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.

1-800-shut the phuk up and die

captain'z blog. stardate 4orty6ix and 2: this jg wentworth idiot needz to be shot. what a stupid asshole. showing people yelling 'it's my money, and i need it now' from their windowz, over and over again, first of all, ok, we get it, shut up. once iz enuph. secondly, you know this world az well az i do. people steal money. you don't shout anything about money from your window. what a stupid asshole. you've lived a long and... obviously prosperous life, it's time to die. and people singing opera style about money, on a bus? come on. first of all, no one likes opera anymore, asshole, only you, cauze you're an old fart. shut the phuk up, no one wants to hear that shyt, i don't care how much you're paying them, retard, you're a phuking whore. and secondly, everyone'z scared of eachother on a bus, the homie sitting next to you haz a gun in hiz pocket, shut the phuk up. what an idiot. and on another note, if the military iz going to be firing 'flarez' into the sky at night, why don't they warn us ahead of time, saying 'we're gonna be firing 'flarez' into the sky', so we don't think it's a goddamn fuo all the time. and that's beside the fact that flarez look nuthing like a goddamn fuo. how stupid do they think we are? well, if we're all watching the jg wentworth commercialz... i guess that question haz been answered. phuking moronz. one more thing... izn't it odd how 'moron' and 'mormon' are spelled so similar. i saw a sign yesterday that said 'i'm a mormon', and when i just glanced at it, i sure thought it said 'i'm a moron'. like that's something you'd like to advertize... well... once again, my foot's in my mouth. i'm a moron. to order now, call one, eighthundred, moronik. while suppliez last. batteriez not included.

to be scene

('hey you, standing naked in the rayne, can you touch me?')

what iz it about some people
who want to be seen
to be nude
in publik
for random anonymous strangerz to see
for all the world to see
that's right, i said it
i started off with a shock
the ultimate intimacy of anonymity
people who need that
who feed on that
who thrive on that
who get high on that
to share the most sacred
in a way much more sacred
something so real
you can pheel it
when your heart poundz
when your skin shinez in the wind
when some people fear, and run
and some people have such an urge
to join you
to see you
to touch you
to phuk you
right there in the street
to do something so daring
so thrilling
so powerful
to do something... so... natural
to pheel... alive...
scared and brave at the same time
the ultimate cure for loneliness
once you've tasted something so real
it's the only real thing in the world
it's the only time you pheel
to be so... fearless
to pheel something so strong
so vivid
so alive
so real
it's the only real we'll ever know
to be seen az 'such a sin'
until you try it
just like pot... or sex... or insanity...
when you realize it's more sane
than what they tell you
it's a trick
to be forced
to believe in a world you don't agree with
to agree with a world you don't believe in
to be forced to see... unreality
to think it's real, until you see real
and then, to know, the true sanity
and to try to communicate it
to thoze who are still... asleep
to shock someone awake
by revealing the most intimate
sensual
electrik
addictive
contagious
of all secrets
of all sinz
of all pheelingz
of all curez
to shed that skin of rulez and conformity
pheelz so phuking real
illuminating
awakening
exhilerating
liberating
you pheel reborn
to shed that clothing of liez and deceit
to buy their lie, and ask for a receipt
so you can return it
and tell them where to stick it
becauze you're free now
and you need no more clothing of fear
you only need the pounding heartbeat
you only need... more
go ahead...
surrender
to the wind
the sun
the 3yez
let it go
and see how having nuthing
could mean having everything
see what they don't want you to see
and show them what they don't want to see
and spread that pheeling like a virus
a plague for the sleeping
the fearful
the slumber itself
try it, and know it
know that it's the greatest high
to make someone ask why
the truth iz simply, you cannot lie
ever again
once you've found truth
that's all there iz
az vivid az the air on your flesh
where it's 'not suppozed to be'
let the sun shine there
show theze indoor addicts
theze fearful wimps
they can't have all the phun
go ahead
take it off
and take a walk
like walking barefoot in the grass
bring bæuty back in style
bring sex back in style
show them a real wardrobe malfunction
flawed systemz will malfunction
how some can find it so ugly
iz becauze they're ugly
they're ashamed
and if they can't do it
then you shouldn't be able to either
phuk that
don't let anyone tell you that
don't let anyone press their fearz onto you
instead, press your flesh against them
reinvent touch
reinvent passion
never hide your phire again
you were born with bæutiphul flesh
show it off
take it off
and take a walk
rediscover unlimited freedom
be proud of the skin you're in

a short note to grandma...

you're going to hell, for all the shyt you've done in your life. you're the most cold, heartless, evil bitch i've ever known. god doezn't want you in heaven, you really think you're going to heaven? satan'z going to ask you, why did you have to be so hateful. you didn't give a phuk that your daughter, the only one of your four children who cared about you, waz bedridden. you didn't care. you were too hateful to care. you lived a life with hatred in your heart. i've done better shyt in my life than you've ever done. i'm going to heaven, and i don't even believe in heaven. you're the one who believez in heaven, but i think that's just a put on. you know who you really are. and i know who you really are. you're going to hell, so you can pheel the pain that you've inflicted on people during your whole life, tenfold, even your own daughter. and you know exactly what you're doing to her. you may have her fooled, but not me. i hope, when you're burning in the hell you believe in, that you hear that, over and over again. and then, you'll know who i really am.

man, i love redheadz

current winamp playlist

phuk that last playlist.
this iz october twentyeight, nine:forty pm.

my current winamp playlist, for andy.
sorted alphabetikally, playing on random.

