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Stupor- Walking around half in the world half in mars. (Marshall definition)

So close to super, yet so far away. When people decide that to drink themselves into submission or a stupor, it feels great. Yup, I said it. It feels great until the next day when you have to pick up the garbage.

Garbage men make good money, btw.

1. Drinking. Gosh is that easy. I mean to do. Not to quit, that’s plainly obviously currently impossible because you run through the gamete of possibilities. Can I drink water? Can I STILL HAVE A CHERRY COKE?!?!! Shaving in the dark to save money for a 40.
2. Such a crazy old man.
3. His daughter first, but raised so hard that it’s an impossible scene.
4. Sun step up.
5. The sun falls.
6. The mother intervenes, it’s too later.
7. Another daughter, too soon. Can’t handle this while we’re trying to have fun.
8. You could say she was attractively built, but I think that’s a Beatles line.
9. If you have ever got this far, and haven’t turned around you’re doing great.
10. Come out now.
11. Protect yourself with a silver spoon
12. Look up. Look down. Stand Up. Sit Down. Stretch, watch back. She said had always been working.
13. So, I thought I knew the answer. All I knew eventually was to want to shut up instead of digging my own soul.
14. Didn’t anybody tell him? Didn’t anyone notice?
15. Yes.

To drink is to be human. To drink again is also human. We need it, but the more we surround ourselves with toxicity the more unclean the brain and the body become.

Don’t look for a stupor, look for someone super.

Justin Marshall

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A Quick Ran

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Boxing Someone In

Hello,

It’s James Dust again. I haven’t posted anything in a long time. I’ve been leaving that to my other contributor, James Dust, I mean, Coyote Rush.

I was created out of the need for another person to express himself a long time ago. It’s a name that was first created to post whatever on a Deadsy fan forum website type thing.

It became quite a joke.

However, sadly there are some people that always get hurt. I was not intended to create strife, I was only poking fun where I believed fun needed to be poked. I did like the band Deadsy as much as the rest of us that were on there. The problem is that I started a fight between certain fans as well as friends because I was being ignorant. Intentionally, not at first.

I didn’t realize the amount of work that went into organizing a fan base. That’s why besides James Dust, there were a lot of other nicknames on the board.

My friends and I attended, I believe three concerts in different places, the last being in Toledo. BAH BAH BAH…

Being young and naive, I didn’t know how hard other people were trying to keep up images and save face. I had always prided myself on being myself. Sadly, this lead to other things. My fear at first of being judged lead to me not caring what people thought at all. Which hurt a lot more people than it has helped at this point. Coyote and I feel like we o a world of apologizes for trying to understand the pain that other people are going through.

Again, being young I did not notice.

I’ve always been told I wore my heart on my sleeve. I never grasped that. I always believed that was a good thing. Until it became that every one of my actions caused someone to be reminded that I am still around. I am so lucky to be alive and he is AGAIN blowing another shot at it.

To me, I became so sick of people intervening into my life that I took the approach of, ok, you want to stare me down, I can do the same. I can look at you as you look at me and we can both try to figure out what the other one has went through. That test either turned into a laugh, a cry, a fight, or a completely too long stare down.

Basically, this is the problem for this website right now.

I have helped a lot of people become better. However, I am now taking my helping people as actually being a nuisance. Which is the exact opposite of what I ever wanted to do.

I was raised to believe I was a miracle. I was raised in the church. I prayed and still pray. I prayed so much when I was little that it was a never ending process for me. I tried so hard for good things to happen to people when a bad thing happened even at a young age it ripped my heart out completely.

This continued throughout my growing up. I was laughed at for asking too many questions, I was made to feel a fool because of my trying to follow orders. Yes, they had the best intentions, but, my questions were never fully answered. I would go to church and still ask questions at church, right out loud, everyone thought it was cute. I thought these questions were dead serious, because to me they were. I would ask well, how did this happen and they would read to me from the bible with thunderous volumes and I felt that God was really talking to me, because he was.

