comaudience

the audience doesn't want you to scream at them, but they need you to scream at them. you need to shock them awake, shake them out of their buttery amerikan coma. otherwise, they won't want to hear the truth. they'd buy anything but. they spend so much money on the lie, they wouldn't know the truth if it was wrapped up like a shiny product. drugs, food, cellphones, rap muzik, reality tv, talentless famous sluts and boy bands and beaver and minimum, we're all the problem, but we have so many issues, including denial, that we accuse all the right people of having our problems. i would know, my own mother and my ex act that way. i know the problem, which gives me the ability to call all of you on all your issues. my mom told me the other day, that i don't know anything about psychology, then i had my very sane, very intelligent, very cool doctor tell me i am not crazy. who would i believe. question everything. question everything, or you will not survive. humanity will not survive. we are already extinct, we're just drugged so far deep into this delusion, we don't know it yet. the puppet masters have taken cuntrol, and we're phuked. we bought their cellphones and watched their puppet show, and were too complacent to get off our asses and take back our freedom. freedom we should be born with and have naturally, not have loaned to us by our faceless parental phigures, and then taken away when we're too phuking docile to notice. how those two words look eerily similar. choose one or the other, but make a phuking choice. don't just cower and let them kill you. act one, was the amerikan dream, the birth of mcdonald's, and the death of jfk. act two, the dream turned into a nightmare. at this point of the puppet show, they want all your money. the president tells you, 'i want you to go shopping', but you never wonder why, cause the products are so shiny to buy. act three, the nightmare turns into a coma, with paris hilton, justin beaver's haircut, lady gagwhore's third attempt at talentless slut popularity, and for the grand finale, the audience dies. wake the phuk up.

it's a distraction. you can be a wake and bake, or a shake awake.

earplugs and no hugs

my mother is the type of person that always has to have the last word. but she never says anything relevant. she just always says shyt that's so illogikal, that i have no choice but to argue it. and then, not only does she put the earplugs in and shut off, but never understands anything i say. arguing with her has become like arguing with my grandmother, but mom denies that she's anything like her mother. i'm trapped in a duststorm. not just in this world, but in my own house. i can't get away from illogikal babble, and i can't find anyone in this world who understands logik. i've said before, einstein would be ashamed. apparently, she misunderstood timothy leary, too. instead of 'turn on, tune in, drop out', she heard it as 'turn off, tune out, and keep babbling'.

logik metal

thinker metal. cerebral metal. alien metal. anything but numetal. i am not phuking numetal. there's no such thing as numetal. numetal is a temporary genre. what are you going to call the next genre, really new metal? post new metal? godsmack is clearly not the same genre as chimaira. get it straight. how about visceral cerebral metal. a couple of words that rappers can't look up in the dictionary. there you go. a rap proof genre. let's see those moronik phukers infiltrate this one. mom once told me that queensrÿche was considered by some to be 'the thinking man's rock and roll'. along with maybe dream theater, and a few others. the first signs of progressive metal, in the early nineties. well, i've evolved lightyears beyond them. they're still in daycare compared to where i've gone. i'm not oldskool, i'm not newskool, i'm postcollege of life. i'm prophessor ø. i offer my fans the truth, in a shocking light. get the blood pumping in the heart as well as the brain. get that phuking pulse beating like two angry bass drums arguing. bring them out of that coma with a taser on acid. we need to move beyond those snappy tunes on the radio. george clooney in overalls. we're tiny, we're toony, we're all a little clooney. shoot the radio. stop letting idiots cuntrol what you listen to. i will stand alone for a while, as the true thinking man's metal. don't worry, tool is busy getting inebriated on squashed grapes. dare to take the next step. metamuzikal alienmetal. urging, demanding others to join me on this level. daring others to join me on this level. they call me 'taser salad'.

man, i love redheads ii

i phelt like updating my old picture.

tatu, obviously, on cad. modified by me.

the frame shows 'red hair, black thoughts' by hart worx.

the window shows gemma craven, who you can't find online anymore.

the wallpaper in the background is of the sydney opera house, in australia.

and the style is xoddx by wb skinner.

the start menu icons are called zippo, for iconpackager.

and, of course, bunches o' shyt not shown.

zeon abraxis

in the movie 'not another teen movie', the girl's name is janey, and dude tries to sing her a song with her name in it, so he sings her 'janie's got a gun', and everyone around her looks at her and freaks, 'janey's got a gun, quick, run away'. so i just saw a name in the credits for kickass, 'ashley stowle', which i assume is pronounced 'stole', so if you see her in a store, and call her name, 'ashley stowle', and the employees look at her, and say 'she's stealing, get her!', and they tackle her. see, if you have a pointless, completely meaningless and stewpid sounding name that doesn't define you as a person, as who you are, if you just have the name of an object or some lame, basik shyt, you could get in trouble. it's time to dump 'bob', and 'joe', and all the thirty billion people with those names, into a phuking black hole, and start being creative. no one ever said we have to copy what everyone else does, or name our children after some other idiot, or keep the same names and utter ridiculousness of labeled idiotudinal embarrassmentality going for a million years, and stay stuck in the same stagnant tarpit of uncreativity and unoriginality and ununiqueness, no one ever said that. we don't have to remain confined to undefined verbal boredom. i'm going to name my next child 'evolve!' (including the exclamation point), how do you like that, neil n' bob tardphukers! and her middle name will be 'thinker'... 'evolve! thinker draven', eternal sister child of rayne miakota, leary samana, newton, sputnik, and my other future child, zion abraxis. none of my children slash minions are ever going to be called 'bob', how uncreative can you possibly get, phuking think! evolve! 'mutate! come home in glory!' (quoted from timothy leary).

headlines and asscracks

headline: mustardstaine poser finds god.
...and i just found the remote, see ya. click.

news flash: i just read on wikipedia, dave mustaine, after being raised as a jehovah's witness (what did they witness, the loss of logik?), is now a born again christian. what idiot, especially a metalhead, what idiot could pick up a bible, after fifty years of life, and think 'wow, that changed my life'. how dumb do you have to be to not see thru their shyt. i know dave is a total actor and poser, and doesn't have a true self to admit to, but did he have to go that far to prove it. i'm not blind, i can pick up a bible, read the first sentence, and think, 'oh, that's a load of horseshyt'. am i the only one who's immune to that phuking book of lies. like getting sucked into a black hole, or getting picked up by a worm on a hook. i guess it's because i'd rather have shrimp than worms, so i'll pass. that's not all i have ranted about, about mustardstaine, he also hates mexicans and fags. typikal christian, i guess; racist, homophobik, and violently in denial. maybe it should have been obvious. what a phuking tool. he's an actor, a fake, a phony panzy pussy poser pantywearing prick, and the worst embarrassment to metal. he's down there with korn and limp bizkit, living like cockroaches, and feeding on korn and limp bizkits, and dying a horrible megadeth sometime soon, so stay tooned. and can someone educate me on something, when did we lose our creativity, and start naming our metal bands after food. that's just as bad as a rapper idiot naming himself after a candy. he'll rot your teeth, and your brain!

