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Ford : Mustang 1968  Ford Mustang      Auto,  Air
Ford : Mustang 1968 Ford Mustang Auto, Air
$16,700.00
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Suzuki 1994 suzuki samurai
Suzuki 1994 suzuki samurai
$1,600.00 (3 Bids)
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Dodge : Coronet 1968 Dodge Coronet
Dodge : Coronet 1968 Dodge Coronet
$2,000.00 (1 Bids)
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Chevrolet : Corvette 1989 Red Corvette Convertible
Chevrolet : Corvette 1989 Red Corvette Convertible
$11,000.00
$13,000.00
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Ford : F-350 Ford F-350 1978 Ford F250 F350 Truck
Ford : F-350 Ford F-350 1978 Ford F250 F350 Truck
$2,659.00
$7,500.00
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Jeep : Wagoneer AMC 360 W  BORED 30 OVER
Jeep : Wagoneer AMC 360 W BORED 30 OVER
$1,200.00
$2,000.00
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Triumph 1200 1963 Triumph Hearld
Triumph 1200 1963 Triumph Hearld
$6,000.00
$8,500.00
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Ford : F-250 F250 2005 Ford F250 Diesel
Ford : F-250 F250 2005 Ford F250 Diesel
$4,550.00 (3 Bids)
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Pontiac : Le Mans Convertible 1967 Lemans Gto Convertible
Pontiac : Le Mans Convertible 1967 Lemans Gto Convertible
$1,200.00 (0 Bids)
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BMW : 5-Series BMW: 2006 650i Convertible 2D
BMW : 5-Series BMW: 2006 650i Convertible 2D
$31,500.00
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Any Good Camping Near Cave Creek, Arizona? Is Seven Springs Open?
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I want to co camping this friday/saturday somewhere where a normal car can make it too, but is not heavily clustered with campsites, any suggestions? I am looking somewhere near Cave Creek, Arizona. Thanks!


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Saguaro lake is great.

Does anyone know the title of this book by Michelle Tea?
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I found this quote on goodreads and I need to read this book! If you can give me the title or where to find it that would be so amazing! Here is the quote... "We entered the cool cave of the practice space with all the long-haired, goateed boys stoned on clouds of pot and playing with power tools. I tossed my fluffy coat into the hollow of my bass drum and lay on the carpet with my worn newspaper. A shirtless boy came in and told us he had to cut the power for a minute, and I thought about being along in the cool black room with Joey. Let's go smoke, she said, and I grabbed the cigarettes off the amp. She started talking to me about Wonder Woman. I feel like something big is happening, but I don't know what to do about it. With The Straight Girl? I asked in the blankest voice possible. With everything. Back in the sun we walked to the edge of the parking lot where a black Impala convertible sat, rusted and rotting, looking like it just got dredged from a swamp. Rainwater pooling on the floor. We climbed up onto it and sat our butts backward on the edge of the windshield, feet stretched into the front seat. Before she even joined the band, I would think of her each time I passed the car, the little round medallions with the red and black racing flags affixed to the dash. On the rusting Chevy, Joey told me about her date the other night with a girl she used to like who she maybe liked again. How her heart was shut off and it felt pretty good. How she just wanted to play around with this girl and that girl and this girl and I smoked my cigarette and went Uh-Huh. The sun made me feel like a restless country girl even though I'd never been on a farm. I knew what I stood for, even if nobody else did. I knew the piece of me on the inside, truer than all the rest, that never comes out. Doesn't everyone have one? Some kind of grand inner princess waiting to toss her hair down, forever waiting at the tower window. Some jungle animal so noble and fierce you had to crawl on your belly through dangerous grasses to get a glimpse. I gave Joey my cigarette so I could unlace the ratty green laces of my boots, pull them off, tug the linty wool tights off my legs. I stretched them pale over the car, the hair springing like weeds and my big toenail looking cracked and ugly. I knew exactly who I was when the sun came back and the air turned warm. Joey climbed over the hood of the car, dusty black, and said Let's lie down, I love lying in the sun, but there wasn't any sun there. We moved across the street onto the shining white sidewalk and she stretched out, eyes closed. I smoked my cigarette, tossed it into the gutter and lay down beside her. She said she was sick of all the people who thought she felt too much, who wanted her to be calm and contained. Who? I asked. All the flowers, the superheroes. I thought about how she had kissed me the other night, quick and hard, before taking off on a date in her leather chaps, hankies flying, and I sat on the couch and cried at everything she didn't know about how much I liked her, and someone put an arm around me and said, You're feeling things, that's good. Yeah, I said to Joey on the sidewalk, I Feel Like I Could Calm Down Some. Awww, you're perfect. She flipped her hand over and touched my head. Listen, we're barely here at all, I wanted to tell her, rolling over, looking into her face, we're barely here at all and everything goes so fast can't you just kiss me? My eyes were shut and the cars sounded close when they passed. The sun was weak but it baked the grime on my skin and made it smell delicious. A little kid smell. We sat up to pop some candy into our mouths, and then Joey lay her head on my lap, spent from sugar and coffee. Her arm curled back around me and my fingers fell into her slippery hair. On the February sidewalk that felt like spring." — Michelle Tea Thanks so much!


