This is my new motorcycle. She is a Hyosung GT250. She is very nice! I like.

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Alright, so I've been playing around with this stuff for a while, and wanted to post some screen shots to show the good people what its looking like.

I'm using a command line install of Ubuntu with Openbox and tint2 to make up my window manager. A lot of programs from xfce4 have been used to handle basic system configurations. Well, I could go into everything, but I'll just show you.

Ever bearing is this warrior
Who has seen things unseen
Against the winds, he grows stronger.

Many men have seen this fighter
Out last enemies, knights, and kings.
Ever bearing is this warrior.

Still he thrives through brutal winter,
And through the seasons so routine.
Against the winds, he grows stronger.

Not to forget his shield and armor,
Which axes can not cut clean.
Ever bearing is this warrior.

Though he lives with great honor,
His passion and emotion are kept keen.
Against the winds, he grows stronger.

Raining down from heaven above,
Rejoicing through harmonic chords,
A bittersweet reality of Love.

Thoughts of a silk white dove,
Soaring through a rosy red door,
Raining down from heaven above.

Bring me back to that stormy cove,
Fixated on that camp fire lore.
A bitter sweet reality of Love.

Seeking hope in what life's made of
Keeps one content for more,
Raining down from heaven above.

Watching over sacred earthly stuff,
Humbly sweeping the ash barren floor.
A bitter sweet reality of Love.

We look to the sky and setting sun,

So here I wait.

Tears like rain
Resting from shame
Sobering the blame
Body to this world a stain

Spent I claim
Cast the pain
Perceived the same
Shallow honor so vain

Near vineyard gate

My life untold
Unrevealed shall hold
Hope in bold
Breaking down winters cold

Creed shall know
Keen its grown
Gift be shown
Shocking how this humans grown

Down sets th second sun,
Bringing life, the day is won.
Night we sleep, all undone;
And hope to rise with setting sun.

Huddled close beneath the rain
In lieu of present, rising day.
Blanketed softly, cold the same,
Washed away beneath the rain.

Strength we mustered long ago
Comes to haunt for what we know.
A mind thats searching, and slowly shows;
So strength we muster, ready to go.

An open world, bright skies above.
Dawn shall descend, peace as a dove.
Vast we hold to our treasured love
To open our world, bright skies above.

I am the damaged one.
The soul sent through firey abyss,
With not but hope of Angelic kiss.

I am the deserted one.
The soul alone with fury untold,
To human eyes, the creature of old.

I am the hunted one.
Followed by desire, lust, and never trust
In a heart that seeks to crush.

I am the tainted one.
The soul that remains is the last
That is sane from this haunted past.

I am;
Immortal.


~Pope
'08

How simple is this world
If one took the time
To simply step aside
And note the basic functions
That we all pass by.
It's enough to give our complexions convulsions.


_Ben
'07

Each bird sheds in the sky
Tiny memory captured nights.
Simple thoughts joyously bound.
Peace represented through sound.

Cast into perished mist.
Demons cry, hellish bliss.
Darkness sought, through fear obtained,
In deaths eye, fear remained.

Clouds sifting, brightly shown,
Angels dancing to heavens tone.
Sanctuary brought for broken lost,
Spirits guide through pain and loss.


_Ben
'05