and i think mustardstaine is conphuzed and hiding in a very dark closette. someone needs to get him and tom cruise out of there before they say something else stewpid. stoopid. styoupid. dumb duh dum dum dumb!

he's a metallika wannabe. that's all he is. what more do you need to know. he spent his whole life trying to get back in the band, or get revenge, or whatever the phuk he's thinking. i once knew another metallika wannabe. a little redheaded stepchild named james. a spoiled whiny little bitch with too many lessons and no talent. three months worth of red hair, and none on his balls yet. fresh out of the crib. wet behind the fears, and in other places his panties don't want to know about. he got arrested for abusing his tampon. she had one black eye, one pink eye, and sued his ass. and who the phuk would want to aspire to be metallika anyway. are we really that immature. what a colossal failure they are. if your standards are that low, just shoot yourself. there's one simple rule. they only way you can get more, when you've already got everything, is to sell your soul. they had it all. and they wanted more. they got greedy. so they lost everything. and they'll never get it back. when you sign the soulselling contract, there's no guarantee you're not being lied to. the only guarantee you have, is that your ass will pheel sore afterward. don't sign anything, and don't believe anyone else's words, especially from a book with gold lettering. it's a shiny little scam. and definitely don't listen to mustardstaine, or anyone named 'lars'. it's danish for 'scumfag'. or maybe an anagram, who knows. i bet kirk knows. and 'mustaine' is spanish for 'poser'. you know, instead of lars 'acting' like he married kirk, i think he really married mustardstaine. what a bunch of fags. (no offense to gay people, watch south park). i named my last turd 'bono', i'm going to name my next turd 'lars'. just protect your cornhole, kids.

here's a quote from a wannabe comedian acting like a rockstar...
go sue napster, you danish twat!

and for anyone who 'finds god'.
god is lost, and you're a lost cause.

the next step is ours

well, all those youtube videos about october twentyeight, aaand... nuthing happened. yet another prediction date that came and went, and nuthing happened. which could mean any number of possible theories. my guess, is that the people in cuntrol of this stupid world, have temporarily shut off the evolution switch, or are keeping us in a delusion so deep, that it makes the amerikan dream look like someone huffing glue and spacing out. either way, i think the answer is, we need to wake up. in more ways than one. on many different levels, literal, metaphorik, metamorphik, and possibly even ethereally. we grew thumbs for a reason. perhaps it's time we find out why. flip the switch. turn the light on. tell the neanderthal bully he doesn't know who he's phuking with. his time is up. put that wetbehindtheears salamander with thumbs back in his place. in the water. if nature won't take the first step and help us evolve, maybe we need to have the balls to take the next step. maybe they're all waiting for us to step up to the plane. stop being led by a parental phigure of any kind, and start taking responsibility for ourselves. tell daddy to shove it. we all know what that means. we all know what the answer is. it's time to have the balls to admit it to ourselves.

complaints and riddances

if you're not pissed off, then you're not paying attention. i'm pissed off that not enuph people are pissed off. she asked me, 'are you just going to go thru life being an asshole. does that make you happy'... first of all, i'm not the asshole. the people who are phuking us everyday, and destroying the planet, the people i'm bitching about all the time, they are the assholes, but no one realizes or admits that, they all just want to blame me, or everyone but themselves. i'm the problem, cause i'm pissed off, i'm the asshole. if it means being more awake than everyone else, and realizing that there's alot of shyt in this world to be pissed off about, then yeah, it's an extra plus on my side. no one else uses their right to be pissed off, and they all tell me that i'm not supposed to get pissed off. i've got enuph anger for everyone, but i'm never allowed to get pissed off. phuk that. that just pisses me off even more. if you want me to not get so pissed off, then do something to make me phuking happy.

yet another unheard complaint

blogger updated their interface, and just like all the other updates that phuk everything up, i didn't like it. so they asked for feedback, but when i clicked 'submit', they basikally said 'we don't want to hear it, we don't give a shyt what your opinions are, so phuk off'. but, they of course couldn't say that, so they actually said 'something bad happened'. yeah, was there 'bad' language involved? something like 'phuk off and die'?. so, anyway, i thought i'd post it here, just incase i ever get the chance to actually send this to them. but, something tells me they wouldn't give a shyt anyway. no one does anymore. it seems like the word 'progress' has taken on a whole new evility. my entire computer experience is being redesigned for idiots, and not for people like me. when did logik become a bad thing.

don't shock people with a completely new layout, update it slowly, piece by piece, so people can get used to each thing, and learn how to use it, instead of learning where everything is all at once. i liked the old interface, i saw nothing wrong with it, it was easy to use, and i knew where everything was. i saw where there could be some improvements, like organization, but what i just saw was the complete opposite of what i would've done. i couldn't find or understand anything, and was very confused. the majority of the page was stuff i would never use, and the things i did use often, were gone. many of the updates i've seen lately, for anything, they always make features for what 'the average user' would do, but no one considers anymore what 'everyone' would want, so they take out features that i use regularly. and, of course, when i try to submit this, 'something bad happened'. why am i not surprised. that seems to happen a lot lately. why do i get the feeling people don't want to hear my feedback. they make me waste my time on this form, and then 'oops'. if you're going to ask for feedback, at least make it work right.

how about not taking out any features at all. no one can ever explain why they remove features i use. what does it hurt to keep those features. how about putting all your features into neatly organized menus. so i can click on 'blog' and 'create new blog' or 'edit blog', or 'create new post' or 'edit post'.

food chain gang

(inspired by the line in the last post, 'looking for inferior beasts to munch on'). we are the ones who created 'the food chain', and put ourselves at the top of it, just because we invented guns. not a good invention. animals still kill people everyday. but we still think that we're the top of the food chain, cause we just had a steak. did we take that steak directly from the cow, or did we order it from a chef, and buy it. that does not constitute our food chain status. sure, we can kill a cow and eat it, but can we kill a tiger with our bare hands, or better yet, just our teeth, and eat it. we didn't get to the top of the food chain by being smart, but rather bloodthirsty and psychotik. we're thugs with forks. we're selfish, greedy, pretentious animals. there is no 'food chain', therefore we are not at the top of it. why does it have to be a pyramid, why not a circle, or better yet, a cycle. we eat cows, lions eat us, cows eat lions, and lizards are just snacks.

