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About Harry Underwood

Website designer, blogger. Columbus, GA. #LGBT #p2 #wordpress

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Im taking a hiatus from DA, as you guys have noticed. I dont know why, I just dont visit it as much as I used to. Of course Im just as strongly interested in anthro art and transformations, and of course Im still a writer. Its just that I spent too much energy and put too much dedication into writing too fast. So basically Im burnt out in terms of my writing. Hopefully Ill be able to find new ideas for writing essays at DA, and actually have the energy, time, and place to do it.

But for now, Im too busy creating communities and stuff at LJ. Furthermore, Im worrying about school, as my Mom has promised to send me back to public school before the cutoff deadline for transfers comes, so at least there’s some promise of justice in the world. Finally, college; Im gonna be looking for scholarships ALL year, and we’re talking four-year, since two-year college wouldnt do justice for me, at least, in terms of finance and stuff. Im leaning towards three areas:

University of Minnesota, Twin Cities campus
Any university in Ontario
Any public college in California (why bother, they have the worst tax situation in the Union)
New Zealand (LOTR capital of the world; most isolated Western nation in the world; very nice people, i hear and read)
Australia (other than the good standard of living, I dont know why Id bother with one of the most racist nations on earth)

Somebody help me!

fu………..ck

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These last two weeks of school have been hell for your snowkitty/psychologist/historian/intellectual. Im mad at Mom because before school started, she told me all of these glowing things about the changes made to the private school. However, she failed to find out the REAL details from the school admin, and as a result, Im in this private school for all the wrong reasons (at least thats the way I feel, and have always felt).

Oh, and just to show how irate I am with the school admin, I should show you all a picture of my face right now. The head of the school, who was supposed to be better than the pastor of the church, made me cut off BOTH MY BEARD AND MY MUSTACHE. Seriously.

Im just so fed up with life, period. Hell, I even contemplated suicide this week because I was in tears after an incident that I dont want to tell or explaining right now.

However, Mom finally compromised with me: She would let me go to REAL high school right before the deadline for school transfer, which would probably be by Decmber or January, so right now, at least I can look forward to a few more months of pure agony and anger.

oh yeah, did i forget to say that my sis is back in Iraq. hideous.

*YAWNS* im going to bed to sleep VERY late

A gothic-sounding poem by Amiri baraka

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An Agony. As Now.

I am inside someone
who hates me. I look
out from his eyes. Smell
what fouled tunes come in
to his breath. Love his
wretched women.

Slits in the metal, for sun. Where
my eyes sit turning, at the cool air
the glance of light, or hard flesh
rubbed against me, a woman, a man
without shadow, or voice, or meaning.

This is the enclosure (flesh,
where innocence is a weapon. An
abstraction. Touch. (Not mine.
Or yours, if you are the soul I had
and abandoned when I was blind and had
my enemies carry me as a dead man
(if he is beautiful or pitied.

It can be pain. (As now, as all his
flesh hurts me.) It can be that. Or
pain. As when she ran from me into
that forest
Or pain, the mind
silver spiraled whirled against the
sun, higher than even old men thought
God would be. Or pain. And the other. The
yes. (Inside his books, his fingers. They
are withered yellow flowers and were never
beautiful.) The yes. You will, lost soul, say
‘beauty.’ Beauty, practiced, as the tree. The
slow river. A white sun in its wet sentences.

Or, the cold men in their gale. Ecstasy. Flesh
or soul. The yes. (Their robes blown. Their bowls
empty. They chant at my heels, not at yours.) Flesh
or soul, as corrupt. Where the answer moves too quickly.
Where the God is a self, after all.)

Cold air blown through narrow blind eyes. Flesh,
white hot metal. Glows as the day with its sun.
It is a human love. I live inside. A bony skeleton
you recognize as words or simple feeling.

But it has no feeling. As the metal is hot, it is not, given to love.

It burns the thing
inside it. And that thing
screams.

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HASH(0x8aed370)
Your soul is OPEN-MINDED. Although you do have
strong opinions and make decisions, you never
make them without thinking first of not only
everything that is, but those that may not be
as well. People trust that you’ll willingly
hear them out and understand when they tell you
something, and you are well-liked for it. You
are often the mediator in disputes and your
desire to do what is right overcomes all else.
You are an understanding and admirable soul.