People in general try to do good. That’s why I surround myself with the people that I do. However, as I am getting old and turning into an old man, I realize that there are bad people out there, people that will purposely test you to see what you believe in and when they find a sliver, they will slide in there and make it a gapping wound that feels like it will NEVER heal again. Then after that, there are brand new people to tell you what their experience was like. However, no ones life is the same. As much as you compare and contrast, use different terms for other terms, the less someone is going to understand.

In the BIBLE the reason that the Fruit that Adam and Eve eat of is the Tree of Knowledge is because that is really drives or starves our bodies and souls.

When we give up: the body, the soul, food, drink, physical contact, we are stealing from one to give to another. That is why humans are MADE and intended to be with one mate their entire life. Humans’ minds are made up with chemicals that are from this Earth that God put on this planet. That means that unless we are balancing these chemicals in a proper professional way, we will always be a little off. That’s why WE ARE A LITTLE OFF.

I have no shame in admitting I am a little off, or weird, or a tad crazy, but when it gets done to putting one label on me, I immediately turn into protective crazed crazy crazy me. This is because I have stood and protected what I believe for so long that I can’t understand if I am doing a good job of it or if I am actually being the biggest cynic ever.

Yes, I have been cynical toward practically everything at this point in my life. However, I do pray, I do believe in Jesus and I do believe in America and the rest of the world as being GOOD.

There is a reason the bible was written the way it was. That’s why religion will always be touchy. Because some people are ready to go war for that. Same as family. However, just because you believe in what you believe doesn’t mean that has to be the first move. You don’t need to gear up for war every time you go outside to get the mail.

Sometimes it is as easy as saying hello to the woman that is trying to find diapers for her baby. Sometimes it’s as little as opening a door for a child that cannot open the door for themselves, or showing him/her how to wash their hands correctly. It doesn’t have to mean that you are stunting or killing the child. Nope, you ARE helping.

Keep your best intentions and your mind and your emotions will always be on your sleeve…

Thanks Justin,

James Dust

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Fancy Calculator Equal Button

Here is some terrible Visual Basic code for an equal button on a Window – like, calculator.


'''

''' Equal button to perform the entered operation on the first stored number, and
''' enter the current number from the text box into the second number. The button
''' also puts the result into the text box/ error checks.
'''

Private Sub btnEqual_Click(sender As System.Object, e As System.EventArgs) Handles btnEqual.Click
Try
CheckEmpty(txtData.Text) 'Making sure the text box is not empty.

Dim result As Double 'To store the result.
numbers.Number2 = CDbl(txtData.Text) 'Storing the second number.

Select Case theOperation 'Case for which operation is being performed, determined by an enum
Case Operations.none 'No operation has been entered, error.
Throw New Exception("You must select an operation to be performed!") 'Throw exception
Case Operations.addition 'Addition operation
Dim add As AddNumbersClass = New AddNumbersClass
result = add.operation(numbers.Number1, numbers.Number2)
Case Operations.subtraction 'Subtraction operation
Dim subtract As SubtractNumbersClass = New SubtractNumbersClass
result = subtract.operation(numbers.Number1, numbers.Number2)
Case Operations.multiplication 'Multiplication operation
Dim multiply As MultiplyNumbersClass = New MultiplyNumbersClass
result = multiply.operation(numbers.Number1, numbers.Number2)
Case Operations.division 'Division operation
If (numbers.Number2 = 0) Then 'Can't divide by zero
Throw New Exception("Cannot divide by zero!")
End If
Dim divide As DivideNumbersClass = New DivideNumbersClass
result = divide.operation(numbers.Number1, numbers.Number2)
Case Operations.power 'Power operation
Dim power As PowerNumbersClass = New PowerNumbersClass
result = power.operation(numbers.Number1, numbers.Number2)
End Select
txtData.Text = result 'Put the result into the text box
PositionCursor() 'Reposition the cursor
Catch ex As Exception 'Catch any thrown exception
MessageBox.Show(ex.ToString() & vbCrLf)
btnClear.PerformClick()
End Try
End Sub

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Covers and Originals

United States- 9:11 P.M. Marlette…

Where in the world do ideas come from?

