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[Apr. 25th, 2007|11:55 pm] |
Recognized advantages,
Viral fetus form!
Whipped in hell,
Hidden shell.
Watch them storm!
Never mind the hypocrites,
Twist their hides away!
Striped old belle,
One tough sell.
Make them pay!
MAKE THEM PAY!!!
Traumatized, so blitzed and fried,
Lost in the ozone!
Blood clot cell,
Don't ever tell.
Brains of stone!
Fuck 'em all, just be yourself,
Sane as you might be!
So you fell
Don't you dwell
Watch then flee |
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| HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA |
[Jan. 15th, 2006|03:24 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  crazy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Boyd Rice - I'd Rather Be Your Enemy | ] |
The fist comes down,
Pounding the ground,
Broken nose, broken ribs,
Scattered, bludgeoned.
Awkward death,
Laying there
Motionless...
Bastards come to help,
The news is still the same!
Motionless, brainless,
200 Lbs,
Idiot!
Pretending (doubtful)
Unconscious!
Friends they try,
Stupidity,
Leave the scene,
Clots on the tiles,
Red and dark.
Drain from the skull!
and the night swings on
and the night swings on... |
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| Underlings |
[Dec. 29th, 2005|12:54 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | DRunk | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Something Strange | ] |
Underlings my dear...
They drink their own piss
Underlings and orphans
Adopted by nuns!
Holding out credentials,
Holding out for sin,
Planning for chaos
The world warps around
It spins...
It spins!!!
Laughing at it's self,
as it falls off it axis
Out of control.
A hole in the ozone
as a god looks down
Glaring for convenience!
Though word wrap destroys,
Everything I've written,
Lost and filtered,
Stolen and pilfered
As I hold the door open.
Customers walk in,
Sick and distraught,
Do they rub off like dirt?
Do they eat their own shit? |
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| something new...maybe |
[Dec. 24th, 2005|05:04 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  pessimistic | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Hank Snow | ] |
Vices, fights, broken wrists
Pounding hell, ferocious fists
Smile, grin...
Taste the blood of hell!
And it drips down your chin,
and it drips down your shirt,
and it drips and it drips,
Your gut is stained, your ego hurt!
Flooding the mind
Sour to the soul
Holding it high
Hell...it's all that you've got!
A glass is for the rich
and a swill is for the poor...
Though I've felt just fine off the later
I couldn't care for the words
Hangover cures, or ulcers
Maybe they know something?
I doubt that they do |
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| (no subject) |
[Dec. 23rd, 2005|06:32 pm] |
| [ | music |
| | Los Olvidados - Bang Bang You're Dead | ] |
Fuck having a new record player kicks ass, I now get to listen to music I haven't heard for over a year, and it fucking rules! |
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| 100% |
[Dec. 20th, 2005|10:52 am] |
| You Passed 8th Grade Science | 
Congratulations, you got 8/8 correct! |
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| Might as well update this idiot thing sooner or later. |
[Sep. 23rd, 2005|05:43 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | crazy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Adolescents - OC Confidential | ] |
Well it's been a long fucking time since I've updated this fucker. I finally managed to find a copy of the new Adolescents cd and it fucking rules. I picked up a Texas Terri and The Stiff Ones cd flor 5 bucks too in the bargain bin. Dumb fuckers don't know what they missed out on.
Can't wait for the Nashville Pussy show, I guess they're the "biggest" band we've opened up for so far. I've wanted to see them for years now, but every time they come here something comes up and I never manage to make it. We also booked a wicked show at the New Occidental in October. If everything goes as planed it will be something like The Ruffnecks, Insaniacs, Quagmire, Murder Death Fight, Manhatten Project, and one other band I don't know the name of. Either way, that's going to be one wicked local line up. We're suposed to be playing anotehr gig with Rebel Spell (wicked band) in November sometime.
Working my ass off like crazy lately, but the cash is nice cause I can afford more of the important thing in life...booze!
Holy fuck does this Adolescents cd kick ass! Within These Walls is an amazing song. |
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| Pissed Off |
[Aug. 4th, 2005|05:27 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  pissed off | ] |
Hmm it's always nice to find a bank statement, opened in a way that I never open my mail. I'd sure as hell like to know who's been maiking my financial situation their fucking busines. STAY THE FUCK OUT OF MY MAIL! |
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| This pretty much says it all. |
[Jul. 30th, 2005|09:43 pm] |
Take the quiz: "What Kind Of Weapon Are you?"
Nuclear Bomb
You're a Nuclear Bomb! You are by far the most dangerous and destructive of all the weapons. You're also the most advanced. You're cold and completely indifferent, destroying everything you can without feeling, remorse or regret. You also leave a nasty aftertaste: Radiation. You plague people for years, poisoning and killing the ones you didn't destroy from the get-go. You are the only weapon with the true ability to destroy mankind. You're horrible. |
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| Satruday at the Albert. |
[Jul. 8th, 2005|12:43 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  blank | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Del McCoury Band - Smoking Gun | ] |
Saturday night, there is a wicked show at The Albert, with us (The Ruffnecks), The Insaniacs, Quagmire, Balls Deep, and Ravenwave. $5 at the door, show probably starts around 10 as usual. It's bound to be one of the best shows in ages!
One more day of work, and I finally have a weekend off. It's the first one since May. I'm a fork lift driver now, so that's going pretty good. It's not the easiest vehicle in the world to drive, but from what the old man that lives at The Albert tells me, I'm doing well. They also put me in charge of a bunch of people, so if anyone is pissing me off by not working, I get to tell them what to do! Most of the slackers are gone now, so we're left with pretty decent people, just 2 of them I have to keep an eye on for now anyways.
