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[28 Nov 2006|11:50pm] |
So I decided to offer my PS3 to Redman for 1400 bucks. Mother fucker must be broke cause he thinks I'd give it to him for cheaper out of the goodness of my holiday spirit infested heart. Nah. That's not how I roll. He better get in the studio and spit out some hot fire so he can afford my PS3. Uh! Nah-nah nah-nah, son.
Yea, that's why I go on livejournal now. To brag about how I have Redman's number. Fuck Redman. Seed of Chucky sucked. Your TV show sucked. Buy my PS3. I'm broke!
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| rediscover |
[10 Oct 2006|09:58pm] |
Black then white are all I see in my infancy.
red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me.
lets me see there is so much more
and beckons me to look through to these infinite possibilities.
As below, so above and beyond, I imagine
drawn outside the lines of reason.
Push the envelope. Watch it bend.
Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind.
Withering my intuition leaving all these opportunities behind.
Feed my will to feel this moment urging me to cross the line.
Reaching out to embrace the random.
Reaching out to embrace whatever may come.
I embrace my desire to
feel the rhythm, to feel connected
enough to step aside and weep like a widow
to feel inspired, to fathom the power,
to witness the beauty, to bathe in the fountain,
to swing on the spiral
of our divinity and still be a human.
With my feet upon the ground I lose myself
between the sounds and open wide to suck it in,
I feel it move across my skin.
I'm reaching up and reaching out,
I'm reaching for the random or what ever will bewilder me.
And following our will and wind we may just go where no one's been.
We'll ride the spiral to the end and may just go where no one's been.
Spiral out. Keep going, going...
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[20 Sep 2006|12:26am] |
Someone tell me what song this is. Because that is what I suspect it is.
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[01 Sep 2006|02:47am] |
"Agony's Persuit of Misery"
convoluted thoughts.
precious memories prove fake
a polluted conjecture bought
justin timberlake
tremble and shiver my bones
dripping cold sweat makes me shake
i hide my fear though its noticably shown
justin timberlake
i move on but blindness sets in
only pain and suffering were mine to take
i'm bruised and battered, a victim of sin
justin timberlake
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| Oh Canada. Our home and native land |
[04 Aug 2006|09:55am] |
Rarely do I awake this early. Rarely do put off cleaning my shit hole room this early. Usually I procrastinate later in the day. This is going to leave a lot of time for doing nothing. Finally, I decided to put up some pictures from Canada courtesy of Pat and Nick's cameras.
This was on the way back from Canada. What a way to start this fucking Canadian slide show. Cris is assed out. I'm amused.
See how intense my fist pumping is? Yea. Call me if you think you can pump harder. I'll take a dump on your chest.
We are in a night club where people have fun. But me. I. Feel. So. Alone. And. Empty. Inside.
WE ARE IN CANADA AND WE ARE SHIT-ASS FACED exclaimed Chad.
You've never sucked a mean cock until you've sucked a 150 meter Canadian cock.
We just couldn't get enough.
This is the lamest picture I've ever been in. A cop took this in between making fun of our stupid American-ness.
We all have the same umbrella because we bought it at the same store when it started raining out of nowhere.
Cris is still sleeping.
When you make a statue so life-like that it has a giant nut sack, you Pat can't help but to grab it.
Nick is ridicuously happy to have his first legal beer. God bless Canada.
At the top of the CN tower, our conformist asshole heros are taking Canada by storm.
Beer.
My Billy Idol impression, while fist pumping, while driving.
I LOL at this picture everytime I see it.
A story of courage, bravery, and love.
This looks like the cover to a shitty Vin Diesel movie.
Our rental car had a Tenessee license plate. We were southerners visiting Canada.
Cris is getting breast fed from a black woman statue in front of a black hospital.
The proof.
Glass floor of the CN tower.
The glass floor made me fucking dizzy.
My "A-Rod just struck out four times" face at the Toronto-Yankees game.
Pat went dahh dahh tooahlululee raahhh and went down swinging.
I got balls that will rip through your chest!
Assed out still. Don't sleep in road trips in a car full of cameras.
Puts a tear in my eye.
Good ol' life threatening road side accident scene. Puts a tear in my other eye. I guess they rode
a lil' too durtay.
Another picture.
Back in the U.S. Thanks to the high volume of fucking traffic, we were able to take this shot.
There you have it. I purposely didn't LJ Cut these pictures, because I don't feel like it. Whatever. I do what I want.
