sad the guinea pig died in labor yo
"Tristan we hardly knew thee."
"maybe she'll go on living in our hearts its just like you being dead and going on in our hearts."
Tuesday, April 29, 2003
"Every one knows anything goes we are the lotus kids you better take note of this for the story"
So where was I?
Well, that's a good question. I was somewhere I had been before but not enough times to remember the exact route to find whatever it was I was trying, but we were gonna get there. Me and my cousin or Anthony Keidis or whoever that was. He was following me which meant he had a certain amount of respect for me or something, and I remember a great feeling of honor for that. The area was littered with kids around late high/school college age. Ok for the Anthony/my cousin thing, Im not really sure who it was. At certain times I was sure it was my cousin Alex who has always been my most respected cousin, and it would seem to follow that it would be a mutual admiration thing within the event. As for the Anthony keidis thing, well I remember at a certain point that I was getting ready to grill him on several issues, and worrying if he would take offense to it. This is after who ever it was threw a bunch of garbage on the roof at a certain point at a building on campus(it must have been a campus) Anyway he seemed to do it not so much as wanting to cause harm (blocking up the drains) but more as in continuing some sort of tradition the students had, the custodian walked right by while he was doing it so it must have been no big deal.
Anyway from there we ran up a semi large green hill, and walked into a small building that seemed like some sort of concessions stand. It turned out I worked there and was late. Anthony or my cousin disappeared at this point and I was left with a bunch of small monkeys (humans) roaming around a very small and cramped kitchen style store. I got the impression that at least 2 of the guys were also working and at least 2 others were repeat customers, maybe friends. The rest just circulated in and out occasionally buying something. The place looked a lot like my dads kitchen only with more junk and shit in the way. (not that any of u have seen it) Anyway one of the guys very skinny blond about my height stuck his dirty fork in the cash register and it caught flame and we all just sort of sat and watched, me cuz i didn't know what i was doing there, the rest cuz they thought it was funny. Eventually people started leaving because nothing could be done and I blew the fire out.(im amazing) any way I struggled with the thought of turning him into the cops or calling security or what, I even had the phone in my hand and a list of numbers to call, but something told me this guy despite his stupidity was a friend so I simply locked up and contributed to the vandalism. I was late for class a repeated dream i often have, despite not being in school) Its always math class then a couple others 4 classes left for the day and chances are im only making it to 2 (despite the fact I skipped only 2 classes on purpose in all of high school) I sat down in a corner with a bucket of friend chicken going over excuses and such. I couldn't help but feel bad, my homework wasn't finished, I was late for class, I has greasy ass kfc all over my face. Eventually a teacher came up to me and asked me for some chicken, sat down and proceeded to eat, and everything seemed all good. Then I woke up with back pain and an hour to get to work. Hmm I be out soon.
So where was I?
Well, that's a good question. I was somewhere I had been before but not enough times to remember the exact route to find whatever it was I was trying, but we were gonna get there. Me and my cousin or Anthony Keidis or whoever that was. He was following me which meant he had a certain amount of respect for me or something, and I remember a great feeling of honor for that. The area was littered with kids around late high/school college age. Ok for the Anthony/my cousin thing, Im not really sure who it was. At certain times I was sure it was my cousin Alex who has always been my most respected cousin, and it would seem to follow that it would be a mutual admiration thing within the event. As for the Anthony keidis thing, well I remember at a certain point that I was getting ready to grill him on several issues, and worrying if he would take offense to it. This is after who ever it was threw a bunch of garbage on the roof at a certain point at a building on campus(it must have been a campus) Anyway he seemed to do it not so much as wanting to cause harm (blocking up the drains) but more as in continuing some sort of tradition the students had, the custodian walked right by while he was doing it so it must have been no big deal.
Anyway from there we ran up a semi large green hill, and walked into a small building that seemed like some sort of concessions stand. It turned out I worked there and was late. Anthony or my cousin disappeared at this point and I was left with a bunch of small monkeys (humans) roaming around a very small and cramped kitchen style store. I got the impression that at least 2 of the guys were also working and at least 2 others were repeat customers, maybe friends. The rest just circulated in and out occasionally buying something. The place looked a lot like my dads kitchen only with more junk and shit in the way. (not that any of u have seen it) Anyway one of the guys very skinny blond about my height stuck his dirty fork in the cash register and it caught flame and we all just sort of sat and watched, me cuz i didn't know what i was doing there, the rest cuz they thought it was funny. Eventually people started leaving because nothing could be done and I blew the fire out.(im amazing) any way I struggled with the thought of turning him into the cops or calling security or what, I even had the phone in my hand and a list of numbers to call, but something told me this guy despite his stupidity was a friend so I simply locked up and contributed to the vandalism. I was late for class a repeated dream i often have, despite not being in school) Its always math class then a couple others 4 classes left for the day and chances are im only making it to 2 (despite the fact I skipped only 2 classes on purpose in all of high school) I sat down in a corner with a bucket of friend chicken going over excuses and such. I couldn't help but feel bad, my homework wasn't finished, I was late for class, I has greasy ass kfc all over my face. Eventually a teacher came up to me and asked me for some chicken, sat down and proceeded to eat, and everything seemed all good. Then I woke up with back pain and an hour to get to work. Hmm I be out soon.
hmm gabs we be here to welcome you back, probably no parties till pete gets back, which is like the weekend.
also dont get caught with alcohol at the border, it aint too coo.
hmm elizabeth's guinea pig may have started birthing tonight. Update as soon as i hear.
We went to a movie, some folks, i was trying to get more but like 5 people claimed "the school -out."
Zach is startin it up at NAPA.
Natasha hasnt heard back from her place.
did you get ur summer job lined up? (thats to everybody)
Aimee told me today she is befriending sid's bro art who is a great kid, even if he may have sold out.
I dont know i just figure hes nice and funny and charming, and apparently "he looks like jesus"
longer hair than me, sad no? (I mean for me)
i was sort of chatting it up with behtsee today, which is nice, shes a cool girl, all through out highschool i always thought it would be nice to be friends with her, but it never happened. circles and circles and shyness and abundance of the unknown and the fear of it.
We saw the recruit btw which uh isnt good, but its ok. (better then i would have predicted from the preview)
in the movie they ask this guy a psych question "would u rather be on a train, dance in the rain or feel no pain?" something like that anyway.
It would suck to feel no pain i been on trains before and it aint no thang but dancing in a summer rain when its all nice out has got to be one of the best things in the world. so theres my fuckin answer.
blag blag blag yak yak yak this coming to u from a cow who cant hop the barbed wire fence.
to quote popular song by popular band i enjoy very much, " the world i love, the tears i drop, to be part of the wave, cant stop, ever wonder if its all for you?"
gonna be one of those nights i want to cry but cant get there. feeling overwhelmed, (but its hidden, its covered) but in a somewhat nice way, ----even when its painful its a wonderful feeling to be wound up and overwhelmed with emotions, dont u forget it.
and gabs did katie ever write me an e mail, cuz i either didnt get it or she sent me porn. I do recall a letter that said "hi this is katie" and then it was porn. I didnt figure her for the type but whateva floats ----
also dont get caught with alcohol at the border, it aint too coo.
hmm elizabeth's guinea pig may have started birthing tonight. Update as soon as i hear.
We went to a movie, some folks, i was trying to get more but like 5 people claimed "the school -out."
Zach is startin it up at NAPA.
Natasha hasnt heard back from her place.
did you get ur summer job lined up? (thats to everybody)
Aimee told me today she is befriending sid's bro art who is a great kid, even if he may have sold out.
I dont know i just figure hes nice and funny and charming, and apparently "he looks like jesus"
longer hair than me, sad no? (I mean for me)
i was sort of chatting it up with behtsee today, which is nice, shes a cool girl, all through out highschool i always thought it would be nice to be friends with her, but it never happened. circles and circles and shyness and abundance of the unknown and the fear of it.
We saw the recruit btw which uh isnt good, but its ok. (better then i would have predicted from the preview)
in the movie they ask this guy a psych question "would u rather be on a train, dance in the rain or feel no pain?" something like that anyway.
It would suck to feel no pain i been on trains before and it aint no thang but dancing in a summer rain when its all nice out has got to be one of the best things in the world. so theres my fuckin answer.
blag blag blag yak yak yak this coming to u from a cow who cant hop the barbed wire fence.
to quote popular song by popular band i enjoy very much, " the world i love, the tears i drop, to be part of the wave, cant stop, ever wonder if its all for you?"
gonna be one of those nights i want to cry but cant get there. feeling overwhelmed, (but its hidden, its covered) but in a somewhat nice way, ----even when its painful its a wonderful feeling to be wound up and overwhelmed with emotions, dont u forget it.
and gabs did katie ever write me an e mail, cuz i either didnt get it or she sent me porn. I do recall a letter that said "hi this is katie" and then it was porn. I didnt figure her for the type but whateva floats ----
Monday, April 28, 2003
I went into work all early this morning, to find the problems the solutions and such. It all worked out and no one seemed the least bit concerned that i fucked up royally. They even thought it was funny that i was concerned enough to wake up this morning (my only day off this week) and show up to figure it out.
I really need to spell check these. Everyday i look over a few random posts and everything is all wrong. Matt I took cold medicine for a week and it didn't help at all, its all in our heads. I have been officially sick for like 2-3 weeks and unofficially since i got home from some other land.
Elizabeth of mauled by bears fame (she claims she will never post again, but i will keep trying) Is having babies, err the guinea pigs she is taking care of are having babies. We will keep u updated.
Enjoying these new cds mucho. Speaking french to myself in the car. They are spraying our lawn to make it chemically active, the lady that showed up to do it was looking at me like she either didn't believe i was who i am, was trying to figure out if she could take me in a fight, or really wanted to hop my bones. We will keep u updated. Maybe
I really need to spell check these. Everyday i look over a few random posts and everything is all wrong. Matt I took cold medicine for a week and it didn't help at all, its all in our heads. I have been officially sick for like 2-3 weeks and unofficially since i got home from some other land.
