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My Blog: Try Not To Cry
By: yo_redneck89

Mommy.. Johnny brought a gun to school,

  He told his friends that it was cool,

  And when he pulled the trigger back,

  It shot with a great crack.

  Mommy, I was a good girl, I did What I was told,


  I went to school, I got straight A's, I even got the gold!


  But Mommy, when I went to school that day,

  I never said good-bye,


  I'm sorry Mommy, I had to go, But Mommy, please don't cry.


  When Johnny shot the gun, He hit me and another,


  And all because Johnny, Got the gun from his older brother.



  Mommy, please tell Daddy; That I love him very much,



  And please tell Zack; my boyfriend; That it wasn't just a
crush.


  And tell my little sister; That she is the only one now,



  And tell my dear sweet grandmother; I'll be waiting for her
now,


  And tell my wonderful friends; That they always were the best;



  Mommy, I'm not the first, I'm no better than the rest.



  Mommy, tell my teachers; I won't show up for class,



  And never to forget this, And please don't let this pass.



  Mommy, why'd it have to be me? No one deserves this,



  Mommy, warn the others, Mommy I left without a kiss.



  And Mommy tell the doctors; I know they really did try,


  I think I even saw a doctor, Trying not to cry.


  Mommy, I'm slowly dying, With a bullet in my chest,



  But Mommy please remember, I'm in heaven with the rest.


  Mommy I ran as fast as I could,


  When I heard that crack, Mommy, listen to me if you would,



  I wanted to go to college, I wanted to try things that were
new,


  I guess I'm not going with Daddy, On that trip to the new zoo.


  I wanted to get married, I wanted to have a kid,


  I wanted to be an actress, Mommy, I wanted to live.



  But Mommy I must go now, The time is getting late,



  Mommy, tell my Zack, I'm sorry but I had to cancel the date.



  I love you Mommy, I always have, I know; you know it's true,



  And Mommy all I wanted to say is, "Mommy, I love you."



  ****In Memory of The Virginia Tech. Students Who Were Lost****

Published On: 6/4/2007

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Technology: Pclix LT100 Time-Lapse Photography By: lenny
Time Elaspe Photography. "With the Pclix LT100 you can trigger the shutter of a digital camera every second or every hundred hours plus anywhere in between all in one second increments." Source: http://gizmodo.com/ http://pclix.com/ Published On: 1/18/2007 Add/View Comments (0)

My Blog: "Please Don't Cry"
By: christka

IF YOU DELETE THIS WITHOUT READING IT YOU HAVE NO HEART...

BUT IF YOU FIND

YOU CANNOT STOP UNTIL YOU REACH THE END THEN YOU MUST HAVE A

VERY BIG

HEART...

Mommy.. Johnny brought a gun to school,

He told his friends that it was cool,

And when he pulled the trigger back,

It shot with a great crack.

Mommy, I was a good girl, I did What I was told,

I went to school, I got straight A's, I even got the gold!

But Mommy, when I went school that day,

I never said good-bye,

I'm sorry Mommy, I had to go, But Mommy, please don't cry.

When Johnny shot the gun, He hit me and another,

And all because Johnny, Got the gun from his older brother.

Mommy, please tell Daddy; That I love him very much,

And please tell Steven; my boyfriend; That it wasn't just a crush.

And tell my little sister; That she is the only one now,

And tell my dear sweet grandmother; I'll be waiting for her now,

And tell my wonderful friends; That they always were the best;

Mommy, I'm not the first, I'm no better than the rest.

Mommy, tell my teachers; I won't show up for class,

And never to forget this, And please don't let this pass.

Mommy, why'd it have to be me? No one deserves this,

Mommy I left without a kiss. Mommy, warn the others,

And Mommy tell the doctors; I know they really did try,

I think I even saw a doctor, Trying not to cry.

Mommy, I'm slowly dying, With a bullet in my chest,

But Mommy please remember, I'm in heaven with the rest.

