History Of Me Using MySpace 2004 - 2009
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So My 1st MySpace I Ever Crated Was October 17, 2004 www.myspace.cn/newnightmare As i kall it Da Official Backup Page 2Day (4-21-09) Was Da 1st Time I Thought I Would Look At It & See Who I Wrote Back In Da Day
It Was Pretty Krazy Dat Like Bout 100 Ppl I Once Kne Had Deleted There MySpaces. Like No Joke
Since 10/17/04 I've Had 11933 People Viewed My Page Krazy Huh...
My 2nd MySpace Crated On September 28, 2007 www.myspace.cn/cx3exclusive As I Kall It Da Official CEO Page As I Check It 2day (4/21/09) Theres Still Da Same People And Da Same Exs As Well hahahahahaha It Was Weird Tho Cuz 4 Years Pass & Not Everyone Was On There From Da 1st One. Like I Had More Bussness On There Then Anything.
Since 1/18/08 I've Had 10864 People Viewed My Page
Krazy Again Huh...
Now My 3rd And Final MySpace Was Crated January 20, 2009 www.myspace.cn/cx3privatepage As I Kall It My Private Page For Friends & Family This MySpace Has All My Friends & Family On It. Yes I Do Keep In Touch With Everyone On Here Im Bearly Catching Up Wit My Peepz
Since 1/20/09 I've Had 789 People Viewed My Page
3 MySpaces Since 2004-2009 How Krazy Is Dat Huh...
Within The Next Year Im Gonna Update This And See How It Changes.
9 Years Passed A Poem From The Heart 12-22-08
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"9 Years Passed"
December 22, 1999 9 Years Pass Not A Minute Goes By Without Thinking Of You No Matter What, You'll Still Be In My Heart And Soul. We All Miss You Ever Since The Day God Took You Home, I Know You Are Safe, I Know You Are Watching Us Each Minute Of Our Lives, But I Just Still Believe That Dat Day Was Too Soon Today Is December 22, 2008 9 Years Pass We All Grown Up But Still Your Always In Our Hearts, We Miss You And Can't Wait To See You, Im Just Not Saying "Bye", There Is No "Bye", Never Ever All I'm Saying Is "Intil Next Time We Meet Again" Maybe Soon Who Knows When That Is Gonna Be Right, Only God Can Tell, Nothing's Gonna Change The World We Will Always Remember You You Are A Legend A Hero My Tio Eddie Will Alway Be In My Heart And In My Life. Promise
Eddie Ramirez Jr December 18, 1967 - December 22, 1999
ThisAsValentinesDay.com was revealed on February 14th, 2001 by Marilyn Manson in a post to the BBS he made while on tour with the heading of "They'd Remember 'This As Valentine's Day'". The central images were the cover of Time magazine with the date of February 14th, 1964. By clicking on Marina Oswald's broach, widow of the late Lee Harvey Oswald, the accused lone gunman in Kennedy's assassination, revealed the true Valentine's Day gift from Manson to his fans, the text of Chapter 10 of Manson's novel Holy Wood .
Here Is The Text Of Chapter 10
* It wasn't very difficult for Coma to find Adam's file that week. The casting storage room was like a mausoleum of never-to-bes and never-to-knows. The walls were lined with dusty stacks of half inch reel boxes filed by cut-out Polaroid faces on the bindings and larger b/w head shots on the lids. They were all marked REJECT AND HOLD. Everyone ended up here expecting to make it somewhere more special someday. No one ever did.
Adam has no idea that as he sits in the torn remains of his trailer inappropriately dressed for Celebritarian purposes, Coma White is staring at his photo and listening to the sterile rendition of the song he wrote right here for her. It was only *happy* that her birthday meant that she was finally a legal Grey and free from this home. Even though she is incredibly smart, her idealism betrays her into thinking she would actually be allowed to leave here in any other way than a body bag.
Outside her window, klieg lights and a red carpet draw crowds of celebrating birthday mongers and the long legs of paparazzi, climbing over one another for a shot of drama. FLASH!
