Your secret name is Lauren.
The animal which symbolizes you is giraffe.
The color of your soul is seafoam green.
The celebrity you most resemble is John Lennon.
Your special pain or illness is malaria.
Your most important time of day is 4:00.
The shape of your life is pentagon.
And the flavor which identifies you most is lavender.
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[From The DADA Server]

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worst name EVER! by Betatester.
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I dunno about the water, but the plastic bottle for sure is eternal.
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dumbasses!

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watchmen babies by Betatester.
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simpsons is a lot of fun!

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Dear Rich People by Ray Fenwick.
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Dear Rich People,
We, the poor, feel it’s time you knew the truth. We grow weary of the way you look at us, and you’re getting to be a real pain to live with. SO here’s the truth, direct from headquarters: We are poor because we spend every last dollar on building and maintaining an opulent underground paradise, a world so breathtaking it would humble you into a coma. We din’t mention it before-we thought that would be tacky-but we’re too fed up to care about your feelings.
Farewell, for now we step into our shimmering crystal elevators, never to return. And you’re not invited.
Regretfully, The Poor.

now that my playlists are in the open, it pays to spend some time understanding my playlists:

• Best! is all songs with 3 or more stars.

• Dub is Trip-Hop, Midi/Synth, Kraut, Goth, Instrumental, Ambient.

• Electronic is Electro, Electronic, Techno, Synthpop, Industrial, Minimal, Funk Carioca, Electrofunk.

• Pop is Dance, Trance, Pop, house, Anime.

• Rock is Rock, Shoegazer, Blues, Kraut, Psychedelic.

• Warm is Bossa Nova, Easy Listening, Chanson.

happy digging!

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I spent my 31th birthday in Phillladelphia. it was. somewhat, fun.

The officer discerned that I was not American. Presumably, my accent provided the clue, although my lack of racial etiquette–mouthing off to white police officers in a “high-crime” area in the middle of the night– might have suggested that I was an outsider to the racial dynamics of police encounters. My assertion of my rights, my attempts to maintain my dignity, my confronting authority (each a function of my pre-invisibility blackness) might have signaled that I was not from here and, more importantly, that I had not been racially socialized into, or internalized the racial survival strategy of, performing obedience for the police.

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fuck, this is good!