What Is Your Soul’s Trait?
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Found this at Quizilla. Yep, this most definately describes me, dont you think?

An interesting site

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http://library.thinkquest.org/22845/kush/index.shtml

The Kingdom of Kush/Nubia/whatever. Ive realized something while poring over maps of both Egypt and the Sudan. But Im going to talk about it at one of the cmomunities for black africans at lj. join me?

And also, Im gonna buy that book “The Destruction of Black Civilization” by Chancellor Williams, or at least order it, since B. Dalton at the Macon Mall doesnt have it in stock. Itll be $16.95 to order it, and an extra 4 bucks to have it delivered in the mail. So since I rarely spend money, I think that this would be a good time to get something that Ive always wanted to possess rather than borrow from the library.

Besides, its a powerful and influential cult classic.

From animefreak40k:

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“y’know….considering that you have stopped by my page a couple of times and left your words of wisdom, i just had to stop and see just whats going on over here.

now, the first thing i check for is a DevID (why? i curiouslly nosey like that)….and i must say that for one so young (no offense mind you) you seem to be quite leared and well…..uncorrupted i guess. i really cant put my finger on it, but it just seems that youre more open-minded and thoughtful than many folks twice your age….and good god knows how many that are your age.

you have vast potential to go far in this world my friend, keep your head up and your eyes open”

animefreak40k posted this some time ago on my userpage at DA. Very inspiring words, I appreciate them.

We talked alot about politics, the Apocalypse, and stuff like that through DA PMing, and, by debating, we’ve learned things we didnt expect to find out. Very cool army guy. Maybe not all Army guys are patriotic hardasses (like my sister *snort!*)

I love being an Aquarius! 😀

Subliminal messages

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Originally posted here. 

I remember watching an episode of “Conspiracies” on TechTV that was dealing with conspiracies concerning the mind, like mind control and brain implants. However, one thing has stayed with me since then: subliminal messages.

Subliminal messages are messages that are transmitted subconsciously (and clandestinely) through different mediums, although our senses are unable to detect them or their transmission (unless those who are responsible for their transmission are put under scrutiny and investigation of the most strenuous kinds).

Such messages have been alleged to have been transmitted through tv commercials and radio pop music hits, and if so, are most likely to say such things as “buy this product”, “buy my album”, or even “my sweet satan”.

But exactly why would they transmit these types of messages in the mediums of pop culture, like tv, radio, or maybe the internet?

The purpose of subliminal messages is for whoever the transmitter is to intoxicate the senses with media fodder in order to bypass them and etch a message of some kind into the subconscious. In this way, even although your senses may lead you to a repugnant attitude toward that particular medium’s fodder, a message has been communicated to the subconscious, a message that may be telling you to buy this album or product, and you’ll be surprised to find yourself at the store, buying that product, not long after! :lol:

So, now that Ive explained subliminal messages in the best way I could, I now come to a conclusion: As subliminal messages are meant to bypass the senses to write a somewhat penetrating message into your mind, wouldnt it be possible for subliminal messages to combine with the whole therianthropy/tf/anthro/furry thing?

My thing is, for us who have trouble with m-shifting, as if p-shifting was an unreachable goal already, wouldnt it help if subliminal messages could write something into our subconscious, like “you are not human. you know this. you are turning into a horse. you are growing a muzzle….” and so on?

Because think about it: if you read that message just now, didnt it sound a little, well, off? If so, then imagine if your senses didnt detect anything off about it? Basically, when something is fed into your subconscious, it becomes a piece of reality, truth, or fact for you, or at least it should….

I think that such messages, if given full effect, would change the way we sense and perceive things that are familiar to us. Even things that we imagine or wish could be more than mere imagination or wishing if they penetrated into and infiltrated our subconscious.

What do you guys think?

Last night? im such a night owl…

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Well, right now, Ive been up for a very unhealthily long time, perusing my comp for, well, I cant tell you guys since its very embarrassing @.@

My army sis is here until Sunday on r&r, so its a good get-together time for her, her husband, and her two boys. Today we all drove to Fort Benning, where she wants to be stationed when she thinks that she’ll be permanently out of Iraq next year, prolly January. She’s objected to my strong urge to move north to either MN or ON, and she offered to let me stay with them when they move to Fort Benning next year.

After seeing a tour of the post (air force: base; army: post), I was like, hell no Im not moving to the boonies! Warner Robins/Robins AFB is better than this, dammit!

