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| mudpiegrl (profile) wrote, on 11-14-2004 at 7:20pm | |
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| so im going through my away messages... Andrew Warhola was born into a blue-collar family in Pittsburgh. He grew up, moved away to New York, became a graphic artist, and pretty much gave birth to the Pop Art movement. He made a name for himself painting Campbell's soup cans. He might be best known as being the guy who predicted: "In the future everybody will be world-famous for 15 minutes." Would you like to meet this hot guy? Click HERE. There are so many, many bad things in the world, but for some weird visceral reason, cannibalism is considered just about the worst. Depending on your point of view, it rises above even such criminal abominations as pedophilia, Rape and Genocide, but in the final analysis, it's what's for dinner. Then again, we live in a culture in which people would run vomiting to the bathroom if they saw what went into making their McDonald's hamburgers, in which a cow is brutally killed with blunt-force trauma, its innards are outered, and then the whole thing is ground up into a mealy paste, intestines, feces, bones and all. For more on this fascinating topic, click HERE. ...his insistence of removing portions of patients' bowels that he thought aided in spreading disease (due to rotten food overstaying their welcome within a body) and an amusing procedure wherein yogurt was given to both ends of the digestive system simultaneously. His Cornflake idea, one of several "health foods" he developed over time, was taken by his brother Will and formed the base of the Kellogg's cereal empire. Dr. Kellogg wanted nothing to do with this bastardization of his invention and naturally went bazoo when the Kellogg's company started sugar-coating the flakes. A lawsuit ensued and the two brothers never spoke again. For some reason, neither the Kellogg's Cereal Company or the historical keepers of the name of Dr. Kellogg like to mention this. ~for more info on this appetizing topic, click HERE. Dr. Jack Kevorkian, the Suicide doctor, should be getting more attention from the mainstream media. Instead, he rots in a prison cell, his only crime was to end the suffering of those who wanted to die. Perhaps he should not have flaunted his methods by videotaping the process and distributing the result. Think of love as air...it surrounds you, but unless it blows in your face, or destroys soemthing close to you, like your house, or your friend, or you head, You dont know its there...and despite all the evidence we can produce in our minds to prove it non-existent, it is there. In 1914, veteran conman Henri Landru hatched his all-time greatest "get rich quick" scheme. He placed a singles ad in the Paris newspapers. He planned to seduce a wealthy respondent, con her out of her fortune, and kill her. It worked like a charm, and proved to be extremely lucrative. Over five years, Landru received more than 300 inquiries from interested women, out of which he pursued ten. All told, the enterprise necessitated the deaths of 10 women, a young boy, and two dogs. He used poison to kill them. Then he cut up the bodies with a handsaw, incinerated the pieces in his stove, and dumped the ashes in his garden. Landru's story later became the basis for a number of films, including Charlie Chaplin's 1947 dark comedy Monsieur Verdoux. Want more on this lovely "widower"? click HERE. "There was a machine designed for shredding plastic," she told the group." Men were dropped into it, and we were made to watch. Sometimes they went in head first and died quickly. Sometimes they went in feet first and died screaming. It was horrible. I saw thirty people die like this. Their remains would be placed in plastic bags and we were told they would be used as fish food. On one occasion, I saw Quesay (a son of Saddam) personally supervise these murders." For more on this wonderful way to die, click HERE. There was a mother who had a little boy who was very loveable and she worshipped him above everything. It happened that he became ill and died and she could not be comforted and wept day and night. Soon afterwards wehn the child had been buried it appeared in the places where it had played; and if the mother wept it wept also and when the morning came it disappeared. However the mother would not stop crying it came one night in the little white shroud in which it had been laid in its grave and with its wreath of flowers round its head and stood on the bed at her feet and said "Mother do stop crying or I shall never fall asleep in my coffin for my shroud will not dry because of all thy tears" The mother wept no more. The next night the child came. "Look, my shroud is dry" He then slept peacefully in his grave. its snowing...its snowing...its snowing...its snowing...its snowing...its snowing...its snowing...its snowing...its snowing...its snowing... make a song and sing it when it snows...bounce around your house waking everyone up! If you so must leave, %n, then i wish you chocolate-covered, candy-coated, cotton candy flavoured, bubblegummy sweet dreams! dont cry, heres why: ~1 beautiful people dont cry ~2 its only for emotional show ~3 it wont make things better ~4 it might dehydrate you ~5 it only makes your cheeks wet anyway "A hidden truth is more dangerous than a spoken lie." ~Frounfelter~ What makes the Walt Disney World theme park so interesting is not so much the park itself, with many extensions of the original plans of Disneyland and its incredible popularity as a destination spot, but all the amazing aspects of the Reedy Creek Improvement District, the government set up by Disney (which continues to this day) that was originally intended to govern EPCOT (the Experimental Prototype Community of Tomorrow) and give it the ability to live out Disney's dream of a perfect society. Hm...continuing your deep thoughts, yes.... so...hello ~look outside....is it: ~snowing? ~raining? ~dark? ~light? doesn't matter. ~the time is %t... ~kinda sux that time rules our lives, eh? |
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jaganshi | 11-14-04 9:03pm That entry was highly educational. |