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.

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)