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this rant is to be considered my poetry.
So im sitting and thinking and constantly dreaming of lights and stages and millions of fans gathered to come see me and shannon and fro play our music. Its my dream, but as every day passes im losing the light at the end of the tunnel. I feel the world getting darker amd my cares shrinking like the severed head of that poor bastard that found the wrong natives on the wrong island. Im losing hope. It seems every time i think ive done something right, i turn around and someone is pissed at me or I fucked something up. I lost my job. I got angry, I let that fucking demon take over AGAIN. I got thrown out of school because of that jackass and though i refer to it as a seperate entity i still know that it is just me and only I can change it. But I fear that if I don keep some anger noone will ever take me seriously and they will all walk on me. I need to find a job, but because i fucked up in school im limited to restaurants and manual labor. im barely making ends meet and cone to think of it, right now im not even doing that. I can feel everyones dissapointment in me. I can see that people are starting to care less, or maybe im being melodramtic. Im watching my friends turn to dust and they dont even seem to realize that I really give two fucks about them but its all starting to fall as i previously stated. I just need to know they care, or else I cant. I just want that dream, i want to understand, i want to change something. Im angry...jst when I thought I was getting over it. I cant even finish this, i dont know what to say, i feel empty.
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[20 Jun 2006|11:21am] |
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Since nothing interesting happens in my life anymore, I have very little to write about. O well. My love life is better than it has ever been which isnt saying much for what it used to be. I only say that cuz me and Jenna just got into an arguement. Amazing how she manages to piss me off at least once a day. I dont get it, I can hang out with people for days on end and they will never bother me but she somehow finds a way to do those few things that irritate me at least once a day. God DAMN I hate women. They will never understand. And im not saying guys are perfect but DAMN DO WE MAKE MORE FUCKING SENSE. Best movie quote ever? This one, Jack Nicholson in As Good as It Gets when asked "How do you think of a woman?" he replies - "I Think of a man and then I take away reason and accountability." AMAZING! BUt even though IM pissed now I know this will al blow over in like 10 minutes...or by my next cigarette, whichever comes first. Prolly the cig. SO yeah, Maynard is god, have a nice day, go fuck yourself.
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[12 Jun 2006|01:43pm] |
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Love
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love
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it is not
easily angered,
it keeps no record of wrongs.
It always protects,
always trusts,
always hopes,
always preserves.
Love never fails.
Sweet quote...
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[30 May 2006|11:01am] |
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Wasted - Black Flag |
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So I had one of hte most fucked up weekends of my life...Sunday Me and Jenna drove up to April and Angies and sat....bored....and broke so I called my dealer and asked hi to front me a half that I could sell. He agreed as lon as I brought him back 70$. So after that I walked around for a bit trying to sell some weed when I walked across this kid I know named Justin. He was also trying to sell a half. Loong story short, I took all the kids business and nows hes pissed. But I dont care...you know why? Cuz this kid is a little bitch that thinks hes tough. He really doesnt seem to understand how badly i could hurt him. Simply because Im so much bigger than him and the fact that I can curl 58 lbs per arm. So we have person number 1 who dislikes me. But later in the day after selling a bag to this kid who was so drunk I could have given him a piece of dog shit, told it was a pound, and made 1100$ but I was honest and only charged him 15. So after he smoked me out I mosied on over to the square where I met with Nelson, Fridge (whom I will never speak to again), Cochran, and Burns( who hopefully I will be speaking with much more often). Anyways, Nelson andI agreed that if he bought some alcohol for the night I would supply the weed. Deal. So they took, got the booze and came back and we went to Monica and Michelle's. After kicking and drinking and being loud for a couple hours, my second favorite guitarist showed up. Taddly Winks and Manhole covers! (Tadd) So we chilled and I got drunker and we drove to Pizza hut. This is where my weekend started to get weird. I couldnt seem to sell any weed, to anyone, for any price. Shitty. At Pizza Hut I was informed that the only reason Sam had us come down to see him was because he wanted help closing, unbeknownst to me and Taddly. Fuck You Sam. So after he closed and I ate some chicken because Sams a piece of shit