Mommy I ran as fast as I could,

When I heard that crack, Mommy, listen to me if you would,

I wanted to go to college, I wanted to try things that were new,

I guess I'm not ! ! going with Daddy, On that trip to the new zoo.

I wanted to get married, I wanted to have a kid,

I wanted to be an actress, Mommy, I wanted to live.

But Mommy I must go now, The time is getting late,

Mommy, tell my Steven, I'm sorry but I had to cancel the date.

I love you Mommy, I always have, I know; you know it's true,

And Mommy all I wanted to say is, "Mommy, I love you."

****In Memory of The Columbine Students Who Were Lost****

Please if you would,

Pass this around,

I'd be happy if you could,

Don't smash this on the ground.

If you pass this on,

Maybe people will cry,

Just keep this in your heart,

For the people who didn't get to say "Good-bye".

Now you have 2 choices,

1) Pass this on, and show people you care, repost as "please dont cry''

2) dont take 1 minute to pass this on.

PLEASE REPOST.

Published On: 8/1/2006

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My Blog: lyrics
By: White_Ganksta

[Hook:]

Mo murda mo murda
Come come again
[Repeat 8x]

[Verse 1: Krayzie Bone]

Dear Mr.Ouija,
Let 'em know who the boss is
So nigga you wanna get tossed in the river?
Nigga, put 'em in the mud see them pump blood, nigga nolove,
Me show 'em the Bone when I grab that chrome,
Gotta haunt that dome,
Folla me roll stroll down East 1999
Gotta find these row hoes,
Nigga if you woke up and all of a sudden
Nigga you was off inna my hood?
I'm a, real thuggish nigga,
So a, I would have to kill ya so die,
Popped off to the coffin,
Pick up my pump dump chumps in the gutter pain,
Nigga got ta f*cked up bang
Taking no shorts so f*ck ya man,
Claim my thang to slang them bloody bodies,
Kill 'em all, send them hoes up in flames
Krayzie insane to the brain,
Hey we slay niggas who think we play,
Nigga, me deadly wid the gun,
Machete be dipped in rum,
Runnin' wid the gun steady buckin'
Leavin' them bodies dumped off in the alley for dead,
I'm near, kill 'em all, mo' murda mo' murda
That's what Ouija said,
Gotta put one in ya head, Bang,
We coming to serve ya,
Mo murda, mo murda, mo murda
Mo murda, mo murda, mo murda

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Layzie Bone]

Will I die of murda bloody mo murda,
Living in the Land of the Heartless comin' up daily?
Until a me murda them all, I'm never gon' fall
So I'ma murda them baby
Get 'em up wid me thugs,
See 'em on the corner and they slangin' them drugs
Givin' up shots out to the glock glock
Eighty eight to the ten five,
Them killas be pumpin' them slugs,
Niggas be fiendin' me daily,
Me silence me twelve guage eruption,
And I'm on a road to destruction
And steady be bustin' and bodies be bustin' me,
Killa, with a buckshot, I'ma peel ya
Number one assassin's still the realer nigga
Down for my crime, niggas be down tryin' to stay to thagrind,
Niggas is going insane taking a shot to the brain, and man,
So call it a shame but what be the thang up offa this murdagame?
And I'm feelin' not a bit remorseful,
My twelve guage just so forceful,
So playa hate when I'm in ya town
The nigga me bucking 'em down
And I'm giving up peace to the hustlas,
Thugstas and twelve guage pumpstas,
Drug 'em in gutters mo murda me style, now,
Put 'em on the ground, lay down,
Nigga check my thang the way that we swang
When I'm coming to serve ya,
Wid the nine cocked and it's ready to pop
Lettin' off shots Layzie be screamin'
Mo murda mo murda

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Wish Bone]

