i don't know whut it is... i can drink coffee and drop straight off... but mt dew... and i am busy planting crops in farmville... installing dvd players and drag racing in car town... and shooting every concievable type of weapon at heavily armed dogs... bunnies... kitties... monkeys... and other cute woodland creatures who are just as heavily armed as i if not moreso on wild ones... and typing... yep... jacked on dew... heh... either or... yeah... listenin' to hair metal and giving a quick overview of the past few days and just tryin' to find that zzzz spot... with how busy i have been in the last few days you'd think i'd just drop... survey says... XXX... wrong answer... the top 5 are on the board... and the other team has the chance to steal...
...ok... rant... the only downside of bein' at DDC was that one of the 'workers' not a volunteer a person who is just in the shelter for a paycheck as an employee said something that really bothered me... as many know... i'm a smoker... i hope to not be someday... but at the moment... i'm a smoker... so i was packing a new pack... and the guy says... 'hey... you may not wanna show them that you gotta new pack... they'll take every last one from you'... oh and that was right after he asked if he could have a smoke... i explained that that's why i brought an extra pack... because i have been in shelters... i have lived there... granted it was 22 years ago... but i was there... i remember that cigarettes are gold down there... just cuz it is a very simple pleasure in life for people... and in some places... that's all they got left is the simple pleasures... if that... that wasn't the part that ticked me off... it was the broad stereotypical generalization... the funnny part... with at least 200 homeless folks surrounding me... i still walked out with a half a pack... and that was with a couple of guys getting 2 cigs from me... and that was offered not asked for... it was the fact that even within' a shelter there is that space... like a crevasse... this giant imaginary span that people place in between those with an address and those without... one quick fact... HOMELESS IS NOT SOMEONE'S NAME... IT IS THEIR ADDRESS... wether we want to believe it or not... unless we are forunate to be independently wealthy... which is classified by a large news publication that has national readers as $18 million... every single one of us is one job loss... tragic event... or unknown factor away from joining those who live day to day in a place that no one sees... well... okay they do see... but they look right through... it's kinda funny... a question was raised the other day... for those who aren't aware... if you have just awoke from a coma... i work for Breakthrough Ministries... we work with the homeless... our motto 'Leading The Lost Home'... in one of our videos there is a still shot of a man sleeping in the street... and a woman on a cell phone having a conversation and completely ignoring him... the thoughtful quandry from a co-worker of mine... 'The thing I think of when I see that picture... Which one of them is the lost one?' if you watch the 'missing pages' video on our page you will see the picture at 2:25... that's thye hardest part of being homeless people stop seeing you... you are a ghost in a real world... and when not only society places that on them... but a worker in a place where they lay their head at night... that's just wrong... i know that the shelters are places where hope and life is sucked out of you on a daily basis... it is a deep dark vortex at times almost black holish in a way... in space a black hole is such a powerful vortex that even light cannnot escape it... in theory... either or... i was pissed off that the whole part of that was said by the worker... i got it out... so... goosfraba...
...funny... one... Welcome To The Jungle is on right now... heh... two... while we were down at DDC we had brought food and gifts... the food was served throughout the night... after their dinner there were pies... doughnuts... cream puffs... and pretty much every other type of goodie... i had been talkin' to some new found friends of mine who had made my night... anyways... i was on my way back in from a cigarette... and one of the BTM volunteers... our volunteers... said 'Merry Christmas!!!' and attempted to hand me a gift... heh... yeah... i gottakick outta that... XD
rant... i will not say who this was or which denomination it was... but... yeah... lol... Twisted Sister's 'We're Not Gonna Take It' just came on... how fitting... i was talking to him in a social setting... we were talking just about where we worked and whut we did.... he is a pastor of a large church... and this was kinda pleasant talk just to get through a social situation pleasantly... and let me just say... in a social setting i like this person... he's a good man... but we got on the conversation of where in the city we worked... he had told me of how he had worked certain areas... and then side barred onto a situation where he had to go down by the Excel Center and that he just didn't feel safe there... how he'd never go down there at night... and even if he went down to that neighborhood in the day he'd keep hie eyes open and his doors locked... and all i could think is... yeah... cuz Jesus was all about stayin' out of the bad neighborhoods and only walking the sidewalks around the Govenor's mansion...
...i wonder if any rap stars ever feel weirded out when the first person they thank is God... and they do it with this giant crucifix encrusted with rubies and diamonds... i mean we all know that Jesus was all about the bling bling... but... idk
i wonder if everyone who has ever killed in the name of a deity is gonna get to a day of Judgement... and God is gonna take them aside and say... 'ok... now where in this book do you see... 'and to you Bob... you must enslave people in my name... torture them and kill them'... u know whut Bob... u don't see it cuz it ain't in there... u read the cliff's notes version and edited it youself Bob... to the back of the class there buddy'...
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