and can close his own fucking store, especially since the fucking kid wont even give people drags off of his fucking cigarettes and wont bum any if he has less than eight (wtf? cheap ass) Tadd and I drove back to Monicas. He left and I continued to get hammered with a capital HAMMERED! We were chilling and BOOM COPS EVERYWHERE! So I bega to climb out a window (keep in mind I am drunk as shit and have 2 eighths, a hitter, and a probably illegal knife in my pocket) and I made it over the fence but not before I saw this huge figure rushing me like a bat out of hell. So immediatly I knew I was fucked so I droppped to my knees and screamed "Im down I dont want any trouble - SMACK! Officer Philmans HUGE fucking ass had speared this shit out of me and was brutally smashing my fucking face into the ground. (Police brutality? Ohh nooooo not in The beautiful historic town of wasington...fags) So after a mintue and the handcuffs he made the really big mistake of thinking that he could walk away from me. Im double jointed. I dislocated my shoulders reached in my front pocket and got out all the weed, my knife, and my lighter. I thought my hitter came out wit it all. So I sat on it. Philman walks back and tells me to stand up and asks me if I have any illegal drugs. This is where I got confused. Here were my options. 1 - Take the chance, I was sitting on my stash, I could just stand on it once i get up and maybe hell have no idea...or 2 - tell him the truth just in case he does find it that way I wont get obstruction of justice as well as a possesion charge. I chose the first path and..........................................................................................................got away scotch free. I told him no i had nothing on me but my wallet. (Now, if you notice what I had in my pocket was 2 eighths, a hitter, a knife and my lighter. Look back and see what I managed to get out of my pockets) He began to search me, patting my every inch of flesh (creepy) checking every pocket....but never finding anything except my wallet....how? My answer - who gives a fuck...it happened thats all that counts. So anyways, after getting away with all that he took me back in the house where Fridge was standing handcuffed and going to jail and everyone else in the house got a consumption ticket (even me) except Ozzy cuz he didnt drink. SO fridge gets hauled off and we bailed him out, we head back to monicas and I grabbed my stash out of their yard along with my knife and lighter and thats when I realized that they never found my hitter. SWEET! So I hear some yelling and run back to the front yard to see Matt and Fridge in one anothers faces read to throwdown. Matt would win just to let you all know. So blah blah blah we take fridge over to his friends house and ditched him because his stupid drunk ass started the fight with Matt. So at this point what has happened? I got a consumption ticket, almost went to jail, my friends almost fought, My girlfriends is not frying off of her shrooms, Sams being gay, fridge is being a homo, Im wasted, Matts bitching, Ozzy wants to leave and I have no idea what the fuck to do. So I said fuck you all and me and Cochran went to burns house and ate some of these wannabe corndogs that were "pancake and sausage on a stick" needless to say DANK AS FUCK...or maybe I was really drunk. So I passed out and woke up to a shot of tequila and some chocolate liquer with Matt...bad idea...stomach ache you know the drill. So fater not havbing anywhere to go for four hours we walked around in the 93 degree weather for four fucking hours.At some point in time during all the walking...I ran across the street and apparently pissed off some driver so he turned around talking shit and get out of his car to be this 6' 4" HUGE MOTHERFUCKER saying "YOu think this is a game" and I wanted to say something like "BUddy you better get back in your car for a few reasons, 1- my dads a cop 2- my moms a lawyer 3 - I already memorized your license plate number and 4 - I have a really big knife in my pocket so unless you want four inches of steel i your skull and potentially your familys too, Id get back in your vehicle and leave" but.... I got scared shitless and was like "Hey man IM cool IM cool" and then I ran away. Finally Jenna finds us and we pick up Burgess and I sold another 8th...finally one less to worry about. We went back to burns and smoked some more and evetually mosied back up to the square. We chill for an hour when Jenna gets a call from Brittney DOUCHEBAG letting Matt know her dad was on his way to kick his ass...well Matt didnt listen and Tim DOUCHEBAG shows up and BEATS THE FUCKING SHIT OUT OF HIM....BADLY. I wanted to something but he would have killed me and he had friends with him (keep in mind this is a 40 something year old man against a tiny little 20 year old...yeah total fucking bullshit) so matts nice and bloody and we took him to burns and I came home and now here I am the next morning. FUCKED UP WEEKEND. So now I have learned a few things - Dont sell weed, dont run in the street, dont run from the cops, dont hang out with fridge, dont piss off the DOUCHBAG family unless you are with the Roberson family, and if your going to drinnk...drink all of the alcohol before the cops get there.