Something shifts now like a cheap film flashback. The sound is reduced to the dubbed down rattle of a projector's plastic speaker. The voices sneak out through tiny holes from the past and Coma is just a little girl crying into the camera's P.O.V. It is the President's Bell and Howard Zoomatic, and although a fine photographic instrument it provides a somewhat grainy resolution. Her tiny, nine-year-old body is drowning in a white gown and an over sized platinum blonde wig as she is dressed like a kiddy-porn Marilyn Monroe. The handle-held cinematography is nauseating at times as the beautiful little girl dances like an adult.
"Sing," a voice off camera coaches her. "Sing for daddy."
Her eyes are black waterfalls of mascara and her tiny nose drips down onto her her red smeared lips as she sings. "Happy birthday, Mr. President." "The gun, baby." He whispers. The camera focus is disturbed and the sound of Mr. White's pants unzipping becomes quite clear, although it's hard to tell now if it's on the projection or in the room this very moment. The sound of her voice struggles to stay in sync with the image.
On the large screen in the President's private library, young Coma fellates the barrel of a shiny chrome revolver, gagging between syllables of Ha-ppy-Bir-day-to... The light from the projection reveals walls of film canisters where books might normally be. The President pinches a cigarette in one hand and his other has disappeared into the expensive cloth of his pants.
Through a crack in the door Mrs. White watches jealousy. Her reddened eyes seem more inclined to violence then self-pity though. This seems to be a scene she has stumbled upon in one form or another for the last time.
She turns away from the library and desperately searches her reflection in the halfway mirror for wrinkles or flaws. The 'mirror' is actually a video monitor in a frame that provides one with a more accurate assessment of one's looks, particularly on TV where it matters most. Mrs. White is no longer the fairest of them all.
She grabs the phone sitting on the small stand beneath the TV monitor. "I need Child Safety here now! Do you hear me?"
The voice on the other line responds calmly, "Mrs. White with all do respect, we've been through this several times before. The President has sole authority over Coma and--"
She throws the phone against the wall and and runs to her room. Halfway down the hall she twists her ankle and splinters one of her high heels. This only makes her more determined.
In the Presidential suite there are seperate beds on either side of the rom. On the wall between them hangs a pristine lithograph of the same Family portrait Adam has hanging in his trailer. Mrs. White nervously reaches into her night stand. There is a Bible amidst thousands of pills resting peacefully in thin orange child-proof cylindrical coffins. She considers how sweet it must be to be as a pill, to live in such empty solitude. Sleeping softly, waiting one day to be swallowed and then digested in burning stomach acids eating you away into nothing.
She reaches for the bible instead, after all it is meant to answer any question and to solve any problem. She pulls it open and inside it is merely a hollow case containing a large black revolver. This is not a ritual handgun. This is simply used for killing.
She picks it up with both hands and sits on the edge of her bed crying.
* Coma's bandaged arm reaches to rewind the reel of Adam's song once again. ADAM. She reads the name. This makes him real to her. The music is crude but makes her feel not so alone. If there were scientists to provide a logical explanation, they might say it contained the 'golden means' through with the human brain is satisfied, creating a feeling of completeness. To Coma it just sounded like someone who might be able to see this world like she did. It drowns out the "Happy Birthday, Coma!" chants from outside her window.
Her door is suddenly kicked in with half-assed drunken force and the President leans against the frame for support. He leers at Coma incoherently with a birthday cake in one hand. The candles make ugly shadows across his face. Coma tries to hide Adam's box and the music but her nightgown just comes open in the process.
"What's that playing? That's not my song..." He loses his frame of thought for a moment staring at her pale exposed belly and thighs. "Are you too big to love daddy, now? You're all grown up my little princesss...let me see."
He stumbles toward her and with his free hand begins to grope her breasts. She resists, for what seems like the first time, and rips open his silk shirt. What she sees beneath is more disgusting than his pathetic molestation. His almost translucent skin is varicose and wrinkled. On his shoulders and chest he wears prosthetic pads that are snapped onto his skin with tiny stainless steel fasteners to augment his youthful, healthy shape. The material his fake muscles are made of looks wet and gelatinous like raw chicken meat.
