rebel

Let twelve angels come into being to rule over chaos and the underworld." And look, from the cloud there appeared an angel whose face flashed with fire and whose appearance was defiled with blood. His name was Nebro, which means in translation 'rebel'; others call him Yaldabaoth.

Sudah gue bilang: punk is only hibernating, not dead!

I need not adapt in certain ways. I am in fact but a visitor to this world, an ephemeral gasp within its long, tired history, and, before anything else, a follower of Christ. By this alone I have the power not to shuffle away from the Faith, the power to break loose from these marching-shackles of ongoing cultural and political pretense.

Time is a hard-hearted rebel, we cannot fight him or can we beg him to slow down, wait for us or stop, all we have to do is to obey his strict rules, follow him and run, he doesn't get tired, and we musn't get tired too.

O ye that love mankind! Ye that dare oppose, not only the tyranny, butthe tyrant, stand forth! Every spot of the old world is overrun with oppression.Freedom hath been hunted round the globe. Asia, and Africa,have long expelled her.?Europe regards her like a stranger, and Englandhath given her warning to depart. O! receive the fugitive, and prepare intime an asylum for mankind.

That was when things got weird. You may have thought things were weird already, but this was uber-weird

A stealthy ninja monkey she was not.

Strike two. Add dumb as a box of rocks to the list of why I don't like these guys. I got to my feet, deciding to play nice. After all, they were just poor dumb guys who couldn't help it that there weren't enough brains in their genes.

I had read once that dumb people didn't know they were dumb. They thought they were just as smart as anybody else. That was a very unsettling thought. What if I was really dumb and didn't know it?

What happened next_ well, I'm going to blame it on the fact that I was scared. And I had just flown or fallen or something through about eighty years worth of Time. Or maybe it was the beans. I farted. I farted loud enough that it echoed around the small closet, bounced off all four walls and finally escaped through the open door. At least that's what it did in my mind's eye.

Do not go where you don__ belong. I scoffed. That sounded like an invitation if I ever heard one.

He didn't mean I couldn't leave, he meant I couldn't leave leave. If he meant I couldn't even take out the trash and had to stay inside all the time, that would result in a vitamin D deficiency and I would get scurvy and turn pale, wither, and die and he would go to jail for child abuse. So, I don't think he meant that.

I mean, were you born a freak?_ I asked. I flinched at my own words. I didn__ mean to be rude it just came out that way. The girl rolled her eyes to me. __ don__ know. Were you born stupid?_ Okay, maybe I deserved that. __eah, probably.

This was a true pants-pooping moment.

She looked mean, but I think that was her natural resting face.

You know how they say that right before you die your life flashes before your eyes? It doesn__. That is just a notion they came up with for books and movies to make death seem romantic. Here__ what really happens: Your intestines feel like a dishrag that__ being wrung dry and your stomach acts like a balloon when you let the air out of it

I shrieked like a little girl, which, if you think about it, makes total sense.

Who rebels with mathematics?