it's just a ride
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[Mar 8,2005 4:11pm - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
The world is like a ride at an amusement park, and when you choose to go on it, you think it's real, because that's how powerful our minds are. And the ride goes up and down and round and round and it has thrills and chills and it's very brightly colored and it's very loud. And it's fun, for a while.
Some people have been on the ride for a long time, and they begin to question: 'Is this real? Or is this just a ride?' And other people have remembered, and they come back to us and they say 'Hey! Don't worry, don't be afraid - ever - because... this is just a ride.' And we kill those people.
'Shut him up! We have a lot invested in this ride! Shut him up! Look at my furrows of worry; look at my big bank account, and my family. This has to be real.'
It's just a ride. But we always kill those good guys who try and tell us that - ever notice that? - and we let the demons run amok. But it doesn't matter, because... it's just a ride, and we can change it any time we want. It's only a choice. No effort. No worry. No job. No savings and money. Just a choice, right now, between fear and love. The eyes of fear want you to put bigger locks on your door, buy bigger guns, close yourself off. The eyes of love, instead, see all of us as one.
Here's what we can do to change the world, right now, into a better ride. Take all that money we spend on weapons and defense each year and, instead, spend it feeding, clothing and educating the poor of the world, which it would do many times over - not one human being excluded - and we can explore space together, both inner and outer, forever. In peace. - another fallen hero
[Mar 8,2005 8:44pm - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
a Tibetan monk sets himself on fire.
"what what are you doing ? "
"making you deal with your shit. "
[Mar 9,2005 6:17am - psychogirl ""]
it's lovely to notice that other people started to think as well. but it's only a dream of a better world which will not come true. capitalism is the main thing of the world these days. and we can't stop it, it can only kill itself.
[Mar 9,2005 6:24am - psychogirl ""]
forgot to say something very important: you're very cool, dude.
few months ago i thought like you do. but now i lost the motivaton. i didn't gave up trying to change the thoughts of the people but i finally look through it. we're like marionettes. you can't make anything than the best out of it.
[Mar 9,2005 1:52pm - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
has nothing to do with changing peoples minds, people are gonna do whatever they want. the can expierence life or go along with it.
and for that matter why didnt someone ever shoot the person who said "that's just how life is."
why wasn't that person taken down right then and there, hmm.
back and to the left, back and to the left
[Mar 9,2005 5:07pm - KeithMutiny ""]
i seriously wish i could think of something tremendously stupid to say right here.
[Mar 9,2005 5:08pm - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
that was pretty good.
[Mar 9,2005 5:10pm - KeithMutiny ""]
i figured that would work
[Mar 9,2005 5:57pm - thegreatspaldino ""]
i eat mac and cheese a lot
[Mar 9,2005 6:07pm - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
that must be gratifying
[Mar 9,2005 6:08pm - thegreatspaldino ""]
it is
[Mar 9,2005 7:04pm - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
there can be only one !
[Mar 10,2005 9:59am - malettey ""]
a lot of christians wear crosses around their necks...do you think that when jesus comes back, he ever wants to see a fucking cross? that's like going up to jackie onassis with a rifle pendant on..."just thinkin of john, jackie..."
whiskey_weed_and_women said:back and to the left, back and to the left
bill hicks was fucking awesome
[Mar 10,2005 3:55pm - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
awesome doesn't quite cover it, i wish he was alive today to die from a heart attack after seeing how worse this place has gotten.
[Mar 10,2005 4:39pm - dread_104 ""]
i find myself wishing he were alive all the time. weird
[Mar 10,2005 4:45pm - dftg nli ""]
capitalism will always beat out every other system because it has more money to work with.
[Mar 10,2005 5:40pm - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
Ha...hope you make more then me, cause money is what's really important at the end of the day.
[Mar 10,2005 8:24pm - DaveFromTheGrave ""]
I didn't say I like it. I said that's how it is.
[Mar 10,2005 8:36pm - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
no, sorry sir. that's how it is for you. well hope you enjoy the home version of the game please try again at your earliest convience. while you're at it try some some new crystal clear pepsi and i heard the JLo is putting out a new album goodluck with that.
nothing has to be anything, you told at an early age you can do anything, so then why when you reach a certain age is the coin flipped to people saying that's just the way it is. no it's not, you're letting it be that way. everything and anything starts with one person.
also i would like to cept this award and thank my mother, god, my agent, and the 3ft tall bright pink bunnie with angel wings hanging in my window.
goodnight arizona.
[Mar 22,2005 1:31am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
Hear me people. We have now to deal with another race – small and feeble when our fathers first met them, but now great and overbearing. Strangely enough they have a mind to till the soil and the love of possession is a disease with them. These people have made many rules that the rich may break, but the poor may not. They take their tithes from the poor and weak to support the rich and those who rule.