138 tracks in playlist, average track length: 5:22
playlist length: 12 hours 21 minutes 29 seconds

1. Alice In Chains - Brush Away (3:24)
2. Alice In Chains - Got Me Wrong (4:09)
3. Alice In Chains - No Excuses (4:17)
4. Alice In Chains - Private Hell (5:38)
5. Alice In Chains - Rotten Apple (6:58)
6. Alice In Chains - Would? (3:27)
7. Altered State - Ghost Beside My Bed (5:50)
8. Bill Hicks - People Who Hate People (0:32)
9. Black Label Society - Stillborn (3:15)
10. Children of Bodom - Angels Don't Kill (5:13)
11. Chimaira - Down Again (4:20)
12. Chimaira - Pure Hatred (4:18)
13. City of Fire - Hollow Land (4:51)
14. Cradle of Filth - Nymphetamine (Fix) (5:02)
15. Cradle of Filth - The Death of Love (7:13)
16. Danzig - Cantspeak (4:06)
17. deftones - diamond eyes (3:08)
18. deftones - digital bath (4:15)
19. deftones - lifter (4:43)
20. deftones - minerva (4:17)
21. deftones - minus blindfold (4:04)
22. deftones - one weak (4:28)
23. deftones - root (3:41)
24. deftones - rx queen (4:27)
25. Delain - Shattered (4:19)
26. Delain - The Gathering (3:34)
27. Devin Townsend Band - Deadhead (8:05)
28. Devin Townsend Project - Bend It Like Bender! (3:35)
29. Down - Jail (5:17)
30. Down - Landing on the Mountains of Meggido (7:48)
31. Down - Nothing in Return (Walk Away) (8:54)
32. Epica - Kingdom Of Heaven (13:35)
33. Fear Factory - Body Hammer (5:05)
34. Fear Factory - Demanufacture (4:13)
35. Fear Factory - Pisschrist (5:25)
36. Fear Factory - Replica (3:56)
37. Fear Factory - Self Bias Resistor (5:11)
38. Fear Factory - Slave Labor (3:53)
39. Fear Factory - Zero Signal (5:57)
40. Gary Numan - My Breathing (6:41)
41. Godspeed - Sabbath Bloody Sabbath (5:36)
42. Jerry Cantrell - Angel Eyes (4:44)
43. Lacuna Coil - Our Truth (4:02)
44. Life of Agony - Let's Pretend (3:57)
45. Life of Agony - Lost at 22 (3:40)
46. Life of Agony - Seasons (5:37)
47. Life of Agony - Strung Out (3:59)
48. Life of Agony - Ugly (5:46)
49. Machine Head - A Thousand Lies (6:15)
50. Machine Head - Block (4:59)
51. Machine Head - Blood Of The Zodiac (6:37)
52. Machine Head - Davidian (4:58)
53. Machine Head - Deafening Silence (5:33)
54. Machine Head - Descend The Shades Of Night (7:46)
55. Machine Head - Exhale The Vile (4:56)
56. Machine Head - Old (4:07)
57. Machines of Loving Grace - Golgotha Tenement Blues (4:01)
58. Magenta - Eccentricity (3:33)
59. Medicine - Time Baby III (3:52)
60. Metallica - ...And Justice for All (9:45)
61. Metallica - Fade to Black (6:57)
62. Metallica - My Friend of Misery (6:49)
63. Metallica - Welcome Home (Sanitarium) (6:27)
64. Mötley Crüe - Face Down In The Dirt (3:44)
65. Mötley Crüe - Just Another Psycho (3:36)
66. Mötley Crüe - Saints Of Los Angeles (3:40)
67. Mouth Music - Tomorrow (5:39)
68. Mudvayne - Not Falling (4:03)
69. Mudvayne - World So Cold (5:39)
70. Ocean Machine - Bastard (10:17)
71. Ocean Machine - Life (4:31)
72. Ocean Machine - Night (4:45)
73. Opeth - Blackwater Park (12:05)
74. Opeth - Demon of the Fall (6:13)
75. Opeth - Master's Apprentices (10:32)
76. Opeth - Remember Tomorrow (5:00)
77. Opeth - Serenity Painted Death (9:13)
78. Opeth - Would? (3:43)
79. Ozzy Osbourne - Diary of a Madman (6:15)
80. Ozzy Osbourne - Don't Blame Me (4:58)
81. Ozzy Osbourne - Fire in the Sky (6:24)
82. Ozzy Osbourne - No More Tears (7:24)
83. Ozzy Osbourne - Road to Nowhere (5:12)
84. Ozzy Osbourne - You Can't Kill Rock and Roll (6:59)
85. Pantera - Floods (6:59)
86. Pantera - Shedding Skin (5:36)
87. Sentenced - Excuse me while I kill myself (3:53)
88. Shadows Fall - Welcome To The Machine (5:05)
89. Skinlab - Anthem for a Fallen Star (3:41)
90. Slayer - In the Name of God (3:38)
91. Soilwork - 20 More Miles (4:38)
92. Soilwork - Enter Dog Of Pavlov (5:36)
93. Soilwork - Let This River Flow (5:20)
94. Soilwork - Nerve (3:38)
95. Sonic Syndicate - Affliction (5:13)
96. Sonic Syndicate - Burn This City (3:29)
97. Sonic Syndicate - My Escape (4:10)
98. Sonic Syndicate - My Own Life (3:46)
99. Sonic Syndicate - Only Inhuman (4:13)
100. SR-71 - Let It Whip (3:53)
101. Stone Temple Pilots - Sin (7:24)
102. Stone Temple Pilots - Where the River Goes (8:25)
103. Strapping Young Lad - Centipede (7:56)
104. Strapping Young Lad - Japan (5:18)
105. T ò ó L - 4ørty6ix and ² (6:04)
106. T ò ó L - Eulogy (8:28)
107. T ò ó L - H. (6:07)
108. T ò ó L - Stinkfist (5:11)
109. t.A.T.u. - All The Things She Said (3:34)
110. t.A.T.u. - Clowns (Can You See Me Now) (3:12)
111. t.A.T.u. - How Soon Is Now? (3:17)
112. t.A.T.u. - Show Me Love (Extended) (5:10)
113. Testament - Electric Crown (5:58)
114. Testament - The Legacy (5:31)
115. Testament - Troubled Dreams (5:02)
116. Testament - True Believer (3:36)
117. The Cure - Burn (6:39)
118. Timothy Leary - Eternal Note (5:30)
119. Timothy Leary - Lion's Mouth (10:15)
120. Tool - Opiate (5:23)
121. Tool - Sober (5:06)
122. Tool - Swamp Song (5:31)
123. Tristeza - Are We People (4:04)
124. Tristeza - Auroura Borealis (4:40)
125. Tristeza - Building Peaks (4:51)
126. Tristeza - Chiaroscuro (6:22)
127. Tristeza - I am a Cheetah (5:27)
128. Tristeza - Opiate Slopes (5:37)
129. Tristeza - Respirá (4:37)
130. Tristeza - Shifty Drifty (3:46)
131. Type O Negative - (We Were) Electrocute (6:38)
132. Type O Negative - Everything Dies (7:43)
133. Type O Negative - In Praise of Bacchus (7:36)
134. Type O Negative - Love You to Death (7:08)
135. Vision of Disorder - Living to Die (4:06)
136. White Zombie - Cannibal Girls (3:52)
137. White Zombie - More Human than Human (4:28)
138. Within Temptation - Our Solemn Hour (4:17)