He is too drunk to be embarrassed, so he tears away the rest of his clothes stumbling toward her with some sort of elastic garter that holds his veiny erection upright. The cake with her face painted on it, smears down his leg onto the floor.
"Daddy, loves you. You know that's why we have to do this."
As he reaces for her arm, she pulls away and grabs a six inch tall marble statue of her father from her desk. With all her strength and eighteen years of resentment she smashes his across the forehead with it, breaking the statue and splitting open a large horizontal gash above his brow. He falls, bleeding and covered in cake. The gaping wound seems to frown above his closed eyes. She drops the statue, even though she knows he's still alive.
* In the hallway to Coma's bedroom Mrs. White walks slowly and decisively choking back her tears with one manicured hand, carrying the black pistol in the other. When she pokes open the door with the barrel of the gun, she sees her husband sobbing pathetically. He is clutching Coma's torn nightgown and his atrophied torso is covered in his own drying brown blood. The white sheets of her bed have caught fire from the spilled candles and the bed has begun to burn behind him. The bedroom draperies flutter from an open window.
Coma is gone.
It's quite obvious to Mrs. White what has happened as she enters the room. She grabs the gun with both shaky hands and points it at her husband.
"Who's going to get it up for you now?" She shrieks, looking at his still hard phallus, pinched off with a strap like a tourniquet. It twitches grote squely in time with the short burst of blood that pulse from his head wound. "Don't come crawling to me. I married a goddamn star! Look at you now. You're just a shell. I wasted myself on you."
"Go ahead and shoot me," he taunts her, still sobbing. "I want you to. Then where would you be?" His crying is now a disgusted laughter. "You'd be nothing. You're old and worn out. You're ugly and it makes me feel dead just being near you. So do it!"
She is shaking more now and her strand of confidence is snapping. She starts crying weakly and he laughs at her, wiping the blood and tears out of his eyes.
"You're nothing, now you'll be less than nothing. Back to the ghetto for poor trash like you."
She stops the sound coming from her mouth abruptly with this realization. She opens her chapped, red lips into the shape of an 'o' and sticks the barrel in her mouth.
"You'll be worthless in hell too."
She pulls the trigger and fires. Her head explodes onto the perfect white walls. If the President had a frame of reference he would consider her blood splatter to be completely artless even by Jackson Pollack's standards.
Westmoreland and a few other secret service men arrive shortly after the gunfire. He seems more panicked than usual considering he has a neurotic personality to begin with. Valentine has accused him of being a homosexual but likes keeping him in charge because he's easy to push around. Today is no exception. When Valentine arrives seconds later, he shoves Westmoreland out of the way and start ascertaining the situation.
Valentine and Westmoreland ignore the fire and Mrs. White's corpse--the other mindless suits handle that--and they go directly to Coma's desk. Adam's reel is still spinning, although the tape has run out. Valentine notices the face on the box but doesn't bother to fill in his questionably gay counterpart out of sheer disrespect and possible plans for manipulation that could always arise for his own benefit. He stops the tape and puts it back in the box.
"What's the story here?" Westmoreland asks. He's not exactly stupid but not nearly as attentive as Valentine.
"Looks like daddy's little girl is taking this rebellion bullshit a little too far. How the fuck did she get this?" He shoves it in Westmoreland's face. "That's your job--security, you idiot. We don't need people hearing this. We give them one song. One leader. One path--Obey and consume."
Westmoreland looks over at the faceless body and the smoldering bed. "Well, what do we do about her?"
"Simple. Rebellious punk. Listening to some--what is this shit--some teenage music. She gets all fucked up over it." he's exaggeration, almost performing as he says this. "Kills mommy and runs away. Perfect. Classic even."
"I'll find this one." Westmoreland says, grabbing the tape.
"Let me keep this for now." Valentine doesn't give it up. "Go do whatever you do."
