Waching daily Mar 30 2017

Hello and welcome to Mealtime with Maddie!

Today we're going to be making a huge mistake!

So basically the story is I created a poll on my Twitter and I was like "Should I have

frozen pizza or mini corn dogs or maybe I should learn how to cook?"

My friend Levi, he went ahead and said "All of the above sounds good" so here I am!

Making all of the above.

Indeed, I am going to cook, see I'm learning how to cook, a mini-corndog pizza!

However I'm not a real chef so here is our pizza already made.

It's pepperoni, delicious.

And our mini-corn dogs!

Also already made.

Convenient.

I'm an expert on this frozen pizza so no need to look at the instructions.

I feel like those are famous last words of every Mealtime with Maddie.

Open the baaaaag.

Open the bag!

Why do I always have troubles with this?!

OPEN THE BAGGGG!

Aha.

We open the bag.

Great so here's our frozen pizza.

Ready to go we're going to stick that in the oven for 10 minutes once the oven's warmed

up and then we're going to go ahead and cook these once that gets closer to completion.

That way they're nice and warm and they don't get cold and gross and yucky.

So while all of this is cooking, let's go ahead and hear a word from our sponsors!

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She is really funny and stuff.

Wait, can I make this robot lady say anything?

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It's time to cook the mini-corndogs!

It's a very difficult step.

Okay see what you do is you open the resealable bag.

And then you just go ahead and you dump them.

Throw that there.

Throw that up here.

If you have an express cook option on your microwave, go ahead and just hit 2 and it

sounds like our pizza's done!

But we're not going to take the pizza out until it's a bit cool.

Can you be quiet?

I'm trying to do a cooking show.

Please?

Thank you.

And now great!

While that pizza's cooling off and these mini corn dogs are cooking, let's go ahead and

hear another word from our great sponsors!

Batman x 20 Welcome back to Mealtime with Maddie!

That was another great word from our sponsors!

They have so many great words!

As you can see, we have the mini corn dogs and the pizza all cooked, ready to combine

into an excellent mini-corn dog pizza of my creation!

This is another very difficult task on the mini-corndog pizza.

Basically you're going to take the mini corn dogs, see?

This is a mini corn dog.

And you're going to put it on the pizza!

Just keep doing that until you're satisfied with how many mini corn dogs are on your pizza.

Put that there, great.

Put that here, great.

Great, great.

And now I feel like our dish is finished.

It's a masterpiece, really.

And so now it's time for the best part of Mealtime with Maddie: eating my creation!

Oh boy.

Alrighty!

Here we go.

Gotta get my napkin in place.

Can't cover the microphone.

Bonna my teet.

Alright this one is for you, Levi!

Here we go!

Corn dog and pizza.

I missed the corn dog!

MMMM!

I'm sorry.

This is the best dish I've ever created.

Mmm let's get another one of those corn dogs in there to fill that hole.

There we go!

MMM!

I think I've created a masterpiece.

This is actually legitimately super good.

Thank you, Levi!

Oh my god.

The sweetness of the cornbread with the meat of the hot dog and then the sweetness of the

tomato sauce.

It's so good!

So thank you for joining me on this episode of Mealtime with Maddie!

If you have an idea for a food or if you want to catch me on my next Twitter poll about

food, go ahead and follow my Twitter @Maddness22.

@ me with some short food dish or recipes or something you want me to try.

Or leave it in the comments below!

Either way, just this is great!

All I'm saying is that if Levi wasn't following me on Twitter, I would've never discovered this beautiful,

beautiful dish.

This is, oh my god, this is so good!

Argh!

I've never been more excited about a Mealtime with Maddie.

Like I understand this can make me fat, but I also don't care 'cause it's that good.

*end theme* Thank you for watching my video!

If you liked it, feel free to subscribe for more like it.

I feel like it's not looking at me.

There we go!

This works, yeah?

Just go like this, yeah?

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Here's what the Trump White House wants to cut to fund his border wall - politics - Duration: 3:23.

Here�s what the Trump White House wants to cut to fund his border wall, military spending

spree

On the same day that Department of Homeland Security justification documents were reported

that indicate President Donald Trump wants nearly $1 billion to pay for his proposed

border wall, the White House has sent a list of $18 billion worth of suggested spending

cuts to Capitol Hill.

The cuts are wide-ranging but include programs like medical research, community development

grants, and building new roads and bridges, according to a report by The New York Times.

Because the list of suggested cuts are not being presented as official administration

proposals but rather as �options� for congressional Republicans, they tell us more

about where Trump would like to cut spending in order to pay for his border wall and Pentagon

spending increases � as well as the fact that the administration is flexible in its

approach to what it cuts.

These suggestions have been sent as Congress continues work on $1.1 trillion in incomplete

spending bills that, if left unaddressed, could result in a government shutdown on April

28.

This would be particularly if Senate Democrats choose to filibuster language that explicitly

finances Trump�s proposed border wall (which they have promised to do), as well as if many

of the more draconian cuts included in the new suggestions remain in place.

The largest cut would occur in the Senate�s Labor-Health and Human Services-Education

subcommittee, which would see a $7.26 billion reduction to its budget primarily by cutting

grant funding (such as mental health program and spending to the National Institutes of

Health) and by eliminating programs like AmeriCorps.

The next largest cut would be to the State and Foreign Operations subcommittee, including

peacekeeping and foreign aid programs.

Other suggested spending cuts include:

Department of Housing and Urban Development: $1.68 billion

National Institutes of Health research grants: $1.2 billion

Department of Agriculture: More than $1 billion TIGER grants (which fund transportation projects):

$500 million Heat subsidies for low-income Americans: $372

million Environmental Protection Agency: $247 million

McGovern-Dole International Food Program (which feeds millions of schoolchildren throughout

the world): Entirely eliminated Trump�s proposal may be little more than

just a wish list, though.

Republican Sen. Roy Blunt of Missouri told The New York Times that, when it comes to

Trump�s proposed border wall being paid for in the larger spending package, �they

will not pass together.

That�s just my view.� He added, �There is no path to put a supplemental

(wall) as currently described on that package.�

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My Bad by Gary Drury Unabridged Audio Book - Duration: 1:00:00.

THE PUBLISHER audio presents My Bad by Gary Drury book of poetry Unabridged Audio Book

MY BAD

Copyright 2008 by Gary Drury

Gary Drury's Publishing

DEDICATION

To loving memories and best friends.

PREFACE

 My Bad is a current slang term for today's youth — admitting to a mistake.

 In a world where most are eagerly ready to lay blame or accusations on someone else

to mask their own errors — I find this term very refreshing.

At least it's a start, back in the right direction.

LOL

POEM

BROKEN SPIRIT

My broken spirit remains idle In reflective contemplation

Mulling the diversity of angst Dwelling within the sub-zero temperature

Of my ailing soul.

No anger steams, no compunction lingers My vivacious will that eagerly forged the

horizon Simply withers at its core gasp for breath

My broken spirit hinders its own rewards As the fires arrest and detain my ailing soul.

Oh broken spirit weep not my sorrow, Shield my fate from sun's tomorrow

Allow my soul to erect from this wallow My human heart's overwhelmed by shadow

In this prayer, my union be hallow

NEXT POEM

DAWN TO DUSK

In the beginning, from the clay Night was dissipated by the light

Skilled thoughts sculpted the form A silent breath gave life,

The soul gravitated to its core

Dawn to dusk, dusk to dawn Time would spawn longevity

Gilded in the fine essences of shimmery gold The steel strength of platinum

Balances the logic in blindness Initiating life's evolution

The light is present, ever so close Beyond my reach, beyond my touch

These feeling are such — Naked everything revealed

Beyond my reach, beyond my sight As dawn to dusk my soul takes flight

A masculine, muscular image Pristine geometry glistens —

From silence a voice cause the earth to quake Awaking azure eyes of man

Peace rested on the land

Not begotten but created from nothingness Unable to be defined as off-spring

Alien matter of molecules unscattered A feminine DNA soon appeared

The light is present, ever so close Beyond my reach, beyond my touch

These feeling are such — Naked everything revealed

Beyond my reach, beyond my sight As dawn to dusk my soul takes flight

From dawn to dusk, Ashes to ashes,

Dust to dust Back to clay from once all came

NEXT POEM

INSPIRATION

When my heart burst wide open My soul comes soaring out

There's no stopping at the borders Because my love must release its shout

I'm dreaming of never-ending skies and flowing water

Enticed by my world an all that its about A maze of chaos forming logical order

Our love be mysterious, bring on our bout My bright eyes are fully open

The visions fade in and out There's no surrendering of these feelings

Because my love there is no doubt I hear the wisdom calling

Justifying their testament and clout There's no arresting idle verbiage, what true

love's about Because my love, I need not tout

I speak directly from my heart The words have no trouble pouring out

My soul was dying before I met you There's divine inspiration inside my heart

and out

NEXT POEM

LOVE WITCH

As I romance catastrophe my love witch fails To recapture a love my mortal heart will forever

dwell Tea leaves and fortunetellers

deceives and plays upon my woes and ails As the witching hours tow, chime — gothic

bells

I'm forsaken, a zombie, the living dead, I whale

My life's been punctured all wind abruptly ejects thy sails

Romantic gothic mist swoons, fantasies mournfully gel

While my abiding heart neverendingly swells

My love witch conjures up a register of ancient spells

With black cauldron boiling and fuming a spirits ale,

The grim reaper encompass my love with tight strangle

Leaving me petrified, lifeless in this eternal hell

NEXT POEM

DISTANT HORIZON

Off on distant horizon somewhere between north and west

Where land and sky kiss A great force lifts toward the heaven's

Blossoming into a gigantic mushroom Soft and peacefully fluffy as a cloud

It's commanding voice Ripples forcefully across the land

In all directions Pushing its ill froth winds

Reigning majestically, condemningly Obliterating everything, every one in its

path

Merciful to those incinerated instantly Poisoning the wicked to bear their just pain

As the righteous endeavor in pure turmoil Purgatory's blessed playground

Nothing is left unscorn in mist of its Vigorous whaling

North, South, East and West Mellifluous memories swiftly fade, erase

Substituted by urgent acquisition to reassemble The treasured value of life

That mankind in quest has put asunder

NEXT POEM

LEVITY OF PAIN

I trek this lengthy lane of pain With stellar spirit, an body decomposing

Contemplative mind, ailing heart whaling Amidst global triumph where people are insane

Your degree language bounds and kites Nobel honor of diligent soul take to flight

Eagerly sadistic anticipating the wonder of twilight

As innovative visions illuminate my sight

Satan regurgitates his willful reverberate vegetation

Upon global chaos as a murder of crows Select among helter-skelter remains

But I'll not waddle for your sake this lane

My laughter eludes your obtuse mind As I quietly travel down the well worn lane

Laced heavily with sorrow and pain Where I discover not the levity of pain

NEXT POEM

CRUCIFIED

Hear the pattern of water droplets As dark angry clouds clamor a voice,

And cracking crackle spider the sky Randomly illuminating day's night

While my frail body severely trauma Lumbers to bear the massive heavy weight

Of two huge unrefined dogwoods I agonize to endure its wealth of pain

This cross impales thy mortal shell As its woody flesh drinks freely my blood

With the vigor of a well dried sponge Cheering voices surround me in distant blur

Heard and unheard concurrently My vision wanes on this lengthy trek

As my faith causally fades near erasure The scarlet juice expelling every orifice

Mingles with sweet and salty perspiration Moistening thy eyes in a torturous burning

hell The path I tread is paved in stones of glass

Hard earth veined from waters absence Ailing to moist its dried skin with the

Last vital drop of liquid my male body would shed

The zenith rose before thy like venom Eager with greed to consume my life

I felt the burden flee momentarily Kissing the land beneath me hard

When suddenly I felt my body levitate Onto the wood, the pain reiterated its goal

Succumbing to the will of mankind — For a sheer moment I found my peace.

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FALL IS HERE

What weary wreck I be Now that Fall is here

Oh I do so fear The treacherous cold

Blanketing me an freezing thy bones Fall be just a prelude

To the rushing white wave Of Winter's hellish snow

Fall is here I do so fear Murky Motley hues share

The solid wick cold of bear Why must I be encapsulated my dear

In the arctic ice so far; yet so near My body trembles like witness endear

Images of bloody crucifix aimed fair My thirst be dry but quenched in care

Hold my truths by heart so fair Proclaim thy name with solemn flair

So perchance my visions someday clear You be with me til eternity my cherished dear

Hold my soul by light tethered ropes of fear An unleash my desires that are forever near

Without scruple I endure cold's freezing care

The rapture of Fall is here I do so fear

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LET THE FIRE BURN

Let the fire burn through the night As our souls soar to such heights

Angels witness this beautiful sight Intently listening, our sweet voices kite

Our smoke tickles the heaven's maze Twisting and turning captive our eternal gaze

How splendidly our souls trek this daze In the cool warmth of Spring's Summer's

laze

Let the fire burn and scorch everything in sight

Allow embers to blacken with the colors of night

As we lay composed arm in arm ever so tight Consuming all treasures of Earthly delights

Let our smoke rise and blanket this craze Let our souls soar and ignite this blaze

Let our love free and released this cage Let the fire burn and dazzle our gaze

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CATCH ME WHEN I FALL

In every bodies life there comes a time When everything is wonderful

A peace settles in without strife and The world is so kind

Everything appears so beautiful

Like the shining sun there comes a time (It may be falling,) falling from grace

Like a shooting star to the Earth hard Oh — catch me when I fall

catch me when I fall

In the garden of eternal life there comes a time

Where everything is so blissful Contentment is a friend of bleeding knife

and Everything around is my unseen sign

As clouds turn soar miles away from cheerful

Like the shining sun there comes a time (I may be falling,) falling from the grace

Like a shooting star to the Earth hard Oh — catch me when I fall

catch me when I fall

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THE PRAISING TREE

I live in a world where bogus neighbors lie I live in a world where bogus neighbors kill

I live in a world where bogus neighbors steal

Then on the Sabbath rain came pouring down, Fever stifled unbreathable air

A plunder of thunder chorus ripped through the mist

While lightening promenade across the vast velvet black skies

Consuming the last atom of oxygen When suddenly lightening streamed hard

pulsing a tree in open view then spidering the land

Leaving the tree spilt half in two Its arms outstretched

Reaching toward the Heaven's In worshiping praise

My eyes fail to believe but my heart could see

This was an unbelievable day As I witness the birth of truth

As I witness the birth of the praising tree Imploring forgiveness for humanity

[As the lightening flickered and shadows dance about

The praising tree was transformed into a beautiful sight

Though it never moved from its rooted position It traveled the globe to carry out its mission

I could have sworn I saw it move here and there

From tree to a man and reverse with ease But the land was pitch black as energy released

My only light was the faith growing inside me.]