Elizabeth of mauled by bears fame (she claims she will never post again, but i will keep trying) Is having babies, err the guinea pigs she is taking care of are having babies. We will keep u updated.
Enjoying these new cds mucho. Speaking french to myself in the car. They are spraying our lawn to make it chemically active, the lady that showed up to do it was looking at me like she either didn't believe i was who i am, was trying to figure out if she could take me in a fight, or really wanted to hop my bones. We will keep u updated. Maybe
Sunday, April 27, 2003
Things i got to wonder about.
*Whats with my lil brother having 8 sticks of deoderant while i go a whole week reeking of BO cuz i ran out.
*Which of my family members threw elizabeth's bike down the hill.
*What the fuck i did wrong today at work that made the paper work for the till thing so fucked.
*What the fuck am I gonna do tonight?
So very monkeyish right now.
*Whats with my lil brother having 8 sticks of deoderant while i go a whole week reeking of BO cuz i ran out.
*Which of my family members threw elizabeth's bike down the hill.
*What the fuck i did wrong today at work that made the paper work for the till thing so fucked.
*What the fuck am I gonna do tonight?
So very monkeyish right now.
The kind of stuff my mom leaves carelessly around my house, and i tend to think is directed at me, because as james even admits, i tend to be a bit of a hypochondriac.
She had that printed out. Its pretty standard, as far as that stuff goes. Some of her other stuff is better but thats what was on top today. Im gonna go to work. Have fun.
She had that printed out. Its pretty standard, as far as that stuff goes. Some of her other stuff is better but thats what was on top today. Im gonna go to work. Have fun.
check your news,
anyway u gotta love the fact that whenever our government is looking for something, say to link al Qaida and saddam, *poof* it just shows up. Hmm something to make france look bad, *poof* "we found it" weapons of mass destruction *poof* "why not over here?"
Im not saying none of this shit exists, i mean it all could, but if it doesnt, we will find it anyway, unless it serves a greater purpose to find it later, like in Syria.
Fun times. Charlton heston stepped down as pres to the NRA, a democrat looked really bad debating a republican on the gun issue this morning on cnn.
HMM Aimee took me and chris and her girls to a party thrown by a guy at jamba juice. So many heads that looked familiar, and yet i knew no one.
My drug needs more sugar, i gotta wake up, opening and closing and working alone at the mall today, pretty big responsibility considering its like my second week. Oh well wish me luck.
Gabs dont get SARS!! or whatever cuz thats some scary shit and u would probably live through it (it does not kill most) but ur boy mike aint got an immune system according to the note u left in my senior year book, so uh just dont get it.
anyway u gotta love the fact that whenever our government is looking for something, say to link al Qaida and saddam, *poof* it just shows up. Hmm something to make france look bad, *poof* "we found it" weapons of mass destruction *poof* "why not over here?"
Im not saying none of this shit exists, i mean it all could, but if it doesnt, we will find it anyway, unless it serves a greater purpose to find it later, like in Syria.
Fun times. Charlton heston stepped down as pres to the NRA, a democrat looked really bad debating a republican on the gun issue this morning on cnn.
HMM Aimee took me and chris and her girls to a party thrown by a guy at jamba juice. So many heads that looked familiar, and yet i knew no one.
My drug needs more sugar, i gotta wake up, opening and closing and working alone at the mall today, pretty big responsibility considering its like my second week. Oh well wish me luck.
Gabs dont get SARS!! or whatever cuz thats some scary shit and u would probably live through it (it does not kill most) but ur boy mike aint got an immune system according to the note u left in my senior year book, so uh just dont get it.
Saturday, April 26, 2003
do your rents still have you do chores when ur at home?
i went and get another job for my mom and now shes giving me work on top of the fact i work about everyday now.
im not mad i just think thats inconsiderate. Not that im not sayin im not alway inconsiderate to her, just one of us should be mature no?
i went and get another job for my mom and now shes giving me work on top of the fact i work about everyday now.
im not mad i just think thats inconsiderate. Not that im not sayin im not alway inconsiderate to her, just one of us should be mature no?
Friday, April 25, 2003
Ever have those dreams where you and a pack of rag tag civilians are running from a giant army of renegades in some futuristic scenario, as in postapocalyptic, and there is just no where to go so you have to fight, or at least stop the army from finding your next hiding place. No? well your next hiding place is a circus pizza or something of the sort. (indoor kids carnival)
that is all i have to say for now. I think.
that is all i have to say for now. I think.
Thursday, April 24, 2003
finally got some of those cds i been wanting,
the essential janis
the new big wu cd
chili peppers
and audioslave
also i downloaded the whole soul postition cd cuz it only has 6 songs and i already had 1 so no need to go there. Sadto screw the underground but maybe i can turn someone else onto buying a cd.
the essential janis
the new big wu cd
chili peppers
and audioslave
also i downloaded the whole soul postition cd cuz it only has 6 songs and i already had 1 so no need to go there. Sadto screw the underground but maybe i can turn someone else onto buying a cd.
how mike spends 3 mins so as not to be bored
and I'm not really that hungry
just bored
aint got no money,
to ride out to perkins
and sit amongst the friendlies
Yo escucho soul position
download pics for mass emissions
and its night time
makin me noctournal
yo escribo en mi journal
cause the last deck to fall
amongst the stars
create and relax
and watch the passing cars
corner of minni and lou
watch those who would pass through
through my town my sound my eternal hand pass through the city keep driving to get to foreign lands
u can tell u've gone to far
cuz it starts to smell
something fell
lets go back to the stars
I see distance and time as a giant piece of pie
and mines a bit of chocolate mousse
wipe the cream on the side
keep the swirls for the girls must impress and digest she likes a clean plate but u cant wait to take her back to the car.
oh have we gone too far? again
we can bend
spoons and shoelaces
across our brains and elbows
you get the coffee i'll say my hellos
fellas what you doin here?
always smoking section somewhere near the rear
i blame thee not the best view in the room
i like the freaks but cant handle the fumes
and that girl with the red hair caught both our eyes
cuz shes one of a kind
like the one u keep by your side.
my mouth is wide open and ready to be kicked
this shit is whack yo (oh yeah.... i like the "little less conversation remix" elvis song or whatever that is)
and I'm not really that hungry
just bored
aint got no money,
to ride out to perkins
and sit amongst the friendlies
Yo escucho soul position
download pics for mass emissions
and its night time
makin me noctournal
yo escribo en mi journal
cause the last deck to fall
amongst the stars
create and relax
and watch the passing cars
corner of minni and lou
watch those who would pass through
through my town my sound my eternal hand pass through the city keep driving to get to foreign lands
u can tell u've gone to far
cuz it starts to smell
something fell
lets go back to the stars
I see distance and time as a giant piece of pie
and mines a bit of chocolate mousse
wipe the cream on the side
keep the swirls for the girls must impress and digest she likes a clean plate but u cant wait to take her back to the car.
oh have we gone too far? again
we can bend
spoons and shoelaces
across our brains and elbows
you get the coffee i'll say my hellos
fellas what you doin here?
always smoking section somewhere near the rear
i blame thee not the best view in the room
i like the freaks but cant handle the fumes
and that girl with the red hair caught both our eyes
cuz shes one of a kind
like the one u keep by your side.
my mouth is wide open and ready to be kicked
this shit is whack yo (oh yeah.... i like the "little less conversation remix" elvis song or whatever that is)
Wednesday, April 23, 2003
If anyone still talks to ben cohen yall should tell him to get me a copy of his sweet bbq video, i been rockin out to that song all week and its bringing me back to late night viewings channel 14.
Summer will bring much communcation hopefully.
2 skinny j's are disbanding actually so ben's video will become all
famous and smokin and such amongst the underground at least. We must circulate.
Also vh1 is doing a diva search do u have what it takes?
(mike busts the dress out the closest)
ha no but this dude kept staring at me yesterday i wouldnt say he was unattractive, but it freaked me out cuz he kept coming back. That means i got 2 fans up at the mall that i have not intention of getting with. (the girl from the icing)
Hmm billy joel I havent been there for the longest time either.
Summer will bring much communcation hopefully.
2 skinny j's are disbanding actually so ben's video will become all
famous and smokin and such amongst the underground at least. We must circulate.
Also vh1 is doing a diva search do u have what it takes?
(mike busts the dress out the closest)
ha no but this dude kept staring at me yesterday i wouldnt say he was unattractive, but it freaked me out cuz he kept coming back. That means i got 2 fans up at the mall that i have not intention of getting with. (the girl from the icing)
Hmm billy joel I havent been there for the longest time either.
yo sorry once again for um typing up that nonsense, and sorry especially to my mother and illy who apparently can never understand a damn word i type.
and uh from Sa martinez to ur lovely eyes
"here I go
my vibe is holy
my eyes closed
Either im asleep
or what im thinking is deep
Eventually I sigh and kick the sheets
and try to piece together why Im here
nothin except my own damn eyes and ears
and then it severs
so i listen to my heart
always and ever
if its not good it might get better
if its not good it might just sever.
we're waking it up
face up and shakin it up
we know of an extended field
this is the deal
letting and getting the vibes we want
open up your heart and proceed to feel
now you're inchin up
to the summit never plummet
boot your system up
and then bail with the middle
finger up
why you so abrupt
baby dont be corrupt!" from "sever"
"i wanna be a senator!!"
and uh from Sa martinez to ur lovely eyes
"here I go
my vibe is holy
my eyes closed
Either im asleep
or what im thinking is deep
Eventually I sigh and kick the sheets
and try to piece together why Im here
nothin except my own damn eyes and ears
and then it severs
so i listen to my heart
always and ever
if its not good it might get better
if its not good it might just sever.
we're waking it up
face up and shakin it up
we know of an extended field
this is the deal
letting and getting the vibes we want
open up your heart and proceed to feel
now you're inchin up
to the summit never plummet
boot your system up
and then bail with the middle
finger up
why you so abrupt
baby dont be corrupt!" from "sever"
"i wanna be a senator!!"