Anyone else read John Fante? I'm stumbled upon this amazing writer, and it doesn't seem as though many people know about him. I picked up a book of his called Ask The Dust, and I highly recommend it. It's not the longest book in the world, but it's dirty and raw the way things should be. It was written in 39 or something like that, he was supposedly a huge influence on Charles Bukowski.
This beer is almost gone, I guess I should open one more and then call it a night. Fucking Lucky is such great stuff. I don't even drink it cause it's cheap anymore, I could afford the more expensive shit, but it's a damn good beverage. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jul. 6th, 2005|08:29 am] |
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Please leave a one-word comment that you think best describes me. It can only be one word. No more. Then copy & paste this in your journal so that I may leave a word about you. |
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| Groggy Bastard of a Morning |
[Jul. 5th, 2005|06:37 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  tired | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Silence | ] |
For fuck sakes...For someone who was as tired and worn out as I was feeling yesterday, last night was one hell of a piece of shit sleep.
The show last night was alright, but it gets really fucking hot in that basement. We played a half assed set, though I kept fucking up on songs we haven't jammed in months. I guess that kind of makes sense, but they were all easy ones.
Back to work for me now, 6:41am, got off at 9pm last night, have to be there for 8am, don't feel like going, get off at 5pm. Although getting off that early really doesn't matter cause I've already spent most of my check on booze, so there is nothing to do anyways.
That's enough of this, it's too early, and you're all bastards anyways. |
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| Too much vodka |
[Jul. 2nd, 2005|07:56 am] |
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Fuck...getting that drunk, and having to be up this early today is just fucking uncivilized... |
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| (no subject) |
[Jun. 29th, 2005|10:25 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | blank | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Merle Haggard - Red Bandana | ] |
Wow, was Land Of The Dead ever a piece of shit. Some of the zombies were cool, but it just didn't do it for me. It lacked a lot of the creepiness of the other Romero movies. It wasn't all bad though, I managed to get good and wasted at the theater again thanks to Robley and her vodka. Then me, Jen and Robley wound up at the West End for a bit, which was pretty much as lame as usual, and then it was over to The Toad. By the time we hit The Toad, I guess I was getting pretty wasted, as the memories are somewhat blurry. I couldn't find the fight last night, maybe it's a good thing, or maybe it's a bad thing, maybe I'll find it some other night. I'm not going to get into names on here, but there are some people out there who deserve a real good shit kicking!
Canada Day it is. We'll be playing in front of Music Trader at 5pm, so be sure to hit that up. It's our first outdoor show, so it should be pretty interesting. Then we play at The Hemp Rock on the 4th of July, with DBI, and Mayhem 84.
Thank god, that I'm nor working today! Those poor fuckers stuck out there in the rain. I'm glad it's them, and not me for once.
Now, fuck off! |
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| (no subject) |
[Jun. 27th, 2005|10:11 pm] |
Execute your dreams
Rince with soap
Brush
Spit twice
Shower
Go to work
Slave
Lunch break
Piss
Bacterial infections
More pills
pop the cap
Swallow
Rince again
Go home
Shit
Watch TV
Sleep
Dream
Smoke inhalation
Die! |
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| I can't write about much, cause I don't know much else |
[Jun. 23rd, 2005|12:56 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  hot | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Townes Van Zandt - Waiting Around To Die | ] |
That night I crawled on the floor,
I puked in a waste basket,
Even though I'm a waste case.
I started at 4pm,
It's already 3am,
Blitzed!!!
11 hours straight
but I'm still standing.
Though mumbling to myself,
I'm neither having a good time
nor a bad time.
And in the morning I won't remember...
but I learned not to mind |
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| Fuck Work! |
[Jun. 21st, 2005|11:41 pm] |
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Fuck, I'm feeling sick as a dog today. I couldn't sing at band practice, or anything. That went well though, we're finally doing a cover of 2+2 by DOA. I don't want to work tomorrow, or anytime for that matter, but especially tomorrow. The whole idea of it, is way beyond me right now. Today was a fucking boring day off, and now it's something like 5 days, till I get another one. Bastards! |
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| (no subject) |
[Jun. 20th, 2005|12:07 am] |
Attached by the limbs to idiots
Rolling in the mud laughing
Pulling out teeth
Wincing
Then rinsing
Blood flows
Hell
Activities for the challenged
Behind bars
Behind closed doors
Watched by cameras
and magnifying glasses
They decide to send me home
That's alright though
At least now
I'll have time to take a shit |
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| (no subject) |
[Jun. 17th, 2005|09:20 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | blank | ] |
Last night we went to garbage hill, and had a big fucking fire! I guess in the long run, and as much of a rip off as it was, the $8 dollar bag of fire wood was worth it. Garbage hill is a pretty good place, I can take the dog up there, and I don't need a leash, which probably makes life easier for both of us.
Tonight is probably going to suck. I want to go to the bar, but it looks like I'll probably be staying home, because I have to work tomorrow morning. The schedule at work is really starting to get to me. It seems like I can't plan a god damned thing, because I never know when I'm working till about 2 or 3 days ahead of time. Also, with this heat, it's going to turn into a real drag. You can't win at that place, you're either freezing cold, and soaked to the bone, or it's so hot out, you have to go inside and get something to drink every 10 minutes.
Things have been boring lately. I don't have a hell of a lot to write about in here. |
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