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[21 May 2006|12:31pm] |
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READ THIS SHIT DUDE ITS OFF THE TOOL WEBSITE -
For those of you spewing about the other New York Times link (i.e. you don't want to blow your dough on any subscription) our good friend at the DailyGrail site has provided us with this On ya mate!
17 May, 2006 (11:05am)
LOST KEYS (BLAME HOFMANN) & ROSETTA STONED EMAIL
SUBJECT: YOU AND ROSETTA STONED
Q: "...Are you the 'protagonist' that is featured in the song Rosetta Stoned? Were you the inspiration for this song, or is it some other?"
And...
SUBJECT: ROSETTA STONED TRIP:
Q: "I don't know why but I had the urge to ask you about Rosetta Stoned, obviously the song in 10,000 Days. Was the character in the song you at one point on your life? Maybe eating Krispy-Kremes along side the old silver Coleman??? Whoever that was, sitting outside their 'need to know post' had one hell of a night in that story. If it's not you then just say so."
A: Since the late 1980s, on some fifty plus trips to the area in question (the one that is 130 miles north of Las Vegas), along with Danny Carey, I have been detained, searched at gunpoint, questioned, and severely fined (but not killed ? I'm fairly certain, but one never knows when it comes to black ops) for 'accidentally' penetrating the Restricted Zone. I have been issued (along with Danny) papers from the Installation Commander instructing me to never again trespass on the nonexistent military facility. I have a nom de plume when looking for things like the silent attack plane called "Pumpkin Seed", but no one seems to remember this. I have been gassed (?) and rendered unconscious while camping on Campfire Hill by mysterious persons in camouflage fatigues driving white Jeep Cherokees. I have found a scorpion in my sleeping bag in the morning (very funny, cammo dudes!) I have seen what I believe to be the greenish plasma glow of a secret experimental hypersonic craft which some call the TR-3B. I have seen extremely bright golden-orange globes suspected in the night sky (UAVs or infrared suppression flares?). I have peered down upon America's most famous secret base (which doesn't exist) from my 'bleacher' seat on Freedom Ridge (now part of the Restricted Zone) and signed the guest register (rock) with a black Sharpie. I have also spied on the extensive installation (hangers, radar facilities, fuel-tanks, etc.) through a Celestron telescope from the nearby "White Sides" viewpoint (also now part of the Restricted Zone). I have marked the trail leading to "Freedom Ridge" with highly-reflective metallic gold ribbons attached to Joshua trees (numerous times as the cammo dudes kept taking them down after I left the area). I have seen "Old Faithful" at 4:50 AM, but sure as hell didn't think it was anything even remotely extraterrestrial, Sean David Morton! I have passed close to silver-globed ammonia detectors and I am a human being. I have been 'sandblasted' and harassed by a modified black pavehawk helicopter equipped with "Puff the Magic Dragon." I have been tailed, listened to on parabolic microphones, videotaped, and subjected to all manner of psychological warfare tactics by security personnel near the perimeter of the base. I have blasted Philip Glass' "1000 Airplanes on the Roof" while kicking up clouds of plutonium-laden dust in rental SUVs. I have messed with motion sensors on BLM (i.e. public land!) I have seen Kat start to get naked for a photo by the 'No Photography' signs until illuminated by blinding spotlights from the (obviously gay) cammo dudes. I have eavesdropped on sensitive military channels with a decent scanner and heard conversations between "Dreamland Control" and the various JANET flights. I have witnessed all sorts of activity over both Groom and Papoose dry-lake beds from the famous Black Mailbox. I have seen meteors, exploding fireballs, astronomical chromatics, strange aerial lights, red dots, unusual jet contrails, satellites (!!!), and more stars than you can imagine (including the Andromeda galaxy) on moonless nights. I have seen Joe Travis drink more cans of Old Milwaukee and smoke more cigarettes than there are stars in the night sky (even on a moonless night). I have experienced "missing time," but don't necessarily think it was the result of boron-stealing EBEs who like strawberry ice cream. I have seen mutilated cattle on the unfenced range near highway 375 and almost hit perfectly camouflaged cattle standing in the middle of the road. I have hit too many jackrabbits to count on dirt spurs in the buffer zone and have been issued two speeding tickets at the Alamo