In the course of the trip we witnessed:
- Some guy get his ass kicked by a black bouncer when he said to him, "I got balls that will rip through your chest," followed by the N-bomb. I believe he was a fellow American.
- A cracked-out black dude that suddenly sat down next to us and told us to just act natural while he rolled up a blunt. He proceeded to tell Cris that the rest of us were white people that will never truely be his friends. It was funny actually.
- The fact that Canadian police are only in Canada to laugh at foreigners and make fun of them. We came to this conclusion because there isn't any crime in Canada and all four cops we saw in Toronto made fun of us and laughed in their own self indulgence.
- Other stuff that I forgot.
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| Howya doin'? |
[24 Jul 2006|01:10am] |
Vote:
I took a trip to Canada with the OBC entourage. Does this REALLY count as leaving the country?
A. Yes. It is like they have their own culture and everything.
B. No, it isn't even a real country. More like the 51st state that is least talked about only second to Utah.
C. Too tough to call.
D. Other. (please elaborate)
Details and pics tomorrow. It'll be worth it. Trust Chad.
I ate a month's worth of McDonalds (A lifetime for some people) in three days. If I seem at all "different" or temperamental, I blame the Big Mac, double quarter pounder with cheese, and large fries I had for dinner today. I was hungry. And it was a rather large mistake. I hate natural fundamental instincts.
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| I be rollin'. Haters be patrolling. |
[19 Jul 2006|02:55am] |
It is hard to explain 99% of the feelings I have every day. These words, in fact, only portray less than 1% of everything I feel, and sadly, everything else will forever be uncommunicated due to the lack of words in even the most diverse vernacular.
From the drawing above, the only notion I can denote is that I strongly believe it to be the single most irresistable folded-up note I have ever received. Perhaps you have to know Jenna personally in order to "get" what I'm trying to fully suggest or just read what is written on the back of it. In any case, I also believe that natural law mandates that anyone who wouldn't feel the same way I do about it when they see it to be completely and legitamately out of their damn mind.
Hence, I show you a drawing that will forever make me smile and why I am so in love with her. Without my recently-reenforced backing of the theory that spontaneous ideas are always the best, and over-thinking and rethinking ideas is the path to failure and mediocrity, I would never have written this. But, I let my fingers go, this time spilling out words that would otherwise be filtered out and thrown away. And I move my mouse over to the submit button to click it, well before my brain loses confidence, slams on the big red 'abort' button, and clicks on the "X" at the top right corner of my screen.
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| Chicken Parm |
[13 Jul 2006|02:07am] |
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As the 1990's came to a close, my everyday routine life went with it. What replaced it was a series of radical changes that took me by surprise simply because of the fact that I was not really ready for any changes. With a life full of just eating, shitting, and homework, one has to be shocked when their life is disrupted by events placing him on a tight rope swaying back and forth. In a fucking hurricane. I guess life is all a matter of getting the balance in your life right. Like when something goes wrong on your tight rope of life and you shit your pants. No big deal- except that the shit is affecting your balance. It's all about balancing your shit to stay up.
Anyway, as 2000 exposed its ugly head, I was in my first year of High School and I was amazed at how useless authority really was. So amazed in fact, that I never really joined the cast- I was just an audience member being entertained everyday. At home, my brother moved out of the house and I had my own room. Fast forward four years. I was now at prom weekend, pissed drunk, watching the Devils win the Stanely Cup, jizzing on people's laundry, taking drunken walks to other motel rooms, and trying to get girls to tug on my nutsack by telling them that it was a dirty piece of gum stuck to my pants. By that day I was cut loose.
College started and my roommate was John Frazza. We both took Will's abuse and Jordan's closet homosexuality and I realized how much fun I should be having. One time, Will, John, and I were hungry, so, we decided to knock on every girl's dorm room door to find some apple pie. We did not find any apple pie. But we found Cara, Jodie, and Mellen. Mellen, years later, would introduce me to my girlfriend who I insanely love mucho grande, so essentially, Jenna and I are together because of apple pie. Or maybe because of Will's association of "girls = apple pie".but that could all be left up in the air. Cara became my best friend freshman year, even though I told her to shut up the second day I spent time with her. She still beats my ass years later. :( :(
Well, this last paragraph will give reasoning behind why I'm remembering so much of the part of my life that was the most radical (and strange.) A couple days ago John Frazza's father came into John and his brother's room, shot and killed both of them before shooting himself. All clear motives aside, I find it impossible to think of any good reason for something like this to happen to someone like him. I still talked to him a lot every time I saw him on campus and its really shocking to think about now. I'll miss hanging out in the Roadrunner with him and Matt and Denise and just bullshitting about everyone and everything insuing non-stop laughter. I'm not very good at writing memorial pieces so I'll just leave it at that.