Gotta kill, get 'em nowhere to run
Can't get away from my shotgun
Leavin' them bodies f*cked up,
Pump pump to the ground better leave it alone,
Nigga wanna die when f*ckin' wid,
Mo Thug nigga we killed this bitch,
Now you wanna catch some bang bang
Nigga wanna die when I let my nuts hang,
What is it in me makes me feel like I gots ta murda ya?
You slip when I'm high, pullin' my trigger and nigga you die,soldier
Four killas we creepin' and comin' to hurt ya, mo murda
Better pack that five five,
I'm feelin' like killin' you dying tonite,
You don't wanna hear that glock pop,
When the glock pop pop don't stop,
We all about murda mo,
Finger on the trigger Mo Thug let go,
We straight from Cleveland,
Clack back nigga ya bleeding,
You don't wanna f*ck wid Bone,
Pullin' that chrome now nigga ya gone
If you wanna die bye,
See you in the gutter let mama cry,
Watch Mo Thug Killas pump pump,
Put 'em in the ground with his head blown gone
Mo murda, mo murda, mo murda

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Bizzy Bone]

Eternally thugstas die,
Will I die of murda now?
East ninety nine follow me grind
And all descending that body underground, way down
Me ride and everyone dies,
And I, rolling wid my killas,
And all ah my, thuggish ruggish niggas no lie,
Druggin' up bloody mo victims get 'em get 'em
That'll be little Ripsta, sinister
Kill y'all, put 'em in the river,
Bodies shiver, f*ck that nigga
Hit 'em up inside, minds be blowin' I'm dumpin'
Remember me spray 'em slay 'em guage 'em layin 'em
All up off inna the coffin,
Ready to fade 'em,
To buck or to shoot wid the twelve guage eruptions,
Creep out your seat would ya we come to stay
Found out none of my niggas was bluffing,
For the love of the murda man the murda game
The same but a bang bang bang,
Can't resist to bump you now pow run 'em all off
St Clair stays, down for the murda mo
Oh no, ho when a thugsta, stroll
Forty fours still pointed at the po-pos
Stop 'em drop 'em numb those 'til out cold they froze,
You know, nigga we can't be bluffing
We bannnggg insane,
When I put one to your temple,
Mo murda then blow out ya brain

Mo murda mo murda
Come come again,
Come bloody murda

Published On: 7/23/2006

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My Blog: THIS IS ME
By: LoStLoSeR22

THIS IS ME AT THE END
I WONT SUFFER ANY MORE
FOR YOU
YOU PUSHED ME TOO DAMN FAR

TO THINK I WAS HERE FOR YOU
THROUGH THE THICK AND THE THIN
TO THINK I HAD FAITH IN YOU
BUT YOU CAME OUT ROTTEN IN THE END

ALL THE TIMES
I SAID I LOVED YOU
I TAKE THEM BACK
AND PIERCE THOSE WORDS THROUGH YOU

AND EVERYTIME
YOU SAID YOUD HAVE ME IN YOUR ARMS
LOOK AT ME NOW
YOUR WORDS WERE WRONG

IF I HAD A PISTOL
TO YOUR HEAD
DO YOU THIK ID PULL THE TRIGGER
WOULD YOU WIND UP DEAD

ASK ME IF I GIVE A shi*t

Published On: 7/16/2006

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My Blog: some thing I wrote in my alternate class( we had to express our feelings) I got a B+ on it
By: ScatteredXhearts

This is the boy with too many chances

Some body has run off with his heart

He sang for it to come back... but he had no luck

He found the lock to the closet door and found what was his only thing of pertection

he screams this at the top of his breath

He trys not to pull the trigger, he trys so hard

"The hearts colide" he wrote on his wall

He crashed to peices as he said his last words

"I Love You"

So this was the boy with too many chances...

