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What is life? Is it what we talk about? Or, is it what we dream? The ice, rims, or the bling, all things we may never see. The blood, sex, or the drugs, the things we all seem to feel. All of this is nothing but the American Dream Denial. Can we honestly live in a world where the scars are not just physical, but emotional as well. Let us heal the pain before we go on this journey. Alas, we grow up dreaming of the bling, ice, and everything so nice. To see the world like this, in a state where all you can see is the blood mixed with the sex and the drugs. Is this what the American Dream has become? What happened to the nice house with a family? Now I am really confused. Could someone please tell me why? Why I try? And why must people die for such an obsolete dream? Well all I have to say is.......Welcome to the American Dream Denial!!

On the 31st of October, the world takes a transformation. Little children dress up and get to stay out later than they normally would. Parents worry about the amount of sugar thier children are ingesting. Teens think of the best pranks to pull and everyone abandons the norm and becomes something else for one night. This is a story about how one teenage girl changed for that one night and never changed back.



It was a Halloween like no other, lots of candy, costumes, and planning for the best party ever. The only thing that was wrong was the fact that Aria still hadn't figured out what she was going to dress as yet. She still had 4 hours before the guests were to arrive and still no ideas. Picking a costume has always been an issue for her. Every year she would plan out what she was going to be and then 2 days before Halloween she would change her mind. This year she was planning on dressing as a vampire, but gave up on that idea when she saw that her best friend was going to be the same thing. There was no way she could copy her best friend. It was against the rules of friendship. After some thought she decided to throw her cheerleading uniform on and paint her face up to be a zombie cheerleader.



The party began slowly like it always does, some hip music, a few drinks that were snuck in, and very hot guys floating around. Aria walked up to one guy and asked him to dance and when he turned around she realized that she had never met him before. He was the most handsome guy she had ever seen. Long black hair, piercing blue eyes, and the sweetest voice she had ever heard, all hiding under a mask. She wondered who he was and if she had seen him at school before.



Aria danced with him for a bit and then decided to go outside to check and see if the candy bowl needed to be refilled. As she stepped out into the darkness she tripped and fell into a dark hole. She was confused she had never remembered a hole in that part of the yard, but she didn't think too much of it. She started to walk a little bit and when she came into a lightened area she was shocked to see that she was in a catacomb. She started to inch further down the dimly lit path and stopped suddenly when she came to the dead body. Out of the distance she heard that sweet voice call out to her, telling her to conitinue on and to not worry. Continuing on she started to grow more accoustomed to the dead bodies lying around and the pungent smell of blood that was creeping up her nostrils. As she started to come to the end of the hall she could hear music playing softly, as if a ballerina would dance a solo to it. She closed her eyes and started to sway to the music. When she opened her eyes she realized that the music had stopped playing and she was surounded by all the people she called freaks at school.



Standing behind the freaks was the guy she had danced with earlier in the night. He was smiling and you could see the fangs peeking out from his mouth. She started to turn and run but the group came closer to her trapping her. Aria demanded to be let go and threatened to make their lives a living hell. The guy standing behind them simply stated that she had no idea what a living hell was until now. He parted the crowd and stood there holding her in his arms. She looked up at him hoping that he would be the one to rescue her from the freaks, sadly she was horribly mistaken. With a flash of teeth and a swift movement, he sank his teeth into her neck and drank from her. She fell to the ground and started to wimper. He hovered over her and then welcomed her to the freaks way of life.



Aria rose from the ground and looked at him. She smiled and you could see the fangs that were starting to grow. Her sire led her out of the domain and back into the real world. She bid him farewell and went back to her party, with a new look on life and a new hunger to fulfill.







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Lately I have gotten to thinking that I am not doing something I love. I love preforming and being on stage. For example, its 2am and I have to be at a rehersal for a show at 8am. I'm not tired and I am excited for the day. I have always felt at peace on stage. For me music has always been my passion. It was my driving force and now I feel that I am abandoning the one thing that kept me going through everything so that I can have a better career. I know deep down inside, 5-10 years from now I'm going to be kicking myself in the ass for not going for music if I choose to go for business. To many this sounds stupid, but for the ones that have gone to school for music or art they know where I'm coming from. A degree in art or music doesn't really pay the bills. You have to know the right people and then most of the time you get screwed over. I would love to go back to singing and reading music. Just the other day I got a program that helps me compose music. I was so excited about it and that got me thinking. I love music and I have always wanted a degree in music. Should I just drop everything and go for music, or should I stay on the sensible path and go for business?

A Juggalo is someone who lives for themself, meaning they realize that if you care what other people think about you and try hard to be accepted, then you will always be a slave to your own mind. A Juggalo is someone who enjoys life to the fullest they possibly can and stops "to smell the roses"(meaning living your life in the moment). It's not about having all the gear, posters, albums and trivia knowledge. You don't have to know what faygo or a neden is or even have ever heard of psychopatic records in order to be a Juggalo. A Juggalo is an enlightened/reawakened person with a discovered wisdom beyond their years.



Yes, there are hound dogs who haven't discoved what the dark carnival is really about and perhaps sadly, never will and just really want to belong somewhere and have a loving family they never had. That is what you find with the fam-MMFL. Sure, there are many posers/'trashy people' around at shows and mini-gatherings, but a real juggalo would show them love anyway in order to show them who we are and what we represent and welcome them to a life free of worries and shame and regret, where you are free to not give a fuck with wonderful people who think like you and have felt like you in the past.



If you're a real juggalo, then love and understanding flows naturally. Yes, there are hound dogs/posers that haters stereotype us as, but we were all that at first (and you know it homie so shut up). The important think is that we KNOW who we are now and pity haters who don't know. We look past the superficial and easily see through bullshit.



Our philosophy is the golden rule with a twist; treat others the way you want to be treated, but don't take any shit. We see all human beings as equal. We give respect where it is deserved, but don't put ANYONE on a pedistal. We appreciate the psychopathic family's efforts, especially ICP(ya, I said it), to fish us out of the "hole" we were in and true juggalos are extremely greatful for their replenished, loving soul.



True Juggalos know they don't NEED the music anymore. We are now able to care for others and try to help all that we can. A true Juggalo doesn't limit their musical taste and may appreciate/listen to all types of music.



Most importantly, a realass Juggalo is not a sheep. They are leaders and independent and free-thinking role models. We Juggalo family recognize real fam when we meet them. We don't try to be somebody else. We are realass people, real as they come. We speak our mind and keep it real and hate acting fake with a "good, how are you?"



Very importantly, we see our glass as half full instead of half empty. We appreciate what and who we have in our lives instead of focusing on the negative like we used to. So yes, real Juggalos are optimistic people who used to be pessimistic during a dark time in our lives when we had given up and forgotten love.



Thanks to the message of the dark carnival, we now know that GOD is love, been forgiven, and will never be duped by the lyingass demons again. Stay strong my Ninjas!

The world we live in is nothing but a man-made hell. With a war over oil and suicide for martyrdom happening everyday, we have been reduced to little more than animals. Back here at home we have our own wars to fight. With the gangs and prosititution, what can we look forward to? The whole world is obsessed with nothing but the small self-gratifing things. All I have to say is I give the world the finger and I don't care. I will fight for my personal beliefs until I am out of this hell. My life is worth more than the government thinks and I'm not going to let them take me over. My army is for me. Fuck the system, down with the system, and down with our hell.