Valentine walks over to the President and cleans him up like a baby with one of Coma's pink monogrammed towels. "Listen, your rating's always go up during a punk panic. Play the grieving widower. Grief is good, they love grief." He gives the President a pill. "Leave this to me. I'll get you a new daughter, the co-star you deserve."
"A pretty one?" he asks childishly. The next day Mrs. White's funeral is held on a renovated motion picture lot still equipped with essential sound and lighting effects required for such a tragedy-inspiring media drama. This place is called the Holy Wood Memorial Cemetary and everyone is in attendance. The President wears his best mask of grief--Academy Award winning, in fact. He even adds a drop of glycerin to his eye before his eulogy. The best make-up artists available concealed his gash perfectly but a few more hours in the sun and it will get as the Gaelic say "Kennedy," which means, of course, ugly or wounded head. Valentine cues, Infanta, the President's new daughter and she gives her best 9 year old salute as Mrs. White's coffin is lowered into an ersatz earth soundstage. After the ceremony, Valentine approaches the President. Grief, everyone. Despair. Flash. "We're going to need him to really take care of this little Coma situation." Valentine says matter-of-factly. "Bomface?" Valentine nods. "He's such a fucking zealot. Do we have to resort to that?" "That's just it. Religion is the best way to make people hate. And hate is what we need." Valentine makes sure no one is looking and grins, patting the President on the back. "Hate sells."
This Is Chapter 10 For Marilyn Manson's Novel "Holy Wood". This Book Is Still Not Release Yet.
Halloween 2008 - Albums Mixtapes Up2Dates
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Centro Entertainment Albums & Mixtapes
DJ C13 - Da Countdown's Begun Release: Mid-Dec 08 Official Tracklistings:
1. Lookin' At You (Ft. The Game) 2. I'm Back Bitches (Ft. Swizz Beatz) 3. Blaze 4. I'm Da New Nightmare 5. All Fun & Game 6. Blooded (Ft. Lil' Wayne) 7. Do It Like Me (Ft. Young Buck) 8. Whoa 9. FuCk MIck3y M0u53 (I Know) 10. Murder 11. America's Most Hated (C13 Remix) (Ft. Keven Federline) 12. I'll Show Ya 13. Just Ride 14. Evidence (C13 Mix) (Ft. Marilyn Manson) 15. I'm A Rider (Ft. 50 Cent) 16. Talk About Me 17. A Look Back 18. No Apologies (Ft. Eminem) 19. You Got Me (C13 Remix) (Ft. Vida Guerra) 20. This Is Me
3rd Album In Da Works Rite Now Release: Spring 09 Official Instrumentals & Sum Trackslistings:
1. On Fire 2. Ready For War 3. Bump This (Ft. LL Cool J) 4. Bring It! 5. Errtime (Freestyle) 6. Southside Part. 2 7. Sonne (C13 Remix) (Ft. Rammstein) 8. Hot Like Fire 9. Can't See Me (Ft. 2 Pac) 10. Realest Killaz (Freestyle) 11. Lyrical Homicide (C13 Remix) (Ft. The Game & Lil' Wayne) 12. Gimme More (Cx3 Exclusive) 13. Boyz N Da Hood 08 (Ft. Eazy-E) 14. Game Over (B's Up) 15. Still C13 16. Big Dreams (C13 Remix) (Ft. The Game) 17. Piggy Bank (Cx3 Exclusive Remix) (Ft. Lil' Wayne) 18. Stronger (Freestyle) 19. I'm Sic Wit This Flo 20. I Know You Don't Love Me (C13 Remix) (Ft. 50 Cent) 21. It's Goin' Down (Freestyle) 22. Straight To The Bank (C13 Remix) (Ft. 50 Cent) 23. Shoulder Lean (Freestyle) 24. Hail Mary (Exclusive) (Ft. 2 Pac, Eminem & 50 Cent) 25. The Way I Am (C13 Remix) (Ft. Eminem) 26. Breathin' (C13 Remix) (Ft. 2 Pac) 27. Outta Control (Freestyle) 28. Forgot About C13 29. Salute U (C13 Remix) (Ft. Lloyd Bank$) 30. Dead Presidents (Ft. Lil' Wayne)
