...JUNOT DÍAZ RIVERHEAD BOOKS a member of Penguin Group (USA) Inc. New York 2012 RIVERHEAD BOOKS Published by the Penguin Group Penguin Group (USA) Inc., 375 Hudson Street, New York, New York 10014, USA • Penguin Group (Canada), 90 Eglinton Avenue East, Suite 700, Toronto, Ontario M4P 2Y3, Canada (a division of Pearson Penguin Canada Inc.) • Penguin Books Ltd, 80 Strand, London WC2R 0RL, England • Penguin Ireland, 25 St Stephen’s Green, Dublin 2, Ireland (a division of Penguin Books Ltd) • Penguin Group (Australia), 250 Camberwell Road, Camberwell, Victoria 3124, Australia (a division of Pearson Australia Group Pty Ltd) • Penguin Books India Pvt Ltd, 11 Community Centre, Panchsheel Park, New Delhi–110 017, India • Penguin Group (NZ), 67 Apollo Drive, Rosedale, North Shore 0632, New Zealand (a division of Pearson New Zealand Ltd) • Penguin Books (South Africa) (Pty) Ltd, 24 Sturdee Avenue, Rosebank, Johannesburg 2196, South Africa Penguin Books Ltd, Registered Offices: 80 Strand, London WC2R 0RL, England Copyright © 2012 by Junot Díaz All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic form without permission. Please do not participate in or encourage piracy of copyrighted materials in violation of the author’s rights. Purchase only authorized editions. Grateful acknowledgment is made to reprint an excerpt from My Wicked Wicked Ways. Copyright © 1987 by Sandra Cisneros. Published by Third Woman Press and in hardcover...
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...One bitter night, in the rough end of New Haven, the heartful dodger by any standards, but it hit Ferraro like an uppercut. He was unable to continue the beating. That exchange on a wintry night in 1982 is one that Ferraro continues to relive. But these days, as the Teacher Training Director of the Mind Body Awareness Project, it’s Ferraro who is looking into angry young eyes until he finds a glimpse of compassion. Based in Oakland, California, the MBA Project is a nonprofit organization that uses mindfulness and emotionalintelligence exercises to equip disadvantaged and underserved youth with the tools to make better decisions and to consider more skillful options than violence, self-harm, drugs, and crime. “All my work revolves around the same conversation,” says Ferraro. “What is freedom beyond conditions? Beyond this school, this prison, this hood, whatever your conditions are. Do your conditions lead inevitably to suffering? No, they don’t. Only a being’s perspective leads to suffering. Two people in the exact same situation, according to their outlook and expectations, can have completely different experiences. Turn that around, and any conditions can be a vehicle for bondage—or freedom and awakening. And that’s fucking deep, man.” Going back to his story about the homeless man, Ferraro says, “I didn’t know what compassion meant when I was fifteen. But I knew that that homeless guy had seen my heart. And that was scary. I’d learned early on that this heart of mine was...
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...up with a lot of his shit and this is the last straw. As for you, u supposed to be married right? Wonder what your husband will say when he finds out. Cause believe me you he will find out. Just like I found you and Dewey's conversations on facebook I WILL let him in on the secret. What if another women was doing this to you, with your husband. Women like you are the reason why women like me have to go to jail. Don't get me wrong, Dewey won't be the reason for the charge. The princeable will be the reason. You stay the hell away from my husband until I decide to finalize everything. Don't fuck with me Nichole, if he wasn't happy then I could have let him go years ago. But for the sake of my marriage and kids i stayed to try to make it work. And the shit that he has put me through, I basisically went through them for nothing. Yeah, The way I feel right now, I wouldn't fuck with me. TRUST ME! Chelsea...
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...bhvbFile : 1304042189.jpg-(46 KB, 341x335) 46 KB Anonymous 04/28/11(Thu)21:56 No.7536888 [Reply] How about some silent hill? Then silent hill 2? http://www.livestream.com/tminstech?t=861749 16 posts and 5 image replies omitted. Click Reply to view. >> Anonymous 04/28/11(Thu)23:23 No.7537885 >>7537799 Funny you should ask. It's a game about sharks, eels, octopus, crustaceans, and other fish... AND ITS ATTACHED TO YA ROD, MUTHALICKA! >> !dwsDERHfyI 04/28/11(Thu)23:48 No.7538074 Just testin my trip out >> !!a22uBXpTjf+ 04/28/11(Thu)23:49 No.7538082 ... >> Psykotik !!yNFDNRQ/v3/ 04/28/11(Thu)23:49 No.7538087 Fuck, didnt work >> !9SONyXEWjs 04/28/11(Thu)23:54 No.7538122 HAI TRIP THREAD NAO ME TWII File : 1304043343.jpg-(7 KB, 251x167) 7 KB Anonymous 04/28/11(Thu)22:15 No.7537235 [Reply] hey...my brother and I just recently got into creepypasta. I asked him if he heard of Dead Bart and he hadn't. since I suck at explaining things, does anyone have it? also, if anyone has any other creepypasta relating to TV shows (Rugrats, Ed Edd n Eddy, etc) and are willing to share, it'd be appreciated! tl;dr anyone have Dead Bart or other similar creepypastas and are willing to share? 4 posts and 3 image replies omitted. Click Reply to view. >> Anonymous 04/28/11(Thu)22:27 No.7537342 wait... there is a creepypasta about Rugrats? I'm watching it right now with my roommates (nostalgia...