handshakes and mistakes

i just think that the act of shaking hands is a really stupid, pointless, uncomphortable human thing to do. it doesn't give any additional introductory value. really, what do you learn about a person when you do that. what intellectual sustenance does that elementary gesture carry. so you know what his hand pheels like, so what, good for you, you just traded germs and cooties with a stranger, in a simple action you may regret later, good going, sport. that gesture came from the same elementary, lower reptilian brain, kill or be killed mentality that got us into this mess in the first place, where we think we need the security of shaking someone's hand, in order to pheel comphortable talking to them. like you can pheel more secure, you can trust someone if you shake their hand. and what a stupid gesture to think of, to communicate or ensure trust, than 'grab someone's hand, and shake it'. if we really wanted to know if we could trust someone, we should smash our phuking brains together like rocks, and see if we get a spark. and how many people who hate eachother, still shake hands, just to look 'proper', or give the deceiving appearence of 'friendship'. unevolved lizards have no clue what 'proper' is, and yet they overuse it, and build a society around it. we are not civilized, no matter how much we lie to ourselves, we are bloodthirsty beasts in a jungle of darkened mind functions, looking for inferior beasts to munch on, just to survive and better understand our dogmatik structured strict socalled moral beliefs that keep us in the illuzion that we're sophisticated human beings with suits and ties. just because we have the ability to talk, doesn't mean we've developed it enuph to understand what the phuk we're saying. and we communicate this by grabbing onto eachother's barely unwebbed grubby phalanges, and introducing ourselves as some redundant name like 'bob'. how about we communicate our level of intelligence and universal comprehension by tattooing our iq levels and greatest intellectual accomplishments on our forehead, and walking around with a squeegee stuck in our stupid short hairdos. we're sophisticated monkeys with thumbs. syncronicity has yet to dawn on our collective selective horizon. we're just waiting for the apple to fall a little further from our tree.

blame it on the reign

The Oracle: this is from 'the god delusion'. thought you could use it somewhere. it says alot. The take-home message is that we should blame religion itself, not religious extremism - as though that were some kind of terrible perversion of real, decent religion. Voltaire got it right long ago: 'Those who can make you believe absurdities can make you commit atrocities.' So did Bertrand Russell: 'Many people would sooner die than think. In fact they do.'
The Reverend: i knew about the two zep songs by maynard, but i did not know that one was on the soundtrack... i own both maynard versions, and so do you... the dawkins part is pretty good... voltaire was a smart man... someone once recommended 'voltaire' to me, not the writer, like you would think, but some 80's pop muzician by the same name that turned out to be an idiot... why is it that most of the time, whenever someone recommends muzik to me, it usually ends up sucking horribly and i have something new to add to my hate list... but whenever i recommend anything to anyone else, they usually end up liking it... anyway, my thought about that dawkins part... the voltaire quote, 'those who can make you believe absurdities can make you commit atrocities'... the bad part about that, is the word 'make'... the fact that anyone can make anyone do anything is just wrong
The Reverend: we need to step up our emotional maturity and be responsible for ourselves... it was irresponsibility that got us into this mess in the first place, people wanting some big wizard boss to take care of them and do everything for them
The Reverend: '... perversion of real, decent religion...'... no religion is decent... if it keeps you from thinking for yourself by putting a gun in your insecure little hand and telling you to kill those who don't believe what you believe, end the lives of the ones you can't convert... it's to blame for this whole phuking psychotik murderous shytfest we're in now... everytime we've gone to war, has been because of religion, too many times has someone murdered someone else because of religion... once is too many, but we let it go so far beyond that because we were afraid to stand up and make a protest, because our holy books tell us not to... it was worked into a flawless plan... or so we thought... now we know, it was very flawed.

reign of regrets

you know, when the police state arrives in full force, you'll be sorry you didn't listen to me. when they initiate their reign of terror, and prove themselves to be the truly demonik, bloodthirsty, powerhungry dominant cuntrollers of society, that i had warned you about, you'll be sorry you didn't listen to me. you'll suddenly hate them for killing bill hicks, and you'll hate yourself for not listening to him. for thinking he was a freak. or that i'm a freak. these freaks were trying to save you, save the world. but no one would listen. they remained patriotik, supporting their cuntry no matter what they did, and being deliberately blind to whatever was happening that people tried to protest. 'that couldn't be our government, those people are just insane, our government is the best in the world, and we can trust them completely, they wouldn't be out to destroy people unless we were taught to hate them'. whoever the government tells you to hate, you hate them, so the government has an excuse to murder them, to keep you safe. but when you're no longer safe from your own government, where will that blind patriotizm disappear to, i wonder. will your guns come in handy? will your money buy your way out of this hell? will you still be thankful that you were born here, or that you trusted the wrong people? will you still be against me. will you cower and hide. will you run. will you kill. will you change your phuking mind. will you evolve. will you discover any truth. or will your time come soon. will it find you hiding under their arm. what would you do, if your father pointed a gun at you. the father you've trusted all your life. what would you do. would you start thinking? or would you stand there and willingly die. unsure if there's anything after that. well, you waited too long, it's too late, there's nuthing you can do now. enjoy your last few moments of fear, and regret that you could've done something, but didn't listen to the warnings.

your site sucks

a couple complaints that needed to be said. the first one, about my vizit to playlist.com, the second about a clock i recently bought from walmart, and am returning by throwing it thru their window, and the third, a short little 'phuk you' to webshots.com (one of many complaints toward them, cauze they blow goat).

to playlist.com:

i sign up for an account, and immediately i'm bombarded with eminem links, and other rap crap. then, i search for metal artists, and you only have a few songs, and most of them are duplicates. most songs are misnamed. you can't browse by artist, or album, or similar artists, or song name, or anything that would be remotely convenient. what's the point of this site? i'd much rather just play my music on my computer, and not have to 'share' with people who push crap on me that i don't like, like rap. if you're going to have music on your site, be respectful to people's tastes, don't push music they don't want to see or hear, and have all music, not just a few songs from metal artists, but all songs from eminem. this is the most annoying and useless music site i've ever seen, infact, the worst site i've seen since i deleted my myspace account. you seriously need to rethink your site, starting with the point of it. everywhere i go, i get eminem shoved down my throat, cause he's so popular, and i hate him. if someone likes just metal, don't stick eminem in their face before they've even had time to create their account and set their tastes, which is another thing you can't do on this site, block certain artists from your tastes. i spent half an hour on here, and regret every second. see ya!

to walmart.com:

first of all, what's the point of making an atomic clock that doesn't work if you have other wireless shyt in your house. why not have it receive its signal from my router, or hook up to my computer somehow. and secondly, why can't anyone make a clock that has the date and temp like i want, but that also has a backlight, or bright numbers, so you can see it at night. are we seriously not technologically advanced enough that no one has thought of combining those two features yet?

i looked online at all sorts of stores and all sorts of clocks. if they had bright numbers to see them at night, they didn't have the date, and if they had the date, you couldn't see them at night. do we really only have those two separate types of designs to choose from, do we really put more thought into the looks of it than the functionality or usability.

and you shouldn't have it advertized on your site with a picture of it with the backlight lit, if the backlight doesn't stay lit. and why make a clock that runs on batteries, with a possible backlight, if you can't use the backlight all the time, because it would kill the batteries. it's pointless. don't most clocks these days plug into something.

