Elizabeth Keener!!! A hilarious clip from the pilot of a television comedy about a lesbian relationship gone wrong. Really, really wrong. Starring Elizabeth Keener (Dawn Denbo) & Susan Duerden Created by Liz Lachman and Caroline Medlen. Directed by Liz Lachman (Director of Getting to Know You) www.verybaddog.com
my disciple of khaine in rvr. i frapsed some of my 1v1 fights as i was leveling up, and compiled them in this video. some battles get interfered late with other players, but if you look at my health, and use some common sense, clearly it's insignificant in regards to the outcome. http://img235.imageshack.us/my.php?image=ascendm028hs4.jpg Nerf me.
A music video for anyone tired of hearing about 2012, alien invasions, the illuminati, reptilian people, and other psychobabble the invokes pointless fear in the hearts of the masses. No matter what, no one can take your past away from you. All the love, happiness and fond memories you experience inside your heart and mind cannot be stolen from you. Every day you live, caring for your loved ones as they care for you, is a day that no one can take away. Maybe we'll all be ashes in a few years, it just doesn't matter. Live for what matters, let the rest of the world cry themselves to sleep. Discuss this video at http://forums.onision.com Anthrit, thank you for suggesting I make this video ;) Original Lyrics ---------------------------- I'm so conspiracy, man. I've warped my mentality Everyone is watching me, man. Let me screw with your reality. Do you know about the giant people? The aliens underneath our feet? Man. I like talking about things I can't change or prove. I really like people paying attention to me. I'm so conspiracy... man. I'm so full of trash. The world revolves around me man... Lets find the next politician I can bash. You're all so blind... man. And I know everything... man. I'm not oblivious and stupid like all of you. Because you don't have a tin foil hat like I do. Everyone listen to my words! We must travel north like a flock of birds! You don't want the Illuminati to put a microchip in your brain! Don't your remember Noah's Arc! I'm not insane man! ---x Is anyone listening to his ranting? --- Who cares, they're too insignificant to make a difference. ---x Do you think we all burn in hell for this? --- If we didn't invent it ourselves then that would make sense. There is a group we call the secret society... They plan to wipe most all of us off the planet, Go home and fill your homes with mindless fear man. We humans love to feed off unfounded terror. Don't turn on your Television man. They're trying to control you with subliminal communication. The reptilian species is in on it too man! If y
Based off of an amazing book entitled "Redeeming Love" by Fracine Rivers and dedicated to the wonderful young woman whose begging has finally paid off; I finally finished reading it. Doylie, this one's yours. Before you read the summary of the excerpt from which this video is based, please note that this is a video created through Christian Themes. Please don't comment on choice of Religion. Comments downing anyone's Religion will be deleted. [Story] (I don't want to give much away, and I won't be typing the actual text from the book here. Please go buy the book if you like this video, 'cause the book is ten million times better!) Chapter 28 pages 366-369 Angel asks Michael to take her to the Hill he first showed her the Sunrise on, and despite the bitter cold, Michael agrees. Once they get there, Angel runs to the crest of the hill, and spins amongst the starlight, "It's beautiful, isn't it? The vastness of it all. I'm utterly insignificant." "Not to me," Michael says. "Yes," She smiles sadly, "Even to you." Michael frowns, but before he can say anything else, Angel turns away and shouts to the heavens, "There shall be no other gods before me. None but you, my lord." He asks if she is mocking his beliefs, and she denies it. She could never hurt him so, not anymore. "Do you remember reading to me of the Shulammite bride dancing for her husband?" she whispers and he watches, breath-taken, as she dances for him. It strikes him then that this is her good-bye to him. "Why are you doing this?" he exclaimed as he caught hold of her. "For you," She said, and kissed him. Michael asks God why he asked him to take in this woman, to love this woman, only to loose her. "God, why are you doing this to me again? Do you give only to take away?" "Let her go, Beloved," God whispers. "God, no! Don't ask it of me!" Michael prayed. "Give her to me." "No!" Michael screamed within himself. Michael holds Angel tighter to him, but listens to God whisper within his heart all the same. "I love her, Lord. I can't give her up," Michael say
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ACORN vote fraud, William Ayers the domestic terrorist, and the Muslim Obama
The GOP is using hate and fear to win. I expose their tactics and its effects on the population. I blog my opinions at http://www.hunterthinks.com/blogger. I collect important news stories at http://www.hunterthinks.com. **SCRIPT** ACORN registers voters and Sen. McCain believes that ACORN is using fraud to steal the election. The Republican strategy is to incite hate and fear. Why are they talking about hate and fear instead of our modern problems like: foreclosures, failing banks, rising unemployment, Iraq, Afghanistan, gas prices, Russia invading Georgia, the failed war on drugs, education, terrorism, food stamps, national debt, healthcare, infrastructure, taxes, global warming, pollution, civil wars and genocide in Africa, pirates in Africa, our loss of influence in South America , or people starving while we throw food away. The Republicans use three main topics to spread hate and fear. The first is William Ayers, a domestic terrorist from thirty years ago. When William Ayers was a terrorist, Sen. Obama was in high school in Hawaii. William Ayers is now Professor Ayers and is connected to Sen. Obama. First, both Sen. Obama and Prof. Ayers were selected to work on the Chicago Annenberg Challenge-- an educational charity funded by Ronald Reagan's friend: Walter Annenberg. Second, they were both selected to work on a second charity to fight poverty--Woods Fund of Chicago. Third, an Illinois politician introduced Sen. Obama to her campaign supporters at Ayers Chicago home. Fourth, they live in the same neighborhood in South Chicago. Fifth, there is no fifth. Those are the only "connections." According to republicans, because Sen. Obama wanted to improve education, fight poverty, be a politician, and live in Chicago, he must be palling around with a terrorist. General Colin Powell, a republican, said this is insignificant. But, other republicans want to make you fear and hate Obama. The Republicans want you to fear that Sen. Obama is a terrorist. And they want you to hate ACORN for trying to steal the election.
Ok, so I've been getting really excited about living in the city. But because I'm a lazy bum and never really venture out into the cold, I'm feeling the need to get off of my ass. Last night was a night to investigate the infamous 'L' (elevated regional rail) in Philly and WOW. So much easier than I thought it would be. So now I feel like some big Urban kid, but please try not to let on that I've got "suburbanite" tattooed on my forehead. It is my hope that eventually that will fade. Anyway, this has been in my head for a while now. Finally took a minute and a nice new Vodka drink (I'm obsessed with Rain Organics' Red Hibiscus Grape Vodka mixed equal parts with XXX Vitamin water and Jones' cream soda...for those of you adventurers out for a new really chill sweet but floral mixed drink)--and I decided, "tonight. Tonight I will just wrap that one up." I heard Leonard Cohen articulate in some interview that songwriting can be a month- or even year-long process. This song has been itching at me for a few months. And it's funny, because it's really not that long or interesting. But it has some meanings to me, I just needed last night I think to finish it. I'm so glad to have this outlet, it really is like having an opportunity to say "dear diary" without actually getting that gay about it. finding you're still at our bar on the weekend writing my name on the inside of a matchbook i scribble my new number flammable portable social identity crisis looking for sea glass in Rittenhouse Square how many couples go sailing their bodies there and docking their secrets weathered and milky with asses right out of a GAP ad I bought my first chromosome there. i watched a movie and you read the book somehow we both caught the same thing, an insignificant detail that made the whole story and when we tried to explain it we both sort of nodded. seemingly we intercepted each other caught in the passing of relationships built on equity where everyone owes someone else but you owe me nothing in return it's mine to discern i heard in a
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