speed trap by Lincoln County sheriffs. I have bought filet mignon from a Chevron gas station while on the way to Highway 375. I have taken the rusted springs from a melted M1 tank at LN 31.5 and used them as candle-holders. I have explored abandoned mine shafts and pondered the message of the sacred monument of the Aaronic Order. I have fired a Desert Eagle and an AR-15 with tracer rounds. I have seen the absurd ID4 ceremonies, and watched as the famous "Black Mailbox" (from the Medlin Ranch) was auctioned off for a little over a thousand dollars. I have heard tremendous sonic booms from B-2 Stealth bombers (Aurora?) that rattled the nerves of those in the Little A-le-Inn (along with the precious bottles of liquor). I have seen Norio Hayakawa sing Willie Nelson (or was it Waylon Jennings?) and other paranoid members of the anti-Illuminati give funny (unintentionally funny) speeches. I have also listened to Ambassador Merlyn Merlin II from Alpha Draconis. I have chugged cans of Budweiser while Chuck Clark sipped Diet Cokes (all the while showing me some very interesting photographs that he took in the area). I have pulled giant moths from bowls of Coyote Café salsa and from plastic cups of strong margaritas. I have found my missing half-full (I'm an optimist) bottle of Corona with a night vision scope. I have made a damn spicy Indian Vindaloo dinner on a sputtering camp stove. I have had spaghetti on Wednesday nights at the Inn (the best night to view tests of the Lazar/Testor "sport model UFO). I have had dozens of A-le-Inn burgers (without cheese) and sampled Pat's famous chili. I have charred hotdogs over fires, and put Pat's famous chili over charred hotdogs when I probably should have been making jackrabbit stew, BUT I HAVE NEVER EATEN A KRISPY KREME DOUGHNUT AT AREA 51 or anywhere else (and I don't own a pair of Birkenstock sandals, shoes, clogs or otherwise). Therefore, the identity of the person unfortunate (or fortunate, depending on your feelings about these things) enough to have the encounter as described in "Rosetta Stoned" is only known by MAYNARD JAMES KEENAN (and perhaps a few others). It was not I, although I once saw a similar type out by "Campfire Hill"? a good place to get gassed if that's your thing. Anyway, it's all about the boron.
(from beautiful Malibu)
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[19 May 2006|12:47pm] |
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So yeah this one isnt as good as the last one but this is how I feel
Influence
Why cant this confused, reused
young man choose
what he wants to do
without advice from you?
Journeys are meant for one to find
his own mind, to peel his rinds
to learn to be kind
and to feel for whats right
but how can it be done
when your stealing the light?
Take a step back and say your own prayer
he cant hear his conscience with
your voice in the air.
Let him be
Let him be
HEs a metronome of the works
so just let him work
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Right in Two - Tool |
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I found some new Tool lyrics from the new album 10,000 Days and figured I would share them with my brethern so If you have a moment then please Download this song and read these as you go.
Right in Two - Tool
Angels on the sideline,
Puzzled and amused.
Why did Father give these humans free will?
Now they're all confused.
Don't these talking monkeys know that Eden has enough to go around?
Plenty in this holy garden, silly monkeys
Where there's one you're bound to divide it
Right in two
Angels on the sideline,
Baffled and confused.
Father blessed them all with reason,
And this is what they choose?
Monkey killing monkey killing monkey over pieces of the ground.
Silly monkeys give them thumbs they forge a blade
And where there's one they're bound to divide it
Right in two
Monkey killing monkey killing monkey over pieces of the ground.
Silly monkeys give them thumbs they make a club,
And beat their brother down.
How they survive so misguided is a mystery.
Repugnant is a creature who would squander the ability,
To lift an eye to heaven, conscious of his fleeting time here.
[Cutting it all right in two
/ Cut it all right in two]
/ Cutting our love right in two]
Fight over the clouds, over wind, over sky
Fight over your lie, over blood, over anything
Fight over love, over sun, over nothing
Fight till they die,
(Ahhh!) over what? for their ending
[This whole part above needs a lot of help -
head for the Opinion page and help out!]
Angels on the sideline again,
[Mixing love / Benched along] with patience and reason.
Angels on the sideline again,
Wondering where this tug of war will end.