painkiller

i'm so syck of stupid people
syck of being treated like shyt

a pill can't make you real
make you pheel something
make you something you're not
it can only make you fake
make you think unnaturally
once you're depressed
you're alwayz depressed
happiness iz an illuzion
it's all you can do to be content
but they try to make you docile
complacency iz their reality

lozing my girl, and my children
haz made me a god of hatred
taught me to embrace my anger
my advertizement iz suicide
to watch everyone around me die
my message iz 'kill yourself'
put yourself out of my mizery

the tablez of fate are turning
you wanted to walk all over me
now i'm walking all over you
i've lost all respect for humanity
and now i just see a red glow
bleeding over this dying horizon
like a river of my old tearz
killing everything in its path
bringing night to your final day
turning colour to a mizerable grey
and hatred iz all that survivez

now look up at this burning sky
and realize, there'z no one coming
there'z nuthing there to save you
just cloze your 3yez, and drift away
let this pathetik world of pain die

now, did thoze pillz really help?
did spreading hatred work for you
did being fake open up your life
did shytting on me prove it true
waz taking my children necessary
i bet if you had known all this
it might not have ended this way
but you choze to ignore the truth
you choze to shyt all over people
now you can see where it got you
in your last moment, say goodbye

butting headz

the newz: this iz some correspondence i had with another da uzer. for the sake of not pissing anyone off, or making this go any further, i'll just refer to her az 'she', in this journal. the reazon i'm posting this here, iz not to piss her or anyone else off, but to give people who watch me something to think about. i am hoping that this will not piss anyone off, and i am hoping that 'she' doezn't comment on this, to push this argument on any further. i am hoping that this endz the argument, and gets this whole issue out of the way, so that we can talk about something else, something better. if not, then i apologize, and wish 'her' the best. in that case, i am just asking that she ignore this journal, and move on. i don't mean to cauze any humiliation or anger, or any other emotion in posting this. i just want to share this with the few people who watch me, that iz all. (all my afterthoughts are in parentheses).

(here iz the original conversation that started it all):

