| Birthday Baller |
[Sep. 4th, 2007|02:40 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  anxious | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Morning Glory-"Travel On" | ] |
Birthday is tomorrow. Why am I sitting here writing this when there's much to get ready for? I'm out, bitches!! |
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| INDK forever FOR Me Now!!!! |
[Apr. 15th, 2007|04:23 am] |
| [ | music |
| | INDK-"Start It Up"-BEST PUNK FOR INSPIRATION AT AN EARKY HOUR!!!! | ] |
Life is so fleeting-
so is inspiration
Everything hurrts
we could conquer...
But we conquer in pain
Every once and every strain
It's way too late
Pardon! (It's way 2 early)
I feel more than intense
Inibriation, meditation-
Fell above you on stone steps
But, "Listen!"
So much is a trend,
a fake podium,
intense-2-b-white
happy favorably my dress
Sick to the core
I have been around for a
slight while
Please let the INDK and
intense gutter rock make'
me full-
Not hungry
But content to change...
a different paradigm
Signed-Carlos Ocosta |
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| (no subject) |
[Mar. 15th, 2007|02:22 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  accomplished | ] |
I feel like some electromethorphan tonight. |
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| Oh, Frustrations! |
[Mar. 1st, 2007|09:48 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  crappy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | The Clash-"London Calling" | ] |
...And will everyone please stop praying to Jesus so I can buy some really good cocaine again??? |
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| Flex Nuts |
[Mar. 1st, 2007|09:41 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  cranky | ] |
| [ | music |
| | 3 6 Mafia-"Stay Fly" | ] |
Fucking want a day off. Fucking low on vodka. Fucking gotta play mister smiley ass kisser at work. Fucking gotta pop pills and snort lines, but we have none. Fucking gotta move out soon. Whaaah? Y'all forgot about Dre or something? |
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| The Artist Formerly know as Sweaty Balls |
[Feb. 24th, 2007|10:40 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  drunk | ] |
| [ | music |
| | PRince)"I would Die for You" | ] |
Why is Prince so sweet?:
A) He's catchy! "When doves cry" has an awesome beat that gets you lost in electro 80's outer space. I love it. "Purple Rain" was in my head for 3 days. My dad laughed his ass off.
B) He dressed DAMN GOOD. Purple velvet pirate puffy suits? Why fuck yes! That's class. He had much more class than Michael Jackson. Forget About It!
C) He's cooky and silly. Who, of my generation (who wasn't around for him initially) can really take him seriously. He meant to make serious music. But we consider him more "Fun!" Like when you take a shower and listen to Iron Maiden, or you smoke coke and listen to Tom Petty, or you get the gist. (Whack Factor comes in._
E) Cocaine...
F) Purple Rain is fucking sweet. |
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| When Doves Cry |
[Feb. 24th, 2007|10:17 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | a little north of sick with it | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Prince-"When Doves Cry" | ] |
I miss being on this bitch all the time and interaciting with all the peeps. I've been super busy at both jobs, with no days off in site. But I'm gunna have to have one soon, b/c I'm moving out! That's right, I getting MY OWN APARTMENT in about a week. As soon as the family moves out and they clean up the shit. It's so awsome. I've waited SOOOOO long, and finally it's here. (ALMOST!) I want it now. I was so happy when I first heard this news that I got approved, approx. a month ago. Everything seems to be falling into place, and I thing I accidentally gave up snow for Lent! Hey, don't ever watch Purple Rain unless you want the theme song or "When Doves Cry" in your head for 2 days. It get so bad, that my dad laughed and told me to shut up! I miss y'all bitches. Damn brandy and tramadol. Whoa, What a night. Love. |
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| Tom Petty |
[Feb. 3rd, 2007|01:51 am] |
"I'm learning to fly
but I ain't got wings.
And coming down
is the hardest thing."
Truer word were never spoken. Where's my 40? |
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| (no subject) |
[Feb. 2nd, 2007|11:35 pm] |
From all sides now-
The paranoia buzz dawn kill
overdramatic and schizophrenic
Everything, everything, all at once
Come thru the wilderness-
I'm home, but it still exists
the city is a cancer
Everything, everything, all at once
Keep it cool and collected
hardly possible now
but damn, it's so fucking good
Everything, everything, all at once
I'm a seasoned spy
a relic of a spiraling abyss
half seducer and half matyr
Everyone, everyone, all at once
Uncomfortable in this world
there's a few I wanna show
to help inspire new horizons
Everyone, everyone, all at once
Striving to be the underground hero
i have plans and objectives
i have fingerprints of gods
Everyone, everything, just this once
The god within will be the most challenging... |
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| From Whack to Cool |
[Feb. 1st, 2007|10:41 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  excited | ] |
Isn't it funny when you go from hating something and thinking it's dumb, to thinking it's cool (and often, still whack). That's how I was with a lot of power metal (King Diamond, Iron Maiden) to rap (3 6 Mafia, Bone Thugs). I remember I used to hate MSI. Now they're one of my favorite bands. Sometimes it's hard to figure out just who you are when you evolve this much (or at least it's hard to get a tattoo). Anyway, I think I may be entering another whack/cool third plateau. Enter Babylon Zoo. Probably I like them b/c they're so gay and whack in their video, it's fucking hilarious. Plus they're all weird, mid-90's and got a sorta sweet electronic rock sound. Plus The Kovenant covered them. This may be my next thing. Either that, or I've took too much tramadol tonight ;) |
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| Different Strokes for Different Polacks! |
[Jan. 18th, 2007|03:12 pm] |
| [ | music |
| | trance-rick orions's lost trancemissions | ] |
Last night was cocaine and MSI. (Whatchu think this is Battle Creek, boy?!) This morning was coffee and Coal Chamber. Wow, what a life. And if my boss don't hook me up with a ride tonight, I ain't going to work, fool! |
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| Slight Cerebral Cuts |
[Jan. 16th, 2007|10:24 pm] |
| [ | music |
| | Katatonia-"Tear Gas" | ] |
The more comfortable I get
The more isolation grows
and as I reflect myself,
often as a hammer
This gives rise to more confidence.
