it's just a ride[views:63676][posts:187]________________________________________________ [Aug 24,2005 2:25am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""] With so much drama in the l-b-c It’s kinda hard bein snoop d-o-double-g But i, somehow, some way Keep comin up with funky ass shit like every single day May i, kick a little something for the g’s And, make a few ends as I breeze, through Two in the mornin and the party’s still jumpin Cause my momma ain’t home I got bitches in the living room gettin it on And, they ain’t leavin til six in the mornin So what you wanna do, sheeeit I got a pocket full of rubbers and my homeboys do too So turn off the lights and close the doors But (but what) we don’t love them hoes! So we gonna smoke a ounce to this G’s up, hoes down, while you motherfuckers bounce to this Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice Laid back, with my mind on my money and my money on my mind Now, that, I got me some seagram’s gin Everybody got they cups, but they ain’t chipped in Now this types of shit, happens all the time You got to get yours but fool I gotta get mine Everything is fine when you listenin to the d-o-g I got the cultivating music that be captivating me Who listens, to the words that I speak As I take me a drink to the middle of the street And get to mackin to this bitch named sadie She used to be the homeboy’s lady Eighty degrees, when I tell that bitch please Raise up off these n-u-t’s, cause you gets none of these At ease, as I mob with the dogg pound, feel the breeze Beeeitch, I’m just Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice Laid back, with my mind on my money and my money on my mind Later on that day My homey dr. dre came through with a gang of tanqueray And a fat ass j, of some bubonic chronic that made me choke Shit, this ain’t no joke I had to back up off of it and sit my cup down Tanqueray and chronic, yeah I’m fucked up now But it ain’t no stoppin, I’m still poppin Dre got some bitches from the city of compton To serve me, not with a cherry on top Cause when I bust my nut, I’m raisin up off the cop Don’t get upset girl, that’s just how it goes I don’t love you hoes, I’m out the do’ And I’ll be Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice Laid back, with my mind on my money and my money on my mind Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice Laid back, with my mind on my money and my money on my mind Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice Laid back, with my mind on my money and my money on my mind |
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| _______________________________________________ [Nov 8,2005 3:07am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""] "Think for yourself. Question authority. Throughout human history, as our species has faced the frightening, terrorizing, fact that we do not know, who we are, or where we are going in this ocean of chaos, it has been the authorities, the political, the religious, the educational authorities who attempted to comfort us bygiving us order, rules, regulations, informing, forming in our minds their view of reality. To think for yourself you must question authority and learn how to put yourself in a state of vulnerable, open-mindedness; chaotic, confused, vulnerability to inform yourself." "Acid is not for every brain - only the healthy, happy, wholesome, handsome, hopeful, humorous, high-velocity should seek these experiences. This elitism is totally self-determined. Unless you are self-confident, self-directed, self-selected, please abstain." [img] |
| ______________________________ [Nov 8,2005 3:29am - jesus ""] 'can i buy some pot from you?' |
| _______________________________________________ [Nov 8,2005 5:36am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""] jesus said:'can i buy some pot from you?' Satan is in the house. He killed my mom... and turned her into a bull. |
| _______________________________________________ [Nov 8,2005 5:38am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""] Only fucking posers, die, man. |
| ______________________________ [Nov 8,2005 7:10am - jesus ""] word |
| _______________________________________________ [Nov 8,2005 7:16am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""] we wrote a new song about you. it's called "my personal relationship with Jesus Christ fell right thru his hands." i thought i'd let you know, thanks for dying for my sins and stuff. does that still count for the ones i havent commited yet or is their like a counter or timer going on this, cause if it wasa limited time only deal i gotta get on the ball ! |
| ______________________________ [Nov 8,2005 7:28am - jesus ""] beats the shit out of me, i've been rolling on methbombs all night. i'll ask the old man later though. when my pupils arent quarters |
| ______________________________ [Nov 8,2005 7:37am - jesus ""] even after witnessing the pats get raped by indy, they cant even with with jesus sitting behind the endzone :( , i'm in a good enough mood to keep your slate clean |