The Reverend says:
hey
she says:
hey there
haha jinx
The Reverend says:
how are you?
she says:
good, long time no talk
well kinda good.
The Reverend says:
long time no rhyme
how kinda good?
she says:
eh..just work getting me down a bit. plus two boring days. I went to my boyfriends tonight and he just like..slept.
it was boring lol
The Reverend says:
lame
she says:
wow how weird..
i go on deviant art and i have no comments and no devwatchs..
The Reverend says:
woah, weird... da haz been a little lame lately... inactive
she says:
i guess man
i wrote a new poem and everything..
The Reverend says:
i haven't even gone thru my devwatch yet today
been burning and ripping cdz, talking to people, burning more cdz, watching youtube shyt... haven't even been on da, except to read the last poem i posted
she says:
talking to whom?
The Reverend says:
my mom, bobbi (a little bit), heather... mostly my mom
asking what muzik she wants burned
been adding to my playlist, takin shyt out... you know
anywayz, what's goin on with you, i'm sure you don't care about how many cdz i've burned today
she says:
haha sure i do
nothing really..mostly work
crappy work
The Reverend says:
lame
work sucks
oh, haha... i wrote down this thought last night...
name: the reverend
occupation: phuk occupationz, i'm preoccupied with something better
haha
she says:
something better?
The Reverend says:
yup
being a writer, a father, and being free
she says:
how are you free?
The Reverend says:
who sayz you have to get paid for working
i don't have a job, i'm free of the man
she says:
yeah but without a job..you live with your mother..you cant be alone in your own place to be free. youre the opposite of free. I am aswell.
The Reverend says:
i'm on disability, so i get paid to do nuthing
she says:
oh well..
thats not something to brag about lol you must get so bored!
The Reverend says:
i'd rather live with my mom than have a job
she says:
FOREVER?
The Reverend says:
not az much az you'd think... i write alot, i have alot to occupy my time
she says:
dont you feel useless? I would without a job..
The Reverend says:
no, just while i'm on probation, then i'm publishing a book
she says:
in your different style of writing?
cause i know a lot of people wouldnt publish that style hun
The Reverend says:
no, see, that's the freedom i'm talking about, i don't pheel useless, i do plenty
she says:
im going to college so I can get a full time job and finally be free to start my life. (how can you call working, being free?)
The Reverend says:
well, i phigure it like this... when i publish my book, i'll publish two verzionz... the politikally correct verzion, and the deviant verzion... that way people have a choice, 'well, i can read different spelling, sure'
she says:
i gotta tell you...not a lot would want to read the different spelling
and its not politically incorrect to spell deviously haha
The Reverend says:
i'd like to do college someday, but first i want to make muzik... that's my plan... while i'm on probation, i ain't doin jack shyt... but when i get off probation, i'm moving to new york, starting a band, and recording my shyt
she says:
i would read it, but i know people are spelling nazis
newyork sucks my friends
The Reverend says:
well, you know what i mean... politikally correct iz a joke
she says:
it is too expensive to live there
too many bands live there and arent getting out there..
The Reverend says:
hey, if they have a muzik scene, i don't care how much it iz... there'z no muzik scene here
she says:
you gotta be better than good with your band..and unfornatly be marketable.
theres a music scene many other places
trust me ive been to NY
The Reverend says:
oh, phuk that, i know when someone hearz 'aquarius', a record deal iz on its way, guaranteed, i have no doubt about it
she says:
and it is crowded, no nature, just bad people, so much crime, no good places to live anymore and the rent is SOOO high
how do you possibly know that
and like i said..marketable.
The Reverend says:
well, phuk it, i don't care, i would go to la, but i don't want to drop off into the ocean while i'm recording 'the speed of mind'
she says:
im sorry but i gotta be realistc...making it in NY would be soo tough.
espcially since you are a little older.
The Reverend says:
phuk marketable, i plan to change the market, phuk record companiez, phuk the riaa
she says:
i love the fact you say fuck it toi the man
thats why i like you
but you gotta be a realist sometimes.
the man calls the shots sometimes...and doing somekthing like that works maybe 20% (or less) of the time.
The Reverend says:
dude, you're canadian, man, why are you hitting me with all theze misconceptionz and preconceived notionz? i don't give a phuk about that shyt, i just want to make my muzik, however that iz
she says:
what the FUCK
The Reverend says:
realists are just people who refuze to evolve
she says:
dude, im canadian? as in..I dont know shit? I dont anything about where you live?
The Reverend says:
no, az in you know more
she says:
what..?
I am a realist.
Id love to believe in peace, and I try to be peaceful
but that is something that will never happen./
The Reverend says:
i respectfully disagree... i plan to change shyt, that's what i'm here for
she says:
Id love to believe you at 30 can make it in the music business, but the world is mean and cruel and you have to be the whole package...maybe you do have a wonderful badn at your side, I wouldnt know.
The Reverend says:
evolution
she says:
but how can you plan to change 'shit'
when some people hate your spelling so they dont read it
and how do you plan to change 'shit'
when youre on probabtion?
you want to leave your children behind to chase a musical dream?
thats a perfect example right there of a cruel cruel world
and i hate to say it, but I am a realist, and it IS a cruel world.
thjats why you gotta get a good paying job and try to live
because thats all you can do
raise a family, be happy, and try to live.
because man...

(so i say) you are suppozed to know everything about the muzik buziness when you're 19, and get into it then, instead of waiting and maturing a while, and learning more about life, and the muzik buziness? i'm 30, and i know nuthing, and you're 19, and you know everything?