FALLEN FOR AN ANGEL My story may be the same

In many different ways But there is no longer an Eden

We can explore the world And gently land in Sweden

Though my heart is inundated with great pain In every single cavity, In every bleeding

vain Regardless of how lame

My life will never be the same It's difficult for me to remain faithful

When I've fallen for an angel

Renditions of this age old parable Appear in many different ways

But I must no longer remain deaden When I can expand my beautiful world

And escape the confines of make believin' Tragedy promenades my beaten love insane

In every deduction, In every thought you came Foregoing the redundancy of same

My life now has meaning and aim It's difficult for me to remain faithful

When I've fallen for an angel

Oh, how can I faithfully remain Faithfully yours

It's so hard to faithfully remain When I've fallen for an angel

When I've fallen for an angel

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VELVET NIGHTS

The night was heavily draped in deep black velvet

One by one a reflecting star managed to pierce such depths

Like exquisite diamonds their radiance glowed brightly

Eager to dance across the vast emptiness of space

Gradually expanding as my thoughts pondered aimlessly

Echoes bounced to and fro my mind's chamber walls

Like the screamer bellowing for his sanity and salvation

Can the rest of the world hear inside my brain?

Is there any purpose?

Is there any aim?

Cleans me now in heaven's baptismal rain

The persistent cries of agony and despair are imprisoning me there

The high-pitched bells constantly ringing imploring me to swear

The theater of satisfaction parades fashionably with devil-may-care

The thoughts, my thoughts rage frantically for release

to inhale deep fresh air A myriad of alternatives entice and dazzle

in promenade as my time draws near

Hear the voice insistently taunting while its evil engrosses my fear

Shortly I'm warmly wrapped in the confirmation of my decision

to commence and adhere

You won't see me crying in rich velvet nights You won't hear me beyond the bright radiance

of stars You won't touch me because I'm no longer

here You'll only witness my kiting spirit bright

As Heaven draws me there.

NEXT POEM

THE CHANGE

I feel the change consuming everything in me

For good or bad it's a necessary need A movement of my spirit's core destine to

be Wealth contemplated as light permits me to

see

Only the blind of cripple thoughts lay and bleed

While wild inclinations await fate's destiny The change ravenously consuming the very essence

of thee No dagger, nor sword wound my flesh deep

As the change is an overpowering key

The change can be agonizing as I plead Contortionist are eager to fill the need

A moment with soul exposed it bleeds When the high moon is bright, I clearly see

There's no cage strong enough to hold me

As the change is taking place wherever I be I feel the hunger and thirst violently supercede

The two have me twisted in a hurricane sea Racing through the blanket of night I see

This is a frightfully incurable monstrous disease

NEXT POEM

MEMORIES ARE FORGIVING

Memories are forgiving when I reminisce Mistakes forgotten like an abandon kiss

When you are near I can never resist Drowning in your aura of moralities bliss

Memories are forgiving when I reminisce The sweet moonlight orchestra commence

Our shadows dance as one beneath thunders mist

Bathed in innocence I felt your angel's kiss

Memories are forgiving when I reminisce Mistakes forgotten like abandon shadows

But what I miss most is your salty kiss And lying in the wind blown meadows

Memories are forgiving when I reminisce Swooning once, you've swooned arms of many

fellow How romantically charming memories exist,

Be still my wakened mind that continually bellow

NEXT POEM

THE SIN

What sin can there be in a world without conscience Where there is no faith and our world prays

to science There can be no sin where there is no Heaven

and Hell As vain mortals we have evolved beyond a soul's

well

But the sin resides in our neglect to recognize The faith that lead us to be baptized

That our soul's would begin anew, sanitized If we fret more and not patronized

What sin can there be that would sin against me

What faith has leaked out unto a world of need

There can be no sin without conscience that bleed

We mortals have evolved beyond need to concede

The sin is diligently fertilized Each time you validate and compromise

As sour water erodes the need to baptize Shadows of sin are seen by open eyes that

recognize

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KEEP IT REAL

Place aside your fantasy and dreams All the modern conveniences and bling

Inhale deep, exhale hard your weighty steam Welcome with open arms the charms it brings

Come dance with me in fresh Kentucky rain Let your troubles and woes wash and drain

Release your wilds for to long you have tamed Scream and shout to the world your name

In the depths of velvet black this wisdom came

Contemplating deep my mind wondered the aim As I peered light gradually penetrated the

seams But I kept it real and treated each day the

same

Crimson scarlet surveys the dusk and gleam My eyes are fooled by things not as they seem

My soul hesitates this scorching light so clean

Can I keep it real until salvation reign

NEXT POEM

LISTENING

Listen to wind-chimes play as spirits go rushing by

Disguised as a gentle breeze causing fright in daylight

Leaves on trees shiver their dance shaking away fear

The rains sprinkle their blessings then silent to a pause

Are you listening as a choir of natures chorus sighs

No terror is to strong to keep silent what's right

Heaven and Hell are trapped here on Earth my dear

Let me shower you in a love that reports no hidden clause

Devour my soul before the demons chariot as I fly

No disguise can hide these feelings blanketed in the night

Justice is blind like father time this reality I must bear

Listen to the rains pour down on me, I soak it in enjoying the pause

Holy water needs no cause to fall from the skies

Shake the root while the ground rumbles and fight

Just open your eyes let my light in, tear away sweet fear,

While the vultures bellow their song of natural law

I'll be listening, listening Just listening

NEXT POEM

FRAGMENTS OF SCENT

I'm lost in a room filled with paints and oils

I look around but nothings familiar There are pictures on the walls

Of people close though long gone All words have forsaken their meaning

The canvases are blank like my thoughts A crack in time allows minutes to abandon

I gaze out past a broken window pane Looking on to distant soils of past,

Everything by and by is pleasantly similar There are a storm of clouds stalling inside

my head Washing away the greenest lawns

But here and there fragments of scent Capture a present moment

Tears come rushing to my eyes As I stand firmly wondering why?

Moments come and go With lifted veils and disguise

My heart is hardly stone Yet I await time all alone

Desperately imploring familiar scents AVALANCHE OF THOUGHTS

When I was alive all I wanted was you by my side

There were no stories hidden nor little white lies

The world was so beautiful all I wanted was more

But now you head strong out the door As my memories wash from the shore

I lived free for what seems a very short time Tell me now that it was not a veinful lie

I'm dying hard to hear your words once more My heart iced hard to stone

While my soul hungers forevermore You're rushing out with the waves onto the

ocean floor

An avalanche of thoughts come rushing all at once

I feel no control as this life continues to flow

There are many strange people Around me now I don't know

But small fragments come and go I've this feeling as their smiling faces

show

In and out like day and night The terror lives deep within

Awaiting my soul to realize its fight Standing before silver waters

Father time laughs then grins It's no sin to allow the pain to show

There's no shame escaping the demons hold

It's to late to capture this feeling Of white heat and black ashes

Why would I want too - away I let this pain consume whatever it desires

In my world of logical words The script is deep, encrypted to the hilt

Thousands of eyes devour and prey Until all my flesh has been divided

Life is nothing more then a Stairway to Heaven and an elevator to Hell

Black is black, White is white Shadows mere shades of motley hues soured

Escaping to disguised veils of night Hiding eagerly from the purity of light

That's why my eyes can see but have no sight Nature and time have blinded it's witness

Not only of sight but of mind

NEXT POEM

EMPTINESS

When nothingness is all consuming and Darken shadows are violently looming

Behind the barred chambers of your motley mind

Let the emptiness loose and show it the sign

The terror lurks in every hill and valley Like a deadbeat mugger in a Godless black

alley Leave the liquor, Mary Jane and gossip disease

Picket those thoughts that cut down deep and bleed

Happiness scares those that are not familiar Imploring that their new world will be similar

How the fear captures desperate hearts So to twist, bite and tear their lives apart

My heart is a dying clock for their on going pain

Reaching out my hand to aid, no one came Just the emptiness of midnights reign

And the revolving carousel of agonizing pain

Change can not prevail joyously over an unwilling soul

Until their Hell stops burning thoughts of harden coal

Cardboard boxes and a blanket of weather snow Usually brings solace and inner peace with

the cold

Extinguishing a never ending reign of pain And their last whimper went silently lame

Muffled heavily by the subway train, The slow moving traffic and aeroplane

NEXT POEM

BEACON

Heartfelt memories channel the music of my soul

Even the troubles simplify my woes Cause there can be no true happiness without

pain Bring it on — bring on the rain

Each song tuning to an individual ear Washing out bad frequencies along with the

fear Love is faithful treasures keeping me sane

In the mist of Godless storms my seasons came With your undying love I'll never be lost

in the dark Beyond the fog a lighthouse gleams miles across

the park I've given you my word, my heart, and all

it means And when I'm with you my quivering voice

boldly sings For you are the beacon to light my way

When I open my blinded eyes to see I simply can't find the words to say

Just know in my heart I do believe

NEXT POEM

BRIEF SECONDS

My path is not a simple one to tread Along this road that twist and turns

Some bridges are surely left broken While some others wickedly burn

Feverishly the passion mingles both ways No matter what one learns there's no escaping

envy The meek must give way to the jungle savvy

Shades are eagerly willing to embrace a lost soul

In a Godless black world where my heart is a dying clock

Melting in the sands of time and disappearing to memories

Merely waiting to fade into nothingness as once I came

White is all revealing and Black all concealing A rainbow of hues implore to be seen

Brief seconds elapse as I draw a polluted breath

A beacon of piercing light forcefully mauls The barriers to break free in vain

Though the steel bars flex and waver Their hold remain ever strong

My path is long and wide and My stride is left weary

Nothing passes the chambers of my thoughts Except the motley shadows hugging thee now

Welcoming night's darkness Brief seconds flash a white light here and

there Leaking through for brief seconds of weakness

Until an universe of force in concert of a cause

Expands to a zenith and explodes The pieces create the universe within

NEXT POEM

A THOUSAND PIECES

A thousand pieces of glass scatter the sandy dirt beneath my bare feet,

My green plaid shirt waves elegantly like liberty on March windy day

Fresh sea air empowers my lungs as I inhale deeply

Expanding my grand sails forward as destiny planned

No time to lay anchor and wait my excursion must forge onward

Fate does not linger still awaiting insightfulness The mirror glass shards are indeed sharp

But does not pierce the valor of my armor Seagulls soar high about with graceful ease

Fancying natures carousel flow of continues motion

When day leans in and kisses the opening of night

A pale blue moon glows bright against a velvet black night sky

As constellations of twinkling diamonds dazzle in the background

Each serenading my eyes with wonder, with their splendid dance

For an instant, this moment, I've discovered peace and tranquility

Lost in contemplative thought and aspirations A thousand pieces come together as one

