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Getting Through : Music and Songs
I Ain't Madatcha | from tuneman7 - Monday, February 19, 2007
accessed 1362 times A bittersweet piece of urban poetry.
A goodbye song of sorts. Stay relaxed.
Tupac, in my opinion was the black prophet of the streets.
Rest in peace, homie.
http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/2pac/iaintmadatcha.html
"I Ain't Mad At Cha"
(feat. Danny Boy)
Change, shit
I guess change is good for any of us
Whatever it take for any of y'all niggaz to get up out the hood
Shit, I'm wit cha, I ain't mad at cha
Got nuttin but love for ya, do your thing boy
Yeah, all the homies that I ain't talk to in a while
I'ma send this one out for y'all, knahmean?
Cause I ain't mad at cha
Heard y'all tearin up shit out there, kickin up dust
[Danny Boy] I ain't...
Givin a motherfucker, heheheheheh
Yeah, niggaz
[Danny Boy] ...mad at cha
Cause I ain't mad at cha
[Verse One: 2Pac]
Now we was once two niggaz of the same kind
Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line
You was just a little smaller but you still roller
Got stretched to Y.A. and hit the hood swoll
Member when you had a jheri curl didn't quite learn
On the block, witcha glock, trippin off sherm
Collect calls to the till, sayin how ya changed
Oh you a Muslim now, no more dope game
Heard you might be comin home, just got bail
Wanna go to the Mosque, don't wanna chase tail
I seems I lost my little homie he's a changed man
Hit the pen and now no sinnin is the game plan
When I talk about money all you see is the struggle
When I tell you I'm livin large you tell me it's trouble
Congratulation on the weddin, I hope your wife know
She got a playa for life, and that's no bullshitin
I know we grew apart, you probably don't remember
I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her
And I can see us after school, we'd BOMB
on the first motherfucker with the wrong shit on
Now the whole shit's changed, and we don't even kick it
Got a big money scheme, and you ain't even with it
Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker bad
Go toe to toe when it's time for roll you got a brother's back
And I can't even trip, cause I'm just laughin at cha
You tryin hard to maintain, then go head
cause I ain't mad at cha
(Hmm, I ain't mad at cha)
[Chorus: Danny Boy]
I ain't, mad, at cha [2Pac:] (I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't, mad, at cha
[Verse Two: 2Pac]
We used to be like distant cousins, fightin, playin dozens
Whole neighborhood buzzin, knowin, that we wasn't
Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs
I'm gettin blitzed and I reminsce on all the times we shared
Besides bumpin n grindin wasn't nothin on our mind
In time we learned to live a life of crime
Rewind us back, to a time was much too young to know
I caught a felony lovin the way the guns blow
And even though we seperated, you said that you'd wait
Don't give nobody no coochie while I be locked up state
I kiss my Mama goodbye, and wipe the tears from her lonely eyes
Said I'll return but I gotta fight the fate's arrived
Don't shed a tear, cause Mama I ain't happy here
I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years
They got me goin mad, I'm knockin busters on they backs
in my cell, thinkin, "Hell, I know one day I'll be back"
As soon as I touch down
I told my girl I'll be there, so prepare, to get fucked down
The homies wanna kick it, but I'm just laughin at cha
Cause youse a down ass bitch, and I ain't mad at cha
[Chorus: Danny Boy]
I ain't, mad, at cha [2Pac:] (I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't, mad, at cha [2Pac:] (A true down ass bitch, and I ain't mad at cha)
[Verse Three: 2Pac]
Well guess who's movin up, this nigga's ballin now
Bitches be callin to get it, hookers keep fallin down
He went from nuttin to lots, ten carots to rock
Went from a nobody nigga to the big, man on the block
He's Mister local celebrity, addicted to move a key
Most hated by enemy, escape in the Luxury
See, first you was our nigga but you made it, so the choice is made
Now we gotta slay you why you faded, in the younger days
So full of pain while the weapons blaze
Gettin so high off that bomb hopin we make it, to the better days
Cause crime pays, and in time, you'll find a rhyme'll blaze
You'll feel the fire from the niggaz in my younger days
So many changed on me, so many tried to plot
That I keep a glock beside my head, when will it stop?
