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Are you ready to quit?
Are you ready to learn?
Are you ready to find the spark inside and let it burn?
I'm the walls that close in
I'm the words you won't say
I'm the voices you choose to keep inside
And lock away
Everyday
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I don't want to be flawless. When I go I want the cuts to show.
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Passion. It lies in all of us, sleeping, waiting.
And though unwanted, unbidden, it will stir.
Open its jaws and howl.
It speaks to us, guides us, passion rules us all.
And we obey, what other choice do we have?
Passion is the source of our finest moments.
The joy of love, the clarity of hatred,
and the ecstacy of grief.
It hurts sometimes more than we can bear.
If we could live without passion,
maybe we'd know some kind of peace.
But we would be hollow.
Empty rooms, shuttered, dank.
Without passion, we'd be truly dead.
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'Cause sometimes you just feel tired, you feel weak
And when you feel weak you feel like you want to just give up
But you gotta search within you, you gotta find that inner strength
And just pull that shit out of you and get that motivation to not give up
And not be a quitter, no matter how bad you want to just fall flat on your face and collapse
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Music is like a tattoo,
and bands have to make music
where people are proud to wear your tattoo,
no matter what kind of music you like.
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For some, music is not just a pastime,
It’s an undeniable fact of living,
A blissful slavery of mind, body and soul.
To rise above the ashes of mediocrity is rare,
Yet the gift of song is freely handed out to anyone who cares to receive it,
Instantly shattering our daily drudgery. The path to pursue more than the usual,
More than what is safe and known,
Is wrought with time-sharpened jagged blade s that cut deep,
Blocking many from the road to something greater,
Beyond the stunted imagination of their peers. Within the veins of the few,
Passion fills every sinew with a sweet unquenchable purpose,
Calming the fear of those treacherous paths,
Though every slice burns and bleeds,
Still they take each cut
And wear the scars with pride to signal their choice,
That undying pursuit of greater joy within every cord.
And so they say – Watch me bleed
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When life knocks you down..calmly get back up, smile, and very politely, say, "You hit like a bitch."
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I’ll never show you my cards, I won’t be playing a hand worth bluffing. But when you’re running with me, you won’t be wondering why you’ve fallen.
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Night before Christmas- for a Marine
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Posted:Dec 13, 2015 3:17 pm
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‘Twas the night before Christmas, he lived all alone, In a one-bedroom house made of plaster and stone. I had come down the chimney, with presents to give and to see just who in this home did live. As I looked all about, a strange sight I did see, no tinsel, no presents, not even a tree. No stocking by the fire, just boots filled with sand. On the wall hung pictures of a far distant land. With medals and badges, awards of all kind, a sobering thought soon came to my mind. For this house was different, unlike any I’d seen. This was the home of a U.S. Marine.
I’d heard stories about them, I had to see more, so I walked down the hall and pushed open the door. And there he lay sleeping, silent, alone, Curled up on the floor in his one-bedroom home. He seemed so gentle, his face so serene, Not how I pictured a U.S. Marine. Was this the hero, of whom I’d just read? Curled up in his poncho, a floor for his bed? His head was clean-shaven, his weathered face tan. I soon understood, this was more than a man. For I realized the families that I saw that night, owed their lives to these men, who were willing to fight. Soon around the Nation, the would play, And grown-ups would celebrate on a bright Christmas day. They all enjoyed freedom, each month and all year, because of Marines like this one lying here.
I couldn’t help wonder how many lay alone, on a cold Christmas Eve, in a land far from home. Just the very thought brought a tear to my eye. I dropped to my knees and I started to cry. He must have awoken, for I heard a rough voice, “Santa, don’t cry, this life is my choice I fight for freedom, I don’t ask for more. My life is my God, my country, my Corps.” With that he rolled over, drifted off into sleep, I couldn’t control it, I continued to weep. I watched him for hours, so silent and still.