[Cutting it all right in two
/ Cut it all right in two]
/ Cutting our love right in two]
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[17 May 2006|11:16am] |
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These past few days have led me to believe that their is truly something more in this world than can be seen with the naked eye. You know what it took? Some good old marijuana and rain. See, I've never been one to enjoy storms really. My mom loves the shit out of some storms but they have never really appealled to me. Anyways, I couldnt begin to describe what I was thinking when this phenomenon hit me or exactly what spawned this train of thought. However I can tell you what Ive gained from it. For some reason, it seems that simply just from thinking such a thing my mind is more developed making me wittier, wiser, more clever, but at the same time it makes me watch my back a little more. See, evertyhing has its pros and its cons and even though what Im saying may sound so fantastic, I stil bear the burden of being this aware. IM more aware as to who people really are and can sort of see through their demeanors. And that isnt always a good thing, some people Id rather not know. BUt on to another matter. I dont want to sit here and tell you that Im developing ESP because im not. I know what people are about to say/do or what events may transpire within the next X months/days/etc. The downside is that I have no idea when, just what. And I have no idea if my hunches are correct or not. See Ive noticed that when I back these thoughts with certainty, they fail. BUt when I think of X thing and dont try to connect to anything or think to deeply it will hapen. For example, IM walking past a building. All of a sudden thoughts of my friend Bob pop into my head. One of two things will happen here. I will dismiss these thoughts and Bob will come walking out the building and I will sit back and think, damn I should have jumped on that. Not for any particular reason and not for any particular reaction but just to see if my hunches were correct. OR, I will think, Hey this is one of those times I need to jump on this hunch and...nothing happens. No Bob. And the latter always makes me question if Im just crazy or not. Now this may not have been the best example of what I mean but If you are anything close to aware, you understand. So yeah, things like this happen to me ALL THE FUCKING TIME. The odd things is 50% of the time Bob comes walking out of the building. You know how crazy I feel???
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[15 May 2006|10:33am] |
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IF there were no fucking REWARDS to Reap, no loving embrace to see me through this tedious path Ive chosen here, I CERTAINLY WOULD HAVE WALKED AWAY BY NOW.
Time - By Sean Davitt
Im biding my time but my mind cant abide,
im running, your laughing,
your seeking, I hide.
Tis a childs game of epic porportions
But keep in mind,
im no contortionist.
My pallet is full but my canvas is grey,
your artwork says forever
Mine says "lets end it today"
To drag it on is certain demise
but some see it wise
to stay in those eyes
so hypnotized
with those fucking lies
I carry on but I may die
So if you care then drop the line
But dont you dare piss, moan, and whine
Cuz I wont tear your heart or mine
Just let it go, Its about damn time
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[31 Mar 2006|11:13am] |
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Ok So Im tired of being this fucking person that everyone wants me to be. Im tired of being this changed perosn everyone makes me out to be so I have no choice but to agree. IM the exact same fucking person I was a year ago but Ive matured a little more. I didnt develope better morals, I didnt start thinking the "right way", Im no fucking different, I just keep it all locked up because noobdy truly gives a rats ass. Look at it like this, I was considered a sinner, a whore, a liar, you name it that was me. IM STILL A FUCKING SINNER A LIAR AND A FUCKING WHORE. Im not perfect and if people dont like it...fuck them. Im tried of this "Get my shit straight attitude". You know what? Im 18 fucking years old, I dont HAVE to get my shit straight I stil have time to fuck up. So Im going to. I shouldnt be in the place Im at right now. This isnt my life. This isnt what I want. I need some FUCKING FREEDOM. I need to just get the fuck away and be with my friends that I really care about and not have any obligation to ANYONE. Ive got 850 in the bank righyt now that I cant touch because so many people have tabs on my shit and will be like "Wah wah wah wah wah! WAh wah wah!" Charlie Brown bullshit. Well you know what ? Ive got a fucking job and I and I can replace the fucking money when I get paid, you know why? Cuz I get paid every fucking day. 5 chances in a week to replace that shit. And when I do it, I dont want to hear any fucking bitching from anyone. Keep your fuckiong noses in your own godamned business. Stay the fuck out of mine. Im not stupied I know what the fuck im doing. I may be young but Im not a fucking imbecile. So for any of those few people that im talking about that read this. DONT EVEN FUCKING TALK TO ME ABOUT IT. Just pretend it didnt even happen. Youre better off that way. GOD DAMN THAT FELT GOOD!!!!!!!!!
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| Wont You Cure My Tragedy? |
[06 Feb 2006|11:26am] |
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Here are a few songs that really describe how I feel lately.
