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Fresh Meat [08 Aug 2013|02:35pm]

Originally posted by belle_fatale8 at Fresh Meat
Hello World!

Decided to join the dark side, entered the blogger's universe...

At this point I'm not exactly sure whether this is a good or bad thing but...to hell with it.

Would like to welcome you to my shameless journal.
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The hardest novel in the market [01 Apr 2011|03:14am]


The toughest writers of the world are the ones that put that knuckle in storytelling. Blessings goes out accordingly to Dashiell Hammett, Mickey Spillane, James Patterson, Walter Mosley, Robert Crais, Donald Goines, Raymond Chandler, Michael Connelly, Elmore Leonard, Dennis LeHane, Ian Fleming, James Ellroy, K'wan Foye, Korede Abayomi, Chinue Achebe, Edgar Poe, Ernest Hemingway, etc. If you've read these writers then you know exactly what I'm talking about, with their gritty tales. I just finish this new novel last night, called Shebang!, and I honestly think it's the best hardcore fiction I've ever read. The storyline is filled with conflicts, police against thugs, and the smooth ladies. This writer (Korede Abayomi) wasn't playing with his characters, because, as a reader, it shocks you (sometimes deeply) when a character you're starting to build a bond with suddenly dies. The Police were the adamant subject of this novel, as it decipher their methods, the methods of the NYPD, used against their fiercest enemies, the common thugs. 

Here's the printed synopsis of Shebang!

Imagine New York City in a state of panic, a frenzy shoot-out in the middle of Times Square, a race war brewing between two gangs, citizens and journalists alike clamoring about the murder-rate, and the NYPD armed and ready to shoot it out with their rivals.., all these stemming from a shocking murder that rock the east-side of Brooklyn.
For hard-nosed detectives like Shawn and Philip, solving crimes and catching murderers is a daily job. But how will they handle chaos and insurgency in the Big Apple? Who will survive, and how will the victory be won?

The shocker - and saddest part - of this novel is when Philip (one of the hard-nosed detectives) was suddenly gunned down, in broad daylight. That's when the chaos in New York City began, with the surviving detective (Shawn) mounting a full force against the city gangs. City-wide raids were enforced, and the insurgents were killed off one by one, in a very stylish way you can only read about. This book is fun.  Forty chapters of non-stop action and suspense.

When my friend first told me about this novel Shebang! , and the writer, i decided to look up his name that night on the internet, and then I clicked on his homepage Koredeabayomi.org   Here I saw that he was offering full digital downloads of Shebang! for free only for that week -  two weeks ago). I downloaded the book, and i was blown away by the first chapters. I continued reading on through my laptop until my eyes got tired from the flashing screen. The next day i decided to order the AUTOGRAPHED copy of the book, from the same website. Simply put, this is the best $12  i have ever spent, especially in this new age, when you can download, and then place an order for the writer's signature; especially one of this magnitude. I'll say no more.

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mexican ladygagafan4lyfe? [22 Jul 2009|09:45pm]

[ mood | weird ]

The other day I was at the gas station, I had like twenty bucks left to put in my tank so I was kinda stuck there when this silver totally fucked honda thingy car rolled up behind me bumpin Poker Face. This mexican dood in a cowboy hat, no shirt, a trench coat, and no shoes started yelling at me. He kept asking me if I was from California and if I had a husband... after what seemed like fifteen billion hours of some creepy spanglish he told me he had a lot of money. Then he took out a huge pile of like dollar bills and gives me six dollars and tells me to forget my husband. Finally his buddy jumps out of the car and practically drags him to the car.

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Just a Story [10 Jan 2009|02:42pm]

