Research Tips Here I might put some tips about researching a family tree, for example:
Be sure to evaluate the source of your information. Remember, you can't believe everything you read!
Remember, most everyone has two family names: your father's, but also your mother's. Don't feel you must restrict your research to just your paternal family tree. : : : : : : : : : : Nosferatu Optimal Optimus fds
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: : : : : : : : are my hands of doom
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: : : : : : : : Sweet maple berry
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: : : : : : : : and a hundred corpses of those damned souls that walked before us in to the open jaws of leering death in the form of the hideous Snow Squid and it's once human servitors, men we had know well and been saved by countless times, all but brothers once, now slime covered harbringers of acid hurling slaughter!
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: : : : : : YEAH MAN jewish nazi i shit you not., whats up with dat shit. Yo. Phatty bo batty, man. We da shit
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: : : : : : Don't feel bad fer say ben ladin is :coool, "Who's the geek, now, bitch?!":don't get hung up on it, though yeah, what the fuck. I think he's cool, nice beard, loyal unto death followers,*sniff* Dream a good dream; the monster is speaking English now. and he produces some killer fucking weed, great great weed that will fuck you up hardcore.how dare they do a remake of Battlestar Galactica! Lotta nice hash and opium coming out of there too. Time flies when you're a big drunk! Did you hear about when they lost kabul? Huge groups of men dancing and singing in the street and shaving each other in public, They'll never be able to replace Starbuck! hundreds of men throwing turbans I know the yeast is rising! Get Away from me! in the air, shaving in the streets, blasting music from stereos and buying vcr's. They sold like a thousand vcr's in three hours. Fuck! I don't drink no crap ass Frog-juice! Get the fuck outta my face mofo! unless I'm just lying and maybe 'The largest caberet of the world'there is afghanistan,English Version ?
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: : : I had to learn your fucking language
: : : to go and watch your god damn movies,
: : : so if you wanna read my words,
: : : go to school motha fucka, and learn French ! maybe it's all being faked somewhere :near phoenix.
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: : : : I jjust puked my evrlining guts up in the &rt;sa,e toilet I just shat in and I don't get a &rt;chance to flush inbetween. I shat and puked ann &rt;the sight and smell of it made me puke again but &rt;the puke came out my nose real bad and the &rt;acidity or sheer force of the vomit caused a &rt;massive nosebleed. I know this was on an episode &rt;of soutprk but IM NOT MAKING IT UP. I have a &rt;toilet full of watery blood-shit-puke. I'm &rt;trying &rt;to think of a good cuss word for it. like &rt;ble'shook or pushilud or something like that. &rt;It's really disgusting I know that. Like a &rt;vagscab. I know shum is shit mixed with cum. An &rt;I know shunt is a cunt that has been shat in. &rt;And I know Pabts Blue Ribbon cost less than six &rt;bucks for a twelve back. And this crazy banana &rt;liquer is 90 proof and tastes like burning hell
: &rt;fire pain. daaaaamn. I hope these aren't my last &rt;words. I hope that's not the last thing I ever &rt;say.
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: : Nop I'm not dead, not dead at all, maybe a &rt;little hung over, ok a lot, and i think my sick &rt;is leaking out through my skin. Last night I &rt;puked in my sleep (a first for you) and did &rt;something to a motorcycle, but I can't remember &rt;it and no one else can get theri stories &rt;straight. But sufficed to say some body had a &rt;motorcycle next to or near the bar and I either &rt;kicked it, knocked it over, puked on it, pissed &rt;on it, stole it's seat covers, set it on fire, &rt;stole it, or sat on it and pretended to drive. &rt;Or nothing like that happened and those guys are &rt;idiots or bastards that are just fucking with mE: &rt;for no good reason.