| ________________________________________________ [Nov 11,2005 4:22pm - whiskey_weed_and_women ""] [img] When I Die - a new 60 min. film by Wayne Ewing about the making of the Gonzo monument and the blast off of Dr. Thompson's ashes into the air. Now available on DVD. $19.95 + Shipping & Handling ORDER NOW SHIPS DECEMBER 1ST ...just in time for holidays DVD First Edition Features The movie - "When I Die" - (60) http://www.breakfastwithhunter.com/ [img] Dr. Hunter S. Thompson July 18, 1937 - February 20, 2005 Hunter always said that he was a road man for the Lords of Karma, that he had been here before and that he would return. Most of all, according to Hunter, the trick was "to get enough rest between gigs." I truly hope he's resting well, because there is a lot of work left to do for a great American who made us recognize how far we have failed to reach the American dream. -Wayne Ewing In lieu of flowers, the Thompson family requests that those who wish to express their condolences in some material way please send contributions to: Hunter S. Thompson Foundation PO Box 220 Woody Creek, CO 81656 |
| ________________________________________________ [Nov 11,2005 4:44pm - whiskey_weed_and_women ""] That’s the thing with the young these days, isn’t it? They watch too many happy endings. Everything has to be wrapped up, with a smile and a tear and a wave. Everyone has learned, found love, seen the error of their ways, discovered the joys of monogamy, or fatherhood, or filial duty, or life itself. In my day, people got shot at the end of films, after learning only that life is hollow, dismal, brutish and short. – Nick Hornby |
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| _______________________________________ [Nov 24,2005 9:18pm - Bradness nli ""] I coulda swore her hair was made of rayon She wore a Milton Bradley Crayon But she was something I could lay on Can't remember what became of me . . . Carolina Hardcore Ecstasy She put a Doobie Brothers tape on I had a Roger Daltry cape on There was a bed I dumped her shape on Can't remember what became of me . . . Carolina Hardcore Ecstasy Somewhat later on I woke up and she was gone There was dew out on the lawn In the sunrise Later she came back With a rumpled paper sack Which she told me would contain A surprise She stuck her hand right in it to the bottom Said she knew I'd be surprised she got'em Take a Charleston pimp to spot 'em Then she gave a pair of shoes to me ... Plastic leather, 14 Triple D I said: I wonder what's the shoes for She told me: Don't you worry no more And got right down there on the tile floor: Now Darling STOMP ALL OVER ME! ... Carolina Hardcore Ecstasy Is this something new Having people stomp on you? Is it what I need to do For your pleasure? What is this, a quiz? Don't you worry what it is It is merely just a moment I can treasure By ten o'clock her arms and legs were rendered She couldn't talk 'cause her mouth had been extendered Looked to me as though she had been blendered But was this abject misery? No! No! Carolina Hardcore Ecstasy! It might seem strange to Herb and Dee - Carolina Hardcore Ecstasy! |
| ________________________________________________ [Nov 24,2005 9:37pm - whiskey_weed_and_women ""] I played the cards I was dealt, Wyatt. Your problem is you're always trying to play someone else's. Allow me to tell you the truth and thus set you free: there is no happiness, Wyatt, there is no normal life. There's only life, that's all. Just life. The rest is relative. - Doc |
| ________________________________________________ [Nov 24,2005 9:37pm - whiskey_weed_and_women ""] "Football Season Is Over." - HST |
| ________________________________________________ [Nov 30,2005 1:51pm - whiskey_weed_and_women ""] It was a horrifically sad moment. Bukowski once described walking into a lonely dark strip club with his last $0.38, an old worn out dancer gracing the stage, and a four-man band playing an old tired dusty song in a sad desperate attempt to make everyone forget. Then the band gave it one more push, one last desperate thrust, and “really spanked her ass” trying to remind the dancer, trying to remind the audience, of what they once were. It was desperately sad and lonely. And he couldn’t get it up. That was the feeling when Carl proposed and when he and Eva married. The band didn’t spank anybody’s ass, but you could have choked on the stench of desperation. They were two lonely souls scarred by life, cruelly disfigured by it. You couldn’t help but think, “my god, they found each other”, and everyone knew that if life had been just a little less cruel to either Carl or Eva, this proposal, this engagement, this marriage would never have happened. By they resigned themselves to each other. Woody Allen said, "Marriage is the loss of hope." And it is. Like Carl and Eva, many people give up. Lose hope that life has anything better to offer and come to terms with the sad reality that they have it as good as it will ever be for them. So what’s the extension of all this? It does not really matter who you end up with, so long as you resign yourself to making it work, and doing that means losing hope. Losing hope that you deserve better, losing hope that a prince or princess is waiting for you, and that’s why the key to a successful marriage is precisely that loss of hope –resignation to the fact that you will not find anyone better, that this is as good as you are going to get, and when you have finally, at last given up all hope, when you have both truly finally fully surrender, then, you have the makings of a successful relationship. So come on in, the tiki bar is open. And leave your hopes and dreams at the door; we are dancing the desperation samba and serving till late. True - Bukowski one of lorca's best lines is, "agony, always agony ..." think of this when you kill a cockroach or pick up a razor to shave or awaken in the morning to face the sun. |