NEXT POEM

IN FULL BLOOM

Somewhere in the low valleys between hills and mountains

There stands a mighty oak alone in full bloom Perfect in shape, form and color

Its trunk has withstood the test of time Growing stronger each year and refreshing

its foliage The blistering sun indulges its toll

On drought laden soil severely crack earth Veins of refreshing waters have dried completely

up Not a drop dare moisten the abandon souls

Yet there stands a mighty oak alone in full bloom

On this day a miracle occurred before my unbelieving eyes

The Heaven's opened wide and angels shed their heavy tears

Upon the grand mighty oak No rain bleed away from the tree

The rain was only enough to fill its need No more, no less

Just enough to quench its thirst I ran to this tree, I ate of its flesh, I

drank of its blood No more then to appease my hunger, no less

then to satisfy my thirst A change cascaded over me and ran through

ever fiber of my being My pain and sorrow flew away as the sun's

love beamed upon me My heart began to unthaw, to gleam a fine

red jewel When I could see the beauty, hear a choir

of birds, The world filled fully in high definition

color No channel was left untouched from Heaven's

palette I too had awaken from the drought that deaden

me I too had opened up wide in full bloom

NEXT POEM

THE RIVER PATH

The river path to arrowhead mainspring Was a magical sight for the beholder

Standing firm was the Golden Apple tree of life

As scripture sang and I listen for the silence Drinking in the knowledge

While a field of flowers sway to and fro With the gentle breeze

Like a dance of contemplative thought — They meditate —

My heart arrest, My soul lifted,

My eyes washed in the light, My body but a mere sculpture

Containing the whole As an universe transpires within

NEXT POEM

BLANK PAGE

Staring at a blank page is like opening a door to nothingness

But I continue to pass the open windows as they appear

Inking my way via vast darkness of solemn trepidation

My salvation is guarantee through success of this tribulation

Deadness, frozen motion, imprisoned in the moment

Rampant thoughts dissipate eagerly into a vortex

Through this Godless black my heart is like a dying clock

In the stealth of this silence I hear the calling

Much echoes reiterate the reverberating voices chime

The regurgitation of my aches and pains ill my fated time

As inspiration has indeed escaped my mental grasp

Leaving the inking of my creative muse dry and stale

Awaiting me to release the soul from it's fleshy shell

I rip away the barred fabric hiding my earthly skin

And with the same vigor I remove my flesh with zeal,

In this prayer I feel my soul expand into the nothingness

The freedom eases my burden, I feel freshly launder

Renewed, Reborn, FREED Within this instant, darkness became light

—

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DREAM

When day kisses night That's when my torture initialize

Phantom thoughts of chaos As my synapses digitally pixelize

I'm gonna wake up, wake up Yeah I'm gonna wake up

From this nightmare of a dream Put an end to my silent screams

Dusk quickly vanishes from the light Terror quickens my heart to materialize

Water of the blood deeply baptize These Godless nights leave me petrified

I'm gonna wake up, wake up Yeah I'm gonna wake up

From this nightmare of a dream Put an end to my silent screams

Dream a little dream

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SHOW ME A MIRACLE

Show me, show me a miracle, a miracle let it be a flood or fire from the Heaven's

Show me, show me a miracle, a miracle even as little as the dead raising from their

graves

I have waited for so long to witness a miracle Have I seen one and missed it I would be hysterical

Lore of ancient times state words that are mystical

Am I falling for a miracle when I should remain logical

Show me, show me a miracle, a miracle allow me to see one turn to a pillar of salt

Show me, show me a miracle, a miracle show me another building of Noah's ark

Presently the world is in decay as chaos blossoms Drought and famine are prevalent at requiem

Ill weathered people rioting in streets of doom

Their fears gather strongly as fires forever loom

Allow the terror of darken clouds to bring on cleansing storms

Allow the waters to disappear and all nourishing food to withered

Allow the fires to be consummate and ever consuming in the clear

Allow me to witness a miracle, a miracle, before I perish to ash

Show me, show me a miracle, a miracle Show me, show me a miracle, a miracle

Show me, show me a miracle, a miracle, a miracle

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CHRISTMAS TO ME

O Holy Night Where Northern star is aglow

I pray my prayer For wisdom

For peace For humanity

Unto this night of nights Thousands of years have past

And mankind needs your salvation Rich in spirit with abundance of faith

Your light shines upon the world Of your everlasting love

I hear the angels singing To the new born king

All the holy bells ringing And the world rejoicing

Christmas true meaning

O Holy night, it's a blessed sight Where Northern star is aglow

I send my Christmas blessings To one and all

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THE OPEN DOOR

The day will come soon that I will not see the light

I will rest at dark and never open my eyes This will be the peace I've so longed for

As I pass this life through the open door

Soon my child I will no longer behold this sight

Darkness will shadow over me and you'll hear no cries

My soul will linger and travel across these vast shores

Until I have settled earthly ties, desire for even more

This hold on me can not reign beyond the pitch black of night

Unless my ravenous soul remains torn between times I've died

How shall I realize whether I be alive or dead forevermore

Until I can see the light, the light, just behind the open door

I will know of this passing when wind chimes sparkle bright

Rainbows drape gloriously across desert blue skies,

Rains pour heavily cleansing my saintly soul as I soar

Yes, I know these truths as I pass through the open door

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ENCHANTED by THE GLORY

Enchanted in the glory My soul radiates beyond the darkness

As your sweet tears drip onto my heart A nourishment beyond compare

There is a sadness for a fractional moment Then I shoulder the burden of your bloody

cross And the thorns pierce my sensitive flesh

Enchanted by the glory

Enchanted by the glory My body feels no real pain beneath your light

Your sweet tears quench my driest thirst Your blue blood appeases my direst hunger

Wisdom flows from your mouth with God's wrath

While there is a happiness within my being I find now, it to be, an everlasting feeling

Enchanted by the glory

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BETWEEN WORLDS

I stand here alone on shallow ground With the heaven's above and hell's below

And an Earth corrupt with chaos lull Forest encompassing both sides

Deadening my echoes call The water beneath my feet travels on

Cold, cold as ice Behind me a dam on verge of busting,

I hear its white noisy rushing, In this moment I outstretch my arms

Welcoming the moment I cease

Yes!

Oh yes!

Take me on as I stand between worlds My world's corrupt and devour by chaos

See my surroundings now A tornado wraps around me

Pounding like a hurricane My blood raging within like a volcano

As a lullaby cradles my harboring soul

I stand alone amidst nature on hollow ground With diamonds raining down and gold nuggets

glow And an Earth collapsing time until there's

none Trees sway in angelic orchestra on both sides

Rejoicing my echoes call The water beneath my feet travels on

Clear, fresh as arctic ice Behind me is a clearing ever so promising

I hear its lush silence approaching In this moment I outstretch my arms

Welcoming the moment I exist

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CREATIVITY

Living in the land of cosmic thought Where lightning bolts continually strike

Creation is merely and act of indulgence Wavering not to critical inquisition

Harboring no ill will toward diversity As the earth arrest on its axes for and instant

Relieving the chaos that has tattered her so

Abstract wakening glow in splendid awe Where reality stands aback to kite

And the gods of free thought wonder Surrendering not to the punnisher

Whaling loudly of meek scone Scruples collide in the ignition of an instant

Relieving the corruption ladening her so

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THE GATES OF DAWN

The gates of a brilliant golden dawn opens, I dare to enter its embrace as angel chorus

amens' A venturous Spring whose beauty gently flows

And the rushing winds sweep heavily as they blow

As revelations bath the deep blacken wells of my eyes

I find no mellifluous engrossing reason today not to die

My body well beaten and impaled by its own scars

Permit no wind full Godless night of monstrous agony bars

The harboring ill sails of a wickedly violent slumber

Burdens my withering frame to its weighted lumber

As revelations pour into deep hollow crevasses of my soul

I seek not a purposeful deduction today to remain whole

Let me welcome the gates of dawn as angels kite,

Allow me to endure the frivolous mundane woes bite

For my strong brave heart eagerly battles the reign

Righteous, willful as the war is only won by the insane

I may be incline to the mellifluous engrossing reason to die

But not to the lame, not prior my last drawn breathe to try

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ARMS OF A ANGEL

When I fell from the arms of an angel My heart broke and disappeared

I lift my voice so the message may kite Extinguishing my compunction, erasing my fear

My love for you has not withered My feelings merely endure the years

Though I know within you were right The pain never subsided but held ever so tight

When I fell from your silent Heaven My grave imprinted upon my wary soul

I raised my voice to new heights so that my message would kite

Extinguishing my energies for what could be my dear

My faith expired eternally by the hour waiting my heart to sear

But fate's mysteries ways always leads one to the light

My will remains ever strong as I come to terms and

take to flight

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THE UNKNOWN

I stand here upon my fresh lone grave Feeling every thing gradually disappear

As mourners slowly slip away, While dawn draws to mid day

Angels tears are showering on me A Heaven's kiss blessing thee

An orchestra of silence my platinum key I kneel here now for my angel to collect me

I hear solemn voices far and near As the last shadows fade away

Nature's chorus kite in the background Until sections of time are laid down

I can not sleep in final rest Until I'm in the arms of an angel,

A Godless night is approaching With raging storms deafening my ears

Roaring thunder quakes as lightning dare bless A violent dark with its forging light

The mist all encompassing lingers and gathers Beneath my spirited feet where ground is sod

Lumbering this new life erecting from my death Pain has not ceased but by far is less

No harboring will resides in me For my energies have towered beyond you see

To the unknown

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RHYTHMIC RAIN

Listening intently to the rhythmic rain dance across my patina weathered tin roof

I lightly closed my eyes and allowed my imagination to run with the swiftness of derby horses

hoofs Welcoming the night with all its mysteries

and wonder My mind relaxes in the warmth of darkness

and ponders Only a faint light cascades into the room

through a window pane As the moon baths the earth driving all insane

Just as my weary body is drifting off to sleep The rhythmic rain taps heavily now with angels

weep As the light fails to fully penetrate the

nights depths While vacant breath leaves the air stiff and

stale Until I catch my spirit again with a quick

and sudden gasp

Escaping the suffocating grasp of death's fatal claws

My eyes pop and my ears enjoy the rhythmic rain

square dance freely upon my well weathered tin roof

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WORDS

Words—what meaning they endear I could spill my words with a dragon's fiery

breathe Or with a exotic panther's gentle wistful

purr Toasted in intellectual wealth or a proletariat's

burr

But truly, what meaning does words hold?

Words—gossip to demean or words designed to

generate a filling smile Words—sharp as Xavier's silvery sword

exuding my royal blood into platinum chalice

The libation—encompassing life taste exquisitely good

So which words will resonant the longest LINGER

Which words will fade before the dawn DISAPPEAR

Truth be told—without the respect you desperately seek

words offer no pain nor comfort words merely idle until the fumes dissipate

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GATES of ETERNAL LIGHT

Like the gates of a new dawn opening unto a new

Spring day mirroring a plethora of revelations

I can not stop the Heaven's from crying I can not arrest the body from dying

I can not cease the soul from denying I can not halt our love from demising

The gates of eternal light open wide As it springs forth a wealth of loving beauty

and love

I feel its iridescent breath rush feverishly hard

against my silken wings—ever eager to abide My conscious heightens preserving the splendor

and wonders chorusing above

I can not stop the Heaven's from crying I can not arrest the body from dying

I can not cease the soul from denying I can not halt our love from demising

I'm compiled to gaze into the eyes of life Into the gates of eternal light

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GOD GREW TIRED OF US

Decades have gone as thousands of years have passed

Though the word and faith remain agile and strong

No miracles promenade in the streets as of old

Where are these miracles to sustain us today?

Has God simply forsaken his grand creations?

Or has God grew tired of us and no longer amused?

Leaving us abandon and to our own accord To punish ourselves with our words and actions

Havoc inundates simple minds with no compunction Where are the miracles to refresh the world?

Or is God simply abiding time to hurl his gauntlet?

To stomp his feet and clear us from his thoughts?

God grew tired of us—

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I WANT YOU TO KNOW

I want you to know romance is fine and Love will come in time

But at this moment this very moment I want you more then you'll ever know

Deliver me from harsh cold and keep me warm On the outskirts of town hidden in the high

grass We'll do things and make nature's sounds

Lying side by side on mother's earth bountiful ground

Share your sweet honey where the bees swarm I'm the bear of your heart's love forever

to last We'll bind as one and let our souls bound

Lying face to face we are Salomon's mound

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CHAMELEONS

Chameleons tread a vacant forsaken path With a watchful eye the trail is drawn

A sudden blink and everything may be lost The sun dawns and night always falls

The in-between is where changing colors are found

Everything is not black and white as it seems Watch chameleons colors change on and on

The cycle is infinite with rights and wrongs As life matures through stings and bites

When you see, know you'll have discovered light

Tread leery this path but lightly dust away your prints

See the whole world, what it has to show Just beware where the ghostly wind blows

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TEMPERED STEEL

Hard, cold tempered steel A greased axle turns the wheel

A little force, a smooth glide Deep in the core, a sweet sweet ride

All grinding gears are in kinetic motion Heating up, melting down the viscous lotion

Long, thick the steady rod came Liberally greased the chassis flames

Acute forms confirm with brilliant charm Sleek, masculine and silent links a solid

chain firm

Fevered oils violently expels as temperatures rise

As such artful beauty displays with nothing to hide

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NO WORDS

Listen to the willow trees when the sun rises Their silence is deafening to the day

The prevailing swamps dampens the quiet Stillness in the air hardens with time

Clocks remain frozen as one man walks alone A night will never come to kiss the day

Like trapped memories the willow trees have much to say

Listen softly and truth will set you free If only you can bring yourself to believe

No words can express the wealth of ink in my pen

No paper can capture truth of blood beneath my skin

Nor can I hide these feelings inside I must reserve these thoughts to myself

As you are eager to move on, I could never hold you back

As I give raze to this forest of willow trees I'll have more pen and paper for my ink

to bleed Whatever scrapes remain will burn to ash

Frozen in the choke hold of continual consumption

Where there is no words, there is no reprieve!!!