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The quote is from Valencia - page 122 of the Seal Press paperback 2000 edition

What if not???????????????????????????????
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What if The sky turns to flames? And the seas boil in furious unison If the mountains melt And magma flows freely across the land Vaporizing the trees Would this be the end of us all? Of all lives and livestock Of flowers and gardens Of young and old and aspirations The end of all our installations Huts and silos, the dams, the windmills The treadmill, the corn mill, and sawmills The pylons, the rigs, the masts The carriages and horses, the cars and carts The bridges and the cloudshoving towers All the winding road to our trivial Parks, fields and beaches The subway and computers and mobiles All our constructions Designer shoes, hats and fabrics Designer breasts and noses of plastic Clones and hybrids The docks and dockyards The courts and courtyards The shrines and crosses and minarets The military, their weaponry All the flags and colors Would this be our quietus? Would our souls on wings unseen Fly away to another sphere? Perhaps a heaven What if not and I die in my sleep And my folks and friends shed their tears and crocodile's If my wife dressed in black contemplates Which of my friends to go on with What if not And I woke up tomorrow Not in my wife's arms(nor in my four-walled room) but miles and miles away from nowhere Clothed in skins and leaves Wielding a club for survival If my life depends on the strength of my club And my shelter became the caves The spring replace my piped water My baths are done at streams My toilet became the vast expanse My music comes from the songs of the birds in the air And the sky became the paintings on the wall If I know the footsteps of the preys and can Separate them from the predators' If I know the herbs to treat my cuts and bruises And know the nuts to crack with my fingers I chase squirrels up the trees and crack their skull with my molars And It no longer matters if I eat to live or live to eat What if not If I suddenly grow a voice that speak to heaven's ears If my eyes can see your mind And my ears can hear from dogs What if not What If I speak and no one understands anymore If my cries and laughter do not mean nothing If I scare all my friends away and Speak in tongues my kins do not know If I become a stranger in my own land And walk the streets with no name What if I lose the limbs to walk the streets And those that remember me only do in prayers What if not If I became a name that is big And known well like Cocacola If I could not walk the streets unnoticed And my name is known like Obama's What if none as such happens And am still me Diipo the poor bard Who writes verses titled "what if not" And cannot afford a dowry What if? What if? The ghosts of my unwritten poems finally catch up with me and deal me a deathly blow And I die unknown and unread except to such as you, who read "what if not"! And then my friend, what if not?


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There is a lot of good stuff in here. There is too much of it though. It reads like Leviticus instead of the Lord's Prayer. That said, there are some great ideas in here and you could make it very resonant by trimming it by half with a scalpel not an axe.