Published On: 6/26/2006

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My Blog: -A Fatal Sin-
By: Philly_Boarder

-A fatal sin-

I'll try this again
another fatal sin
no matter how I try
It passes me right by
I look for all good in life
just to find this gun and knife
Im done, It's over, I quit
I'm a worthless piece of shi*t
the gun is cold against my head
I'm shaking, I wish I was dead
you hear the trigger start to click
and it makes your stomach sick
you yell for me to stop
BOOM! and then I drop
I fall straight to the ground
never to make another sound
no more feelings, no goodbyes
just one last look into your eyes
if I was dead, would you be there
If I died would you even care
my final wish is for you to see
see me lying helplessly
I had to forget what we had
my life was changing, and it was bad
so with my last breath I would say
I'm sorry it had to end this way
to end the pain, I'll slit my throat
my final words are on this note
I'm sorry for what I put you through
I only wish that you had knew
lifes a game, I cannot win
Its like I said, a fatal sin

Written by-Sean Schneegas-

Just so everyone knows, I didn't write this about anyone.I wrote it just because.
But plz leave a comment. Thx.
Peace out you crazy motherf*ckers!!!!

Published On: 6/25/2006

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My Journal: looking ahead to 2006-07 season
By: yvettegillam

so any way here i am sweating my arse off in an office at friggen 2:45am thinking ahead to next season and mapping out what it is i'm going to do and where. Then when reading an old release of liability waver i thought Hmmm do kids now days know what big mountain riding is?

So pretty much every kid on this site is a jibber, I on the other hand am NOT a jibber I'm a big mountain rider. This is what is pretty much standard for big mountain event warnings i guess you could call it, I've put into capitals and underlined the main things i think might spin some of you out, as follows:

I hereby voluntarily request to participate in the (what ever resort name) Free Ride competition conducted at (what ever resort name). I understand that this type of competitive skiing/boarding is dangerous. the competition takes place on steep mountain terrain, and includes risks of injury from, but not limited to: changing weather conditions; AVALANCHES; cliffs and rock bands; narrow chutes; bare spots; variations in snow, ICE, and terrain, bumps; MOGULS; stumps; forest growth; rocks; debris; equipment on slopes; collision with other skiers/riders, persons and natural and man-made objects, and exceeding one's own abilities.

blah blah blah blah then:

I am aware and understand an operating 457khz avalanche transceiver and helmet meeting.............you get my drift. I'm sure if they had to add any more risks it would also include: moose, deer, squirrels, rattlesnakes, snipers, drunk college kids, ufo's and beer goggles.

anyway next season my goal is:

a) get a job ski patrolling and throw some bombs and trigger weak layers

at failing:

b) hit up as many events on my board as I can

c) when i can't compete on my board due to no big mountain events I'm busting out the skis and competing in freeski events. I could really do with a sick bird award...........

oh and before i forget, yes us big mountain riders are crazy we ride EVERYTHING including rocks, ice, squirrels, ufo's etc etc

Published On: 6/25/2006

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My Blog: Johnny broght a gun to school
By: christka

Johnny brought a gun to school,
He told his friends that it was cool,
And when he pulled the trigger back,
It shot with a great bid crack.
Mommy, I was a good girl, I did what I was told,
I went to school, I got straight A's, I even got the gold!
But Mommy, when I went school that day,
I never said good-bye,
I'm sorry Mommy, I had to go, But Mommy, please don't cry. When Johnny shot the gun, He hit me and another,
And all because Johnny, Got the gun from his older brother.
Mommy, please tell Daddy; That I love him very much,
And please tell Chris; my boyfriend; That it wasn't just a crush.
And tell my little sister; That she is the only one now,
And tell my dear sweet grandmother; I'll be waiting for her now,
And tell my wonderful friends; That they always were the best; Mommy, I'm not the first, I'm no better than the rest.
Mommy, tell my teachers; I won't show up for class,
And never to forget this, And please don't let this pass.
Mommy, why'd it have to be me? No one deserves this,
Mommy, warn the others, Mommy I left without a kiss.
And Mommy tell the doctors; I know they really did try,
I think I even saw a doctor, Trying not to cry.
Mommy, I'm slowly dying, With a bullet in my chest,
But Mommy please remember, I'm in heaven with the rest. Mommy I ran as fast as I could,
When I heard that crack, Mommy, listen to me if you would,
I wanted to go to college; I wanted to try things that were new,
I guess I'm not going with Daddy, On that trip to the new zoo.
I wanted to get married, I wanted to have a kid,
I wanted to be an actress, Mommy, I wanted to live.
But Mommy I must go now, The time is getting late,
Mommy, tell Chris, I'm sorry but I had to cancel the date.
I love you Mommy, I always have, I know; you know it's true,
And all I wanted to say is, "Mommy, I love you."
****In Memory of The Columbine Students Who Were Lost****