- Chief Sitting Bull, speaking at the Powder River Conference in 1877
The Powder River Conference ended ninety-five years ago, but the old Chief’s baleful analysis of the White Man’s rape of the American continent was just as accurate then as it would be today if he came back from the dead and said it for the microphones on prime-time TV. The ugly fallout from the American Dream has been coming down at a pretty consistent rate since Sitting Bull’s time – and the only real difference now… is that we seem to be on the verge of ratifying the fallout and forgetting the Dream itself… This may be the year we finally come face to face with ourselves; finally just lay back and say it – that we are really just a nation of 220 million used car salesmen with all the money we need to buy guns, and no qualms about killing anybody else in the world who tries to make us uncomfortable.
- Hunter S. Thompson – Fear and Loathing: On the Campaign Trail (1973)
… and still nothing’s changed…
[Mar 24,2005 10:11pm - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
In October of 2003, on the LATE SHOW WITH DAVID LETTERMAN, Warren Zevon made his final public performance. When Dave asked Warren if his illness gave him any special insight into life and death, Warren shrugged and said he didn't think so, "Not unless I know how much you're supposed to enjoy every sandwich." There was a hush in the audience.
That night, Letterman ended his broadcast with his arm around the dying singer and said, "Warren, enjoy every sandwich."
[Mar 24,2005 10:23pm - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
I’ve got to change my way of living - allman brothers
[Mar 25,2005 1:36am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
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[Mar 25,2005 1:42am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
The death penalty would be even more effective, as a deterrent, if we executed a few innocent people more often.
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The rebel is doomed to a violent death. The rest of us can look forward to sedated expiration in a coma inside an oxygen tent, with tubes inserted in every bodily orifice.
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The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.
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The great question of life is not the question of death but the question of life. Fear of death shames us all.
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Those who fear death most are those who enjoy life least.
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Death if every man's final critic. To die well you must live bravely.
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The industrial way of life leads to the industrial way of death. From Shiloh to Dachau, from Antietam to Stalingrad, from Hiroshima to Vietnam and Afghanistan, the great specialty of industry and technology has been the mass production of human corpses.
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The country dog's report on returning from a first trip to town: "Stand still, they fuck you to death; run and they eat your ass out."
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Mexico: where life is cheap, death is rich, and the buzzards are never unhappy.
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To live life is to take risks; to always be safe and secure is death.
[Mar 25,2005 2:38am - DaveFromTheGrave ""]
whiskey_weed_and_women said:[img]
that's super
[Mar 25,2005 10:40am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
DaveFromTheGrave said:that's super
yeah i said to myself, what would Aaron do !
[Mar 25,2005 11:00am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
LeRoy says there's something you should know
Not everybody has a place to go
And home is just a place to hang your head
And dream of things to do in Denver when you're dead
- warren zevon
[Mar 25,2005 5:47pm - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
… and on occasion I like to wander outside, stark naked and fire my .44 magnum at various gongs I’ve mounted on the nearby hillside. I like to load up on mescaline and turn my amplifier up to 110 decibles for a taste of “White Rabbit” while the sun comes up on the snow peaks along the Continental Divide.
Which is not entirely the point. The world is full of places where a man can run wild on drugs and loud music and fire-power – but not for long.
…
Turn them into grassy malls where everybody, even freaks, could do whatever’s right. The cops would become trash collectors and maintenance men for a fleet of municipal bicycles, for anybody to use.. No more huge, space-killing apartment buildings to block the view, from any downtown street, of anybody who might want to look up and see the mountains. No more land-rapes, no more bursts for “flute playing” or “blocking the sidewalk”… fuck the tourists, dead-end the highway, zone the greenheads out of existence, and in general create a town where people could live like human beings, instead of slaves to some bogus sense of Progress that is driving us all mad.
-HST
[Mar 28,2005 1:52am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
Photos of the strippers were on display behind the glass out front. I walked up and ought a ticket. The girl in the cage looked better than the photos. Now I had 38 cents left. I walked into the dark theatre eight rows from the front. The first three rows were packed.
I had lucked out. The movie was over and the stripper was already on. Darlene. The first was usually the worst, an old timer come down, now reduced to kicking leg in the chorus line most of the time. We had Darlene for openers. Probably someone had been murdered or was on the rag or was having a screaming fit, and this was Darlene’s chance to dance sole again.
But Darlene was fine. Skinny, but with breasts. A body like a willow. At the end of that slim back, that slim body, was an enormous behind. It was like a miracle – enough to drive a man crazy.
Darlene was dressed in a long black velvet gown slit very high – her calves and thighs were dead white against the black. She danced and looked out at us through heavily mascaraed eyes. This was her chance. She wanted to come back – to be the featured dancer once again. I was with her her. As she worked the zippers more and more of her began to show, to slip out of that sophisticated black velvet, leg and white flesh. Soon she was down to her pink bra and G-string – the fake diamonds swinging and flashing as she danced.