Til God return me to my essence
Cause even as a adolescents, I refuse to be a convalescent
So many questions, and they ask me if I'm still down
I moved up out of the ghetto, so I ain't real now?
They got so much to say, but I'm just laughin at cha
You niggaz just don't know, but I ain't mad at cha
[Chorus: Danny Boy]
I ain't, mad at cha [2Pac:] (and I ain't mad at cha)
Iiiiiiiii ain't mad [2Pac:] (hell nah I ain't mad at cha) at cha
I ain't, mad at mha [2Pac:] (and I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't, mad at cha [2Pac:] (I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't, mad at cha, noooo
I ain't mad at chaaaaahhhhhhhh
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Reader's comments on this article Add a new comment on this article |  from For Your Consideration
Tuesday, February 20, 2007 - 19:55
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Nominating Tuneman7 for counter-relaxationary of the year award.
Tuneman7, is it only your level of relaxation that counts? How about the level of relaxation of others?
Can't we live in peace? It's better than resting in peace.
Non-violence rocks.
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| | | |  From tuneman7
Wednesday, February 21, 2007, 20:59
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Man, this thing brings a massive grin to my face!
Just think of it, I'm being nominated for the following:
counter-relaxationary of the year. Wow!
It's really flattering to be insulted with one's one vernacular. Imitation is the sincercest form of flattery. I'm so flattered.
In the meantime: I'm setting up my own award society which will be awarding these on the yearly basis it will be as follows:
The Relaxationist of the Year
There's also another award:
The Counter-Relaxationist of the Year:
Then there's the award:
The Anti-Counter-Relaxationist of the Year:
Farctoral (look the thing up in a dictionary, if you can't read, learn to!) ad nauseum.
Now, take your unrelaxed piece of s*I^%#1@ttttttttttt and RUN, DON'T WALK, TO THE NEAREST INSANE ASYLUMN AND GET YOURSELF ON SOME SERIOUS ANTI PSYCHOTIC MEDICATION.
If you are unable to do the above, I don't care, however, my desire remains that you do as follows:
GET LOST!!!!!!!!
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| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | From tuneman7
Tuesday, February 20, 2007, 21:06
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Criminal prosecution of, and later civil litigation against persons who commit crimes against others rocks!!!!
You're making it sound like some totalitarian regime exists that forces you to be on the internet and read this article.
"Can't we live in peace?" -- What a joke you are.
Tips for living in peace:
1. Move to Palm Springs, California
2. Isolate yourself from society.
3. If you are a survivor of abuse seek no professional help whatsoever.
4. Pick on and lie about all your spouse's friends in an attempt to isolate your spouse from society and make them soley dependant on you for social interaction and emotional growth (retardation in this case).
5. Stop watching TV.
6. Stop listening to the radio.
7. Do not go to University.
8. Unplug your computer from the internet.
9. Avoid libraries or other locations where you might come in contact with books.
10. Don't talk to open minded people who's opinions may differ from yours.
11. For best results join a cult of isolationists, if you can fnd a cult of isolationists where the leadership is not criminal, you in luck. Join that cult immediately and be at peace.
Pling! --- Just like magic, you'll have your peace.
In the meantime, some of us are big enough persons to use our own name and hang out with the big people in the real world.
If you don't like the lyrics, post a rant against Tupac. He won't hear you, though, he's dead and has been for some time.
Options:
1. Get relaxed
2. Get lost ( my personal favorite).
Here are some lyrics from Dr. Dre, go and pick a beef with him if you don't like them and leave me alone.
As for the award, I accept the nomination, send me the plaque and I'll put it on my wall with my other awards.