I decided to go to the beach last weekend just to get away from this piss ant town for a couple days and relax. It was early Saturday morning, about 6 am and my father was planning to go watch the marathon runners start their triathlon in Seaside. He came into the guest bedroom and awoke me and asked if I wanted to go, I said I couldn’t understand why anyone would want to go see people run and to never awake me to ask me a stupid question like that again. Content with my answer he left and I proceeded to dream of a better life. When I awoke, around 8, I got up and headed for the bedroom door, I reached to turn the doorknob when I realized it was broke. I didn’t panic, figuring that I would be able to jar the door open eventually, but soon a minute turned into 20, and I couldn’t get this fucking door open. I was trapped, in my bedroom on the second floor and I had to take a piss. I didn’t have a phone and I knew my dad wouldn’t be returning for maybe hours. I decided to go to the window to see if I could jump, but no luck, it was a good 15 foot drop onto sand, with those annoying little green spiky things that hurt like hell to step on. I was really getting desperate so I decided to open the window and make a rope with my sheets on my bed. I tied two sheets together and tied it to the base of the bed. I throw the makeshift rope out the window and quickly looked around to see if anybody was watching, I really didn’t want some shmuck watching me make a fool out of myself climbing out of a window. But luckily the coast was clear, I sat there by the window for a second wondering if the sheets would hold me, it was a good fall if I fell and I would definitely get fucked up if I did, but my mind was set, I was going to climb out, but just before I was about to go I heard a voice. “ What the hell are you doing? Is your house on Fire?” Some dude who was in the house behind mine, was out on his balcony having a morning coffee. He looked to be about 30-35 and seemed very intrigued by the situation. I silently said to myself, Fuck! The last thing I wanted was some ass watching me and asking questions. I looked up to him and said, “I’m locked in my room and nobody else is here, this is the only way out.” The dude looks at me for a second, and says, “How do you lock yourself in your room?” I told him the lock broke, he then said, “You know that sheet isn’t going to hold don’t you.” I slowly turned and stared with hatred at this guy, what the fuck was his deal, the son of a bitch was just watching and giving unnecessary commentary. I said, “ Don’t you have something better to do.” He replied, “ HA, nope, I’m not gonna miss this, I might need to call a ambulance when you brake your leg.” I couldn’t take his shit anymore, I decided to ignore the cunt and just go, but before I did, I realized that I probably should throw some pillows down just incase the sheets didn’t hold. So I throw my 2 pillows down and a extra sheet to pad my landing, then the dude says, “ You think that’s actually gonna help?” I quickly responded with a “shut the fuck up!” I braced myself and slowly started the descent down, the sheet was actually holding, I was about half way down when I heard the guy go “ahhh.” Haha, He was wrong I thought, I was going to make it, I was almost there then the sheet came lose and I came crashing to the ground right on my side, the guy was right, the sheet didn’t hold and the pillows didn’t pad my landing. The stranger gave out a very long and loud obnoxious laugh. I quickly gathered myself together and started to head back inside. All I heard walking off was that creep laughing and laughing. I’m sure from his perceptive it was a quite amusing situation and I myself might have acted the same way, but I still really hate that dude for being such an ass about it and I hope something much worse happens to him.
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Soooo.... [18 Dec 2008|10:09pm]

[ mood | amused ]

Now my exams are all finished =D
I can just kick back and relax

Today on the train home there was a guy sitting across the aisle from me with a notebook and a pencil.
I first noticed that he was left handed.
Then I thought what he was drawing kind of looked like Sonic the Hedgehog
Then I realised that he knew the people across from him and he was drawing cartoon characters and they'd to guess who they were.

Sure enough, there was Sonic =]

Then I got tired of them talking for ages and looked out the window and read the paper of the guy next to me.
Apparently Mandelson is ready to bail out the top car companies that are in trouble.

Then he'd drawn Daffy Duck.

Then the last one annoyed me. Because it was clearly Gnasher - of Dennis the Menace and Gnasher.

You could tell that from the eyes and the fur, but then he drew the teeth and it was obvious.
But the stupid people across from him couldn't get it, and it was taking all of me not to go ITS GNASHER!!

He had to draw most of Dennis the Menace before the guy even clocked on to who that was, and then went OH AND THAT MUST BE HIS DOG GNASHER!!


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[03 Oct 2008|11:13am]

Hello! I thought up of a strange community and I was wondering whether anyone would be interested? I did this for a writing class, and I found it helped... a lot. Especially when I'm on an author's block. :D

RULES: (Though really, there are none)

Write, but don't change what you have written. Don't use the delete button.

Write whatever you want.

Let your thoughts run free. Don't even think if what you wrote is good - just write.

That's all. Does anyone want to try?


p.s I'm also very new to livejournal! :D
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many emotions...venting [02 Oct 2008|02:25pm]

I usually post about my ED but right now I suppose I'm more caught up in the weight of my heart. I met this guy 3 years ago but we began dating around the 4th of July. We started out be really really good friends. I believe we sometimes see someone and want there to be a connection so badly that we sort of make it happen but tell ourselves it was natural. This guy (we'll call him Tom)is a bit older than me and wasn't my ideal kind of guy at first but he became my total buddy. Our relationship was based on trust and respect and on a smaller level still is. Though at the begining I did notice that he only had one friend (besides me)that consisted of 95% of his social life and it had probably been that way for a while. In the back of my mind I kept wondering if the way he at times seemed to be...I guess obsessed it to strong of a word but I would wonder if I was mostly a ticket out of his loneliness but how could I find that out for sure? Anyways about 2 months later he became more comfortable in letting his temper tantrums/way to gain control show. When he would do something I disagreed with and I would say it would try to always get really mad at any tiny thing I disagreed with and try to intimidate me into biting my tongue when I felt he wasn't treating me right or I disagreed. He does this every time we are together. Sometimes he'll drag it out but it seems when he has something to gain than he cuts it short.Though he shows that he has a lot of love for me. I know your probably thinking yeah you just want to believe that but I could tell that he wasn't faking how strongly he felt towards me by the people closest to him. If he really cherishes me why the tantrums that pulls us apart? How can someone do both to someone? Is it b/c he knows I'll keep coming back? Which I think is a strong possibility but if that is the case I still don't get it. I was curious what other people thought about the situation.
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arrested! well, almost anyway... [28 May 2008|11:30am]