Darlene danced over and grabbed the stage curtain. The curtain was torn and thick with dust. She grabbed it, dancing to the beat of the for man band and in the light of the pink spotlight.
She began to fuck that curtain. The band rocked in the rhythm. Darlene really gave it to that curtain; the band rocked and she rocked. The pink light abruptly switched to purple. The band stepped it up, played all out. She appeared to climax. Her head fell back and her mouth opened.
Then she straightened and danced back to the center of the stage. From where I was sitting I could hear her singing to herself over the music. She took hold of her pink bra and ripped it off and a guy three rows down lit a cigarette. There was just the G-string now. She pushed her finger into her bellybutton, and moaned.
Darlene remained dancing at stage center. The band was playing very softly. She began a gentle grind. She was fucking us. The beaded G-string was swaying slowly. The four man band began to pick up gradually once again. They were reaching for the culmination of the act; the drummer was cracking rim-shots like firecrackers, they looked tired, desperate.
Darlene fingered her naked breasts, showing them to us, her eyes filled with the dream, her lips moist and parted. Then suddenly she turned and waved her enormous behind at us. The beads parted and flashed, went crazy, sparkled. The spotlight shook and danced like the sun. The four man band crackled and banged. Darlene spun around. She tore away the beads. I looked, they looked. We could see her cunt hairs through the flesh-colored gauze. The band really spanker her ass.
And I couldn’t get it up.
-Factotum
[Mar 28,2005 2:01am - Bradness ""]
fart
[Mar 28,2005 3:40am - damnose ""]
zevon is the man, but "enjoy every sandwich" is a really shitty tribute album.
Roland the Headless Thompson Gunner would make for an excellent black metal cover, if only for the subject matter. That son of a bitch van owen...
[Mar 28,2005 4:00am - DEATH2ALL ""]
Any point to this?
[Mar 28,2005 12:00pm - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
whatever you take from it, otherwise just enjoy the ride.
[Mar 31,2005 12:27am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
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"Mieszko's father told me that they wanted to place one guitar inside the casket since music was such a big part of his life. I told him to choose the thin Ibanez guitar since that was Mieszko's oldest guitar which he has used in all of his bands. They also wanted to have one guitar next to the casket during the funeral and I told them to use the BC Rich which was Mieszko's main guitar.
"If there is an afterlife, I'm sure Mieszko is really pissed at me right now for picking that Ibanez guitar since he hated tuning it…
"
"Goodbye, Mieszko, we'll see you on the other side." said Anders Jakobson
[Apr 1,2005 2:25am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
"Hell ain’t a bad place to be "– AC/DC
[Apr 7,2005 10:21pm - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
There's the television. It's all right there - all right there. Look, listen, kneel, pray. Commercials! We're not productive anymore. We don't make things anymore. It's all automated. What are we *for* then? We're consumers, Jim. Yeah. Okay, okay. Buy a lot of stuff, you're a good citizen. But if you don't buy a lot of stuff, if you don't, what are you then, I ask you? What? Mentally *ill*. Fact, Jim, fact - if you don't buy things - toilet paper, new cars, computerized yo-yos, electrically-operated sexual devices, servo systems with brain-implanted headphones, screwdrivers with miniature built-in radar devices, voice-activated computers...We're consumers. We are by-products of a lifestyle obsession. Murder, crime, poverty, these things don't concern me. What concerns me are celebrity magazines, television with 500 channels, some guy's name on my underwear. Rogaine, Viagra, Olestra.Fuck damnation, man! fuck redemption! We are God's unwanted children? So be it! Man, I see in fight club the strongest and smartest men who've ever lived. I see all this potential, and I see squandering. God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need. We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war... our Great Depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won't. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off. You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not your fucking khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world. Listen up, maggots. You are not special. You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You're the same decaying organic matter as everything else. In the world I see - you are stalking elk through the damp canyon forests around the ruins of Rockefeller Center. You'll wear leather clothes that will last you the rest of your life. You'll climb the wrist-thick kudzu vines that wrap the Sears Tower. And when you look down, you'll see tiny figures pounding corn, laying strips of venison on the empty car pool lane of some abandoned superhighway.
[Apr 8,2005 5:19pm - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
She was fifteen years old, going on thirty-five, Doc, and she told me she was eighteen, she was very willing, I practically had to take to sewing my pants shut. Between you and me, uh, she might have been fifteen, but when you get that little red beaver right up there in front of you, I don't think it's crazy at all and I don't think you do either. No man alive could resist that, and that's why I got into jail to begin with. And now they're telling me I'm crazy over here because I don't sit there like a goddamn vegetable. Don't make a bit of sense to me. If that's what's being crazy is, then I'm senseless, out of it, gone-down-the-road, wacko. But no more, no less, that's it.
[Apr 24,2005 5:53pm - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
it's funny i was watching Mad Max Beyond Thunderdome and never realized how much Shakesphere is in it. i mean these quotes are pure poetry to modern day scripture.