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...Fall of Asclepius By Harm 1 and Icrick Prologue Where should I begin? The apocalypse happened so fast. In less than a month, monsters infested every part of this world. People panicked, people died. They clawed at each other just to get out of all the infested areas around the world. There was problem about fleeing from infested areas. Everywhere was infested. There was no where anyone could go without encountering the walking plague. You know that phrase "War is Hell"? Well... it's dead wrong. War at least has some organization to it. What was faced in the last days... by last days I mean the last days of civilization not life; itself. What was faced was hell. Everyone went ape shit insane. Everyone was killing and raping each other into oblivion, because we were under attack by creatures that was so beyond our understanding! Geez, there were many names given to these undead. Some called them demons, others called them lost souls. With all these names, I found only one that was truly worthy; Zombies. It was a simple word. At the same time it was the most complicated word to enter any human language. I mean just think about it... You say that word to anyone before the outbreak and what would they think of? They would, think of those horror movies or comic books where, for no reason what so ever, zombies appear all around the globe in an instance. That's not how it happened for us. There were signs for over two months. It's just that no one took the time to put the...
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...Good Guys Last of the Good Guys Last of the Mark Irwin Copyright 2008 by Mark Irwin All rights Reserved No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without written permission from the author or publisher. There is one exception. Brief passages may be quoted in articles or reviews. Library and Archives Canada Cataloguing in Publication Irwin, Mark, 1944Last of the good guys / Mark Irwin. ISBN 978-1-926582-04-7 I. Title. PS8617.R87L37 2008 C813'.6 C2008-907141-7 Dedication LCDR WB IRWIN MMM CD CHAPTER ONE Shipside A Bayou In Southeast Louisiana Early Monday Evening Bobby identified the second shot from the here and now, the first staying webbed into his dream. He knew without pleasure what the gunshots meant. Though he hadn’t known Howie more than a couple of days, he had become predictable. The lunacy of the disconnected. He pushed the tarp from his head and realized it was still daylight, with the sun backing decisively into evening. Uncomfortably covered with two days of sweat and grime he headed astern without thinking about it. Slowly, getting his legs under him, he moved in favor of the aches in his body. He hoped that everything would take care of itself by the time he got there. When he got to the aft quarterdeck he found Gomez sitting where he’d slept. Their eyes met and Bobby saw without speaking that Gomez didn’t want to...
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...I quickly open the door as we scurry inside as quietly as possible. "Wow, it's only been a day and I've upgraded to using the front door instead instead if a two-story widow.", he whispers. "Well maybe one day you can use it when you're NOT sneaking out. Now shut up and follow me.", I hiss at him. We make my way up the stairs carefully and slip into my room. My heart pounds the entire way. I can't believe I actually just did that. I just successfully snuck my boyfriend into my house! I mean yes I did it yesterday, but this time I personally did it. And my parents have no idea. Seems like I've been living on the wild side lately. "I never got to compliment you on your room. I like it.", he says, wandering around and taking everything in. "Thanks. It's not everyday a boy compliments me on my room." " actually it's not everyday a boy gets to actually be in your room.", he smirks at me. I stick my tongue out at him. "There you go being a child again.", he laughs at me. "Shut up!", I laugh as I walk to my closet. "Where are you going?", he calls out to me. I turn back to him. "Well I want to change into pajamas. A sweater and jeans aren't really the way I want to sleep you know." "Well why can't you change out here?" His question makes me visibly cringe and I know he saw it. A wicked smile spreads across his smile at my uncomfortable state as my cheeks begin to burn. "Umm- I mean- I don't think-" "Vanessa, I'm joking.", he chuckles at me as he flops himself...