But I fear I'm not being a
loving participant of the game
Then I remember fate and think:
"Well, they can fuck me up
and I'll be myself, even if
I'm breifly excommunicated."
Inside my thought tower and
somewhat in theirs,
It's a strain because of circumstance
I wanna change that
And very soon, I'll draft my declaration
of Independence.
Sincerely,
Carlos |
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| The Kovenant Accomplished!! |
[Jan. 14th, 2007|08:10 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  high | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Kovenant-"The Human Abstract" | ] |
Man, you ever have some kinda crazy mental list about shit to someday get that goes on for years and years because you're to busy checking off boxes on other lists, or blowing money on illicit substances, or some shit? Well, for about three years I believe, I've wanted The Kovenant-"Animatronic." It's such a good mix of metal, classical, industrial-dance, ethereal, blah blah blah. I don't know if many of you out there know about this lil gem of an album (besides maybe Shawna), but it's off the chain. And it's good to finally get it because I've been denied some sweet "space metal" all these years. Ahhh. Kick back and let the tunes play! |
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| Yes! Yes! |
[Jan. 7th, 2007|08:20 pm] |
| [ | music |
| | Rediscover the lLng Lost Art of Dying | ] |
Oh, Hell Yes!
Fucking Satan God Bless!
I need the psychological rest-
Sucking opiates thru straws
from the Goddess Breast!
Couple of friends make
the livin' seem easy
Tho too much of a good thing-
Too much gloom and queasy
We pray to the God of Moderation
(Hopefully, w/o hesitaiton)
One must become as the cactus
Be as the wild wind in the sand
A light at the end of a tunnel-
Gazing at the Shadow Self
Living life as a sillouette |
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| Zoomed In |
[Jan. 2nd, 2007|02:21 am] |
| [ | music |
| | Ladytron-"Destroy Everything You Touch" | ] |
Good thing I didn't play that song. I would've done those three shots. I would've done these couple lines. I would've called that old friend. I would've done 5 minutes of art. Could've got really mad. Missed that nostalgic ball. Would've thrown up on my inner worlds. Could've crashed to bed like I will anyway. Too bad the window's open. Long for you, my dear. Couldn't live long enough for you anyway, when I heard that song. And it pulls me in a wierd, sordid way... |
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| Live it |
[Dec. 27th, 2006|02:54 am] |
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Experience is a pill, so pop it. Life=trance, so play dat shit! |
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| Stuff the Turkey!! |
[Dec. 25th, 2006|10:01 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | drunk | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Alien Sex Fiend-"Stuff the Turkey" | ] |
STUFF THE TURKEY
THAT'S BOOTIFUL!
BOO-BOO-BOOTIFUL!
HAVE YOU EVER WONDERED
WHY SANTA'S CHEEKS ARE RUBY RED?
HE'S NOT JOLLY
HE'S OFF HIS HEAD.
PULL A CRACKER
PULL UP A CHAIR
HAVE SOME OF THIS
IT WILL REMOVE YOUR HAIR.
STUFF THE TURKEY
IT'S NO TIME TO FAST
ENJOY THIS CHRISTMAS
IT MIGHT BE YOUR LAST.
LET'S MAKE THIS CHRISTMAS
ONE TO REMEMBER
LET'S STAY DRUNK
FROM JANUARY TILL DECEMBER.
I'LL STUFF YOUR STOCKINGS
WITH PASSION FRUIT
LOOSEN YOUR TIE
GET OUTTA THAT SUIT.
STUFF THE TURKEY
IT'S NO TIME TO FAST
ENJOY THIS CHRISTMAS
IT MIGHT BE YOUR LAST.
(HEAVY BIT)
IT ONLY COMES
BUT ONCE A YEAR
STOP DRINKING COFFEE
AND HAVE A BEER.
PULL A CRACKER
PULL UP A CHAIR
NO TIME TO BE SOBER
JUST ONE LONG BENDER!
STUFF THE TURKEY
STUFF THE TURKEY
IT'S NO TIME TO FAST
ENJOY THIS CHRISTMAS
IT MIGHT BE YOUR LAST.