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| I Hate Math |
[29 Jun 2006|02:01pm] |
In order to systematically and effectively relieve my stress levels for the remainder of the summer, I have opted to implement the following plan that consists of two main and decisive terms of protocol:
1. I will not engage in any work that requires the use of advanced brain wave patterns and thoughts.
2. I will oversee that the above rule of conduct is not broken.
Godspeed.
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| Haven't you people ever heard of pulling that goddamn plug on your no-talent career? |
[19 Jun 2006|12:52am] |
I decided to eat a sammich last night while watching tv. When I was flipping the channels, I came across the HBO show Autopsy. And I had to watch it because my eyes wouldn't move from the locked position fixed directly on the tv. So, since I couldn't force myself not to watch it, I couldn't eat my fucking sangwich anymore. Especially at the part where the guy was scooping up the stomach contents of some dead dude with a soup spoon. Or the part where he ripped back the skin on the head and sawed through the skull and took out the brain--all in explicit detail.
In other news, I didn't throw away that sangwich. I saved it. And I'm eating it now because I didn't get to eat my soup at the diner. Because low and behold, there was a fucking fly in it.
In conclusion, there are invisible forces trying to get me to starve myself.
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| Grrr, frustration! |
[07 Jun 2006|03:09am] |
Thinking about moving to the rainforest.
I hear they have less fucking rain.
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| HAPPY BIRTHDAY, FUCKING AIDS ! |
[05 Jun 2006|10:53am] |
HAPPY BIRTHDAY AIDS!!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR AQUIRED IMMUNE DIFFICIENCY SYNDROME
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!
ARE YOU 1?
ARE YOU 2?
ARE YOU 3?
ARE YOU 4?
ARE YOU 5?
ARE YOU 6?
ARE YOU 7?
ARE YOU 8?
ARE YOU 9?
ARE YOU 10......
AW FUCK IT! YOU'RE 25!
It's time to celebrate AIDS's 25th birthday. And I'm not talking about HIV. I'm talking about FULL-BLOWN AIDS! On this day 25 years ago, the first victim was diagnosed with AIDS. Let's party!
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| Terrorist |
[16 May 2006|01:54am] |
Terrorist. Terrorizing Union. Evading Jack Bauer. Creating mischief.
Mayhem.
Baked goods.
My poor attempt at ousting Mellen's cock sucking face.
Oldie:
Look at that tongue.
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| WE ARE ALL DISEASED |
[12 May 2006|02:48am] |
I am getting into the Industrial Revolution lately. If you think I'm talking about textile factories and printing presses we aren't seeing eye to eye.
Go to New York and find the trendiest club you possibly can. Go in. Listen to that music. See how fucking shitty that music is? Well Industrial is the complete opposite.
If you pick out the average MTV-attention-span asstard and ask them to decipher the difference between Industrial and Techno, they wouldn't be able to because they are fucking stupid. Obviously, this claim of mine is highly unrealistic, and undermines the fact that the average MTV-attention-span asstard would lose focus 2-3 minutes into the song anyway, so there is no feasible way to conduct this research.
If you had to ask, one may easily realize that:
Techno - annoying repetitive beat + lyrics + meaning + elegance = Industrial
Terrible attempt at getting you to stop listening to shitty music: TURN OFF YOUR RADIO AND MTV. FUCK.
Start here to begin your healing.
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| Who are you to point your finger? You must have been soooooooo high. |
[12 May 2006|02:41am] |
Stone:
Depeche Mode: Saturday
NIN: June 14th & June 16th
Plan:
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Tool
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| THIS IS THE LAST TIME I REFER TO MARVEL IN THIS LIVEJOURNAL. I HATE MARVEL. |
[04 May 2006|11:16am] |
Oh Live Journal. Like returning to an old friend enemy. How I loathe thee. How I hate you with every red blood cell that flows through my veins.
The new X-Men movie is going to kick ass for one sole reason:
Beast will finally be introduced. Who the fuck in their right mind doesn't like a big blue fury beastly man who is also very intellectual?
Thought so.