Please if you would,
Pass this around,
I'd be happy if you could,
Don't smash this on the ground.
If you pass this on,
Maybe people will cry,
Just keep this in your heart,
For the people who didn't get to say "Good-bye."

Published On: 4/11/2006

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dirtysouth: i wonder if heaven got a ghetto
By: blackwerewolf

I was raised, the little young nigga doin bad shi*t
Talk much shi*t cause I never had shi*t
I could remember being whupped in class
And if I didn't pass mama whupped my ass
Was it my fault papa didn't plan it out
Broke out left me to be the man of the house
I couldn't take it, had to make a profit
Down the block, got a glock, and I clock grip
Makin G's was my mission
Movin enough of this shi*t to get my mama out the kitchen and
why must I sock a fella, just to live large like Rockefeller
First you didn't give a f*ck, but you're learnin now
If you don't respect the town then we'll burn you down
God damn it's a motherf*ckin riot
Black people only hate police so don't try it
If you're not from the town then don't pass through
Cause some O.G. fools might blast you
It ain't right but it's long overdue
We can't have peace til the niggaz get a piece too
I want G's so you label me a criminal
And if I die, I wonder if heaven got a ghetto

[Chorus]

[Verse Two: 2Pac]

Here on Earth, tell me what's a blick life worth
A bottle of juice is no excuse, the truth hurts
And even when you take the shi*t
Move counties get a lawyer you can shake the shi*t
Ask Rodney, LaTasha, and many more
It's been goin on for years, there's plenty more
When they ask me, when will the violence cease?
When your troops stop shootin niggaz down in the street
Niggaz had enough time to make a difference
Bear witness, own our own business
Word to God cause it's hard tryin to make ends meet
First we couldn't afford shi*t now everything's free
so we loot, please don't shoot when you see
I'm takin from the, cause for years they would take it from me
Now the tables have turned around
You didn't listen, until the niggaz burned it down
And now Bush can't stop the hit
Predicted the shi*t, in 2Pacalypse
And for once I was down with niggaz, felt good
in the hood bein around the niggaz, yeah
And for the first time everybody let go
And the streets is death row, I wonder if heaven got a ghetto

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: 2Pac]

I see no changes, all I see is racist faces
Misplaced hate makes disgrace to races
We under I wonder what it take to make this
one better place, let's erase the wait state
Take the evil out the people they'll be acting right
Cause both black and white are smokin crack tonight
And only time we deal is when we kill each other
It takes skill to be real, time to heal each other
And though it seems heaven-sent
We ain't ready, to have a black President, huh
It ain't a secret don't conceal the fact
The penitentiary's packed, and it's filled with blacks
I wake up in the morning and I ask myself
Is life worth living should I blast myself
I'm tired of being poor and even worse I'm black
My stomach hurts so I'm lookin for a purse to snatch
Cops give a damn about a ne-gro
Pull a trigger kill a ****** he's a hero
Mo' nigga mo' nigga mo' niggaz
I'd rather be dead than a po' nigga
Let the Lord judge the criminals
If I die, I wonder if heaven got a ghetto

[Chorus (to :27 from fade)]

Just think, if niggaz decide to retaliate
(Soldier in the house)
I wonder if heaven got a ghetto [4X to fade]

Published On: 4/3/2006

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dirtysouth: draped up
By: blackwerewolf

Artist:	Bun-b
Song:	Draped Up
Album:	Trill

(f/ lil' keke)

(intro - lil' keke)
big terrible texas, where legends are born
lil keke the don, original screwed up click
this dedicated to dj screw, fat pat, big mellow, big steve
bun...

