The Fiction we live By The Legion of Doom

Oh why can’t I be what you need?(You might be just what I need)
A new improved version of me.(No I would not change a thing)
But I’m nothing so good no, I’m nothing…(Been dreaming of this so long)
Just bones, a lonely ghost burning down songs(But we only exist in this song)
Of violence, of love, and of sorrow.(The thing is, I’m not worth the sorrow)
I beg for just one more tomorrow!(And if you come and meet me tomorrow)
Where you’d hold me down, fold me in(I will hold you down, fold you in)
Deep deep deep in the heart of your sins.(Deep, deep, deep in the fiction we live)
I’d break in two over you(I break in two over you)
I’d break in two(I break in two)
And each piece of me dies(And if a piece of you dies)
And only you can give the breath of life!(Autumn, I will bring you back to life)
But you don’t see me.(Of course I see you)
You don’t.(I do.)

Here I’m pinned between darkness and light,
Bleached and blinded by these nights.
Where I’m tossing and tortured till dawn
By you, visions of you, then you’re gone.
The shock bleeds the red from my face,
When i hear someone’s taken my place.
How could love be so thoughtless, so cruel?
When all, all that i did was for you…

I’d break in two over you
I’d break in two
And each piece of me dies
And only you can give the breath of life!
But you dont see me. You don’t.

I’d break in two over you
I’d break in two
And each piece of me dies
And only you can give the breath of life!
But you don’t see me. You don’t.

I’d break in two over you,
I’d break in two over you! Over you
I’d break in two,
I would break in two for you.
Now you see me, now you don’t.
Now you need me, now you don’t

......His Behaviour is deemed okay by their standards, but her behaviour will just get labelled obsessive. But isn't love obsessive? Isn't that what it's all about? It eats you up, controls your mind, takes you over and everybody says, "oh, that's so beautiful, they're in love." But when it's over, and you start sending your ex-lover letters written in chicken blood, you're suddenly labelled "insane" because you're willing to do anything - absolutely anything you think will bring them back to you, Now tell me, is that fair?.......

(From the novel My Legendary Girlfriend By Mike Gayle)

Misplacing car keys. Not remembering a familiar name. Some people do become more forgetful as they get older. That's a normal part of aging. Alzheimer's disease is not.

Alzheimer's disease affects approximately 4.5 million people in the U.S. Over time, Alzheimer's disease gradually destroys a person's memory and ability to learn and carry out daily activities such as talking, eating, and going to the bathroom. As the disease progresses, individuals may also experience changes in personality and behavior. Unfortunately, there are no cures for Alzheimer's disease and there is no way to predict how fast someone will progress through the stages of the disease.

However, early Alzheimer's diagnosis and treatment can slow the progression of Alzheimer's symptoms. If you or someone you are caring for is suffering from Alzheimer's disease, you may want to talk with the doctor about a unique Alzheimer's medication called Namenda (memantine HCl). It works in an entirely different way than all of the other Alzheimer's therapies on the market and has been shown in clinical trials to safely and effectively treat moderate to severe Alzheimer's disease.

The brain is the most complex organ of the human body. It controls functions that affect all aspects of our daily lives – activities like speaking, moving, making decisions, and having emotional responses. The brain also controls functions we're not conscious of – such as digestion, breathing, and circulation.

When a person is suffering from Alzheimer's disease, abnormal changes are taking place in the brain. The cause of Alzheimer's disease begins with nerve cells, responsible for learning and memory functions, which begin to become damaged and eventually die. As a result, certain aspects of brain functioning that control memory, behavior, personality, and other bodily functions, can be lost.

As these changes occur, a person with Alzheimer's disease will advance through the stages of Alzheimer's disease, suffering from the various symptoms associated with them. It's important to understand the stages and symptoms of Alzheimer's disease to ensure appropriate treatment.

Severe Alzheimer's Disease

In the advanced stage of Alzheimer's disease, damage to the brain's nerve cells is widespread. At this point, full–time care is typically required. For friends, family, and Alzheimer's caregivers, this can be the most difficult stage. People with severe Alzheimer's disease may have difficulty walking, and they often suffer complications from other illnesses, such as pneumonia. Signs of severe Alzheimer's disease may include:

• May groan, scream, mumble, or speak gibberish
• Behavioral symptoms common
  • Refuses to eat
  • Inappropriately cries out
• Failure to recognize family or faces
• Difficulty with all essential activities of daily living
• Abusing himself and others 

(My dad's uncle died of this awful disease, Allah yer7amak bra7emto ya 3amo sameer, he died a very sad death, he died alone, his kids turned their backs on him, he has 6 kids, he was a very kind man, very poor, uneducated, and lived on people's kindness, but he was one of the most amazing people i knew, he used 2 care about me, talk to me, make me feel like i was special, he died at the sever stage of Alzheimer's, i know one day we are all going to die, and this is in Allah's hands, but his death really hurted us.