Stay relaxed,
Don Irwin
DR DRE LYRICS
"Forgot About Dre"
(feat. Eminem)
[Dr Dre]
Ya'll know me still the same ol' G
But I been low key
Hated on by most these niggas
Wit no cheese, no deals and no G's, no wheels and no keys
No boats, no snowmobiles and no ski's
Mad at me cause
I can finally afford to provide my family wit groceries
Got a crib wit a studio and it's all full of tracks
To add to the wall full of plaques
Hangin up in the office in back of my house like trophies
But ya'll think I'm gonna let my dough freeze
Ho Please
You better bow down on both knees
Who you think taught you to smoke trees
Who you think brought you the o' G's
Eazy-E's Ice Cube's and D.O.C's and Snoop D O double G's
And a group that said muthafuck the police
Gave you a tape full of dope beats
To bump when stroll through in your hood
And when your album sales wasn't doin too good
Who's the doc that he told you to go see
Ya'll better listen up closely
All you niggas that said that I turned pop
Or the Firm flop
ya'll are the reason Dre ain't been getting no sleep
So fuck ya'll all of ya'll
If ya'll don't like me blow me
Ya'll are gonna keep fuckin around wit me
And turn me back to the old me
[chorus x2 - Eminem]
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say
But nothin comes out when they move they lips
Just a buncha gibberish
And muthafuckas act like they forgot about Dre
[Eminem]
So what do you say to somebody you hate
Or anybody tryna bring trouble your way
Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way
Just study your tape of NWA.
One day I was walkin by
Wit a walkmen on
When I caught a guy givin me an awkward eye
And strangled him off in the parkin lot wit his Karl Kani
I don't give a fuck if it's dark or not
I'm harder than me tryna park a Dodge
But I'm drunk as fuck
Right next to a humungous truck in a two car garage
Hoppin out wit two broken legs tryna walk it off
Fuck you too bitch call the cops
I'ma kill you and them loud ass muthafuckin barkin dogs
And when the cops came through
Me and Dre stood next to a burnt down house
Wit a can full of gas and a hand full of matches
And still weren't found out
From here on out it's the Chronic 2
Startin today and tomorrows the new
And I'm still loco enough
To choke you to death wit a Charleston chew
[Record scratch]
Slim shady hotter then a set of twin babies
In a Mercedes Benz wit the windows up
And the temp goes up to the mid 80's
Callin men ladies
Sorry Doc but I been crazy
There is no way that you can save me
It's ok go with him Hailey
[chorus x2]
[Dr Dre]
If it was up to me
You muthafuckas would stop comin up to me
Wit your hands out lookin up to me
Like you want somethin free
When my last cd was out you wasn't bumpin me
But now that I got this little company
Everybody wanna come to me like it was some disease
But you won't get a crumb from me
Cause I'm from the streets of Compton
I told em all
All them little gangstas
Who you think helped mold 'em all
Now you wanna run around and talk about guns
Like I ain't got none
What you think I sold 'em all
Cause I stay well off
Now all I get is hate mail all day sayin Dre fell off
What cause I been in the lab wit a pen and a pad
Tryna get this damn label off
I ain't havin that
This is the millenium of Aftermath
It ain't gonna be nothin after that
So give me one more platinum plaque and fuck rap
You can have it back
So where's all the mad rappers at
It's like a jungle in this habitat
But all you savage cats
Knew that I was strapped wit gats
When you were cuddled wit cabbage patch
[Chorus x3]
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| | | | | From tuneman7
Wednesday, February 21, 2007, 20:44
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Tips for living in peace:
1. Move out of places where the local pastimes are incestuous relationships between white trash in the trailer park, and gay massages, retirement communities, a fine university and nursing school which you obviously aren't going to.
2. Get some friends.
3. Get into theray.
4. Move the Los Angeles
5. Hang out in Hollywood, Santa Monica, Universities, Museums, lectures, symphonies, jazz clubs, fast cars, motorcycles.
6. If you're married, consider getting divorced.
7. If you're hetro, consider being gay.
8. If you're gay, consider being hetro.
9. If you're a Theist, consider being an athiest.
10. Do drugs.
11. Fuck people.
12. Get tattoos.
13. Drive dangerously fast cars and motorcycles.
14. Get a pilot's license.
15. Put a smack down on counter-relaxationaries, especialy those who are criminals.
If you can't do all of the above, well, you're not like me. That being the case, my desire is that you do as follows:
GET LOST!!!!!