I noticed he shivered from the cold night’s chill. So I took off my jacket, the one made of red, and covered this Marine from his toes to his head. Then I put on his T-shirt of scarlet and gold, with an eagle, globe and anchor emblazoned so bold. And although it barely fit me, I began to swell with pride, and for one shining moment, I was Marine Corps deep inside. I didn’t want to leave him so quiet in the night, this guardian of honor so willing to fight. But half asleep he rolled over, and in a voice clean and pure, said “Carry on, Santa, it’s Christmas Day, all secure.” One look at my watch and I knew he was right, Merry Christmas my friend, Semper Fi and goodnight.
**found this on FB
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21 amazing forgotten curse words we need to bring back
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Posted:Dec 12, 2015 3:06 pm
Last Updated:Dec 16, 2015 4:05 pm
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by Matt Hershberger
SWEARING IS ONE OF MANKIND’S FAVORITE pasttimes. It has never gone out of style, even if some words have come and gone. People’s favorite swear and curse words change over time, and this sadly means that some truly great curse words have been lost to history. While some old-timey swears sound downright tame when compared to today’s spectacularly imaginative uses of the foulest words (think about “fuckface” for a second. What could that possibly mean?), there are some that would fit right back into our modern life. Here are some that we absolutely need to get back into our lexicon.
1. Beardsplitter
A Victorian word for Penis.
2. Bedswerver
A British slang word for “cheater,” invented by William Shakespeare himself.
3. Gadzooks!
A variant of “God’s hooks,” this old curse dates back as far as the 17th century, even though it sounds like it was invented for a 1940’s Batman comic.
4. Gadsbudlikins!
A way of saying, “God’s body.” Another way of saying it is “Odd’s Bodikins!”
5. Arfarfan’arf
A Victorian term for a drunkard.
6. Rantallion
A weirdly specific Victorian word meaning “One whose scrotum is longer than his penis.”
7. Zooterkins!
A 17th century variant of “zounds!”, which was an expression of surprise or indignation.
8. Zounderkite
A Victorian word for “idiot.”
9. Bescumber
A word from the early 20th century meaning “to spray poo upon.”
10. Gamahuche
A Victorian word for Oral sex.
11. Cacafuego
This word, which means “braggart,” is Spanish in origin, literally translating as “shitfire.” It was the nickname of a ship captured by the Pirate Sir Francis Drake, who is presumably the braggart referenced by the word.
12. Thunderation!
A variant on “What in tarnation?” which itself was a lightening-up of the word “damnation,” “thunderation” was popular in the United States back in the 1830’s and 40’s. It’s time for it to come back.
13. Fopdoodle
A dumbass.
14. Fustilarian
A time-waster, and another invention of Shakespeare’s.
15. Scobberlotcher
One who never works hard.
16. Smellfungus
This word, invented by Tristram Shandy writer Laurence Sterne, was made to refer to a man he met who complained about all of the wonderful places he had traveled to. The word later went on to mean any sort of buzzkill, but I think it should come back for it’s original meaning: whiny travelers.
17. Mumblecrust
A medieval word referring to a toothless beggar from a medieval theater comedy.
18. Mosquito-buggerer
It’s Medieval, and it’s exactly what it sounds like.
19. Rakefire
One who overstays their welcome. The term itself comes from the person who stays late and keeps the fire going, even though their host wants them to leave.
20. Bejabbers!
An Irish word imported to America which was used as a substitute for “By Jesus!”
21. Muckspout
Finally: one who swears too much.
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19 amazing English words we’ve totally forgotten about
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Posted:Dec 12, 2015 3:04 pm
Last Updated:Dec 12, 2015 7:15 pm
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by Matt Hershberger
1. Twirlblast
A tornado, according to people in the 1700s. Why we switched to tornado, I’ll never understand.
2. Chork
The act of making the sound your shoes make when you’re walking in them and they’re full of water.
3. Interrobang
This actually does not refer to the activities of a successful third date, but rather refers to a specific punctuation mark that is a mixture of a question mark and an exclamation mark (‽). The fact that we choose to write ?!?! instead of using interrobangs is just sheer laziness.
4. Groaning-cheese
This amazing word refers to the Medieval belief that a woman in labor could be made to feel better by giving her some cheese. Nowadays, it’s simply cheese that’s celebratory of a birth.