when we first realized he had Alzheimer's, my grandfather "his brother" tried to put him in a special medical center, that cares for the elderly and specially people with this disease, the stupid country system we live in wouldn't allow him to enter one, because he wasn't a local, and my granfather Allah ysam7o didn't take any actions, he left him home, with his old wife, and that's how he died, Allah yer7amo

so if any of you had a perent or a relative, that shows signs or suffers from this disease, take actions immediately, you might actually help this person, spend his/her last years of life peacefully)

KNOXVILLE, Tenn. - This white alligator has it made in the shade. A rare albino alligator on loan to the Knoxville Zoo spent one recent afternoon basking under a heat lamp beside a warm pool with one claw lazily dipped in the water. If outside, her skin would burn in the sun.

"Is she real?" is the most common question from visitors, says Phil Colclough, assistant curator of herpetology at the zoo.

"Nobody believes she's real. They stare until she takes a breath or moves her eyes or jumps in the pool."

The alligator's name was decided through a contest and will be announced Monday. The creature is on loan from the Alligator Farm Zoological Park in St. Augustine, Fla., which has about 30 animals that have been acquired over the last 15 years from a commercial farmer in Cut Off, La.

The albinos are found in the same nest every year and are believed to be produced from the same male and female pair, said David Kledzik, curator of reptiles in St. Augustine.

The Florida park made a deal with the farmer to get the albinos. He hatches and raises them until he is ready to give them up, Kledzik said.

"Every few years we get a call, 'Come get your albinos.' We go out there and get the albinos. We may get six or eight a trip," Kledzik said.

(To see the pic of the albino gator and to read the original story go to this link http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/odd_albino_alligator;_ylt=ArfwyiEdLwzgitalzzhFKYEE1vAI  

Make me feel like a beggar
Make me feel like a thief
Make me feel like a battle, that cannot end in peace
Make me feel like running, as if I've lost my nerve
Make me feel like crying, tears I don't deserve

Please bleed
So I know that you are real
So I know that you can feel
The damage that you've done
Who have I become
To myself I am numb, I am numb, I am numb

Is this really living
Sometimes it's hard to tell
Or is this a kind of gentler hell
Turn out the lights
And let me stare into your soul
I was born and bled for you old

Please bleed
So I know that you are real
So I know that you can feel
The damage that you've done
Who have I become
To myself I am numb, I am numb, I am numb

Never said thank you
Never said please
Never gave reason to believe
So as it stands I remain on my knees
Good lovers make great enemies

Please bleed
So I know that you are real
So I know that you can feel
The damage that you've done
Who have I become
To myself I am numb, I am numb, I am numb

(sometimes it takes more than tears 2 show that u r human with emotions...sometimes it take actual dark crimson red to prove it..)

GUWEI'IYYA, Saudi Arabia (Reuters) - The legs are long, the eyes are big, the bodies curvaceous.

Contestants in this Saudi-style beauty pageant have all the features you might expect anywhere else in the world, but with one crucial difference -- the competitors are camels.

This week, the Qahtani tribe of western Saudi Arabia has been welcoming entrants to its Mazayen al-Ibl competition, a parade of the "most beautiful camels" in the desolate desert region of Guwei'iyya, 120 km (75 miles) west of Riyadh.

"In Lebanon they have Miss Lebanon," jokes Walid, moderator of the competition's Web site. "Here we have Miss Camel."

While tremendous oil wealth has brought rapid modernisation to the desert state of Saudi Arabia, the camel remains celebrated as a symbol of the traditional nomadic lifestyle of Bedouin Arabs.

Throughout history camels have served multiple purposes as food, friend, transport and war machine. They were key to the Arab conquests of the Middle East and North Africa nearly 1,400 years ago that brought Islam to the world.

Camels are also big business in a country where strict Islamic laws and tribal customs would make it impossible for women to take part in their own beauty contest.

Delicate females or strapping males who attract the right attention during this week's show could sell for a million or more riyals. Sponsors have provided 10 million riyals (1.36 million pounds) for the contest, cash that also covers the 72 sports utility vehicles to be will be awarded as prizes.

"Bedouin Arabs are intimately connected to camels and they want to preserve this heritage. The importance of this competition is that it helps preserve the pure-breds," said Sheikh Omair, one of the tribe's leaders,

"We have more than 250 owners taking part and more than 1,500 camels," he said inside a huge tent where the final awards ceremony takes place.

RESTLESS BEAUTY QUEENS

Over at the camel pen, the contestants are getting restless as the desert wind howls and whips up swirls of sand in the hot afternoon sun.

Amid a large crowd of Bedouin who have gathered to watch, the head of the judging committee emerges to venture into an enclosure with some two dozen angry braying camels.

