Let me spit this shit.
Listen to me express,
Let me spit this shit.
Listen to me express this!
They say rap is crap.
And yeah your right is.
Let your ears go snap,
bass's and the hiss's.
You're a faggot puppet
fuck your mainstream shit.
That garbage is a blight
I ride as a white knight.
Rise up underground fans,
let the bass blow away skin.
Crank up your headphones,
fuck the abstinence, light a joint and get blown.
Fuck your parents. Fuck your family.
--fuck ya
Fuck the cops and fuck the government.
--fuck ya
Join some fans and repre-fucking-sent.
--Fuck ya, bitch
Don't give a flying fuck for your neighbor
Turn up the bass, blow them to the floor....
You were born for this they can't tell you
what to do, raise your middle fingers and say FUCK YOU!!!
I was told I listen to rubbish,
mixtures of 'nigger music'
I want underground thats my wish,
parents hate it, but they're dicks!
My heart is made out of coal
fuck yourselves trolls!
Stand-by low-and-behold
My voodoo will open blackholes
This wicked shit is funky,
yet it is so fresh,
I am not your sermon moneky,
these vibes flow through my flesh.
Fuck your parents. Fuck your family.
--fuck ya
Fuck the cops and fuck the government.
--fuck ya
Join some fans and repre-fucking-sent.
--Fuck ya, bitch
Don't give a flying fuck for your neighbor
Turn up the bass, blow them to the floor....
You were born for this they can't tell you
what to do, raise your middle fingers and say FUCK YOU!!!
(words of wisdom) Don't do what your told. Lash out and kick fucking heads.
Dismember a hooker and go fuck your best friends wife.
If I get opportunity to molest a single mother I will.
Remember this is your life to run no ones elses.
Swim in your oceans' of piss. Shoot a drug and reminisce.
Friday, March 25, 2011
Thursday, March 24, 2011
My Little Dick
Sulfide: Hi, I bought 300mgs of An-o-bol-ic Stare-aids, I was wondering if someone could direct me on how to inject this into my penis to make it larger?
Phone: Sorry, we do not cover the use that way...
Sulfide: Well can you tell me how? Or forward me to a website that can?
Phone: *click*
*que funky beat*
(sulfide) Hi I am Wan Cock I have a tiny dick
Its really short but really thick.
So in essence you can call it a chode.
watch me as I bust this load.
(someone) your shit is so insignificant
get out of here dumbass scant
I'll say you're in need of help.
Leave before I choke you with a seatbelt.
Phone: Sorry, we do not cover the use that way...
Sulfide: Well can you tell me how? Or forward me to a website that can?
Phone: *click*
*que funky beat*
(sulfide) Hi I am Wan Cock I have a tiny dick
Its really short but really thick.
So in essence you can call it a chode.
watch me as I bust this load.
(someone) your shit is so insignificant
get out of here dumbass scant
I'll say you're in need of help.
Leave before I choke you with a seatbelt.
Friday, March 11, 2011
so... somewhere back in the start of 2001, I switched studio apartments in my building from a center unit to one up front that featured big bay windows, and very high ceilings. To make the most efficient use of this new found vertical space, I decided to build a loft bed.
So, I whip up a basic idea of a plan, and head off to Home Depot. I scrapped my rough plan when I got there and discovered they had a kit with plans, steel brackets and all the hardware for pretty cheap.
So, for a few months I am using the loft bed, then find out the same landlord has a huge Victorian house a couple blocks away for rent cheap. I snag the house, and with just myself and a butt-load of square feet to work with, I no longer needed a loft bed. But there was 1 bedroom away from the others, almost hidden away on the other side of the kitchen. Add a lock and people would think it was just a closet, I did just this and with a lil extra lumber, converted my loft bed into a "crib".
Sadly, I never thought about taking pictures of it, during or after the build. But I do have some pics captured from my old webcam, spending many evenings in my crib on cam in yahoo chats and stuff.
(Warning! links are rl ab/dl pics)
http://www.badbabyfur.com/abdl_albu.....otos/bb007.jpg
http://www.badbabyfur.com/abdl_albu.....otos/bb002.jpg
http://www.badbabyfur.com/abdl_albu.....otos/bb009.jpg
It wasn't my finest hour in designing. The side folded down as opposed to sliding to get out, and was weird. After the first week, I just left it up and climbed over the rail to get in and out. That was okies, it gave me the feeling of naughty toddler getting out of bed.