Monday, April 21, 2003
(The following message is for anyone i had at least 7 different people in my head when i was writing and i dont mean no disrespect to no one.)
I find myself close to tears a lot lately as if there is something im holding back and it comes out at every chance. Close to ears is not really accurate cuz I spose I cried a little but it wasn't like sob sobs or nothing.
On the way to Tim's last night I found myself really overwhelmed with this feeling of responsibility (I guess) just like taking on too much in too little time and not feeling the weight lifting and realizing it would be ok when I got to Tim's something like that. So thanks to you two and to your parents Tim, good people. I feel really um I guess comforted just by that fact all of you exist.
hmm I guess I should talk about the Easter thing, and really I don't want anyone to be offended or like stop reading cuz its about to get ll Christian again and I know yall aren't always down with that, which I find I dunno sort of sad in a way.
I was telling a friend the other day that it makes me really well sad, that none of my friends are comforted by a religion, and knowing about only a few and truly knowing only 1 or 2 I guess I feel the need to share.
So cuz im Christian and it was Easter I'll rock this one out.
And I should start this by saying I have been really unsure about what exactly I believe in the past few months, but uh still.
So Jesus was this due right? and maybe he was God, maybe just inspired by God, maybe he was a schitzo it don't matter, for me he was at least in symbol an act of God telling people "look ur fucking it up, but i don't care anymore cuz i really just want to chill with you and yes, have you worship me." now a lot of humans are going wait worship? what's so great about God? well thats where some spins on life come in and its really hard to explain those (look in the archives i try all the time) but anyway, life is pretty sweet even when we are depressed and everything is shit the world is still fuckin unbelievable and really we all just forget that constantly, one reason we suck. but i guess most of us believe that there is a higher power of some sort not necessarily pulling strings or zapping shit with his kick ass lightning bolts or anything but something sort of looking out. We want to believe and honestly (at least for me) i think it helps make stuff all the more beautiful to believe that. So for me following in several million people footsteps, i was raised with some judeochristian beliefs and they seem to keep things rockin which is nice, and i also went out and tested that shit like mad and still do as much as possible cuz its good for ya.
(i will stop here for a sec to recap this babble)
Mike raised to believe in higher power, thinks its good, likes to think about it, yesterday was Easter, Jesus is a dude, who lived and died a while back, Jesus is a Jew, God says "look fuckers u suck, come dance with me."
got that? ok so Jesus was walking around preaching peace and love and maybe even a bit about a coming sword but i tend to believe that shit is beyond comprehension so screw that for now, but anyway Jesus pisses some people off cuz hes got all these dudes following him around and some local dudes in power don't like it so they execute him, and he knows its going to happen and he doesn't try to stop it.
So he dies. Yep hes dead as shit sitting up on some wood and people are going "hey what the fuck?"
so Jesus gets laid in this tomb and whether u believe this part of not, he comes back the day after the Sabbath (i believe) which is Sunday and he appears to some friends and he's like "yo i told u I'd be back where's my dinner?" and they give him his dinner and kiss and hug him and everything is coo for a month or so while he tells em how to live their lives and then they all go out all around the known world and u know the rest.
Why is the "Easter story" important? cuz i was thinking about it today and i was like seriously the God i believe in, this perfect being who created everything good I've ever known and ought to be praised and worshipped and all this stuff one day just decided, "hey u know what, "i care, i care enough to do some dirty work." now that's not just like some random guy who has to work a bit before the party this is like the rich dude who aint never had to work or been told to work, looking at his servant and saying "dude u don't have to do that, i can do it, u chill, I'll get the shit done and then we can veg out and have margaritas."
any of this making sense, are we at the "mike ive heard the damn story 4 times today already." point?
I dunno its weird how the more u let go of what ur holding onto and just let whatever come in the more it hits u how amazing life is.
to quote zach, and I will have to explain afterward but "i need more church in me."
and though I don't mean it how he did its good to have that relationship, bounce ideas off of and such.
whatever yall fuckers don't care but we be coo and i keep thanking God for yall and tellin him to watch ur backs.
peace and love and much respect to ya Taff
I find myself close to tears a lot lately as if there is something im holding back and it comes out at every chance. Close to ears is not really accurate cuz I spose I cried a little but it wasn't like sob sobs or nothing.
On the way to Tim's last night I found myself really overwhelmed with this feeling of responsibility (I guess) just like taking on too much in too little time and not feeling the weight lifting and realizing it would be ok when I got to Tim's something like that. So thanks to you two and to your parents Tim, good people. I feel really um I guess comforted just by that fact all of you exist.
hmm I guess I should talk about the Easter thing, and really I don't want anyone to be offended or like stop reading cuz its about to get ll Christian again and I know yall aren't always down with that, which I find I dunno sort of sad in a way.
I was telling a friend the other day that it makes me really well sad, that none of my friends are comforted by a religion, and knowing about only a few and truly knowing only 1 or 2 I guess I feel the need to share.
So cuz im Christian and it was Easter I'll rock this one out.
And I should start this by saying I have been really unsure about what exactly I believe in the past few months, but uh still.
So Jesus was this due right? and maybe he was God, maybe just inspired by God, maybe he was a schitzo it don't matter, for me he was at least in symbol an act of God telling people "look ur fucking it up, but i don't care anymore cuz i really just want to chill with you and yes, have you worship me." now a lot of humans are going wait worship? what's so great about God? well thats where some spins on life come in and its really hard to explain those (look in the archives i try all the time) but anyway, life is pretty sweet even when we are depressed and everything is shit the world is still fuckin unbelievable and really we all just forget that constantly, one reason we suck. but i guess most of us believe that there is a higher power of some sort not necessarily pulling strings or zapping shit with his kick ass lightning bolts or anything but something sort of looking out. We want to believe and honestly (at least for me) i think it helps make stuff all the more beautiful to believe that. So for me following in several million people footsteps, i was raised with some judeochristian beliefs and they seem to keep things rockin which is nice, and i also went out and tested that shit like mad and still do as much as possible cuz its good for ya.
(i will stop here for a sec to recap this babble)
Mike raised to believe in higher power, thinks its good, likes to think about it, yesterday was Easter, Jesus is a dude, who lived and died a while back, Jesus is a Jew, God says "look fuckers u suck, come dance with me."
got that? ok so Jesus was walking around preaching peace and love and maybe even a bit about a coming sword but i tend to believe that shit is beyond comprehension so screw that for now, but anyway Jesus pisses some people off cuz hes got all these dudes following him around and some local dudes in power don't like it so they execute him, and he knows its going to happen and he doesn't try to stop it.
So he dies. Yep hes dead as shit sitting up on some wood and people are going "hey what the fuck?"
so Jesus gets laid in this tomb and whether u believe this part of not, he comes back the day after the Sabbath (i believe) which is Sunday and he appears to some friends and he's like "yo i told u I'd be back where's my dinner?" and they give him his dinner and kiss and hug him and everything is coo for a month or so while he tells em how to live their lives and then they all go out all around the known world and u know the rest.
Why is the "Easter story" important? cuz i was thinking about it today and i was like seriously the God i believe in, this perfect being who created everything good I've ever known and ought to be praised and worshipped and all this stuff one day just decided, "hey u know what, "i care, i care enough to do some dirty work." now that's not just like some random guy who has to work a bit before the party this is like the rich dude who aint never had to work or been told to work, looking at his servant and saying "dude u don't have to do that, i can do it, u chill, I'll get the shit done and then we can veg out and have margaritas."
any of this making sense, are we at the "mike ive heard the damn story 4 times today already." point?
I dunno its weird how the more u let go of what ur holding onto and just let whatever come in the more it hits u how amazing life is.
to quote zach, and I will have to explain afterward but "i need more church in me."
and though I don't mean it how he did its good to have that relationship, bounce ideas off of and such.
whatever yall fuckers don't care but we be coo and i keep thanking God for yall and tellin him to watch ur backs.
peace and love and much respect to ya Taff
Saturday, April 19, 2003
used without permission (my brother sent it to me in an e mail
Published on Wednesday, April 16, 2003 by
CommonDreams.org
'A Chill Wind is Blowing in This Nation...'
Transcript of the speech given by actor Tim Robbins to
the National Press Club in Washington, D.C., on April
15, 2003.
TIM ROBBINS: Thank you. And thanks for the invitation.
I had originally been asked here to talk about the war
and our current political situation, but I have
instead chosen to hijack this opportunity and talk
about baseball and show business. (Laughter.) Just
kidding. Sort of.
I can't tell you how moved I have been at the
overwhelming support I have received from newspapers
throughout the country in these past few days. I hold
no illusions that all of these journalists agree with
me on my views against the war. While the journalists'
outrage at the cancellation of our appearance in
Cooperstown is not about my views, it is about my
right to express these views. I am extremely grateful
that there are those of you out there still with a
fierce belief in constitutionally guaranteed rights.
We need you, the press, now more than ever. This is a
crucial moment for all of us.
For all of the ugliness and tragedy of 9-11, there was
a brief period afterward where I held a great hope, in
the midst of the tears and shocked faces of New
Yorkers, in the midst of the lethal air we breathed as
we worked at Ground Zero, in the midst of my
children's terror at being so close to this crime
against humanity, in the midst of all this, I held on
to a glimmer of hope in the naive assumption that
something good could come out of it.
I imagined our leaders seizing upon this moment of
unity in America, this moment when no one wanted to
talk about Democrat versus Republican, white versus
black, or any of the other ridiculous divisions that
dominate our public discourse. I imagined our leaders
going on television telling the citizens that although
we all want to be at Ground Zero, we can't, but there
is work that is needed to be done all over America.
Our help is needed at community centers to tutor
children, to teach them to read. Our work is needed at
old-age homes to visit the lonely and infirmed; in
gutted neighborhoods to rebuild housing and clean up
parks, and convert abandoned lots to baseball fields.