| _________________________________________________ [Dec 24,2005 12:57am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""] we still love you, for you know not what you do |
| ________________________________________________ [Dec 26,2005 4:38am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""] From the coast of gold, across the seven seas I'm travellin' on, far and wide But now it seems, I'm just a stranger to myself And all the things I sometimes do, it isn't me but someone else I close my eyes, and think of home Another city goes by in the night Ain't it funny how it is, you never miss it 'til it's gone away And my heart is lying there and will be 'til my dying day So understand Don't waste your time always searching for those wasted years Face up... make your stand And realise you're living in the golden years Too much time on my hands, I got you on my mind Can't ease this pain, so easily When you can't find the words to say it's hard to make it through another day And it makes me wanna cry and throw my hands up to the sky So understand Don't waste your time always searching for those wasted years Face up... make your stand And realise you're living in the golden years |
| ________________________________________________ [Dec 26,2005 1:13pm - whiskey_weed_and_women ""] I, I will be king And you, you will be queen Though nothing will drive them away We can beat them, just for one day We can be Heroes, just for one day And you, you can be mean And I, I'll drink all the time 'Cause we're lovers, and that is a fact Yes we're lovers, and that is that Though nothing, will keep us together We could steal time, just for one day We can be Heroes, for ever and ever What d'you say? I, I wish you could swim Like the dolphins, like dolphins can swim Though nothing, nothing will keep us together We can beat them, for ever and ever Oh we can be Heroes, just for one day I, I will be king And you, you will be queen Though nothing will drive them away We can be Heroes, just for one day We can be us, just for one day I, I can remember (I remember) Standing, by the wall (by the wall) And the guns shot above our heads (over our heads) And we kissed, as though nothing could fall (nothing could fall) And the shame was on the other side Oh we can beat them, for ever and ever Then we could be Heroes, just for one day We can be Heroes We can be Heroes We can be Heroes Just for one day We can be Heroes We're nothing, and nothing will help us Maybe we're lying, then you better not stay But we could be safer, just for one day Oh-oh-oh-ohh, oh-oh-oh-ohh, just for one day Do you remember a guy that's been In such an early song I've heard a rumour from Ground Control Oh no, don't say it's true They got a message from the Action Man "I'm happy, hope you're happy too I've loved all I've needed to love Sordid details following" The shrieking of nothing is killing Just pictures of Jap girls in synthesis and I Ain't got no money and I ain't got no hair But I'm hoping to kick but the planet it's glowing Ashes to ashes, funk to funky We know Major Tom's 4 a junkie Strung out in heaven's high Hitting an all-time low Time and again I tell myself I'll stay clean tonight But the little green wheels are following me Oh no, not again I'm stuck with a valuable friend "I'm happy, hope you're happy too" One flash of light but no smoking pistol I never done good things I never done bad things I never did anything out of the blue, Want an axe to break the ice Wanna come down right now We know Major Tom's 4 a junkie Strung out in heaven's high Hitting an all-time low My mother said to get things done You'd better not mess with Major Tom |
| ______________________________ [Dec 26,2005 3:27pm - wade ""] whiskey_weed_and_women said:From the coast of gold, across the seven seas I'm travellin' on, far and wide But now it seems, I'm just a stranger to myself And all the things I sometimes do, it isn't me but someone else I close my eyes, and think of home Another city goes by in the night Ain't it funny how it is, you never miss it 'til it's gone away And my heart is lying there and will be 'til my dying day So understand Don't waste your time always searching for those wasted years Face up... make your stand And realise you're living in the golden years Too much time on my hands, I got you on my mind Can't ease this pain, so easily When you can't find the words to say it's hard to make it through another day And it makes me wanna cry and throw my hands up to the sky So understand Don't waste your time always searching for those wasted years Face up... make your stand And realise you're living in the golden years i wrote this out on graph paper in 7th grade. must listen now (to the whole record). |