do we really need to have geniuses designing our clocks because no one else can handle that type of complexity, or imagine better designs. someone needs to seriously rethink the whole clock idea. i can't believe i can't find the one clock i want. i have to just settle with the same, simple, lame crap everyone else has, and hope that someday, someone has an epiphany.

i imagined having a clock that had a small, thin, flat base, and the thin, flat face bent up from the front of the base, so the face could lean back over the base, so from the side view, it would look like an upsidedown 'seven'. and it would have giant, bright green numbers for the time (or you could maybe even be able to change the colours, wow, what a concept), and then under that, have the day of the week, the date, and the temperature, just like this one, but bigger and brighter and thinner, with more clock area, and not so much boxing around the clock. and it would be an atomic clock that would connect to read the time through my computer's usb port, or even just read a wireless signal from my router, and would also plug into the wall outlet, so i wouldn't have to buy ten million batteries a month. is that too much to ask.

to webshots.com:

if i'm paying for wallpapers, which is dumb enough in the first place, but if i'm paying for quality wallpapers, your photographers need to learn how to take a picture. i can take better pictures than this. if you're going to charge for pictures, make sure they're top quality, and that you can't find better pictures elsewhere for free.

i copyrighted my ass

we should really live in a world where you don't have to copyright everything. if you take a picture of a sunset, you shouldn't copyright it, cauze you didn't create the sunset. if you uze english wordz to write a poem, you didn't create thoze wordz, so why copyright it. if you wrote a song that haz the default 'bass, snare, bass, snare' beat, why copyright that. the only reazon we copyright shyt iz so no one will steal it. but why? phuk it, let them steal it, at least your art iz getting out there. if you keep the original piecez of all your work, you can still put them out az you have them, but if someone wants to do something different with them, why should we set thoze limitationz. if someone wanted to rewrite one of my poemz their way, what would i gain from not letting them do that. if we create an operating system, and copyright it, we're limiting what people can do with it. you just created something with potential to evolve, and then you locked it in a cage. we write a song about how the world should be free, and then we copyright the song, so no one can build on it. why. where iz that getting us. more money in a society that worships money, a society we hate. a society so codependant with money, that we can't exist without it. that's just syck. if we want to make this world better, there are steps we need to take, instead of charging people money for each step, so they're afraid to take a step, or they'll be pushed backwardz. a society based on fear. stop being afraid of having your art stolen. don't copyright it, just copy it, keep the original, and let people do what they wish with the other copiez. the more copiez that are out there, the more people are reading your message. don't give birth to an important message, and then hold onto it for dear life, get your message out there. to let it truly spread like a virus, you have to set it free. this thought © me.

ozztek speak

windowz iz a scam. when you buy a mac, you can keep that mac for a long time, and it updates and everything. but microsoft's goal iz to make az much money az possible, by selling az much az possible. why do you think windowz haz virusez and shyt. and when you buy a new laptop, you don't get the windowz cd, so you can reinstall after a virus, if you need to. no, they want you to keep buying new computerz every so often. it's eazier to just buy a new computer, rather than to try and salvage the old one. and i'm not advocating mac in any way. if they wanted more uzerz, they'd make a rightclick button. so what do you do when you don't like any of the operating systemz out there? you make your own. phuk the industry. my os will be completely customizable, and will actually work. ozztek industriez haz the answer. you just have to ask the question. do you want to bring style and functionality, even uzability back to your desktop. anticipate the 'mai owne' operating system from ozztek. finally, your computer will make you happy.

teacher'z dirty looks

i'm sure, someday, it will get to the point where we encourage, or even demand thinking, and have skoolz based on evolution, and we don't just shove an eighty year old textbook infront of our children in an old classroom, but we teach thought, learning, selfteaching, and individuality, and teach individually, and take the class outside everyday, not just for recess. strengthen our children'z mindz, and give them the toolz to learn further after skool. skoolz should be about education, not stupification. and if a band pops up that starts singing about relationships, or sex, or dancing, or phuking mmmbop, we send them back to skool. i'm not saying take the joy out of being a child, which iz what our skoolz already do, i'm saying let the joy of being a child be taught with maturity. let our children show us how. and instead of saying the pledge of allegiance every morning, and indoctrinating choiceless obediance and blind patriotizm, we say timothy leary'z 'think for yourself' quote. and celebrate the end of the day with a mushroom pizza. life can be so much more phun, if we mature, and learn how to have phun.

naked

Main Entry: naked
Part of Speech: adjective
Definition: without covering
Synonyms: au naturel, bald, bare, bare-skinned, bared, barren, defenseless, denuded, disrobed, divested, exposed, helpless, in birthday suit, in dishabille, in the altogether, in the buff, in the raw, leafless, natural, nude, open, peeled, raw, stark-naked, stripped, threadbare, unclad, unclothed, unconcealed, uncovered, undraped, undressed, unprotected, unveiled, vulnerable, without a stitch
Antonyms: clothed

melo playlist

98 tracks in playlist, average track length: 4:50
Playlist length: 7 hours 54 minutes 26 seconds