One morning (afternoon?) I am asleep after returning from a huge college party that had went on all night. I am awakened to pounding on my door (ignore it) more pounding on my windows (ignore it, grumble obscenities) then hear somebody outside my bedroom window moving my motorcycle (wide awake now).
I manage to quickly get some sweat pants on over my diaper, pop on shoes and a robe and head outside to see a police cruiser and officer on foot approaching. (oh noes)
The neighbor who was pounding on my windows saw smoke coming from the roof, and called 911. By the time I made it outside, the side wall where the bike was parked, and wall of my nursery, was now up in big flames. The fire trucks pull up, and neighbors gather in the street to look on, as well as a local tv news crew. The firefighters basically tore out a big section of the north wall exposing all. A very kind and considerate female firefighter threw the bags of diapers and plushies inside the crib and covered it with a tarp. The flames spread up to the roof area above, they made a hole and attacked with hoses, then the ceiling in the nursery collapsed. All of these events from the wake-up knocking to now in just a manner of a few minutes. The extent of the damage inside was contained to the nursery and the adjoining bathroom and utility rooms. The living room and recording studio were on the opposite side of the house, so I didn't even make a claim to my renter's insurance. The $500 deductible was more than what I ended up throwing away. It was just an inconvenience, and a major embarrassment.
I was In a neighborhood where I was known by everyone as a *cough* "local entrepreneur". Gossip spreads quickly in scenes, so you have to assume that if a few people know, then everybody knows.
From this point (early 2003), I started wearing all the time instead of just at night, mixing up cub clothes in my everyday apparel. Not running back to take off my diaper and throw on big boy clothes when there was a knock at the door.
Now, besides this change about becoming "more open" of what was before my most deeply guarded secret, I had other issues eating at me. Also from the fire event, many of the firefighters in that city were also police officers it was "public safety department" and they pulled double duty. Well, I had to seriously watch my back, because not only did they see I was a freak. They saw loads of drug paraphernalia and weapons, and I was only briefly questioned/warned about it, but reacted swiftly and got everything off sight. For the next few weeks I was plagued by surprise visits from "city housing inspectors."
Besides this paranoia, I was at an important point in career transition, bored with the current music scene, and hadn't dated for 5 years aside for 3 absurd 1-night stand dealies. I needed to go away and without wait.
I quit my job, cashed out my 401K, found an apartment in a couple of weekend road trips, and moved to Chicago to start over.
My social life started being almost completely AB/DL/BF. In the fall, I hooked up and moved in with my current mate in the burbs'. Kuppy was already planning a move to here in Florida, and that's what we did. (7 years ago Valentines day.)
Down in Florida for a couple years, living in small apartments and sleeping in a boring big boy bed. The need for a nursery was reborn!
I made a plan in CAD and constructed this one to use our queen size bedding, be sturdy, have a sliding rail on one side.
(oh lordy, even more RL insanity)
construction:
http://www.badbabyfur.com/abdl_albu.....tos/crib09.jpg
A very big piece of furniture:
http://www.badbabyfur.com/abdl_albu.....des/crib13.jpg
with decorations:
http://www.badbabyfur.com/abdl_albu.....s/nursery1.jpg
worth the effort:
http://www.badbabyfur.com/abdl_albu.....ure3%20022.jpg
Two more cribs (that I am aware of) were made from these same plans/design. One of them I helped build on location for a couple cubs. The other one, an ABDL online saw the plans in one of the many forums where they were posted, and made his own from the base plan and sent me pics.
http://www.badbabyfur.com/cribplan.pdf
This had been our bed until a couple weeks ago when a couple sweety cubs came from far away and picked it up.
...and now
Now we have our mattress and boxspring on the floor in the bedroom of our new house, amidst laundry baskets of clothes and plushies and some unpacked boxes.
It's a blank pallet to work with, to create a new and improved dream nursery. So far, the only prep work before moving in, was painting the room a very delicate baby blue.
Next comes the cutting and assembly of this new crib design:
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/5259826/
The sliding and latching system for the rail is vastly improved. Sliding rails will be much lighter, and both sides will slide down. crib is lower to the ground than before, so my mate won't need a step ladder to get in.