STUFF THE TURKEY
STUFF THE TURKEY
STUFF THE TURKEY
STUFF THE TURKEY
STUFF THE TURKEY
STUFF THE TURKEY
(Wade/Wade/James)
HELL YEAH! This reminds me off wandering around basement in Battle Creek tripping acid! Don't forget to pull a cracker. Nighty night! |
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| The Meaning of Life |
[Dec. 24th, 2006|05:02 am] |
| [ | music |
| | VNV Nation-"Standing (Motion)" | ] |
I think all one really needs in life is a really cute Japanese chick. For that, I might even consider marrige. |
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| Yule in this Bitch |
[Dec. 23rd, 2006|01:32 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  okay | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Peter Murphy-"Fucks You Up" | ] |
Man, whatup out here? I'm a lil drunk. It's Yule. It doesn't feel like that, but it is. Living in a desert, many things are on disociative. I'm slowly moving up the ladder: I got a job as a librarian and as a cook. Good Shit! And hey, is it Liz's birthday or something (I can never remember birthday's, I'm a guy :) ! Hell yesh, good things on the horizen. I might just stick around to reap the rewards of the future. I just have to keep the emotions in check and progress (I talk like it means nothing, it means everything!!) Fucking A! |
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| Internal Music Maker |
[Dec. 10th, 2006|06:21 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | complacent | ] |
| [ | music |
| | VNV Nation-"Beloved" | ] |
Oh god, does the pain ever rise up inside you suddenly? A rich pain that was served a time ago with ones you called close. A pain so deep, it almost takes your breath away? Something that is triggered by a favorite electonic song?...
Do you ever feel like that one moment when you're truly lost in the music is everything. Like you never wanna return and just live out the immortal memories eternally? The magnet of the beat driving you on forever?...
Can songs become as gods? Do we not worship them, and pray to the images they evoke in our deepest slumber? What power does your favorite tune hold ever you? If this isn't magick, I don't know what is. Audio hypnotism?...
Feel like I'm melting in a sleepy bliss. |
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| Aww Damn!! |
[Dec. 6th, 2006|10:41 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | drunk | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Iron Maiden-Number of the Beast | ] |
Yeah, I'm up in this bitch. Got some Iron Maiden up in this bitch! Got my uncle talking shit to my cousin in the background (He wants to get married to some English bitch. I don't ever wanna get married!) But goodness, I ain't drunk callin' y'all. I'm drunk LJ postin' y'all! Fuck. So much bicycling thru the desert. So much beer. Here I is. Peace! I miss all of you! |
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| The Tussin! |
[Dec. 3rd, 2006|11:01 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  curious | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Kompressor Does Not Dance! | ] |
Man, everywhere I go around here I see Delsym commercials. What's up with that? I never saw no shit like that up north. I also keep seeing that one cough syrup commercial where that guy walks around like a ghost until he takes his medicine. Does dex turn ghosts into people? Or, as I suspect, does dex turn people into ghosts (robot techno ghost?). What the hell, man. |
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| (no subject) |
[Dec. 2nd, 2006|03:48 pm] |
Damn, working out when you're stoned is sooo intense. Just gone done doing that. Just exercising in itself can be a rush, but added with the bouniful head rush of herb, it's quite the kick! Because one minute you're really into it, one minute your minds somewhere else (like Japanese girls), and the next minute you feel like you can do a million situps b/c I guess your body/mind isn't interpreting the pain right. Either that or I smoke StrenghWeed and I'm a Sativa Cyborg. But I don't know if my relatives are feeding me too well or what, b/c my old pants are really tight. And it sucks cuz I feel kinda like a girl squeezing into last fall's blue jeans (lol-WHACK!) So I'm on a situp mission from Satan. Fuck it, why not? Lil muscle strength, lil clearing of the mind. Exercise can be good for getting with fine ladies or something, so I've heard.
Oh, and I recommend working out with VNV Nation and good Japanese dance music.
On a side note, I just missed the Tomale Festival. I have no regrets. |
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| Smokestack McSnortSnort |
[Nov. 22nd, 2006|11:27 pm] |
Ulysses S. Grant smoked 20 cigars a day. 20 FUCKING CIGARS A DAY!?! How did the guy even have an esophagus? That's like sticking your head in a chimney and inhaling deeply for a few hours. For this, he is awarded the Harley Smokestra Sick With It Award. |
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| Pre thinking my Drinking |
[Nov. 22nd, 2006|03:16 am] |
| [ | music |
| | Alex Merrill Mix-Submit (Apart) | ] |
One half of me wants to drink and one half doesn't. Oh, which side will win? |
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| Jeesus Christ!/Holy Shit!/"Play it again, rookie bi-otch!" |
[Nov. 20th, 2006|10:55 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | aggravated | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Graveyard Boulevard-"Pay to Get In" | ] |
FUCKING A! Getting a job truly is a job. I have probably spent 10 hours in the last 3 or 4 days filling out aps, talking to assholes, and driving all over the fucking city. Sorry, but I must vent. I just got done doing a 3 part survey relating to my psychological makeup, my preferences to work, and something equvalent to an algebre test. ALL FOR A JOB AT RADIOSHACK!! And what's up with these questions:
56. You can count to ten.
49. There are eighty days in a month
73. You can read well enough to complete this survey.
and...There are 7 days in a week.
