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Is that too much to ask?

There was a new boy at school. He sat in the back, all alone. The teacher was doing roll call. "Jessica?" The boy froze. "..Jessica? Is she here today?" The boy raised his hand shakily and muttered quietly, almost scared. "Here." What sort of name was that for a boy? Jessica? She must be a girl, then. At lunch she was alone, crying. Why was she crying? Because everything felt so wrong. Her name didn't fit her. Her body didn't fit her. She was a boy on the inside. Why was she a girl on the outside? She truly thought it was to torture her. So she scarred the body she hated, as if it would do any good

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Pass

"Dude.. You're a girl!" His words shot through me like a jolt of electricity. Did he just say what I think he did? He did, didn't it? I analyze my situation quickly. What happened exactly? My mind feels hazy and it takes me a few seconds to recall. I was trying to enjoy a walk through the park with my friends when Hilda clumsily spilled her soda on me. My shirt was soaked but Hilbert offered to take me home to change. He had offerred his jacket to me.. After that we rushed home, I went to my room and he came into my room. Did he want his jacket back? I guess he does. He's standing in front of me, head turned, blushing furiously. It takes

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Trangst Poem - FTM

The girl who never was and the boy who cannot be. A face unknown. Hollow, Lacking, Vacant. It stares. Bones grow out of place, Bulging, twisting, breaking up straight lines. Blood follows, a screaming pain that cannot be subdued. It drips, smears, stains. Tainted. Confusion sets in. Mass hysteria? Cells divide and concur, an uncontrollable growth. The heart longs to love, but is trapped within a cage of bones and mounds of flesh. An unfamiliar home. The mirror reflects lies, which cannot be proven incorrect. Untrained eyes, cannot view the falsehood, of this perceived womanhood. I've grown tired of lying. And I've gro

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Obsession

It takes 14 minutes and twelve seconds to walk to your home from mine every day. Your mother never fails to smile at me when she opens the door. I never fail to notice that it doesn't reach her eyes anymore. You leave your door open an exact two point three centimeters. I don't think you do it on purpose. There is something wrong with the wood that has left it that way. I pause one foot outside the door and listen to you cough, trying to determine how sick you feel today. I hate that every time I think you are particularly ill, I am always right. Six months, seventeen days and fourteen hours. That is how long its been since the d

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Your Poetry Sucks

Yes, roses are red And violets are blue But you have to understand Who said they had to, Its about imagination Emotion and orignality Not the reiteration Of dead men's practicality These words, They are your sentence To a world that has to listen As you create the difference Whether it be With angst poem against love Or how you set your heart free To fly like a dove, For these words Whether or not they be true Their beauty and ideals Will be used to define you, So yes, Hope ,in fact, has feathers And like a caged bird it sings But these words will only be tethers That strip you of your wings, Those are their words Meant for their time And me

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Bullied On Our Friendly Website DA

There was once two authors on a website that wanted to let their opinion out. But a famous author set to put them out. She took the flame of these little author’s hearts making them burn from blue to red. And here’s what she said, “Your little fire shall be extinguished because I want you to get the Fuck Out!” The tiny authors wept and cried. Wondering was it because they picked a side. Maybe if they had gone with the flow of everyone else they wouldn't have suffered being a different self? The small male author thought it was too much to handle and left. But the dainty female author stayed behind. However, The ligh

Ubuntu plymouth boot splash 1

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Published: Dec 2, 2010

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This updated splash was inspired by Internauta2000:
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Much of the code and images are the same, as I have only updated the background, the logo, and the script.

Please see Internauta2000's page for additional information.

Thanks Internauta2000!

The background image includes an image downloaded from the NASA picture of the day archive for 20101118. I believe that this is a public domain image. I combined it with the original background by Internauta2000 and some filters with the gimp.

If you are having issues with your splash session, here are some links that I followed that helped me solve my issues:

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This is ONLY tested with Ubuntu 10.04, with a 2.6.34-5 64-bit kernel, and ONLY with a screen resolution of 1920x1200.

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