Cure My Tragedy - Cold
Remember all the times that we used to play
You were lost and I would save you
I don't think these feelings will ever fade
You were born a part of me
I was never good at hiding anything
My thoughts break me
Do you understand what you mean to me
You are my faith
Won't you cure my tragedy
Don't take her smile away from me
She's broken and I'm far away
Won't you cure my tragedy
If you make the world a stage for me
Then I hope that you can hear me scream
Cure my tragedy
When I sit and think of the days we shared
And the nights you covered for me
Every little thing that I ever did
You would stand by me
Every time you cried it would take my wind
My heart would break
If I could be strong like you were for me
You are my faith
I can't take this anymore
I can't feel this anymore
Won't you take and give her pain to me
'Cause my whole life I made mistakes
Can you hear me scream
Elderly Woman Behind the Counter in a Small Town by Pearl Jam
I seem to recognize your face
Haunting, familiar, yet I can't seem to place it
Cannot find the candle of thought to light your name
Lifetimes are catching up with me
All these changes taking place, I wish I'd seen the place
But no one's ever taken me
Hearts and thoughts they fade, fade away... (2x)
I swear I recognize your breath
Memories like fingerprints are slowly raising
Me you wouldnt recall, for I'm not my former
It's hard when, your stuck upon the shelf
I changed by not changing at all, small town predicts my fate
Perhaps that's what no one wants to see
I just want to scream...hello...
My god its been so long, never dreamed you'd return
But now here you are, and here I am
Hearts and thoughts they fade...away...
Hearts and thoughts they fade, fade away... (2x)
Hearts and thoughts they fade...away...
Hearts and thoughts they fade, fade away... (3x)
Hearts and thoughts they fade...
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You Have A Type A- Personality |
A-
You are one of the most balanced people around
Motivated and focused, you are good at getting what you want
You rule at success, but success doesn't rule you.
When it's playtime, you really know how to kick back
Whether it's hanging out with friends or doing something you love!
You live life to the fullest - encorporating the best of both worlds |
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| 3 hits of really good ACID |
[30 Jan 2006|08:52am] |
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Ok so, Friday night I dosed 3 hits of acid. Enough said? CRAZY FUCKING NIGHT! I fried for 27 fucking hours! 27 dude! Now 12-16 is normal but 27? I started to worry around 20. I lost all the people I started frying with except Fridge who ended up leaving me around 17 hours or so. BUt yeah anyways. 6:00 in the morning rolls by and me and Fridge are in the laundromat in Sunnyland by Shannons old house frying our dicks off by ourselves with no vehicle or anywhere to go. I mean who wants to take in two FUCKED UP kids this early. So picture this, Im sitting in the bathroom listening to Fridge talk to himself, as in he thinks he sees himself and has a conversation with himself but he knew he wasnt there...confusing? Yeah so after im done taking a shit (and a very intersting one at that) we wander about the laundromat trying to find a goddamned dime because the vending machine is the type that only has slots for 2 quarters and one dime. All I had was the quarters that the change machine gave me (comer to find out later that there was two change machines...one that gave quarters and one that gave mickels and dimes. But we were so fucked up we didnt even realize it. O yeah not to mention, we had keenans car keys. Keenan wasnt there. But let me start over. We got this acid from some kid that we didnt even know. Hick ass motherfucker. Like this was truly an Elandorf type connection. He told us, dude just take one, just take one. We were like, "Dude weve fried before we know what were doing! blah blah blah" HAHAHAHAHAHAHA we should have listened to him. Lets put it this way, Fridge has eaten 6 or seven hits of GOOD ACID b4. Halfway thourgh the night he looks at me with his HUGE pupils and his textured face (you wouldnt understand) and said, dude ive eaten quite a bit of LSD in my day but NEVER have I been frying this fucking hard. Especially after only three hits. DAMN! But I could go on and on and on about the shit we did. O yeah, we ended up at Bailey Suits house by the time daylight came (wierd as fuck, random as fuck) and damn so much stuff happened. All in all, I fried for 27 FUCKING HOURS. By the end of the trip I was asleep. Ive never heard of someone falliong asleep on acid. But somhow I managed to get to my moms house in chilicothe and pass out on her couch while frying. And the most confusing part of all this (drumroll please) I ended up spending 101 dollars. But ...on what? Maybe it was the Vicoden I snorted...o well. CRAZY STUFF! O yeah and LSD is enlighteneing...fuck what everyone else says.
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| You Have a Choleric Temperament | 
You are a person of great enthusiasm - easily excited by many things.