These were all yes or no. Now, I understand you want decent people working for me but, excuse me, now you're just fucking with me. Shit, it's bad enough you gotta pass a drug test, you also have to pass a retard test! Sigh...Application Hell is what I'm in. More Bacardi 151, please, it's time to go shave my balls or something. Bleh. |
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| (no subject) |
[Nov. 10th, 2006|04:14 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | high | ] |
| [ | music |
| | MC Chris-"Fette's Vette" | ] |
I keep laughing at stupid shit in my head! |
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| Waste of Time? |
[Nov. 5th, 2006|09:55 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | anxious | ] |
| [ | music |
| | The Kovenant-"Spaceman" | ] |
Why is wasting time so...attractive? When you're trying to finish up something and then a friend walks by and flips on the TV. Bam! There's a Peter Murphy video on the screen and I'm hypnotized. Then you come back around and realize you just watched 4 music videos and the task at hand is still before you. You feel a little guilty. You said you'd have this shit done by noon and now it's 12:34! You feel like you wasted some time. But why? What is a waste of time? Is getting drunk under a bridge a waste of time just b/c...you're under a bridge drinking Steel Reserve? What if you think that this is a worthwhile activity and a wholesome experience? Is it a waste of time b/c someone said it was? Is having fun a waste of time? Is doing whatever's pleasurable a waste of time b/c you're not working out or fixing your car? In the desert, on the trails at night, I walk around and think about this shit. I think the truth is, no one can tell YOU what is a waste of time. At least, if you really looked inside, and you agreed with what they said, it's more of type of self knowledge. Because, I think you can judge what is a waste of time by your inner self. Do you feel guilty and anxious that you spent your time in a certain way, and yet, did it anyway? Waste. For instance, perhaps you were gunna wake up and do some shit in the morning, but your friends put on Yojimbo and you wanna finish watching it from the night before. I think to postpone my things to finish a movie that I started and have been wanting to see for awhile is worthwhile. I also think you have to kind've compare it to other things. To finish your homework or feel guilty while you smoke out for 2 hours. Obviously, the later is a waste of time. But what if you're stressed out hardcore and you can't study another minute? I believe a 15 minute weed break would be helpful and beneficial. I guess in the end, you can only guage what is a true waste of time and not. And we can't really eliminate all the idle and stupid lil things we do that give up pleasure in between tasks, or I fear we'd become lifeless automatons. Haha, can you tell I've been doing a lot of self reflection lately? |
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| First day up at WMU/Reflections |
[Sep. 6th, 2006|05:31 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | blah | ] |
Hmm, I'm currently waiting for Tommy to get outta class. Just sitting here on his laptop. Hmmm...do I sense porn and dex on the horizon?...
It turns out there's a lot of walking involved with WMU. The place seems massive. I almost feel like I'm on a dissasociative as I wonder about thinking, "Wtf? Where am I?" Oh well, never hurts to ask for help, and there are many fine mommas :)
Yesterday was pretty intense. Like an opiate fucking holiday twilight zone or something. Started out drinking a Guinness and talking/helping random people around KCC in a happy lil daze. Then I get the call from my nigga Tim. Next thing I know Tim, Shawna, (yup, I bring the opposites together, I suppose) and I are having a good ole time in Marshall. And considering I didn't quite OD and people bought me party favors, it must've been a great day. And it was, mixed with a lotta dangerous craziness. Thanks Tim and Shawna for hooking it up! Didn't get that tattoo yet, but I'll be getting it soon, with the help of my good friend Cam Miller. PEACE! |
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| First day up at WMU |
[Sep. 6th, 2006|05:29 pm] |
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Hmm, I'm currently waiting for Tommy to get outta class. Just sitting here on his laptop. Hmmm...do I sense porn and dex on the horizon?... |
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| 22nd Birthday/Thoughts on the Future |
[Sep. 5th, 2006|12:07 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | discontent | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Mission UK-"Tower of Strength" | ] |
Haha, I haven't been on this in over a month. And I used to be all up in the silliness..;)
Well, the clock's been ticking on past midnight and I realize I am officially 22. Went out to this Italian resteraunt with the family and ate so much that I can't even drink the 3 Guinnesses I have in the fridge! (I know, I know, but don't worry-They'll be safely in my stomach tomorrow!) Let's see, and then my P's got me a bunch of shower and cleanliness things. I think they're implying something ;) Also of note is the tall glittery green Ankh candle and a Nightmare Before Christmas coffee cup for the coming Autumn! Oh, and there was pharoah desktop accessories. Not sure what's with the Egyptian motive for my birthday but whatevs...Thoth is a tru G.