The Spiderman movies suck balls. I'm glad Jenna and I saw eye to eye on this subject. And the only thing that can save this trainwreck of a movie series is if Venom kills Spiderman so that:
A- This is the last Spiderman movie (one can only wish)
and...
B- ....Venom kicks ass ok?
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| DAZE OF DA PHEONIX |
[04 May 2006|11:14am] |
The teenage death boys, the teenage death girls...
and everyone was dancing.
Nothing could touch us then,
no one could change us then, and everyone was dancing.
Nothing could hurt us then, no one could see us then,
and everyone was dancing.
Everyone was dancing.
I fell into yesterday.
Our dreams seemed not far away.
I want to stay
I fell into fantasy.
Come back soon dude
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| Which reminds me... |
[06 Apr 2006|11:54am] |
Look for IHE's new B-side entitled:
"I don't care if every new pair of jeans I buy is tighter than my girlfriend's jeans (i never wanted children anyway)"
Inspired by my new favorite band. "A Band That Conjures Their Bare Emotions From Their Vaginas"
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| GET OFF MY SATELLITE RADIO SUPER-'TARDS |
[06 Apr 2006|11:49am] |
I just want to bring you down so badly!!!
I think this song is about how he's so pissed off that another dude stole his fashion tastes.
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| Yes, I saw it on Mencia. Don't give me comments about that you superdork. |
[04 Apr 2006|12:13am] |
I reserve livejournal to express my hate. I usually don't hate very much. Mosty love. I love a lot. But, if there is any hate in me, I can let it out on this shit ass crapsite.
I hate: 50 Cent
Reason: This retard makes it pretty self-explanatory. Just turn on MTV or BET.
I hate: Kanye West
Reason: He's a big headed shit stain who once said that if the Bible were written today, he'd be in it. Die, pretentious asshole.
That's basically it. Two stupid rapping cocknockers who need to see how it feels with their fucking Nikes on the ground. The Nikes that they stole.
Now, I ain't saying I'm a rapper hater
But I hope this shit ends sooner or later
If you want to here someone bust a "phat" rhyme without talking about "candy shops" or other euphanisms for "banging hoes"... someone with something to say that actually MATTERS... someone who actually knows what a gangster is and doesn't claim to be one... someone with talent... listen to Saul Williams.
And I quote...
"Telegram to Hip Hop: Dear Hip Hop .(stop). This shit has gone too far. (stop). Please see that mixer and turntables are returned to Kool Herc. (stop). The ghettos are dancing off beat. (stop). The master of ceremonies have forgotten that they were once slaves and have neglected the occasion of this ceremony. (stop). Perhaps we should not have encouraged them to use cordless microphones, for they have walked too far from the source and are emitting a lesser frequency (stop). Please inform all interested parties that cash nor murder have been added to the list of elements. (stop). We are discontinuing our current line of braggadocio, in light of the current trend in "realness". (stop). As an alternative, we will be confiscating weed supplies and replacing them with magic mushrooms, in hopes of helping niggas see beyond their reality. (stop). Give my regards to Brooklyn.
I'm falling up flights of stairs, scraping myself from the sidewalk, jumping from rivers to bridges, drowning in pure air. Hip Hop is lying on the side of the road, half dead to itself. Blood scrawled over its mangled flesh, like jazz, stuffed into an oversized record bag. Tuba lips swollen beyond recognition. Diamond studded teeth strewn like rice at karma's wedding. The ring bearer bore bad news. Minister of information wrote the wrong proclamation. Now everyone's singing the wrong song. Dissonant chords find necks like nooses. That nigga kicked the chair from under my feet. Harlem shaking from a rope, but still on beat. "Damn that loop is tight." Nigga, found a way to sample the way the truth the light. Can't wait to play myself at the party tonight. Niggas are gonna die. Cop car swerves to the side of the road. Hip Hop takes its last breath. The cop scrawls vernacular manslaughter onto a yellow pad, then balls the paper into his hand, deciding he'd rather free-style. "You have the right to remain silent." You have the right to remain silent. You have the right to remain silent. And maybe you should have before your bullshit manifested."
- Saul Williams
IN OTHER NEWS:
Last year Trent Reznor gave me a birthday present (a day late, but I don't care, he's a busy man) on May 3rd. The new NIN album With Teeth. Now, this year TOOL is giving me a birthday present on my birthday (May 2nd) and it's their new album, 10,000 Days. Rev. Maynard Keenan, I say a-thank-u.
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