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| this song will make you smile |
[20 Oct 2006|08:52am] |
circulatory system - joy
we're only made of water, sand and stone
we're made of joy and make believe
we're only made of sky, and it's true
if you still believe in joy
even if the world is full of hate
we can blast away inside (way inside)
you can still believe in joy
even when the world is loss and pain
you can blast away inside (way outside)
its no secret we have this little blue world inside
do you still believe in joy
and blast away at confusion and pain?
no matter what you look like (or feel like)
it's no secret we have this little blue world inside
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| Other dimensions. |
[12 Oct 2006|09:02am] |
Last night we were sitting in Alicia's old parent's house messing around when we discovered that if we charged these little stamp sized mirrors with batteries they turned into portals to another dimension. We found ourselves some larger batteries and hooked them up to the bathroom mirror. Alicia's mom went through first, then I followed. I fell for a while through empty space, then found myself on some kind of plastic surface that I slid down in a large spiraling circle for quite some time. At the end of it, I fell into a round pool of water circulating around an island with two staircases on it. Based on the circumferance of the island, it couldn't have been more than 30 feet across, but the stair cases curved up and crossed the island well beyond that distance, disappearing around their corridors.
There were a lot of people there too, some having a good time in rafts, some tossed about by the turbulent waters. Small children cried for their parents and tried to hold on to the edge of their rafts. I asked some young boys behind me what was through the staircase and they encouraged me to check it out. I leaned from the raft and grabbed ahold of the island, pulling us to the edge.
At the top of the staircase the scene changed and I found myself in a strange house. Except it was not the house that was strange, but me. I felt as though I was tripping hard. Everything was yellow, with this crazy glowing aura around it. My voice, when I spoke, sounded like someone else's... deeper and scrambled. There was a man in the house wearing yellow. His eyes were empty, as if he were not a real person, and he didn't speak until I addressed him. When I turned to look at something else and turned back, he had become a woman, also clothed in yellow. I thought of green and the room turned green. I asked the woman what we were supposed to do here and she told me that her friends had disappeared. She pointed outside of the house which was now placed on a larger island to a truck with a trailer behind it. There had been some kind of ship parked there, but it was gone now. I knew we had to return to the sea, so we headed down to the rocky shore. The waves crashed violently, and when we approached the beach a train and its tracks careened over the water in front of us. The waves knocked the train about until it toppled into the sea. To my right a fenced off area appeared. It was full of spider webs, fungus, frogs, insects, and steam. It did not look pleasant and I knew that time had stopped there, for whatever reason.
As soon as we boarded the raft and headed back out into the water, I awoke.
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| Sometimes you forget how beautiful the world is... |
[02 Jul 2006|07:00pm] |
...and then you stay up all night one summer day and watch the sunrise over the water while mother ducks lead their kiddos through the lily pads.
Beauty-full-to-bursting.
I love YOU Alicia Deal.
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| Straight gangsta |
[29 Jun 2006|06:01pm] |
Howdy do muthafuckas it's Weezy Baby
Niggas bitchin' and I got 'em talked to CANNON
Listen close
I got duck tape and rope
I leave you missin' like the fucking old BANDITS
One hand on my money,
One hand on my buddy
That's the AK-47 make this neighborhood love me
Bullets like birds you can heard them bitches humming
Don't let that bird shit, he got a weak stomach
Niggas know I'm sick, I don't spit I vomit
Got it? One egg short of the omelette
Simon says
Shoot a nigga in his thigh and leg
And tell him ketchup like mayonaise
I'm the sickest nigga doing it, bet that baby
These otha niggas dope, I am wet crack baby
Yesss...
Get back, get back boi this is set back
Clumsy ass niccas slip and fall into a deathtrap
Dem boys pussy born without a backbone
And if you strapped we can trade like the DOW Jones
Lit 'em up, I hope he got his towel on
I aim at the moon and get my howl on
Some niccas cry wolf
I am on that dry kush
And when it comes to that paper I stack BOOKS
You heard what I said,
I could put you on your feet or put some money on your head
Life ain't cheap, you better off dead
If you can't pay the fee
Shout out my nicca fee
See every mothafucka at the door don't get a key
Outside lookin' in, so tell me what YOU see
It's about money -- it's bigger than me
I told my homies don't kill him bring the nicca to me
Yea.. don't miss, you fuckin' wit the hit man
Kidnap a nicca and make him feel like a kid again
Straight up I ain't got no conversation for you
Nicca talk to the CANNON
Yeah have a few words wit the CANNON
Tell it to my mothafuckin CANNON
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[13 Jun 2006|11:11am] |
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Anyone have an OiNK invite for an aspiring pirate? I've got about 50 gigs of good music and I'll keep a good ratio.