1. Aerosmith - Boogieman (2:16)
2. Alice in Chains - Am I Inside (5:09)
3. Alice in Chains - Brother (4:27)
4. Alice in Chains - Don't Follow (4:22)
5. Alice in Chains - Down in a Hole (5:38)
6. Alice in Chains - Got Me Wrong (4:12)
7. Alice in Chains - I Stay Away (4:14)
8. Alice in Chains - No Excuses (4:15)
9. Alice in Chains - Nutshell (4:19)
10. Alice in Chains - Rain When I Die (6:01)
11. Alice in Chains - Right Turn (3:17)
12. Alice in Chains - Rotten Apple (6:58)
13. Alice in Chains - Whale & Wasp (2:36)
14. Altered State - Ghost Beside My Bed (5:50)
15. Amethystium - Treasure (5:53)
16. Bill Hicks - Drugs Have Done Good Things (1:19)
17. deftones - battle-axe (5:01)
18. deftones - beauty school (4:47)
19. deftones - birthmark (4:18)
20. deftones - digital bath (4:15)
21. deftones - good morning, beautiful (3:28)
22. deftones - lifter (4:43)
23. deftones - minerva (4:17)
24. deftones - minus blindfold (4:04)
25. deftones - one weak (4:28)
26. deftones - pins and needles (3:23)
27. deftones - root (3:41)
28. Delain - April Rain (4:36)
29. Delain - Frozen (4:43)
30. Delain - Start Swimming (5:21)
31. Divinyls - Back to the Wall (4:39)
32. Divinyls - Pleasure and Pain (3:51)
33. Down - Landing on the Mountains of Meggido (7:48)
34. Down - Nothing in Return (Walk Away) (8:54)
35. Enigma - Back to the Rivers of Belief (10:32)
36. Enigma - Callas Went Away (4:27)
37. Enigma - Knocking on Forbidden Doors (4:31)
38. Enigma - Mea Culpa (5:03)
39. Enigma - Principles of Lust (11:43)
40. Enya - Anywhere Is (3:59)
41. Enya - Book of Days (2:56)
42. Enya - Flora's Secret (4:07)
43. Enya - It's in the Rain (4:08)
44. Enya - Love in the Rayne (2:37)
45. Enya - Only If (3:19)
46. Enya - Orinoco Flow (4:26)
47. Enya - Wild Child (3:47)
48. Gary Numan - My Breathing (6:41)
49. Jane's Addiction - Ocean Size (4:19)
50. Jerry Cantrell - Angel Eyes (4:44)
51. Jerry Cantrell - Anger Rising (6:14)
52. Jerry Cantrell - Psychotic Break (4:09)
53. Machine Head - Deafening Silence (5:33)
54. Machine Head - Death Church (Convent Mix) (6:28)
55. Machine Head - Descend the Shades of Night (7:46)
56. Machine Head - Old (Eve of Apocalypse Mix) (6:01)
57. Medicine - Time Baby III (3:52)
58. Monster Magnet - lòóktøyøûrørbførthèwàrnìng (4:43)
59. Ocean Machine - Bastard (10:17)
60. Ocean Machine - Funeral (8:06)
61. Ocean Machine - Life (4:31)
62. Ocean Machine - Night (4:45)
63. Pink Floyd - Learning to Fly (4:53)
64. Sirenia - Absent Without Leave (4:54)
65. Sirenia - The Other Side (3:55)
66. Smashing Pumpkins - 1979 (4:25)
67. Soilwork - Martyr (4:17)
68. Sonic Syndicate - Affliction (5:13)
69. Sonic Syndicate - Beauty and the Freak (3:32)
70. Sonic Syndicate - We Rule the Night (4:00)
71. Supertramp - Goodbye Stranger (5:50)
72. T ò ó L - H. (6:07)
73. T ò ó L - Stinkfist (5:11)
74. t.A.T.u. - All the Things She Said (3:34)
75. t.A.T.u. - Clowns (Can You See Me Now?) (3:12)
76. t.A.T.u. - How Soon is Now? (3:15)
77. t.A.T.u. - Show Me Love (Extended) (5:10)
78. The Birthday Massacre - Always (4:11)
79. The Birthday Massacre - Control (3:20)
80. The Birthday Massacre - I Think We're Alone Now (3:57)
81. The Birthday Massacre - In the Dark (3:42)
82. The Birthday Massacre - Pale (3:58)
83. The Birthday Massacre - Pins and Needles (4:19)
84. The Birthday Massacre - Shallow Grave (3:47)
85. The Birthday Massacre - Sideways (3:25)
86. The Birthday Massacre - Sleepwalking (3:49)
87. The Birthday Massacre - Two Hearts (3:20)
88. The Cars - Heartbeat City (4:30)
89. The Cars - I'm Not the One (4:14)
90. The Cure - Burn (6:39)
91. Thomas Newman - Dead Already (3:18)
92. Tiamat - Cain (6:06)
93. Tool - Opiate (5:21)
94. Tool - Swamp Song (5:31)
95. Tool - Sweat (3:47)
96. Type O Negative - Everything Dies (7:43)
97. Type O Negative - Love You to Death (7:08)
98. Vision of Disorder - Living to Die (4:06)

vizionz of a hippiechild

the government iz going to kill me just like they killed bill hicks, and many otherz. they don't want people fighting against their liez, and speaking the truth. if i just happen to die from a car accident, or cancer, or a heartattack, or a crazy lone gunman, or a 'suicide'... whatever it may be, it couldn't be more obvious. it waz them. follow my lead, grow your knowledge, feed your knowledge, and uze that knowledge to bring them crashing down, so we can live freely for once. every civilization iz destroyed by man'z greed. uze that information to try to live peacefully for a few generationz. give your children a chance to be children. don't force them to go to skool for twelve yearz, let them play in the fieldz of creative passion, and teach them what they need to know when they need to know it, by yourselvez. they don't need pencilz, or books, or teacher'z dirty looks and psychologikal abuse. let us learn what true freedom can really be. let us connect with the earth, thru her toolz of communication that she givez us. stop destroying everything. learn to live in harmony with eachother and the earth herself. raize your intellect, instead of your stack of dollar billz. make knowledge the new currency for a new world. learn to love everything again. learn to learn.

update: don't puss out, and cower down to their power and cuntrol. don't let them murder you, too. stand together and fight. unite, if only for the one cauze of demanding your freedom. ignorance may be bliss, but knowledge can bring peace. you can chooze to be blissfully unaware of the destruction of everything, including yourself, or you can chooze to uze your head, make them dead, and learn to live in peace. if we let them cuntinue their game of ignorance and murder, they will bring about their armageddon. they will destroy this planet, and all the meaningful artistik bæuty we have created in moments of clarity. but if we uze that artistik vizion to fight hatephire with lovephire, fight their smashin' with passion, take away their little toyz of destruction, and sit them in the corner of their own darkness and death, for their definition of their eternity, uze their weaponz against them, give them an overdose of their own medicine that they're killing us with, and rid the world of their violence fetish and addiction, then we would be in awe of all the new wayz we could live, love, and learn in peace, in harmony with the earth and all her living creaturez. all we have to do, iz make a choice, right now. run, cower and die, or think, fight and live. 'you don't fight for peace, you peace for peace'... david icke. we shouldn't have to fight for peace, but we've sat in submission for so long, and let the government have their way for so long, that they've taken cuntrol of the game, and they've made that the rule. so we have no choice. we have to fight one last great fight, in order to appreciate the peace we're fighting for. you've been sitting on the couch drinking their beer and watching their tv for far too long. it's time to walk out that door of comphortability, and into the world of fear, wake your neighbor up, no matter your disagreements, and unite to fight with sight for the right to true freedom. your government made you complacent and docile for a reazon. so you wouldn't fight back. it's time to leave that behind, and look to the future. if you can't see what's going to happen, and how life might be, then phuking do something about it to make it the way you want it. allow your mind to show you the direction. then allow your heart to guide you along the path. if we don't do it now, we may never do it, and thingz will end before you know it. don't let them have their way. make a choice. now.

eight phuking percent

stolen (and paraphrazed) from liltecca'z journal on da:

you say taylor swift, i say devin townsend.
you say lady gagwhore, i say machine head.
you say miley cyrus, i say lamb of god.
you say t-pain (whoever the phuk that iz), i say tool.
you say kesha, i say sonik syndicate.
you say justin beaver, i say you're a moron.
you say korn, i say you're a trendaddict.
you say feminem, i don't give a phuk what you say.

ninetytwo percent of teenz have turned to pop and rap.
if you're part of the eight percent that still listen to real muzik, then i think you would agree, we need to do something about this shyt.

this waz my comment:

mutherphuker. i knew it waz bad, but that's just syckening. i'm not going to copy/paste this, but i agree wholeheartedly. the phuk iz wrong with people. not only doez pop and rap suck, but it's the intellectual equivalent to a moth on your ceiling. phuk that. i'm bringing thinking back. i want to get your blood pumping in your heart with fast, angry muzik, and then get the blood flowing in your mind with conscious lyriks. it's time to wake the phuk up and smell the homeless.

critiks can suck a goat

i just read a little excerpt from the wikipedia page on marilyn manson'z 'mechanikal animalz' album, which happenz to be my favourite album. but i didn't read the whole page, i don't have that kind of time, there'z too many people to bitch at in this stupid world. but i just happened to read this little bit, and it made me want to vomit cockroach turdz out of my 3yeballz. get a load of this cracknugget, he must be so proud of himself, pompous little prick.