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| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | from Conqueror of Uranus
Tuesday, February 20, 2007 - 16:38
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???What's with all the gangsta rap postings???
The girl with the carbine is kinda hot though.....
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| From tuneman7
Tuesday, February 20, 2007, 18:47
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I like rap, especially Tupac.
More rap, and hopefully more hot women with AR-15's.
Stay relaxed man!
War Stories man, Tupac said it best, Here are the lyrics:
http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/2pac/tradinwarstories.html
2PAC LYRICS
"Tradin War Stories"
(feat. C-Bo, Dramacydal, Storm)
[2Pac]
A military mind nigga
A military mind mean money
A criminal grind nigga
A criminal grind mean hustle
You know
[Chorus: 2Pac (repeat 2X)]
We tradin war stories, we Outlawz on the rise
Jealous niggaz I despise, look in my eyes
[2Pac]
Now can your mind picture, a thug nigga drinkin hard liquor
This ghetto life has got me catchin up to God quicker
Who would figure that all I need was a hair trigger
semi-automatic Mack 11 just to scare niggaz
Pardon my thug poetry, but suckers is born everyday
and fear of man - grow on trees
Criminal ties for centuries, a legend in my own rhymes
So niggaz whisper when they mention
Machiavelli was my tutor Donald Goines, my father figure
Moms sent me to go play with the drug dealers
Hits fall, we thug niggaz and we came in packs.
Every one of niggaz strapped sippin on 'nac (Cognac)
In the back, my AR-15
Thuggin till I die, these streets got me cravin thorazine
My lyrics are blueprints to money makin
Fat as that ass that honey shakin
[Chorus (w/ Outlawz)]
[Fatal]
I bust a trey-trey, buggin an' shit
They call it overthuggin and shit
But I was just a younger nigga;
gettin older and lovin this shit
But what was I doin in this place?
To the fakes without a pistol in the first,
facin termination in the worst
But I figured to play the wall; to watch all these
playa hatin niggaz position for I could see 'em all
Made it up out of there, lucky to be here to tell you
But it'll never be a repeat people I'm tryin to tell you.
[Dramacydal]
Now picture the scenery, I'm thugged out smokin greenery
Considered a B.G., but I'm off in this game somethin D-P
My eyes only see deez, that's why I'm young and burnt out
Learned the know how, well how to do now, by 18 turned out
And why I do it - the ridin and smokin
Collidin with foes - in the worst place;
y'all shouldn'ta fucked with us ,in the first place
Y'all real O.G.'s, droppin game to the youngsters
Y'all don't want no funk cause
y'all be the next in the long line of war stories
[Chorus]
[C-Bo]
I breaks 'em off with this gangsta war story tale
Stackin loot up in the coupe that I protect with a Mack 12
Slap my clip in the chamber; fool, your life's in danger
No one will remain when I come through dumpin insane
Call me Bo-wl of Major Pain, gun-slang and movin 'caine
I be the nigga that's pullin the trigga
and dumpin the hollow points in your brain
Mo' bigger balls that RuPaul, Thug Life ain't a ball
We bust that ass up against the wall (up against the wall)
(?) Never been no (?) men
How we bucks 'em down on the way to the ground
ain't nuttin but the hog in me
Bust off his dildo, killin (?) and keep mobbin G
It ain't no problem (?) funk off
(?) blow down punks with my sawed off
Bust they dirty-ass drawers off
and had them bitch niggaz hauled off
[Chorus]
[Outlawz]
My whole family been raised, on shit that ain't okay
Ain't nuttin on this earth will make a nigga like me stay
I'm reminiscin, and catchin flashbacks when niggas ran up
in my house and I was too young, to try to blast back
What happend then? No one would tell me since I was three
Heard they got to my peoples, now they livin somewhere free
But fuck that, you got what's mines and I want that
Never drop my guard, been on the squad, since ways back
And now I'm sittin, holdin in anger because my parents missin
Thuggin Immortal, got some war stories for ya
[Storm]
Now look at me - straight Outlaw Immortal
Never gave a fuck cause I was nobody's daughter
Outlawin from my tits to my clits, don't try to figure
cause the murderous tendencies of my mind can't be controlled, nigga
So who's the bigger, who's the quickest killer?