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CRYSTAL WINE

Moonlit nights, crystal wine and candle lights A snippy summer breeze passes rightfully by

Our shadows promenade beneath a misty night sky

Sweet visions conjure charms for my discerning eye

Nightmares are abandon in foggy mist of our fight

What we have between us now is our valued prize

Kismet we may not be but our destinies now kite

Our souls physically bind in a twisted tie As we devilishly long for the others bite

Like famed vampires thirst for crystal wine Our cravings wave with moon full tide

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SLEEP DEPRIVATION

Sunny springs and whimper wills Alice in Wonderland

The rabbit, a top hat Sinks in depths of dark hole

Open eyes can never be deprived of Mask and disguise

Are—I—Am Hypnotized

by the signs that I've died Deprived of a psychedelic life

Where that sixties music Puff the Magic Dragon and

Captain Kangaroo Invade my dreams

Memories of a childhood Captured in a video box

Zaa Zam, Hercules and Tarzan

Are heroes of the sun Werewolves and gypsies

Are always there to please me In a time of need

Look close as I bleed Fangs pierce deep tattoos

For my blue blood The drink is smooth and

Inundated with euphoria life, A touch of strife adds soar bite

When moon and sun collide I need not hide from the eyes

Behind the velvet sky Cold hands lift me unto warm arms

In fevered twilight My crystal skull

Can't shatter nor break But releases a sea of ocean lakes

Images of eons Trapped—Awaiting

To be revealed From death comes new life

Symbols are the sign Icons

I have sight to see But I may still be blind

To what's before me Walking deserts of hundreds of degrees

Scarce of vegetation and Deep southern libation

Nothing to frivolous, nothing to mundane My leathery flesh

Shields my evaporating blood A mere skeleton

I be Daring to tread, trekking aimlessly

Through a never ending mirage— Mirage

Feeling like a ragout vagrant In Gucci gold and Armani suit

A blanket of angels dive toward me In a murder of crows

Vultures Eager to pick thy bones

Movement has slowed and The snow is dry

Shadows are my only shade When I elect to lay for end of day

Quiet is silent and Silence brings me an overwhelming peace

While a plethora of thoughts rage Aroma caught on a homeless breeze

As sand hits my frail knees This be my last breath

I fear My final statement

Imprinted in the sands To be erased by lonesome

Prevailing winds For this is my flesh

Partake and it shall Sustain thee

This is my chalice, my royal blood Drink and your thirst shall be satisfied

What other reason would I have died?

If not to offer you a second chance At salvation

Why do you allow my expiration To be in vain?

Just look to the sunny springs and The whimper wills

I'll be somewhere in the grains of sand

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LAVENDER LOST

Gathering my thoughts amidst a lavender scent I knew instantly without doubt what this smell

meant Her movement was slow and calculatingly silent

But her sweet aromatic lavender proceeded her this moment,

From behind her cold hands blanketed my eyes Concurrently my heart palpitated, arrested,

as I felt The moment fleeing by as her shadow melts

Feelings cascaded through me like a hot summer rain,

My heart forever sorrows as I watched her spirit whirl the drain

Nature can be so cruel— now she's a lavender lost

  a memory, a name

Taken by the ravages of time and circumstance without shame

The present fails a sentence or to cast blame It's a man's nightmare on a never ending

train Her aroma swirls around me in the lavender

captured by my brain

Silence never seemed so appealing—Rewarding Recalling precious memories that are motionlessly

drowning Saving the best times for last may be their

very ending I'll always hold dear the taste of her lavender

in the morning It's a timeless thought—of moments an

a lavender lost

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T.R.U.T.H.

   Truth is a seed nested in a soiled heart awaiting nourishment to aid its growth,

with time and diligence it will gradually take a path of much resistance—not by choice

but by circumstance—eventually this once small destitute seed will capture the light

absorbing its strength and blossom beyond words

   Lies are the weeds that need little attendance to prosper, without proper grooming,

weeding away excessive growth they'll flourish and take over with jungle vengeance—with

time—lies will swivel up and deteriorate from truths brutal bounty and beauty—wilting

away into the nothingness only to be carried swiftly by scornful winds to the unknown.

   Lies withering and dying in an unmarked grave where no one knows its name and the

erosion continues to chew and gnaw.

While truth opens up into a magnificence tree of life and love—radiates its glory near

and far like a fountain spring.

   Its salvation is a fragrant bath—

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LOOK

Reach inside my heart and retrieve the wealth of my love

It's yours for the taking a lavender gift from high above

Look into my blue eyes and tell me you need none

Look deep into my wells and embrace the full sum

I've opened my heart, extending the wings of my soul

It's yours do as you will—to throw away or watch it grow

Look beyond past, present, drop seed in soil and behold

Look within depths of yourself, unveil the truth,

the lavender you will know

Together we'll discover new worlds, as one, we'll run

Toward a fantastic future, a plethora of lessons won

Look at our history, the gods will not shun Look at our here and now as we're eager

to engross the sun

Look now for this may be our last opportunity to believe

In the lavender love residing between us this very moment

The skies are the bluest, grass the greenest, our lavender love the purest

Look now for the roughest patch is behind us—you'll see

Have faith in what you know is there and receive My love, my heart is yours for the taking,

a flooding sea

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THEATER OF MEMORY

My world is a theater of pain When the pills come it will not last

My world is a theater of memory Recollecting on things gone past,

As visual as my current present I've played these memories many time

It's a slide show of a joyful weeping soul I've out lived these precious thoughts

That I share freely with every one else I've seen that look before a many of times

Trying to be polite while not caring to hear Guess I have told these memories to long

Much longer then others can bear

But—  I live in a theater of pain—a theater

of memory  I live in a theater of pain—a theater

of memory RUSTIC MEMORIES

Rustic cabin, weathered chaps, western decor Well worn beaten boots grace the floor

Cowboy life is simple, cowboy ways are hard Ruggedly poised before a faggot, he strikes

fire

The deep sleepless wells of his dark lazy eyes

Reflect a glint of moonlight sparking them alive

Into the thick of night so boundless, so far, Under deep drawn breath he casually wishes

on distant star

Long cold prairie nights and warm soiled leathers No regrets, never looked back, naturally he

knew better Aches and pains are his slow suicide without

visual trace But in his pocket as silver locket and a piece

of ragged lace

Time has been a wickedly cruel bastard Taking away true love—worst then any disaster

A handful of useless things help recall rustic memories

In this instant, in this moment, in this Godless cemetery

How's a cowboy to kept forging with heart of a dying clock

When he holds the key but lost his precious lock

Time keeps churning the sours of buttermilk As a lone cowboy embraces a handkerchief of

delicate silk

Even the driest Sahara deserts shed a tear No matter how strong or tough lies the fear

Rusting spurs, aged dirty saddle needing repair and oiled

Through sins of penitence the remains are true and loyal

True and loyal are rustic memories A little love needing things to be

True and loyal are rustic memories A solid epitaph this hard cowboy sees

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Spider-Man is all but invincible.

But Parker, we can destroy him.

I can't.

Betrayal must not be countenanced.

Parker must be educated.

What do I do?

Instruct him in the matters of loss and pain.

Make him suffer. Make him wish he were dead.

Yes?

And then grant his wish.

But how?

The cunning warrior attacks neither body nor mind.

Tell me how!

The heart, Osborn.

First, we attack his heart.

Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses...

...as we forgive those who trespass against us.

Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us...

Deliver us!

Finish it!

- Finish it! - From evil!

Two milligrams IV.

Get the BP.

Aunt May. Is she gonna be okay? What happened?

You have to leave.

- What happened? - Those eyes!

Those horrible yellow eyes!

He knows who I am.

I'm sorry.

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Establishment Has Already Acknowledged a Lost Race of Giants

By Jason Jarrell and Sarah Farmer

One of the most controversial subjects regarding the ancient prehistoric cultures of North

America concerns what we refer to as the Unique Physical Types (UPT). For the purposes of

what follows, these UPT are often gigantic humanoid skeletons with hyper elongated or

high-vaulted crania, occasional extra or pathological detentions (including several reports of double

or triple rows of teeth), and are usually discovered in the burial mounds and associated

graveyards of the Adena-Hopewell, Archaic Cultures, and Southeastern Ceremonial Complex.

It is common today for alternative history researchers to tell the story of how these

beings were discovered en masse throughout the 19th and early 20th centuries. Historians,

antiquarians, and archaeologists recorded the discovery of the Unique Physical Types

all over the United States, with a large concentration found in the mounds and earthworks of the

Ohio River Valley and along the Mississippi River. These accounts can be found in any

number of county, township, and state histories, as well as anthropological literature from

both inside and outside of the Smithsonian Institution. Here are several examples:

Kentucky: �From a mound on the farm of Edin Burrowes, near Franklin, were exhumed, in

May, 1841, at a depth of over 12 feet, several human skeletons. One, of extraordinary dimensions,

was found between what appeared to have been two logs, covered with a wooden slab. Many

of the bones were entire. The under jaw-bone was large enough to fit over the jaw, flesh

and all, of any common man of the present day. The thigh-bones were full six inches

longer than those of any man in Simpson County. Teeth, arms, ribs, and all, gave evidence

of a giant of a former race�. (History of Kentucky, Lewis Collins)

Jo Daviess County, Illinois: �The mounds on the bluff have nearly all been opened within

the last two or three years�In all that have been opened the excavators have found

in the center a pit that was evidently dug about two and a half feet below the original

surface of the ground�The bones in this pit indicate a race of gigantic stature, buried

in a sitting posture around the sides of the pit, with legs extending toward the center�.

(The History of Joe Daviess County)

�Near the original surface, 10 or 12 feet from the center (of the mound), on the lower

side, lying at full length upon its back, was one of the largest skeletons discovered

by the Bureau agents, the length as proved by actual measurement being between 7 and

8 feet. It was all clearly traceable�� (12th Annual Report of the Bureau of Ethnology)

Kanawha Valley, West Virginia: �No 11 is now 35 by 40 feet at the base and 4 feet high.

In the center, 3 feet below the surface, was a vault 8 feet long and 3 feet wide. In the

bottom of this, among the decayed fragments of bark wrappings, lay a skeleton fully 7

feet long, extended at full length on the back, head west�. Nineteen feet from the

top�in the remains of a bark coffin, a skeleton, measuring 7.5 feet in length and 19 inches

across the shoulders, was discovered�. (12thAnnual Report of the Bureau of Ethnology)

�Within the village of Brownstown, ten miles above Charleston and just below the mouth

of Lens creek, is another such ancient burying ground�At Brownstown, not long since, two

skeletons were found together, one a huge frame about seven feet in length and the other

about four feet, a dwarf and deformed�. (History of the Great Kanawha Valley)

Mounds in Dunbar and South Charleston recorded by the Bureau of American Ethnology in 1884

Florida: �Pursuing my investigations, and excavating further toward the south east face

of the mound, I came upon the largest stone ax I have ever seen or that had ever been

found in this section of the country. Close to it was the largest and most perfect cranium

of the mound�Near by the side of this skull were the right femoris, the tibia, the humerus,

and part of the radius, with a portion of the pelvis directly under the skull�Anticipating

a perfect specimen in this skull, I was doomed to disappointment, for, after taking it out

of the earth and setting it up, so that I could view the fleshless face of this gigantic

savage, in the space of two hours it crumbled to pieces, except small portions. According

to measurement of the bones of this skeleton, its height must have been quite 7 feet�.

(Annual Report of the Boards of Regents of the Smithsonian)

Digital sketch, ancient Florida giant. Digital sketch, ancient Florida giant. Image

courtesy of Marcia K. Moore, Ciamar Studio. Louisiana: �In the same line of abnormality

was the finding of one skull in which the detention reached the unusual number of forty

teeth, the increase consisting of eight additional incisors�The formation of the skull found

in the Larto mound, as compared with those of other localities, is highly anomalous�The

anomaly in these cases cannot be ascribed to artificial disfiguration, for, were it

such, the otherwise symmetrical development of the other parts would be impossible�their

remarkable conformation could not possibly have been the result of bandages or other

external appliances, but was undoubtedly congenital�. (Publication of the Louisiana Historical Society)

Etowah Mound Group: �Grave A, a stone sepulcher, 2.5 feet wide, 8 feet long, and 2 feet deep,

was formed by placing steatite slabs on edge at the sides and ends, and others across the

top. The bottom consisted simply of earth hardened by fire. It contained the remains

of a single skeleton, lying on its back, with the head east. The frame was heavy and 7 feet

long�. (12th Annual Report of the Bureau of Ethnology)

These examples represent the various anomalous features of the Unique Physical Types, which

were encountered in the 19th and early 20th centuries. Spatially and culturally, they

illustrate the extensive temporal and geographical range of these types. The Kanawha Valley Mound

Builders left their remains in an area where some of the oldest Fayette Thick Adena Pottery

and diverse types of mound construction have been found. It has recently been suggested

that sites in West Virginia may push the �acceptable� beginning of the Early Woodland Period back

to 1400-1300 BC.

The samples from Illinois come from a region where Archaic era mounds have been found,

often with Hopewell Mounds built over and into them hundreds or thousands of years later,

as in the case of Elizabeth Mound 1 and Peter Klunk Mound 7. The Etowah Mound (Mound C)

is ascribed to the Mississippian Cult, dated to 950-1450 AD.

Ancient mounds and monuments of the Mississippi Valley. Originally published in William Cullen

Bryant and Sydney Howard Gay Ancient mounds and monuments of the Mississippi

Valley. Originally published in William Cullen Bryant and Sydney Howard Gay, A Popular History

of the United States, Vol I (1888), p. 24. (Wikimedia Commons)

After the Government and Philanthropies took over American Archaeology in the 1900s, the

establishment undertook the policy of flatly denying the existence of anomalous remains.

The actual beginning point for the revisionist tendency in the National Museum was very early.

By 1851, E G Squier was working to debunk theories of pre-Columbian contact, and several

decades later, Gerald Fowke would attempt to discredit and jettison the work of virtually

every researcher in the field up to his day, including the skeletal measurements of his

fellow agents in the Bureau of Ethnology. However, the denial of the Unique Types truly

got underway during the reign of Ales Hrdlicka as the Curator of Anthropology at the Smithsonian

(circa 1903).