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...Look, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelings But I'm only going to get this one chance (Six minutes, six minutes) Something's wrong, I can feel it (Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on) Just a feeling I've got Like something's about to happen But I don't know what If that means, what I think it means, we're in trouble Big trouble. And if he is as bananas as you say I'm not taking any chances You were just what the doctor ordered [Chorus:] I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box? They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot [Verse 1:] But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes I got a laptop in my back pocket My pen'll go off when I half-cock it Got a fat knot from that rap profit Made a living and a killing off it Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office With Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsack I'm an MC still as honest But as rude and as indecent as all hell Syllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with) This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hop You don't really wanna get into a pissing match With this rappity-rap Packing a mack in the back of the Ac backpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yack and at the exact same time I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing that I'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' table Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack...
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...The busy day was at school already half passed as the three class mates also best friends sat with each other having lunch in the classroom. It was too quiet because of a certain cheerful brunette’s gloomy mood. Makoto kept staring at how the young girl kept her palm placed on her neck as if she was hiding something and stayed quiet. Tsurugi, after staring both of them for 10 minutes of complete quietness and feeling awkward, finally decided to break the silence. “Hey did you guys hear about the bon festival!?” the orange haired boy spoke cheerfully “It starts from tomorrow ma dude and dudette!” “So..?” The blunette looked back at him not feeling too excited over the news. “Sooo.. I thought the three of us should go and have some fun there!” Tsurugi winked at Makoto as he gently pointed towards the rose eyed girl to cheer her mood up a bit. Makoto understood his friend and looked towards Asuna “Asu chan! He’s right! Let’s go there tomorrow evening... what do ya say?” He smiled softly at the girl. Asuna finally moved her gaze towards the boys and both of the guys eyes widened a bit to see the tear stains on her pinkish white cheeks “I..I don’t think so guys.. We have guests tomorrow and I should stay home to help out with my dad..” She spoke in a sad voice tone and the blunette could clearly see that the girl was lying. “Enough Asuna! Would ya just tell us what happened to ya!?” Makoto couldn’t take more of her silence and excuse to hide her grief “You look like you were...
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...the bedroom two bathroom HOUSE on the emerald coast. It was mindblowing. So manyu families just give up near the end and the one the patient cares about is the one who seems to care. I dont know Lauras motives. Nobody goes into this soul wrenching practice hoping to make some easy money. Nobody but me. Every Day I put on my plain white uniform and go to work as a sort of bouncer. I dont work at a ritzy night club or private security. The government signs my checks. I dont kick rich kids out of bars. I am often tasked to make sure our clients DONT leave. Hired muscle and a pretty face. Fouty two minutes. I might not have time to get to the gas station to take my morning redbull dosage. This is going to be a long day. This is how they fuck you. Wednsday morning I make plans for the weekend. I was going to go from sterio shop to electronics shop comparing prices. All I want is two ten inch speakers and the required amp to install in my shitty little car. Music has long been my relief. afternoon comes and the next schedule is up on the board. *weekend warrior shift* is a smaller section...
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...The limits of our tolerance portrayed in The Goat or Who is Sylvia? Edward Albee, born on March 12, 1928, is an American playwright who is well known for his controversial works. One controversial piece of work in particular was a play written in 2002 titled The Goat or Who is Sylvia?. The Goat or Who is Sylvia? has received mixed reviews. Some people believe that the sole meaning behind the play is bestiality and find the subject matter to be disturbing; others believe that the play has much more meaning to it besides bestiality. Edward Albee has said that The Goat or Who is Sylvia? is about “the limits of our tolerance of the behavior of others than ourselves, especially when such behavior ran counter to what we believe to be acceptable social moral boundaries, and our unwillingness to imagine ourselves behaving in such an unacceptable fashion.” In The Goat or Who is Sylvia?, writer Edward Albee uses dialogue between the characters Ross, Billy, and Martin to portray and criticized the limits of our tolerance as a society. In the opening scene of The Goat or Who is Sylvia? Martin is interviewed by his best friend, Ross Tuttle, on his fiftieth birthday. Martin is being interviewed for a television segment titled “People Who Matter” because of his recent accomplishments; he became the youngest person ever to win the Pritzker Price and was chosen to design a new two hundred billion dollar dream city of the future name “World City”. This is the happiest moment in Martin’s...
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...To Love is to love but not to love is to die an what not…pineapples what are they are they the product of a pine cone loving a apple and limes does it hurt that everyone loves lemons over you does it hurt how oranges are so good yet grapefruit are fucking disgusting the dog flew the cat lived the mango was good on my water ice… if cucumber can become pickles why cant I become a phoenix if jake can love a rainacon why cant I love you to love is th love an wtf is this shit bleh bleh bleh bleh 250 words why must I hurt with love I love you yes I do I do I do love orange soda who do you do that’s who now fly with me to the land of ooohh pickles fly high in the sky like rain on the ground high like a bird or down like a turd up up an away on this beautiful day I sore but no more cuz my wings hurt I worked a 12 hr shift when I meet her she will love me for me an I for her we will love an be loved by me she was a child an I was a child by the seagull im alomost there just about don’t the finish line is within reach do u see me hun I loe u u love me we will be will be bam bitch 250 mother humping...
