You’re the Demon of Electricity, aren’t you? I am, said the other, drawing
himself up proudly. Your mission is to obey the commands of whoever is able
to strike the Master Key of Electricity

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I dunno what’s going on but I’m on a real kicker.

Blues Traveler – Look Around Lyrics

You’ll get no answer from me
About what I want or what I get
Brave enough to speak afraid to see
Confuse the issue till you forget
And I’ve tried
To finally decide
Why I’m in your face

And if you can’t already tell
I am unable to let things go
I’m told I do it very well
But more important you should know
That all the same
You’ve got no one to blame
But yourself
If you call that a waste
Cause it ain’t me that’s been hurting you inside
And if you’velearned
You’ll know much more than I
That you’re gonna have to go and fine it
You’ll have to dig beneath the ground
You’ll have to unearth every ugly stone
That kept you on your own
And simply put them down
You’re gonna have to look around. YEAH!

You’ll get no answer from me
About what I get or what I want
That was enough to make her leave
She’s not the first one come and gone
And I don’t care
*Buyer beware Of me *
Cause it might get rough
If you want peace then live alone
If you wanna hide then find a stage
Each a brief but perfect home
To accommodate your rage
And sometimes In the midst of all my crimes
I feel lost
Or have I lost enough
Remaining friends
Remind me as they say
It’s up to you
The things you throw away
And still you’re gonna have to go and find it
You’ll have to dig beneath the ground
You’ll have to unearth every ugly stone
That kept you on your own
And simply put it down
You’re gonna have to look around
You’re gonna have to look around
You’re gonna have to look around

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Yeah, I’m on a big time Thrice kick right now.

“Music Box” by THRICE
Hear this song on Tornadostream.

we move for all mankind, a million miles from everything we’ve ever known
and we’re on their hearts and minds, a million heads are bowed to bring us safely home
hemmed in by emptiness, a million ways that everything could be undone
this hollow in my chest is filled with reasons not to sing but I found one, I know

we are not alone, we feel an unseen love
we are sons and heirs of grace
we are children of a light that never dims
a love that never dies, keep your chin up child
and wipe the tears from your eyes

in sleep we saw ourselves, a million years we had been waiting there it seems
while someone weaves a spell, a million stars look on in witness to our dreams, I know

we are not alone, we feel an unseen love
we are sons and heirs of grace
we are children of a light that never dims
a love that never dies, keep your chin up child
and wipe the tears from your eyes

we feel an unseen love
we are children of light

we are not alone, we feel an unseen love
we are sons and heirs of grace
we are children of a light that never dims
a love that never dies, keep your chin up child
and wipe the tears from your eyes

stand ready and tall, reflect the light

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Ever feel like shouting? Just shouting. Shouting random shouts. Like shouting words. Shouting and yelling. Shouts and yells.

Do it. Shout…and yell.

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From Fox Sports News:
Jordan look-alike suing for $832M

http://msn.foxsports.com/nba/story/5766288?FSO1&ATT=HMA

A Portland, Ore. man has filed a lawsuit for $832 million, saying he is tired of being mistaken for Michael Jordan, according to KGW-TV.

The television station’s Web site says Allen Heckard filed the suit against His Airness and Nike founder Phil Knight on June 29 in county court, claiming to have been mistaken for the basketball legend nearly every day for the past 15 years.

“I’m constantly being accused of looking like Michael and it makes it very uncomfortable for me,” Heckard reportedly said.

Heckard apparently is suing Jordan for defamation and permanent injury, emotional pain and suffering. He is suing Knight for defamation and permanent injury for promoting Jordan and making him one of the world’s most famous athletes.

Heckard, who stands slightly taller than 6 feet, says many people miss the fact that he is roughly six inches shorter than Jordan.

But Heckard bears a physical resemblance to Jordan because he has a shaved head, an earring in his left ear, and is in good physical shape — from playing basketball.

“Even when I go to the gym I’m being accused of playing ball like him (Jordan),” Heckard said.

Wouldn’t most people consider that a compliment?

“Yes, don’t get me wrong it’s definitely a positive thing, because Michael, like I say is one of the best ball players that I’ve known to play the game. But then again, that’s Michael and I’m me. So I want to be recognized as me just like Michael’s being recognized as Michael.”

The television station apparently caught Heckard wearing blue Air Jordan tennis shoes.

Is Heckard trying to look like Jordan?

No.

“They’re very comfortable shoes to play ball in,” said Heckard. “I play a lot of basketball and any other shoes I try to play in tend to hurt the bottom of my feet.”

What made Heckard decide to file suit against Jordan and Knight for $416 million each?

“Well, you figure with my age and you multiply that times seven and then I turn around and I figure that’s what it all boils down to.”

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Q: “How do I calculate or get the date of a day five days ago?”
A: Simple. See below.

var today_date:Date = new Date();
today_date.getDate()
trace("today: "+today_date) //today's date

myD = today_date.getDate() - 1; // less the number of days you want

var new_date:Date = new Date();
new_date.setDate(myD)
trace("new: "+new_date) //the new date minus today's date

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Silhouette – by Thirice

Your eyes, followed me here.
Your eyes, seamless and sure.
They leave me broken and, in need of a cure.

Your eyes, followed me here.
Your eyes, sifting my soul.
They leave me broken hands, those diamonds from the coal.

They lace me along,
Giving synapse of white lines.
Then chasing the dawn,
Story book syntax.

Your eyes slit the throat, of all I know.
About myself and this life.
Silhouette lies.

And your eyes, speaking in tongues.
Vigilant still, filling my lungs.
Testing my will.
They leave me broken and, bruised and bleeding.

Your eyes, resting in flame,
Leaven me breathless again.
Like hydrogen spread on fault lines.
Or dead, kissing me with exposure to radon.

Your eyes slit the throat, of all I know.
About myself and this life.
Silhouette lies.

Your eyes, Your eyes.
Speaking in tongues.
Vigilant still, lead our way.
Filling my lungs.
Testing my will.

You slit the throat, of I know.
About myself and this life.
Silhouette Lies.

You slit my throat.
Because I know,
That this life, is a lie.
So slit my throat.

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