* I have received several requests to build and sell cribs, I don't have a space to build these (I have to clear out my nursery and build the thing in-place) and especially the time to do it.
There are a number of different people online that make and sell adult nursery furniture, people with actual carpentry skills that use selected hardwoods, and probably have liability insurance, and look nice.
Mine were built with the idea, that I wanted one for a bed, and can't afford to buy one of the nice ones. The materials used, have proven to be sturdy, and designed to be easy to make with minimal tools.
Comparatively, it's like if Ikea made a big crib.
So if you're in my boat and can't afford to buy one, stay tuned, the plans for the improved one I'm making with accompanying pics and videos will make it so ridiculously easy that anyone can make their own crib.
So, I whip up a basic idea of a plan, and head off to Home Depot. I scrapped my rough plan when I got there and discovered they had a kit with plans, steel brackets and all the hardware for pretty cheap.
So, for a few months I am using the loft bed, then find out the same landlord has a huge Victorian house a couple blocks away for rent cheap. I snag the house, and with just myself and a butt-load of square feet to work with, I no longer needed a loft bed. But there was 1 bedroom away from the others, almost hidden away on the other side of the kitchen. Add a lock and people would think it was just a closet, I did just this and with a lil extra lumber, converted my loft bed into a "crib".
Sadly, I never thought about taking pictures of it, during or after the build. But I do have some pics captured from my old webcam, spending many evenings in my crib on cam in yahoo chats and stuff.
(Warning! links are rl ab/dl pics)
http://www.badbabyfur.com/abdl_albu.....otos/bb007.jpg
http://www.badbabyfur.com/abdl_albu.....otos/bb002.jpg
http://www.badbabyfur.com/abdl_albu.....otos/bb009.jpg
It wasn't my finest hour in designing. The side folded down as opposed to sliding to get out, and was weird. After the first week, I just left it up and climbed over the rail to get in and out. That was okies, it gave me the feeling of naughty toddler getting out of bed.
One morning (afternoon?) I am asleep after returning from a huge college party that had went on all night. I am awakened to pounding on my door (ignore it) more pounding on my windows (ignore it, grumble obscenities) then hear somebody outside my bedroom window moving my motorcycle (wide awake now).
I manage to quickly get some sweat pants on over my diaper, pop on shoes and a robe and head outside to see a police cruiser and officer on foot approaching. (oh noes)
The neighbor who was pounding on my windows saw smoke coming from the roof, and called 911. By the time I made it outside, the side wall where the bike was parked, and wall of my nursery, was now up in big flames. The fire trucks pull up, and neighbors gather in the street to look on, as well as a local tv news crew. The firefighters basically tore out a big section of the north wall exposing all. A very kind and considerate female firefighter threw the bags of diapers and plushies inside the crib and covered it with a tarp. The flames spread up to the roof area above, they made a hole and attacked with hoses, then the ceiling in the nursery collapsed. All of these events from the wake-up knocking to now in just a manner of a few minutes. The extent of the damage inside was contained to the nursery and the adjoining bathroom and utility rooms. The living room and recording studio were on the opposite side of the house, so I didn't even make a claim to my renter's insurance. The $500 deductible was more than what I ended up throwing away. It was just an inconvenience, and a major embarrassment.
I was In a neighborhood where I was known by everyone as a *cough* "local entrepreneur". Gossip spreads quickly in scenes, so you have to assume that if a few people know, then everybody knows.
From this point (early 2003), I started wearing all the time instead of just at night, mixing up cub clothes in my everyday apparel. Not running back to take off my diaper and throw on big boy clothes when there was a knock at the door.
Now, besides this change about becoming "more open" of what was before my most deeply guarded secret, I had other issues eating at me. Also from the fire event, many of the firefighters in that city were also police officers it was "public safety department" and they pulled double duty. Well, I had to seriously watch my back, because not only did they see I was a freak. They saw loads of drug paraphernalia and weapons, and I was only briefly questioned/warned about it, but reacted swiftly and got everything off sight. For the next few weeks I was plagued by surprise visits from "city housing inspectors."
Besides this paranoia, I was at an important point in career transition, bored with the current music scene, and hadn't dated for 5 years aside for 3 absurd 1-night stand dealies. I needed to go away and without wait.