The Reverend says:
dude, you're thinking that i care what people think about me... i don't give a phuk, i'm not a realist, i live in my childhood imagination, and no one can kill that... and i'm taking my children with me... the world iz what you make of it...
she says:
you cant afford two children and yourself in NY. unless you really do make a lot in a band..and from expereince..I know you dont until youre big. (so, you've lived in new york with two children and a band?)
youre always talking about the 'nazis' and people thinking backwards
The Reverend says:
people think that's all they can do, becauze that's all that's ever been done... i disagree, the only way to evolve iz to do something new
she says:
and ranting about the bad in the worlsd
i agree, i do do NEW things
but youre not doing anything to help anyone..how is that 'evolving' (what doez evolving have to do with helping anyone?)
The Reverend says:
just becauze i rant doezn't mean i believe or don't believe, i know that the world iz almost ready for me, and the change i bring with me
she says:
and what can you change?
The Reverend says:
if you read my poetry, i am helping people, becauze i'm helping them to wake up and evolve
she says:
suddenly no one will be a homophobe and no one will steal?
The Reverend says:
i can change everything
she says:
ive read your poetry
and although you have great ideas
you are not waking anyone up (well, i'm obviously not waking you up)...its all been said before in many different ways (some dumbass therapist once said 'evolution iz over'. if it's all been said and done, then why the phuk are we still here? people who think it's already been done, have nuthing new to offer, and have no reazon to be here, other than to be in the way of thoze who are doing something new. 'you're either in or in the way', -ozzy ozbourne).
and I love it, I do
but its not helping people evolve (that's what you think).
The Reverend says:
ok, listen, check this out... when we were kidz, we were told that we could be and do anything, but somewhere along the line, that image iz murdered by the 'real' world... well, they didn't kill that idea in me, and i'm still alive, and i've had many many many vizionz about what i have to do here, to change anything, so trust me, i know i can do it, you just have to believe in me
she says:
what can you possibly do
there are little things
but really
The Reverend says:
just sit back and watch, dear
she says:
you CANT do anything
no..you have no idea yourself.
its fun to believe in crap, but thats doesnt make it happen.
The Reverend says:
dude, don't tell me what i can and can't do, just believe in me
she says:
if qwe could do anything
i would be a fucking astronaught
we cant
we have to do so much shit
in order to do things
or become things
i understand helping your fellow man
or saving lives
but...do something for the BIG picture? its almost all been done.
and you cant stop war...you cant speak with every country
The Reverend says:
dude, are you listening to anything i'm saying? i know i can do it, i've had vizionz out the ass about what i need to do, it iz possible
and no, it hazn't already been done... not what i intend to do
just sit back and watch, and let me prove it to you
she says:
prove it to me?
Im sorry, i dont believe you, you wont tell me.
I think you have no idea for yourswelf.
The Reverend says:
i've had so many people try to crush my dreamz, but i'm 30, and it hazn't happened yet, no one can crush my dreamz, becauze my dreamz are based in the REAL reality, not this phuking dreamland we live in
if you don't believe me, that's fine, but i'm doing it anyway, with or without you
i've written about what i intend to do, and i'm putting it all in my book, but i can't put it in this im, it's too much
she says:
we dont live in a dreamland..
The Reverend says:
i do have an idea about myself, it's rooted at the core of my being, it's the reazon i'm here, man, listen to me
she says:
i just explained that we DONT.
i only listen to fact..
The Reverend says:
i respectfully disagree, dude
she says:
disagree with what?
The Reverend says:
with everything you're saying, 'that it's not possible', i say it iz
she says:
if i am realist...talking about the wars and horrible shit happening in the world..I LIVE IN A FUCKING DREAMLAND?
im sorry sir, but you DO.
thinking you can mount to some high pedestal.
Sure, do great things...but how will you change the world?
The Reverend says:
it's not a pedestal, it's POTENTIAL
she says:
gonna kill someone? gonna take power? (iz that what you have to do to change the world? what the phuk?)
The Reverend says:
ok, listen, let me tell you about my pyramid theory
we are all blocks in a pyramid, and thoze of us on the bottom have all the power, becauze we support the top, the people who think they're in cuntrol, but if we walk out from under the pyramid, they have nuthing to stand on
i can't change the top, but i can change the bottom
she says:
uh huh
how?
how can you change the bttom
even in your state there is no way you can get political attention
you dont have schooling for that, i assume.
The Reverend says:
i don't need politikal attention, you're not getting it
she says:
what am i supposed to get
you lead, they follow?
how are they gonna know to follow (uh, they're all sheep, trust me, following iz all they know how to do)
what about the bottom that love the way things are (if you would read a book, you'd discover that no one on the bottom likes the way thingz are. ever hear of noam chomsky? amy goodman? alex jonez? read a book!)
The Reverend says:
i just need people to listen to me, they don't have to follow anything or anyone
she says:
by listening they are following. (there'z a huge difference between listening and following)
espiaclly if they are agreeing (again, a huge difference...)
The Reverend says:
not true, dude
she says:
so they just listen
and the pyriamid tumbles
The Reverend says:
i started off by listening, then i started talking, get it?
she says:
listen to what?
The Reverend says:
i waz turned on, and now i intend to turn otherz on
she says:
to what?
The Reverend says:
it's simple, it's like a lightswitch
not turned on to anything, just turned ON
she says:
it sure is fun to talk shit incircles with no fucking point
that is what you are doing.
The Reverend says:
becauze you aren't listening to me
she says:
i am trying but you arent explaining
The Reverend says:
i've made my point a few timez now, but you just want to argue
she says:
oh man I smoke pot and I make more sense.
no i dont
i want to know
if it is a good idea
id love to hear
but you wont tell me..thus I dont believe you fully have a plan
you havent made a point..youre talking in metaphors
i cant just suddenly 'know' the meanings
The Reverend says:
ok, like i said, my plan haz already been written, and iz on my da page... but i know that my muzik and books will get some people'z attention, and all i need iz a few people, and then it spreadz like a virus, and people start listening, turning on, waking up, and spreading further... what i'm saying iz contagious, becauze it's the truth, that people need to hear, and some of us...
have been wanting to hear
she says:
ok..link me
i want to read it.

(mom would like to add) the profoundness of the stupidity just numbs my brain.