5. Uglyography
Poor handwriting.
6. Ultracrepidarian
One who gives their opinions on things they don’t know about. This is a very old word derived from a Greek story. A shoemaker had approached the famous Greek painter, Apelles of Kos, and pointed out that he had drawn the sandal wrong. When Apelles fixed the sandal, the excited shoemaker began critiquing other parts of the painting. Apelles said to him, ”Sutor, ne ultra crepidum,” or, “Shoemaker, not above the sandal.” The term “ultracrepidarianism” became popular in Britain in the 19th century.
7. Feague
To put a live eel up a ’s butt. Bafflingly, this is sometimes used to refer to trying to lift someone’s spirits. Or maybe horses really love having live eels up their butts. I know very little about horses.
8. Trumpery
Things that look nice, but are actually pretty worthless. Shockingly, this is a very old, medieval English saying, and not one that was invented in reference to a current politician.
9. Throttlebottom
A dishonest public official.
10. Empurple
To make something purple. It probably gets underused because there just aren’t many opportunities for us to discuss the making purple of things, but we could easily fix that by empurpling more of our lives.
11. Pilgarlik
Someone who is bald. Apparently, in the 16th century, they thought bald men’s heads looked like peeled garlic.
12. Crapulence
Easily the most amazing synonym for “hungover,” crapulence comes from the Latin word crapula, which just means “hungover.” Why we thought saying “I’m super hungover” sounded better than, “I’m completely crapulent right now,” we’ll never know. Another great term for hangovers is “the Woofits.”
13. Callipygian
One who is callipygian is one who has a nice ass.
14. Swullocking
Humid weather.
15. Snollygoster
An unprincipled politician. Though I really didn’t need to tell you that, you can basically feel the word’s meaning from its sound. It was a 19th century slang word that probably was a derivation of “snallygaster,” which was a mythical beast that supposedly haunted the hills around Washington, DC.
16. Nibling
A catchall, non-gender specific term for nieces and nephews, much like “sibling.”
17. Chasmophile
Simply enough, this is someone who loves nooks and crannies.
18. Scurryfunge
The act of hastily cleaning before a guest arrives.
19. Widdershins
Counter-clockwise. But isn’t this so much better than saying counter-clockwise?
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Dodged a bullet
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Posted:Dec 12, 2015 2:50 pm
Last Updated:Aug 20, 2017 9:06 pm
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So.. what have I been up to someone may possibly be asking? Let's see, met a guy on a vanilla dating site back in July. He was in a marriage but getting a divorce (which did happen). We literally would talk for hours almost every night on the phone, not just texting. Plus we'd text thoughout the day. So after talking for a couple weeks I took the bus to Greensburg (he lives nearer Pitt but was gonna be in Greensburg that day) and spent the weekend with him. We didn't have sex at all. I did want to but he said after we met he didn't feel the connection. Just friends. We had a great time though. I felt a connection.
So anyway I resigned myself to nothing happening with us and I figured he'd stop talking to me. He did slow down a bit but we would still text throughout the day and talk at least twice a week and it was still for hours.
Then mid August he says he wants to see me again, that since his marriage had just been ending his mind may have been clouded and I didn't get a fair shot. So I went out the weekend before my bday end of August. That time we were more touchy but still no sex. I'm someone who kinda waits for the guy to initiate it cause I'm shy especially in the beginning. Well he's kinda submissive where he lets the girl takes control, I found out. So that time he did want it but cause of miscommunication we didn't.
Probably for the best as the short of it is after that visit he barely talked to me and then he said he got back with his wife (which I found out it didn't last long and they broke up again and are still broken up). He said I was acting crazy just cause he didn't talk to me for a few days. All I said to him was I felt things were weird cause we go from literally texting everyday and hours long convos a couple times a week to nothing. His wife even said I wasn't acting crazy and that he led me on.
So I thought we'd straightened everything out and he said we were fine then the next day he had me blocked on FB and his number was disconnected.