Not everyone gave the album a glowing review (yeah, only snobbitch cockgullets like this would have to add their two negative cents, cauze that's all their verbal pigtrash iz worth). Music critic Robert Christgau commented, "If only the absurd aura of artistic respectability surrounding this arrant self-promoter would teach us that not every icon deserves a think piece (yeah, tell me, do you even know what a 'think piece' iz, you selfworshipping goatnugget?), that it's no big deal to have a higher IQ than Ozzy Osbourne (now that's just a repulsive statement for any metalhead. there'z not one metalhead out there who doezn't like ozzy, dickwrench. if you're dumb enuph to make that comparison, then ozzy iz a phuk of alot smarter than you), that the Road of Excess leads to the Palace Theater [...] Its strategy is to camouflage the feebleness of La Manson's (ooh, sounding a little fancy for your silkladen asspillow with the fluffy buttplug, don't you think) vocal affect by pretending it's deliberate (soundz like you're pretending you know what the phuk you're talking about, when you have no phuking clue. get the phuk over yourself already, asspuppet. you should learn to question your obligatorial dysphunkshun) —one more depersonalizing production device with which to flatten willing cerebella (need to take a nap?) whilst confronting humankind's alienation, amorality, and failure to have a good time on Saturday night." (i think you might have forgotten what you're talking about there... or did you forget what speciez you're part of, monkeyphonix).

what an asshole... if you're going to critique metal, make sure you phuking like it first, douchecrozby! by the way, this idiot's an old fart. what the phuk iz he doing listening to marilyn phuking manson?!?!?! of course he wouldn't have anything enlightening to say about it, the word 'enlightening' waz birthed six hundred yearz after he had hiz first aneuryzm! someone once said, 'you don't know which end of your body you want to babble out of first'.

mom commented: yeah, and he is so snobby, i don't even understand what his complaint is. way too snooty to possibly understand anything about manson.

so, i of course had two cents to offer this illiterate brainbum, and of course, some mindtrash to litter hiz cardboard mindbox on hiz part of the street. this iz essentially for all the socalled 'critiks' out there. eat this, you birdturdz.

that dickhead scuntwrangler actually thinks that if he uzez big wordz, and soundz intellectual by putting good wordz together, that we'll listen to him, and agree with what he sayz... what a douchebag... he probly had to open a dictionary to write that crap. i can do that too, asshole, i can uze big wordz and sound smart, too... how about this... shove an octopus up your ass, so it can make excellent use of its inkly tentiklez to poizon your feeble verbikular receptikle till you bleed out every orifice, obzerving az you loze your last inch of intestinal disgustitude, and then you're forced to murder yourself with the nearest jellyfish tentikular protruzion, just to make sure you go to the infernal eternal abyss of phirey damnation that iz the tiny mental headspace you think in, every second of your pathetik little medullaoblongataless life, you scumphuk little braindink, with a pencil in each 3yehole, and a pen in your pineal gland of occipital orbital stupiditude, so az to make absolute sure you can't see past your own asshole mudfest of meaningless existence, and the only wingz you'll ever evolve toward acquiring are the wingz on your minipad, you cuntscope of lustial beastial servitude. how'z that, you little prick, iz that a good enuph 'critique' for you, you dumb phuk. critiks have no talent to make art themselvez, so they have to trash everyone else'z art with their snootycooter opinionz that don't matter for shyt. opinionz are like assholez, everyone'z got one, and i've got one for you, here, sniff this, assmonger. i just wiped my buttwhistle with your 'opinion'. there, there'z your phuking critique, that's what i think of you and your brainpuke bullshyt, go phuk yourself. phuking pigeonraping clownmolester. go crying to your mother now, and get some milky nipple to satisfy your starving trashtummy, you phuking distipitous, dikshunaryless wordbaby. you just got nounphuked by the wizard of wordz, you twatwaffle. in the wordz of my retarded grandmother who'z smarter than you, 'don't let it give you nightmarez'. drown in your own pitypiss. the world could uze less of you. eat my asspancakes, you selfish pusspie. you just got taken down by the mutherphuking word magician, i bet your biscuits are burnin' now, you little scruntphuk, how doez that pheel. i just can't stop myself, i wonder why. i can puke nonsense, too, you talentless sheepclone. wash your Th3rd 3ye with your grandpappy'z douchebottle, and shove your typewriter up your scrotalvag asstrumpet, and then sit in the corner and deepthroat my wizdomrectum till you get a clue, brainstein. phuk off and die.

and that's just my most recent attack on critiks. i wrote a few otherz many yearz ago, but thanks to a scumcrumbly whore, they seem to be missing at the moment. if i find them, or retrieve them from the alien æther sometime soon, you'll be the first to acquire thoze bullets. and again, this dumbcelebrater iz an old fart. i'm only thirtytwo, and i just tore him a new one. we should appreciate our children more.

before we go, let's take a short look at this worthless scumbastard... Robert Christgau (born April 18, 1942) is an American essayist, music journalist, and self-proclaimed "Dean of American Rock Critics". they say 'selfproclaimed' for a reazon, asspatty. let's take a minute and toss elephant shyt at this moron, and try to push our envelope a little.

the 'conspiracy' theory

i have a theory about why we have so many 'conspiraciez' in this world. it's called 'the bloodthirsty power and cuntrol of the police state'. if you're too patriotik to care, and want to defend your cuntry with your gunz, then you have alot to learn. there'z something wrong with you, if you think everything'z ok, being willingly blind to the truth. submissively patriotik in the guize of denial. if you think all thoze 'security cameraz' and satellites are just for 'security', then you probly need security, becauze you're insecure, psychotik, and need some sort of crutch or 'guardian', cauze you can't think for yourself, you're still a child in a kindergarten mind. just becauze you're thirtysomething and can pay billz doezn't mean you're an adult. you have this 'secure' pheeling, becauze the cuntry you love iz watching over you. ironikally, that's not far from the truth, unlike you. and boy, will you pheel so betrayed, and so conphuzed and abandoned when they take over, and rip your 'freedom' away from you.

some lame crap

i waz 'tagged' on da. but i didn't want to post this there. but i liked my answerz, so i thought i'd post it here.