So on monday I was at a birthday party and we decided to play fugitive(where you try to get from point A to point B on foot while people in cars hunt you down. It was one of my favorite games in high school so I was excited. I dressed in all black and was wearing gloves and a hat to cover up my glow-in-the-dark features. I was sneaking around the city building and I heard someone yell "hey!" so I took off around the corner and away from them. I hid in some bushes for a few minutes and then went to go on but there was a real cop waiting for me. He cuffed me and searched me and all that stuff. luckily he let me call the other people that were playing and they came and confirmed that I wasn't a burglar. definitley an experience worth having.
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Poetic Justice [18 May 2008|10:49pm]

[ mood | happy ]

So last summer I was selling security systems door to door in Spokane WA when a total hottie answered one of the doors i knocked on. I could tell after a couple of minutes that I wasn't going to get her to buy anything but I kept talking to her anyway cause she was hot. Then this dude came up from the detached garage or shed or whatever it was to the side of the house I didn't pay much attention cause i was busy talking to the hot girl and then the girl said "oh ya, if you're trying to sell something you'll have to talk to my boyfriend, he's kinda in charge around here." so I looked at this dude and he was obviously a hardened thug, probably a crip judging from the colors he was wearing and the graffiti in the area, and he definitely didn't like me talking to his girlfriend. So i decided i would give this guy a couple of lines to try to sell to him and get the hell out. However, as I was talking to him getting ready to leave some other dude who was probably either on drugs or should have been came out of the house and started circling me. Then he got the way of my leaving and was all "I wanna check out your merchandise. Get in the house." So I was like "that's cool" and i stepped in the front door. I got into about the center of the front room and this dude started shoving me and screaming "up against the wall!" I turned sideways towards him and leaned in a bit so it wasn't so easy for him to push me and said "whoa! what? did you want to frisk me?" and the guy was like "Hell, ya i frisk you!!" and the girl called the dude by name but i can't remember it and she was saying something along the lines of "calm down, you're gonna get yourself put back in jail." but i can't remember exactly cause my attention had shifted from the hot girl to the belligerent crackhead who was trying to decide if he wanted to rape me, beat me, or beat me then rape me. and this dude was yelling at the top of his lungs "NO! HE'S FUCKING FED TRYING TO GET ALL UP IN OUR SHIT! WELL I'M GONNA GET ALL UP IN HIM!" He reached across my front real slow like he was going for my junk but i breathed a silent sigh of relief when he kept going and grabbed at my left pocket where my cell phone was poking out a bit and said "whats that?" I pulled out my phone and car keys and was like "just my keys and crappy phone." Then i reached slowly into my right pocket to pull out my wallet and the other first dude said "nuh uh we don't play like that." but i kept going and said "it's just my wallet." luckily i had spent all my money on groceries that morning so it was empty, except for my id's one of which is an airforce card I have cause my of my dad which only says "United States Uniformed Services" on the top of it and is definitely official looking. I was sure that if they saw that I was dead so I made like the cards were totally unimportant and shuffled through them real quick so they couldn't see what any of them were. They laughed at me and called me a "broke ass nigger". Then they shoved me out the door warning me to never let them see me again. I told my manager what happened when I got back to the office and he laughed at me and told me about how bad it is in compton and stuff and how the year before some girl got held for ransom and crap. and then, he wouldn't let me work another part of town! so I quit and got a job at boys home where I make little thugs in training that got caught pick up trash on the side of the road and all sorts of other crap they don't like. That's what I call poetic justice.

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insensitive [15 May 2008|12:57am]

I was on iscribble.net and someone was upset about how they thought they didn't draw well enough. It made me realize that a long time ago I stopped being a good friend because I'm extremely insensitive. It never bothered me before.