Then a week later his wife messages me on the vanilla site I had met him on. I thought it was a trick but she explained a lot of stuff to me about him and why she actually left him. That he has a trend of chicks are crazy and he will cut them off when he's done with them. Her and I actually became sort of friends, we talk once in awhile. How ironic.
I was sad because we had such a connection I thought. I don't find guys who I had so much in common with from books to music to movies, hell even comedians, video games, our personalities how we react to some things, and the fact he could talk for hours.
But his wife told me he has a small dick and that may be petty but she said she was really unsatisfied in their sex life. He didn't know how to use what he had either. So perhaps I dodged a bullet.
I have more to tell about what's been going on in my life but I'll save that for another entry.
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If you had to pick between these 2 health insurance plans...
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Posted:Nov 13, 2015 7:41 pm
Last Updated:Dec 2, 2015 6:01 am
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So if you had to choose paying $178 a month for health insurance and have to meet a $3250 yearly deductible before it would even begin paying for anything so any doctor's visits would be full price outta pocket but, a big if, you meet the deductible then copays are dirt cheap. Or pay $18 more a month have no deductible $30 primary care copay, $60 neurologist copay, 30% copay for blood work, and ER 30% copay which are the main things you're lookin for and with no deductible to meet thats guaranteed copays. Would you pay the more expensive with the better benefits? Also you only go see primary care once a year and neurologist twice a yr and bloodwork twice a yr.
Also no matter what this is at least a quadruple in the payment you currently make but that plan is no longer available cause of rolling in the dough supposedly.
Which would you choose?
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Halloween 2015 (pics)
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Posted:Nov 1, 2015 3:50 pm
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I had money to actually get in the Halloween spirit this year. I did have plans to go to kennywood Fright Night 2 weekends ago but yeah my friend decided to abandon me a few days before. I at least wanted to hand out candy for trick or treat last night. I never could before cause where I used to live we never got and then last year when I moved here I worked on trick or treat. So this year I planned on it. My mom said I'd be luck to get 30 . I made 60 bags.
front of first kind
back of first
second kind - front and back was same
front of third
back of third
My candy stash before I started bagging which I ended up buying more right before Halloween.
Good thing I did cause I ended up running out of my 60 bags within the first 15 min and I resorted to loose candy. The bags had like 15 kinds of candy so I tried to give the at least 5 kinds of the loose. I had a lull for like 20 min. Kept seeing people round the street below mine and you would think the guy from the Fire dpt watching the street would say hey the house right up there is giving out candy but Nooo. So I then stood out on the sidewalk, got a few more.
I was low enough on candy by then that I said fuck it I'll go in. There was like 40 min left. So I walked back up on the porch and was gathering my stuff and ended up getting a group of like 10 more. That really cleaned me out. had a few stray pieces of candy left. I ran inside after them. Good thing cause like 5 min after I went in a big group went past my house.
Next year I'm doing 120 bags!
Here's my costume. My cape kept me really warm. Bought the cape, the dress was mine, bought the vampire blood.
I had fun though. They'd come in big groups mainly, so I didn't have time to really think. lol
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Birthday scenario game
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Posted:Oct 28, 2015 5:01 pm
Last Updated:Oct 29, 2015 4:36 pm
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Mine is swordfight with a vampire.. That could be interesting as long as it's a male vampire and a certain type of sword. 
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10 Things Concert Campers Want You To Know pt 2
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Posted:Oct 24, 2015 12:03 pm
Last Updated:Oct 24, 2015 12:05 pm
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8. We don’t actually care what you think.
If we did, we probably wouldn’t be lounging around in sleeping bags on a sidewalk in the first place.
9. It’s more fun than it looks.
When you spend 47 hours in line with a stranger, you’ll either kill them or become best friends.
10. It’s all worth it when the show begins. <3
…and we’ll probably do it again tomorrow and have to answer all the same questions.
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10 Things Concert Campers Want You To Know pt 1
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Posted:Oct 24, 2015 11:59 am
Last Updated:May 4, 2024 7:27 am
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The answers to all those questions you have when you see a bunch of crazy people in sleeping bags outside of a venue.
1. We’re not homeless.
When is the last time you saw a group of high-maintenance homeless girls chatting away excitedly in shiny new sleeping bags?