1. you must post theze rulez. not.
2. each tagged person must post ten thingz about themselvez on their journal.
3. you have to chooze and tag ten people and post their iconz on the same journal. not.
4. go to their pagez and tell them you tagged them. not.
5. no tag backs. this iz not a 'tagback', it's just an answer.
6. tag ten people. you said that already.

okay, i'm finally going to do this lame crap. i waz tagged by you. phuker. but i'm not 'tagging' ten other people, cauze a: i don't know that many people, and b: everyone i know hates this crap, too. and i'm not wasting a journal for this either, cauze a: no one readz my journalz, and b: my journal space iz for much more important shyt. besidez, i like the one i have up right now. so i'm just going to post this in your comment area, so you know i did it, and can see my crappy answerz.

1. i'm a writer and muzician, and a thinker. be ware.
2. i have an arsenal of good wordz in my warhead.
3. i've been in mental homez.
4. i've done lsd six timez, and i'm well squeegee'd.
5. i waz bill hicks in my last life.
6. i just had to trim my fingernailz, cauze i couldn't type.
7. i'm an alien. i'm not from here. i mean that.
8. i have a truly massive mp3 collection, with no rap. imagine that.
9. i'm the most dangerous evolutionist.
10. i hope my daughter turnz out like 'hit girl'.

groove on, homeburger.

'save the wildlife' update

it's the big corporation that makes the game, and makes the rulez of the game, and tellz the little 'wildlife saving organization', 'you have to do it this way, you have to give us more money, or else we're going to destroy your precious wildlife'. they're going to destroy it anyway, but we give them the money, to 'buy some time', but the big corporation haz all the money, so they make all the rulez, and they do whatever they want. it's a scam. the more money you have, the more money you make. if you have more money than anyone else, then you own them. something i said, 'the death of one iz tragik. the death of millionz iz magik'. and the death of a forest iz money.

how 'saving the wildlife' really works

a multibilliondollar corporation threatenz wildlife somewhere. then, a small bizness or organization that's trying to save wildlife, must put up more cash to pay the big corporation more money to stay away from that area of wildlife for a short while, till the small organization can raize more money. and all that money comez from poor people. rich people aren't paying a phuking dime, they're just making more and more money. meanwhile, wildlife everywhere iz being destroyed, cauze the small organization can't raize enuph money from all the poor people who want to save wildlife. it's not about wildlife at all. it's all about money. whoever haz more money, gets more money, just by threatening something poor people like or care about. next, they'll threaten our freedom, food, air, water, and livez. till we have nuthing left. then, they own us. we are spiraling into worldwide slavery. the more money we give them, the more they own us. but what if we boycott money. stop spending it, stop making it, stop giving it to them. grow our own food, and live like poor people for a while. what would happen to the economy that's fake anyway, and only benefits them, not us. who would take it for granted. who would loze money. more importantly, who would loze power. are humanz eazily enslaved. how do we know, how can we be sure that thoze wealthy corporationz are even human. anyone who wants to own humanity, own an entire race, cannot be part of that race themselvez. and to think, they don't want us to believe in alien life, other planets, or ufoz. i wonder why. no one else ever seemz to wonder why, but i ask the important question: why. that's the number one question that will save us all. why. save us all, or enslave us all. it's a war between billion dollar corporationz, and humanity. we have been trained to feed off their products, and they in turn feed off us. where can we break the cycle. where can we turn the table. where can we stop the power. the moment we all collectively ask 'why'.

the massez are people who chooze to not know how anything works, chooze to blindly follow their leader, without knowing what the leader'z intentionz or agenda are. they hate conspiracy theorists, for no real reazon, other than becauze we question what they don't want to question. we threaten the stability of their belief system. and we all know what that can do. people kill over their beliefs. if you threaten their beliefs, they will kill you. blood iz like money now. they aren't phuking around. they will defend their religion and their government to the death. most of them don't even know why, but they don't care to question it. they don't care to know who they're following, or why. but they'll relentlessly and blindly trust whoever they're following, just becauze their 'leaderz' told them to, and took their money, and gave them false hope. an amerikan dream. at the cost of our blood. we could call them sheep, or cattle, or rats, but even rats are more intelligent than they are. rats, sheep, and cattle don't have illogikal belief systemz that they blindly defend with bloodshed. they have a deathgrip on their biblez, gunz, and money. the exact oppozite of what their god wanted. but if you tell them that, if you call them on their bullshyt, if you point out their hypocrisy, they will kill you. death iz not sacred to them, it's just another product. they don't care that they're ending someone'z life on this planet, over their erroneous interpretation of their god'z word, who told them to love thy neighbor. 'thou shalt not kill' doez not have a footnote. neither doez the freedom of speech. you'd do well to remember that. we are not a product. we are the wildlife that haz been tamed and sold. cuntrolled. be bold; say something.

reazonz to upgrade my ass

here are microsoft's so called 'reazonz' to upgrade to windowz7, listed on their own website.

'make the thingz you do every day eazier with improved desktop navigation'.

first of all, i have no trouble navigating my desktop. i guess cauze i have a brain. secondly, 'make the thingz you do eazier', what thingz? what everyone else doez? and third, it's not improved. you took out many optionz that i uze, so how would that be making it eazier? can you make a hidden icon bar on the right of your desktop? no, you can't. can you customize your taskbar layout? no, you can't. how iz that eazier, what it's eazy cauze there'z less shyt you can do to customize anything? my ass. you have less cuntrol over what your desktop looks like, so it just looks like everyone else'z? iz 'uniformity' 'in' this year? i don't think so.

'start programz faster and more eazily (now you can't even word thingz correctly), and quickly find the documents you uze most often'.

you could do all of that in xp, so how iz that 'new'. my programz start just fine. it doezn't depend on windowz speed, but rather your processor, so you're selling a lie. and 'find the documents', yeah, that would be nice, if your 'search' worked at all. my 'search' works just fine, no need to change that.

'make your web experience faster, eazier (finally uzed the right wording), and safer than ever with ie8'.

yeah, that's not a windowz7 feature, any idiot knowz that. i have ie8, and i hate it, too.

'watch many of your favourite tv showz for free when and where you want with internet tv'.

again, not a windowz7 feature, any idiot can get that on the internet, just like netflix and youtube and all the other tv sites out there, so now you're just making shyt up, you can't even have a decent list of reazonz to upgrade. if you've got nuthing to sell, no wonder you're selling liez.

'eazily create a home network and connect your pcz to a printer with homegroup'.

again, i can do that with xp.

'run many windowz xp buziness programz in windowz xp mode'

now that's just stupid. why upgrade to 7, if you're just going to be uzing xp still. duh. the dumbest reazon yet. also, not only do you have to have a more expensive verzion of 7 just to do that, but it's also a seperate download!!! what a phuking joke! now that's something to advertize.

'connect to company networks eazily and more securely with domain join'.

first of all, that's a dumb name. and second, it's still not a good enuph reazon to upgrade. how many people would need, or actually uze that feature. and i'm sure they could all do it just az good with xp. how about a reazon not to upgrade. one: less problemz with xp. two: i get to keep my stylez and phylez where i like them, not to mention all my settingz.