Is there really a God?
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Creation Archive > Volume 20 Issue 3 > Is there really a God? How would you answer? First published: Creation 20(3):32–34 June 1998 Browse this issue Is there really a God? How would you answer? Far from being a blind faith, Christianity can be logically defended. by Ken Ham In our everyday experience, just about everything seems to have a beginning. In fact, the laws of science show that even things which look the same through our lifetime, like the sun and other stars, are running down. The sun is using up its fuel at millions of tonnes each second—since, therefore, it cannot last forever, it had to have a beginning. The same can be shown to be true for the entire universe. So when Christians claim that the God of the Bible created the entire universe, some will ask what seems a logical question, namely ‘Where did God come from?’ The Bible makes it clear in many places that God is outside of time. He is eternal, with no beginning or end—He is infinite! He also knows all things, being infinitely intelligent.1 Is this logical? Can modern science allow for such a notion? And how could you recognize the evidence for an intelligent Creator? Recognizing intelligence For more information, visit Q&A: God Scientists get excited about finding stone tools in a cave because these speak of intelligence—a tool maker. They could not have designed themselves. Neither would anyone believe that the carved Presidents’ heads on Mt Rushmore were the product of millions of years of chance erosion. We can recognize design—the evidence of the outworkings of intelligence—in the man-made objects all around us. Similarly, in William Paley’s famous argument, a watch implies a watchmaker.2 Today, however, a large proportion of people, including many leading scientists, believe that all plants and animals, including the incredibly complex brains of the people who make watches, motor cars, etc., were not designed by an intelligent God but rather came from an unintelligent evolutionary process. But is this a defensible position? Design in living things Molecular biologist Dr Michael Denton, writing as an agnostic, concluded: ‘Alongside the level of ingenuity and complexity exhibited by the molecular machinery of life, even our most advanced [twentieth century technology appears] clumsy … . It would be an illusion to think that what we are aware of at present is any more than a fraction of the full extent of biological design. In practically every field of fundamental biological research ever-increasing levels of design and complexity are being revealed at an ever-accelerating rate.’3 The world-renowned crusader for Darwinism and atheism, Prof. Richard Dawkins, states: ‘We have seen that living things are too improbable and too beautifully “designed” to have come into existence by chance.’4 Thus, even the most ardent atheist concedes that design is all around us. To a Christian, the design we see all around us is totally consistent with the Bible’s explanation that God created all. However, evolutionists like Dawkins reject the idea of a Designer. He comments (emphasis added): ‘All appearance to the contrary, the only watchmaker in nature is the blind forces of physics, albeit deployed in a very special way. A true watchmaker has foresight: he designs his cogs and springs, and plans their interconnections, with future purpose in his mind’s eye. Natural selection, the blind, unconscious, automatic process which Darwin discovered, and which we now know is the explanation for the existence and apparently purposeful form of all life, has no purpose in mind … . It has no mind … . It does not plan for the future … it is the blind watchmaker.’5 Selection and design Life is built on information, contained in that molecule of heredity, DNA. Dawkins believes that natural selection6 and mutations (blind, purposeless copying mistakes in this DNA) together provide the mechanism for producing the vast amounts of information responsible for the design in living things.7 Natural selection is a logical process that can be observed. However, selection can only operate on the information already contained in genes—it does not produce new information.8 Actually, this is consistent with the Bible’s account of origins; God created distinct kinds of animals and plants, each to reproduce after its own kind. One can observe great variation in a kind, and see the results of natural selection. For instance, dingoes, wolves, and coyotes have developed over time as a result of natural selection operating on the information in the genes of the wolf/dog kind. But no new information was produced—these varieties have resulted from rearrangement, and sorting out, of the information in the original dog kind. One kind has never been observed to change into a totally different kind with new information that previously did not exist! Without a way to increase information, natural selection will not work as a mechanism for evolution. Evolutionists agree with this, but they believe that mutations somehow provide the new information for natural selection to act upon. Can mutations produce new information? Actually, it is now clear that the answer is no! Dr Lee Spetner, a highly qualified scientist who taught information and communication theory at Johns Hopkins University, makes this abundantly clear in his recent book: ‘In this chapter I’ll bring several examples of evolution, [i.e., instances alleged to be examples of evolution] particularly mutations, and show that information is not increased … But in all the reading I’ve done in the life-sciences literature, I’ve never found a mutation that added information.9 ‘All point mutations that have been studied on the molecular level turn out to reduce the genetic information and not to increase it.10 ‘The NDT [neo-Darwinian theory] is supposed to explain how the information of life has been built up by evolution. The essential biological difference between a human and a bacterium is in the information they contain. All other biological differences follow from that. The human genome has much more information than does the bacterial genome. Information cannot be built up by mutations that lose it. A business can’t make money by losing it a little at a time.’11 Evolutionary scientists have no way around the conclusions that many scientists, including Dr Spetner, have come to. Mutations do not work as a mechanism to fuel the evolutionary process. More problems! Scientists have found that within the cell, there are thousands of what can be called ‘biochemical machines.’ All of their parts have to be in place simultaneously or the cell can’t function. Things which were thought to be simple mechanisms, such as being able to sense light and turn it into electrical impulses, are in fact highly complicated. Since life is built on these ‘machines,’ the idea that natural processes could have made a living system is untenable. Biochemist Dr Michael Behe (see The mousetrap man) uses the term ‘irreducible complexity’ in describing such biochemical ‘machines.’ ‘… systems of horrendous, irreducible complexity inhabit the cell. The resulting realization that life was designed by an intelligence is a shock to us in the twentieth century who have gotten used to thinking of life as the result of simple natural laws. But other centuries have had their shocks, and there is no reason to suppose that we should escape them.’12 Richard Dawkins recognizes this problem of needing ‘machinery’ to start with when he states: ‘The theory of the blind watchmaker is extremely powerful given that we are allowed to assume replication and hence cumulative selection. But if replication needs complex machinery, since the only way we know for complex machinery ultimately to come into existence is cumulative selection, we have a problem.’13 A problem indeed! The more we look into the workings of life, the more complicated it gets, and the more we see that life could not arise by itself. Not only is a source of information needed, but the complex ‘machines’ of the chemistry of life need to be in existence right from the start! A greater problem still! Some still try to insist that the machinery of the first cell could have arisen by pure chance. For instance, they say, by randomly drawing alphabet letters in sequence from a hat, sometimes you will get a simple word like ‘BAT.’14 So given long time periods, why couldn’t even more complex information arise by chance? However, what would the word ‘BAT’ mean to a German or Chinese speaker? The point is that an order of letters is meaningless unless there is a language convention and a translation system in place which makes it meaningful! In a cell, there is such a system (other molecules) that makes the order on the DNA meaningful. DNA without the language/translation system is meaningless, and these systems without the DNA wouldn’t work either. The other complication is that the translation machinery which reads the order of the ‘letters’ in the DNA is itself specified by the DNA! This is another one of those ‘machines’ that needs to be fully-formed or life won’t work. Can information arise from non-information? Dr Werner Gitt, Director and Professor at the German Federal Institute of Physics and Technology, makes it clear that one of the things we know absolutely for sure from science, is that information cannot arise from disorder by chance. It always takes (greater) information to produce information, and ultimately information is the result of intelligence: ‘A code system is always the result of a mental process (it requires an intelligent origin or inventor) … It should be emphasized that matter as such is unable to generate any code. All experiences indicate that a thinking being voluntarily exercising his own free will, cognition, and creativity, is required.15 ‘There is no known natural law through which matter can give rise to information, neither is any physical process or material phenomenon known that can do this.’16 What is the source of the information? We can therefore deduce that the huge amount of information in living things must originally have come from an intelligence, which had to have been far superior to ours, as scientists are revealing every day. But then, some will say that such a source would have to be caused by something with even greater information/intelligence. However, if they reason like this, one could ask where this greater information/intelligence came from? And then where did that one come from … one could extrapolate to infinity, for ever, unless … Unless there was a source of infinite intelligence, beyond our finite understanding. But isn’t this what the Bible indicates when we read, ‘In the beginning God …’? The God of the Bible is an infinite being not bound by limitations of time, space, knowledge, or anything else. So which is the logically defensible position?—that matter eternally existed (or came into existence by itself for no reason), and then by itself arranged itself into information systems against everything observed in real science? Or that a being with infinite intelligence,17 created information systems for life to exist, agreeing with real science? The answer seems obvious, so why don’t all intelligent scientists accept this? Michael Behe answers: ‘Many people, including many important and well-respected scientists, just don’t want there to be anything beyond nature. They don’t want a supernatural being to affect nature, no matter how brief or constructive the interaction may have been. In other words … they bring an a priori philosophical commitment to their science that restricts what kinds of explanations they will accept about the physical world. Sometimes this leads to rather odd behavior.’18 The crux of the matter is this: If one accepts there is a God who created us, then that God also owns us. He thus has a right to set the rules by which we must live. In the Bible, He has revealed to us that we are in rebellion against our Creator. Because of this rebellion called sin, our physical bodies are sentenced to death—but we will live on, either with God, or without Him in a place of judgment. But the good news is that our Creator provided, through the cross of Jesus Christ, a means of deliverance for our sin of rebellion, so that those who come to Him in faith, in repentance for their sin, can receive the forgiveness of a Holy God and spend forever with their Lord. So who created God? By definition, an infinite, eternal being has always existed—no one created God. He is the self-existing one—the great ‘I am’ of the Bible.19 He is outside of time—in fact, He created time. You might say, ‘But that means I have to accept this by faith, as I can’t understand it.’ We read in the book of Hebrews, ‘But without faith it is impossible to please him: for he that cometh to God must believe that he is, and that he is a rewarder of them that diligently seek him’ (Hebrews 11:6). But this is not blind faith, as some think. In fact, the evolutionists who deny God have a blind faith—they have to believe something that is against real science—namely, that information can arise from disorder by chance. The Christian faith is not a blind faith—it is a logically defensible faith. This is why the Bible makes it clear that anyone who does not believe in God is without excuse: ‘For the invisible things of him from the creation of the world are clearly seen, being understood by the things that are made, even his eternal power and Godhead; so that they are without excuse’ (Romans 1:20).