2. We’re also not dirty.
It might be a shower in a truckstop, a hotel room split between 15 people, or at the generosity of a friend’s uncle’s second cousin that lives in the area—but we WILL wash.
3. We’re not camping for tickets.
That’s what the internet is for.
4. It’s General Admission; we just want front row.
5. We’re probably older than you think.
We’re not your ’s teenage babysitter. We’re your accountant, your hairdresser, and—scary, I know—your boss.
6. Try to cut us in line at your own peril.
7. You’re welcome to ask a question or two…
but you’re also welcome to read the giant marquee above our heads if your only question is why we’re camping out.
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Why people go see their favourite artist a million times
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Posted:Oct 24, 2015 2:02 am
Last Updated:Aug 20, 2017 9:02 pm
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I board the plane to London, my body and mind tired of all the work I had to do but yet I am still excited about what is coming. I look around me and I see all these people and I wonder what they are going to do in the UK. Some are going home. Perhaps others are visiting friends or maybe they are just going on a holiday. I am partly going to the UK to meet up with friends and have a great time. The other part? I am going to a gig of an artist I have already seen many times.
I often have people ask my why in the world I would do such a thing. If you’ve seen a show once, you don’t have to see it twice, do you now? And that is very true for artists you like, but are not really invested in. It is different when you have grown up with your favourite artist and are still not over their music. I have tried to explain this many times but to no avail. People feel that it is a waste of money to see the same show over and over. But it is not. Every single show something else happens. Sometimes it will be new songs that weren’t played on the dates you’ve attended before. U2 for example change large parts of the setlist for every single date. Sometimes the artist does something funny or you just want to experience it with a different audience or a different view. There are many factors involved in the reasons why people bother going to see the same artist and the same shows every single time.
I am not even that extreme. I don’t go to every single show because I am afraid to get bored. I don’t even have time for that either, because real life gets in the way. I go to the gigs I can drive to within 3 hours or gigs that are in a country I love, such as England. And time and time again I enjoy walking into the venue, seeing the stage and talking to others who are just as excited as I am. Perhaps it is some sort of escapism. For those two hours, I don’t bother thinking about the issues I left at home. I don’t worry about deadlines or tests that I still have to check. It is just me and the music. Me and the artist on stage. Me and an audience of like-minded people who also left their problems at home.
And with large productions, there is always something new to discover. I have seen Katy Perry’s Prismatic World Tour a couple of times from different spots, and there were always new things I discovered while watching it. And sometimes you don’t pay attention to the show but you just want to dance the night away. That is why I strongly dislike people near me who just stand still and watch the show through their camera lens or not even that at all. I have also had the questionable pleasure to stand behind people who looked like they didn’t even want to be there. But I have learned not to let them ruin my night, despite their evil looks when I am doing my white girl dancing (read: flailing my arms around a lot).
Music is a beautiful thing. It allows you to get lost in other worlds and clear your mind. Music helps you create things or helps you work. To experience that live is a real treat. I do not spend my money on going out every weekend to get drunk. I see that as a waste of money and besides, if you do that every week, doesn’t it get boring? I’d rather spend my money on a nice concert, even though I have already seen the artist a million times. To each their own.
The concert was amazing, despite the fact that I have seen the artist many times now. I danced. I laughed, I had the best time ever. I can’t wait to do it all again.
Found the article online, but the pics are mine
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Zac Hanson just turned 30, Feel free to feel old (pics)
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Posted:Oct 22, 2015 5:27 pm
Last Updated:Aug 20, 2017 9:00 pm
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Remember this guy?
He was in this band:
Isaac, Taylor and Zac Hanson, 1997.
Well, that was 18 years ago. Today, he looks like this.
Yup, he just turned 30. And his brothers look like this.
Zac, Taylor and Isaac Hanson, 2015
He's been married since 2006.
Kate and Zac Hanson, 2007.
And he and his wife have three : John Ira Shepherd, 7, Junia Rosa Ruth, 4, and George Abraham Walker, 2.
Yep, you're old.
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