Unsatisfied by the ordinary, you are reaching for an epic, extraordinary life.
You want the best. The best life. The best love. The best reputation.
You posses a sharp and keen intellect. Your mind is your primary weapon.
Strong willed, nothing can keep you down. Your energy can break down any wall.
You're an instantly passionate person - and this passion gives you an intoxicating power over others.
At your worst, you are a narcissist. Full of yourself and even proud of your faults.
Stubborn and opinionated, you know what you think is right. End of discussion.
A bit of a misanthrope, you often see others as weak, ignorant, and inferior. |
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| Your Life Path Number is 7 | 
Your purpose in life is to find truth and meaning
You are very spiritual, and you are interested in the mysteries of life.
You are quite analytical and a great thinker. You have many theories and insights.
A life of solitude is perfect for you. You need time to think and do things your way.
In love, you are quite charming. You attract many with your confidence and wit.
While you enjoy being alone, sometimes you take it to an extreme.
You can become too isolated, shutting out loved ones and friends.
Express yourself a little bit more, and you'll be surprised where it takes you! |
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| They Call Me The Working Man |
[19 Jan 2006|08:21am] |
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So I found a job working with Jennas dad plastering. 300 a week. Cant complain. But yesterday i was sick and couldnt go in (would have been 4th day on the job) and today...I overslept by like 15 minutes and missed my ride. At this rate, im fucking up this most amazing opportunity. I cant do that. Ive fucked up too many jobs in the past. I need this one. 300$ a week dude. weekends off. as long of a lunch as i need. 7 hour days. smoke break when i want. 60$ a day in cash. tax free. hard work which means ill get all muscle bound (yeah no more looking like a bitch when I fight josh at dennys...give me three weeks then lets reenact that night). This is the perfect opportunity for me. I cant fuck this up. This is mine, This is my safe place. And by that I mean I find pride in my work, when im proud of my self, im comfortable. When im comfortable I keep those around me happy. I have great ability to sway the feelings and actions of those around me and I try to maintain good vibes in order to keep those around me pleasant. When I work, I find this to be much easier. So all in all. I need this job. And to top it all off - Im making a better connection with Jennas dad, Steve. Me and Steve are VERY similar. We get along really well. Which is great - im with his daughter, gotta stay on his good side. The last thing I want to do is have him thinking "This kid doesnt really seem to want this very much" and then fire me and forever have a bad outlook on my work ethics and in turn, have a bad outlook on me. But one thing ive learned about him is he doesnt judge me. I see him as an example of what not to be. He made alot of the same mistakes im making right now when he was younger, and so he sees alot of him in me. He doesnt judge me for this because he knows (i assume he knows) im learning the same way he did, but im taking his mistakes and learning from them. All in hopes of becoming someone. Damn Im rambling now so im outtie 5000.
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| BILL BRASKY!!!!!!! |
[02 Jan 2006|11:16am] |
Here are some sweet ass Brasky Quotes for those of you that keep bugging me for them.
"Bill Brasky is a son of a bitch!"
"Bill Brasky is the father of every kid in this town!"
"Bill Brasky once showed me a video of him making love to my wife, and it was the most beautiful thing I ever saw!"
"One time I was with Brasky in the back of a pickup truck, along with a live deer. Brasky goes up to the deer and says, 'I'm Bill Brasky! SAY IT!' Then he manipulates the deer's lips in such a way as to make it say, 'Billbrasky' ... It wasn't exactly like it, but it was pretty good for a deer!'"
"He'd eat a homeless person if you dared him!"
"His poop is used as currency in Argentina."
"He sweats Gatorade"
"He once breast-fed a flamingo back to health."
"He hated Mexicans! And he was half Mexican! .......And he hated irony!"
"I once saw him scissor kick Angela Landsbury."
"He sheds his skin once a year."
"He makes brooms somewhere in Georgia."
"He did 3 tours in 'Nam...... I was in Corpus Christi on business a month ago. I had this eight foot tall Asian waiter, which made me curious. I asked him his name. Sure enough it's Ho Tran Brasky!"
"I once saw him eat a whole live chicken."
"His favorite movie is 'One on One' with Robby Benson."
"He sleeps eight hours a night! ........ well, he was pretty normal when it came to that."
"Bill Brasky was a two ton man-mountain who could palm a medicine ball!"