Would ya try to trip with my finger on the 9 milla
When I got cha on kay-nine-fourths
Prayin to God as your life goes back and forth
We tradin war stories
[Chorus (repeats through to end, getting softer)]
['Pac talking]
War stories nigga; hahaha, what players do
Thug Life, Outlaw Immortalz
Motherfuckin Tupac a.k.a. Makaveli
Can you feel me? Just so you know, it's on Death Row
My niggaz love that shit
Dramacydal in this motherfucker, heheheh
Yea nigga! Shout out to my niggaz Fatal and Felony
C-Bo, the bald head nut, what?
You know what time it is
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| | from cheeks
Tuesday, February 20, 2007 - 15:49
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What was this article? Wanna be gangsters r' us?
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| from Nick
Tuesday, February 20, 2007 - 15:38
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Why all the BS postings of pictures of crap? Seriously, why would you post a pic of a damn gun manual??? What’s the point? It’s really starting to annoy me.
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| From tuneman7
Tuesday, February 20, 2007, 18:15
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Dude, no one is forcing you to use the internet much less use this site, much less look at my articles, much less my pictures.
If it's making you so unrelaxed, stop doing it.
I've said it before, Only God Can Judge Me:
http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/2pac/onlygodcanjudgeme.html
Here are the lyrics:
2PAC LYRICS
"Only God Can Judge Me"
(feat. Rappin 4-Tay)
[Intro: 2Pac]
Only God can judge me, is that right?
[synth voice] Only God can judge me now
Only God baby, nobody else, nobody else
All you other motherfuckers get out my business
[Verse One: 2Pac]
Perhaps I was blind to the facts, stabbed in the back
I couldn't trust my own homies just a bunch a dirty rats
Will I, succeed, paranoid from the weed
And hocus pocus try to focus but I can't see
And in my mind I'ma blind man doin time
Look to my future cause my past, is all behind me
Is it a crime, to fight, for what is mine?
Everybody's dyin tell me what's the use of tryin
I've been Trapped since birth, cautious, cause I'm cursed
And fantasies of my family, in a hearse
And they say it's the white man I should fear
But, it's my own kind doin all the killin here
I can't lie, ain't no love for the other side
Jealousy inside, make em wish I died
Oh my Lord, tell me what I'm livin for
Everybody's droppin got me knockin on heaven's door
And all my memories, of seein brothers bleed
And everybody grieves, but still nobody sees
Recollect your thoughts don't get caught up in the mix
Cause the media is full of dirty tricks
Only God can judge me
[Chorus: 2Pac]
[synth voice] Only God can judge me
That's right baby, yeah baby
[synth voice] Only God
Hahahahahahahaha
[synth + Pac] Only God can judge me, only God can judge
[synth cont.] me, only God
Only God can judge me
[synth + Pac] Only God can judge me
And only God can
[synth voice] Only God can judge me, only God
Only God can judge me
[synth + Pac] Only God can judge me
Only God can judge me
[synth voice] Only God can judge me, only God
Only God can judge me
[synth voice] Only God can judge me now
[heart monitor: long beep]
Flatline!
[Verse Two: 2Pac]
I hear the doctor standing over me [heart monitor: beeping slowly]
screamin I can make it
Got a body full of bullet holes layin here naked
Still I, can't breathe, somethings evil in my IV
Cause everytime I breathe, I think they killin me [beeping sound stops]
I'm having nightmares, homicidal fantansies
I wake up stranglin, danglin my bed sheets
I call the nurse cause it hurts, to reminisce
How did it come to this? I wish they didn't miss
Somebody help me, tell me where to go from here
Cause even Thugs cry, but do the Lord care?