Camel-drivers sing songs of praise to their prized possessions as they try to calm the animals down.

"Beautiful, beautiful!" the judge mutters quietly to himself, inspecting the group. Finalists have been decorated with silver bands and body covers.

"The nose should be long and droop down, that's more beautiful," explains Sultan al-Qahtani, one of the organisers. "The ears should stand back, and the neck should be long. The hump should be high, but slightly to the back."

The camels are divided into four categories according to breed -- the black majaheem, white maghateer, dark brown shi'l and the sufur, which are beige with black shoulders. Arabic famously has over 40 terms for different types of camel.

Some females have harnesses strapped around their genitalia to thwart any efforts by the males to mount them. One repeat offender called Marjaa has been moved away.

"This one would fetch a million!" says Hamad al-Sudani, a camel-driver, admiring the heavy stud, or fahl.

(um.....now that is another good reason why NO ONE should live here!, unless you enjoy looking at camels, and men in  heat over their beauty  

HAYS, Kansas - When 95-year-old Nola Ochs graduates next month, she will be the world's oldest college graduate. The record Ochs will break, according to Guinness World Records, belongs to Mozelle Richardson, who at age 90 in 2004 received a journalism degree from the University of Oklahoma.

On Thursday, the Kansas Legislature honored Ochs with praise and standing ovations.

Ochs did not plan to break records. She started taking classes at a community college after her husband of 39 years, Vernon, died in 1972. A class here and there over the years, and she was close to having enough hours for an undergraduate degree.

Last fall, Ochs moved the 100 miles from her farm to an apartment at Fort Hays State University to complete the final 30 hours to get a general studies degree with an emphasis on history.

An added joy for Ochs is that her 21-year-old granddaughter, Alexandra Ochs, will graduate with her.

"How many people my age have a chance to hang out with their grandmothers? She's really accepted by the other students," Alexandra said. "They enjoy her, but probably not as much as I do."

With her white hair pulled into a bun, Nola Ochs walks purposely down hallways to classes with her books in a cloth tote bag. Students nod and smile; she is described as witty, charming and down to earth.

"Everybody has accepted me, and I feel just like another student," she said. "The students respect me."

She added: "I don't dwell on my age. It might limit what I can do. As long as I have my mind and health, it's just a number."

Todd Leahy, history department chairman, wondered at first if Ochs could keep up with the other students. After her second week, all doubts were gone. Now he wants to record oral histories with her after she graduates.

"I can tell them about it, but to have Nola in class adds a dynamic that can't be topped," Leahy said. "It's a firsthand perspective you seldom get."

For instance, Ochs offered recollections of the 1930s Dust Bowl — skies so dark that lamps were lit during the day, and wet sheets placed over windows to keep out dust that sounded like pelting sleet hitting the house.

"We should all be so lucky and do such amazing things. Her achievement challenges us all to reach for our own goals and dreams," said Tom Nelson, chief operating officer of the American Association of Retired Persons.

Ochs is proudest of being the matriarch of a family that includes three sons — a fourth died in 1995 — along with 13 grandchildren and 15 great grandchildren.

After graduation, Ochs might travel or take some more classes at a community college. And after that, "I'm going to seek employment on a cruise ship as a storyteller," she said, smiling.

(Now this woman is amazing!, can't wait 2 read about her in world record  books!)

Small said, "But what about when we are dead and gone, will you love me then, does love go on?"

Large held Small snug as they looked out at the night, at the moon in the dark and the stars shining bright. "Small, look at the stars, how they shine and glow, some of the stars died a long time ago. Still they shine in the evening skies, for you see, small, love like starlight never dies..."

HILLSIDE, N.J. - Police here say a man charged with drug possession had an unusual place to store his stash: his 6-year-old daughter's jacket pocket. Dennis Riker, 41, raised suspicions Monday morning when he stopped by his daughter's school in Hillside, saying he had left his keys in her jacket.

But the staff at the A.P. Morris School would not let him in because Riker was not the girl's legal guardian. That role belonged to the girl's grandmother

Police said Riker, unbeknownst to the school, called the woman to ask her to come to the school. Meanwhile, school officials called her, too, but believed someone else answered and impersonated the woman. And then, the actual grandmother arrived, saying she wanted the girl's jacket.

It was all so strange that principal Tracey Wolff called police to the school. An officer checked the coat and found 25 vials of cocaine and a half-ounce rock of crack in the pocket inside.

Riker was charged with drug possession with intent to distribute and possessing drugs within 1,000 feet of a school. He was being held in municipal jail on $40,000 bail.

The grandmother said her son duped her into asking for the jacket.

And the 6-year-old? Authorities said she had no idea what was in her pocket.