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For all of you non believers out there who want to talk about how there is no god let me tell you something that defies logic to science. There is a better chance that a tornadoe can rip through a junk yard and create an 5-16 fighter jet than the world and it's creations created by random chance of no design. that is what a scientist said. God help the sinners of the earth who do not accept his word... the rapture is coming quickly, even at the door and i don't want anyone to be cast into hell... i want to tell people about christ, because he paid for your sins on the cross... GET IT ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS JUST ACCEPT THE FACT THAT HE DIED ON THE CROSS FOR YOUR SINS AND YOU WILL NOT ENDURE THE WRATH OF THE GOD ALMIGHTY...email me and i'll give everyone the truth about whats coming in the close years to come if not the rapture could happen tommorow.

I have bizzare dreams usually, but this one was very vivid and strange. A little help?
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Sorry its kind of long, but it was really vivid. I am most interested as to the evil/bat people represent. So I had this weird dream last night, I belive it started out with me and around 6 guys and one other girl sitting in a hot spring in a cave, and we were passing around facewash. Idk. Lol. These guys were kind of older and weren’t really the ones that needed impressions made, but the girl next to me asked me if I had any earings she could wear, like pentagons or something because she wanted to be more hard core looking, and I was like well we can take a look. But I thought to myself that she was dumb. Then my job mixed with my cousin’s job, and I guess I worked at the hair salon with her, but it was also at the dietitian center at the university I work at. Lol. And I was organizing stuff and doing my regular job. Then while at my parentshouse, there were these dragon/bat people, they had wings and they weren’t nice. But I had a few interactions with them, and myself and another girl from the hair salon/dietition center, we were trying to study them, and while we were talking I interrupted because I had seen in my backyard (Acutally in the same part of my back yard I had a dream of in the past where there were little gnomes that lived there-it’s a lightly wooded area), the winged people were creating fortresses to hang up side down like bats,they were very ugly looking creatures, red/black like a wasp, gross faces, but stood in a human form with big wings. They would kill people and package their bodies in ground meat containers. As if it were ground turkey. gross. And they would have it sent to the person it would hurt the worst. Then I was on a train, and the dragon/bat people had taken another train, so myself and I think my cousin took the train after theirs to see if they left town, but as we were heading our direction, the train going back to town passed ours and they were on there, and there were more of them. And then we stopped at an amusement park (Which I had seen this before in a dream-the park) and I was trying to read the times of when it opens and how much it is, and Then the train left without me, so my car was there, and we got in my car and went the wrong way, so I had to take a windy round exit to get back on and turn around and go back the other way. On the way, I got a text from my friend from class, and he said call me asap. And I called him and his ring back tone was not a familiar song I knew but one that was I knew the artist. And he didn’t pick up. But ended up writing me another text, and I thought he was talking about the company I worded at because they offered him a co op position next year and I got laid off last year, but it didn’t make sense. It said something about a name, date, and dirt.


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the bat people most likely represent people around you or in your life who are playing with people's (or your) emotions or ruining their lives in some way (not literally killing them), hurting people. You are afraid of losing touch with your friend after the class is over (or afraid of losing touch with someone another friend), but your cousin's job, or your old job, might provide another connection. the name, date, and dirt is related to the theme of death started with the bat people. It goes back to the idea of losing someone or losing touch with them. The hot springs may represent that people whom you see as "not needing impressions made" might be seen by others as worthy of impressions. Maybe this means you should look into a relationship with this "friend" you are afraid of losing touch with, since you obviously care about that. :) Good luck!

moving in with boyfriend he wants to spend the rest of his life with me?
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I realize that someone who has lived alone for many years is set in his ways and I don't want to change that. I have been planning this move for almost 6 months and June is the month we decided to make the move. He has his house set up with race cars on every shelf or posters of nascar, etc. all over the house. He has a TV room with the wall covered in cars and it's set up like a "man cave". The living room has no furniture but one entertainment center and one chair. The entertainment center has trophies and cars displayed. I asked if I could decorate the living room and he said well of course you can but decorate around my stuff. OK, am I being unreasonable to feel like if this man wants to spend the rest of his life with me then I should be able to call it my home too. He doesn't seem to want to make any changes. I think he's a great guy, he has a kind and gentle heart and cares about people. We have a great time together. Should I bite the bullet and give on this issue or do you think it could be a long term problem that will surface eventually in my emotions. I realize you don't know me. I am willing to make compromises but I don't know if bitterness and unfairness mentality will spring up in my mind later if I don't have some say about how the home is decorated. Arkie mom, I appreciate your answer. I couldn't vote you best answer because I don't have enough points yet. Thank you.


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Don't give in to the issue. You do that, you will regret it in the future.