More than likely the brain. That’s where we separate ourselves from species that have died off. There will always be controversy because as long as there have been ideas there have been naysayers, haters, cynics, disbelievers and sadly the ones that can’t think for themselves.

What is fair and what is unfair in this world?

Everyone has a burden to bare. If that is that once someone had an idea and they let it go: yes, that is sad. If someone ever let someone out of their life because it was not for the greater good, that can be seen as both sad and positive correct? The more we fight and disagree who is actually right, the more what we are fighting for begins to become: jaded, confused, hazed, razzed, stabbed, beaten, abused, and dirtied.

That’s not fair to anyone in my opinion.

As long as there have been ideas: which by my own brain means abstract thoughts that have not been scientifically proven because they did not pass a certain test, there have been tragedies, parodies, comedies and whatever else.

In America, where we all believe in being free…

What does that mean!? What does that mean to you? The more bills we pass then void what does that mean? Does it mean that we are omitting that at one point we had this problem, but this hot button issue NEEDS a cement plug on it?

The House, The Senate, The Legislative, The White House, The Oval Office, The Pentagon:

Those our are checks and balances.

The Churches, The Schools, The Universities… The real world, the working world.

Are they not all the same if we are striving toward the same goal?

Again- communication, trust, respect and actions matter.

Ideas- Yes, they matter too. Who has the right and who has the fight in them to make this work?

Our world is a troubled place. AND no one should have to know all the troubles.

The Earth is a Blue- Green ball. Perfect in its environment. Imperfections: Yes, that’s all around us. Do we believe that the majority of people are pulling for the same goal. Or do we go to war against EVERYTHING.

That’s why we have checks and balances. That’s why we have people that recite history, that’s why we have people that rewrite history, that’s why we have people that can NEVER know it all.

Trying to understand it all can be the biggest problem.

However, blocking the creative freedom of the people that are out in the world trying to make a living in whatever way they think is correct is plain wrong. If, someone has made a mistake and plagiarized one thing, does that make them a forever liar?

If when a group of teenagers are in their garage and they say, “I like the Beatles.” And they play Love Me Do. Does that mean that for the rest of their life everything they do and create is flawed and can never be perfect?

That’s why there are questions.

That’s why there are people that try to have answers and people that will never have answers.

A copy of a copy is still a copy.

That’s genetics.

A song created and a song enjoyed is just that. An idea that has came to fruition and is in the creators mind: Perfect at that time.

Censorship at times is necessary. However, censorship that is limiting growth is behind neglect. It’s out and out madness, blindness and stupidity.

Yes! There will be people that always push the limits. But, that’s why there is limits! There have to be, but there have to be people standing up saying, “I believe, that what I believe, is what I believe and what I believe is my opinion, take it or leave it and I think it’s right.”

You can’t take away that right or you can just cross out what the founding fathers wanted. Thus, destroying what the country was founded on, thus taking the base of EVERYTHING we have ever stood for away.

As a male in the free world of America, don’t take away the right to be creative.

If someone practices a Mozart song for 3 years. Shouldn’t that person have the right to have people listen and be funded for their work?

We can volunteer our entire lives, but if we aren’t going to take care of ourselves, who is?

As I am writing this I am getting confused.

I can pretty much bet that someone has written something almost exactly like this.

Does that mean that I researched for 400243024 hrs, to write this just so I can be a liar?
No. I am writing this from my brain, these words are words that have always existed in some way. But, someone has to arrange them or they make no sense. If someone has ideas, but can’t begin or end the ideas shouldn’t there be someone that is there to fill in the holes? The wounds? The gaps in time and space?

Seriously.

Almost of the time I write stream of consciousness and do not go back and change what I did. Some call that type of writing bashing, ramming, jamming ideas down. Whatever. Somethings work for people, some OTHERS, type, erase, type, erase and are never happy when they press save.