I quit my job, cashed out my 401K, found an apartment in a couple of weekend road trips, and moved to Chicago to start over.
My social life started being almost completely AB/DL/BF. In the fall, I hooked up and moved in with my current mate in the burbs'. Kuppy was already planning a move to here in Florida, and that's what we did. (7 years ago Valentines day.)
Down in Florida for a couple years, living in small apartments and sleeping in a boring big boy bed. The need for a nursery was reborn!
I made a plan in CAD and constructed this one to use our queen size bedding, be sturdy, have a sliding rail on one side.
(oh lordy, even more RL insanity)
construction:
http://www.badbabyfur.com/abdl_albu.....tos/crib09.jpg
A very big piece of furniture:
http://www.badbabyfur.com/abdl_albu.....des/crib13.jpg
with decorations:
http://www.badbabyfur.com/abdl_albu.....s/nursery1.jpg
worth the effort:
http://www.badbabyfur.com/abdl_albu.....ure3%20022.jpg
Two more cribs (that I am aware of) were made from these same plans/design. One of them I helped build on location for a couple cubs. The other one, an ABDL online saw the plans in one of the many forums where they were posted, and made his own from the base plan and sent me pics.
http://www.badbabyfur.com/cribplan.pdf
This had been our bed until a couple weeks ago when a couple sweety cubs came from far away and picked it up.
...and now
Now we have our mattress and boxspring on the floor in the bedroom of our new house, amidst laundry baskets of clothes and plushies and some unpacked boxes.
It's a blank pallet to work with, to create a new and improved dream nursery. So far, the only prep work before moving in, was painting the room a very delicate baby blue.
Next comes the cutting and assembly of this new crib design:
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/5259826/
The sliding and latching system for the rail is vastly improved. Sliding rails will be much lighter, and both sides will slide down. crib is lower to the ground than before, so my mate won't need a step ladder to get in.
* I have received several requests to build and sell cribs, I don't have a space to build these (I have to clear out my nursery and build the thing in-place) and especially the time to do it.
There are a number of different people online that make and sell adult nursery furniture, people with actual carpentry skills that use selected hardwoods, and probably have liability insurance, and look nice.
Mine were built with the idea, that I wanted one for a bed, and can't afford to buy one of the nice ones. The materials used, have proven to be sturdy, and designed to be easy to make with minimal tools.
Comparatively, it's like if Ikea made a big crib.
So if you're in my boat and can't afford to buy one, stay tuned, the plans for the improved one I'm making with accompanying pics and videos will make it so ridiculously easy that anyone can make their own crib.
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
War
In the morning the dust glistens in the sun that falls on the land.
The dim light obscures the vision in the blown up sand.
Bombs fall to the left and to our backs, bullets ping all around.
Through the fog of confusion roars the thunderous sounds.
I grasp my rifle and shoot an enemy of which I cannot see.
Lead flies and lives become lost, a murderous killing spree.
I remember the friends and family lost in this ravenous war.
I bow my head and cry from all the death and horror.
Armored war machines zip across the valley.
The instruments of war I begin to talley.
10,000 Strong and the numbers declining
The destruction becomes very confining.
The fire decreases things calm down, and its time to advance.
We cross a threshold and a round finds its way like a lance,
Into the neck of my ally slaying him to the blood soaked earth.
I think nothing of it and forget why one be so cursed.
Another man is attracted by another stray flying bullet.
His attacker ripped open by tracers, his clothes are lit.
Art'y falls close and shrapenel begins to sting our faces.
We keep sprinting as if we are really going places.
Armored war machines zip across the valley.
The instruments of war I begin to talley.
5000 Strong and the numbers declining
The destruction becomes very confining.
My luck is running out I know it, I run to the next position.
I hit the dirt cover I puke and spit. I pause this mission.
We regroup, we are fewer strong, lost several close companions.
I stumble to my boots and look for relief from this canyon.
We are on orders to continue advancing, through the killing field.
I get off three steps and I am struck as I drop my weapon I yield.
I hear nothing, there is no more fear, I get dragged into a ditch.
I hear the voice of a medic and all of a sudden I hurt like a bitch.
Armored war machines zip across the valley.
The instruments of war I begin to talley.