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| My grandpa sent me this because he's awesome. |
[13 Jun 2006|10:22am] |
"The FDA has been looking for a generic name for Viagra. After careful consideration by a team of government experts, it recently announced that it has settled on the generic name of Mycoxafloppin. Also considered were Mycoxafailin, Mydixadrupin, Mydixarizin, Dixafix, and of course, Ibepokin."
I smirked.
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[24 May 2006|07:41am] |
Losing all judgment is hard.
The harder I try, the more I realize how often I do it.
How do I attain perfect humility?
What good can come from trying to control someone else?
One might say that it shows love. I would say that love and freedom go hand in hand and control sits opposite on the spectrum. Control simply implies that there is something in that person that you do not like or that you disagree with.
Is this truth?
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| Addendum |
[06 May 2006|11:47am] |
My neighborhood:
This plant is growing through the blinds of a local chiropractic practice.
They're tearing this parking lot down. Some locals are pissed because they skate there. This popped up the other day.
Not sure who this is. Am I not counter-culture enough?
This is a lion saying have a good day?
Just thought this was clever. Doubt he knocked it down, but still rad.
Up close. Not the most amazing handstyle I've ever seen, but he's been getting up. He tagged the mailbox right in front of my kitchen window the other day. FedEx is fast with the buff.
Liked the juxtaposition.
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[06 May 2006|09:51am] |
Supreme people living with they backs aligned
Up against the wall 'cuz these days are asinine
( Read more... )
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| Samuri Jack |
[20 Apr 2006|08:34am] |
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This is my latest addiction. Each episode hits on so many different levels: the art and animation are awe inspiring, the dialogue is clever and interesting, and the plot is so simple and complex simultaneously. Jack is an ancient samuri warrior groomed from birth to fight the evil master of illusions, Aku. When Jack grows into a man, he faces Aku, but as he delivers the killing blow, Aku sends him through a portal into the future. In the future, Jack learns that since he was not around to face Aku, Aku has taken over the world. Pictures of Aku sneer out from billboards, toxic sludge pollutes the earth and all of the animals and people are replaced by alien-looking robots. In one episode Jack travels to the bottom of the sea to use the time-machine of these 12-foot tall alien-looking dudes called Triceraquin. In another episode Jack faces an evil mirror illusion of himself that Aku creates, formed of all of his hate and evil. I can't really describe what it is about this show, but Jack is a true hero in the purest sense of the word. The story is timeless -- it reminds me more of a Japanese legend than a cartoon.
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[24 Mar 2006|03:29pm] |
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This is ambition
as ugly as it gets.
Uncommon kids
and their fight against an early death by common sense.
This is motivation
filled with contempt.
Our generation has come of age
and left us here with bitterness.
So when you're feeling jagged
and you think you've gone fucking mad (salt your wounds).
Feel the sting of the things you never had,
the things you always wanted, and the things they said you would never be.
Focus on the pain and find the strength to make your own reality.
Please understand
You only live your life this once.
So don't hold back
And don't live it in a rut. Let's go!
For far too long we’ve heard
“life’s not like that”
from timid souls
longing and filled with regret.
But why should we take advice
from the boring-working-brain-dead?
We’re forward thinking youth;
we can use our own heads.