Much on the horizon. WMU, October (my most favorite month, climaxing on HALLOWEEN, BITCHES!!), looking for another job, slowly getting outta debt, and plans to move out. So this 22nd year looks to be pretty exciting. At least it's a change, and probably not a bad one. I think I'm kinda resistant to change, perhaps because I'm so nostalgic...hmm. Well, if I get the money around tomorrow, there'll be much partying and possibly even a tattoo on my arm. Hooray!
Man, when r those damn pills gunna kick in ;)?... |
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| Who's Side Are You On/Decay |
[Jul. 31st, 2006|02:19 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  dirty | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Leftover Crack-"Gang Control" | ] |
So who do I trust-
the vampires in my head
or the girl in my bed?
I read news about Israeli commando terrorists-
and those who resists
then the perverted and pist
and still, "Fuck America."
Still a narco-terrorist!
While dope sickness rages
and tear blood onto pages
So hate life so much I can't comply
You think I'm gunna die?,
but I whisper, "Why?"
You've buried your friends
and everyone's dead
But I told you, you know, I'm too strong.
Didn't you know I'm invincible?
Didn't you know I'm fucking Pissed
That I go back to 18 like it's
something to be missed?
More "Christian Conservative Terrorists"
they all smell like shit
My life has come to this
and as everything makes me more insane
If you'd only smile and tell me:
"It's OK."...
It's still not enough. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jul. 23rd, 2006|10:55 pm] |
Hmmmm....wtf. DexdexDex. Yup. Not sure if much is gunna happen. Too flugull'bombasteck 'tah stahndtduht. Erherm. Just being a little computer ninja... |
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| (no subject) |
[Jul. 23rd, 2006|12:53 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | chipper | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Cradle of Filth-"Her Ghost in the Fog" | ] |
Hmmm, well here I am. Another night, another beer, on the internet once again. My mom and I were watching some movie with J-Lo and Jane Fonda while I basked in opiate afterglow and sipped Steel Reserve. (Well, I am the KING of WTF Land, haha :) Shit, I gotta cough. I can't cough too loud, or my mom will come down here and administer cough syrup to me. Right. Like dex is gunna cure my cough! That's for trippin! My body doesn't accept it as medicine, unless I drink a whole bottle and coat my throat for awhile. I guess that's the equivalent of drinking a bottle of honey. Oh, the reason coughing is no good is b/c my dad is sleeping on the couch. He had surgery on his shoulder. He outt've it on pain killers. But he's also really in a lotta pain. He needs to get better soon, b/c it's weird seeing him outta commision. True, he is in his 50's, but he seem's only like he's 40, the way he's on top of shit and likes to live his life, as opposed to the way some people get old and just sit around on the couch watching sports and complaining about "back in the day."
Fucking A, I worked about nine hours total today at Papa John's. I don't dread work the way I used to, b/c I had to fight a battle of sorts to keep it. So now, I do appreciate. That's a weird feeling. Usually I HATE the concept of working. I'm too much of a pissed of punk. But I really do need this for a couple of reasons, and I must not take TOO much advantage of it. I have to try to stay a little more on the level and not get to sick wit it at work.
Well, I've been feeling kinda like I miss people lately. But then again, I feel like I'm more able to deal with being solitary again. Weird. I used to think that having all the alone time you could handle would be the shit when I was like, oh, 17 or 18. I guess I was just SO SICK of high school and all the dumbass people. Seriously, high school BREEDS stupid people. And I'm not one of those people who look back at high school with a beeming smile. It was filled with good times for sure, but also agony, despair, pain, hatred, depression, and day after day of Marshall High School type fascism day after day that made one wanna skip class every 5 minutes. Haha, and that's my lil rant for the night! |
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| The Beer and ME |
[Jul. 17th, 2006|02:05 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | drunk | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Rancid-"Let's Go!" | ] |
Haha, wtf. Another drunk post. Well, why not? What else am I gunna do at 2 in the morning? It's not like I can get all sage like on opiates or marijuana-I'm DRUNK. I think. Well, yeah, I guess so...I pretty much can eat and watch TV. Oh sure, I could read, but what would I remember? I can't play drums-I'd wake everybody up. I can't go to a friend's house, no one but Bob lives by me, and he's sleeping fo' sho. So, I can talk shit on the internet, watch TV, and walk around-but there's no where to go that's worthwhile (so it seems), so here I be. Posting, posting. Man, I wish my sister didn't pass out. I'd drink with her all day. Oh well. No big deal, except she's never home, and she used to be, and that was fun. But change is something to be able to do, so I must not be too selfish and just go with the flow. I mean, it's not like she's one of my boys from back in the day that u talk shit to and kick till they wake up to drink with. NO no. Ahh well. I'm drunk. More beer in fridge. Tomorrow will suck. Tonight it awesome. Peace. |
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| What it is |
[Jul. 9th, 2006|12:32 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | Stafunktafied | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Annix-Climax of the Virus | ] |
Don Pablo's, Don Pablo's, DON PABLO'S!!! I think I sold my soul to Don Pablo's. I worked a double today, and was glad as Fuck when I got the fuck outta there!! Working sober doesn't seem to cut it (I see thru everyone's bullshit and I get cranky), so I rock the Dex today and go in. Much BETTER. Cough syrup is a godsend. Then I went and saw my boy Dave the Wave play a show- Celestial Mischief- over in the ghetto and that was fun. No cops pulled me over on the way home, so that's a definite plus. Good god, I gotta go to D. Pablo's again tomorrow, where one gets stressed and smiles at girls, or something. |
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| Aye Papi!! |
[Jul. 1st, 2006|02:09 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | drunk | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Will Smith-"Welcome to Miami" | ] |
Talk to girls on the phone
Get drunk while alone
Work all day for a muthafucka
Get sick wonna kill a mother
Sick of this and that
The more I drink/no more facts
Hate the fact that I'm here
Doesn't matter if there's no more beer...
