The Official Website of the manuscript "INTRINSICA", By Eddy Ricci Jr.
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Friday, 16 December 2005
Manuscript's Website
The Official Website of the manuscript "INTRINSICA", By Eddy Ricci Jr.
www.eruptionideas.com/book/
The Official Website of the manuscript "INTRINSICA", By Eddy Ricci Jr.
www.eruptionideas.com/book/
Intrinsica Official Website
www.eruptionideas.com/book/
www.eruptionideas.com/book/
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Thursday, 3 February 2005
untitled # 99
Cult Two.
Cult too dangerous.
Colt to win the derby.
Culture is one, culture is innocuous.
Culture harvests a derby.
Cult Two.
Cult too dangerous.
Colt to win the derby.
Culture is one, culture is innocuous.
Culture harvests a derby.
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untitled # 99
Cult Two.
Cult too dangerous.
Colt to win the derby.
Culture is one, culture is innocuous.
Culture harvests a derby.
Cult Two.
Cult too dangerous.
Colt to win the derby.
Culture is one, culture is innocuous.
Culture harvests a derby.
Posted by eddyricci
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Jack Wins.
Bad clouds are clouds that succumb to sunshine.
Jack ran up the hill and Jill struggled.
Neptune, lost ballons and faded moons.
Jill loved her spring water, Jack searched for another hill.
Your bricks are cotton, translucent, prudence.
Jack raped Jill and won the trial, smile.
Bad clouds are clouds that succumb to sunshine.
Jack ran up the hill and Jill struggled.
Neptune, lost ballons and faded moons.
Jill loved her spring water, Jack searched for another hill.
Your bricks are cotton, translucent, prudence.
Jack raped Jill and won the trial, smile.
Posted by eddyricci
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Monday, 22 November 2004
The Sting and Retreat
The Sting and Retreat
[from Intrinsica]
He stood on stage. His face was on television. And the microphone
was proof of his instilled power. He finally attained his goals of fame and riches, and most important, leadership of a empire in a world where democracy rings throughout. He had made so many sacrifices for this day. His dedication was matchless. He lived everyday of his life to sit upon his throne and speak to both the followers and doubters of his empire. It was a dream come true. And then...And then ...and then in all vibrant emotion, during his deepest powers coming out of his heart and drilling into the microphone came the sting...An overactive bladder or just too much excitement...it does not matter what was to blame for the stream. The emperor who finally reached his life long ambition was wishing that this was only a dream. And his wish came true...he awoke, changed the sheets and went on to his everyday life.
The Sting and Retreat
[from Intrinsica]
He stood on stage. His face was on television. And the microphone
was proof of his instilled power. He finally attained his goals of fame and riches, and most important, leadership of a empire in a world where democracy rings throughout. He had made so many sacrifices for this day. His dedication was matchless. He lived everyday of his life to sit upon his throne and speak to both the followers and doubters of his empire. It was a dream come true. And then...And then ...and then in all vibrant emotion, during his deepest powers coming out of his heart and drilling into the microphone came the sting...An overactive bladder or just too much excitement...it does not matter what was to blame for the stream. The emperor who finally reached his life long ambition was wishing that this was only a dream. And his wish came true...he awoke, changed the sheets and went on to his everyday life.
Posted by eddyricci
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Friday, 19 November 2004
Termination Thesis
Termination Thesis: Racism
[from Intrinsica]
Silencing. Taboo. Michel Trouillot expressed it best about the Haitian revolution. How a revolt by slaves was able to conquer the powerful and intelligent French. The history writers were quick to omit this embarrassing takeover by the less-than-human slaves. And that may be the perfect formula for today's racist world.
"Celebrate Diversity." Lets not. Celebrating diversity would be the worst celebration known to mankind! Why flourish over human differences if we are one uniformed species?
Lets not educate the youth about the slave trade, Rosa Parks or any LAPD African Pinata contests. The more society educates (poisons), younger generations about racism, the more contagious the evil of racism can become. If we completely abolish the concept then it will never enter young minds, so they will never prejudge, or see a difference.
The "children" would obviously see a difference in skin color, eye shape, language. And we can attest to these attributes by locating each ethnicity's homeland and culture.
The second the concept of racism enters a child's mind is the same second that the child grows a chance of being racist. If the child never absorbs a hint of the way humans were in the (embarrassing) past or sees any direct racism in his lifetime, then the child's mind can not be infected with the disease.
Even if the child falls witness to an inter-racial altercation, if he has no knowledge of the concept of racism, then he will see nothing more than two humans fighting, not a black man fighting with a white man...
Can you hate your own species?
If a child gets attacked by a dog, then he can have a true hate for dogs, but still survive in the world because he will never be fully dependent on the dog species. Now if a white child gets into a fight with a Hispanic child and has no clue about the existence of racism, he will have no feelings of animosity nor will he become racist because he views all humans the same, and is dependent on other humans for survival.
But if one of the two kids has heard about racism then the fight might trigger his mind to be racist.
Let us not celebrate diversity and let us not educate future generations about the common racist thoughts that preceding generations were ill driven by.
Lets silence the embarrassing past of human ignorance and taboo the current racial conflicts. Much like the smart and powerful French wanted to blow the Haitian revolution out of history books because it seemed like an event that would embarrass them...it was unthinkable! Let us fail to pass down the embarrassing and seemingly unthinkable and unfair concepts of racism.