| _________________________________________________ [Dec 27,2005 12:28am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""] have you ever seen the movie Spun it has the best version of number of the beast done acousticly, one gtr and vocals....its so heavy |
| _______________________________ [Dec 27,2005 12:31am - wade ""] whiskey_weed_and_women said:have you ever seen the movie Spun it has the best version of number of the beast done acousticly, one gtr and vocals....its so heavy fuck, no but that sounds awesome.. |
| _________________________________________________ [Dec 27,2005 12:34am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""] yeah dood spun is the funniest meth movie ive ever seen. go check it out if you get the catch. i loved cause it remembered me a lot of my roomates and friends when i lived in virginia for the first time. but we did acid not meth. also doing acid for a whole summer really brings out the moral. |
| _________________________________________________ [Dec 27,2005 12:59am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""] [img] I tell ya, I remember a time when I was about... I was little, I don't know... 4, 5 something like that. We had this old dog that had a litter of puppies. And I walked in the bathroom one day and my Mother was standing there, kneeling down... Dog had a litter of about 8, and my Mother was bending over killing each one of these little puppies in the bathtub. I remember I said 'why?'... She said 'Im just killing what I can't take care of' - Then my momma said to me, she looked at me and she said 'I wish I could do that to you'. - Maybe she, maybe she shoulda. |
| ____________________________________ [Dec 27,2005 1:06am - RichHorror ""] Yeah, this movie is fucking fantastic. |
| ________________________________________________ [Dec 27,2005 2:41am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""] a year later [img] December 26, 2005 - one year after the Tsunami Posted: December 26, 2005 15:57:51 Today I went to Mieszko's grave to light a candle and give him the first 200 messages from the fans and friends and his copy of "Grind Finale". I am not sure how things are in the rest of the world but the Tsunami disaster struck very hard on Sweden and there are memorial services all over. One of the national TV-channels has devoted the whole day to the one year aniversary, so there is really no escape from everything. I read all the messages before I printed them out and my tears flooded. Thank you very much for the kind words. At the grave I spoke to Mieszko for the first time. I haven't felt that it's been the sane thing to do the other times I've been there, but today I showed him "Grind Finale" and said "Here it is, our last record" and ended up crying a little bit. The first time since the funeral that I've been crying at the grave. As you can see on the pictures the grave is still missing a proper tombstone and I know that it's been ordered but currently the ground is frozen so they have to wait until spring to get it there. |
| _________________________________________________ [Dec 27,2005 10:16am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""] What shall we use To fill the empty spaces Where we used to talk? How shall I fill The final places? How should I complete the wall |
| ________________________________________________ [Dec 28,2005 9:43pm - whiskey_weed_and_women ""] Call it a premonition, call it a crazy vision, Call it intuition, or something learned from mother, When she looked at up at me, I could clearly see The sword of Damocles hanging directly above her - Nick Cave ** At long last, a bit of a relaxing (long) weekend, though it seems to have flown by and not been nearly long enough for the required recharge, but was a good break nevertheless. Some good football (last ABC Monday night game – was nice to see Vinnie connect for one last time). Speaking of football… Watched ‘When I Die’ Sunday night (www.breakfastwithhunter.com) – a documentary about the design, engineering and construction of the HST Gonzo Fist memorial and the associated coordination of the disposal of the ashes. Quite nifty… Broke out a glass of Chivas…. The whole thing is only an hour long, but is very neat to watch – though I would say not for the fleeting fan. ** When I die I don’t want no part of heaven I would not do heaven’s work well I pray the devil comes and takes me To stand in the fiery furnaces of hell - Bruce Springsteen ** Monday night after the game, watched ‘Grizzly Man’ – this has to rank with one of the most thought provoking, desperate movies I have ever seen (on par with Leaving Las Vegas and Barfly for cheeriness) – basically a case study in insanity, and in trying to