The Reverend says:
it's everything... i can't link you every page... just pick something at random, and read it, and then go on to the next thing... but you won't be able to do it tonight, i've written way too much... and i don't expect you to read everything, but if you're interested, just pick something, start somewhere, and it will become clearer after each thing you read...
here, start with this...
she says:
okay so basicallty you dont have a clear idea..
or else you would explain it. (uh, how many timez have i said that it's too much to explain in a phuking im?)
The Reverend says:
i just explained it... 'spread the truth like a virus'... that's it, and you can do that thru books, muzik, moviez, the media
http://inmydisk3yez.deviantart.com/journal/22909787/
people WILL listen
and they'll turn on
and wake up
and start talking
you like pink floyd, don't you?
she says:
yup.
The Reverend says:
do you know about the publius enigma? they were just the first step, timothy leary waz the second, darwin, terrence mckenna... i am the next step (actually, darwin waz the first step, timothy leary waz the second, i'm the third)
she says:
you dont believe we evolved from apes?
The Reverend says:
it's done in steps... where i leave off, someone else will pick up, and we will keep waking up
christianz picked the 'ape' to say we evolved from, becauze the ape looks like a stupid creature, and they can uze it to make phun of us, and refuze to listen to us... the truth iz, we evolved from single celled organizmz
http://inmydisk3yez.deviantart.com/journal/24991042/ read that
she says:
are you fucking serious?
christians dont believe in people evolving.
evolutionists DO
The Reverend says:
i didn't say that
she says:
we did evolve from apes
dont tell me you believe that aliens were here first
The Reverend says:
i didn't say that they believe in people evolving, they just uze the ape to make us look stupid in their 3yez
she says:
we do look like an ape (ok, what the phuk iz she talking about???)
we have some much in common with the creature
it is so sad you dont understand that
The Reverend says:
and yes, alienz planted us on this planet... but i don't believe that... i don't BELIEVE anything... beliefs are dangerous, beliefs allow the mind to stop functioning, a nonfunctioning mind iz clinikally dead, believe in nuthing
no, i didn't say that we didn't evolve from apes.. i'm saying that apes evolved from something
she says:
aliens didnt man..i believe they are real..
oh god
ive heard of this before
that apes evolved from fucking a type of 'sasquatch' that were the aliens slaves
we were created to be there slaves or some shit..
The Reverend says:
i didn't say that either, dude, what the phuk?
she says:
then what
tell me what
The Reverend says:
everything on this planet evolved from some sort of singlecelled organizm... we didn't just appear here az apes, everything evolved from something else
look at how a solar system iz born, and formed... it starts from something small, and growz, and evolvez
she says:
i know that buddy
The Reverend says:
then why are you saying that i said that we were slavez or some shyt?
i never said 'slave'
she says:
i just heard of that beofre
it sounded like you were leading up to that
what else to read
The Reverend says:
nowhere near that, hun
ok, lemme see...
http://inmydisk3yez.deviantart.com/journal/22909787/
i have tonz of good journalz, and there are actual ideaz in some of them, about what i want to do
she says:
i just read that one..
The Reverend says:
oh, sorry, i didn't know i linked that already
http://inmydisk3yez.deviantart.com/journal/21441912/
but it's not just in the journalz, it's in my poetry and shyt too... like 'red immunity', and 'shaed my skin', and 'think'
well, hun, i gotta eat something, or i'm going to pass out... but keep reading, and if you have any questionz, i'd be happy to answer them... just give me a minute...
she says:
The title references an idea first conceived by Drunvalo Melchizedek concerning the possibility of reaching a state of evolution at which the body would have two more than the normal 46 total chromosomes and leave a currently disharmonious state.[2][3] The premise is that humans would deviate from the current state of human DNA which contains 44 autosomes and 2 sex chromosomes. The next step of ev
if we are constantly evolving
why on EARTH would we ever have to think or realize it
wouldnt it just happen (oh, yeah, just sit there starring off into space, and drooling all over yourself, and suddenly you pop a Th3rd 3ye, right, sure, uh huh, so what are people doing thinking about shyt, when we don't have to? oops, i just evolved).
The Reverend says:
that iz my spring theory... have you read that?
she says:
yeah...
The Reverend says:
sometimez, not all the time, but sometimez, we need oppression in order to jump upwardz
hun, i gotta eat something, or i'm going to pass out... but keep reading, and if you have any questionz, i'd be happy to answer them... just give me a minute...
she says:
so tool made you come on to this (iz that a bad thing?)
just because we have two more chormosones..suddenly there will be grids appearing and shit
honestly
this sounds fucking crazy to me (i'm sure the earth revolving around the sun iz crazy to you too).
sure we can evolve, but thatll happen naturally, and over time
jungian theory
you clearly BELIEVE this if you want to go preach it in your poetry (who said anything about preaching? am i preaching?).
im sorry but to me this is pure religious bullshit and i cant believe someone i thought was so intelligent believes this..
this is all based on religion
there is nothing to back it up
and many many MANY people arent gonna listen to more religious crap being thrown there way
The Reverend says:
again, i don't believe anything, dude, i've said that. honestly, i think drunvalo iz nutty, but if i took him out of that journal, it wouldn't have made az much sense. you can take the fact from it, and not be religious, that's my evolutionizm redefined journal... i extracted the truth from it, and compared it to all the vizionz i've had... i'm not religious, and it's not a belief...
take it with a grain of salt, so to speak
she says:
im sorry...no way people are gonna listen.
The Reverend says:
well, i listened, are you saying i'm nutty?
she says:
im sorry..but the way 'run around' throwing metaphors and then me reading about this and also knowing your fav band is tool..
and seeing your theories are taken from two major religions. (uh, which two religionz? do you even know?).
its...insane.
The Reverend says:
dude
ever hear of joseph campbell
she says:
im reading this
http://inmydisk3yez.deviantart.com/journal/17322227/
The Reverend says:
you can extract facts and truth from phuking anything, it doezn't matter where it came from, if it ringz true, you can chooze to think it
she says:
you cant say you dont believe
if you are going to tell people
The Reverend says:
first of all, i didn't write that journal, it sayz in there that i copied it from two different sites
she says:
and you think it is correct when everyone else thinks its crazy
your beliving
The Reverend says:
why? why do i have to believe? i don't believe in anything! so stop saying i do, or that i have to, cauze i don't, and i am not telling other people to believe this shyt either, i'm telling them to think for themselvez!!!
she says:
these people all did fucked up drugs and thought of this shit, then later elaborated and are making money
I am thinking to myself
The Reverend says:
am i making money? no
she says:
not you
the creators of this ludacris crap
The Reverend says:
to think for yourself, you don't have to believe this 'crap', it's just a phuking idea
she says:
an idea that you earlier stated
and said
you were going to change the world with
but if people are thinking for themselves
they will obviously brush you off as crazy
im sorry, i am a good debater, and I feel bad for putting you down (sure you do. and you're only a good 'debater', becauze you refuze to listen, and contemplate an idea. it's the same reazon religious people can 'debunk' facts about evolution).
but i just find it sad you cant see what kinda crap this is..
The Reverend says:
there'z a difference between debating, and arguing
she says:
i feel the same way for christians. Sure, think what you want, but its sad
im not arugeing
I know Im right.