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...Irvine Welsh Trainspotting IRVINE WELSH works, rests and raves in Edinburgh. He has had a variety of occupations too numerous and too tedious to recount. Trainspotting was his first novel and he has also published a collection of short stories, a novella entitled The Acid House and a second novel, Marabou Stork Nightmares. IRVINE WELSH TRAINSPOTTING Minerva Thanks to the following: Lesley Bryce, David Crystal, Margaret Fulton–Cook, janice Galloway, Dave Harrold, Duncan McLean, Kenny McMillan, Sandy Macnair, David Millar, Robin Robertson, Julie Smith, Angela Sullivan, Dave Todd, Hamish Whyte, Kevin Williamson. Versions of the following stories have appeared in other publications: 'The First Day Of The Edinburgh Festival' in Scream If You Want To Go Faster: New Writing Scotland 9 (ASLS), 'Traditional Sunday Breakfast'in DOG (Dec, 1991), 'It Goes Without Saying' in West Coast Magazine No. 11, 'Trainspotting at Leith Central Station' in A Parcel of Rogues (Clocktower Press), 'Grieving and Mourning In Port Sunshine' in Rebel Inc No. 1 and 'Her Man, The Elusive Mr Hunt' and 'Winter In West Granton' in Past Tense (Clocktower Press). The second part of 'Memories of Matty' also appeared in the aforementioned Clocktower Press publication as 'After The Burning'. Contents KICKING – – * THE SKAG BOYS, JEAN–CLAUDE VAN DAMME AND MOTHER SUPERIOR; JUNK DILEMMAS NO. 63; THE FIRST DAY OF THE EDINBURGH FESTIVAL; IN OVERDRIVE; GROWING UP IN PUBLIC; VICTORY ON NEW YEAR'S DAY; IT GOES WITHOUT...
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...Baby don't tell nobody Yeah I know what your saying is the truth Baby don't tell nobody Don't front me off in front of company You know we could work that out Maybe we should work that Maybe we should work that out You know we could work that Baby don't tell nobody Don't front me off in front of company (Verse 1) I just text yo phone like 30 something times in a row You ain't gotta lie Cause its going on 5 And if you ain't in my bed Then you laying with a ho So fuck that love shit I don't feel none of that Like i'm numb to the pain Said i'm done with the game But I'm still here running back Cause I already know your lingo You talk to these hoes like you're single You know you really love pulling fast ones Cheat, come home and act dumb Pussy nigga, pussy nigga Listen nigga, I see shit Even when you ain't in sight I just hold it in like its pitching time Ive been holding back for a long while Just hoping soon it'll turn around but How can I word this You ain't been perfect Tell me you working it Your phone losing service And now i'm here thinking Like "this nigga tweakin" You sorry, pathetic and far from authentic You liar, you fronter You just like these other niggas As much as I hate you I still wanna date you You better just hope I don't (Chorus) Tell nobody Yeah I know what your saying is the truth Baby dont tell nobody Dont front me off in front of company You know we could work that out Maybe we should work that Maybe we...
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...BOYZVOYZBOYZBOYZ Fuckers in school telling me, always in the barber shop Chief Keef ain’t bout this, Chief Keef ain’t bout that My boy a BD on fucking Lamron and them He, he they say that nigga don’t be putting in no work SHUT THE FUCK UP! Y'all niggas ain’t know shit All ya motherfuckers talk about Chief Keef ain’t no hitta Chief Keef ain’t this Chief Keef a fake SHUT THE FUCK UP Y'all don’t live with that nigga Y'all know that nigga got caught with a ratchet Shootin' at the police and shit Nigga been on probation since fuckin, I don’t know when! Motherfuckers stop fuckin' playin' him like that Them niggas savages out there If I catch another motherfucker talking sweet about Chief Keef I’m fucking beating they ass! I’m not fucking playing no more You know those niggas role with Lil' Reese and themFuckers in school telling me, always in the barber shop Chief Keef ain’t bout this, Chief Keef ain’t bout that My boy a BD on fucking Lamron and them He, he they say that nigga don’t be putting in no work SHUT THE FUCK UP! Y'all niggas ain’t know shit All ya motherfuckers talk about Chief Keef ain’t no hitta Chief Keef ain’t this Chief Keef a fake SHUT THE FUCK UP Y'all don’t live with that nigga Y'all know that nigga got caught with a ratchet Shootin' at the police and shit Nigga been on probation since fuckin, I don’t know when! Motherfuckers stop fuckin' playin' him like that Them niggas savages out there If I catch another motherfucker talking sweet about Chief Keef I’m fucking...
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