Try to remember, but it hurts
I'm walkin through the cemetary talkin to the, dirt
I'd rather die like a man, than live like a coward
There's a ghetto up in Heaven and it's ours, Black Power
is what we scream as we dream in a paranoid state
And our fate, is a lifetime of hate
Dear Mama, can you save me? And fuck peace
Cause the streets got our babies, we gotta eat
No more hesitation each and every black male's trapped
And they wonder why we suicidal runnin round strapped
Mista, Po-lice, please try to see that it's
a million motherfuckers stressin just like me
Only God can judge me
[Chorus w/ variations]
[Interlude: 2Pac]
That which does not kill me can only make me stronger
(That's for real)
and I don't see why everybody feel as though
that they gotta tell me how to live my life
(You know?)
Let me live baby, let me live
[Verse Three: Rappin 4-Tay, Tupac]
Pac I feel ya, keep servin it on the reala
For instance say a playa hatin mark is out to kill ya
Would you be wrong, for buckin a nigga to the pavement?
He gon' get me first, if I don't get him fool start prayin
Ain't no such thing as self-defense in the court of law
So judge us when we get to where we're goin wearin a cross, that's real
Got him, lurked him, crept the fuck up on him
Sold a half a million tapes now everybody want him
After talkin behind my back like a bitch would
Tellin them niggaz, "You can fade him," punk I wish you would
It be them same motherfuckers in your face that'll rush up in your place
to get your safe, knowin you on that paper chase
Grass, glass, big screen and leather couch
My new shit is so fetti already sold a key of ounce
Bitch, remember Tupac and 4-Tay
Them same two brothers dodgin bullets representin the Bay
Pac when you was locked down, that's when I'll be around
Start climbing up the charts, so sick, but they tried to clown
That's why they ride the bandwagon still be draggin sellin lies
Don't think I don't see you haters, I know you all in disguise
Guess you figure you know me cause I'm a Thug
That love to hit the late night club, drink then buzz
Been livin lavish like a player all day
Now I'm bout to floss em off, player shit with 4-Tay
Only God can judge me
[Chorus w/ variations]
[4Tay] Only God main
[2Pac] That right?
[4Tay] That's real
[2Pac] Hahahahahaha
[4Tay] Fuck everybody else, yaknowhatI'msayin?
[2Pac] Man, look here man
My only fear of death is comin back to this bitch reincarnated
That's for the homey mental
We up out
[Chorus w/out 2Pac continues to fade]
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| | From Nick
Wednesday, February 21, 2007, 07:24
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Your right, no one is forcing me to use this site, however I used to like to come here. It was something I did for my relaxation. However your turning it into a huge annoyance and source of stress having to wade through all the BS.
I think the only person getting any relaxation on this site is you. To the rest of us it’s a source of anti relaxation.
BTW, Tupac was nothing but a low life thug who promoted a culture of crime! A culture that led to his demise. He died just like any other street thug.
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| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | From conan
Thursday, February 22, 2007, 07:08
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The rest of us? Last I checked, I wasn't part of a cult anymore and didn't subscribe to any group that had/has an image to project! I don't care what people think of him, as I'm a very different INDIVIDUAL than the now infamous loonman from planet 7. Besides which, I don't really care what TF thinks about any of 'us'...after all, 'we' are Vandari, remember?(reply to this comment) |
| | From loch
Thursday, February 22, 2007, 15:01
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Its not about what The Family thinks of us.
Anyone who decides to research the group, after hearing about it on the news, is going to stumble on this place. Our complaints etc. are going to be questioned if we give off an image like this guy is giving.
Does he strike you as a sane well rounded individual in this post? Not to me, he strikes me as a very odd person, totaly unsure of himself, and VERY likely to make up stories about his childhood.
fuck we don't need that!(reply to this comment) |
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