Either way. Time will tell.

Are there things I have written that I will forever be sorry that the thought came through my mind. YES! And that is what being a HUMAN BEING MEANS. So…

If you want to not let me publish this on my website that my brother and I started as a joke and has developed into a lot more. Whatever. Sometimes a friend becomes family, sometimes a joke becomes $ and sometimes nothing becomes nothing.

Take your pick, I guess.

But, don’t pass another law you will need to repeal because you did it out of haste or in spite of something else.

Please, slow down. Please, think twice, please make the right

JAM

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Probably the funniest story I’ve ever wrote today at 9:45 p.m.

Hello everyone!!

Once upon a time there was a person. He woke up and asked what he needed to do today. Another person, let’s call him other person said, son you need to get out of bed.

Player 1: I am out of bed that’s why I asked what I needed to do today.

Player 2: You’re out of bed, but what have you forgot to do today?

Player 3: Opens door, listens… “Why are you two fighting again.”

Player 4: Parachutes from the sky… YO YO YO YO YOY OY YOYOYOYOYOYO

Player 1: WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE?

 

Player 2: THEY ARE THE OTHER PLAYERS? get it?

Player 1: No.

Player 3: “HUH, Why are you fighting?”

Player 2: “Have you looked in the toilet recently?”

Player 4: AHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH dat’s hilarious!

wAIT…

Who has laughy taffy?

No one, but I have some laffy taffy, there is a good joke on it. Who wants to hear it?

PLAYER 1-4: IDO! I mean… I do.

Player: Who starts the joke?

pLAYter 3: This shure is getting confusing.

The end at 9:47 p.m. on a Monday, In Marlette.

Dedicated to the reporters/tipsters of the Shockuation.

 

Thank you again.

 

E-i-n-c-

 

JAM

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Przyjaciel Prosze Wybacz Mi

You’re welcome for all you did.

 

Now stay in Michigan where it’s nice.

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The Jaysun Jastin Apology

By: Jazin and Justin

One time The Giant Huge Large Big Humungous Mother Superior Stink Think Shrink Head had something to say about something. So that is what he did! He strolled uneasily because of the amount of drink that was still left in his system from the night before onto the roof of his apartment complex. This was where he was known to hang out on occasion. Although, this night seemed to be different than all the rest. The air was cooler, the moon was bigger, and he had somebody else’s shoes on. The Giant Huge Large Big Humungous Mother Superior Stink Think Shrink Head couldn’t remember where those shoes came from, but he knew they weren’t his. It didn’t matter much to him because he was pretty proud of those shoes. He cupped his hands around his mouth and began, “Hey! Everyone! Have you seen my shoes?!” This was not what he had planned to say, he had an entire speech written out on a completely different topic. The words that escaped his mouth shocked and a little, but he liked it. The Giant Huge Large Big Humungous Mother Superior Stink Think Shrink Head couldn’t remember where those shoes came from, but he knew they weren’t his. It didn’t matter much to him because he was pretty proud of those shoes. He cupped his hands around his mouth and began, “Hey! Everyone! Have you seen my shoes?!” This was not what he had planned to say, he had an entire speech written out on a completely different topic. The words that escaped his mouth shocked him a little, but he liked it.

 

He then looked around and realized he was all alone. “Or was he?” he couldn’t help but think. He also couldn’t shake the thought that these beautiful, high class, blue and green, bowling shoes he was wearing were about 14 sizes too big! “Man these look so sweet” he thought as he stared down at them. “Why do they seem to be alive?” was all he could wonder.

 

“That’s because they are,” said a man with a strange hat on his head who crept out of the shadows.

“Who are you,” asked The Giant Huge Large Big Humungous Mother Superior Stink Think Shrink Head.

“I am the Great Ignalla, Wizard of the Rooftops,” he replied.

 

“Would you please get off the ground and quit staring at my shoes please?” The Wizard asked politely, but slightly annoyed.