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[17 Mar 2006|10:10am] |
Now this is not
Your average
Everyday tune
It is in tune
With frequencies
Speakin' through me
And keep reachin'
Way out to you
Seekin' to find
The triple I
Mastery through
The rhythm sticks
Given to listeners
Rendered prisoners
To the mu-mu-mu-mu-music
Inner centered
Vessel astral planning travelers
Sent to this dimension here
To inform the whole planet earth
Time is runnin' out
At any moment death it can occur
Celebrate the moment fully
This is what you have it for
Avid rap fanatic
Magic
Add it and subtract it
Rabid
Mathematic patterns
The sporadic
Manic anthem
Static
Cannot have a chance
Enchanted random
Valiant chantin'
And some
Gallant cabbage grabbin'
Stackin'
Hammer slammin'
Captain
Stabbin talent lackin;
Yappin'
Slackin'
Rappers
Smack 'em
Backwards
Ballads
Tackles
Actors
Savage
At this
Bammer crap is damned and banished
Lavish
Fans will go bananas
And command
Some Gab
A master at this
Transcendental gathering
Of rhythm sticks
The Eagle and The Hawk
I am the eagle, I live in high country
In rocky cathedrals that reach to the sky
I am the hawk and there's blood on my feathers
But time is still turning they soon will be dry
And all those who see me and all who believe in me
Share in the freedom I feel when I fly
Come dance with the west wind and touch on the mountain tops
Sail o'er the canyons and up to the stars
And reach for the heavens and hope for the future
And all that we can be, not just what we are
Poems, Prayers, and Promises
I've been lately thinking
about my life's time
all the things I've done
and how it's been,
and I can't help believin'
in my own mind
I know I'm gonna hate to see it end.
I've seen a lot of sunshine
slept out in the rain
spent a night or two all on my own
I've known my lady's pleasures
had myself some friends
spent a time or two in my own home.
I have to say it now it's been good life all in all,
it's really fine to have a chance to hang around.
and lie there by the fire and watch the evening tire,
while all my friends and my old lady
sit and pass a pipe around
and talk of poems and prayers and promises
and things that we believe in,
how sweet it is to love someone,
how right it is to care,
how long it's been since yesterday
what about tomorrow
and what about our dreams
and all the memories we share,
Days they pass so quickly now,
the nights are seldom long
time around me whispers when it's cold.
The changes somehow frightens me,
still I have to smile
it turns me on to think of growing old.
For tho' my life's been good to me
there's still so much to do
so many things my mind has never known
I'd like to raise a family
I'd like to sail away
and dance across the mountains on the moon.
I have to say it now it's been good life all in all,
it's really fine to have a chance to hang around.
and lie there by the fire
and watch the evening tire,
while all my friends and my old lady
sit and pass a pipe around
and talk of poems and prayers and promises
and things that we believe in,
how sweet it is to love someone,
how right it is to care,
how long it's been since yesterday
what about tomorrow
what about our dreams
and all the memories we share
Rhymes And Reasons
So you speak to me in sadness and the coming of the winter,
fear that is within' you know that seems to never end,
and the dreams that have escaped you and the hope that you've forgotten
and you tell me that you need me now and you want to be my friend
and you wonder where we're going, where's the rhyme and where's the reason
and it's you cannot accept it is here we must begin
to seek the wisdom of the children
and the graceful way of flowers in the wind.
For the children and the flowers for my sisters and my brothers,
their laughter and their loveliness would clear a cloudy day.
Like the music of the mountains and the colors of the rainbow
they're a promise of the future and the blessing for today.
Though the city starts to crumble and the towers fail around us
the sun is slowly fading and it's colder than the sea
it is written: From the desert to the mountains they shall lead us
by the hand and by the heart and they will comfort you and me.
In their innocence and trusting, they will teach us to be free.
For the children and the flowers for my sisters and my brothers,
their laughter and their loveliness would clear a cloudy day.
And the song that I am singing is a prayer for nonbelievers
come and stand beside us we can find a better way.
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[15 Mar 2006|07:52pm] |
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Steve Vai - Bad Horsie |
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 Included in this installment of Things That Are Cool:- Being a dork - Trees - Hearts (for Alicia) - Hookah - Scott - Trolls - Pornstar Mustaches - Dragon carpets - Gnomes - Growing plants - Alicia's new haircut (such a hottie) - Grapes - Poox - Dave and his dogs - Pink elephants - Steel pigs - Space Needles - Graff from the heart - Climbing on crap (and convincing little kids to climb on crap too) - Being emo at Gas Works Park - Alicia's old hair ( Read more... ) |
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[26 Feb 2006|10:12am] |
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[24 Feb 2006|08:05am] |
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In Flames - Come Clarity |
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New experience of the day: Eating cereal with water instead of milk.
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