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Name: Ayub
Birthday: 7/24/1986
Gender: Male
Interests: Jannah, Jannah, Jannah, trying to make money to power a machine to make a massive difference, Thinking, Laughing, Striving, Praying, Amateur Gymnastics, Shariah of the Muslim Situation.... Too many questions, not enough answers....
Expertise: Delivering what I have to accomplish... Working...
Thinking...
Contemplating...
Hand-Stands...
Business...
Acquiring Knowledge...
Occupation: Student
Industry: Medical
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Member Since:
11/6/2003
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| Can you really grill chicken in a skillet?
I am a bit surprised that.. chicken tastes more like pheasant (sp?) if you cook it like pheasant.
I know that sounds strange, but.. what if you live life like you are a fallen angel that challenged God to the humanity test. Maybe the reminder would make you act more like a fallen angel, and less like a human.
Look at them.. running about.
Slaves to their own desires...
If I was in that place, without a doubt;
I would avoid all of earth's mires.
So, a challenge you say?
Heaven in the balance,
Hell an infinity..
Prove yourself truthful,
Heaven for eternity.
Maybe I should stick to cooking... | | |
| The heavier stuff always sinks to the bottom, so the superficial things meet you first, at the top.
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| Even the prick of a thorn,
expiates sins in place of the pain.
But what of my heart torn,
unable to scream, or exclaim.
Maybe these unspeakable things,
atrocities becoming known,
are meant to tear me apart,
so paradise can be shown.
There are things worse to me,
than excruciating pain,
but as hard to believe as it may be,
my heart is so fragile, its a shame.
I wonder if the mass rape,
of innocent women,
and the crushing of children,
in their own building.
Are all simply a means,
for my heart to bleed away sins.
When I contemplate the human condition,
I wonder how people smile.
When I analyze the sedition,
I realize the status quo isn't my style.
Driven by obligation to actions,
misunderstood by the masses.
I find myself a prisoner of conscious,
for believing in things beyond the horizon.
A sheepdog amongst sheep,
a robot who weeps.
Haunted by ideas that don't sleep,
laments the only promise I can keep.
...as long as it ends after the first time. | | |
| When was the last time you felt threatened.
It is interesting.. because the source of that threat was most likely another person.
I always ask myself, when I feel threatened.. when was the last time the threat felt threatened?
How often do people stalk stalkers and mug muggers?
There is something incredibly interesting going on in the mind.. about the evolution of ideas and acceptability. If for every ten muggers there was a mugger mugger who actually hunted them.. mugging would become an unprofitably risky venture.
If stalkers felt stalked.. something would change within them.
It is only when the brutes are treated brutally will you see dramatic results of unconventional poetry.
It is too bad decent people haven't learned from their counterparts. The ski mask and weapon doesn't actually discriminate. It has no opinion to good or evil.
Try one on.
"And what have you become? They will tend to say. Replied to thus shall be, monsters have always spoken the language of demons, and the difference is now I have a translator."
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| Don't fall in love with a girl not written for you.
That is all.
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