"Did I ever tell you about the time Brasky took me out to go get a drink with him? We go off looking for a bar and we can't find one. Finally Brasky takes me to a vacant lot and says, 'Here we are.' We sat there for a year and a half and sure enough someone constructs a bar around us. The day they opened we ordered a shot, drank it, and then burned the place to the ground. Brasky yelled over the roar of the flames, 'Always leave things the way you found em!'"
"Bill Brasky had a four day heart attack...a day for each chamber. At the autopsy, they said his heart looked like a basketball filled with riccotta cheese."
"He once punched a hole in a cow just to see who was coming up the road."
"He taught me how to make love to a woman, and how to scold a child."
"They found $60 in change in his stomach."
"He did all the makeup on the 'Planet of the Apes' movie."
"He grew a 3rd arm and kept it in a vault."
"Brasky drank a full glass of liquid LSD with his eggs. Then he slept for 8 months straight. When he woke he rubbed his eyes and said, 'All in all, I prefer gin.'"
"They say Gene Roddenbery got the idea for Star Trek from listening to Brasky talk in his sleep."
"He date raped David Bowie."
"He once inhaled a seagull."
"The Pope told him it was ok to have a mistress."
"It was the sight of Brasky's naked body that drove Brian Wilson insane."
"He once had sex with a cigarette machine."
"He killed Wolfman Jack with a trident."
"He uses the Shroud of Turin as a golf towel."
"He once ate the Bible while water skiing."
"He drives an ice cream truck covered in human skulls."
"He sired a baseball team.. an orchestra if you count the bastards!"
"You know, he would shoot whiskey into his neck with a syringe!"
"He has dandruff the size of mice!"
"He jogged with a fridge on his back!"
"Bill Brasky was a 10 foot monster who slept with all our wives! And punched us all in the face! And we loved him for it!"
"His first name is Bill! ....... I'm drunk."
"He's a ten foot tall beastman who showers in vodka and feeds his baby shrimp scampi."
"He orchestrated the merger between Unicef and Smith & Wessen."
"He went public with his own buttocks and made $7 million."
"Did I ever tell you about the time Brasky went hunting? Brasky decides he's going to hunt down all four of the Banana Splits. He stalks and kills every one of them with a machette. They all begged for their lives...except Fleagle."
"We once had a bachelor party for Brasky. He ate the entire cake before we could tell him there was a stripper in it."
"Brasky once hosted the Grammys and gave every award to Corey Hart."
"He has a toenail on the end of his penis."
"Brasky once got his wife pregnant and gave birth to a delicious 16 ounce steak. The after birth was sauteed mushrooms."
"Brasky's family crest is a picture of a baracudda eating Neil Armstrong."
"Brasky ranked 18th in the AP College Football Pool."
"Did I ever tell you about the time Brasky was in a production of, 'The King & I?' On opening night, Brasky chloroforms the entire cast and slowly eats them in front of the audience for two hours. The production got pretty good reviews."
"He breastfeeds John Madden."
"Brasky named the group Sha-Na-Na. They did NOT want to be called that."
"If you drop a phonograph needle on Brasky's nipple, it plays the Beach Boys' 'Pet Sounds.'"
"They use Brasky's foreskin as a tarp when it rains at Yankee stadium."
"Brasky directed that commercial where the women play basketball in high heels."
"All the 'Yes' album covers are Brasky family photos."
"He wears a live rattlesnake as a condom."
"Did I ever tell you about the time he taught his son how to drive? He did it by entering him in the Indy 500. The kid wrecked and died. Brasky said it would've happened sometime."
"Brasky's semen can form into a liquid human - like the guy from 'Terminator 2'"
"Brasky still believes in Santa Claus, and he wants to put him in porno films."
"He thinks then iron man is gay."
"He framed Roger Rabbit."
"The character of Johnny Appleseed was based on Brasky - except for the apple tree planting and not raping men."
"He gave a handjob to a manta ray."
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| HAPPY FUCKING NEW YEAR |
[02 Jan 2006|10:50am] |
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Happy new year!
A new dawning approached and left with the blink of an eye,
Welcome to 06, fuck 2005.
Im starting anew, and thinking my direction
We all need to collaberate,
and find our connections.
No matter how busy
No matter how far.
We must hang together,
We know who we are.
There is a shift time and a shift in mind
No all we need to do is find,
A center point to just rewind
and work through this year
with our own kind.
All In all - Happy fucking new year and make the damn best of it.
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