arms around her. After that I walked her back to her box and I gave her the carrots I had left. When I had to go I whispered "goodbye" for myself with the thoughts in my mind "I'll see you again in two-tree days" On Tuesday after school I decided to go and see her again so I took my camera and some carrots. I walked in to the stable and went to her box. I notice it was empty so I went out to check if she was in the pasture. But no horse there either. I went back to her box and I just stood there while my thoughts went round in my head. "Is she gone? No, she has to be out somewhere.. Right?" I bit my lip and after awhile I understood that they had taken her but it wasn't before I herd a voice behind my back who said "Oh...Shakira is gone" that it really got to me. It was true, the day had come. My little pony, who has meant more than most during all of my horse years is now gone. After 5 years with you and now everything is changed. I'm happy for all the time I got with you but I don't really understand. How someone so beautiful and young have to leave this place. It was you who thought me what love really is! I ran out from the stable and when the last door opened I broke down in tears. That was my worst day ever! I don't know if I ever will go back to that stable again, it would be to painful. At least I know she has it great on the green fields in Trapalanda. * It has been a year now since she left me and all I have is memories to keep. I miss her so much and I will never stop doing that. It's just something I have to live with. Sometimes it still feels like it was yesterday she was here with me. And not a day goes by without a thought of her! Rest in peace my love. You will be remembered and you will always be the only one for me. We'll meet again someday. -v- 1996 - 2007 Thanks for all the comments, it means a lot! (more) (less)

Living daily in reality entails seeing clearly that you personally have a loving father who made you inside his own son ... Living daily in reality entails seeing clearly that you personally have a loving father who made you inside his own son so that he could live the life through you that he has planned. What we saw yesterday was that we have had no time for that kind of thinking; we are utterly taken up with getting enough food, clothing, and shelter to gain some sense of security from these things; getting enough respect and recognition from other people to give us some sense of significance; and arranging circumstances and events so that we have a little pleasure and happiness to make life bearable. All of this focuses us -- not on some creator somewhere out there -- but solidly on this world around us; it is the source we look to for our livelihood. Why does our maker allow this to happen? Because of his own nature-which is love-a real desire to give what he has and is-to others-not because he has to but because he wants to. This means giving the free will that he himself has -- so that we are truly free to return that to him; so he gives us the freedom to reject him and his love or to love him in return. This was expressed by his son here on earth when he said "Jerusalem, Jerusalem, how often would I have gathered you as a hen gathers her chickens, but you would not". It's why throughout the years in which the nation of Israel turned away from him to other gods, the prophets said "the steadfast love of the Lord never ceases; his mercies never come to an end". Although God has planned that the rarest flower has a bee or moth that is able to pollinate it and that the air pressure of our atmosphere is precisely right for us to exist without exploding or imploding -- and although he has carefully planned your life in detail, yet he bears all the independent selfishness and irritability you choose to express. The result is that this world is actually a picture of what life would be like without a creator who is our loving Father. Just as permission to eat of the tree of life and to reject the tree of the knowledge of good and evil was given in the Genesis account of creation, so this present world is a clear presentation to us of life or death -- it is our opportunity to acquiese the our creator's plan for us or to reject it. However, there is no permanent life apart from our Maker's, so our father faces a devastating situation when He creates us. We can only be what he is if we have his freedom, but if we use it to reject him, then we lose any possibility of retaining life -- because there is no life apart from him! This is why he made us in his son. (more) (less)