"Remember where you are - this is Thunderdome, and death is listening, and will take the first man that screams."
"Right now, I've got two men, two men with a gut full of fear. Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls... dyin' times here!"
"I ain't Captain Walker. I'm the guy who carries Mr. Dead in his pocket."
"Remember: no matter where you go, there you are."
i guess today wasn't such a goodday to die, now go back to your daily lives people and remember what you've seen here. cause we are the ones who gotta keep remembering. time counts and keeps counting so when they see the lights and find their way home, we gotta lett'em have the knowing of the man who finds us and helps get here. so ever night we light the lights to tell the stories so they know that when they finds us, they've made it home.
[May 4,2005 11:00pm - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
sinking into sociopathic delusion helps you see how the world really works
-randall t. pitsworth
[May 4,2005 11:50pm - DestroyYouAlot ""]
whiskey_weed_and_women said:a Tibetan monk sets himself on fire.
"what what are you doing ? "
"making you deal with your shit. "
Motherfucking Robin Williams. That special is amazing, right after he got out of his Disney contract, straight back to the filth. As it should be.
[May 4,2005 11:52pm - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
filth is just another word for telling the truth !
[May 5,2005 8:20am - brian_dc ""]
looking at your original post here...Bill Hicks had so many amazing things to say and because of that was so overlooked...glad to see that his impact is out there.
[May 10,2005 1:45pm - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
My advice to you is not to inquire why or whither, but just enjoy your ice cream while it's on your plate -- that's my philosophy. ~Thorton Wilder
[May 25,2005 3:20pm - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
I do not mean to exclude altogether the idea of patriotism. I know it exists, and I know it has done much in the present contest. But I will venture to assert, that a great and lasting war can never be supported on this principle alone. It must be aided by a prospect of interest, or some reward. - George Washington
[May 25,2005 3:43pm - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
we are facing a dangerous spirit ahead, if we do not stop, correct and change some of these wrong doings now. we are all gonna suffer.
either things that we made will over take us or nature will take over.
earthquake, flood, rain, sever drought, sever winter, lightning destruction, great wind destruction.
these things will warn us we are not following the laws of the great spirit.
are you lost !
[May 26,2005 10:01pm - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
I must admit, they planted a lot of things
in the brains and the veins of my strain
Makes it hard to refrain, from the host of cocaine
From them whores, from the flame
From a post in the game
Makes it hard to maintain focus
They're from the glock rounds, and lockdowns, and berries
The seeds that sow, get devoured by the same locusts
Cause it's a hard row to hoe
if your ass don't move, and the rain don't fall
And the ground just dry
But the roots are strong, so some survive
So you're surprised, now I'm bustin cries
You got more juice than Zeus
Slangin lightnin tryin to frighten
Plains dwellers, of the Serengeti
But get beheaded when you falsely dreaded
Melanin silicon and collagen injected
Dissectin my pride, fool I don't wanna get it started
We be the lionhearted, without a fantasy
It's like that red sprite, you can't imagine it
unless you lookin at the canvas of life
and not through the peephole of mortality
Single minded mentality
Gettin over on loopholes
Gettin paid two-fold on technicalities
Clickin your heels, scared to bust how you feel
Pack the steel
Pickin cotton from the killing fields with no toe
I don't we in Kansas no mo' though
Midwest or Dirty South
Clean dressed or dirty mouth
Whether robbin preachers or killin Poor Righteous Teachers
You a scared demon
Shouldn't be allowed to spread semen
And your cowardly lies never defyin the jackals who babble
Runnin with they pack, tail between your legs
Though the man on your head say the story
As you downplay your glory
Cacklin, helpin the shacklin of your brethern happen
Just by rappin..
LIBERTAD..
[May 28,2005 3:57pm - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
"Go on, for the love of God, go back to your philipkins. I"m sick and tired of hearing about Messiahs. One comes along he's crucified; along comes the next, he's crucified too. And haven't you learnt what message Andrew brought his father Jonah: it seems wherever you go and wherever you stop, you find a cross. The dungeons are overflowing with Messiahs...Ooo, enough's enough! We've been getting along just fine without Messiahs---they're nothing but a pain in the neck. Go on, bring me some cheese and I"ll give you a pan-full of fish. You give me and I give you: that's the Messiah."
---------The Last Temptation of Christ, Nikos Kazantzakis
[Jun 7,2005 7:11pm - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
Whiskey, Weed and Women
As I watch the sun
set slowly I hold back the tears
And I can't help but wonder
why the lord had to put me here
Caused I've raised hell
All night long
And I've seen a good
man go wrong
And I can't help
The way that I am
Cause the whiskey weed and women
had the upper hand
Livin' lonely
is the life that I been livin'
I got drunk
the day my paw went to prison
And when my mama died
I just didn't care about livin'
And I drank myself blind
just tryin' to find a good reason
And I've raised hell
All night long
And I've seen a good
man go wrong
And I can't help
The way that I am
Cause the whiskey weed and women
have the upper hand
Yeah the whiskey weed and women
have the upper hand,
hand,
hand
[Jun 28,2005 8:40pm - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
All man's miseries derive from not being
able to sit quietly in a room alone.