(chorus - lil' keke)
draped up and dripped out, know what i'm talking bout
draped up and dripped out, know what i'm talking bout
draped up and dripped out, know what i'm talking bout
draped up and dripped out, know what i'm talking bout

(bun b)
well it's big bun b now, baby, mr. woodgrain
with diamonds up against them balling through your hood mayn
and i'm smoking on some good mayn, the color purple
not the movie, but the kind that have you going in a circle
chrome, looking more classy than the transco tower
car drippin' candy paint like it just came out the shower
like 'face i got the money, the power and the finesse
to roll around one deep with hundred-thousand round my neck
i'm looking real shiny; you can see me from a mile away
thought you was doing it, until i came and took your smile away
pull up on your side in the turning lane
pop my trunk, break you off, chunk a deuce, and i'm cadillac turning mayn
little swang to the left, big swang to the right
my plates scraping and i'm sliding the pipe, it's super tight
so don't try to knock us baby, don't try to hate
that's how we do it in that lone star state; get it straight (we be...)

(chorus - repeat 2x)

(bun b)
now if you never been to texas, there's a picture to paint
cause we doing it real big, in case you thinking we ain't
it's lots of money on these streets, being spent and being made
all it take is one look to see these boys getting paid
they living laid in big houses, with pools in the backyard
certified gangsters so you never see us act fraud
with iced out watches, bracelets, chains
pieces, teeth, mayn we throwed in the game
we got screens in that headrest, visors in the ceiling
on chrome 83's and fours and vogue peeling
with bumpers and belts across the back of my trunk
push a button, and my car is waiving bye to you punk
we from the land of sippin' on syrup and (banging the screw)
we slab swangin' comin down and through, i thought you knew
back in the days, all they ever did was doubt us
now the south is in the house, and they can't do nothing about us (we be...)

(chorus - repeat 2x)

(bun b)
one time for my trill niggaz reppin the block
the real soldiers on the frontline is keeping it cocked
they hold it down for they hood, throw it up, let 'em see it
so they can know how you g it, if they hating, so be it
we ain't playing where i'm staying cause it's way too real
no matter the situation, we gotta keep it trill
got the steel on my side when i ride cause i'm ready
i got 20/10 vision and my trigger finger steady
i'm an underground king homeboy, and not a simp
and i gots to represent 'til they decide to free the pimp
i'm down for my click, just like i'm down for my block
and i'm a stand up for my partner 'til they let him off of lock
so go on, body rock, southside or lean back
two-step with your boy if you about your greenbacks
this here is a texas toast so raise your glass
because the whole dirty south fittin' to show they naked ass (we be...)

(chorus - repeat 2x)

Published On: 3/9/2006

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My Blog: A Day In The Life: Powder, Concerts, Parties, and Setting Off An Avalanche
By: lucasfowler

Well, the last month has been pretty fun and eventful. The snow of January lasted well into February, and it's started to storm again.

In late January I went to the Coldplay concert with Steph... wicked times! Also got to check out a couple Canucks games for free, they won both of them!

Besides that I've been skiing hard, partying, and working. Whistler has been bumpin' lately, for sure! Went to see Aerosmith in Tacoma a couple weeks ago, amazing show!! Can't wait for the Vancouver show... these boys are playing better than ever.

Ok, now for the avalanche story...

The biggest news story is that I almost died yesterday. That's right, you heard it right! I was VERY close to cascading over a 150ft+ cliff from an avalanche I set off yesterday. I don't think the reality of this has hit me yet.