An impossible dream, especially because everyone on this planet has some molecule of racism or prejudice buried in them.
Termination Thesis: Racism
[from Intrinsica]
Silencing. Taboo. Michel Trouillot expressed it best about the Haitian revolution. How a revolt by slaves was able to conquer the powerful and intelligent French. The history writers were quick to omit this embarrassing takeover by the less-than-human slaves. And that may be the perfect formula for today's racist world.
"Celebrate Diversity." Lets not. Celebrating diversity would be the worst celebration known to mankind! Why flourish over human differences if we are one uniformed species?
Lets not educate the youth about the slave trade, Rosa Parks or any LAPD African Pinata contests. The more society educates (poisons), younger generations about racism, the more contagious the evil of racism can become. If we completely abolish the concept then it will never enter young minds, so they will never prejudge, or see a difference.
The "children" would obviously see a difference in skin color, eye shape, language. And we can attest to these attributes by locating each ethnicity's homeland and culture.
The second the concept of racism enters a child's mind is the same second that the child grows a chance of being racist. If the child never absorbs a hint of the way humans were in the (embarrassing) past or sees any direct racism in his lifetime, then the child's mind can not be infected with the disease.
Even if the child falls witness to an inter-racial altercation, if he has no knowledge of the concept of racism, then he will see nothing more than two humans fighting, not a black man fighting with a white man...
Can you hate your own species?
If a child gets attacked by a dog, then he can have a true hate for dogs, but still survive in the world because he will never be fully dependent on the dog species. Now if a white child gets into a fight with a Hispanic child and has no clue about the existence of racism, he will have no feelings of animosity nor will he become racist because he views all humans the same, and is dependent on other humans for survival.
But if one of the two kids has heard about racism then the fight might trigger his mind to be racist.
Let us not celebrate diversity and let us not educate future generations about the common racist thoughts that preceding generations were ill driven by.
Lets silence the embarrassing past of human ignorance and taboo the current racial conflicts. Much like the smart and powerful French wanted to blow the Haitian revolution out of history books because it seemed like an event that would embarrass them...it was unthinkable! Let us fail to pass down the embarrassing and seemingly unthinkable and unfair concepts of racism.
An impossible dream, especially because everyone on this planet has some molecule of racism or prejudice buried in them.
Posted by eddyricci
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Updated: Friday, 19 November 2004 10:17 PM EST
Monday, 1 November 2004
Violins and Vodka
Check out the official website of the manuscript "INTRINSICA" by Eddy Ricci Jr.
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Violins and Vodka
[from Intrinsica]
By Eddy Ricci Jr.
Dizzy with misery and heated with sweat
lays a man on his home sofa, a faith ended vet.
From the day he retired his fatigues from his locker,
he drowned his liver with whisky and vodka.
He defined a new love with the girl he always knew,
and his 'Nam absorbed brain poisoned his views.
Flashbacks of dying friends hurt worst than his purple heart's sting
and with his forever love he produced one offspring.
Blessed for keeping his own, his son's life was a prevalence
but the boy's grown instincts were not the same as his father's sense.
Mentally undeveloped he lacked a chromosome, in some ways was slow
and the gene pool cursed him with a tick of homo row.
His abnormalities ran his father away, he couldn't understand,
his son's lack of love for girls, sports and favorite rock bands.
The boy lived a life of cries as he feared his old man folk,
but was assuaged in the delight of notes in soft violin strokes.
His only God-sent gift was found when played for comfort
and in denial was his father as he felt the melody have the same feeling of some sort.
The father looks above asking why he received the cards he was dealt,
his seed not wanted, his mind plays games and his soul was starting to melt.
He renounced his son but felt at ease with the violin's every note,
he hated that his coldness was solved with his son's musical coat.
That day the tune was so perfect, relaxing and right
he took three last swigs from his bottle and in tranquility called it a night.
Check out the official website of the manuscript "INTRINSICA" by Eddy Ricci Jr.
at
www.eruptionideas.com/book/
Violins and Vodka
[from Intrinsica]
By Eddy Ricci Jr.
Dizzy with misery and heated with sweat
lays a man on his home sofa, a faith ended vet.
From the day he retired his fatigues from his locker,
he drowned his liver with whisky and vodka.
He defined a new love with the girl he always knew,
and his 'Nam absorbed brain poisoned his views.
Flashbacks of dying friends hurt worst than his purple heart's sting
and with his forever love he produced one offspring.
Blessed for keeping his own, his son's life was a prevalence
but the boy's grown instincts were not the same as his father's sense.
Mentally undeveloped he lacked a chromosome, in some ways was slow
and the gene pool cursed him with a tick of homo row.
His abnormalities ran his father away, he couldn't understand,
his son's lack of love for girls, sports and favorite rock bands.
The boy lived a life of cries as he feared his old man folk,
but was assuaged in the delight of notes in soft violin strokes.
His only God-sent gift was found when played for comfort
and in denial was his father as he felt the melody have the same feeling of some sort.
The father looks above asking why he received the cards he was dealt,
his seed not wanted, his mind plays games and his soul was starting to melt.
He renounced his son but felt at ease with the violin's every note,
he hated that his coldness was solved with his son's musical coat.
That day the tune was so perfect, relaxing and right
he took three last swigs from his bottle and in tranquility called it a night.
Posted by eddyricci
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Updated: Friday, 16 December 2005 1:28 AM EST
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