I got a fifth of Black Velvet, and it's all mine :)
Shut the fuck up! How many of you ho bags update when you're drunk. I'd party if you lived in a cool ass part of town like Bedford, Urbandale, or Springfield. Sadly, "Fuk Y'all!" |
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| Drugs on TV |
[Jun. 27th, 2006|02:39 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | Buzzed, Dude | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Leftover Crack-"Look Who's Talking Now" | ] |
You need to stop being a bitch and watch the History Channel. Seriously, wtf is up with that. They're always talking about ancient empires, and drugs, and secret Nazi technology. Well now they got this new thing called Hooked: Illegal Drugs and How they got that way (in one word: RASISM!). But anyhoo, I haven't seen shit this good on the History Channel since High Hitler and his meth addiction/a million other things. Eleven o'clock. Hit 'em up. Tonight was COCAINE. Aww Hell Yeah. Heaven and Hell right there. Histrorical drugs up in this bitch! Much luv, much luv. It's SOOO sweet. Tomorrow, all you ravers and cravers better tune in for this:
"How did the psychedelic drugs LSD and Ecstasy journey from a scientific discovery to a popular recreation to banned drugs? Mental health professionals once believed that LSD could treat schizophrenia or alcoholism. Meanwhile, Ecstasy, the "penicillin for the soul", was used in marriage counseling. Now, continuing the cycle of the hallucinogen, some of the latest derivatives in this category of drugs, the "rave" drugs such as GHB and Ketamine, are about to be banned. TVPG (so the kids can watch and learn!)"
And there's more to come. Opiates r on Thursday I believe (WOOT, MUTHAFUCKAA!) and, I believe Friday is Marijuana. See, learn about the shit you do. Have some culture! It's pretty acurate and informative. The more u know, or something... |
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| 1st Day of Summer |
[Jun. 22nd, 2006|04:27 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | Pagan Terrorist | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Mortal Kombat | ] |
Alex, Dex, Emotions, Malt Liquor/Vodka, Spott Dog, fuck cops, training at Don Pablo's, flirting with girls, walks in the woods, trees getting struck by lightning, rooftops downtown BC with Shaun, and sooooooo much more. More sometime soon. First day of summer was Pagan as Fuck. Magick all over. Such a strang lil madness. |
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| Like, I Blew Myself Up |
[Jun. 20th, 2006|10:52 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  crazy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Bauhaus-"She's in Parties" | ] |
Fuck it, what just happened 5 minutes ago? I'm all like, "I'll just take 3 shots in a row of 100 proof vodka, chase it with some Cervesa Monterrey, and see what happens." The blood rushed to my head, my throat quivered, my stomach said fuck you, and my brain was stunned, but then gave a, "Hell Yeah." Fucking A, all I've been doing lately is drinking. For the stupidest reasons in the bunk ass universe, I haven't been able to get weed. No big deal, right? Wrong. I either do a bunch of hard drugs, drink too much, or just get so antsy I can't sleep and start wanting to go off on people. Couple this with the fact that there's no money till the weekend, and nobody seems to be around to hangout, and it's even worse. Know what's even worse than that?, someone bitchin' about it! I been hangin' tuff wit my friend Bob down the street, but I just couldn't bring myself to stop on the way home tonight. We're like 20 years apart, but we're both tense, especially him, from no money coming in from self and no smoke. I think I just need a shit load of ganja and a shit load of mushrooms. Fuck it all, don't care anymore. And tomorrow is the first day of summer. Pagan roots cry out to celebrate and SEE the Sun, and intoxicate it within myself. I'm going to see Spotts tomorrow too, b/c as soon as he got back into my life, he was missed. Fuck. My manager at D. Pablo's is such a faggot. My first day being a host and he's all like, "Where's table 24?" "I'looking at this gay ass map, thinking to myself, "You see where does people look pissed, that fucking table, faggot!" "No, if I don't see it, I dunno where to go." Meanwhile, this chick that started 3 weeks ago is like, "He's a dick, he fucks with you." Great. And I need this money so bad I'll probably stick it out, no matter how bad it gets. But Bob has the right idea. Be a cook. He's fresh and experienced. Hope we both get the job there. I mean, I do, but he deserves it too. Man, this post is way 2 long! |