1000 Strong and the numbers declining
The destruction becomes very confining.
And here it is our final stand, somehow we are spread to thin.
Enemy close in from all directions, a guy pops a safety pin.
A frag soars through the air and detonates throwing up terra firma.
Hot metal flies through an enemy and he falls instigating my drama.
I unholster my side arm and put two in a head. One more in his chest.
I empty the clip and scream for ammo as a man rips a clip from his vest.
He tosses it to me and I immedeatly drop 3 more combatants.
I pick up my rifle and let out the last 2 rounds, the enemy swarms like ants.
Armored war machines zip across the valley.
The instruments of war I begin to talley.
10 Strong and the numbers declining
The destruction becomes very confining.
Life is up for us, we gave it our very best shot. Terror now sets in.
I have no more strength. I lay emotionless and think to myself herein.
We made the best of this, the best of efforts, the best of will and creed
I begin to lose conciousness as I lay in my ditch and bleed.
A light consumes me, my time is now. I fight it all I can and try.
Friendly fire concentrates on our position, I hope I don't die.
It lets up and people begin to enclose. They slap my face.
Reinfrocemtns have come, and saved me from my fate.
Armored war machines zip across the valley.
The instruments of war I begin to talley.
10 Strong and the numbers rising.
We set forth a successful uprising.
The dim light obscures the vision in the blown up sand.
Bombs fall to the left and to our backs, bullets ping all around.
Through the fog of confusion roars the thunderous sounds.
I grasp my rifle and shoot an enemy of which I cannot see.
Lead flies and lives become lost, a murderous killing spree.
I remember the friends and family lost in this ravenous war.
I bow my head and cry from all the death and horror.
Armored war machines zip across the valley.
The instruments of war I begin to talley.
10,000 Strong and the numbers declining
The destruction becomes very confining.
The fire decreases things calm down, and its time to advance.
We cross a threshold and a round finds its way like a lance,
Into the neck of my ally slaying him to the blood soaked earth.
I think nothing of it and forget why one be so cursed.
Another man is attracted by another stray flying bullet.
His attacker ripped open by tracers, his clothes are lit.
Art'y falls close and shrapenel begins to sting our faces.
We keep sprinting as if we are really going places.
Armored war machines zip across the valley.
The instruments of war I begin to talley.
5000 Strong and the numbers declining
The destruction becomes very confining.
My luck is running out I know it, I run to the next position.
I hit the dirt cover I puke and spit. I pause this mission.
We regroup, we are fewer strong, lost several close companions.
I stumble to my boots and look for relief from this canyon.
We are on orders to continue advancing, through the killing field.
I get off three steps and I am struck as I drop my weapon I yield.
I hear nothing, there is no more fear, I get dragged into a ditch.
I hear the voice of a medic and all of a sudden I hurt like a bitch.
Armored war machines zip across the valley.
The instruments of war I begin to talley.
1000 Strong and the numbers declining
The destruction becomes very confining.
And here it is our final stand, somehow we are spread to thin.
Enemy close in from all directions, a guy pops a safety pin.
A frag soars through the air and detonates throwing up terra firma.
Hot metal flies through an enemy and he falls instigating my drama.
I unholster my side arm and put two in a head. One more in his chest.
I empty the clip and scream for ammo as a man rips a clip from his vest.
He tosses it to me and I immedeatly drop 3 more combatants.
I pick up my rifle and let out the last 2 rounds, the enemy swarms like ants.
Armored war machines zip across the valley.
The instruments of war I begin to talley.
10 Strong and the numbers declining
The destruction becomes very confining.
Life is up for us, we gave it our very best shot. Terror now sets in.
I have no more strength. I lay emotionless and think to myself herein.
We made the best of this, the best of efforts, the best of will and creed
I begin to lose conciousness as I lay in my ditch and bleed.
A light consumes me, my time is now. I fight it all I can and try.
Friendly fire concentrates on our position, I hope I don't die.
It lets up and people begin to enclose. They slap my face.
Reinfrocemtns have come, and saved me from my fate.
Armored war machines zip across the valley.
The instruments of war I begin to talley.
10 Strong and the numbers rising.
We set forth a successful uprising.