So yeah, NOW Im totally resolute on moving north, no question in that.

Now Im still wondering about whether MN or ON to move to for college/bachelor/after-high-school living.

I would want to move to ON because its another country, another flag, and, well, I just like Canada, even though Ive never been there!

But at the same time, Im still pondering on MN. Why? Because Ive come into more contact with friends through DA and IM and other stuff. Nauta, MJ, and Sev all live in the Minneapolis vicinity, and theyre great people to be around.

And the fact that Sev is finally certain on getting a residence by next spring so that we two can be roommates is giving more to the Minnesota option. Nauta told me that things will get better for all four of us by next year, so I hope on that myself. Meanwhile, for the rest of this year, my options with regards to MN and ON remain open. So I might end up with Sev (as roommate), Nauta, and MJ, or I might be neighbors with Strype, by this time next year.

Strange though. Nauta is 23, Sev is 19 (i think), MJ is 18, and Im, well, 17. And furthermore, as I dont have MSNIM, YIM, or ICQ with me right now, thanx to my older sis (not the one who’s in the army) screwing with my comp, I can only use AIM at the moment. Is that telling me something? That I sould turn my eyes toward Minnesota, since Nauta, Sev, and MJ use AIM regularly? I dont know…..

Sweeeeet! @.@; Im going to bed.

Im back. well……*sigh*

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I just got into the door on Friday, and Im back in Warner Robins.

*sigh*

This is the first time that Ive seen dsl, or have felt at home this good, or anything like that since I left for STL slightly less than a month ago.

Not saying that all of it’s roses….

Come to find out that my oldest sister, who comes by often, decided to screw with my comp; now Im just pissed as hell that she took off my MSN service, which was doing fine with another dsl service to add, and she fucked it up so damn bad that I can no longer use ICQ, MSNIM, or YIM. And to add insult to injury, whatever she did to it, I cant download anything anymore.

AAARRRRGGGHHH!!!!

but at least, i have dsl, and i dont have dad to look behind my back and bitch about how much I use the comp.

oh yeah, my younger sis is here for the next 9 days or so, on r&r from iraq, which is a good thing, i guess.

so im hoping that things get back to normal for me before school starts.

oh, and one more thing: the school which i despise so much decided that, if i come back to there for my senior year, ill be able to have

1) an earlier graduation than is offered to other students

2) shorter school days

3) no grad test

So i think ill try the school one more time. ill risk religious dialogue being shoved down my throat one last time. then its vamoose to high school for me; hello bachelor life, or college dorm!

Its been a while…

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Ive been up here for nearly two weeks now, and I havent been online for a long while, but now I hope to be on here alot more, now that Dad’s basically done with his hasty connection talk. His comp is sucky, and he has dialup. Plus, I have to ride with him everyday all over Missouri and both central and southern Illinois in his semi. By now I hate it, but I hope to have more to do in STL once Dad’s let up on me. He’s been talking on and on and on since I arrived at his house, but I guess he cant help it, considering his persnoality, and the fact that we havent been together under the same roof since 1993, when he and Mom divorced. So he’s making an attempt to connect with me before I become a senior in August.

Im also a very giddy snowkitty because this coming Tuesday, I get to go to the Furmeet at Mokabe’s Coffee House on Arsenal St., where Ill be able to come into contact with the furry fandom IRL. Ive already talked to Tyger Cowboy, who is going to the furmeet as well, so Im like, very, very edgy.

Also, I discovered coffee back on Sunday at the Galleria. I ran into the Starbucks there, and I thought about how my Dad’s wife, Almaz, makes her own coffee for guests (she’s from Addis Ababa). So I was like, what the hell, and I asked the guy at the counter about coffee. He showed me a sample cup of Verona brew, which didnt taste that good, although it perked up when I added ALOT of sugar and whole milk to it. So the guy suggested that I try a cup of Vanilla latte with whipped cream, and when I tasted it, I was like, damn! This stuff is good! Ive been asking Dad if I can get another cup of Vanilla latte ever since. 😀

Oh yeah, we’re going to the Wallflowers concert for the 4th of July, although Im not celebrating (Dad’s taking the instruments and other stuff to the place theyre performing at).

But, except for that, its been a boring two weeks in STL.

*yawn* Im going to bed.