(knowing you're right, just provez that you're wrong. you can't make an informed decizion unless you're fully informed. it's best to keep your mouth shut, and let people think you're stupid, rather than opening it and proving it.)

The Reverend says:
i'm not saying that it's not crap, i'm saying extract the truth from it, and think for yourself
she says:
theres no truth except for the fact we are evolving (and what the phuk iz that suppozed to mean? do you think about anything before you say it?)
I alwasy thought that
of course we are
it is being proven everyday
but not in that way at all
our bodies are changing
but..thats it (oh, so only our bodiez can change, but not our mindz? then why have we been learning shyt for so many thouzandz of yearz? why do people write books? we can grow a Th3rd 3ye, but we're not suppozed to think about it? what the phuk?).
we are adapting as all animals do
but i gotta go,..
im sorry i riled you up
but i am realist. and this is................garbage? (remind me to stay away from """realists""". they're just another phuked up, misguided group of people, like the jehova'z witnessez).
The Reverend says:
ok
she says:
i hope we can still be friends
The Reverend says:
of course
she says:
good.
send me a msg if you need to tell me something (a note) Please do
love bye
The Reverend says:
later

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(i commented on rabbit's page) hey, thank you for faving 'lonely horizon', and thank you even more for not complaining about it. (if you're wondering what i'm talking about, just read the comments on it).

(rabbit replied) i gave them something to think about. probably will backfire in my face but at least i think i made my point.
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(she commented on 'lonely horizon' ) I like what this poem is about, but may I critisize?

There seems to be a real messiness to some parts. Some lines ryhme and others don't. And when they do, they don't do it in any order. Makes it a little confusing for the reader. Overall, great imagery created.

But..I know you say you can't believe in anything, but you obviously BELIEVE that your shouldn't believe. If you think something is correct, no doubt about it, you BELIEVE that. The definetion:
–verb (used without object) 1. to have confidence in the truth, the existence, or the reliability of something, although without absolute proof that one is right in doing so: Only if one believes in something can one act purposefully.

You can't say you don't believe in anything, because at least subconciously, you do. Tool does too, I am sure of it.
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(rabbit said) can i ask you a question? would you critisize a modern abstract artist for incongruency and structural rebellion?

is it really that important to be exact and literal in every sense and meaning of each word? if so, you are missing out on alot of great things.
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(she replied) No it isn't. Thats why I am a fan of his writing. But sometimes, it just makes no sense.

Sorry, but deviant art is here so people can comment and critique things. Excuse me for telling him where he could fix or make the poem better. I expect people to tell me the same things. Not all poems deserve a 'great job!'. Some need a little something extra.
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(rabbit replied) not saying it is, just saying that in this instance, you might want to rephrase your critique differently for him. he might've viewed it as not critique, but rather complaining. rather ask him why he wrote it this way, why he used such a phrase or what he wanted to convey.

everyone's idea of belief is different and in itself belief is a moot word. it means everything and nothing. dictionary reference will not help in abstract thinking for it's too precise and literal. in my opinion, dictionary reference kills the point in poetry.

but that's my opinion. also i'd like to point out that everyone is touchy, i certainly am, and no one can accurately read anothers reaction in type alone.
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(she replied) Very true..but I hate using emoticons, so no one can really tell at all haha.. (first of all, she wazn't talking about phuking emoticonz, she waz talking about how writing lacks the inflection in people'z voicez).
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(this iz my reply to her original comment on the poem)

dude. what the phuk? have you heard of the word 'redefine'? i don't even know where you got that definition from, but it's far away from where i am. think outside the box, pleaze. if i say i don't believe in anything, i mean it. people fight and kill over beliefs. beliefs are destroying this world. ideaz are a phuk of alot eazier to change than beliefs. i have ideaz. i change them frequently. i do not believe in anything. i have no beliefs. i don't believe a damn thing. i think for myself. no beliefs, at all. i don't believe that i shouldn't believe, or anything like that. i'll go so far az to say that i hate that word. beliefs are dangerous. beliefs allow the mind to stop functioning. a nonfunctioning mind iz clinikally dead. believe in nuthing. i do not have any beliefs. yes, it iz possible. nuthing iz written in stone. there iz no spoon. i do not believe that i don't believe, or anything like that. i have ideaz. my thoughts are very fluid, and alwayz evolving. no beliefs. no beliefs whatsoever. that, dude, iz freedom.

why do you have to be such a phuking pessimist? can't you just let me be who i am, and not shoot down all my ideaz? who sayz i have to do what you want? that iz not freedom.

i wazn't asking for critique. this poem waz meant to be this way. cloudy, vizual, not alot of meaning. it's unuzual for how i write. i don't alwayz rhyme, and this poem izn't meant to be 'correct' in any way. i go against the grain, i write how no one else iz willing to write. that iz suppozed to be a good thing.

'only if one believez in something, can one act purposefully'? and you say that sometimez i don't make sense. doez that make any phuking sense whatsoever? it iz possible to 'act purposefully' without believing in anything. whoever wrote that definition needz to read a phuking book. only if one haz a truly open mind, can one do whatever they want.

and az far az tool goez, and you being 'sure of it', well, why don't you ask them. how can you be 'so sure' of a band you've never heard and know nuthing about? if you're so stuck on beliefs, then nuthing i can tell you will help you understand me any better. it's sad to see that you're that clozedminded. you're phuking nineteen, and you think you're that much smarter and more experienced than i am. apparently, you've got alot of growing up to do. believe in that.
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(she just replied with this) Wow..my oh my. For someone who people are CONSTINTLY critisizing, you sure are being rude. I was trying to tell you what I thought of your poem. You cant post things up and expect everyone to praise it. I read the poem how I READ it..even if you didnt mean it that way, it came across the way it did.