I imagined leadership that would take this incredible
energy, this generosity of spirit and create a new
unity in America born out of the chaos and tragedy of
9/11, a new unity that would send a message to
terrorists everywhere: If you attack us, we will
become stronger, cleaner, better educated, and more
unified. You will strengthen our commitment to justice
and democracy by your inhumane attacks on us. Like a
Phoenix out of the fire, we will be reborn.
And then came the speech: You are either with us or
against us. And the bombing began. And the old
paradigm was restored as our leader encouraged us to
show our patriotism by shopping and by volunteering to
join groups that would turn in their neighbor for any
suspicious behavior.
In the 19 months since 9-11, we have seen our
democracy compromised by fear and hatred. Basic
inalienable rights, due process, the sanctity of the
home have been quickly compromised in a climate of
fear. A unified American public has grown bitterly
divided, and a world population that had profound
sympathy and support for us has grown contemptuous and
distrustful, viewing us as we once viewed the Soviet
Union, as a rogue state.
This past weekend, Susan and I and the three kids went
to Florida for a family reunion of sorts. Amidst the
alcohol and the dancing, sugar-rushing children, there
was, of course, talk of the war. And the most
frightening thing about the weekend was the amount of
times we were thanked for speaking out against the war
because that individual speaking thought it unsafe to
do so in their own community, in their own life. Keep
talking, they said; I haven't been able to open my
mouth.
A relative tells me that a history teacher tells his
11-year-old son, my nephew, that Susan Sarandon is
endangering the troops by her opposition to the war.
Another teacher in a different school asks our niece
if we are coming to the school play. They're not
welcome here, said the molder of young minds.
Another relative tells me of a school board decision
to cancel a civics event that was proposing to have a
moment of silence for those who have died in the war
because the students were including dead Iraqi
civilians in their silent prayer.
A teacher in another nephew's school is fired for
wearing a T- shirt with a peace sign on it. And a
friend of the family tells of listening to the radio
down South as the talk radio host calls for the murder
of a prominent anti-war activist. Death threats have
appeared on other prominent anti-war activists'
doorsteps for their views. Relatives of ours have
received threatening e-mails and phone calls. And my
13-year-old boy, who has done nothing to anybody, has
recently been embarrassed and humiliated by a sadistic
creep who writes -- or, rather, scratches his column
with his fingernails in dirt.
Susan and I have been listed as traitors, as
supporters of Saddam, and various other epithets by
the Aussie gossip rags masquerading as newspapers, and
by their fair and balanced electronic media cousins,
19th Century Fox. (Laughter.) Apologies to Gore Vidal.
(Applause.)
Two weeks ago, the United Way canceled Susan's
appearance at a conference on women's leadership. And
both of us last week were told that both we and the
First Amendment were not welcome at the Baseball Hall
of Fame.
A famous middle-aged rock-and-roller called me last
week to thank me for speaking out against the war,
only to go on to tell me that he could not speak
himself because he fears repercussions from Clear
Channel. "They promote our concert appearances," he
said. "They own most of the stations that play our
music. I can't come out against this war."
And here in Washington, Helen Thomas finds herself
banished to the back of the room and uncalled on after
asking Ari Fleischer whether our showing prisoners of
war at Guantanamo Bay on television violated the
Geneva Convention.
A chill wind is blowing in this nation. A message is
being sent through the White House and its allies in
talk radio and Clear Channel and Cooperstown. If you
oppose this administration, there can and will be
ramifications.
Every day, the air waves are filled with warnings,
veiled and unveiled threats, spewed invective and
hatred directed at any voice of dissent. And the
public, like so many relatives and friends that I saw
this weekend, sit in mute opposition and fear.
I am sick of hearing about Hollywood being against
this war. Hollywood's heavy hitters, the real power
brokers and cover-of-the- magazine stars, have been
largely silent on this issue. But Hollywood, the
concept, has always been a popular target.
I remember when the Columbine High School shootings
happened. President Clinton criticized Hollywood for
contributing to this terrible tragedy -- this, as we
were dropping bombs over Kosovo. Could the violent
actions of our leaders contribute somewhat to the
violent fantasies of our teenagers? Or is it all just
Hollywood and rock and roll?
I remember reading at the time that one of the
shooters had tried to enlist to fight the real war a
week before he acted out his war in real life at
Columbine. I talked about this in the press at the
time. And curiously, no one accused me of being
unpatriotic for criticizing Clinton. In fact, the same
radio patriots that call us traitors today engaged in
daily personal attacks on their president during the
war in Kosovo.
Today, prominent politicians who have decried violence
in movies -- the "Blame Hollywooders," if you will --
recently voted to give our current president the power
to unleash real violence in our current war. They want
us to stop the fictional violence but are okay with
the real kind.
And these same people that tolerate the real violence
of war don't want to see the result of it on the
nightly news. Unlike the rest of the world, our news
coverage of this war remains sanitized, without a
glimpse of the blood and gore inflicted upon our
soldiers or the women and children in Iraq. Violence
as a concept, an abstraction -- it's very strange.
As we applaud the hard-edged realism of the opening
battle scene of "Saving Private Ryan," we cringe at
the thought of seeing the same on the nightly news. We
are told it would be pornographic. We want no part of
reality in real life. We demand that war be
painstakingly realized on the screen, but that war
remain imagined and conceptualized in real life.
And in the midst of all this madness, where is the
political opposition? Where have all the Democrats
gone? Long time passing, long time ago. (Applause.)
With apologies to Robert Byrd, I have to say it is
pretty embarrassing to live in a country where a
five-foot- one comedian has more guts than most
politicians. (Applause.) We need leaders, not
pragmatists that cower before the spin zones of former
entertainment journalists. We need leaders who can
understand the Constitution, congressman who don't in
a moment of fear abdicate their most important power,
the right to declare war to the executive branch. And,
please, can we please stop the congressional sing-a-
longs? (Laughter.)
In this time when a citizenry applauds the liberation
of a country as it lives in fear of its own freedom,
when an administration official releases an attack ad
questioning the patriotism of a legless Vietnam
veteran running for Congress, when people all over the
country fear reprisal if they use their right to free
speech, it is time to get angry. It is time to get
fierce. And it doesn't take much to shift the tide. My
11-year-old nephew, mentioned earlier, a shy kid who
never talks in class, stood up to his history teacher
who was questioning Susan's patriotism. "That's my
aunt you're talking about. Stop it." And the stunned
teacher backtracks and began stammering compliments in
embarrassment.
Sportswriters across the country reacted with such
overwhelming fury at the Hall of Fame that the
president of the Hall admitted he made a mistake and
Major League Baseball disavowed any connection to the
actions of the Hall's president. A bully can be
stopped, and so can a mob. It takes one person with
the courage and a resolute voice.
The journalists in this country can battle back at
those who would rewrite our Constitution in Patriot
Act II, or "Patriot, The Sequel," as we would call it
in Hollywood. We are counting on you to star in that
movie. Journalists can insist that they not be used as
publicists by this administration. (Applause.) The
next White House correspondent to be called on by Ari
Fleischer should defer their question to the back of
the room, to the banished journalist du jour.
(Applause.) And any instance of intimidation to free
speech should be battled against. Any acquiescence or
intimidation at this point will only lead to more
intimidation. You have, whether you like it or not, an
awesome responsibility and an awesome power: the fate
of discourse, the health of this republic is in your
hands, whether you write on the left or the right.
This is your time, and the destiny you have chosen.
We lay the continuance of our democracy on your desks,
and count on your pens to be mightier. Millions are
watching and waiting in mute frustration and hope -
hoping for someone to defend the spirit and letter of
our Constitution, and to defy the intimidation that is
visited upon us daily in the name of national security
and warped notions of patriotism.
Our ability to disagree, and our inherent right to
question our leaders and criticize their actions
define who we are. To allow those rights to be taken
away out of fear, to punish people for their beliefs,
to limit access in the news media to differing
opinions is to acknowledge our democracy's defeat.
These are challenging times. There is a wave of hate
that seeks to divide us -- right and left, pro-war and
anti-war. In the name of my 11-year-old nephew, and
all the other unreported victims of this hostile and
unproductive environment of fear, let us try to find
our common ground as a nation. Let us celebrate this
grand and glorious experiment that has survived for
227 years. To do so we must honor and fight vigilantly
for the things that unite us -- like freedom, the
First Amendment and, yes, baseball. (Applause.)
Published on Wednesday, April 16, 2003 by
CommonDreams.org
'A Chill Wind is Blowing in This Nation...'
Transcript of the speech given by actor Tim Robbins to
the National Press Club in Washington, D.C., on April
15, 2003.
TIM ROBBINS: Thank you. And thanks for the invitation.
I had originally been asked here to talk about the war
and our current political situation, but I have
instead chosen to hijack this opportunity and talk
about baseball and show business. (Laughter.) Just
kidding. Sort of.
I can't tell you how moved I have been at the
overwhelming support I have received from newspapers
throughout the country in these past few days. I hold
no illusions that all of these journalists agree with
me on my views against the war. While the journalists'
outrage at the cancellation of our appearance in
Cooperstown is not about my views, it is about my
right to express these views. I am extremely grateful
that there are those of you out there still with a
fierce belief in constitutionally guaranteed rights.
We need you, the press, now more than ever. This is a
crucial moment for all of us.
For all of the ugliness and tragedy of 9-11, there was
a brief period afterward where I held a great hope, in
the midst of the tears and shocked faces of New
Yorkers, in the midst of the lethal air we breathed as
we worked at Ground Zero, in the midst of my
children's terror at being so close to this crime
against humanity, in the midst of all this, I held on
to a glimmer of hope in the naive assumption that
something good could come out of it.
I imagined our leaders seizing upon this moment of
unity in America, this moment when no one wanted to
talk about Democrat versus Republican, white versus
black, or any of the other ridiculous divisions that
dominate our public discourse. I imagined our leaders
going on television telling the citizens that although
we all want to be at Ground Zero, we can't, but there
is work that is needed to be done all over America.
Our help is needed at community centers to tutor
children, to teach them to read. Our work is needed at
old-age homes to visit the lonely and infirmed; in
gutted neighborhoods to rebuild housing and clean up
parks, and convert abandoned lots to baseball fields.