What are white american culture, what is chinese culture? who has more character?
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Who goes to Cabo San Lucus to party during spring break? Whiteboy. True What does whiteboy do and white girl do in spring break at Cabo? Alcohol, drugs, sex, sex, sex with everyone! True See any yellow people at Cabo? No. Why? The difference between white boy and yellow boy is white boy has no morals. White boy principle of life is screw screw screw until it falls off. Lie lie lie, to make money. Me me me culture and proud of it without any shame, that is white boy culture. Whiteboy believes having virtue, integrity, honesty, and all those traits get in the way of making money and getting laid. Evidence for this is “girls gone wild” videos, those on it have no shame, they wear it as a badge of honor to be on the video. Both whiteboys and whitegirls think its cool. Similarly these types o white people go to work or is as customers to Hooters Bar. These are the same people that work in White Corporate America after graduation in their pretty suits and skirts. All image folks. Behind closed doors, they screw each other like monkeys, like cave dwellers. They have a polished look at the office and when the doors are closed in their private rooms, watch out for the dropping semen everywhere. That is the true nature of whtieboy and their accomplice, whitegirl. How to find one like this? They go shop at Abercrombie and Fitch, white wear store. That store only hire white people in visible positions like cashiers and greeter at the doorway. They only let colored people to work in the backroom hidden so that these colored people don’t scare away the customer base the store sells to, white people. Just from this very fact, evidence show White people, mainstream in society here in America, still see a white superior class and are still bigots. Abercrombie and Fitch was sued for racial discrimination in its employment practices and now are forced by the courts to hire colored people for any position. Only a court order makes these bigots as least on the surface treat colored like real people and not the inferior class they truly believe colored people are. Abercrombie and Fitch is a store that sells white sex, where they have nude white models standing at the door waiting for opportunities. Jealous for yellow man? No not at all, that is another white boy myth. We American Born Chinese Men have plenty of admires from Chinese women from China. With American Born Chinese Women here in the states with their nose sky high, we ABC Men flock to China for the true beauty, and we get plenty of attention from them. We bypass these ABC women with their tattoos, blonde hair, and insecure and artifical mentality damaged from being Americanized and contaminated with western decadence culture (also known as white culture and Hollywood culture). I for example have 1000 women from China interested in me, its all documented in my files. So NO, we don’t need you white boy or white girl to feed our desires from. We don’t want to act white. We are not dying to want to come and live in the USA. We don’t all ride a bicycle in China to get around. We own cars, we don’t take out a loan like you white boys who got no money but want to project an image as if you are rich. Remember you got to own something before you can say your have it. Sorry to burst your white bubble. After so many years of listening to your white biased media echo chamber, I am sure you are learning a lot from my post. This suggest you don’t get out much outside of your circle of white snobby friends. Of course we all know you don’t want to look bad to your white friends if you actually associated with a yellow man because you think yellow man is well, yuk!!!!!!!! We all know how dumb you are outside of your own Gossip Girl, Glee, Beverly Hills 90210 soap dramas culture. You guys are out of date, get real, drop the phony image, get some values and intelligence and try not to get a divorce, can you do that? You call your society developed? I don’t interpret a developed society is one with a string of chemical factories selling poison to children as developed society. Your McDonalds and all the Capitalistic Phony Food Factories that you are spreading around this world is a Human Rights Violation Offense. You guys are baby killers for doing this. So don’t come to preach the Chinese about Human Rights, OK? Only you see it that way with your white eyeglasses. Take them off, maybe you will learn something from yellow man! Yellow man has proved American Democracy and American Capitalism is a crock. That is not the best way to improve society. China is doing a better job on both government and business to help the middle class have a higher quality of life. As you know, America claims to be a developed country. I would argue that the American person still lives in the dark ages, his character has much room for improvement. I would not call a string of poison factories like McDonalds and the like that is spreading arou


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Nobody is going to read all that sh!t.