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| (no subject) |
[Jun. 19th, 2006|11:52 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | blah | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Mortal Kombat | ] |
Hmmm, what happened? I was working my ass off (about 30 hrs a week). Switched it up for another job. Now I'm just getting drunk off my ass. Father's day was cool yesterday. I love hooking people up so bad. From friends, to fathers, to father's friends, to muthafuckas. I swear, your best bet is to be my friend, because I hook it up and kick people down fat. Been missing Spott Dogg. He taught me a lot of this. He made me a CD about 2 years ago with all this old rock like L.D. 50, Alice in Chains, and then, this old awesome techno song that's all like, "Your weekend begins here..." or some such thing. Things r still weird over here in Bedford. I almost feel like I'm in slow motion. Like I'm on some weird drug comedown that makes no sense and compels me flee and lash out. Maybe I'm just fucked up. Maybe I'm making this place fucked up...I probably so jaded now that I'm not gunna feel normal again until I move out again...I guess I'll just drinking beers and listening to Mortal Kombat, cuz it rulz your gay milk sippin' world, haha... |
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| Fuck typing in this souless junkyard |
[Jun. 19th, 2006|01:08 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | Beer/Nostalgia | ] |
| [ | music |
| | AFI-"The Last Kiss" | ] |
Livejournal is gay. Myspace is for faggots. Black Metal rules. Drink more beer. Do more drugs. Rediscover your dark side. Take a TRIP (in) to your local cemetery. Play music, even if you suck. Write lots of poetry. Hate what is normal and burn down churches. Reconnect with what is like to be 17, 18. Fuck emo. Hang out with your friends. Kill yourself everyday. Make some money. Get so high you itch to high heavens. Assassinate politicians. Fuck yourself. |
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| PARTY AT MY HOUSE TONIGHT!!! |
[Jun. 16th, 2006|04:23 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | Bedford, MI | ] |
| [ | mood |
| | Waaaaaay Better Than You!! | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Exploited-"Fuck You"/Choking Victim-"500 Channels" | ] |
Yes, YES!, ladies and gentlemen, may I present to DrugzNgodz Party Vol. 1. Uh-huh! Tonight at my house! Party starts at 10 this evening! P's r gone, so it's time to repre-ZUHNT!! You can expect, me, the Great King Lamus or Charlemagne, in all his glory and fucked up form. Come party with me out in Bedford, goddamnit! This is an order to all Misfits and Muthafuckas throughout the Land!! I know some of you have jobs, obligations, and bitch ass girlfriends, but c'mon, I have 2 outta 3 and still KICK IT!! This is a party in honor of the Old Gods that demand the blood of the matyrs, as well as the new incarnations of the old blood of Dionysus which we will collectively call SPOT DOGG!!! Our thoughts are with you, and 2 nights ago was proof!! Over in Bedford, 1711 Meachem Road, near the Collier intersection. Call my celly for more info and directions: 986-3084. If you don't come your mother's a dead duck that gets raped by Baphomet!! (That's right, I'm talking to you too, lil sista! Get the fuck outta Tekonsha and come kick it with Count Bloodlust!!!). -Out |
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| Fall Back Thru The Cracks And Move Time Forward |
[Jun. 11th, 2006|02:37 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | accomplished | ] |
| [ | music |
| | sumaDatreslucittiDetroitechnoShit | ] |
The thought of party in the poolbarn...
Fuck! nine o'clock-
time to wake up
Upside down world could not
make sense
Serving pizzas at the
edge of the universe
Verses play thru my head
all day
I gotta tell my boy something
he don't wanna hear
Talk shows and movies
Lady laughs and smokes cigarettes
Driving all over
Then it's over---
Neurotic Fish and Julia awakes
to me like, "Wtf?!"
Talking, talking...
Finally accomplishing something
with the Will and the Sticks
DEX madness for me and 3 others
One- brand knew, so I became his (N.) Priest
Everybody trippin' hard
and Marshall is the town I
love-to-hate, while Tommy snores
Josh Billings back up in this
That fountain changing colors
but I'm getting paranoid
Off to B.C. for another party
That Grey Goose Vodka was mighty tasty!