"Ales hrdlicka" by Unknown - Archive Museum of Ale� Hrdlicka in Humpolec.

�Ales hrdlicka� by Unknown � Archive Museum of Ale� Hrdlicka in Humpolec. Licensed

under CC BY-SA 3.0 via Wikimedia Commons Hrdlicka seems to have made a hobby of constantly

disparaging the notion that anomalous skeletons were ever found. This was done in scholarly

works as well as public venues:

And the �giant� and �eight-foot� skeleton is to this day the almost stereotyped feature

of many an amateur report of a find of skeletal remains in Florida as well as other parts

of the country. All these reports�it may be said once and for all, are exaggerations.

Dr Hrdlicka blames the �will to believe� of amateur anthropologists for many reports

of �discoveries� which find their way to his office with monotonous frequency�the

purported �finds� describe a race of ancient giants between 7 and 8 feet tall with bones

and jaws considerably larger than those living today�Next to human �giants� Dr. Hrdlicka

reports, fancy finds its sway with human �dwarfs�.

Interestingly, Hrdlicka�s name appears in several reports of discoveries of gigantic

skeletons during his tenure at the American Museum:

The skeletons of these Hitherto Unknown American Aborigines Showed They All Ranged in Height

from Six and One-Half to Seven Feet�Excavating in the sand dunes of the sun-sprayed Golden

Isles, Georgia, archaeologists have gouged out the strange record of an amazing prehistoric

race of giants�What manner of men were these, the members of whose tribe all averaged six

and one-half and seven feet tall?�Some of the first skulls to be disinterred by Preston

Holder have already been examined at the Smithsonian Institute by Dr Ales Hrdlicka, foremost authority

on North American Types.

Currently there are a slew of books, DVDs and even at least one TV show documenting

the exploits of modern hunters who are �on the trail� of the anomalous dead, who insist

that if at least one of these skeletons could be found and presented to the �experts�

it would somehow alter the professed paradigm of the establishment itself. However, as we

will demonstrate in part 2, the �experts� have already rediscovered, photographed, and

measured these types of remains.

Part 2

Illustration from "Mundus subterraneus" - suggesting that fossil bones were from giants

Illustration from �Mundus subterraneus� � suggesting that fossil bones were from

giants (Wikimedia Commons). Following our overview of discoveries of gigantic

humanoid skeletons in the burial mounds and associated graveyards of the Adena-Hopewell,

Archaic Cultures, and Southeastern Ceremonial Complex, we will now document the discovery

of the Unique Physical Types (UPT) even after the institution of the mainstream policy of

denial, or �post cover-up�.

The two pre-eminent Adena scholars of the twentieth century were William S Webb (assisted

by Charles Snow of the University of Kentucky) and Don Dragoo, of the Carnegie Museum. When

Webb excavated the Dover Mound in Mason Co, Kentucky, he encountered a group burial of

4 skeletons, one of which represented the Unique Physical Type:

�The remains of burial 40 is one of the largest known to Adena; the skull-foot field

measurement is 84 inches (7 feet).� (The Dover Mound, William S Webb and Charles Snow

1959)

The Burial Census Table mentions that this skeleton had a �very thick� skull and

represented the �tallest Adena male� from the mound. For other burials in the Dover

Mound the Table includes such details as �prominent bilateral chin�, �rugged head and face,

wide bilateral chin� and �High Vaulted, large-faced�. (Webb and Snow, 1959)

Following our overview of discoveries of gigantic humanoid skeletons in the burial mounds and

associated graveyards of the Adena-Hopewell, Archaic Cultures, and Southeastern Ceremonial

Complex, we will now document the discovery of the Unique Physical Types (UPT) even after

the institution of the mainstream policy of denial, or �post cover-up�.

The two pre-eminent Adena scholars of the twentieth century were William S Webb (assisted

by Charles Snow of the University of Kentucky) and Don Dragoo, of the Carnegie Museum. When

Webb excavated the Dover Mound in Mason Co, Kentucky, he encountered a group burial of

4 skeletons, one of which represented the Unique Physical Type:

�The remains of burial 40 is one of the largest known to Adena; the skull-foot field

measurement is 84 inches (7 feet).� (The Dover Mound, William S Webb and Charles Snow

1959)

The Burial Census Table mentions that this skeleton had a �very thick� skull and

represented the �tallest Adena male� from the mound. For other burials in the Dover

Mound the Table includes such details as �prominent bilateral chin�, �rugged head and face,

wide bilateral chin� and �High Vaulted, large-faced�. (Webb and Snow, 1959)

Webb and Snow also noted the large crania of the Adena, which they partly attributed

to head-boarding:

�Not only do the Dover people show the results of head shaping (deformation), but they exceed

the total Kentucky series in the great width and height of the skull vault!�it is to

be noted that the head shaping�has been extreme in these skulls�These people as

a group�have the highest skull vaults reported anywhere in the world.� (Webb and Snow,

1959)

Artist�s reconstruction of the high skull vaults reported in descriptions of North American

giants. Artist�s reconstruction of the high skull

vaults reported in descriptions of North American giants. Image courtesy of Marcia K. Moore,

Ciamar Studio. Another feature of the UPTs documented by

Webb and Snow is the massive lower jaw:

�One of the outstanding and un-Indian traits present among the Adena people is their prominent

and often bilateral chins�One of the skulls from the Dover Mound, Burial 25�represents

a bilateral chin with a width of 52 mm.� (Webb and Snow, 1959)

�One of the particular features present in at least one-half of the observed examples

is the great width of the bony chin, formed by bilateral eminences rarely found among

the skulls of the much earlier Shell Heap People or among the later Hopewell People.�

(The Adena People, No 2, by Webb and Baby).

Besides the large skeletal type, Snow noted the discovery of the �Dwarf� type mentioned

in early literature in his observations of the famous Adena pipe from Ross County, Ohio:

�Further evidence of abnormal Adena individuals is portrayed in a remarkable piece of sculpture

in the round-the Adena Pipe figurine�The figure depicted is typical of this form of

dwarfism.� (The Adena People, No 2, by Webb and Baby.)

The Adena Pipe. His head and torso are large in comparison to his legs, suggesting to some

that he represents a dwarf. The Adena Pipe. His head and torso are large

in comparison to his legs, suggesting to some that he represents a dwarf. (Photo courtesy

of the Ohio Historical Society) The text references the excavation of one

of these individuals at Waverly, Ohio. The following description of this burial is from

Gerald Fowke:

��a skeleton of peculiar form. It was not over five feet long, but the bones were

very thick and the processes for attachment of muscles were extraordinary in their development.

The skull was nearly half an inch thick and of unusual size, mostly back of the ears,

though the forehead was full and high. The teeth were large, hard, and but little worn�.

(The Archaeological History of Ohio, by Gerald Fowke, page 372.)

In 1958, Don Dragoo encountered the large Adena type while excavating the Cresap Mound

in West Virginia on behalf of the Carnegie Museum. In a subfloor tomb he unearthed Burial

54:

�This individual was of large proportions. When measured in the tomb his length was approximately

7.04 feet. All the long bones were heavy and possessed marked eminences for the attachment

of muscles.� (Mounds for the Dead, by Don Dragoo, 1963).

A burial mound of the Adena Culture. Grave Creek Mound in Moundsville, West Virginia

A burial mound of the Adena Culture. Grave Creek Mound in Moundsville, West Virginia

(Wikimedia Commons) This discovery, as well as a review of Webb�s

earlier work at the Dover Mound, influenced Dragoo�s remarkable observations on Adena

anthropology:

�Two outstanding traits have been noted repeatedly for this group. One is the protruding

and massive chin often with prominent bilateral protrusions. The second trait is the large

size of many of the males and some of the females. A male of six feet was common and

some individuals approaching seven feet in height have been found, for example, Burial

40 in the Dover Mound and Burial 54 in the Cresap Mound. Some of the females in the Dover

Mound also were more than six feet in height. Not only were these Adena people tall but

also the massiveness of the bones indicates powerfully built individuals. The head was

generally big with a large cranial capacity�. (Mounds for the Dead, by Don Dragoo, 1963).

To Webb, Snow, and Dragoo, the evidence clearly pointed towards the existence of a group of

genetically related elites within the Adena sphere who shared the UPT traits. The true

number of these individuals had been obfuscated by the common practice of cremation:

�If, as the evidence seems to indicate, the burials in the tombs were those of a selected

group such factors would have undoubtedly been of importance not only in the development

of the prominent chin but also in the large stature. If only certain inbreeding individuals

of the total population were members of the �selected group�, genetic factors would

also have played an important part in the establishment of the unique Adena physical

type�How wide-spread throughout the entire Adena population were the unique traits of

the tomb burials is unknown but Snow�s study of the cremated remains from the Dover Mound

indicated that at least some of the individuals among these cremated remains also possessed

the unique traits of the flesh burials in the tombs. Because of the common practice

of cremating most of the dead, we will probably never be able to determine the full extent

of these special traits in the general population.� (Mounds for the Dead, by Don Dragoo, 1963).

The emerging picture is of an elite race within Late Archaic/Early Woodland societies who

were often buried in the mounds, and who represented a type of �royalty�. Among these interrelated

groups were UPTs. This elitism is further evidenced by the presence of extensive child

and infant burials in the tombs, often accompanied by the same exotic goods as the adults including

shell beads and copper rings. Also, dental and bone anomalies have been used to establish

a genetic connection between individuals at mound sites.

Gigantic discoveries are often challenged with the generic statement that average Adena

were between 5�6�� and 5�11�� feet tall, but this argument is a conjecture

of half-truth disguised as science. We are not concerned with the �average� stature

of the Adena populace, but rather the irregular characteristics (and often abnormally tall

stature) of their elite.

Skeletons of a male giant and a female dwarf, displayed at the Royal College of Surgeons.

Skeletons of a male giant and a female dwarf, displayed at the Royal College of Surgeons.

(Wikimedia Commons) Besides the professional literature, so-called

�amateur� archaeologists have also chronicled conclusive evidence of Unique Physical Types

with a great consistency to the discoveries of Dragoo and Webb. In 1908, Louis Welles

Murray recorded that at Tioga Point in Pennsylvania, remains of �a skeleton of a man six or more

feet in height� beneath a cist-like grave were found. The grave itself was encased and

moved to the local museum where the bones were studied by hundreds of people. Other

skeletons from this same area �were of unusual size; one, judged from the length of thigh

bone, to be seven feet.� (A History of Old Tioga Point and Early Athens, Pennsylvania,

by Louis Welles Murray.)

In addition to these, Murray documents the examination of a large skeleton by a Professor

Holbrooke:

�Judging by the thigh bone he must have been seven feet tall. The skull was much larger

than usual, very thick, the forehead unusually receding, the top flattened. The jaws were

extremely strong, full of large, perfect teeth.� (A History of Old Tioga Point and Early Athens,

Pennsylvania, by Louis Welles Murray.)

Following the discovery of burials in her own flower garden, Murray embarked on an archaeological

odyssey of her own. In 1921, she published an article for the American Anthropologist,

noting that the femur, jaw, and teeth of one of the seven-foot skeletons was then still

in the Tioga Point Museum. Also included are references to many skeletons between 6 and

7 feet tall, with photographs of artifacts, pottery, and the in situ burial of one of

the �above 6ft� burials. The article also features a photograph of the �Paul Scott

Collection�, described as �a multiplicity of small artifacts, suggesting a race of pygmies�

which included a �miniature amulet and sinker stones.� (Aboriginal Sites In And Near �Teaoga�,

in American Anthropologist 23(2) 1921).

Regardless of the disparagement of amateurs, historians, and antiquarians, the credentials

of Webb, Snow, and Dragoo have never been brought into question. With so many researchers

scrambling today to discover irrefutable evidence of gigantic or otherwise anomalous beings

to prove their existence, the authors question why they do not simply present the works of

William S Webb and Don Dragoo to anthropologists, and more importantly, their audiences.

While the concept of a mysterious and undiscovered race may create an air of sensationalism healthy

for selling books and DVDs, we feel that it is of far more relevance to demonstrate that

the Unique Physical Types were discovered by professionals all the way up through the

20th century, even after the institutionalized policy of denial, and yet the establishment

continues to deny their own documented evidence and the truth.

Featured Image: 3d Digital Sculpture of Giant with hair, copper breastplate, and gorget.

Image courtesy of Marcia K. Moore, Ciamar Studio. For more reconstructions of giants,

visit Marcia K. Moore�s website.

References, Part 1

History of Kentucky, Volume 2. Lewis Collins, 1878. Giants appear in the text on pages 107,

653, 654, 666, 683, and 722 https://archive.org/stream/collinshistoricav02coll#page/n7/mode/2up

The History of Joe Daviess County, Illinois, 1878. Reference is page 843 https://archive.org/stream/historyofjodavie00kett#page/844/mode/2up/search/Ancient+Mounds

12th Annual Report of the Bureau of Ethnology, 1891. https://archive.org/stream/annualreportofbu1218901891smit#page/n7/mode/2up

History of the Great Kanawha Valley, by John P Hale, 1891. Reference on page 47.

https://archive.org/stream/historyofgreatka01madi#page/n7/mode/2up

Annual Report of the Boards of Regents of the Smithsonian, 1874. See Antiwuities of

Florida, page 392.

