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Purple Hustle: invictus
http://purplehustle.blogspot.com/2010/07/invictus.html
Out of the night that covers me,. Black as the pit from pole to pole,. I thank whatever gods may be. For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance. I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance. My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears. Looms but the Horror of the shade,. And yet the menace of the years. Finds and shall find me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate,. How charged with punishments the scroll,.
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Purple Hustle: why.so.serious
http://purplehustle.blogspot.com/2009/02/whysoserious.html
Laughing is supposedly good for us. It brings the happiness, or excitement within us, to more climactic display, where others can see, and hopefully join u in the act. Some view it as a form of pressure reliever, while others think that laughing is the link for two persons of different worlds to bond together without the help of language. Its good and all, especially when ure indulging in a series of laughters. For those particular minutes or seconds, life seems to be good, and everything is well.
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Purple Hustle: empty.vessel
http://purplehustle.blogspot.com/2009/03/emptyvessel.html
The empty vessel makes the loudest noise.". The conventional method of interpreting the social meaning of this phrase would to assume that the empty vessel refers to someone who has the minimum of substance, content or intellect. Obviously, society has little tolerance for this group of people, and presumably so, views upon its views as unworthy or as "noise". Those that are deemed less knowing, are thought of to be ones who always have things to say, but lack substantial claims. Good morning. :).
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Purple Hustle: all.turning.for.the.worse?
http://purplehustle.blogspot.com/2010/04/allturningfortheworse.html
Allturning.for.the.worse? Stumbled upon this while i was browsing through profiles of ex-Beattyians. 8220;Lollipops turn into cigarettes. The innocent ones turn into sluts. Homework goes in the trash. Mobile phones are being used in class. Kisses turn into sex. Remember when getting high meant swinging on the playground? When protection meant wearing a helmet? When the worst things you could get from boys were cooties? Dad’s shoulders were the highest place on earth and Mom was your hero?
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Purple Hustle: papa.kena.curik
http://purplehustle.blogspot.com/2009/03/papakenacurik.html
27 divide 03 equals to 09. Ill not forget the night ever. :). And someone desperate took off with my camou-etnies yesterday. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). PORTFOLIO: Picasa Web Albums.
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Purple Hustle: parts.of.influence
http://purplehustle.blogspot.com/2009/04/partsofinfluence.html
No matter how strong and right we think we are, the thing that still holds true and steady would be the fact that our weaknesses define us still. It is the foundations that hold us to stand, and no matter how high our ego or success manage to reach, it would not be possible without them. Different parts, acting in different roles. For some we are strong, but in others we are weak. A tribute to all who have made a major impact to the way I am. Thank you, one and all. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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Purple Hustle: satu.malam
http://purplehustle.blogspot.com/2009/03/satumalam.html
A short, simple get-away. To a world where the edges are rougher, and where order is given a thorough mocking. Tastes are much more down to earth, and they make do with less. They strive to make it perfect, though it can be seen that no matter, it would always be otherwise. Much as how the reminders of an ambitious sprit lay in waste, frozen, against the backdrop of rolling hills of make-do slums. Cynicism of the human spirit can only sum up so far. Different faces, to the different boundaries set to them.
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Purple Hustle: why?
http://purplehustle.blogspot.com/2009/02/why.html
As much as how we regularly hear someone say that we learn better about ourselves and others when we ask questions,. Who'd admit that they had actually thought about it. The white rabbit in us keeps going into the hole, that we refuse to go back and see the light at the entrance, or at least, get out to see how the entrance of the hole look like. Or what is lying just beside the hole. U'd be surprised with how much power a solo syllable word which is "why" can do for you. Now where is my spade.
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Purple Hustle: very.short.post
http://purplehustle.blogspot.com/2009/02/veryshortpost.html
I was happy,. Looking at how ecstatic she was when i presented her Eclipse. Guess that is all there is. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). PORTFOLIO: Picasa Web Albums.