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Hello Beth,
I miss talking with you. This is the number one thing I wanted to respond with. For some reason you been on my mind, a lot >>. From what I am getting at, I will not be able to chat with you for a while. At least, until something changes, this could be days, to months from now. Yesterday, Monday, I got back from a whole week off for thanksgiving, so I have not been able to log into FB or anything else for a while. I went to the library. First thing 2 Saturday mornings ago I went to get on the internet there, to take care of several things, including talking to you. =3, but I only waited to find out there’s fines on my library card and I can’t access the PC’s GRRRRRR. All isn’t lost, I am back in school now, just need to find time to get on Facebook. As for the cell phone idea, I pretty much think that’s off. There’s something big and awesome I am saving up for instead, but I did put in word with parents, for a cell phone for Christmas. Maybe it will work out =D
For thanksgiving My Mom, me, and my step dad, went to my step dad’s dad’s house, and I didn’t know a single soul there, and being the anti-social person I am just, kinda kept to myself. Talked to a few people about football, my art, and later watched some of the younger kids play and fight over the Wii. That was kinda hysterical, for me anyway, laughing on the inside. Sorry ><. SO what did you do for thanksgiving? GO to another family members? Pig out on turkey and pie? Hehe, tell me all about it.
In other news I lost the original letter I typed up over 9000 days ago I was going to send you. Now watch, next I will lose your address and won’t be able to send this, lol. That’s gonna suck. But however, I do believe the original envelope is in my stuff. I remember I put, reading your letter, and responding to your view of our friendship. I cherish yours. Your one of the few people I can talk to about most anything. And among my best friends, I can talk to you about everything. I love that the most about you. *snuggles* I also like how you don’t let people get to you or make you super upset. And well even if you were bothered you can always message me =3, and you know that. I care =D
A month ago I was feeling pretty depressed and angry and other stuff. Now I am pretty much better. My psychiatrist put me on Zoloft, some anxiety drug or whatever. Anyway I think its working. I am feeling better, most of my deep and dark emotional pains are still there, just suppressed. Ain’t bothering me to much. Now its mostly about money, and loneliness. Really, that loneliness. I just want someone to snug and cuddle, confide with in person, all that jazz, every day. =C I am not going to ramble too much on my problems.
So how’s your life running along? It really bites I can’t keep in touch everyday, I am just praying I get a cell phone for Christmas. Hows your mom and dad? The animals? All your church friends and family? Hope everything is running along smooth. Hope your ok.
Internet BFF
Carlos Aguilar
PS; I am working on drawing ‘furry’ characters of us, because I can, and it may even help me with the loneliness factor, in a weird way. Also, I am a fag. If I can finish something, I will send it with this letter. Also also, I am going to do what I originally planned too, and look for a picture of me, preffereably one with know sunglasses, idunno xD. Anyway, I will see if I can get on FB in a little bit.
I miss talking with you. This is the number one thing I wanted to respond with. For some reason you been on my mind, a lot >>. From what I am getting at, I will not be able to chat with you for a while. At least, until something changes, this could be days, to months from now. Yesterday, Monday, I got back from a whole week off for thanksgiving, so I have not been able to log into FB or anything else for a while. I went to the library. First thing 2 Saturday mornings ago I went to get on the internet there, to take care of several things, including talking to you. =3, but I only waited to find out there’s fines on my library card and I can’t access the PC’s GRRRRRR. All isn’t lost, I am back in school now, just need to find time to get on Facebook. As for the cell phone idea, I pretty much think that’s off. There’s something big and awesome I am saving up for instead, but I did put in word with parents, for a cell phone for Christmas. Maybe it will work out =D
For thanksgiving My Mom, me, and my step dad, went to my step dad’s dad’s house, and I didn’t know a single soul there, and being the anti-social person I am just, kinda kept to myself. Talked to a few people about football, my art, and later watched some of the younger kids play and fight over the Wii. That was kinda hysterical, for me anyway, laughing on the inside. Sorry ><. SO what did you do for thanksgiving? GO to another family members? Pig out on turkey and pie? Hehe, tell me all about it.