I told her to stop being a pussy and just draw already. She said she was a perfectionist and couldn't do something unless it was perfect. Of course she spelt "perfect" wrong(leaving out the "E") and I mentioned that someone who was that anal wouldn't had hit "enter" without the "e" in "perfect". She said her computer was fucked up, but that still doesn't make sense to me if you're a hardcore perfectionist. Even the smallest errors should be repaired, almost to obsession, if you're a perfectionist. So the computer would have been fixed almost immiedately. She went on about talking about how seeing people draw so well discouraged her. I said "You know, that's life. Someone is always better than you, and someone's always worse. If you have trouble with your esteem, maybe you should always draw with people who suck worse than you do. Like a bunch of 5 year olds. Little kids always suck at drawing."

That wasn't good enough. So I told her if looking at good art made her feel so bad, to never look at art, ever again.

It is at this point she started bitching about not being able to just complain. I began to get curious as to why someone wouldn't expect responce of all natures and be in a chat room full of people who not only have emotional distance, but huge physical distance.

I'm still not bothered by my insensitivity, but the subject got boring and I started talking about dogs.

Though I'm curious to find a subject that'll move me.

...things get pretty bad when a conversation about dogs and why they follow you is more interesting(and it's probably because you smell like bacon or fear. Fearful bacon, even.)
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[20 Dec 2007|07:15pm]

Today it was the last day of school and now it's winter break. the end.
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[07 Dec 2007|04:45pm]

Today in English we were talking about this character from a book in groups and we had to write desctiptive words about him, so someone said religious and everyone wrote it down. He was Jewish too so I was like "Oh, Jewish, that's another one!" and someone goes "that's not a desctiptive word." and I said "yahhh it is, Jewish is the same as religious!" And obviously I MEANT that like, if religious was a descriptive word than Jewish would be too, and I tried to explain that but everyone was just like "You are SO stupid, Jewish is a religion, it doesn't MEAN religious, god." It was very frustrating cause no one understood. :/
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Ok so Im New. Call Me Mario. [04 Dec 2007|05:17pm]

[ mood | worried ]

 Today I didnt feel like going to school,so I stayed home. I do this once a week, and I really hate missing school. Ahahah plus the fact that my friends call me 'future-drop-out' but sometimes I just dont want to go, know what I mean? Im failing half my classes, and I doubt I'm gonna make it to college. Im in the 10th grade. I was so lucky I made the 9th grade with perfect grades. Now Im just falling behind. I have made the wrong friends, and I have done so many things. I dont regret what I have done, I dont even want to regret anything I will do, or what I have done. But I dont want to make my mom 'upset' my family has been through alot, and I dont want to be a bump in the road. D; Such a bad impression of me posting my first entry like this; ahahah. :/ 

- Mario 

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[05 Aug 2007|07:56pm]
hi everyone! 
thanks for your support!!
i have made it into the top 10!
please keep voting (you can do it once every 24 hours).
also now you can add me on myspace!!
tell all your friends!!
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[04 Aug 2007|10:46pm]
i really want to be on flavor of love.
if i get into the top 5 i get on
i really need you to vote for me
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My Brain Went Ouch [26 Jul 2007|04:59pm]

I currently work in a restaurant that has a nubmer of yogurt based milkshake/smoothie style drinks. One of them has like 6 different kinds of fruit and another has oreoes etc. One of them is called Chocolate Monkey because it has chocolate and banana. A guy asked if it was a racist drink. My brain went ouch.
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[24 Jun 2007|06:12pm]

I have many identities that I try to keep secret. Sometimes I reveal a little here and there, but normally my "good judgment" intervenes. 

There are about 13 of me. I'm not sure whether I genetically inherited this thought process or if it's been learned. Although the latter is less likely because I didn't learn how to dissect myself from anyone. 

I view it all as a living thought process. My personalities are my protection. None are extremely far out in the shocking or psychotic sense. I only want to do something artful with my life.
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[18 Apr 2006|05:09pm]

i had a dream last night that i was playing ddr at a vintage party back in my hometown with my mums christians friends children. i was playing some sort of wiggles or disney ddr ment for kids, it was a double mat one, but there was only one mat. and the tv was right above my head, so i had to look up and play which made me feel dizzy. the kids laughed at me. when i woke, i felt hurt and embarassed.
i've been alone all today, so i played dress ups on my own.
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the story of today [26 Mar 2006|08:42pm]

This morning I woke up and my cat was still alive. I wasn't afraid that she would die through the night, but I was afraid of finding her dead. Good thing at least one of my irrational thoughts were quelled.

Breakfast was better. My hashbrowns tasted like cigarette ashes though. It's been over 10 years since I tasted cigarette ashes but I still remember what they taste like. The best part was the buttery toast.

Jose had some lengthy discussion with his son about how typical it is for one to get fired based on his responsible attitude, which pissed me off a great deal, so I tried not to listen. He spoke much louder than the rest of the crowded diner at times, so I just ate faster to try to distract myself.
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[01 Nov 2005|10:35am]

What you think about this girl?

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