BLAISE PASCAL
(1623-1662)
I'm putting tinfoil up on the windows
Lying down in the dark to dream
I don't want to see their faces
I don't want to hear them scream
- W. Zevon
Menopause is when the stork that brings babies is shot by drunken hunters – Homer Simpson
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There's a passage I got memorized. Ezekiel 25:17. "The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides
by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of the darkness. For he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know I am the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon you."
I been sayin' that shit for years. And if you ever heard it, it meant your ass. I never really questioned what it meant. I thought it was just a cold-blooded thing to say to a motherfucker 'fore you popped a
cap in his ass. But I saw some shit this mornin' made me think twice. Now I'm thinkin', it could mean you're the evil man. And I'm the righteous man. And Mr. .45 here, he's the shepherd protecting my righteous ass in the valley of darkness. Or is could by you're the righteous man and I'm the shepherd and it's the world that's evil and selfish. I'd like that. But that shit ain't the truth. The truth is you're the weak. And I'm the tyranny of evil men. But I'm tryin'. I'm tryin' real hard to be a shepherd.
Jules
[Jul 25,2005 9:12pm - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
hell yeah
Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
with all the niggaz sayin
Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
Hell yeah
Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
[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
[Aug 25,2005 11:51pm - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
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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."
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[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 ""]
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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
[Nov 24,2005 7:45pm - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
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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 ""]
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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
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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 ""]
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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.
[Feb 11,2006 8:09am - badsneakers ""]
huh..
I thought this was going to be about the Iann Robinson DJ night at the Reel Bar in Allston that goes by the title "Its Just a Ride"
[Feb 11,2006 11:12am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
badsneakers said:huh..
I thought this was going to be about the Iann Robinson DJ night at the Reel Bar in Allston that goes by the title "Its Just a Ride"
yeah def negatory !!!!
[Feb 12,2006 7:23am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
it's after the end of the world, don't you know that yet !
[Feb 12,2006 7:28am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
The following is an actual question given on a University of Washington chemistry mid-term. The answer was so "profound" that the professor shared it with colleagues, which is why we now have the pleasure of enjoying it.
Bonus Question: Is Hell exothermic (gives off heat) or endothermic (absorbs heat)?
Most of the students wrote proofs of their beliefs using Boyle's Law, (gas cools when it expands and heats up when it is compressed) or some variant.
One student, however, wrote the following:
"First, we need to know how the mass of Hell is changing over time. So we need to know the rate at which souls are moving into Hell and the rate they are leaving. I think we can safely assume that once a soul gets to Hell, it will not leave; therefore, no souls are leaving.
As for how many souls are entering Hell, lets look at the different religions of the world. Some of these religions state that if you are not a member of their religion, you will go to Hell. Since there are more than one of these religions and since people do not belong to more than one religion, we can project that all souls go to Hell. With birth and death rates as they are, we can expect the number of souls in Hell to increase exponentially.
Now, we look at the rate of change of the volume in Hell because Boyle's Law states that in order for the temperature and pressure in Hell to stay constant, the volume of Hell has to expand as souls are added. This allows for two possibilities:
1. If Hell is expanding at a slower rate than the rate at which souls enter Hell, then the temperature and pressure in Hell will increase until all Hell breaks loose.
2. Of course, if Hell is expanding at a rate faster than the increase of souls in Hell, then the temperature and pressure will drop until Hell freezes over.
So is it #1 or #2? If we accept the postulate given to me by Ms. Teresa Banyan during my freshman year, "...that it will be a cold day in Hell before I go out with you." -- and take into account the fact that I still have not succeeded in winning Ms. Banyan's affections, then, #2 cannot be true, and thus I am certain Hell is exothermic and will not freeze."
The student received the only "A" on the exam. (author unknown)
[Feb 12,2006 7:32am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
with apologies to raoul duke and hunter thompson
We were somewhere around Barstow on the edge of the desert when the chickens began to cross the road. I remember saying something like "I feel a bit lightheaded; maybe we should get something to eat . . . ." And suddenly there was a terrible clucking all around us and the road was filled with what looked like hideous walking poultry, beaks and huge feathery wings, all screeching and hopping and flapping right in front of the car, which was going about a hundred miles an hour with the top down to Las Vegas. And a voice was screaming: "Holy Jesus! What are these goddamn animals?"
I slammed on the brakes. My fat Samoan attorney had pulled his shirt up and was chomping down the last of a Crispy McChicken sandwich, pouring tartar sauce all over his exposed gut to keep it moist. He half-looked at me and muttered "What the hell are you yelling about, man?" "Never mind," I said, staring out into the feathery horizon. "It's your turn to drive." I got up and we switched seats. No point mentioning those chickens, I thought. The poor bastard will have to deal with them soon enough.