Can someone paraphrase this poem for me PLEASE?
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Gary Soto - "Oranges" The first time I walked With a girl, I was twelve, Cold, and weighted down With two oranges in my jacket. December. Frost cracking Beneath my steps, my breath Before me, then gone, As I walked toward Her house, the one whose Porch light burned yellow Night and day, in any weather. A dog barked at me, until She came out pulling At her gloves, face bright With rouge. I smiled, Touched her shoulder, and led Her down the street, across A used car lot and a line Of newly planted trees, Until we were breathing Before a drugstore. We Entered, the tiny bell Bringing a saleslady Down a narrow aisle of goods. I turned to the candies Tiered like bleachers, And asked what she wanted - Light in her eyes, a smile Starting at the corners Of her mouth. I fingered A nickle in my pocket, And when she lifted a chocolate That cost a dime, I didn't say anything. I took the nickle from My pocket, then an orange, And set them quietly on The counter. When I looked up, The lady's eyes met mine, And held them, knowing Very well what it was all About. Outside, A few cars hissing past, Fog hanging like old Coats between the trees. I took my girl's hand In mine for two blocks, Then released it to let Her unwrap the chocolate. I peeled my orange That was so bright against The gray of December That, from some distance, Someone might have thought I was making a fire in my hands. what i mean by paraphrase is every three lines/sentences you say what it says from your understanding like for example shakespeare when you paraphrase shakespeare you put it in NORMAL text. IF possible please paraphrase these poems too. their rly easy Like the cat he scratches the flea camping in fur. Unlike the cat he delights in water up to his ears. He frolics. He catches a crooked stick – On his back he naps with legs straight up in the air. Nelson shudders awake. He responds to love From head to tail. In happiness His front legs march in place And his back legs spark when they push off. On a leash he knows his geography. For your sake he looks both ways before crossing, He sniffs at the sight of a poodle trimmed like a hedge, And he trots the street with you second in command. In the park, he ponders a squirrel attached to a tree And he shovels a paper cup on his nose. He sweeps after himself with his tail, And there is no hand that doesn't deserve a lick. Note this now, my friends: Nelson can account the heritage of heroic dogs: One, canines lead the blind, Two, they enter fire to rescue the child and the child's toy, Three, they swim for the drowning, Four, they spring at the thief, Five, they paddle ponds for the ball that got away, Six, for the elderly they walk side by side to the very end, Seven, they search for bones but stop when called, Eight, they bring mud to all parties, Nine, they poke among the ruins of a burnt house, Ten, they forgive what you dish out on a plate. Nelson is a companion, this much we know, And if he were a movie star, he would do his own stunts – O, how he would fly, climb the pant legs of a scoundrel And stand tall rafting on white-water rivers! He has befriended the kingdom of animals: He once ran with wolves but admittedly not very far, He stepped two paces into a cave and peeked at the bear, He sheltered a kitten, He righted the turtle pedaling its stumps on its back, Under the wheeling stars he caravanned with the mule, He steered sheep over a hill, He wisely let the skunk pass, He growled at the long-bearded miser, He joined ducks quacking with laughter, Once he leaped at a pheasant but later whined from guilt. Nelson's black nose is a compass in the wilds. He knows nature. He has spied spires of summer smoke, He circled cold campfires, He howled at a gopher and scratched at the moon, He doctored his wounds with his tongue, He has pawed a star of blood left in snow. He regards the fireplace, the embers like blinking cats, This too we know about Nelson. True, he is sometimes tied to parking meters And sometimes wears the cone of shame from the vet's office. But again, he is happiness. He presents his belly for a friendly scratch. If you call him, he will drop his tennis ball, Look up, and come running, This muddy friend for life. When you bring your nose To his nose for something like a kiss, You can find yourself in his eyes. and I was hoping to be happy by seventeen. School was a sharp check mark in the roll book, An obnoxious tuba playing at noon because our team Was going to win at night. The teachers were Too close to dying to understand. The hallways Stank of poor grades and unwashed hair. Thus, A friend and I sat watching the water on Saturday, Neither of us talking much, just warming ourselves By hurling large rocks at the dusty ground And feeling awful because San Francisco was a postcard On a bedroom wall. We wanted to go there, Hitchhike und


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in other word they mean chicken noodle soup

How is my writing so far?
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A SCREAMING COMES ACROSS THE SKY. It has happened before, but there is nothing to compare it to now. It is too late. The Evacuation still proceeds, but it's all theatre. There are no lights inside the cars. No light anywhere. Above him lift girders old as an iron queen, and glass somewhere far above that would let the light of day through. But it's night. He's afraid of the way the glass will fall soon it will be a spectacle: the fall of a crystal palace. But coming down in total blackout, without one glint of light, only great invisible crashing. Inside the carriage, which is built on several levels, he sits in velveteen darkness, with nothing to smoke, feeling metal nearer and farther rub and connect, steam escaping in puffs, a vibration in the carriage's frame, a poising, an uneasiness, all the others pressed in around, feeble ones, second sheep, all out of luck and time: drunks, old veterans still in shock from ordnance 20 years obsolete, hustlers in city clothes, derelicts, exhausted women with more children than it seems could belong to anyone, stacked about among the rest of the things to be carried out to salvation. Only the nearer faces are visible at all, and at that only as half-silvered images in a view finder, green-stained VIP faces remembered behind bulletproof windows speeding through the city. ... They have begun to move. They pass in line, out of the main station, out of downtown, and begin pushing into older and more desolate parts of the city. Is this the way out? Faces turn to the windows, but no one dares ask, not out loud. Rain comes down. No, this is not a disentanglement from, but a progressive knotting into they go in under archways, secret entrances of rotted concrete that only looked like loops of an underpass . . . certain trestles of blackened wood have moved slowly by overhead, and the smells begun of coal from days far to the past, smells of naphtha winters, of Sundays when no traffic came through, of the coral-like and mysteriously vital growth, around the blind curves and out the lonely spurs, a sour smell of rolling-stock absence, of maturing rust, developing through those emptying days brilliant and deep, especially at dawn, with blue shadows to seal its passage, to try to bring events to Absolute Zero . . . and it is poorer the deeper they go ... ruinous secret cities of poor, places whose names he has never heard. . . the walls break down, the roofs get fewer and so do the chances for light. The road, which ought to be opening out into a broader highway, instead has been getting narrower, more broken, cornering tighter and tighter until all at once, much too soon, they are under the final arch: brakes grab and spring terribly. It is a judgment from which there is no appeal. The caravan has halted. It is the end of the line. All the evacuees are ordered out. They move slowly, but without resistance. Those marshaling them wear cockades the color of lead, and do not speak. It is some vast, very old and dark hotel, an iron extension of the track and switchery by which they have come here. . . . Globular lights, painted a dark green, hang from under the fancy iron eaves, unlit for centuries . . . the crowd moves without murmurs or coughing down corridors straight and functional as warehouse aisles . . . velvet black surfaces contain the movement: the smell is of old wood, of remote wings empty all this time just reopened to accommodate the rush of souls, of cold plaster where all the rats have died, only their ghosts, still as cave-painting, fixed stubborn and luminous in the walls . . . the evacuees are taken in lots, by elevators moving wood scaffold open on all sides, hoisted by old tarry ropes and cast-iron pulleys whose spokes are shaped like Ss. At each brown floor, passengers move on and off. . . thousands of these hushed rooms without light. . . .