"It's unconscionable that an adult would knowingly put drugs in a child's coat pocket," Police Chief Robert Quinlan told The Star-Ledger of Newark for Tuesday's newspapers.

(So i bet this is great news!, there is no one on earth we could trust anymore.I mean, if u can't even trust a parent, who can u trust?)

KARACHI (Reuters) - Pakistani police are hunting a man who dug up his father's two-year old corpse and took it home in a hijacked ambulance to try to bring him back to life.

 As I walk along these streets
I see a man who walks alone
Just an echo, what people see
Has no place to call his own
A shot rings out from a roof overhead
A crack-head asks for change nearby
The old man lies in the alleyway dead
A little girl lost just
Stands there and cries
What would you do?
(What would you do?)
If it was you
(If it was you)
Would you take everything
For granted like you do?

Boy’s just thirteen on the corner for sale
Swallows his pride for another hit
Overpopulation, there’s no room in jail
But most of you don’t give a sh*t that
Your daughters are porno stars
And your sons sell death to kids
So lost in your little world
Your little worlds you’ll never fix

As I walk along these streets
Soaking up the acid rain
And beneath those taxi cabs
I hear those streets cry out in vain

(What caught my attention in this song, is how well it touch issues we face these days, and how we give it the "blind eye" , thinking it would all go away, but in reality, it will scar us forever...)

PG...(parent's guidance) mine where not there, where were yours?, i think that's a question we should all take in consideration

Nine year old Joey was a "mechanical boy". He functioned as if he were a remotely controlled robot. When he entered the dinning room he would plug himself into an imaginary electric outlet in order to get energy to eat. When the inner machinery was working, Joey could be animated and the center of attention. But when the machinery was idle, Joey would be so quiet and motionless so to disappear from notice.

Joey was not a "sometimes robot". His fantasy would totally engulfed him so that every action was part of his mechanical character. He needed an imaginary carburetor to breathe, motors to run him during the day, exhaust pipes through which he exhaled, and assorted apparatus to "live him" through each night. Many times a day, he would noisily shift gears to higher levels of functioning until he exploded with screams of "crash, crash".Interestingly. children and adults responded to his pantomime with respect for it's reality in joey's mechanical brain. They carefully steped over joey's wires so as not to interrupt his apparent life force.

On one level, Joey seemed like a highlt complex piece of machinery, a surprisingly advanced programmed humanoid with a superiority complex but at a more basic level, little joey was a fragile. barely develop infant. why had joey become a nine-year old automaton?

Psychologist Bruno Bettelheim, who treated joey and reported his case, traces the origins of joey's delusional system to a totally impersonal.Indifferent rearing by parents who completely ignored him, joey's mother, insecure, detached, and self-preoccupied, reported: "I never knew i was pregnant," his birth" did not make any difference, " " I did not want to see or nurse him, I had no feeling of actual dislike - i simply didn't want to take care of him." When his father was on leave from the army his only response to the child was to discharge his own frustration by punishing Joey when he cried at night.

Robust and responsive at birth, by eighteen months joey was frail, irritable, quiet remote, and growing more inaccessible. Early in life he began to withdraw into himself, to talk only to some inner listener of his imaginary tales. He also became obsessed with the workings of machines, like an old electric fan which he took apart and put together again and again.

In time, the machines replaced people as his role models. He believed they were better, stronger, harder, and besides, they didn't break. So why not become one?To do so, Joey substituted mechanical parts for his vital organs and machinery for his thought processes and feelings. A "criticizer" machines prevented him from "saying words which have unpleasant feelings." His "tubes" bled when they hurt, and when a potential playmate rebuffed one of his rare advances, Joey cried, "he broke my feelings."

Joey was a schizophrenic child who was imprisoned in a fantasy. He had created a delusional system in order to survive in a world that did not allow him to be human. Human emotions were transformed into inhuman energy source which could not suffer anymore pain. Joey's survival strategy "worked" ; it made him too remote to be controlled and abused by any uncaring people.

After three years of intensive treatment. Joey was able to exchange the machinery for his humanity. When he was twelve, joey made the slogan for a parade flag - "feelings are more important than anything under the sun".

Not all little joeys reenter society once they have been abandoned or have lot contact with the reality principle that guides most other people's everyday lives. The study of psychopathology is an inquiry into the nature of madness. It is an investigation of the forms of deviant behavior, distorted thinking, and impoverished feelings of the mentally ill.'

Tomorrow,

I'm going to find a way to die

I'm living only for a lover

And the death of you and I

But if you find a way to break my back, with needles, a thread and a quilt?

Will you cover me in kerosene and burn my guilt?

Will you spit on the road i took? Will you cry from all the drugs i took?

And i'll never ask again...

Will i wake up feeling half of you

I have been stripped or torn in two

To kill a young girl's point of view

Is to kill her only friend...