I imagined leadership that would take this incredible
energy, this generosity of spirit and create a new
unity in America born out of the chaos and tragedy of
9/11, a new unity that would send a message to
terrorists everywhere: If you attack us, we will
become stronger, cleaner, better educated, and more
unified. You will strengthen our commitment to justice
and democracy by your inhumane attacks on us. Like a
Phoenix out of the fire, we will be reborn.
And then came the speech: You are either with us or
against us. And the bombing began. And the old
paradigm was restored as our leader encouraged us to
show our patriotism by shopping and by volunteering to
join groups that would turn in their neighbor for any
suspicious behavior.
In the 19 months since 9-11, we have seen our
democracy compromised by fear and hatred. Basic
inalienable rights, due process, the sanctity of the
home have been quickly compromised in a climate of
fear. A unified American public has grown bitterly
divided, and a world population that had profound
sympathy and support for us has grown contemptuous and
distrustful, viewing us as we once viewed the Soviet
Union, as a rogue state.
This past weekend, Susan and I and the three kids went
to Florida for a family reunion of sorts. Amidst the
alcohol and the dancing, sugar-rushing children, there
was, of course, talk of the war. And the most
frightening thing about the weekend was the amount of
times we were thanked for speaking out against the war
because that individual speaking thought it unsafe to
do so in their own community, in their own life. Keep
talking, they said; I haven't been able to open my
mouth.
A relative tells me that a history teacher tells his
11-year-old son, my nephew, that Susan Sarandon is
endangering the troops by her opposition to the war.
Another teacher in a different school asks our niece
if we are coming to the school play. They're not
welcome here, said the molder of young minds.
Another relative tells me of a school board decision
to cancel a civics event that was proposing to have a
moment of silence for those who have died in the war
because the students were including dead Iraqi
civilians in their silent prayer.
A teacher in another nephew's school is fired for
wearing a T- shirt with a peace sign on it. And a
friend of the family tells of listening to the radio
down South as the talk radio host calls for the murder
of a prominent anti-war activist. Death threats have
appeared on other prominent anti-war activists'
doorsteps for their views. Relatives of ours have
received threatening e-mails and phone calls. And my
13-year-old boy, who has done nothing to anybody, has
recently been embarrassed and humiliated by a sadistic
creep who writes -- or, rather, scratches his column
with his fingernails in dirt.
Susan and I have been listed as traitors, as
supporters of Saddam, and various other epithets by
the Aussie gossip rags masquerading as newspapers, and
by their fair and balanced electronic media cousins,
19th Century Fox. (Laughter.) Apologies to Gore Vidal.
(Applause.)
Two weeks ago, the United Way canceled Susan's
appearance at a conference on women's leadership. And
both of us last week were told that both we and the
First Amendment were not welcome at the Baseball Hall
of Fame.
A famous middle-aged rock-and-roller called me last
week to thank me for speaking out against the war,
only to go on to tell me that he could not speak
himself because he fears repercussions from Clear
Channel. "They promote our concert appearances," he
said. "They own most of the stations that play our
music. I can't come out against this war."
And here in Washington, Helen Thomas finds herself
banished to the back of the room and uncalled on after
asking Ari Fleischer whether our showing prisoners of
war at Guantanamo Bay on television violated the
Geneva Convention.
A chill wind is blowing in this nation. A message is
being sent through the White House and its allies in
talk radio and Clear Channel and Cooperstown. If you
oppose this administration, there can and will be
ramifications.
Every day, the air waves are filled with warnings,
veiled and unveiled threats, spewed invective and
hatred directed at any voice of dissent. And the
public, like so many relatives and friends that I saw
this weekend, sit in mute opposition and fear.
I am sick of hearing about Hollywood being against
this war. Hollywood's heavy hitters, the real power
brokers and cover-of-the- magazine stars, have been
largely silent on this issue. But Hollywood, the
concept, has always been a popular target.
I remember when the Columbine High School shootings
happened. President Clinton criticized Hollywood for
contributing to this terrible tragedy -- this, as we
were dropping bombs over Kosovo. Could the violent
actions of our leaders contribute somewhat to the
violent fantasies of our teenagers? Or is it all just
Hollywood and rock and roll?
I remember reading at the time that one of the
shooters had tried to enlist to fight the real war a
week before he acted out his war in real life at
Columbine. I talked about this in the press at the
time. And curiously, no one accused me of being
unpatriotic for criticizing Clinton. In fact, the same
radio patriots that call us traitors today engaged in
daily personal attacks on their president during the
war in Kosovo.
Today, prominent politicians who have decried violence
in movies -- the "Blame Hollywooders," if you will --
recently voted to give our current president the power
to unleash real violence in our current war. They want
us to stop the fictional violence but are okay with
the real kind.
And these same people that tolerate the real violence
of war don't want to see the result of it on the
nightly news. Unlike the rest of the world, our news
coverage of this war remains sanitized, without a
glimpse of the blood and gore inflicted upon our
soldiers or the women and children in Iraq. Violence
as a concept, an abstraction -- it's very strange.
As we applaud the hard-edged realism of the opening
battle scene of "Saving Private Ryan," we cringe at
the thought of seeing the same on the nightly news. We
are told it would be pornographic. We want no part of
reality in real life. We demand that war be
painstakingly realized on the screen, but that war
remain imagined and conceptualized in real life.
And in the midst of all this madness, where is the
political opposition? Where have all the Democrats
gone? Long time passing, long time ago. (Applause.)
With apologies to Robert Byrd, I have to say it is
pretty embarrassing to live in a country where a
five-foot- one comedian has more guts than most
politicians. (Applause.) We need leaders, not
pragmatists that cower before the spin zones of former
entertainment journalists. We need leaders who can
understand the Constitution, congressman who don't in
a moment of fear abdicate their most important power,
the right to declare war to the executive branch. And,
please, can we please stop the congressional sing-a-
longs? (Laughter.)
In this time when a citizenry applauds the liberation
of a country as it lives in fear of its own freedom,
when an administration official releases an attack ad
questioning the patriotism of a legless Vietnam
veteran running for Congress, when people all over the
country fear reprisal if they use their right to free
speech, it is time to get angry. It is time to get
fierce. And it doesn't take much to shift the tide. My
11-year-old nephew, mentioned earlier, a shy kid who
never talks in class, stood up to his history teacher
who was questioning Susan's patriotism. "That's my
aunt you're talking about. Stop it." And the stunned
teacher backtracks and began stammering compliments in
embarrassment.
Sportswriters across the country reacted with such
overwhelming fury at the Hall of Fame that the
president of the Hall admitted he made a mistake and
Major League Baseball disavowed any connection to the
actions of the Hall's president. A bully can be
stopped, and so can a mob. It takes one person with
the courage and a resolute voice.
The journalists in this country can battle back at
those who would rewrite our Constitution in Patriot
Act II, or "Patriot, The Sequel," as we would call it
in Hollywood. We are counting on you to star in that
movie. Journalists can insist that they not be used as
publicists by this administration. (Applause.) The
next White House correspondent to be called on by Ari
Fleischer should defer their question to the back of
the room, to the banished journalist du jour.
(Applause.) And any instance of intimidation to free
speech should be battled against. Any acquiescence or
intimidation at this point will only lead to more
intimidation. You have, whether you like it or not, an
awesome responsibility and an awesome power: the fate
of discourse, the health of this republic is in your
hands, whether you write on the left or the right.
This is your time, and the destiny you have chosen.
We lay the continuance of our democracy on your desks,
and count on your pens to be mightier. Millions are
watching and waiting in mute frustration and hope -
hoping for someone to defend the spirit and letter of
our Constitution, and to defy the intimidation that is
visited upon us daily in the name of national security
and warped notions of patriotism.
Our ability to disagree, and our inherent right to
question our leaders and criticize their actions
define who we are. To allow those rights to be taken
away out of fear, to punish people for their beliefs,
to limit access in the news media to differing
opinions is to acknowledge our democracy's defeat.
These are challenging times. There is a wave of hate
that seeks to divide us -- right and left, pro-war and
anti-war. In the name of my 11-year-old nephew, and
all the other unreported victims of this hostile and
unproductive environment of fear, let us try to find
our common ground as a nation. Let us celebrate this
grand and glorious experiment that has survived for
227 years. To do so we must honor and fight vigilantly
for the things that unite us -- like freedom, the
First Amendment and, yes, baseball. (Applause.)
to follow that last note
To whom it may concern
So I woke up early as shit for 2 reasons, 1 i gotta work from 10:30 till 8 so obviously some coffee was in order. The second and only decided upon after I woke (shower thoughts) I should write a friend an e mail since i probably wont get to talk to him till monday and the matter is concerning. Heavy letters at 9:22, is that a proper undertaking? Im not really sure and i dont want to fuck this one up.
So maybe monday, a call, more coffee.
Publicly stated intentions of would be interventions, for now suspensions of deep thought and of matters concerning...
To whom it may concern
So I woke up early as shit for 2 reasons, 1 i gotta work from 10:30 till 8 so obviously some coffee was in order. The second and only decided upon after I woke (shower thoughts) I should write a friend an e mail since i probably wont get to talk to him till monday and the matter is concerning. Heavy letters at 9:22, is that a proper undertaking? Im not really sure and i dont want to fuck this one up.
So maybe monday, a call, more coffee.
Publicly stated intentions of would be interventions, for now suspensions of deep thought and of matters concerning...
Friday, April 18, 2003
for mat J
hopefully this sounds familiar ~ the weakerthans
"We emerged from youth all wide-eyed like the rest. Shedding skin faster than skin can grow, and armed with hammers, feathers, blunt knives: words, to meet and to define and to... but you must know the same games that we played in dirt, in dusty school yards has found a higher pitch and broader scale than we feared possible, and someone must be picked last, and one must bruise and one must fail. And that still twitching bird was so deceived by a window, so we eulogized fondly, we dug deep and threw its elegant plumage and frantic black eyes in a hole, and rushed out to kill something new, so we could bury that too.