"Dammit man," he said as the driver's seat eased into his weight, "I can't concentrate with all this clucking." I glared at him. Measuring the shape of his skull. "Are you fit to drive?" I asked. "You need some medicine?" He shook his head. Sweat and gravy dribbled off of it. "I think I just gotta . . . . get away from all these chickens." There were hundreds of them now, squawking and strutting like military officers in single file stretched out as far as the twisted eye could see. They were stopping traffic. What would Horatio Alger do?
KILL THE HEAD AND THE BODY WILL NOT IMMEDIATELY DIE
This line appears in my notebook for some reason. Perhaps some connection with Colonel Sanders. Is he still alive? Still able to talk? If he's dead, did they preserve him in 11 herbs and spices? "Let them cross," I heard myself saying. "They could prove useful."
"What, you wanna smash their brains in with the tire jack and stuff 'em in the trunk for supper?" His thumb was fiddling with the sharpest knife I've ever seen.
"Maybe." I said. "First I want to study their habits."
I would see my attorney didn't fully approve of my plans but the chickens outnumbered him, and they were on MY SIDE. You could see them crossing, one by one, a great pulsating wall of out-of-season game stretching out to the horizon, discounted poultry inching ever forward to cross the road as if it were what they were born to do. Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run, but no explanation, no mix or words or memories or sourdough rolls can touch that central sense of purpose those chickens gave off. They believed, somehow, that they could be better than life and history, madness, fear and loathing. They had something to accomplish. They had a road to cross.
"How many roads must a man walk down before you can call him a man?"
How many roads must a chicken cross? History is hard to know, because of all the hired chickens--t, but every now and then the energy of a whole species comes out in a long fine squawk for reasons nobody really understands at the time. They were that squawk, they were the great Las Vegas Chicken Wave of that fowl Year of our Lord, 1971, shuffling ever sideways on a lengthwise track, going on a real trip that needed no explanation or apology, searching for that perfect high that only comes from finding an instant's home on that yellow line, knowing that just one of those specks of sunshine asphalt is your very own.
It was a futile gesture, of course. Most gestures are. Madness can be crossed in any direction, any hour. But they had the journey, a wild, awful chicken version of the American Dream. You could stare out into the desert skyline, just below where the center core of the sun hits hard enough to bleach a man's bones white, and with the right kind of eyes you could almost see the par-boil mark - that place on the horizon where road and chicken finally met in poultry perfection.
I looked down. My fat attorney had stopped one of the chickens, and was offering him some cheap-grade blotter acid.
"Let him go, you idiot!" I said. "Can't you see he prefers the harder stuff?" He dropped the acid to bake on the road and some of the artier chickens sniffed about it a bit. He slid back into the driver's seat but I pushed him out again. I'd taken a big hit off his McChicken sandwich and felt more than fit to drive. We returned to our designated seats, and something in the natural order of the world flipped about 180?. The chickens were dispersing. The road was clearing up. Something in the backseat clucked.
"What're you taking this chicken for?" I asked.
"He could prove useful." A half-dozen white feathers were hanging off my attorney's cheek.
"So, what do we do now?"
"As your attorney I advise you to drive extremely fast and we'll sort out the details later."
I took a swig of rum and slammed the accelerator to the floor. We sped forward, jarred only occasionally by the "whump" of a chicken meeting a fate unmentioned in any Horatio Alger book.
By this time I was laughing like a crazy man. But it made no difference. We were off to Vegas, three modern monsters in search of the American Dream; on the move, and just sick enough to be totally confident.
[Feb 12,2006 7:34am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
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[Feb 15,2006 2:23pm - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
dood 1: It would be on vinyl, silly.
dood 2: The hipster handbook WOULD be on vinyl!
dood 2: On a super rare hard to find 7 inch.
dood 2: Marbled green.
dood 2: Or CLEAR.
dood 1: And the older stuff would be better.
[Feb 16,2006 3:17am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
What's that smell?
[Feb 16,2006 8:48am - the_taste_of_cigarettes ""]
www.livejournal.com
[Feb 16,2006 11:19am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
A hierarchy
Spread out on the nightstand
The spirit of team
Salvation is another chance
A sore loser
Yelling with my mouth shut
A cracking portrait
The fondling of the trophies
The null of losing
Can you afford that luxury?
A sore winner
But I'll just keep my mouth shut
It shouldn't bother me
But it does
The small victories
The cankers and medallions
They keep me thinking that someday
I might beat you
But I'll just keep my mouth shut
The little nothings
It shouldn't bother me
But it does
IF I SPEAK AT ONE CONSTANT VOLUME AT ONE CONSTANT PITCH
AT ONE CONSTANT RHYTHM RIGHT INTO YOUR EAR, YOU STILL WON'T HEAR
You still won't hear
[Feb 16,2006 12:10pm - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
To make a long story short, Mark Rogowski—a.k.a. Gator, a.k.a. Gator Marc Anthony—is a man who became rich and famous as a pro skater starting in the '80s and is now 10 years into a life sentence for the brutal rape and murder of a woman he barely knew.