I am an aspiring young writer who usually writes fiction but this is a poem I wrote first when I was 13 and then revamped ... I am an aspiring young writer who usually writes fiction but this is a poem I wrote first when I was 13 and then revamped it when I was 15. I am now 16 and I've had this poem published once in a local newspaper, and now officially on Youtube! Due to time, I left out a verse in the poem which is titled "Life". Here's the entire poem: Life, It's a short story that everyone wishes Would last just a little longer. A race that seems too long while you run it, But quick as a blink once it's finished. It's running in the same circle over and over again Before realizing the door has been open the entire time. And a kick in the face When all you really need is a hug. A hang over after having nothing to drink, An Advil when you need a doctor, And a flower in the middle of a polluted city. It's cheating and still losing, Trying only to fail, And having success that just doesn't feel right. It's drowning in a pool with no water, Falling out of a tree you didn't climb, And getting the job you didn't want. It's the empty spaces in a cemetery, And not wanting to be the one to fill them. An example of what not to do, But doing it anyways. It's the same mistakes over and over again, And learning that they're impossible to avoid. It's sun during the funerals, And rain on the wedding days. It's blinking at the best part And falling asleep before New Years. Then waking up and forgetting That yesterday was ever there. Its memories lost that are longed to be remembered. It's remembering memories that are longed to be lost. It's protecting the heart with a shield of glass, Propaganda and lies being fed to the brain, And staying in the seat when the time comes to stand. It's laughing at a joke that really isn't funny, And smiling in front of a hidden frown. The fake I love you's and true just kidding's. The harsh burns and wounds to the soul. It's taking one step forward, but falling back five. It's slipping on a dry floor, Falling through ice that isn't thin, And buying something that didn't break. It's making fun by calling real names, Walking in the sun but still feeling rain. It's listening to words that aren't meant to be heard, But ignoring what really should be said. Letting go of problems that should be held on to And holding onto grudges that should be let go. It's forgiving and forgetting, when really it's remembered, Acting like its fine when it's all knotted up, And keeping things inside until they boil out. It's laughter and love, a privilege and a gift. It's seeing but being blind, Hearing but being deaf, And the voices of the mute. It's listening to the song no one is singing And watching TV when the show is over. It's reality in the middle of fantasy, And being unable to tell which one is real. It's the first and last breaths, The words left unsaid, And the answer to all questions. It's just because And I don't know. Go away and are we there yet? Its tomorrow's promises, today's worries, And yesterday's regrets. It's smiling to a stranger that doesn't smile back. It's a game played by the entire population, A competition that'll never end. It's a beginning with no ending, A story without a plot. It's not right and unfair, I don't like you and go away. It's leave me alone and shut up, I'm sorry and I forgive you. It's twisted and wasted and taken advantage of, It's broken and mended but still not fixed. It's leaving and unable to come back, Finding a home that's already taken, The American dream that doesn't exist. It feels right when it's wrong And wrong when it's right, It's being first but feeling last. But it's the reason we're here, And we call it life. Enjoy and comment; I'd love to know what people think of it! (more) (less)