Publications of the Louisiana Historical Society 1896. Mounds of Louisiana, Part 1. Reference

begins on page 20. https://archive.org/stream/publicationslou02socigoog#page/n143/mode/2up

Building Woodland Archaeological Units in The Kanawha River Basin, West Virginia, by

Patrick D Trader, in Woodland Period Systematics in The Middle Ohio Valley, edited by Darlene

Applegate and Robert Mainford, 2005.

For Elizabeth Mound number 1, see The Archaic and Woodland Cemeteries of the Elizabeth Site

in the Lower Illinois Valley edited by Leigh and Buikstra, 1988.

For Peter Klunk Mound 7, see Hopewell and Woodland Site Archaeology in Illinois, Bulletin

6 Illinois Archaeological Survey https://uofi.app.box.com/s/gw2ah1c1wyi602w27umt

Essay attached to Memoir on the European Colonization of America, page 20.

https://archive.org/stream/cihm_42357#page/n23/mode/2up

Archaeological History of Ohio, Gerald Fowke. https://archive.org/stream/cu31924005690155#page/n5/mode/2up

Anthropology of Florida, Ales Hrdlicka 1922. https://archive.org/stream/anthropologyoffl00hrdli#page/n5/mode/2up

Newspaper article discovered in a clipping file by Ross Hamilton, author of A Tradition

of Giants: The Elite Social Hierarchy of American Prehistory.

The Salt Lake Tribune, 8/21/1936, courtesy of the excellent Greater Ancestors website:

http://greaterancestors.com/the-golden-isles-giants/

References, Part 2

The Dover Mound, William S Webb and Charles Snow 1959. The measurement of the giant is

on page 22, the burial census is on pages 29-32, and the dental anomalies are photographed

on page 43.

Mortuary Variability in the Middle Big Darby Drainage of Central Ohio Between 300 BC and

300 AD Volume 1, Bruce Aument.

Ohio Archaeologist, 10 (4), Oct 1960. Article and photograph on pages 140-141.

https://kb.osu.edu/dspace/bitstream/handle/1811/55999/OHIO_ARCHAEOLOGIST_10_4_OCTOBER_1960.pdf?sequence=1

The Adena People, No 2, by Webb and Baby.

The Archaeological History of Ohio, by Gerald Fowke, page 372.

Mounds for the Dead, by Don Dragoo (1963). Burial 54 is measured and described on page

67, and an actual photograph of the skeleton in situ appears on page 50.

A History of Old Tioga Point and Early Athens, Pennsylvania, by Louis Welles Murray. Large

Skeletons appear in the text around page 200. Page 203 features a photo of a large type

in situ.

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- Hey, everyone!

Extremely likable and non-threatening celebrity

Jack McBrayer here.

- Extremely likable?

- Jon Hamm here

to help me out. - Hi, everybody.

- Now we all know that the government is now able

to monitor us by hacking into our phones

and TVs and computers.

So, I thought I'd take this opportunity

to just leak all my compromising info myself

before they can use it against me.

Ready?

- I'm very nervous.

- Don't be.

- Okay. - You know, I mean--

- Okay, well let's see where this goes.

- Sure! Okay.

A lot of celebrities lie about their age.

I'm no different.

- True.

- I tell people I'm 43 years old,

but in reality,

I'm a mannequin who came to life but ten years ago.

- In fact, I animated him.

A lot of people don't know this about me.

I'm a wonderful woodworker named Geppetto.

- For the longest time,

I thought the term preemie was short for premium baby,

so I would go around congratulating pregnant ladies

and say, "Oooh, I hope it's a preemie!"

- That's actually true.

- [Jack] Well, that's what

I thought. - I was born a preemie,

and this is what happened.

Premium.

I don't wanna give too much up,

but if we are sharing.

- Okay.

- I will tell you that Jack's genitals

are in fact made of actual junk.

- Found objects, really.

- Yeah, there's a lot of rebar,

some busted concrete bits,

an old soup can,

and a cartoony fish bone.

Oooh, tell 'em about your teeth.

- Yes.

- Actual Chiclets.

He can't really chew anything harder

than a boiled banana because the teeth will just--

- Just turn into

like mushy gum. - Actual chewing gum.

Chewing gum. - Yeah.

- The one thing I will say about Jack,

delightful breath.

Mostly it smells like bananas and chewing gum.

Most people know me from Mad Men.

Most people know you from?

- 30 Rock?

I auditioned for Mad Men.

- [Jon] What part?

- Peggy Olson.

(laughs)

- How did you get your job on 30 Rock?

- I got 30 Rock

because I have a Polaroid of Lorne Michaels

strangling some other Canadian by the river.

- And that's why we need the ACLU.

So, thanks ACLU.

We really, really love what you do

and the inspiration you give us.

- My hair is spun sugar.

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3

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building is secured

Shit

I`m dry.

Shit

I get these thing right now.

They shooting from inside the building.

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[ Hull creaking ]

[ Alarms blaring ]

[ Electricity crackles ]

[ Indistinct shouting ]

Is everyone okay?

Nemo!

You can let go. I'm fine.

What the hell happened?

We just portaled into another realm

Usually, we secure things first,

but your friend gave us no warning.

I assure you, Gideon is not my friend.

I've no idea why he wants me gone,

but I have to get back to Emma.

We have to turn around.

We're headed back to Storybrooke.

That's not possible, Brother.

Like hell it isn't.

Nemo just said that the Nautilus can travel between realms.

But to do that requires something we don't have --

Kraken's blood.

And Gideon used the last of it.

I'm sorry, Killian.

Well, "sorry" isn't good enough.

Emma's in danger.

She thinks that I've abandoned her.

I have to get back and tell her the truth.

Did you not hear the Captain?

We have no Kraken's blood.

Well, you know who does?

A Kraken.

You can't be serious.

I spent a lifetime running away from those beasts.

Then they won't know to expect us.

Gentlemen, let's go hunting.

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[ Machine whirs ]

[ Steam hisses ]

Welcome to the coffee bar.

May I introduce you

to four tall impractical roasts?

-Whoa! -Whoa.

-[ Laughs ] -Aha!

All right, guys, you ready for this?

-Yes! -Let's do it.

-I'm super ready.

-Very excited.

This is my favorite part of your show.

I know you didn't ask, but it's when you B.S. people.

Say no more. Actually, say a lot.

You guys are gonna be

doing the B.S.ing today.

I'll do the magic.

You're responsible for explaining it away with your B.S.

Okay.

This is great.

You guys, to the room. Joe, you're up first.

-All right, let's go. -Good luck, baby.

-Joe, let's go. -I go here?

I'm gonna show you.

You're messing with forces you don't understand.

I'm the David Copperfield

of B.S.

Oh, my God. All right.

This is the machine.

All right.

You're gonna explain to everybody what's going on,

and I'm gonna work it.

Offer them a sip of coffee.

We have

double-roasted beans.

Double-roasted beans.

Yep.

And you could do this part

if you want.

I lay a bag down on the bottom.

You could put one scoop of beans on top of the bag.

Okay.

And then we cover it up.

And when the light gets turned on,

we just wait for the light to go off.

And when

the light goes off --

it may happen

automatically -- we lift.

Come on. Come on!

No.

Wait a second.

No, come on.

Joe, I hope you know what's going on down there.

-Did you see what just happened?

-What just happened?

I did, and you look like

a chicken without a head

out there.

Get your act together, please.

You're representing us.

Wait a second.

What just happened?

Okay, the Jokers have just seen

how they think the trick is gonna go.

What they aren't aware of is

it will be a little bit different when they try.

I'm gonna figure out how he does this.

I'm gonna figure it out.

It's the real reason we came on this.

We're gonna expose this whole thing.

You like coffee, right?

What kind of coffee is it?

-He got her in! -There he goes.

Not single roast, what you might be used to.

This here's

a double-roast process.

We put it in this machine.

It gets imported in

from...

Cuba.

Cuba. Eastern Cuba.

Really?

Yeah.

And then -- Well, now with the embargo gone...

Mm-hmm.

...it's a whole thing there.

Don't ever go

to Western Cuba.

And you don't want your Western Cuban coffee.

Just only -- Okay.

And then, here you go. And now it's roasted.

And... -[ Laughs ]

Wait, what?!

As a bonus --

As a bonus, you get these panties here, as well.

[ Laughter ]

We just got -- We just got Carbonaro Effect-ed.

-What happens is it's -- -Why do they have those in here?

These are -- These can be --

The beans soak right through the lace as a dripping process.

And the beans soak right through the lace.

It's a dripping process -- a double-roast dripping process

straight out of Eastern Cuba.

"So if you purchase it today..."

So if you purchase it today,

you get the beans, and you get the --

"And the dripping panties."

And you get the dripping panties.

I'm going to pass. Thank you.

You're gonna pass?

Okay, well...

Great presentation,

though.

Thank you, thank you.

Good presentation.

Doing well.

Yeah, not bad.

Thank you, gentlemen.

Thank you.

Good job.

Thank you. Thank you. You got it.

And I'm keeping these.

[ Laughter ]

Well done.

You know what's really weird, Joe?

What's that? These are Murr's?

[ Laughter ]

Q: It's a double roast,

man.

Have you ever heard of it

before?

It's a good, old-fashioned double roast.

This -- my mother drinks this.

And we just wait for the light.

All day and night, my mother just drinks this.

When the light goes out, it's considered double roast.

Oh, the light's off!

-Yeah. -It's ready.

Oh, yeah, here we go. There we go.

Ohh! [Bleep] -Oh.

[ Laughter ]

What is that? What is that?

Joe: Chinchilla. It's a chinchilla.

Oh, you got to be [bleep] me now.

Just explain.

Uh, explain what?

I don't know what's...

[ Laughs ]

So what you're basically drinking is chinchilla pee.

Yeah, that's the secret ingredient.

Double, double, double. Double roasted.

-Double roasted, though. -You really separate the beans

from the chinchilla pellets.

Yeah, he eats the beans,

and he poops them out.

No! No!

That's the double-roast

process.

Where do I throw this out?

[ Laughter ]

That's what gives it that acidity.

No, I'm good. Thank you.

One shot is enough.

Can I touch him?

Q, you forgot the purpose.

You were supposed to explain what was going on,

and you just fell in love with a chinchilla.

Q: I couldn't possibly

explain anything.

You're throwing a cute, little animal at me.

Oh, my God!

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CHILLS

5.

Coming from the Midwest, you anticipate that you're going to run into some unusual people

and things out in this city.

Los Angeles definitely doesn't disappoint.

Whether it's getting held at gunpoint outside of my apartment, or seeing a homeless man

get run down in the streets in Thai Town, all are things that I'm not used to seeing

coming from Indiana.

I'm dime a dozen out here.

I came to Los Angeles to pursue the arts like every other schmo around.

The trick about this city is finding a job where you can actually keep afloat while maintaining

some sort of flexibility so that you can accommodate the volatile life of auditions and meetings.

Uber and Lyft are the perfect solution.

When you sign up for both platforms to drive, you're told that you'll likely get some unruly

folks, and what to do in said situation.

I carry a small knife on me, and even though you're not supposed to have a weapon, just

try and think of how much of a disadvantage you're at if someone is sitting right behind

you.

If you need proof, watch that video of the (former) Taco Bell executive psycho wailing

on the Uber driver in Orange County....yikes.

I've been driving for both services for about a year, and I've never really had an incident.

Sure, a drunk UCLA student tried to punch out my backseat window on a Friday night,

but we've all been there, right?

Everything changed recently, and I haven't driven since my encounter with the person

I'm going to tell you about, and I met her 2 weeks ago.

11:45 PM on a Wednesday night.

Out here, it doesn't matter what night it is, people are out and about, and you rarely

have to wait long for a ride.

I was parked on Santa Monica and Cahuenga when I got the request.

"Pick up Carol located 0.4 miles away."

Let's do this, Carol!

I arrive at the address given, but no one is outside.

Not unusual.

I begin messing with the radio and getting the AUX cord set in case Carol wants to play

some sweet jams, and that's when the rear right side door opens.

I look back, and I'm confused.

Carol is old.

Like, early 80s at least.

Odd to see someone in this demographic this late on a Wednesday evening, but I've had

others in the age range, so I write it off as not a big deal.

"How's it going tonight, Carol?"

I ask.

No response.

She struggles in, and shuts the door behind her.

I glance in my rear view mirror and study her face.

No emotion whatsoever, almost as though Will Smith had just flashed the Nueralyzer in her

face.

"Where are we headed tonight?"

No response.

Can she hear me?

Does she not speak English?

Then my phone beeps, "New Destination Entered: 1900 N Vermont Ave."

I throw the car into drive.

It's not a lengthy car ride, but I figure I'll try one more time.

It's usually pretty easy to gauge if someone wants to chat or not.

"Are you from Los Angeles?"

I ask in one last attempt.

I glance in the rear view mirror and she's staring right at me.

Her gaze is piercing me.

In a deep, shrill voice she answers "I wouldn't worry about that."

Okay, lady.

I get it, I'll just drive you to your destination.

We're a ways off from the destination she entered when she speaks up "Drop me off at

the next corner."

I look up in the rear view mirror, her eyes still upon me, and I ask "Are you sure?

We're still a mile---" "JUST STOP AT THE NEXT CORNER" she snaps at me.

I pipe down.

My full blooded Norwegian father didn't command that kind of attention when he would speak

up in a room.