Centro Entertainment Mixtape 2007 Release: In Da Streets Now! Official Tracklistings:
1. Introduction 2. Da Realest (DJ C13 Exclusive) 3. Who's In This 4. Just Ride 5. Stand Up 6. Verbal Abuse 7. Who 8. You Ain't My Homie 9. 520 Gangsta 10. Kreepin' & Krawlin' 11. Ridin' 12. Frozun Explosion 13. Yessur 14. Ice Cream Man 15. I'm Back 16. Neva Wanna Ana 17. Git Up 18. Freestyle 19. Gotta Get Mine 20. I'm A Problem 21. Frozen Soldiers 22. I Know You Like Dat 23. Ain't Hard To Find Me 24. Were Ballin' 25. Ain't No Click 26. Goundbreaker (Outro) 27. Outro - Centro Entertainment 2007
Centro Entertainment Mixtape 2008 Release: Halloween 2008 Official Tracklisting:
1. The Coming Attraction 2. 21 Gun Salute 3. Warrior (C13 Remix) 4. No Stopping Me 5. U Can't Do Dis Like Me 6. What We Do 7. Not A Tear 8. Successful 9. Scary Dude 10. Get It On Da Flo 11. Love You Down 12. Dem Demension ll 13. My Life 14. Not Done Yet 15. Missing You 16. Wut U Want 17. Lil' Felon 18. Rumor Control 19. Spactacular 20. I'm Down 21. Southern California 22. Mind Block 23. Rampage 24. 10 Bullets 25. Every Little Thing 26. Getz Down 27. Don't Be Haten' 28. Put AZ On Da Map 29. Outro - Centro Entertainment 2008
Centro Entertainment Mixtape 2008 (Part 2) Rock Version Here's Some Of The Songs Release: Mid-Nov 08 Already Confirmed Tracks:
I Cry Misery's Child Demise Baby I Love You Sepulchral Terrors Complete Would Be Image Corpse Monsters (Preview) Affliction Rage Ready For Blood A Place Called Home Eldolon Rebel Dead On The Dance Floor Down For Life New Generation Ride Of Your Life Prison Letters 300 Dead The View Inside
Centro Entertainment 2009 Mixtape Coming Soon Wana Be In Da 2009 Mixtape For Free? Hit Me Up On A Msg & Let Me Kno Mixtape Tracks Starts April-June 09
Bros alwayz hoes Since day 1 intil now Like alwayz Since freshmen year intil now intil da future No matter what U kno im here for u, Alwayz no matter what. Im here for u, Jus remember b4 da iraqi ppl get u, ill kill u lol Jk jus tryin 2 put a smile on ur face. But 4realz tho, When they can't find u, ill be on da 1st flight out there And ill find u myself. But b4 I leave this msg, Jus remember dat whenever u need me, ill be there, Ether email, mail, phone, msn, anything... Ill be there, no matter what. Dats y im here for. Im proud of u boi!!! Ur my soldier! & and my hero Alwayz Ur my brother I love u a lot Ur in my prayers Ill be thinking of u when u leave. Don't worry next summer We got this Even if I gotta go 2 texas wit u, I will Im alwayz there for u. True homies 4 lyfe no matter what. Imma gona miss u bro Im gona hold my tear in and stuck it up. Love u and can't wait 2 kickit wit u Next time k
Top 5 Moments in Sidewinders History - 8.29.08
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Top 5 Moments in Sidewinders History - 8.29.08
#5 The Sunset #4 A Homerun Over The Centerfield Wall #3 An Autograph And Hug From Sandy Sidewinder #2 The Streaker In A Come From Behind Win In 2007 #1 2006 Triple A Champions
3 More Games Left. Come Out and Hav Fun With The Tucson Sidewinders Family and Catch More Then A Game. GA Tickets $6.00
Saturday - 1st 1500 People Get A Tucson Toros Hat Sunday - $1 Hotdogs Monday - Meatball Monday & Fireworks After The Game.
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