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     | Sunday, October 08, 2000 - 12:32 pm Everyday is winding rope and you are getting closer to death. You wonder if anything you saw was ever real as you ponder. And sometimes your existence is questionable to you. You doubt if you ever born. you want good things in life but you don't get it. You think others are happy but i wished if you know what they are going through. So Alipapa "what is all about" you ask!."Yeah it is lesson #1 in life", said he--Alipapa. Do you know who are you?. not that you are son/daughter of Dick , Tom and Hurry but do you know your weak points? can you come over it?. Why you hate to face the reality?. Why do you like to blame others on what happens to your life?. Why you are denial and deffensive?. why don't you sit and set a goal and try to reach?. Do you know that you can do everything?. i say everthing. do you know your brain has no limit to store any huge database?.Then what da Fuckk you wait? take the fucking control of your life?. -face the reality and make confession that you have weak points. --if you don't tell your mom that you live her, don't expect to tell you that she loves you. And same goes to everybody else. take the first step. yes, you have difficulties by performing that task so does eveybody else. just keep on trying, you will find yourself succeeded. Do you hear me?. take the control of your life and stop whining i am fed up of your whining like i am better position. iam suffering to. and our difference is i am trying. that is it. But hold on! "what is all about?" alipapa asked?. "Yeah Lesson # 1 of life By knowing myself" you answer. that was bad dream! Alipapa
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| | Sunday, October 08, 2000 - 12:38 pm what the f**k is u on about....not that i read the whole thing...the first 3 lines were enuff
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| | Sunday, October 08, 2000 - 02:31 pm realitycheck@lol
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| | Sunday, October 08, 2000 - 07:37 pm Coming from you ... Nothing you say will make sense to me .
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| | Monday, October 09, 2000 - 07:02 am Alipapa yar highest and most important goal is to kick yarsefl in the butt while no one is looking and check in the nearest psychological institution. . . . C?...Ur stupid bro.
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| | Monday, October 09, 2000 - 09:05 am " I see! but don't much get it . so what is next?" you ask. "Today Dee's inspiration poem will be at work where you will learn Non-give-up philosophy's start of arts. Let's enjoy it. I know only those who have open minds will only be inspired". said He--Alipapa. The Race by Dee "Quit! Give up! You're beaten!" They shout at me and plead. "There's just too much against you now, This time you can't succeed." And as I start to hang my head In front of failure's face, My downward fall is broken by The memory of a race. And hope refills by weakened will As I recall that scene. For just the thought of that short race Rejuvenates my being. A children's race, young boys, young men. Now I remember well. They all lined up so full of hope. Each thought to win that race, Or tie for first, or if not that, At least take second place. And fathers watched from off the side Each cheering for his son. And each boy hoped to show his dad, That he would be the one. The whistle blew and off they went, Young hearts and hopes afire. To win to be the hero there Was each young boy's desire. And one boy in particular, Whose dad was in the crowd, Was running near the head and thought, "My dad will be so proud." But as they speeded down the field Across a shallow dip, The little boy who thought to win Lost his step and slipped. Trying hard to catch himself His hands flew out to brace, And mid the laughter of the crowd, He fell flat on his face. So down he fell and with him hope -he couldn't win it now-Embarrassed, sad, he only wished to disappear somehow. But as he fell, his dad stood up And showed his anxious face, Which to the boy so clearly said, "Get up and win the race." He quickly rose, no damage done -behind a bit, that's all- And ran with all his mind and might To make up for his fall -to catch up and to win- His mind went faster than his legs; He slipped and fell again! He wished then he had quit before With only one disgrace. "I'm hopeless as a runner now; I shouldn't try to race." But in the laughing crowd he searched And found his father's face. That steady look that said again, "Get up and win the race." So up he jumped to try again -ten yards behind the last- "If I'm to gain those yards," he thought, "I've got to move real fast." Exceeding everything he had, He gained back eight or ten, But trying so to catch the lead, He slipped and fell again! Defeat! He lay there silently -a tear dropped from his eye- "There is no sense in running more; Three strikes, I'm out, why try?" The will to rise had disappeared. All hope had fled away. So far behind, so error prone, A loser all the way. "I've lost, so what's the use?" he thought. "I'll live with my disgrace." But then he thought about his dad, Who soon he'd have to face. "Get up!" an echo sounded low. "Get up and take your place. You were not meant for failure here; Get up and win the race." "With borrowed will get up," it said. "You haven't lost at all. For winning is no more than this, TO RISE EACH TIME YOU FALL" So up he rose to run once more, And with a new commit, He resolved that win or lose, At least he wouldn't quit. So far behind the others now -the most he'd ever been- Still he gave it all he had And ran as though to win. Three times he'd fallen stumbling. Three times he'd rose again. Too far behind to hope to win, He still ran to the end. They cheered the winning runner As he crossed the line first place. Head high and proud and happy. No falling, no disgrace. But when the fallen youngster Crossed the line last place, The crowd gave him the greater cheer For finishing the race. And even though he came in last, With head bowed low, unproud, You would have thought he won the race To listen to the crowd. And to his dad, he sadly said, "I didn't do so well." "To me, you won!" his father said, "You rose each time you fell." And now when things seem dark and hard And difficult to face, The memory of that little boy Helps me to win my race. For all of life is like that race With ups and downs and all, And all you have to do to win Is rise each time you fall. But another voice within me says, "GET UP AND WIN THE RACE!" "So what is was the lesson i have to have learn this lose" you shout!. " I say, thought it seems torture, you see non-giving up you can succeed. Ans sorry to tell you but it is the only way to reach the goals you set. And by the way, this is lesson #2 of Don't you fucking give up" Said he--alipapa.
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| | Monday, October 09, 2000 - 10:33 am This is really crazy, IM cursing him out and he doesn’t see it.
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| | Monday, October 09, 2000 - 12:56 pm my God...he's at it again...take about ignoring...go ahead maybe, just maybe someone...some day will apreaciate your bad work...just one question though...were you high at the time of these postings???
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| | Tuesday, October 10, 2000 - 07:03 am alipapa we know you were born out of wedlock.. stop taking on your mom, it wasn't her fault things happened unplanned in life. take it easy and get on with your life will ya.......!!!!!!
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| | Friday, October 13, 2000 - 09:40 pm Wait ! what is wrong with those motherfuckers?. You listen to me , hebel, realitychek, dunya and cade. Why you bastards are so angry to the bones?. tell you what! born bastards, I was only meant to help you out to unfucked yourselves since you are among this fucked up society. However,now i see that i am in the center of a battle that i can't win since I am the only sane person fighting at a hospital full of mental patients. Damn it! i should have known better!. It was after i got tired of debating with some bitches and bastards that can't even answer "yes" or "no" questions and after i had seen that all those fucked up society knows is endless and mary-go-round talk that i decided to be one-way street--just talk on the top of my head. And that is when I began this thread which i only meant to air some wisdom to make some mysteries of life unlocked. Now, i see all those mental-patient morons are still after me--trying to drag me to the mud. For now i remembered Steve Picko's words of "some people don't want to be helped since to them facing the truth is their biggest problem", i was forced to rest my case and stop my whole topic of wisdom. And now if that makes anyone of you bitches and bastards up there, alipapa is outa here. However, the desert man, will be on lurk from time to time. Bye all of you mother fuckers up there. Alipapa
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| | Friday, October 13, 2000 - 09:59 pm ali papa did you mean steve bicko?bitch. we know you meant to be vunerable for once so get out with it.no more explanations.fack face
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