escape any sense of reality. ** We worship the flaw, the belly, the belly, the mole on the belly of an exquisite whore. He spared the child and spoiled the rod. I have not sold myself to God. - Patti Smith ** Much of that movie was about understanding the workings of the natural world, the working of our world, and our impact on both of those – where they intersect, and where they bisect. Richard Thompson also wrote and played on the soundtrack – a very nice touch – he is one of those really neat well kept secrets. ** ‘The common denominator of the universe is not harmony, but chaos, hostility, and murder. – Werner Herzog ** Herzog is talking about the whole of the universe, and referring very specifically to the animal kingdom, and extrapolating to us. And he is right. Neither we, nor our ancestors, nor any other beings in the wild wilds are harmonious – at least not in the way in which we typically think. Nature has it’s own hostile, chaotic and murderous harmony. ** “He who makes a beast of himself gets rid of the pain of being a man.” - Samuel Johnson ** Having spent a lifetime cutting myself off from human emotion, humanity and love, I have, at long last succeed in mutating into a wild animal. |
| _________________________________________________ [Dec 29,2005 12:08am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""] [img] i love this photo, its so good to see strong family values. |
| ________________________________________________ [Jan 2,2006 12:12am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""] The warrior spirit, as Americans call their propensity for macho soldiering, or killing people, is deep in their military culture. In Afghanistan's violent Helmand province, an American special-forces captain—with broad experience of counter-insurgency—analysed his furtive Taliban enemies thus: “They're cowards. Why don't they step up and fight like men?” Apparently, he had not considered how he might fight if he had no armour, no radio, an ancient rifle and the sure knowledge that if he fought like a man, he would be obliterated in minutes. -the economist |
| _______________________________________________ [Jan 2,2006 9:44pm - whiskey_weed_and_women ""] You get a shiver in the dark It’s been raining in the park but meantime South of the river you stop and you hold everything A band is blowing dixie double four time You feel all right when you hear that music ring You step inside but you don’t see too many faces Coming in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down Too much competition too many other places But not too many horns can make that sound Way on downsouth way on downsouth london town You check out guitar george he knows all the chords Mind he’s strictly rhythm he doesn’t want to make it cry or sing And an old guitar is all he can afford When he gets up under the lights to play his thing And harry doesn’t mind if he doesn’t make the scene He’s got a daytime job he’s doing alright He can play honky tonk just like anything Saving it up for friday night With the sultans with the sultans of swing And a crowd of young boys they’re fooling around in the corner Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles They don’t give a damn about any trumpet playing band It ain’t what they call rock and roll And the sultans played creole And then the man he steps right up to the microphone And says at last just as the time bell rings ’thank you goodnight now it’s time to go home’ And he makes it fast with one more thing ’we are the sultans of swing’ |
| _______________________________________________ [Jan 3,2006 3:01am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""] Think for yourself Question authority Throughout human history, as our species has faced the frightening, terrorizing fact that we do not know who we are, or where we are going in this ocean of chaos, it has been the authorities, the political, the religious, the educational authorities who attempted to comfort us by giving us order, rules, regulations, informing, forming in our minds their view of reality. To think for yourself you must question authority and learn how to put yourself in a state of vulnerable, open-mindedness; chaotic, confused, vulnerability to inform yourself. Think for yourself. Question authority. Dreaming of that face again. It's bright and blue and shimmering. Grinning wide and comforting me with it's three warm and wild eyes. On my back and tumbling down that hole and back again rising up and wiping the webs and the dew from my withered eye. In Out In Out In Out A child's rhyme stuck in my head. It said that life is but a dream. I've spent so many years in question to find I've known this all along. "So good to see you. I've missed you so much. So glad it's over. I've missed you so much. Came out to watch you play. Why are you running?" Shrouding all the ground around me. Is this holy crow above me. Black as holes within a memory and blue as our new second sun. I stick my hand into his shadow to pull the pieces from the sand. Which I attempt to reassemble to see just who I might have been. I do not recognize the vessel, but the eyes seem so familiar. Like phosphorescent desert buttons singing one familiar song... "So good to see you. I've missed you so much. So glad it's over. I've missed you so much. Came out to watch you play. Why are you running away?" Prying open my third eye. So good to see you once again. I thought that you were hiding. And you thought that I had run away. Chasing the tail of dogma. I opened my eye and there we were. So good to see you once again I thought that you were hiding from me. And you thought that I had run away. Chasing a trail of smoke and reason. Prying open my third eye. |