The first chapters of lives almost made us give up altogether. Pushed towards tired forms of self immolation that seemed so original. I must, we must never stop watching the sky with our hands in our pockets, stop peering in windows when we know doors are shut. Stop yelling small stories and bad jokes and sorrows, and my voice will scratch to yell many more, but before I spill the things I mean to hide away, or gouge my eyes with platitudes of sentiment, I'll drown the urge for permanence and certainty; crouch down and scrawl my name with yours in wet cement."
hopefully this sounds familiar ~ the weakerthans
"We emerged from youth all wide-eyed like the rest. Shedding skin faster than skin can grow, and armed with hammers, feathers, blunt knives: words, to meet and to define and to... but you must know the same games that we played in dirt, in dusty school yards has found a higher pitch and broader scale than we feared possible, and someone must be picked last, and one must bruise and one must fail. And that still twitching bird was so deceived by a window, so we eulogized fondly, we dug deep and threw its elegant plumage and frantic black eyes in a hole, and rushed out to kill something new, so we could bury that too.
The first chapters of lives almost made us give up altogether. Pushed towards tired forms of self immolation that seemed so original. I must, we must never stop watching the sky with our hands in our pockets, stop peering in windows when we know doors are shut. Stop yelling small stories and bad jokes and sorrows, and my voice will scratch to yell many more, but before I spill the things I mean to hide away, or gouge my eyes with platitudes of sentiment, I'll drown the urge for permanence and certainty; crouch down and scrawl my name with yours in wet cement."
Wednesday, April 16, 2003
with plenty of friends with suvs (cuz really doesnt everyone need one!!!)
Hmm I bet they make mad cash off the kids who buy the stickers though
Hmm I bet they make mad cash off the kids who buy the stickers though
i had some great lines tonight in a chatroom.
I will now try to recreate them
(other dude to another person, not me) jesus is standing at the door, will you make the choice to let him in?
(me) yah jesus is like "yo im outside and its raining, let my ass in"
then there was silence for a sec maybe cuz they were thinking maybe cuz i said "ass" and jesus in the same sentence.
so i finished it with
(me) ass as in donkey
(me) cuz jesus likes donkeys
oh the hilarity!!!!!!
also i apparently helped a woman get back on her feet. so thats cool good deed of the day and such
I will now try to recreate them
(other dude to another person, not me) jesus is standing at the door, will you make the choice to let him in?
(me) yah jesus is like "yo im outside and its raining, let my ass in"
then there was silence for a sec maybe cuz they were thinking maybe cuz i said "ass" and jesus in the same sentence.
so i finished it with
(me) ass as in donkey
(me) cuz jesus likes donkeys
oh the hilarity!!!!!!
also i apparently helped a woman get back on her feet. so thats cool good deed of the day and such
Tuesday, April 15, 2003
Well a person can work up a mean mean thirst
dude whoever is rocken out at the chartermi.net and coms here quite often u should stop that.
not that i dont appreciate it i mean it makes me feel like a champion but the truth is that one: i aint so entertainging and 2: i may post often but it aint worth stopping by for every lil tidbit.
Hmm second i dont understand how any jam band type person isnt into yanni. have u heard live at the acropolis es muy excellente.
(my guess is after that yanni comment chartermi wont be back for at least 3 days)
and on top of that, cannon in d fucken beauty
i been watching too much history channel lately, i wish professional nerd was a job, not like paper writing nerd moe like couch potato nerd, cuz i would rock out like mad style.
also my brother steve also admitted to loving brad pitt today and we are pretty different so either its a family thing or everyone loves brad pitt.
"sorry to shit all over the place dude."
"Dude, its ok."
dude whoever is rocken out at the chartermi.net and coms here quite often u should stop that.
not that i dont appreciate it i mean it makes me feel like a champion but the truth is that one: i aint so entertainging and 2: i may post often but it aint worth stopping by for every lil tidbit.
Hmm second i dont understand how any jam band type person isnt into yanni. have u heard live at the acropolis es muy excellente.
(my guess is after that yanni comment chartermi wont be back for at least 3 days)
and on top of that, cannon in d fucken beauty
i been watching too much history channel lately, i wish professional nerd was a job, not like paper writing nerd moe like couch potato nerd, cuz i would rock out like mad style.
also my brother steve also admitted to loving brad pitt today and we are pretty different so either its a family thing or everyone loves brad pitt.
"sorry to shit all over the place dude."
"Dude, its ok."
Sunday, April 13, 2003
(i told myself i wouldnt post today)
"White riot - I wanna riot
White riot - a riot of my own
White riot - I wanna riot
White riot - a riot of my own" ~the clash
Gophers, victory, dinky town, flaming cars dumpsters paper stands, one looted beverage store, broken signs and street lights, glass, riot gear, drunken collegiates, pot smoke and tear gas, mace, large wooden beat down sticks, crowds, obstructed traffic, Sid Danny Elizabeth and I.
"White riot - I wanna riot
White riot - a riot of my own
White riot - I wanna riot
White riot - a riot of my own" ~the clash
Gophers, victory, dinky town, flaming cars dumpsters paper stands, one looted beverage store, broken signs and street lights, glass, riot gear, drunken collegiates, pot smoke and tear gas, mace, large wooden beat down sticks, crowds, obstructed traffic, Sid Danny Elizabeth and I.
Friday, April 11, 2003
Pressed into tragedy
exacting ransoms in their entirety
throw off shackles why? I'm weary
lost in my idol
call it complacity
Pressed and pressed and pressed again, papers suppressed and thoughts revoked, breathes and coughs and coughs and chokes, the air was hot I don't remember when.
Find you pen and write it down three parts to depart with ink and blood fill it's void, it's fantasy
slip back to complacity
Slide she said in un done tone, find your thoughts and dreams to roam
slide in fact and slide again slide in dreams where feathers bend, slide your days until the phone, wake to dream you were alone. Slightly off and slightly free slightly less of you and me, slightly gone, still eyes are free, rest me there complacity.
The needle in the needle out, freak and fold, hung up on poles. Sun in warmth with strides to high, crying, our unearthed foundation.
Famine feasts and finds us fasting nearing on the everlasting, verge of heaven, maybe insanity
shedding our complacity.
Lay me down, while splatters and trickles, reach the sides the forth drawn sickle
lay me down in beds of clay, mold me, sculpt but find a way
to reach through walls millennia old
draw me back into the fold
lay to find in trance and beat, cast off complacity to be complete.
exacting ransoms in their entirety
throw off shackles why? I'm weary
lost in my idol
call it complacity
Pressed and pressed and pressed again, papers suppressed and thoughts revoked, breathes and coughs and coughs and chokes, the air was hot I don't remember when.
Find you pen and write it down three parts to depart with ink and blood fill it's void, it's fantasy
slip back to complacity
Slide she said in un done tone, find your thoughts and dreams to roam
slide in fact and slide again slide in dreams where feathers bend, slide your days until the phone, wake to dream you were alone. Slightly off and slightly free slightly less of you and me, slightly gone, still eyes are free, rest me there complacity.
The needle in the needle out, freak and fold, hung up on poles. Sun in warmth with strides to high, crying, our unearthed foundation.
Famine feasts and finds us fasting nearing on the everlasting, verge of heaven, maybe insanity
shedding our complacity.
Lay me down, while splatters and trickles, reach the sides the forth drawn sickle
lay me down in beds of clay, mold me, sculpt but find a way
to reach through walls millennia old
draw me back into the fold
lay to find in trance and beat, cast off complacity to be complete.
Thursday, April 10, 2003
(cuz i been rapping this lately to myself)
The proper use of an english class (to not do the assignment and write rap songs with the other singer in your band (HUNG)) oh yeah.
Circle entities leave me feeling left out
out of time out of rhyme with no feelings of sublime
why when caring gets involved are the walls brought up and who complains in the rain if the suns still out?
Artistically challenged brought to the form and formality
constantly waiting for a new surface reality
ever emerging, the Earth and the sorrow it bred
ever submerging new thoughts in my head
uplifting the guilt I've been shifting and fitting it into the next womb
who's next to be consumed
ripped through, but danced with
please interact with those feelings you've displaced you brought them to this place
showed them with your face
its aggressiveness formed from the shape of your brow
and the flared nostrils still wondering how?
get rid of it you don't need but still repeat it end up once again with everyone gettin cheated and you ask how to beat it?
I already told you once why much I always say things twice?
don't you think a single moment of pure truth should suffice?
but in the end I'm not representing nothin but vice
so I say it with forgiveness and the roll of some new dice
Circle entities leave me feeling left out
out of time out of rhyme with no feelings of sublime
why when caring gets involved are the walls brought up and who complains in the rain if the suns still out?
I got my cloud my chair but my air is still missing
still waiting for breath and some life to be kissing
like the girl in the dream that I had last night
she was strange and deranged but left me feeling so light
my heart heavy with thought as I search and wonder
mind displaying and betraying all the secrets I ponder
my deliberations in the morning will be of life and reward
instead of reality, a life I cant afford
not that I couldn't get it, I mean I could If I tried, and I would if I thought these gentle visions were really such a bad ride,
like the truth in your eye, shows you know I never lied, until the day I came to you for help and got denied.
still
Circle entities leave me feeling left out
out of time out of rhyme with no feelings of sublime
why when caring gets involved are the walls brought up and who complains in the rain if the suns still out?
I been dancing round in my head for a day and three nights
dissecting and rejecting looking for the cause of these fights
the flights from reality, my mind just one fatality, not worried bout punctuality, the truth in its totality
Is what I got to find when I do I'll bind it to my brain
all these fools looking at me askin "is he insane?
does he pick a lane, or swerve from left to right?" tryin to do it all mindful of police and stop lights.
stoppin school yard fights, up all night in search of new heights,
picked on by big dogs with loud barks and harsh bites,
Could I be the one in the alley shootin smack?
more likely the shy and sober one standin in the back
thats the way I play cuz all around me
got the pale imaginations of a crazy monkey,
always seems to be one guy who's convinced im a junky
sorry to disappoint I'm just a bored student flunky.