I wanted her out of my car, so I was happy to oblige and stop.

I pull off on a quiet corner a few blocks off of Fountain Ave.

I slightly turn my head to look over my right shoulder to say something like "Have a good

night," but as I turn my head, I see that she's leaned up in between the seats, just

inches from my face.

I freeze.

I can't speak.

I can't look at her, only down at the median in between the drivers and passenger seats.

Her breathing is something I'll never forget.

It was deep breaths in such a strange cadence.

Almost like an irregular heart beat.

She put her pointer and middle fingers on my shoulder, and my eyes finally meet hers.

I'm terrified.

Her touch was ice cold.

I was wearing my Colts hoodie, and her fingers felt almost like ice directly in contact with

skin.

Her eyes weren't black, wide open, or any other cliché' of a maniac, but sad, almost

motherly.

My terror shifted.

Before I could say anything and before she stepped out of my car, she said three words

that forever changed my life.

"Take the stairs."

I stared back at her with a look that said, "excuse me?"

She didn't repeat herself, but leaned back and away, and exited my car.

I sat there watching her slowly waddle away into a beat up apartment building, and then

out of my sight.

What the HELL was that?

I wasn't going to give anymore rides that night.

I turn off the app, and drive back to my apartment in Koreatown.

Currently that's where I'm sitting, my head still in my hands trying to comprehend what

happened.

I stumbled in to the back door of my 8 floor apartment building that night.

I live on the 7th floor.

This place has been standing since the late 1940s.

By the time I come in it's around 12:30, and not even thinking, I hop up the back stairwell.

Usually I'm lazy as hell, and take the rickety old elevator.

I get to the fourth floor when I hear it.....

SCREEEEECHHHHHH BAM BAM BOOOOOMMM!!!!

An engineer had done repairs the day before, and I remember the note slid under our doors

from the beginning of the week.

April, a BEAUTIFUL girl on the 8th floor had hopped on the elevator to get her laundry

out of the dryer, right at the same time I had gotten home.

Two of the main cables snapped, and the elevator crashed violently down to the ground floor.

Fell 7 stories.

April's family came and got her stuff a week ago, and I'm still thinking about Carol's

warning.

"Take the stairs."

4.

Sharing this experience from literally last night because A) it's creepy as hell (at least

for me) and B)

I want people to learn from my experience.

This is a precautionary tale.

I understand that this was my fault, but maybe if I can help one person by telling my story,

it's worth it.

I don't drink as a general rule, but once a month or so I'll go out with friends and

binge.

My friends and I had a great night at a bar in the city, and they left.

I was chatting up a cute guy so I decided to stay.

I went back to his place.

Post-coitus (very unsatisfying for anyone interested), I'm ready to head home so I call

an Uber to pick me up.

I don't know where I am - I know the city I'm in but not my exact location.

I order the Uber, but it's taking forever ("requesting....requesting....requesting...")

so I cancel it and try again.

Pretty soon a car pulls up.

I drunkenly mumble something like, "s'this the Uber?" and I hop in.

Mistake.

Ubers apparently are supposed to have some kind of marking on the vehicle.

The guy pulls away and starts driving.

We're chatting, I'm fumbling for a cigarette, and the next thing I notice is that we're

headed on the highway, but in the opposite direction of where I thought we needed to

drive.

And we're going at a solid 90mph.

Then I get a call from my Uber driver.

He's there, and I'm not.

Because I'm in a car with a *ing nutcase.

I start texting my friend frantically counting off mile markers for her.

Then I realize that's going to do jack, because she's probably drunk too.

So I call 9-1-1, but I realize this guy is crazy - he's refusing to let me out of the

car - So I've got to do it on the sly.

It's been 40 minutes now.

I'm terrified.

I don't know where I am, I don't know who this is.

We're driving at over 100mph, weaving in and out of traffic.

This guy is trying to get me to hang up my phone call ("yo get off the phone; the * are

you calling?

Better not be a snitch"), and also smoking pot, so I don't want to do anything that might

provoke a violent reaction from him.

I start chatting to the 9-1-1 dispatcher as if it's my friend, praying that they'll catch

on.

"Hey girl, it's me!

Yeah I'm with someone right now, we're driving past [highway exit].

No sweetie, it's not my Uber.

I thought it was, but it's not.

It's a shame you can't come and meet me and bring friends."

Thank sweet baby Jesus, the operator catches on!

He gets me to stay on the phone while he sends cops, and we develop a code - if I see cops,

I'm supposed to casually put my hand out the window, which looks semi normal because I'm

smoking a cigarette.

We pull into some random little housing complex and he busts out some powder and forms two

lines.

I now have confirmation that he does drugs, which means he's probably emotionally volatile.

I relay this to the operator, in code ("oh girl I wish you were here right now, this

guy just busted out the coke!

You'd love it.

He's taking a really big bump, man after my own heart") etc.

Pretty soon I can see the lights from the cop cars so I start waving my hand out the

window - at this point I don't care if he's on to me or not.

I don't know if he has a weapon but I slump down in my seat just in case things get hot.

The cops surround us, get him out of the car, and then (once it's safe) they extricate me

as well.

They whisk me to the hospital for a drug test and evaluation and that's where my story ends.

On my way to the hospital, as I'm explaining all this to the officer, I find out that of

the guy's 40-ish years on this earth, he's been in federal prison for 30 of them, for

violent offenses.

I want people to learn from my mistakes, and if nothing else, call 9-1-1 and STAY ON THE

LINE.

TL;DR by being drunk and stupid, I got into a car with a violent felon who may have been

trying to kidnap me.

With some quick thinking on my part and a 9-1-1 dispatcher sent from the gods above,

I'm okay.

I don't have much by way of proof, but here's a screen cap of the texts I sent my friend,

as well as my hospital band.

On the second pic you vaguely see a bruise forming from where he attempted to physically

grab the phone from my hand at one point.

3.

It was raining.

Dark out.

Real late.

As I drove towards the bar I could already see his silhouette stumbling in the street.

The place had closed and he was waiting for his usual Uber.

As he approached the car he banged his hand onto the hood, as if to slow me down.

He was drunk.

Really drunk.

He carelessly opened the front door and left in, next to me.

The smell of his breath was nauseating.

"Hello Uberrrrr," he slurred.

"Uuuuuu ber.

Mr. UUUUUbuuuu."

Well, none of those were my name.

But he didn't really care.

His eyes fixated on the glow of my phone.

"20 minutes to Crescent Road," informed Miss Navigation.

"In 500ft turn left onto Rowe Avenue."

"You ever wonder what she looks like?"

I actually didn't, but he wanted small-talk, so I gave it to him.

"Nah, you?"

"I don't know…but…"

"In two miles slight right on Rownbun Hill."

"I've done her before!" he gleamed.

"Done her?"

"Well.

the phone!"

He caressed it.

But then he leaned forward.

You ever see that movie Alien?

Remember when the Alien leans into Sigourney Weaver?

Well, this was now him.

I felt his eyes lingering on me.

He was undressing me.

Just staring at me.

"I'm straight," he exclaimed.

"Great!"

I replied.

Why do I care?

"I'm straight.

But you're really attractive!"

Well, that caught me off-guard.I shot him a look that made him back off a little.

"Sorry.

You're just…attractive.

But I'm straight."

"No problem," I reassured him.

I could tell this ride was going to be a long twenty minutes.

"I'm a degenerate."

"Oh yeah?"

"A drug user.

I'm…a bad person.

I've done some really bad things."

"Im sure you're not that bad" I said, trying to up his self-esteem.

But then he stated mumbling to himself.

The only discernible word I understood was "knife."

"What's that about a knife?"

I enquired.

"I have a knife in my pocket.

I want to use it on someone."

"I want to use it on my Ex" he slobbered.

He pressed his head up against his window.

I rolled it down so he could get some air.

With sudden shock impact he started screaming.

This guy was just out of control.

"AAAAAGHHHHH!

AGGGGH!

SCREW YOU!

SCREEEEW YOU!!!

EAT U!!!

EAT ME!"

As I drove we passed through Redwood Canyon Tunnel and navigated the turns of the twisty

and deserted mountainous road.

No cars had past and no cars were following.

This was an incredibly isolated area where if something bad were to happen no one would

know.

Just then his phone rang.

I was surprised because I didn't think there was reception out there.

He put the phone to his ear and starting screaming at the person on the other end.

"What do you mean you're waiting for me?

MORON.

You're an absolute moron.

Yeah, go ahead, cancel the ride.

Moron."

He hung up violently and turned to me.

I wasn't sure if he was going to express his love to me or throw up but it turned out

neither.

"That was another Uber driver.

Said he was waiting for me at the bar and wondering where I was.

The Dumbass!"

I pulled the car over.

He recognized the darkness outside as not the darkness he was used to at his house.

"Where the Hell are we?"

"End of the ride" He might have had a knife but what he didn't

have was the element of surprise.

Or my experience.

I pushed him out and then got out my side.

I was wearing gloves, not because it was cold but because I needed to push him down the

mountain, without it ever getting back to me.

Or to his ex who hired me.

It was an easy accomplishment.

As I got back in the car and drive home I reflected on what went down.

There was one thing that stood out to me as being quite bizarre: his line, telling me

he was straight but I was attractive.

No one had told me that for a long, long time.

It was quite nice, actually.

Five stars.

2.

This happened about a year ago.

I was visiting friends in the city, about an hour train ride from where I lived.

It was getting late and the last train was going to leave in less than an hour.

My friends lived about 10 minutes away from the train station by car so I let them know

I'd need a ride soon.

My friend who offered to drive me earlier that day was too drunk so he ordered an uber

to come get me.

Normally I would just stay the night but I was pregnant in my first trimester and I just

needed the comfort of my boyfriends bed.

We had some time so as he's ordering the first one, he sees the picture of the driver and

cancels it because the man looked "creepy."

The second one didn't look much better but at least he seemed less creepy than the first

(the irony is ridic) He arrives shortly after.

I get in the car and he says my friends name who is a man and I tell him he just paid for

it but that he has the right person.

He asks my name and if my friend is my boyfriend.

I tell him my first name and that no, my friend isn't my boyfriend.

He compliments me and I thank him and try to put in a headphone but he continues to

talk to me about how I deserve a boyfriend (or something along those lines).

Now I must say I know the city very well.

I've lived there before and I spent a lot of time there.

I know exactly how to get to the train station and I always know the best route based on

the time.

It's pretty late on a weekday so there wasnt any traffic and pretty much any way he took

in the right direction would get me there.

He puts the directions in his gps that's propped up on his dash.

It tells him to make a left at the next street---Which is what you'd have to do to get there since

it's a dead end.

We start moving and he suddenly asks if "cops hang out here."

I feel uncomfortable but I figure he just wants to speed a little so I say "not really."

And he suddenly takes a right into a narrow alley before the left ahead.

His gps is telling him to turn around but he's still heading in the opposite direction

so I tell him this isn't the right way and he suddenly starts listening to his gps like

it was just a mistake.

So he says "I'll get you there if you don't mind me speeding" I'm thinking what the * ever

just get me to my train so I say "sure" and he immediately slams his foot onto the pedal

and reaches 50/60 mph before slamming on his brakes at the stop sign ahead (its the residential

part of the city so the speed limit wouldn't have been anything over 25 mph with stop signs

every block).

He continues to do this while following the directions for 2 blocks when he blantly ignores

the gps and starts to head in the opposite direction again.

At this point I'm fully aware he doesn't intend to take me to my train and I'm texting my

friends telling them the situation.

They tell me to come back (it had been almost 10 minutes and we had just gone in circles)

but I'm in desperate need of my comfort so I try again and say "I'm going to be late

for my train this isn't the right way."

He tells me I won't be late for my train even though he has no idea when it's coming.

We go through a light and there's a new camaro behind us (riding his ass because that's just

how people drive around here) and he starts asking why the cops are following him.

I didn't say anything but he keeps asking me and gets louder and louder every time I

don't answer in between him mumbling to himself.

Eventually the "cop car" turns, he calms down and I notice the time.

15 minutes passed at this point and I wasn't even a mile away from my friends house and

I'm definitely not going to make this train.

I tell him to take me back but he insists that I'll make my train.

I was fed up and got pissy with him about the time and told him he had to take me back.

He finally obliged but only after slowing down (almost coming to a complete stop in

an intersection) next to a bus stop where a girl was standing by herself.

He probably noticed my phone buzzing and lighting up so he finally, calmly took me back (down

the street) to my friends' house.

My friends were standing at the door when I got out of the car so I walked up to the

door when I looked back to see him stopped in his car down the street talking to a hooded

person standing on the sidewalk.

My guess is he probably thought I was a tourist (I had a giant backpack and a little bag with

me from night before) and he could take advantage of me so I reported it to uber and the local

uber drivers page in the city hoping this will never happen to anyone.

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1.

A couple of days ago myself and a couple of friends went to a large city for a concert.

We booked a hotel just a few minutes from where the concert was supposed to take place,

but 2 days before the trip, it was moved to another venue across town and there was no

time to change our hotel.

It was now about a 20 minute drive across town to get there in a city we were unfamiliar

with.

We decided it would be easier to use the Uber app for the first time and get a ride with

someone who most likely knew where they were going so we wouldn't have to worry about it.

I was a little hesitant about it.

The idea of riding with a random stranger who just downloaded an app and decided to

be an amateur taxi didn't sit well with me, but it was a lot cheaper than a taxi and none

of us had much cash on us, so it was really our only option.