In other news I lost the original letter I typed up over 9000 days ago I was going to send you. Now watch, next I will lose your address and won’t be able to send this, lol. That’s gonna suck. But however, I do believe the original envelope is in my stuff. I remember I put, reading your letter, and responding to your view of our friendship. I cherish yours. Your one of the few people I can talk to about most anything. And among my best friends, I can talk to you about everything. I love that the most about you. *snuggles* I also like how you don’t let people get to you or make you super upset. And well even if you were bothered you can always message me =3, and you know that. I care =D
A month ago I was feeling pretty depressed and angry and other stuff. Now I am pretty much better. My psychiatrist put me on Zoloft, some anxiety drug or whatever. Anyway I think its working. I am feeling better, most of my deep and dark emotional pains are still there, just suppressed. Ain’t bothering me to much. Now its mostly about money, and loneliness. Really, that loneliness. I just want someone to snug and cuddle, confide with in person, all that jazz, every day. =C I am not going to ramble too much on my problems.
So how’s your life running along? It really bites I can’t keep in touch everyday, I am just praying I get a cell phone for Christmas. Hows your mom and dad? The animals? All your church friends and family? Hope everything is running along smooth. Hope your ok.
Internet BFF
Carlos Aguilar
PS; I am working on drawing ‘furry’ characters of us, because I can, and it may even help me with the loneliness factor, in a weird way. Also, I am a fag. If I can finish something, I will send it with this letter. Also also, I am going to do what I originally planned too, and look for a picture of me, preffereably one with know sunglasses, idunno xD. Anyway, I will see if I can get on FB in a little bit.
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
EBS Article 2
Subculture in the Spotlight: Furries
Ok, you may, or may have not heard about furries. But chances are you scene something about these guys some where, and you just didn't recognize it or understand there was Fandom involved. So what is a furry? Furry should be an adjective or something to do with fur or hair? Yes, in Webster's Dictionary yeah your right. But WD doesn't ever have Lingo/Jargon for other groups of people and what they use.
A 'Furry' or 'Fur', as in someone who is interested in The Furry Fandom, is someone who has one or many of the following intrests or beliefs. 1.) Art, Furry Fandom is full of art. Of what? anthropomorphic animals or cartoons. Animals with human like characteristics. Most all furs will make one up and use it as a persona to interact with other furs through RP. 2.) RP is Role Play, the act of acting like their character. Many members enjoy this. 3.) Fursuiting, is another popular one. And is what got me into the group. This is the act of dawning a Animal Costume and having fun, or doing whatever in it. You will find when you put one of these things on, alot of walls will come down when interacting with someone. 4.) Otherkin and Weres, are a subgroup. They go along the belief animal spirits are watching over them, or they are reincarnations of animals or really are an animal in a human body. Its a very spiritual thing.
Those are just some common things to identify a Furry. One may be intrested in Art and Fursuits, one may like niether. The Furry Fandom is very very diverse so no one definition is enough to describe it. Furry Fandom started way back in the late 70s some say when people just wanted to get together and discuss things like their favorite cartoons. Now its expanded and is easily almost a million members strong across the globe.
For some people the Furry Fandom holds a huge chunk of influence on their everyday lives, and their lives reflect that. For others its just a hobby, a fun one at that. There is no real way to learn more without coming across a load of hate propaganda or other stuff that's really irrelevant, the best way to get to know these guys is to talk to them. They are everywhere, just browse furry type videos on Youtube and exchange comments with one another.
Ok, you may, or may have not heard about furries. But chances are you scene something about these guys some where, and you just didn't recognize it or understand there was Fandom involved. So what is a furry? Furry should be an adjective or something to do with fur or hair? Yes, in Webster's Dictionary yeah your right. But WD doesn't ever have Lingo/Jargon for other groups of people and what they use.
A 'Furry' or 'Fur', as in someone who is interested in The Furry Fandom, is someone who has one or many of the following intrests or beliefs. 1.) Art, Furry Fandom is full of art. Of what? anthropomorphic animals or cartoons. Animals with human like characteristics. Most all furs will make one up and use it as a persona to interact with other furs through RP. 2.) RP is Role Play, the act of acting like their character. Many members enjoy this. 3.) Fursuiting, is another popular one. And is what got me into the group. This is the act of dawning a Animal Costume and having fun, or doing whatever in it. You will find when you put one of these things on, alot of walls will come down when interacting with someone. 4.) Otherkin and Weres, are a subgroup. They go along the belief animal spirits are watching over them, or they are reincarnations of animals or really are an animal in a human body. Its a very spiritual thing.