In the time between the start of his career, at the height of which he was the most balls-out, hardest skater then competing, and his crime, which he committed in 1991, Gator passed through a veritable template of '80s decadence and celebrity. He was the quintessential rockstar skater, taking the example set by his forebears Tony Alva and Jay Adams to an unprecedented egotistical stratosphere by partying, bragging, and fighting a swath through a booming skateboarding industry. Gator took selling out as far as it could possibly go. He became eagerly involved in the most cynically corny and uncool marketing tactics, like the arena-rock-meets-skating "Swatch Impact Tour" and the most excessively gay Vision Street Wear ads ever.
Gator was, in fact, the first skater to be sponsored by Vision, and there was a real golden age of skating optimism and progress that starred him, Christian Hosoi, Steve Caballero, and Tony Hawk. Gator was the rebel of the group, the one who burned fastest and to whom image was most important. His concern with appearances had its negative effects on the sport for sure (crass commercialism, style over substance), but it also benefited skating hugely by upping its public image. This era, more than any other, birthed the mythos of skating as a countercultural, punk rock, cool thing that you should start doing during the years when you hate your parents. There are those who will argue that the older Zephyr skaters, like Stacy Peralta and Alva, made skating punk and for the people. That is bullshit.
Those skaters influenced other skaters, but not culture at large to the extent that Gator and his ilk did. Oh, and another thing about those forefathers: Thanks for bringing skating out as a full-on sport and lifestyle, guys, but your movie, Dogtown and Z-Boys, sucked my ass. How many times do we need to hear Stacy Peralta, the film's director (and a man known smirkingly to some as "Grandpa Thrasher"), wax philosophic about skating? The juxtaposition of surfer, then skater, then surfer, then skater was more than just pedantic, it was insufferably boring; almost as boring as hearing old men brag about how they once punched a guy in the nose for moving in on their skate turf (ooooh!). As with Shepard Fairey's "Obey" crap, Dogtown and Z-Boys has become an excellent way to separate people who are really into the culture from those who secretly read "cool hunter" reports.
If you want to see a film that truly sums up skate culture and all it has wrought, the only one worth watching is Stoked. Directed by New York filmmaker Helen Stickler, Stoked tells the specific story of Gator, his ascendancy, and his fall from glory. Along the way, it exposes some harsh truths about stardom and that woozy moment at the end of the '80s when the money, fame, and acclaim of success dropped out of many people's lives—Gator included.
Stoked is an elegy to skaters and skate culture. All the major players are interviewed, including the aforementioned Peralta, Hawk, Caballero, etc. Gator, over the telephone from the Southern California prison where he resides, is a constant presence. This movie extends beyond the limited scope of the skate world (although it contains classic skate footage and funny, poignant conversations with familiar faces that are required viewing for any skate rat). At its core, Stoked is a cautionary tale of crashing and burning, of letting anger take over your life, and of the consequences of being a pampered celebrity.
According to Stickler, "The biggest motivating factor in making this movie was wanting to know how this talented, motivated, successful dude could get to such a point of desperation that he'd take someone's life. To me, a crime like that equals soul emptiness—total deprivation. So I saw Gator as a symbol for a lot of things from the '80s that were pretty shallow and meaningless. At the same time, I could relate to the fear that he must have felt as a young person, in his early twenties, who was supposed to be an adult but just couldn't get it together."
There's a sense of inevitable dread that pervades Stoked. Even as we see joyful and alive footage of skating in the '80s and hear often hilarious anecdotes from participants (Jason Jesse being particularly sidesplitting, with his valley boy-savant mannerisms), we know what's coming. The bad stuff begins to escalate in Gator's life, starting with a mini-riot after he punches a cop at the infamous Mt. Trashmore in Virginia Beach in 1986. "I love getting arrested," he says in an interview from that time.
Things get really grim, though, when a seismic shift occurs in the actual sport of skating. As the '80s draw to a close, vert gives way to street. Gator was a brilliant, balletic ramp-and-bowl skater, but he just couldn't get the hang of the more open and flat possibilities of street freestyling. There's a moment in the film where we see video footage of Gator trying to ollie over a curb and he can't do it. A group of younger skaters stand around laughing as Gator, in a rage, smashes his board on the ground, screaming, "Fuck! I suck! FUUUUCK!!!"