| _______________________________________________ [Jan 4,2006 1:14am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""] I’m an outsider by choice, but not truly. It’s the unpleasantness of the system that keeps me out. I’d rather be in, in a good system. That’s where my discontent comes from: Being forced to choose to stay outside. – George Carlin |
| _______________________________________________ [Jan 4,2006 6:32am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""] P.S. The U.S. started the Second World War. - Charles Manson |
| ________________________________________________ [Jan 11,2006 2:31am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""] Detective Mills: Do you like what you do for a living? These things you see? Man in Massage Parlour Booth: No, I don't. But that's life. |
| ________________________________________________ [Jan 11,2006 2:59am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""] Ernest Hemingway once wrote, "The world is a fine place and worth fighting for." I agree with the second part. damn i forgot how good the movie se7en was and is. |
| ________________________________________________ [Jan 11,2006 3:44am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""] All alone, or in two's, The ones who really love you Walk up and down outside the wall. Some hand in hand And some gathered together in bands. The bleeding hearts and artists Make their stand. And when they've given you their all Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy Banging your heart against some mad bugger's wall. |
| ____________________________________ [Jan 11,2006 5:09am - anonymous ""] Jesus was a black man, Jesus was Batman! No, no, no. That was Bruce Wayne |
| ________________________________________________ [Jan 12,2006 2:00pm - whiskey_weed_and_women ""] here we go again it’s stupid, I know, but I have an ability to feel happy for little or no reason, it’s not great elation, it’s more like a steady warmth – something like a warm heater on a cold night. I have no religion, and not even a decent philosophy and I’m not stupid: I know that death will finally arrive but don’t consider even this to be a negative factor. which is to say that in spite of everything, I feel good most of the time. I appear to handle setbacks, bad luck, minor tragedies, without difficulty, my mood remains unchanged. much experience, perhaps has taught me how to remain unmoved. yet there is one situation I can’t endure: a bitter, depressed, angry woman can still murder any good feelings that I might have – and just like that I despair and fall into a black pit. this occurs with some regularity and unfortunately in the wink of an eye I am sullen and depressed. and that’s stupid, I should be able to ignore female disorders even as the dark shit (that despite the dark shit) floods my brain. - Charles Bukowski |
| ________________________________________________ [Jan 18,2006 1:24am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""] i love quotes..... HIS NAME IS EARL As I go through life, fixing my mistakes one at a time, I've learned a thing or two about Karma, and part of keeping good Karma is sharing it with others. I hope these notions help you as much as they've helped me. Do good things and good things will happen to you. Do bad things and it will come back and bite you in the ass. If you want a better life, you need to be a better person. Bad luck might be contagious. It wouldn't be fair to bring someone into your life until you clean yours up. Never underestimate the power of confidence. And never underestimate fifteen beers, a little enlightenment, and the power of Rob Base and DJ Easy Rock. A person needs a little rest after having his moustache tickled at a gay bar. You have to do the hard things in life sooner or later. If you want the reward, you have to do the work. The secret to life is fixing all the bad things that you've done. Whether picking up trash, returning stolen merchandise, or helping a homosexual find love, it always has the same reward... feeling good about yourself. Karma. You got to love it. - Earl |