It was around 1 or 2 pm, and I was skiing down the Glacier Cirque. I looked up at the "Corner Pocket" cliff zone , skier's left of the cirque entrance, and it was all deep windrift and still unskied (where the hell are all the shredders???).

I don't have to look at a slope with neck-deep windrifts twice before I ski it. So, the next run, I was committed to it. The delayed opening of the Peak and the 50-80kph wind gusts should have told me there was some serious wind loading going on. Anyways, as I was ducking the rope and coming down the ledge above this cliff, all of the sudden I feel my feet slipping as the entire slope gave way. It's one of the most horrible sights in the world, to see all the snow around you crumble and to have what seems like a million pounds of snow working with gravity to drag you down a slope. If I went over the cliff, it would have been certain death. I was ready to try to protect my head (no helmet) and was ready for a big and likely life ending fall.

It was a good 40-60cm crown depth, and the fracture was at least 20 feet wide. The slope was avalanching from about 10 ft above me as well. I started to get dragged down the ledge and close to the cliff, but managed to use all my stength to hold myself on the ledge with my fist/pole and skis. I slid down a good 10-20 feet towards this cliff, and ended up within 10 ft from the edge of this massive, and surely fatal cliff. The slide ripped over the cliff, and I could see it trigger a bigger slide area below me and avalanche out into the bowl below. I screamed down below, hoping no one was there. I got the hell out of there, and needless to say did not continue down Corner Pocket.

I skied the regular entrance of the Cirque and out into the bowl below. The best part of this whole story was the waist-chest deep fluffy sluff that this avalanche created. It was soooo fun to ski (and even better to be alive).

Be avalanche aware. These things can happen anywhere , at anytime. Even in the tree zones yesterday the slabs were running so easily with the slightest ski cut. Be safe everyone!

----

Current Avalanche Advisory

Reactive slabs of up to 80cm were running with the weight of a skier within the ski area over the past two days. A natural avalanche cycle occured early in the storm and has reloaded since. Yesterday within the ski area we saw slopes run that haven't slid in ten years.

Published On: 2/27/2006

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My Blog: insane clown posse's chicken huntin
By: joesbabygirl

Violent J]
Well, I'm heading down a southern trail; I'm going chicken huntin'
Chopping redneck chicken necks I ain't saying nothing
To the hillbilly stuck my barrel in his eye
Boomshacka boomshacka hair jumps in the sky
Why I never liked chicken pot pie?
Or the chopped chicken on rye?
So tell Mr. Billy Bob I'm a cut his neck up
Slice, poke, chop chop, stab, cut
What can you do with the drunken hillbilly
Cut his f*cking eyes out and feed em to his Aunt Milly
Willy Willy chicken neck, chicken hunting gotta love it
Hit him with the twelve gauge bucket, chicken nuggets
Laid out all over the grass
Then his little hound dog will eat em up fast
Last as long as you can my man
Cuz when that chicken head hits the fan, you got
Blood guts fingers and toes [3x]
Sittin front row at the chicken show so...

[Chorus (1x)]
Who's going chicken huntin
We's goin' chicken huntin' [3x]
Cut a motherf*cking chicken up, right!

[Shaggy 2 Dope]
Let me get a chicken sandwich with manwich
I'm finna wreck on a chicken neck
Chopping up Hilly and Billy Bob Billy
Cuz I chop motherf*cking redneck silly
Peeked in his yard and what did I see
I seen a chicken boy f*cking a sheep
I say "Mister Mister, what the f*ck you trying to do"
??"Ah, Billy Billy Billy Boo"??
Barrels in your mouth, bullets to your head
The back of your neck's all over the shed
Boomshacka boom chop chop bang
I'm 2 Dope and it ain't no thang
To cut a chicken, trigger's clickin
Blow off his head but his feet still kickin
Last as long as you can my man
Cuz when that chicken head hits the fan you got
Blood guts fingers and toes [3x]
Sittin front row at the chicken show so...

