Part 3.  This one has pictures from schools and a good deal from schools in Egypt.

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Other thoughts:

Sometimes the word “you” in English seems so intimate and familiar that using it makes me feel as if I’m on equal footing with the person I am talking to; even if socially and intellectually I am not. Sometimes I have the delusion that we have gotten to know each other better or that it signifies a more intimate verbal threat.

Family’s latest bullshit aside from their circular and fault logic is that homosexuals are more prone to violence and pedophelia.

Part two with pictures of Upper Egypt from Nile Life.  Last picture is the hallway leading to my studio.

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I have been writing numerous music reviews as of late.  One of the reasons for that is because I have been recruited to write for two blogs full-time and a metal webzine part-time.  DM[redacted] is one of the blogs where I am already contributing to.  A button on my main page’s sidebar has been added to reflect that.  The other blog is PR[redacted] which is ran by EL[redacted] from blip.  For that particular project, I am waiting for him to get back to me on guidelines and other technical stuff before I actually post.  The webzine gig, MM[redacted], is mainly just Middle Eastern and African metal band reviews whenever the guy who runs it feels in the mood for it.

One a more personal front, I have decided to undertake a autobiography project after some thought and a request by R[redacted] from Florida for me to be in her documentary.  She is currently collecting life-stories of people that have dropped out of different religions and cults one way or another.  I was perplexed on where to actually start and how to actually write it.  Finally decided to record it using my Rock Band microphone and the Windows 7 recording program.  Since I can’t really embed audio files in my post, I made a video out of part one of my recorded autobiography.  The images before the space photos are old scans from artwork that I did in my early to late teen years.  Two of them are more recent but it’s not important which ones really.  The last picture is my son because I miss him.

Some “technical” notes: my narrative is atrocious and the audio volume varies depending on how worried I am about people being able to hear me breathe at that particular time.  Also, the mob’s family name that I forgot is Gambino.

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