http://bahaivideo.com/ http://www.bahaiview.org/ http://www.bahaullah.de/ We are actually living in an unlawful country ... http://bahaivideo.com/ http://www.bahaiview.org/ http://www.bahaullah.de/ We are actually living in an unlawful country. Any country can be ruled in dictatorship methods, But dictatorships also have rules and act according to them. These rules may not satisfy the liberals, but they are enacted. Iran's regime however, does not enforce even their own laws. Now, there are rogue and unrestrained groups who go freely creating their own law, and try to enforce them. One of such groups are the so called the unknown soldiers of the Lord of the Ages. I had a letter from a friend from Shiraz who was an eye witness of a cruel event of attempt to execute the Baha'is there. Previously they wrote letters to 8 Baha'is warning them of their imminent execution in public if they did not recant their beliefs. One they 2 of these executors traps a Baha'i man who was boarding his vehicle And in the daylight they tie him to a tree and pour over him some gas they had obtained from his own car. They try to set fire to him, throwing at him some lit matches but they put off before reaching him, until he could step on the last match that got to him and could put that out. Fortunately some people who passed by come closer and the two guys ran away. Nobody ever thinks of persecuting the two strikers who were going to kill an innocent man. Nobody even cares who they were. Out Iran is an Iran of the Baha'is, of Jews, of Christians, Zoroastrians, Sunnis, and Shiites. We do not have an Iran exclusive for the Shiites of Mr. Ahmadi Nejad and his gangs. While our existing laws are not enforced and while the minimum human rights are not respected, there we can say like Mr Larijani, Ahmadi Nejad's main political opponent that Islam should not oppose logic and rationalism. Islam and rationalism can coexist and go hand in hand too. So, this rationalism has no presence in this government, and as far as this lawlessness continues, my fear is that rogue groups and increase and take the law in their own hands, and the victims of the 1 million signature campaign of the women may grow and arrested students may increase in numbers. The government's policy seems to be that of not taking long term political prisoners. They rather keep a prisoner in constant torture for 6 to 12 months, enough to break all his character and personality so that he will never consider to be a problem for them. And then they go bust others. It is of great importance that human rights groups all over the world be concerned on this matter so as to never let the nuclear issues the between the West and Iran, will not put in oblivion the human rights violation there. Moderator Mr. Afshari , Dr. Barati mentioned the human rights violations in Iran. The event he mentioned in Shiraz occurred two weeks ago. Of course the persecution against the Bahaìs has been going on since the beginning of the regime, but now it is taking new directions. Some believe they are the old Hojatiye group Who do you think these unknown soldiers might be? And do you think that this lawlessness is a result of the chaotic elections taken place 2 weeks ago? Mr. Afshari No, this has nothing to do with the recent election. And these groups do not seem to be rogue and unrestrained. They are protected groups made by the government .to do the dirty work and push away the minorities and exterminate them like in the case of the Baha'is. They are even organized and coordinated by the government. Who are these soldiers? They could be the same plain dressed militias like Hezbollah . The names are different but the groups are of the same origin. And the experience has revealed that they are well connected to their own secret police forces. I believe that no only the Baha'is but other groups are at stake here. For example yesterday a Sunni priest called Ayub Ganji was arrested in Sanandaj when he was going to lead the Friday prayer. 2 more Sunni priests were hanged in Baluchestan last week with no apparent reason Whenever the government is concerned about the expansion of a minority group, it increases the pressure on them Mr. khamenehì had issued a decree to keep a close eye on the baha'is and monitor their activities. He does not want to pay a high price as for his reputation is concerned, so he gives the dirty work to such clandestine groups. moderator Thank you and thanks to the audience and we'll see you until the next program. Sarbazane ghomname Emame Zameh chee kesani hastand ?? (more) (less)