'in addition to full system backup and restore found in all editionz, you can back up to a home or bizness network'.

first, again, mom'z backup shyt came with her toshiba laptop, not windowz7. second, i can do all that shyt with xp. still not a reazon to upgrade. 7 iz dezigned for idiots, making everything 'eazier' to do. if you're a retard, sure, you'd want to upgrade to a phuked up os, just cauze shyt's 'eazier'. if you have half a brain, you can phigure out how to do all this shyt yourself, just fine, on xp. shyt, i bet i could do some of this shyt on windowz 98 without any problemz or knowledge. this iz just dumb.

'help protect data on your pc and portable storage devicez against loss or theft with bitlocker'.

again, not a windowz7 feature. and you don't need 'bitlocker' to do that with. i have mirrored harddrivez. my phylez are safe. and why advertize two featurez that are that similar. most people don't care about file safety, when all they do iz gamez, and it takes ten minutes to reinstall your game, and pick up where you left off. and the people who do care about file safety, have better wayz of protecting filez, so your 'featurez' are a bunch of horseshyt.

and last one... 'work in the language of your choice and switch between any of 35 languagez'.

and still not a windowz7 exclusive feature. that's just sad, you couldn't come up with one good reazon to upgrade to 7. the only reazon to upgrade, iz for better animationz and transparenciez, which a: you didn't advertize, b: iz so minor, most people would never notice or care. it's not a technologikal breakthrough. and c: i can get with xp.

so what's my incentive to upgrade? more problemz, less functionality and featurez, less optionz, almost no customization, and did i mention, more problemz? and to get the last few of thoze featurez you listed, you have to pay more, and get a better, more expensive verzion. where'z the good in that? people are sheep, they will believe anything, and they will buy anything. well, you can all kiss my xp ass. my computer iz better than yourz. in ten yearz, microsoft haz taken us backwardz... ten yearz. we're no more technologikally advanced than a monkey who sat on a keyboard that waz hooked up to a windowz 98 computer. that's just retarded. pathetik. sad. dumb duhdumb dumb dumb. dumb. dumb.

An Obituary for Common Sense

I have come to mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as: Knowing when to come in out of the rain; Why the early bird gets the worm; Life isn't always fair; and maybe it was my fault.

Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in charge).

His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.

Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children.

It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer sun lotion or an Aspirin to a student; but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.

Common Sense lost the will to live as the churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims.

Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.

Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.

Common Sense was preceded in death, by his parents, Truth and Trust, by his wife, Discretion, by his daughter, Responsibility, and by his son, Reason.

He is survived by his 4 stepbrothers; I Know My Rights, I Want It Now, Someone Else Is To Blame, and I'm A Victim.

Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone.

If you still remember him, pass this on. If not, join the majority and do nothing.

record salez

question: who needz more money. the rich people making the album, or the poor people buying the album.

you're gonna get your fan'z money anyway, but you're only gonna get however much money they have, which izn't much. they can either buy your album, or see your concert, they can't do both. if you want to attract more fanz, put your muzik out there for free, so they can hear it and decide if they like you, and the more free fanz you get, the more people you have coming to your concerts, and have more concerts in more citiez, and smaller citiez. there'z more wayz to get fanz and money besidez record salez. but it shouldn't be about the money. it should be about touching people'z livez with your muzik. if you just want money, then sell each cd for a hundred dollarz. if you want fanz, then give your muzik away. becauze some of them will get it for free anyway. doezn't matter if it's p2p sharing, or if they get a copy of your cd from their brother, friend, or neighbor. so stop being greedy, like the people you sing against, stop thinking about yourself, and start thinking of the fanz. you made your first album with little money, i'm sure it's not that hard to make more albumz with the same budget. it doezn't matter how much money you make, it matterz that you're working hard to put quality muzik out there for the people who need it.

daddy'z little girl

you know, i guess it's no suprize that my children were stolen from me. i've seen so much pain in my life, i'm uzed to it, i expect it, so why should it suprize me that they were taken. my 3yez have seen pain and joy, hatred and pride, creativity and destruction, peace and war, life and death, ultimate intelligence, and ultimate ignorance, i've done acid, i've seen the light, and when my baeutiphul daughter waz born, everything i knew in my life changed forever, and the world i knew with so much pain, got a little brighter, and i realized that all the pain and destruction in the world can be countered by a woken mind.

worldly

a cloudy, drizzly morning in amsterdam
the scent of rayne and pot finding my noze
the crisp, fresh, lucid new day beginning
bæutiphul naked neighbor in her backyard
and i'm remembering the dream i just had
and changing the colourz of my desktop
to a foggy scene, somewhere in england
living in a world of abraxis and my gemma
with this little poem below my second moon
i look forward to starting a day like this soon
becauze when this happenz, i'll know i'm home

sinister plot

who are theze people who want to stupify and cuntrol the world, and kill all the smart people. think about it. i'm human, and i want to educate the world, so i'm not so lonely, so i have someone to talk to. theze people can't be human, cauze it's human nature that every human wants to connect with another human, hopefully intellectually. but people today are so stupified, they'd rather watch the tv commercialz that the media puts on the tv. who are theze people. they really want full power and cuntrol, they're hellbent on world domination, and to dominate the world, they have to be the only intelligent people on the earth, and everyone else haz to be stupid enuph to listen to them and buy into all their crap. if they were human, they would be pretty lonely. so my guess iz, they aren't human. they want us to think that this iz the only planet out there, and they want us to think that they're in cuntrol of it, so there'z nowhere for us to run. think of the knowledge they have, that they aren't telling us. any knowledge that's kept secret iz not good knowledge. it's not being uzed for educational purposez, it's being uzed for cuntrol. i think they know what's really happening, and what's really out there, and they've come here just to have cuntrol over a planet full of beingz. i think that's a good explanation. possibly not the only explanation, but a good guess. and so far, they're successful. we're thinking what they want us to think. and at this moment, there'z not much that can stop them. they've gotten cuntrol over all of us. they've got all the money, they've got all the weaponz, that meanz they've got all the power, and that meanz that they can do whatever they want. they're slowly aligning their game piecez, and soon, it will be 'checkmate'. this world iz their toy, az they watch it from the outside. there iz something big happening here. and most of us don't even see it, or know it. or care. something big iz about to happen. and something big haz to happen to stop it. i think it's all a setup. just a virus trying to destroy another planet, and claim every soul on it. that can't be human. that haz to be something dark. think about it.

well, i posted this here, cauze i didn't want to email it, cauze people can read your emailz... conspiracy... whatever... but i posted this, and forgot that when i post something here, this site sendz me an email, showing my post. and there'z no changing that, there'z no unsending it, so i'm screwed. but i just checked my junkmail while i waz there, and got an email... the sender'z name waz 'free trial men'z supplements'... and the subject... get this... waz 'the boy who cried wolf'... that's subliminally telling me that sumth'n ain't right.