...All Before Two O'Clock in the Morning... |
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| Kill Muthafuckas |
[Jun. 4th, 2006|07:24 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | indescribable | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Tres Lucitti-"Wash Dat Shit" | ] |
Wtf. It's like, 7:25, and I feel like I've done nothing today. I woke up around 4:30 in the afternoon. Holy shite, honkeys. Fucking, hmm, I thought a lot about things thus far, I know that. Deep fucking things that may wreak a bit of my soul. Shit, and I also thought a lot about doing things today. Damn, I kept trying to do little things around the house, and I'd pause, think about something else, start doing something else, and then go back to what I was doing. Heh, wtf. Let's see, I ate some Apple Jacks and Fruit Loops. I did my hair with vasoline in fairly suitable manner. I had a mighty satisfying jacking off session (whooo!). Hmm, I put a Terminator stick on a CDs case. Brushed teeth fo' sho. Oh, I played drums, which is awesome. I'm starting to get back into that. It's amazing how even a few minutes a day really improves you. Hmmm, I dunno where my P's are. Julia's at work. Fuck, I still need to stretch, shave my balls, and clean up my room. Man, I'm just streaming consciousness right now. Not much focus, but a pretty decent attitude. Darn, I'm getting hungry again too. I realize that I wanna do badass shit everyday. Whether that mean with or without people, with drugs or sober, easy or hard. From casting spells on the pope (lol) to going on a drug binze with the homies, I gotta keep it real. I seem to be getting into art more these days too. I been writing and painting a little bit. Cool, that's some badass shit. My mind is like a crazy winding river right now that isn't stopping. Maybe I'll see what Bob's up to later. He's always done to hangout. What a NeEzIe! |
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| I'm Fuckin' Spun |
[Jun. 4th, 2006|05:02 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | Fucking, Fucked UP! | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds-"People Ain't No Good" | ] |
Do I need to take a break? Well, yeah-I mean, Hell Naw! I've been trippin', drinkin', and smokin' a lot lately. It's wierd tho, I still feel empowered, like I really don't need this shit so much lately. Haha, mad Lortabs at 5 in the morning is whats I'ma all about!!! Hungout with Tommy last night and Dexed the shit like a loose Latino Bitch. I'm having a lotta fun with that kid lately. Fucking NeEzIeS!! And then Shawn, Boo, and I went to "The Heights" at 4 in the morn, to represent the four o'clock gang. This is a whole new movement in the Charlie/Shawn symniosis of madness and intoxicants. (Oh, I mean, intoxiCANS!, not MexiCANT's.) Still plenty of Will Smith and Mortal Kombat going on too. Fuck, I keep seeing people in my head, and then I look up and *Wham!* they're gone! It's like Benys w/o the Evilness and the Killuminati, but still fucked up. Gonna snort some pain killas, nigga! I been partying like it's summertime, and mutha-Oh wait! It pretty much is summer. Ok, damn, I'm starting to pay attention to what I'm doing, but alas, I'm on Steel Reserve and drizzugs. Peace, and to all, a righteous muthafuckin. Damn, lucidity of my mind. Oh well, still got some Tabs and some Reds to enjoy! I am soooo Fucking OUT!! |
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| Whaddafuck?! |
[Jun. 1st, 2006|04:32 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | FFIIIGGGHHHTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! | ] |
| [ | music |
| | MMMOORRTTAALLLKKOOOMMBBAATTT!!!!! | ] |
Haha, another splendid day in Pergatory. Wtf. What is going on anymore? I feel "stronger than never ever before"-maybe. Dex snuck "up and hit me like a fucking tornado" as I played with the dogs. Gots me a new job too. I feel like a lotta cool shit could happen soon. Not sure whatsup today. Maybe I won't even go out tonight. I go out almost every night, ya know. I get so restless just sitting out in the Boondocks of Bedford sometimes. I'm trying to come to terms with that. I think the aesthetics are wrong or something. Like, I need a million posters and broken forty ounce bottles to decorate all the niches. *Damnit, fucking dex screen is floating*...err, maybe a castle- now that would be good for inspiration! Fucking A. My sleep patterns are fucked. I need to eat s'more grapes, cuz they're good as a muthafucka, and I know y'all wanted hear!! |
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| DEMF 2006!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! |
[May. 29th, 2006|11:54 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  blank | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Will Smith-"Welcome to Miami" | ] |
Wow, whooo, Holy Shite!! What a day it was! Sunday, May 29th. Downtown Detoit. Around 8:00pm we arrive . We got kinda a late start, me and my entourage of NeeZies, but one must prepare for such an occasion. Alex, Shawna, Julia, Shaun, and I all listened to mad Will Smith and Mortal Kombat on the way up. We found some place to park, and I was munching a couple E's before I even walked in. (What can I say, drugs follow me :) Amidst much confusion, we finally got in thru the mass of people. Then, FUCK, I had to run all the way across the festival to the outhouses and take a monster shit! Not cool. I didn't wanna start rollin' in an outhouse, so I made my way to dance it up like a mofo to fucking Dieselboy! I didn't even realize how fucked up I was till I Stopped dancing and walked around the joint. Man, everyone was all hugs and smiles. So many cool diverse people. I even saw some homies playing chess in the middle of everybody walking around and dancing! I ran into SO many cool muthafuckas. People I knew and didn't just kept coming up to me and kickin' it. Lots of E, oh god! This DEMF was so much funner than last year. *As a rule, always bring at least $50 to these type of things.* Many highlights to the night, but I think one of the best moments was when I was dancing my heart out to some intense John Acqaviva (BADASS!), and some random girl came up to me and just said, "You make me so happy." Hell yea, I was lovin' the shit! Haha, my sister is now converted. She's been turned into a 'lil raver. Fucking A, I could go on and on, but I didn't get much sleep and I'm cracked out. DEMF IS THE SHIT. I hope you went. If you didn't, "Fuk Y'all!" |
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| DEMF!!!!!! |
[May. 28th, 2006|01:52 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | excited | ] |
| [ | music |
| | MORTAL KOMBAT!!!!!!!! | ] |
AWWW SHIIITTTT!!!! I'M GOING TO FUCKING DEMF TOMORROW WITH A CAR FULL OF NEEZIES!!!! OMG!!!! |
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