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This whole thing. It is choppy. I wouldn't recommend it. Did you see the joke I made there? Okay sorry, it's good that you're writing, keep it up, it'll only get better. Hope this helps!

What country is more developed in its cities and in what its government do for its citizens?
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The country in the world with the most billionaires is the USA followed by China in second place. True China has more millionaires that are women than those in the USA. True The biggest car market in the world is China. True China consumes 50% of the world’s concrete. True The fastest train in the world is in China. 216 miles per hour speed. From Guangzhou to Wuhan to Beijing. True People are dying to come to the USA for a better life, that includes the Chinese. False. The Chinese are not dying to come to the USA, in fact, many American Born Chinese Men are dying to go and work and live in China. This includes me. I have lived in China for five years now. I defected the USA. Of course you would not know this from looking through whiteboy eyeglasses or listening to biased whitewashed American Media. Shanghai is 9 times larger than New York City. China has more modern bridges and high tech bridges such as single needle suspension bridges than the USA. True China can build cities, roads, and waterways faster, bigger, and cheaper than the USA. True China is building a sea bridge from Hong Kong Island to Macau to be completed by 2016, a six year span. True The Oakland Bay Bridge in California is being replaced by a modern earthquake certified design and in construction now is manufactured and built in Shanghai and delivered to California for assembly. Made in China, assembled in the USA! True American Born Chinese Man are not intimidated by whiteboy. True American Born Chinese Man have morals and values whiteboy does not. True American Born Chinese Man work and live by retaining the Character Ethic. True White American Boy work and live by retaining the Personality Ethic. True You can learn about Character and Personality Ethic in the book “7 Habits of Highly Influential and Effective People” . Who goes to Cabo San Lucus to party during spring break? Whiteboy. True What does whiteboy do and white girl do in spring break at Cabo? Alcohol, drugs, sex, sex, sex with everyone! True See any yellow people at Cabo? No. Why? The difference between white boy and yellow boy is white boy has no morals. White boy principle of life is screw screw screw until it falls off. Lie lie lie, to make money. Me me me culture and proud of it without any shame, that is white boy culture. Whiteboy believes having virtue, integrity, honesty, and all those traits get in the way of making money and getting laid. Evidence for this is “girls gone wild” videos, those on it have no shame, they wear it as a badge of honor to be on the video. Both whiteboys and whitegirls think its cool. Similarly these types of white people go to work or is as customers to Hooters Bar. These are the same people that work in White Corporate America after graduation in their pretty suits and skirts. All image folks. Behind closed doors, they screw each other like monkeys, like cave dwellers. They have a polished look at the office and when the doors are closed in their private rooms, watch out for the dropping semen everywhere. That is the true nature of whtieboy and their accomplice, whitegirl. How to find one like this? They go shop at Abercrombie and Fitch, white wear store. That store only hire white people in visible positions like cashiers and greeter at the doorway. They only let colored people to work in the backroom hidden so that these colored people don’t scare away their main customer base they sell to, which are snobby, arrogant sex and drug addicted whites. Let me explain and connect the dots for you whites in case you don’t get it, which I doubt. If Abercrombie and Fitch allow colored employees to be visible in its stores, the white customers would not associate with the store brand which is clothing made for white people. This is the selling point, Abercrombie and Fitches brand loyalty is marketed to the white college crowd that likes to engage in alcohol, sex, and drugs, you know the crowd that is shown on “Girls Gone Wild” videos, or the white women that works at Hooters and white men that go there for the scenery, and the crowd that goes to Cabo San Lucus during spring break to have massive orgies with anyone that is white. Just from this very fact, evidence show white people, mainstream in society here in America, still see a white superior class and are still bigots. They include the college class - middleclass to rich class families, mainstreamers. Abercrombie and Fitch was sued for racial discrimination in its employment practices and now are forced by the courts to hire colored people for any position. Only a court order makes these bigots as least on the surface treat colored like real people and not the inferior class they truly believe colored people are. Abercrombie and Fitch is a store that sells sex for whites only, they have nude white models standing at the door. I never seen they hiring a colored one to stand there working for their stores. Imagine what


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Well; I couldn't read all the text, so I'll just answer to the first question: Developed country in its' cities: Germany Besto government for its' citizens: Canada, Switzerland