Just because I am 19 doesnt mean I know nothing. Id love to see how your 19 year old self would react to reading that. Im sorry that Im not smart and on probation like you for doing something stupid. You are a real air head to put me down, at least I didnt have MY kids taken away. Holy shit. Think about your own life before you critisize me, I dont care if I dont know the whole story. You obviously had to of done something purely retarded.

And just because I dont like tool doesnt mean I havent heard or listened to their music. I respect their artistic ability. Thanks though. What a great comment.
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(and this iz my reply. let's hope she doezn't reply back) dude. first of all, learn how to spell. secondly, who iz constantly criticizing me? who? and third, i'm the one being rude? do you remember our im conversation? you were the one being rude, and telling me i can't do what i want to do. that's not rude? and my 19 year old self reading my poem? that makes absolutely no sense whatsoever. of course my 19 year old self would like it, i'm still me, but evolved. think about what you say before you say it. i'm not putting you down, i'm telling you like it iz. and my kidz were never taken away from me, they were taken away from bobbi. know what you're talking about before you say shyt. so it's ok for you to criticize me, even though you don't know my story, but no one can criticize you? who the phuk do you think you are? you think you can say whatever the phuk you want, and no one better talk back. i'm so glad i'm not 19 anymore. you refuze to listen to anything anyone sayz, cauze you think you're right, and everyone else iz wrong. THAT iz just like religious people. phukin... just let it go, dude.
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(and, of course, this iz her reply. she just haz to have the last word, cauze she'z a spoiled little brat, and she knowz she'z right) You are still on probabtion..it proves my point enough. Bye. (ok, what the phuk doez that have to do with anything? did she even read a word i said? and provez what point? she waz never making a point, she waz just wanting to argue with me, and disagree with everything i said. what the phuk? i'm on probation, so that meanz i am not allowed to write poetry? i'm not allowed to say anything? hello? iz this thing on?

let's just hope she lets this go, and i don't hear from her again).
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(this iz what she posted in her journal) I recently had an arguement with a friend on here who I won't name, but it was about religious (even though you think its not, it IS) beliefs, and I put him down. I'm sorry, I will always supply facts. You tell me something like that..I can't help it, I think its crazy talk. (do you still believe that the earth iz flat?) Believe what you want, I don't care, just don't try to proove it to me, because I can so easily disproove it. (you were asking me to prove it to you, i did, and you kept saying i didn't. and being able to 'so eazily disprove it', doezn't mean shyt. skeptiks can debunk anything, becauze they throw a bunch of bullshyt at it, and let their beliefs get in the way of truly understanding anything, and ignore all the facts, becauze they don't think they're facts). Anyways..sorry. I am a true athiest. In EVERY sense of the word. (tell me, then, what doez an athiest believe? i started off being an atheist, and i evolved. i took it a few steps further, and became an evolutionist. that doezn't mean i believe in any god, or anything. it meanz that i know that i'm evolving, becauze when i compare life now to life in the dark agez, i clearly see evolution smiling at me. sorry to trample all over your beliefs).
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(and this iz a small conversation we had later)

she says:
hey butt buddy lol
The Reverend says:
butt buddy?
she says:
just a joke. (not very phunny)
The Reverend says:
ah
what's up
she says:
nothing watched the movie coraline
stop motion animation
good movie
The Reverend says:
cool... i have 'knowing' from netflix... i'm about to watch it here in a while
i waz out all day, driving around
she says:
i worked lol]
The Reverend says:
cool
she says:
not cool (uh, if it's not cool, then why the phuk do you talk so much about it everytime i talk to you?)
but i have two days off
ahhh
im seeing bruno tomorrow. (well, of course you are. how many people just lost some braincellz. how many people just shot themselvez. and you wonder what's dumbing down amerika).
The Reverend says:
i hated when i worked at aohell, all everyone did, on their breaks, and before and after work, waz talk about work... i'd go out for a smoke break, and i'd talk about anything but work... in this movie, waking life, this guy sayz that you work a whole day, and go home, and then you wake up, and realize it waz a dream... not only do they get your waking hourz for minimum wage, but they get your dreamz for free
oh god, i just lost some braincellz
she says:
lol
well i work a tthe keg
i guess sometimes i do talk about work
but the rest of my life is better. (how iz it better? cauze you have money to party with? you don't like 'the man', but you don't mind spending hiz money)
the keg is a really fancy steakhouse
very highclass.
dont think they have them there where you are
but i could be mistaken
The Reverend says:
nope, down here we have outback steakhouse
she says:
we had one..it went out of business because of us (well, good for you)
The Reverend says:
ah
she says:
the keg is really popular in canda
but i know they have some in the states
more spread out tho
The Reverend says:
yeah, tucson sucks for good placez... it's suppozed to be a retirement town, but it's really phuking huge, and there'z nuthing to do here... moviez, the occazional concert, but even the concert venuez suck
she says:
i live in a big city
I love it.
not too crazy culteral
but a lot to do, and near niagra falls and toronto
The Reverend says:
speaking of... have you read 'dragon'z phire' or 'ghost town' yet? they talk about me living in tucson
she says:
not sure
The Reverend says:
can i link you? do you mind?
she says:
surwe
The Reverend says:
http://inmydisk3yez.deviantart.com/art/dragon-z-phire-13304349
http://inmydisk3yez.deviantart.com/art/ghost-town-13709602
you still there?
she says:
yeah i commented one
just busy hold on
The Reverend says:
oh cool, thanks