I'm really sorry I haven't posted in a long time! It took me forever to try and think of a good chapter to write ... I'm really sorry I haven't posted in a long time! It took me forever to try and think of a good chapter to write. Hopefully this one came out good and was worth your wait! :) Rhiley: Okay... Well, I found out yesterday, when I went back to Dj... that... Nick attacked me... because... he got a "high for me..." Joe: A.. "high for you?" Rhiley: Yeah, like... he could've... (mutters under breath) raped me... Joe: (defensive) He would never do that. I know my brother, he wouldn't do that even if he was on some kind of high. Rhiley: I'm not saying he would- Joe: But your brother is. Rhiley: All my brother did was protect me. Joe: Oh, so now he just assumes that Nick was gonna rape you?? Rhiley: (getting defensive) Well you were only bitten like, what, a year ago? Dj said it takes just that long, maybe a little more, for that to wear off! Plus the way you came onto me yesterday sure helped support it! Joe: (taken aback) I was eating, and you were there, and I wasn't in full control of myself. I told you that. Rhiley: So what, next time you eat something I have to watch out for you? What about when you get hungry and there's nothing around, are you gonna eat me? Joe: I wouldn't eat you, and you should know that! I don't eat the ones I care about. Rhiley: What about someone you don't know? Would you eat them, too? Joe: What about you? Have you ever eaten anyone?? Rhiley: (silent) Joe: Of course. We've all had it happen at least once before. Even me. And just because I was bitten a year ago doesn't mean that I'm less superior than you! You were born into it. You were probably feasting on your fingers when you came out! Rhiley: (punches his shoulder hard) Shut up!!! (gets up and walks away) Joe: (stands up and follows her) Rhiley, I'm sorry, I didn't mean that! Rhiley: (silent and trying to hold back tears) Joe: Rhiley, please wait. Rhiley: (stops and turns to him, making him jump a little) If you won't admit to your brothers freakish ways, I'm gonna go ask him myself! Joe: No!! Rhiley: Why not?? Joe: I-He-We-They-Ukh! Yes!! Okay?? Yes!! It's a possibility that you could've gotten raped! But it's not his fault! He's a young vampire and he still hasn't been able to fully control himself! But I swear, he will never, ever rape you! Rhiley: (scoffs) I knew it! (leaps up into a tree) Joe: Rhiley!! (jumps onto a branch and climbs after her) Rhiley, come on! (slips) Ah! You're being completely ridiculous! Rhiley: (climbs faster) Me?? You're brother could've freaking raped me and you insult the fact I'm a natural born vampire, and you call me the ridiculous one?? Joe: (a branch slaps his face) Ow! I said I was sorry! Rhiley: I don't think sorry can help at this point! (still climbing) Joe: (Meets up with Rhiley at the top of the tree) Then what will?? Rhiley: Let me talk to your brother. Joe: (sighs) You're so stubborn sometimes... Rhiley: (glares at him) Joe: (groans) Fine... by yourself? Rhiley: Yes. (more) (less)

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Video by Buildestroy.com / SecretHistory.tv Please support independent art buy the video on Itunes - $1.99 http://phobos ... Video by Buildestroy.com / SecretHistory.tv Please support independent art buy the video on Itunes - $1.99 http://phobos.apple.com/WebObjects/MZStore.woa/wa/viewVideo? id=279230130&s=143441 Thanks for the support, fine ART ain't cheap! The Grouch "ARTSY" | Taken from the New Album The Grouch "Show You the World" http://www.therealgrouch.com http://www.myspace.com/artsyvideo DIRECTOR: http://www.secrethistory.tv DESIGN/ANIMATION: http://www.buildestroy.com LIVE ACTION SHOOT: http://www.reelroots.com DP: August Thurmer CAMERA: Rich Hama GAFFER: Robby Terry II PRODUCER: David Simpson EDITOR: Ryan Flanery CREATIVE DIRECTOR: Cory Shaw STARRING: The Grouch David Simpson August Thurmer Robby Terry II Rich Hama Ryan Flanery Cory Shaw CHORUS ILLUSTRATION: Ariel Shepard ILLUSTRATION: Cory Shaw Miguel Perez Eric Angelini LEAD ANIMATORS: Daniel Blanco Cory Shaw ASSISTANT ANIMATORS: Andrew Best Jason Han Steve Galvez PHOTOGRAPHY: Cory Shaw Ariel Shepard Thanks to all you Artsy hipsters! The PARANOID OR CONSERVATIVE VIEWER however may be confused by the ARTSY video's persistent presence and condemn it as an underground cult with subversive intentions. The ARTSY video is none of that. The ARTSY movement can best be explained as an experiment in ARTOLOGY. For those who have been surrounded by the ARTSY video, its familiarity and cultural resonance is comforting and owning an ARTSY video provides a souvenir or keepsake, a memento. People have often demanded the ARTSY video merely because they have seen it everywhere and possessing an ARTSY video provides a sense of belonging. The ARTSY video seems mostly to be embraced by those who are (or at least want to seem to be) ARTSY. Lyrics: YOU AIN'T ARTSIER THAN ME CAUSE YOU GOT SIDE BURNS AND VINTAGE TEE YOU AIN'T ARTSIER THAN ME CAUSE YOU PLUCK A GUITAR THAT AIN'T AIN'T FUCKIN' BIZARRE YOU AIN'T ARTSIER THAN ME CAUSE YOU LIVE IN LOS FELIZ, BITCH YOU AIN'T JESUS YOU AIN'T ARTSIER THAN ME I GOT A COLORFUL VOCAB WATCH THE LOW JAB SO WHAT YOU'RE A VEGAN IT SHOWS IN YOUR PRESENCE; YOU BE GEEKIN' AND YOU BEEN SEEKIN' THE SAME LIGHT SPEAKIN' OF GAME LIKE THE ENEMY, HANG TIGHT I GOT A TALE ABOUT SIX FOOT ONE BY INFINITY FULL OF SUN, RAIN AND POTENTIAL ENERGY ALL THEY SAW WERE THE K-SWISS CLEAN, CRISP, CREASED JEANS MEANS THIS SO YOU THOUGHT AND DIPPED MY WALK'S HIP, THOUGHTS; HIPPER UNZIP THE ZIPPER NO I DON'T WEAR HEMP OR DRINK LIQUOR THAT DON'T MAKE ME THE MAN JUST A LITTLE BIT SICKER SPIT KICKER WITH AN EYE FOR THE BIG DIPPER FROM AN ISLAND CLIFF EMERGES A LOUD WHISPER AND I'M PROUD OF THIS, IT'S MY ART YOUR DOIN' YOGA JUST TO LOOK THE PART YOU AIN'T ARTSIER THAN ME CAUSE YOU CHOP UP BREAKS AND YOU DIG IN THE CRATES YOU AIN'T ARTSIER THAN ME YOU'RE JUST A TRENDY LESBIAN DREADLOCKED THESPIAN YOU AIN'T ARTSIER THAN ME CAUSE YOU MAKE WEED BROWNIES AND KNIT WOOL HATS YOU AIN'T ARTSIER THAN ME YOU PSEUDO ELITIST OLD SCHOOL SAP DON'T LET AN 808 SCARE YA SHAKE STRIPES OF YOUR SHIRT AND CLEAR THE WHOLE AREA I'M A HUMANOID TOO AND IF YOU'RE COOL WITH ME THEN I'LL LOOK PAST THE VOID IN YOU INSTEAD OF THROUGH I'M DOWN WITH VW'S AND FLOSSED OUT CADDY'S ON 22'S TOO I BANG FOR GOOD, FOOLS KILL FOR NOTHIN' I BUILD FOR SOMETHIN FAMILY AND PEACE HAND ME THE PIECE I'LL HIT IT I'M SOCIAL HEAR MY OPINION I'M PROUD, I'M VOCAL LOCAL IN A FOREIGN PLACE MORE DIGITAL THAN DUSTY BUT TRUST ME, I BE TOURIN' SPACE YOU BE WHORING AT A COMFORTABLE PACE YOU BE SKIPPIN' A CHORE TO JUMP IN THE RACE I BE BUMPIN' MY BASS LIKE YOU COLLECT COMICS I'M NOT WIERD, I'M HONEST YOU AIN'T ARTSIER THAN ME CAUSE YOU ONLY READ BOOKS, DON'T WATCH T.V. YOU AIN'T ARTSIER THAN ME CAUSE YOU SHOP AT WHOLE FOODS IN OPEN TOED SHOES YOU AIN'T ARTSIER THAN ME CAUSE YOU SPEAK REAL SOFT AND DRINK CHAI TEA YOU AIN'T ARTSIER THAN ME I RECYCLE TOO, I'M KIND OF LIKE YOU I JUST LOOK CLEANER, GROWN DEMEANOR WEAR DEODERANT, REGISTERED VOTER AND A TREE HUGGER TOO, NOT IN THESE CLOTHES ME LOVA A YOU BUT IT'S GOTTA BE BOTH WAYS MOST DAYS I'M EARTHY, STAY GROUNDED OFTEN IT'S A PAPER CHASE, I'M WELL ROUNDED STRAIGHTER FACE, TOWNISH, IT'S ALL BOUNDLESS I MAKE IT SOUND UNIVERSALLY DOPE OVERCOME ADVERSITY, RESHAPE THE WORST OF ME DO IT FOR THE LOVE AND RELEASE IT COMMERCIALLY LIKE A BLOCKBUSTER STARTED AT SUNDANCE CAN'T STOP MAN, YOU ONLY GET ONE CHANCE PRESENTATION IS KEY, HESITATION AIN'T SEE INNOVATION IS MY A-R-T DEDICATION IS FREE, OCCUPATION IS ME INNOVATION IS MY A-R-T YOU AIN'T ARTSIER THAN ME CAUSE YOU DRIVE A HYBRID AND CARPOOL WITH THREE YOU AIN'T ARTSIER THAN ME CAUSE YOU'RE A SIXTEENTH MEXICAN, YOU AIN'T ETHNIC AND YOU AIN'T ARTSIER THAN ME YOU'RE JUST A BROKE ASS POET WITH THE SAME OLD CADENCE YOU AIN'T ARTSIER THAN ME WE WERE CONSCIOUS FIRST, WELCOME TO EARTH (more) (less)