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As a fire sign, you understand the nature of passion. Like a fire, it needs to be
constantly fanned and fueled to burn. That's why your investment in the thing that
inspires you is not optional -- it's crucial!
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A girl and guy were speeding, on a motorcycle, over 100 mph on the road...
Girl: Slow down. I’m scared.
Guy: No, this is fun.
Girl: No, it’s not. Please, it’s too scary!
Guy: Then tell me you love me.
Girl: Fine, I love you. Slow down!
Guy: Now give me a BIG hug. *Girl hugs him*
Guy: Can you take my helmet off & put it on yourself? It’s bugging me.
(In the paper the next day): A motorcycle crashed into a building because of break
failure. Two people were on it, but only one survived. The truth was that halfway down
the road, the guy realized that his breaks broke, but he didn’t want to let the girl
know.
Instead, he had her say she loved him & felt her hug one last time, then had her wear his
helmet so that she would live even though it meant that he would die. Makes u say:
If there’s anyone you love this much, re-post this
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my one true passion has always been as far as i can remember and will always be.. the
sounds of the drums. feeling the energy from the bass. lifts me up from any emotionless
state, feels like im dancings at the heavenly gates. pearly white lights skimming arcoss
the floor. hold the moment cuz it wont be much more. light flick on and time to leave.
still having the energy from the jungle beat. float right bye, still too high. after
partys and such. bring back the bass, we still got time to buss T
(original by Camson_420)
>Around the corner I have a friend,
>In this great city that has no end,
>Yet the days go by and weeks rush on,
>And before I know it, a year is gone.
>
>And I never see my old friends face,
>For life is a swift and terrible race,
>He knows I like him just as well,
>As in the days when I rang his bell.
>
>And he rang mine but we were younger then,
>And now we are busy, tired men.
>Tired of playing a foolish game,
>Tired of trying to make speak his name.
>
>"Tomorrow" I say! "I will call on Jim
>Just to show that I'm thinking of him."
>But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes,
>And distance between us grows and grows.
>
>Around the corner, yet miles away,
>"Here's a telegram sir," "Jim died today."
>And that's what we get and deserve in the end.
>Around the corner, a vanished friend.
RIP Gary Johnston
father friend husband
if in life you don’t suceed
FUCK the world
smoke smoke weed
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roll roll roll a joint
pass it down the line
take a toke
inhail the smoke
and blow your fucking mind
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Im 21, from the Niagra Area, live life up and don’t let it slip you bye. in
and out of dreams and watching time go bye, life slipping away as we all get high.
woah crazy 6 months... lookin into a bigger place, gettin shit paid. movin on up. figure
out alot when your on ur own...
rippin it ever so sweetly, you never wanna step up and try to get to me, my rhymes will
rip you to sheds and pull out them fake dreds, my style and lived long so dont you
mistake this, im gonna come back and rewind this dont fuk wit me when im high, cuz im'a
fly right by. your fukin in the big lead kid, ya DuN kno wat you just steped in ur knee
deep in ssshhhhh...
ill spit ya to the floor, and shut you up, when i pull ma 44! out the case, you seein
white now kidd. go towards it. cuz in this game you either got it or you lost it now you
know how this game is won. if you didn't befor then ya prolly got dun, my rhymes are
murdious and aint nuttin to studder at, be careful wat you say, cuz it comes rite bak.
.im talkin shady, cuz hes the one that inspires me, ill rip it down and tear it bak up,
spit you in sheads, smoke your smack goin straight ta ya head?..? dont ever come around,
with that baby spit shit. ya gonna wind up dead.. jsut dont forget this shit,, this is ya
warning, ill fuk you up.. step around me and ya gonna get stuck.... dont play round with
it, its just how it be.. fuk around and find out just how deep................(original by
Camson_420)
Junglist - refers to a sub-culture of the rave scene defined by drum and bass
and jungle music. Many Junglists detest mainstream rave music and prefer darker and deeper
vibes. Many junglists differentiate themselves from 'ravers' owing to the public/mass
media connotations of the word. Many junglists dress in a more militant or urban fashion:
many
wear either hip hop influenced clothing or camouflage / military influenced clothing.
Junglists are generally seen as more jaded, angry, and aggressive than other ravers but
that’s not always the case. This term died out in the UK circa 1996, and its continued
use amongst certain Americans generates a degree of amusement amongst the British
contingent. In addition, UK fans of drum and bass / jungle are only to happy to term
events 'raves' and describe themselves as, if not 'ravers', then most certainly 'going
raving', 'going to a rave'. Camouflage is definitely a fashion 'no-no' in UK drum and bass
clubs / raves, as is any military clothing. |
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