Those are just some common things to identify a Furry. One may be intrested in Art and Fursuits, one may like niether. The Furry Fandom is very very diverse so no one definition is enough to describe it. Furry Fandom started way back in the late 70s some say when people just wanted to get together and discuss things like their favorite cartoons. Now its expanded and is easily almost a million members strong across the globe.
For some people the Furry Fandom holds a huge chunk of influence on their everyday lives, and their lives reflect that. For others its just a hobby, a fun one at that. There is no real way to learn more without coming across a load of hate propaganda or other stuff that's really irrelevant, the best way to get to know these guys is to talk to them. They are everywhere, just browse furry type videos on Youtube and exchange comments with one another.
EBS Article 1
Subculture in the Spotlight: Anonymous
We have all discovered from time to time groups of people gathering together for things we can't help but wonder to ourselves; why? Sometimes we see people doing weird things in public, way to freaky for comprehension. Well if you see something reocurring or just a vast number of individuals participating, chances are its some sort of fandom subculture. Here is one example, Anonymous.
Anonymous is just as stated, anonymous. Their creedo is "We Are Anonymous, We are legion, We do not Forgive, We do not Forget, Expect Us." And its a true statement, Anonymous members can usually be found at only certain events, and are usually wearing things to conceal their real identity, EG masks, balaclavas, Afros and other wigs, and a suit usually goes in accord. The "Guy Fawkes Mask" or simply for outsides, 'the guy from V for Vendetta, his mask' is the predominant piece attire.
Anonymous and its members with all their beliefs started on an American Anime discussion site, known as 4chan.org, around October 2003. The site has many discussion boards, now more then half not even about anime. But in 03 there was one board called the Random Board. It quickly grew to be the most popular. Many things would be posted there, some would get really popular, like forever the internet will remember 'cats with funny macros', as 4chan's random made that famous internet content popular to post.
The typical life of an Anon (single member of anonymous) consists of lurking online, many websites that are relevant to Anonymous's interests. Rather it being 4chan, 7chan, or a host of other chans, Encyclopedia Dramatica, Ebaums World, or many others. Some others include targets for raids, which Anonymous loves to do. Like one, poking fun at Scientology. And in 2007 anonymous protested Scientologist's beliefs, and many funny intresting things happened from there, and they officially gained global status as an elite subculture.
If this sounds intresting to you, even in the slightest, check out 4chan's random board when your free, you can post funny content, rant, rave, talk about problems, you name it we can help. http://4chan.org/b
We have all discovered from time to time groups of people gathering together for things we can't help but wonder to ourselves; why? Sometimes we see people doing weird things in public, way to freaky for comprehension. Well if you see something reocurring or just a vast number of individuals participating, chances are its some sort of fandom subculture. Here is one example, Anonymous.
Anonymous is just as stated, anonymous. Their creedo is "We Are Anonymous, We are legion, We do not Forgive, We do not Forget, Expect Us." And its a true statement, Anonymous members can usually be found at only certain events, and are usually wearing things to conceal their real identity, EG masks, balaclavas, Afros and other wigs, and a suit usually goes in accord. The "Guy Fawkes Mask" or simply for outsides, 'the guy from V for Vendetta, his mask' is the predominant piece attire.
Anonymous and its members with all their beliefs started on an American Anime discussion site, known as 4chan.org, around October 2003. The site has many discussion boards, now more then half not even about anime. But in 03 there was one board called the Random Board. It quickly grew to be the most popular. Many things would be posted there, some would get really popular, like forever the internet will remember 'cats with funny macros', as 4chan's random made that famous internet content popular to post.
The typical life of an Anon (single member of anonymous) consists of lurking online, many websites that are relevant to Anonymous's interests. Rather it being 4chan, 7chan, or a host of other chans, Encyclopedia Dramatica, Ebaums World, or many others. Some others include targets for raids, which Anonymous loves to do. Like one, poking fun at Scientology. And in 2007 anonymous protested Scientologist's beliefs, and many funny intresting things happened from there, and they officially gained global status as an elite subculture.
If this sounds intresting to you, even in the slightest, check out 4chan's random board when your free, you can post funny content, rant, rave, talk about problems, you name it we can help. http://4chan.org/b
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