[Chorus (1x)]

[Violent J]
Went to Kentucky, I got lucky
Met this hot-collared bitch named Bucky
Riding on a chicken, milking a cow
Hittin switches in a drop top low ride tractor plow

[Shaggy 2 Dope]

Published On: 2/14/2006

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My Blog: NOTHING INSPIATIONAL
By: tommi_lee

I put "fun" bak in dysFUNctional

some guy walks up to me and says wats punk? i kik over a garbage can and say that punk. so he kicks a garbage kan ovr and says thats punk. i said no,. thats ghetto.

in this blog thing im not gonna say nething inspirational, i jus'gonna f*ckin swear alot.

they say lifes a bitch, but when ur dead, why do they put u in oBITCHuaries.

in 10 years im gonna point a gun and vince, vince willpoint one at matt, matt will point one at me, and on 3 i duck and we all pull the trigger

Published On: 12/19/2005

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My Journal: 3/6/2005
By: latino_grande

Artist: 2Pac
Album:  Greatest Hits
Song:   Changes
Homepage: http://hem.passagen.se/deathrow/

Come on come on I see no changes wake up in the morning and I ask myself 
is life worth living should I blast myself? 
I'm tired of bein' poor and even worse I'm black 
my stomach hurts so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch 
Cops give a damn about a negro pull the trigger kill a nigga he's a hero 
Give crack to the kids who the hell cares one less ugly mouth on the welfare 
First ship 'em dope & let 'em deal the brothers 
give 'em guns step back watch 'em kill each other 
It's time to fight back that's what Huey said 
2 shots in the dark now Huey's dead 
I got love for my brother but we can never go nowhere 
unless we share with each other We gotta start makin' changes 
learn to see me as a brother instead of 2 distant strangers 
and that's how it's supposed to be 
How can the Devil take a brother if he's close to me? 
I'd love to go back to when we played as kids 
but things changed, and that's the way it is 

[Bridge w/ changing ad libs]

Come on come on That's just the way it is Things'll never be the same 
That's just the way it is aww yeah 
[Repeat]

I see no changes all I see is racist faces 
misplaced hate makes disgrace to races 
We under I wonder what it takes to make this 
one better place, let's erase the wasted 
Take the evil out the people they'll be acting right 
'cause both black and white is smokin' crack tonight 
and only time we chill is when we kill each other 
it takes skill to be real, time to heal each other 
And although it seems heaven sent We ain't ready, to see a black President, uhh 
It ain't a secret don't conceal the fact 
the penitentiary's packed, and it's filled with blacks 
But some things will never change 
try to show another way but you stayin' in the dope game 
Now tell me what's a mother to do bein' real don't appeal to the brother in you 
You gotta operate the easy way 
"I made a G today" But you made it in a sleazy way 
sellin' crack to the kid. " I gotta get paid," 
Well hey, well that's the way it is 

[Bridge]
[Talking:]

We gotta make a change... 
It's time for us as a people to start makin' some changes. 
Let's change the way we eat, let's change the way we live 
and let's change the way we treat each other. 
You see the old way wasn't working so it's on us to do 
what we gotta do, to survive. 
And still I see no changes can't a brother get a little peace 
It's war on the streets & the war in the Middle East 
Instead of war on poverty they got a war on drugs so the police can bother me 
And I ain't never did a crime I ain't have to do 
But now I'm back with the blacks givin' it back to you 
Don't let 'em jack you up, back you up, crack you up and pimp slap you up 
You gotta learn to hold ya own 
they get jealous when they see ya with ya mobile phone 
But tell the cops they can't touch this 
I don't trust this when they try to rush I bust this 
That's the sound of my tool you say it ain't cool my mama didn't raise no fool 
And as long as I stay black I gotta stay strapped & I never get to lay back 
'Cause I always got to worry 'bout the pay backs 
some buck that I roughed up way back comin' back after all these years 
rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat that's the way it is uhh

[Bridge 'til fade]

Published On: 6/3/2005

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