Things started out well enough, we booked the ride, the guy showed up within minutes

and we all piled in.

He was nice enough and we made some small talk for a bit.

Then we get to a residential neighborhood and he tells us we're here.

There was nothing even remotely close to a concert venue in sight.

He tells us that we must have entered the address wrong and we looked it up ourselves

and showed him that we most definitely did not and we are on the completely wrong side

of town.

He gets pissed, reprograms his gps to the correct location and tears off.

No longer driving cautiously and no longer friendly and talkative.

About half an hour later we are finally nearing our correct destination (we were following

along on our own phones gps now) and he misses the exit on the freeway.

Instead of doing what a normal person would and continuing on, taking the next exit or

letting the gps recalculate, he STOPS...ON THE HIGHWAY and looks at his phone to try

and figure out what to do.

He then turns on his flashers and THROWS THE CAR INTO REVERSE ON THE INTERSTATE like he's

going to back up and take the exit.

Needless to say a car comes screeching to a stop behind us, barely missing us.

Unfortunately the car behind them did not.

I will never forget the sound of the people behind us screaming as the back end of their

car came up off the ground they were hit so hard.

Then the guy tells us he doesn't want any trouble and drives off.

At this point we were just telling him to take an exit and let us out.

When he does so, we realize we're on the correct street and about a mile away from the concert,

so we go ahead and have him take us the rest of the way.

We couldn't get out of the car fast enough.

We all stood there dumbfounded and eventually decide we need to talk to the cops.

Luckily there was one working at the concert, so we gave him what information we could,

but it wasn't much.

He basically told us since the guy wasn't physically involved in the accident even though

he caused it, that he wouldn't be in trouble for leaving the scene.

My friend who ordered the ride was looking at his app to see what options he had to report

the guy to Uber and noticed he had charged us double for all the extra driving that was

entirely his fault.

Pretty much ruined our evening and our Uber experience.

We were terrified to take another on the way back but didn't have much choice.

Luckily the ride home was great, the driver was friendly and professional and had us back

at the hotel in 15 minutes instead of the 45 minutes of hell we had endured on the original

trip.

Thanks for checking out this video.

Be sure to subscribe because I upload a new scary video every Thursday.

Or if you're still not convinced, here are some of my other videos that I think you'd

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Pikachu Storyline in 3 Minutes and MORE Pokémon Cartoons!!! | Video Games In 3 @Arcade Cloud - Duration: 11:46.

This is the story of Pikachu

from the animated Pokemon series "In 3 Minutes".

Let's thunder, smash, or something...

One morning, a ten year old kid named Ash

wakes up late.

The Pokemon lab, run by Professor Oak,

hands out starter Pokemon to trainer enthusiasts.

Desperate to be the world's greatest Pokemon trainer

Ask asks Professor Oak for any Pokemon

to start his journey with.

Oak gives Ash the only Pokemon he has left,

a disobedient Pikachu.

Pikachu refuses to go inside his Pokeball

and zaps Ash at every chance.

Gary, Ash's childhood rival, mocks Ash at every turn

and aims to become the best, first.

Sometime later, a group of Spearow target the wild Pikachu.

Ash defends his Pokemon from the Spearow

and in turn, Pikachu defends Ash from them.

This marks the start of Ash's and Pikachu's friendship.

They start their Pokemon journey in Pewter City.

Ash challenges the Rock-type Gym Leader, Brock,

for the boulder bash.

During the battle, Pikachu's electric attacks

are no match for Brock's Onix.

Ash forfeits and leaves to train.

Later, Ash re-challenges Brock.

Pikachu beats Brock's Geodude, no problem.

Brock sends out Onix, again.

Onix binds Pikachu.

Ash almost forfeits again

but Pikachu's thunder bolt sets off the gym sprinklers

causing super effective water damage on Onix.

Ash still forfeits the match

because he won with an unfair advantage.

But Brock still gives him the Boulder Badge, anyway

for his honesty and sportsmanship.

Along their journey,

Ash and Pikachu are constantly bothered by Team Rocket

who want to steal Ash's Pikachu

to make their own crime-committing Pokemon henchman.

Ash travels to Cerulean City

where he has a gym battle

with the Water-type Gym Leader, Misty.

During their battle, Team Rocket attack the gym.

Ash defeats them and receives his second badge for doing so.

Ash then travels to Vermillion City

where he duals Lieutenant Surge, the leader of Vermillion Gym.

Pikachu meets his match

when Surge's Raichu comes out to the field.

Raichu is too powerful for Pikachu and sends him to the Pokemon Centre.

Ash considers using a Thunderstone to evolve Pikachu into a Raichu

but they both decide that they don't need it to defeat Surge.

Ash returns to Vermillion Gym

and learns that Surge evolved his Pikachu too early.

Because of this, Ash's Pikachu gets the upper hand in agility

and beats Raichu.

Ash finally wins a battle by beating a Gym Leader

and get's the Thunder Badge.

Pikachu goes on to help Ash win his eight Gym Badges.

Ash goes on to enter the Indigo Plateau Conference,

the Pokemon General Championship Competition.

Ash meets Gary, who is also competing in the tournament.

Gary loses to a Nidoking and drops out of the competition.

Ash goes on and makes it to the top sixteen.

Using what they learnt from their time in the competition

Ash and Pikachu work even harder to become the best there ever was.

Ash and Pikachu's pursuit

takes them through Johto, Hoenn, Sinnoh, Unova,

Kalos, and Alola.

Along the way, Ash and Pikachu fight and capture new Pokemon,

make new friends, battle Gym Leaders

to cement their legacy in the Pokemon Stadium,

fend of the region's growing crime organisation problem,

stop Team Rocket's attempts at serial kidnapping,

and unlock the secrets of legendary Pokemon

that lay dormant throughout the land,

but not Arcanine, for some reason.

And that's the story of Pikachu in three minutes.

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Wounded Ryan faces new battle - Duration: 8:00.

Wounded Ryan faces new battle.

BY SCOTT WONG.

A wounded Paul Ryan is facing another potential crisis over the next month.

The Speaker, who saw his years-long effort to repeal �ObamaCare collapse last week

after a rebellion on the right, must come up with a plan to fund the federal government

and avert a shutdown.

The Wisconsin Republican will face many of the same tricky intraparty dynamics as he

tries to keep the government running.

Funding expires in about a month, on April 28, but the House is taking a two-week recess

in mid-April, leaving negotiators just a few legislative work weeks to reach a deal.

The stakes are extremely high for the GOP.

A government shutdown, similar to the one orchestrated by Sen. Ted Cruz (R-Texas) and

his House allies in 2013, would confirm what many Democrats and political pundits are already

saying: Republicans, despite controlling the White House and both chambers of Congress,

simply can�t govern.

Two of the biggest hurdles to keeping the government�s lights on are conservatives�

insistence that the spending package include billions for President Trump�s border wall

and that it block all federal dollars for Planned Parenthood.

Trump has requested $1.5 billion in supplemental funding for what he�s called his �big,

beautiful wall,� plus another $2.6 billion in his 2018 budget request.

But Senate Democrats have threatened to filibuster the must-pass spending bill if it includes

money for a wall, sparking a shutdown standoff over one of the president�s chief campaign

promises.

On top of that, some Republicans from border states � including Senate Majority Whip

John Cornyn (Texas), Armed Services Chairman John McCain (Ariz.) and Sen. Jeff Flake (Ariz.)

� are highly skeptical of Trump�s wall, citing concerns about the price tag and private-property

rights.

A trio of House Republicans who represent border districts � Reps. Martha McSally

(Ariz.), Steve Pearce (N.M.) and Will Hurd (Texas) � also have been wary of Trump�s

wall on the U.S.-Mexico border.

The Speaker earlier this year called constructing the wall �urgent� and a national security

necessity.

But recognizing the high 60-vote threshold in the Senate, Ryan will be under enormous

pressure to send over a House bill with zero or limited wall funding.

�The border wall should be talked about, shouldn�t be rammed down people�s throats,�

Senate Minority Leader Charles Schumer (D-N.Y.) said Sunday on ABC�s �This Week.�

�It�s got a big problem that Republicans in border states are opposing � Texas, Arizona

� because there�s eminent domain, so you have to take private land.

� My prediction: It wouldn�t get the votes on either the Democratic or Republican side.�

The archconservative House Freedom Caucus scuttled the �ObamaCare repeal legislation

on Friday after Trump and Ryan refused to cave to the group�s demands.

The defeat of the bill prompted an aggressive round of GOP finger-pointing.

Trump tweeted that the Freedom Caucus, along with conservative allies Club for Growth and

Heritage Action, �saved Planned Parenthood and Ocare� since defunding the women�s

health services provider had been included in the bill.

Rep. Ted Poe (R-Texas) resigned from the Freedom Caucus.

�Saying no is easy.

Leading is hard,� he said.

Meanwhile, Trump directed his Twitter followers to tune in to Jeanine Pirro�s show on Fox

News shortly before the conservative host launched a broadside against Ryan, calling

on him to resign as Speaker.

Trump�s top aides said the president still has Ryan�s back and had no idea Pirro was

going to rip the Speaker.

For now, calls for Ryan�s ouster don�t appear to be resonating with lawmakers on

Capitol Hill.

Freedom Caucus Chairman Mark Meadows (R-N.C.), who successfully forced then-Speaker John

Boehner (R-Ohio) into an early retirement in 2015, insisted there are �no conversations�

about removing Ryan � a sentiment echoed by some of Meadows�s conservative colleagues.

�Paul Ryan did the best he could under the circumstances to bring together a variety

of different viewpoints and backgrounds of 230-some-odd Republican congressmen,� Rep.

Mo Brooks (R-Ala.) said last week as the health insurance effort crumbled.

�I think that Paul Ryan did a very good job as Speaker of the House, considering the

difficulty of the issue and the variety of the opinions that are reflected in the Republican

conference,� Brooks added.

The Freedom Caucus, which has about three dozen members, has not taken a formal position

on Trump�s border wall.

But the group has shown a willingness to shut down the government over Planned Parenthood

funding, just as it threatened to do in a game of brinkmanship with Boehner in September

2015.

Rather than go along with the group�s demands, Boehner said he would resign the following

month.

Then he struck a two-year deal with then-President Obama that raised the debt limit and set higher

spending levels � an agreement that was meant to �clean the barn� and make things

easier for his successor, Ryan.

Now it�s Ryan�s turn to reach a funding deal.

With the spectacular failure of the �ObamaCare repeal bill, the Freedom Caucus will almost

certainly insist the funding bill include a provision to defund Planned Parenthood.

But Ryan and GOP leaders, while supportive of that provision, also are keenly aware such

a bill can�t pass the Senate.

Ryan spokeswoman AshLee Strong declined to comment on specific provisions that could

be included in the funding bill.

But White House press secretary Sean Spicer on Monday refused to say that Trump would

demand the defunding provision be included in the funding bill, an apparent acknowledgement

of the difficulty of passing it through the upper chamber.

�I don�t want to get ahead of our legislative strategy,� Spicer said.

One senior GOP appropriator said Monday that it�s time for the party to demonstrate it

can handle the basic responsibilities of governing.

�To me, we ought to focus on things we know we can do and we have to do.

We haven�t finished the �17 appropriations bill.

We�re halfway through the �18 fiscal year.

So, I mean, we need to get that done,� Rep. Tom Cole (R-Okla.) said during an appearance

on MSNBC�s �Morning Joe.�

�We need to think about things like getting a realistic budget done, doing a debt ceiling

vote, which I think will probably have to be bipartisan.�

Tim Phillips, president of Americans for Prosperity (AFP), said his outside conservative group

has not taken any positions on whether the border wall or Planned Parenthood defunding

should be included in the spending bill.

Instead, he said AFP is urging Congress to return to a regular-order budget process that

will help drive down spending.

�For a decade now, we�ve had a catch-all budget process, which is not healthy for the

country and not healthy for restraining spending,� Phillips said in a phone interview.

�We need to get away from careening from fiscal crisis to fiscal crisis.

I don�t think anyone wants a shutdown,� he added.

�We want to see Congress get back to a regular-order budget.

That offers the best opportunity

to regaining fiscal discipline.�

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Kawaii Box | Unboxing + Giveaway (sorteio!) - Duration: 4:47.

Hello guys, how are you? Today I'm going to do an unboxing of this box here

That's the Kawaii Box, which arrived a little smashed because of Brazil's post office ¬¬

For those that didn't notice this boxes are kinda of a thing abroad (not so much in Brazil)

Of these box services that you subscribe

And then recieve a box monthy, or every other month, anyway

And you never know what you'll recieve inside the box, it's content is a surprise

But they have a theme. In this case as it's name is Kawaii Box it comes with a lot of "cute" stuff

So it has some stationery and even sweets and candies

And this products are all from this place the box is from... In this case... The East (Orient)...

Anyway...

So there's a lot of theme boxes, like Literature Boxes, Art Boxes...

(Unfortunatelly in Brazil we don't have these Art Boxes..)

And if you know any of this Box service let me know in the comments

So I can go for it and bring more of this kind of content for you

And a nice news is my channel and Kawaii Box are going to offer a Giveaway of a Box just for you

To participate in the Giveaway you have to acess the link in the description, so don't forget to go there and subscribe

I think it's that! Hope you guys like this video!

So guys, I hope you enjoyed this video. Don't forget to give it a thumbs up and subscribe!

Bye!