 

 

“What??? Wow! I could have sworn I was looking at my own feet! Weird!!!!” The Giant Huge Large Big Humungous Mother Superior Stink Think Shrink Head yelled at the top of his lungs.

 

 

“And quit yelling about everything as well!” replied the Wizard with a sternness in his voice.

 

 

“Sorry, I just get excited sometimes, I have to yell to get my feelings across,” said The Giant Huge Large Big Humungous Mother Superior Stink Think Shrink Head.

“I understand completely, but the shoes you’ve been staring at the past three hours can force anyone into a spell, it works much more efficiently than yelling,” said Ignalla.

“Wow, where did you get them?”

“I got them at a bowling alley, where else would you get bowling shoes? And don’t even say “You could order them online,” Ignalla said mockingly in the voice of The Giant Huge Large Big Humungous Mother Superior Stink Think Shrink Head.

 

“But you can get them on-” “What did I just say?” Interrupted the Wizard.

 

 

“Please grant me 3 wishes” Asked The Giant Huge Large Big Humungous Mother Superior Stink Think Shrink Head or T.G.H.L.B.H.M.S.S.T.S.H. as some people like to call him for short.

 

“You’re one of those people, aren’t you,” asked Ignalla.

T.G.H.L.B.H.M.S.S.T.S.H. was taken aback by this question, “What do you mean?” he said.

“Nevermind, what do you want kid?”

“You mean it? I can have my wishes?”

“Not if you keep talking that way,” Ignalla added obviously growing more and more annoyed.

 

“OMG! WTF? Seriously? Like, what?” T.G.H.L.B.H.M.S.S.T.S.H asked like a little girl.

 

“Wow that’s much better!” The Wizard said sarcastically.

 

“Okay, I’m saving my wishes. In the meantime, let’s go play badminton downstairs in the courtyard!” T.G.H.L.B.H.M.S.S.T.S.H said excitedly.

 

“Yes! That’s what I’m talking about!” The Wizard said with a happy tone in his voice finally. So the two of them headed down to the courtyard, taking the winding stairway all the way from the top of the 982 story building.

 

“This is gonna take awhile!!!” T.G.H.L.B.H.M.S.S.T.S.H complained, but despite the complaining, they made it after about 2 1/2 hours.

 

“To The Badminton!” The WIzard whispered, while pointing his right finger high in the air.

 

“You’ll have to excuse my poor state of equipment,” said T.G.H.L.B.H.M.S.S.T.S.H. “We actually play with a real birdie here.”

“Oh, my, God,” Ignallas muttered under his breath.

“What,” T.G.H.L.B.H.M.S.S.T.S.H. said worryingly as he looked at the Wizard.

“Oh my, how realistic you take the rule book, fun!” The Wizard tried to say excitedly.

“That’s not all,” said T.G.H.L.B.H.M.S.S.T.S.H. pulling out the racquets each with built in speakers on them blaring indecipherable 1970’s rock n’ roll. “Get it? Racket!!”

“Joy.” The Wizard meekly replied.

 

“You kind of complain a lot!” T.G.H.L.B.H.M.S.S.T.S.H said under his breath.

 

“What was that?” The wizard asked calmly, while staring down T.G.H.L.B.H.M.S.S.T.S.H with a ferocious stare.

 

“I said, I wonder if in Maine it’s hot!” lied T.G.H.L.B.H.M.S.S.T.S.H.

 

“Oh, well not this time of year!” replied the wizard, who felt somewhat bad for getting mad so easily.

 

“I used to live there”

 

“Maine sucks. It’s so boring there.” muttered T.G.H.L.B.H.M.S.S.T.S.H under his breath again.

 

“What was that?” asked the Wizard again, now wondering if he was hearing things.


“I said, the main ducts, their not blowing there!” lied T.G.H.L.B.H.M.S.S.T.S.H again as he pointed up to the outside air conditioning ducts, which are in fact, a huge waste of money and resources.

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Another story that someone had to read. It’s a little wordy…

The Building that was never fully built

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