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: I pressed my face into the warm and moist earth. I had just meant to hide, to crouch here for a moment and be gone. I had not expected the voices, the waves of unconditional love that came steaming from the depths. There was no message, no real content, just the kind of singsong nonsense a parent may babble at its newborn, wrapped in the sweetest of familiar tones. I seem to remember a room with breathing walls in which I float, buddha like, neither eating or shitting. But the womb was not empty. It teemed with a thousand swarms of swarms. Sparks and lights and rippling waves, the forces of life, the energy of it, unconstrained bits of soul growing and evolving right along with me. I cant believe I forgot about them. For nine months they were my entire world, my friends and confidants, my lovers and my peers. They were my eyes, my ears, my hands, flitting in and out of space and being and reporting back to me like little spies. I was like a god back then, all knowing seeing power kind of guy. I remember killing my biological father with a heart attack, how I knew him from the moment he drew near, his every loop of dna somehow already memory. I sent them out with shimmering blades to slice out his soul so we could talk. Even back then I could see through the bullshit, knew which things to do were meant to be done. These formless ones (laser light shows, firefly army, burning stars floating on a pond, the back of your eyelids on mushrooms and god) agreed with my choices for they could sense the steady grip of destiny on my shoulders even more than I could. I forgot all about this family but I know them now that they are here. In the dirt and stone, now rising up in to the grass beneath me and the bushes above, they are warm against my body. They whisper subconscious warnings of two policemen coming this way, still searching for me, still on the hunt. The foreheads on their lizard faces are damp with malice; their wings are burnt and useless. Why cant they see the lights? I feel my gun, so like a penis, twitch and awaken in the recesses of my clothing but I resist the burning urge to vent my self upon them. They cannot see the lights. They are blind to the miracles around them. The bushes hug me close and keep me hidden. Where their leaves touch my flesh the skin parts and we dabble in each others substance. What a pleasurable surprise to have your protective little juice sack body open up its length in nothing but orifice. I think I smell sugar, no wait, Im tasting sun light. Did you know that a bush or trees life is one of action and violence? Did you know that what you see as unmoving scenery is actually the slow-mo of a vicious and unceasing battle to the death? Neither did I until I touched the harsh and scarred gladiator minds of those bushes, though they were tempered with awe and bliss for my glowing companions swimming through them. Chloroplasts giggle as they race down new passages and cluster fuck with rugged cellulose fibers on the top of my head, eating my hair and rebuilding it in damp mossy tubes of dark green bacterial love, getting themselves off to the sun and making her nuclear engines shiver with delight. Rigid square cells mix with jaded round cells and each marvels at the others exoticness. I feel my body leaking away in to moist soil, wayward pieces of flesh still dutifully reporting the strangest of sensations, the slow pleasurable flow of ground water, the ache of fault lines rubbing and chafing against each other, the tingling itchy rash of organic life crawling, digging, eating, walking, sleeping, screwing, dying, pissing and just generally running rampant on and in my thin skin. My nerves race through the earth like a fungus, growing forward in a fibrous cloud at twenty times the speed of sound till I am the world and I am fully awake, looking at each and everyone of you and knowing you down to your core. Every crystal in the ground is the reflection of a soul above and in their many curves and facets lie the many lives and incarnations they have known. I spend precious minutes reading the story of the planet, learning all that has ever been here and why things happened as they did. Aliens, spirits, ghosts, visions, mysterious lights, fey, and demons, I am they all, their origins and motives know only to me. I know what is in the minds eye of the mad and I see the dark masters pulling wires from their sanctified island. Dimly I watch as a huge bush rips a building apart with its long beefy vines, like mighty tentacles with skin like bacon and thorns like jagged butcher knives, flicking down hallways and through doors, coming back covered with gore and squirming, impaled bodies screaming with out words or even sentience. My body converges on the two empty poles and begins to burn through the hard ice plugs, melting out great chasms with cathedral peaks, till I break through to the other side and fling my self out in the weightless cavity in two cyclopean columns of hard cancerous flesh, white as bone with room enough for whole nations to reside. I reach myself together and embrace the burning white hole in space, the smoky god who gives life to the interior, and enter its fiery extra-dimensional heart that sears and boils away my flesh and tissue till I reach with just strands of soul energy, tight ordered columns of me and my little friends of light, probing deeper in to the tight, pulsating quantum anomaly till I push past the walls of time in to infinity, plunging in to god and consuming it.
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