Circle entities leave me feeling left out
out of time out of rhyme with no feelings of sublime
why when caring gets involved are the walls brought up and who complains in the rain if the suns still out?
The proper use of an english class (to not do the assignment and write rap songs with the other singer in your band (HUNG)) oh yeah.
Circle entities leave me feeling left out
out of time out of rhyme with no feelings of sublime
why when caring gets involved are the walls brought up and who complains in the rain if the suns still out?
Artistically challenged brought to the form and formality
constantly waiting for a new surface reality
ever emerging, the Earth and the sorrow it bred
ever submerging new thoughts in my head
uplifting the guilt I've been shifting and fitting it into the next womb
who's next to be consumed
ripped through, but danced with
please interact with those feelings you've displaced you brought them to this place
showed them with your face
its aggressiveness formed from the shape of your brow
and the flared nostrils still wondering how?
get rid of it you don't need but still repeat it end up once again with everyone gettin cheated and you ask how to beat it?
I already told you once why much I always say things twice?
don't you think a single moment of pure truth should suffice?
but in the end I'm not representing nothin but vice
so I say it with forgiveness and the roll of some new dice
Circle entities leave me feeling left out
out of time out of rhyme with no feelings of sublime
why when caring gets involved are the walls brought up and who complains in the rain if the suns still out?
I got my cloud my chair but my air is still missing
still waiting for breath and some life to be kissing
like the girl in the dream that I had last night
she was strange and deranged but left me feeling so light
my heart heavy with thought as I search and wonder
mind displaying and betraying all the secrets I ponder
my deliberations in the morning will be of life and reward
instead of reality, a life I cant afford
not that I couldn't get it, I mean I could If I tried, and I would if I thought these gentle visions were really such a bad ride,
like the truth in your eye, shows you know I never lied, until the day I came to you for help and got denied.
still
Circle entities leave me feeling left out
out of time out of rhyme with no feelings of sublime
why when caring gets involved are the walls brought up and who complains in the rain if the suns still out?
I been dancing round in my head for a day and three nights
dissecting and rejecting looking for the cause of these fights
the flights from reality, my mind just one fatality, not worried bout punctuality, the truth in its totality
Is what I got to find when I do I'll bind it to my brain
all these fools looking at me askin "is he insane?
does he pick a lane, or swerve from left to right?" tryin to do it all mindful of police and stop lights.
stoppin school yard fights, up all night in search of new heights,
picked on by big dogs with loud barks and harsh bites,
Could I be the one in the alley shootin smack?
more likely the shy and sober one standin in the back
thats the way I play cuz all around me
got the pale imaginations of a crazy monkey,
always seems to be one guy who's convinced im a junky
sorry to disappoint I'm just a bored student flunky.
Circle entities leave me feeling left out
out of time out of rhyme with no feelings of sublime
why when caring gets involved are the walls brought up and who complains in the rain if the suns still out?
things brought to u by the number 2 + 2
Uno: I get to eat all the candy I want at my new job, first off on this note, im trying to lose weight not gain it but second I could easily put this place out of business by myself.
dos: my mom finds it extremely funny that when she gets her name changed (marriage) and they move in, mail will come to the reverends stevensen's, as in dos revs stevensens.
tres: Grant my mom's fiance is mucho proud of the fact that certain republican pastors at the Lutheran seminary in St. Paul petitioned against his (major) role in the service for the not yet dead of this war. He plans to buy a frame at target.
Chris (my future step brother) says "not really" to my want to say anything question.
Uno: I get to eat all the candy I want at my new job, first off on this note, im trying to lose weight not gain it but second I could easily put this place out of business by myself.
dos: my mom finds it extremely funny that when she gets her name changed (marriage) and they move in, mail will come to the reverends stevensen's, as in dos revs stevensens.
tres: Grant my mom's fiance is mucho proud of the fact that certain republican pastors at the Lutheran seminary in St. Paul petitioned against his (major) role in the service for the not yet dead of this war. He plans to buy a frame at target.
Chris (my future step brother) says "not really" to my want to say anything question.
Update on that dressing up looking nice thing
I look like a bozo
as you may or may not be able to tell by the fact I have posted three times in the last like half hour, im sort of nervous.
A couple days ago my mom offered to pay me to cut my hair for her wedding. "I want it to look nice" she said sort of whining.
"it should be long enough to tie back by then."
"ugggghhh" ~my mother
Yesterday she said she wanted me to work 40 hours a week.
I understand some of yall out there probably do that.
But lets be honest, do i seem like a 40 hour a week guy?
35 max
I look like a bozo
as you may or may not be able to tell by the fact I have posted three times in the last like half hour, im sort of nervous.
A couple days ago my mom offered to pay me to cut my hair for her wedding. "I want it to look nice" she said sort of whining.
"it should be long enough to tie back by then."
"ugggghhh" ~my mother
Yesterday she said she wanted me to work 40 hours a week.
I understand some of yall out there probably do that.
But lets be honest, do i seem like a 40 hour a week guy?
35 max
I just got an e mail that said QUIT SMOKING NOW!!
Well I dont know how they knew, but I guess since they do I should probably follow their orders, so from now on whenever I say I'm gonna smoke crack I need you guys to tell me "no mike!"
This may be a trying time so I'm sorry if I seem a bit stressed.
and if I pick up a bad habit like I dunno meth for instance, I'm sorry I let you down but most of all I'm sorry I let you down.
Well I dont know how they knew, but I guess since they do I should probably follow their orders, so from now on whenever I say I'm gonna smoke crack I need you guys to tell me "no mike!"
This may be a trying time so I'm sorry if I seem a bit stressed.
and if I pick up a bad habit like I dunno meth for instance, I'm sorry I let you down but most of all I'm sorry I let you down.
So after doing up my hair all fancy last night I asked my lil brother Steve if it looked OK,
I said "Steve does this look OK?"
He said "well um what's it supposed to look like?"
Now this is the about the normal level of reassurance one can expect from a brother however it wasn't very reassuring.
However just moments later he was saying something like "I'm gonna shave my head every other day from now on."
So I figure its muy bien.
I said "Steve does this look OK?"
He said "well um what's it supposed to look like?"
Now this is the about the normal level of reassurance one can expect from a brother however it wasn't very reassuring.
However just moments later he was saying something like "I'm gonna shave my head every other day from now on."
So I figure its muy bien.
Wednesday, April 09, 2003
yo to the vegan readers how do yall feel about silk?
just wondering i was thinking it was kinda gross in the same way as all the other stuff we do, but i was reading into it and first off the moths are no longer wild creatures, second most of em cant fly anymore because of breeding and third, they die in a day or two after hatching anyway so the industry is keeping the species alive. vegan society-- silk production
just wondering i was thinking it was kinda gross in the same way as all the other stuff we do, but i was reading into it and first off the moths are no longer wild creatures, second most of em cant fly anymore because of breeding and third, they die in a day or two after hatching anyway so the industry is keeping the species alive. vegan society-- silk production
For seconds, i'd like a plate full of sliced fruit
i mean not that i dont want to see this shit too, but really isnt it a little convenient that the peoples they show cheering on the news come from the most discriminated sections of iraq? no shit the kurds are happy until the turks come in next week. Yes the people in saddam city are gonna be cheering cuz they aint got shit from the iraqi government since the damn thing started. But chances are you aint gonna see the people in the al-Mansour neighborhood cheering for a few more weeks when a hundred thousand saddam city folks move in (The poor people will go squat in the rich houses when they are vacant, there for u will see the same folks cheering again, cuz they just moved up a step or two in the materialistic sense of life)
Im glad the people are getting "liberated" no one in my house likes saddam but im still saying we didnt need the high fucken casualty count
i mean not that i dont want to see this shit too, but really isnt it a little convenient that the peoples they show cheering on the news come from the most discriminated sections of iraq? no shit the kurds are happy until the turks come in next week. Yes the people in saddam city are gonna be cheering cuz they aint got shit from the iraqi government since the damn thing started. But chances are you aint gonna see the people in the al-Mansour neighborhood cheering for a few more weeks when a hundred thousand saddam city folks move in (The poor people will go squat in the rich houses when they are vacant, there for u will see the same folks cheering again, cuz they just moved up a step or two in the materialistic sense of life)
Im glad the people are getting "liberated" no one in my house likes saddam but im still saying we didnt need the high fucken casualty count
really someone tell me for serious yo, why is it that tobacco companies arent supposed to advertise to kids but the us army can?
and on a side note to that question, why cant a 18 yr old drink if he can vote kill (for the army) and be tried as an adult?
not that i want all yall fuckers drinking im just saying u need to get ur asses up off the damn sofa and vote this shit to the fucken curb yo. that goes for your favorite little herb too.
You really think the adults who would keep u from getting this shit are voting in record numbers? na were just to damn apathetic to try anything.
my 2 cents after watching 10 mins of news, 5 mins of music videos and 2 mins of commercials. Back to you bob.
and on a side note to that question, why cant a 18 yr old drink if he can vote kill (for the army) and be tried as an adult?
not that i want all yall fuckers drinking im just saying u need to get ur asses up off the damn sofa and vote this shit to the fucken curb yo. that goes for your favorite little herb too.
You really think the adults who would keep u from getting this shit are voting in record numbers? na were just to damn apathetic to try anything.
my 2 cents after watching 10 mins of news, 5 mins of music videos and 2 mins of commercials. Back to you bob.
I need to stop preaching and teaching it aint my job.
always telling cats what to do and how to say. and sure sometimes they ask but really they aint asking and it makes me feel nice to go tell it on the mountain u know so i take advantage and spiel forth public goo.
but alas it will continue cuz its what i do. but yall should say once in a while "mike, shut the fuck up. we all know what u saying we sick of hearing u blab blab blabbin. ur jibber jabber though sometimes funny and insightful is mostly just deluded nonsense. we are smarted than you, dont u forget it!" ~you
yes thats what u should do.