| ________________________________________________ [Jan 21,2006 5:43am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""] Sleep, sleep, sleep, oh sleep for me And rest your soul, just like the roses at your feet Dream, dream, dream, dream awhile for me And travel far away 'till the distance is complete There's 13 Angels standing on display I think they're gonna take you away One life time gone and now your soul is dead The angels just shake their heads Oh faith, faith, faith, have faith for me I lost it long ago somewhere I shouldn't be Heart heart heart, save your heart for me It's the only place I've been with everything I need There's 13 Angels standing on display I think they're gonna throw me away One life time gone and now my soul is dead The angels just shake their heads Oh, Maybe I'm a life time soldier never dying, never gettin' older Maybe I'm a life time soldier lost along the way.... High, high, high, stay high for me And let me see the things I never thought I'd be Wait, wait, wait, please wait for me I've travelled far and wide without a destiny There's 13 Angels standing on display I think they're gonna take you away One life time gone and now my soul is dead The angels just shake their heads Oh, Maybe I'm a life time soldier never dying, never gettin' older Maybe I'm a life time soldier lost along the way.... |
| _______________________________________________ [Feb 2,2006 1:44am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""] Like Murder Stoned I awoke in your temple To blackness above you And death beside me Where kitchen knives conspire Razor blades make bloodless love Like Murder The ghost of a pale girl is solemnly following me Pale will she follow me Into the sea I feel the flowers screaming To consume you Like Murder Earth and sky your cradle Earth and sky entomb you And death beside me I burrow through the dust In your skull But I cannot seem to find your soul Bloodless and numb We orbit the sun Hungry will this pale thing Follow me into the sea On the cold side of her face The reptiles awake Locust swarm from open mouths That sing thy kingdom come While blackness hums Nothing is true and I'm tired of your sad today You're screaming because There's nothing left for you to say Bloodless and numb We orbit the sun Hungry will this pale thing Follow me into the sea Stoned I awoke in your temple To blackness above you And death beside me Where kitchen knives conspire Razor blades make bloodless love Like Murder |
| _________________________________________ [Feb 2,2006 1:49am - davefromthegrave ""] acid bath makes living bearable |
| _________________________________________ [Feb 2,2006 1:55am - davefromthegrave ""] whiskey_weed_and_women said:[img] where is that? |
| _______________________________________________ [Feb 2,2006 2:03am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""] that would be from when SuperJoint Ritual jammed at CBGB's....Hank was well trippin', flipped over a couch and decided to scroll that down. |
| ________________________________________________ [Feb 2,2006 12:38pm - whiskey_weed_and_women ""] The Dude: Look, nothing is fucked, here, man. The Big Lebowski: Nothing is fucked? The god damn plane has crashed into the mountain! |
| _______________________________________________ [Feb 7,2006 1:59am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""] "Listen, the next revolution is gonna be a revolution of ideas. A bloodless revolution. And if I can take part in it by transforming my own consciousness, then someone else's, I'm happy to do it." "As long as I'm going to live in this world, I might as well make it the most enjoyable and fun and fair place I can make it." the Sane Man !!!!! |
| _______________________________________________ [Feb 7,2006 2:04am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""] Anybody practicing the fine art of composing music, no matter how cynical or greedy or scared, still can't help serving all humanity. Music makes practically everybody fonder of life than he or she would be without it. Kurt Vonnegut |
| ________________________________________________ [Feb 11,2006 4:06am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""] For nearly 6 years i've been lifeguarding at the local YMCA, they pay well, most of the girls are loose and the hours aren't that bad. Aside from the random christian witnessing to you, its not too bad, but today something happened that I thought would be perfect for blogwars. On mondays i work the closing shift, monday is also the major private lesson day. Most of the lessons are small children, but the first week of every month is the "special classes" the tards come rolling in and splash around. Nothing too special, about an hour in one of the tards walks up to me and says "i'm bleeding" first thought is to do the lifeguard thing gloves bandaid and all that, i ask her "where are you bleeding" and then she slaps me in the face with a femine hygene product, a pad, to be more exact... There are five other lifeguards in the water and the second the pad hits my face they all look, there was a momentary pause, and the i relized what was on my face. years of stileproject and blogwars have jaded me to seeing most things, but the second i felt that warm tard blood i began to puke. The YMCA pool building has a wonderful echo, and the sound of vomit reverberated throughout the building. The tard began to laugh that vile tard laugh. They've given me a 2 week vacation and i don't really think thats enough. |