Ryan im gonna make a public apology for always blabbing on ur site, in uno minuto.
always telling cats what to do and how to say. and sure sometimes they ask but really they aint asking and it makes me feel nice to go tell it on the mountain u know so i take advantage and spiel forth public goo.
but alas it will continue cuz its what i do. but yall should say once in a while "mike, shut the fuck up. we all know what u saying we sick of hearing u blab blab blabbin. ur jibber jabber though sometimes funny and insightful is mostly just deluded nonsense. we are smarted than you, dont u forget it!" ~you
yes thats what u should do.
Ryan im gonna make a public apology for always blabbing on ur site, in uno minuto.
Tuesday, April 08, 2003
Monday, April 07, 2003
also im worried i dont see half my friends enough. this girl ive known for a while like a friend of a friend recently said another friend of hers runs her relationships by quantity not quality (basically she was trying to say the girl has a million friends and never spends time with any of them) im worried im getting that way. I have like 5 people im sposed to call per night, like i was spose to have called natasha tonight but then i had to work and since illy and aimee visited me at work it seemed kind of rude to say "no i cant go chill with u for an hour"
but it really sucks cuz like i like all my friends i want to spend time with em. (none of the ones in town read this so its ok) but like i want to go do something with fairchild or jenny e but first off i aint got nothing to do and second i never know when to call em. and like they all got work or school and they all got their own lives and i dont really feel like im part of their lives but they all say "call me" and i want to. also and i hate to say it but i do need my alone time i gotta chill and be a nerd by myself sometimes. arrrgghhhh its sad cuz some people would see this as me complaining that i have too many friends and technically they'd be right (im noticing this as i keep writing) but that aint what im trying to do i just feel really bad for not being a good friend and its getting to me.
but it really sucks cuz like i like all my friends i want to spend time with em. (none of the ones in town read this so its ok) but like i want to go do something with fairchild or jenny e but first off i aint got nothing to do and second i never know when to call em. and like they all got work or school and they all got their own lives and i dont really feel like im part of their lives but they all say "call me" and i want to. also and i hate to say it but i do need my alone time i gotta chill and be a nerd by myself sometimes. arrrgghhhh its sad cuz some people would see this as me complaining that i have too many friends and technically they'd be right (im noticing this as i keep writing) but that aint what im trying to do i just feel really bad for not being a good friend and its getting to me.
and this is gonna be one of those straight up bio posts: as in "this was my day."
Nick woke me up, thats little nick, not my boss, and said "i got lots of homework, u should work for me tonight" and I said fine. So i struggled to get ready though it was 3:00 pm and i had to work at 4:30 but i was up till 7:00 this morning playing computer games like a nerd (something i have been getting back into) so i figure it was ok for me to be sleepy despite the hour. At the mall, my boss greeted me and said it was dead and we talked about my new job options as in im probably gonna be working at the candy shop across from my work for the next few months, and that will be swell cuz i owe my mom like 500 bucks for car insurance and thats just for 6 months. Anyway then I started a working and oh boy was it fun (sarcasm applied) cuz it was slow, but there was one good thing, the damn easter bunny is set up across from us and today there was a youthful bunny. A youthful and flirtatious bunny, dancing and prancing and waving and miming all sorts of conversations. picking up little kids, playing hide and seek. Anyway it was entertaining, and she liked me.
Several cats i knew stopped by not necessarily for me, since nick was supposed to be working. Anyway after work i got some fast food cuz i was starving and then lauren and illy and aimee drove me around in their earth killer mobiles and they drank and smoked and i ate french fries.
Now im trying to convince pete to smooth over relations with aimee cuz they been a squabbling.
and i'll be honest i actually did spell check this and just ignored a lot of what they told me to do so ha
Nick woke me up, thats little nick, not my boss, and said "i got lots of homework, u should work for me tonight" and I said fine. So i struggled to get ready though it was 3:00 pm and i had to work at 4:30 but i was up till 7:00 this morning playing computer games like a nerd (something i have been getting back into) so i figure it was ok for me to be sleepy despite the hour. At the mall, my boss greeted me and said it was dead and we talked about my new job options as in im probably gonna be working at the candy shop across from my work for the next few months, and that will be swell cuz i owe my mom like 500 bucks for car insurance and thats just for 6 months. Anyway then I started a working and oh boy was it fun (sarcasm applied) cuz it was slow, but there was one good thing, the damn easter bunny is set up across from us and today there was a youthful bunny. A youthful and flirtatious bunny, dancing and prancing and waving and miming all sorts of conversations. picking up little kids, playing hide and seek. Anyway it was entertaining, and she liked me.
Several cats i knew stopped by not necessarily for me, since nick was supposed to be working. Anyway after work i got some fast food cuz i was starving and then lauren and illy and aimee drove me around in their earth killer mobiles and they drank and smoked and i ate french fries.
Now im trying to convince pete to smooth over relations with aimee cuz they been a squabbling.
and i'll be honest i actually did spell check this and just ignored a lot of what they told me to do so ha
Saturday, April 05, 2003
Tim those under water cameras say outdoor only for a reason.
sorry no party or montreal pics
25th hour is an interesting movie spike lee dont let a brother down
Natasha is a funny girl, she goes "so you should call me"
I say "like when in a few days or next week?"
"oh whenever, im pretty clear for the next few days."
"so i should call u in the next few days?"
"na, i have sat free, sunday free, monday..."
"so i should call you in the next few days?"
"sure."
and then we said goodbyes.
hmm it occured to me the other day that i have very few pictures of my friends, other then yearbooks.
I need a camera (i have 3 i dont use) and some money to develop (even though i got a friend on the inside)
yep im lazy but i do love ur smilin faces
sorry no party or montreal pics
25th hour is an interesting movie spike lee dont let a brother down
Natasha is a funny girl, she goes "so you should call me"
I say "like when in a few days or next week?"
"oh whenever, im pretty clear for the next few days."
"so i should call u in the next few days?"
"na, i have sat free, sunday free, monday..."
"so i should call you in the next few days?"
"sure."
and then we said goodbyes.
hmm it occured to me the other day that i have very few pictures of my friends, other then yearbooks.
I need a camera (i have 3 i dont use) and some money to develop (even though i got a friend on the inside)
yep im lazy but i do love ur smilin faces
Friday, April 04, 2003
"Last chance for owner to claim ring
The St. Louis Park Police Department has a men’s 14-carat gold ring that was found Nov. 4, 2001, along 39th Street and Lynn Avenue in St. Louis Park. Engraved on the ring are the initials “D.S.K. to G.P.B.” The owner of the ring needs to provide the date engraved on the ring to police.
Information: 952-924-2612 (Sgt. John Geible). " sun baby sun
whoever said the slp police dont do no good yall
Come on guys that ring could be yours! all you have to do is guess the lucky date.
hmm pete pretty much came up with this but for future reference, if u hear him or I refer to a "penis friend" that just means a friend who is male. If ur hear either of us refer to a "vagina friend" that simply means a friend who is female.
That should clear up any confusion. (lets see if this gets censored)
That should clear up any confusion. (lets see if this gets censored)
Thursday, April 03, 2003
When I was in Paris, 3 French kids played covers and originals on acoustic guitars underneath the moonlight and the Notre Dam cathedral.
One of these tunes was "La Bamba" a classic. The 2 Italian kids we were with (both of whom were really cool and the chica mad hot) sang along. The rest of us, a sorry group of americans, canadians and australians struggled to remember the words but wanted so badly to be part of that wonderful chorus. Later that night I decided I would learn that song (and several others) cuz I owed it to the world and myself. So the next time u here it. remember these words.
Thats the richie valens version me thinks enjoy.
One of these tunes was "La Bamba" a classic. The 2 Italian kids we were with (both of whom were really cool and the chica mad hot) sang along. The rest of us, a sorry group of americans, canadians and australians struggled to remember the words but wanted so badly to be part of that wonderful chorus. Later that night I decided I would learn that song (and several others) cuz I owed it to the world and myself. So the next time u here it. remember these words.
Thats the richie valens version me thinks enjoy.
Wednesday, April 02, 2003
Tuesday, April 01, 2003
Hello again dear, well i have 15 mins so why not post since blogger has kept me out for a bit.
3 links from special people.
Godspeed You Black Emperor!'s call to peace (curtesy of tim)
Strongbad curtesy of pete
Matt curtesy of oh wait i guess just 2 special people, cuz this one is from me in repercussion or something. I havent seen matt in a long time. He likes smilin liar or liked anyway, i know a guy in that band. I should have thought out an intro before introducing eh?
Anyway look for them on the side in the future. Not right now though cuz i gotta go.
And now for more bad shit coming from me to you curtesy of the number 2
and batman's underpants
Estrange
To top it all off I've got a book of screws, not books of mechanical parts, drivers, hammers or wrenches, though I spose some of these have been real driven, or pounded and in this last case certainly a wrench in the works of what he once thought natural. But isn't it natural, isn't it? Was it not meant to be biologically?
Repeated thoughts of disaster, confused and enraged,
at once in doubt of every thing taken for granted, every molecule's existence. You can wind your way down that alley my friend, but be weary of where it takes you.
3 links from special people.
Godspeed You Black Emperor!'s call to peace (curtesy of tim)
Strongbad curtesy of pete
Matt curtesy of oh wait i guess just 2 special people, cuz this one is from me in repercussion or something. I havent seen matt in a long time. He likes smilin liar or liked anyway, i know a guy in that band. I should have thought out an intro before introducing eh?
Anyway look for them on the side in the future. Not right now though cuz i gotta go.
And now for more bad shit coming from me to you curtesy of the number 2
and batman's underpants
Estrange
To top it all off I've got a book of screws, not books of mechanical parts, drivers, hammers or wrenches, though I spose some of these have been real driven, or pounded and in this last case certainly a wrench in the works of what he once thought natural. But isn't it natural, isn't it? Was it not meant to be biologically?
Repeated thoughts of disaster, confused and enraged,
at once in doubt of every thing taken for granted, every molecule's existence. You can wind your way down that alley my friend, but be weary of where it takes you.