It's around this point that Gator basically snaps and becomes a born-again. His girlfriend, Brandi McClain (actual quote: "Being a skate betty was cool!"), leaves him, and he holes up in his isolated house to strum an acoustic guitar and brood on his anger and bitterness. His peers, meanwhile, make the effort to adapt to the changing culture of their industry. Reflecting back on this time over the phone, Gator says, "I couldn't part with needing to feel affirmed."
Gator's eventual vicious murder of acquaintance Jessica Merchant is treated with honesty in Stoked, and the details of the attack—from beating her in the head with a steering-wheel club to zipping her into a surfboard bag and strangling her—are unflinchingly laid bare. Particularly disturbing are the police-evidence images of his victim's remains in the desert where he dumped her body. But please note that Helen Stickler never exploits her subjects.
The horror of Gator's crime needs to be fully exposed so we can understand not only the entirety of his personality, but also the culmination of the fame machine that skate culture created—especially in light of a film like Dogtown, which includes breezy, uninteresting interviews with other violent skaters (anyone heard any good Jay Adams stories lately?).
"It doesn't so much bother me that Dogtown left out a lot of the darker side of what happened to some people in that scene," says Stickler. "As a filmmaker you choose what parts of the story you have to tell. But it also does seem pretty convenient to keep it lightweight and inoffensive when your major sponsor is trying to sell some shoes." Stoked is a film with no shoes to sell and no reason to skimp on the dark side. That's why it's so entertaining and edifying—which is what a documentary is supposed to be, right?
JESSE PEARSON
Stoked will be released at cinemas around Australia in February. Visit stokedmovie.com
[Feb 18,2006 1:32am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
Flower girls play lover
Grave games in the courtyard
I heard her screaming like a radio
Flower girls play lover
Grave games in the courtyard
I heard her screaming like a radio
Mary lou left marks on you
She just screams at the walls
The kite string pops
I'm swallowed whole by the sky
We smoke the bones of baby dolls
Techno-liquid screaming meat
Heaven's cold beneath my feet
Cyber love the anti-man we make love... because we can
Virgins play where the bayou's blue
Barefoot (and bloody) eatin' mushroom stew
Work for pay and pay for freedom
Fuck 'em all, we don't need 'em
We smoke the bones of baby dolls
Everything's gone dry
Like bottle glass scraping cross the pavement
Everything's gone dry
Like bottle glass scraping cross the pavement
Everything's gone dry
Like bottle glass scraping cross the pavement
Everything's gone dry
Like bottle glass scraping cross the pavement
[Feb 18,2006 1:36am - BobNOMAAMRooney nli ""]
Stoked was fucking awesome, especially the interviews with Jason Jessee
[Feb 18,2006 1:36am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
Cheatin woman make you crazy
Cheatin' woman make you a fool
She'll leave your heart so lonely
Brother there's nothin' you can do
Well I can't stand the pain no more
She don't want my love for sure
She don't even want poor me
Knockin' on her front door
Why did you make me love you sister
When you knew you was untrue
You loved every man with pants on
Yes a dozen to you is too few
I'm gonna shoot you and end your world
Then you won't bother poor me
You won't bother poor me no longer
Cheatin' woman -- gonna shoot ya
Oh woman why you do me
Oh Lord the way you do
I done everything I can baby
Seems like nothin' reaches you
I'm gonna get that pistol gal
I'm gonna shoot you and all your pals
You ain't gonna bother poor me
You won't bother poor me no longer
[Feb 18,2006 1:40am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
HEY JOE, WHERE YOU GOIN' WITH THAT GUN IN YOUR HAND
HEY JOE, I SAID WHERE YOU GOIN' WITH THAT GUN IN YOUR HAND
I'M GOIN' DOWN TO SHOOT OL'MY LADY
YOU KNOW I CAUGHT HER MESSIN' 'ROUND WITH ANOTHER MAN
YEAH, I'M GOIN' DOWN TO SHOOT OL'MY LADY
YOU KNOW I CAUGHT HER MESSIN' 'ROUND WITH ANOTHER MAN
HUH! AND THAT AIN'T TOO COOL
A HEY HOE, I HEARD YOU SHOT YOUR WOMAN DOWN
YOU SHOT HER DOWN NOW
A HEY JOE, I HEARD YOU SHOT YOUR OLD LADY DOWN
YOU SHOT HER DOWN IN THE GROUD YEAH!
YEAH!
YES, I DID, I SHOT HER
YOU KNOW I CAUGHT HER MESSIN' ROUND MESSIN' ROUND TOWN
UH, YES I DID I SHOT HER
YOU KNOW I CAUGHT MY OLD LADY MESSIN' 'ROUND TOWN
AND GAVE HER THE GUN
AND I SHOT HER
ALRIGHT
SHOOT HER ONE MORE TIME AGAIN BABY!
YEAH!
DIG IT
OH ALRIGHT
HEY JOE,
WHERE YOU GONNA RUN TO NOW WHERE YOU GONNA RUN TO NOW
HEY JOE, I SAID
WHERE YOU GONNA RUN TO NOW WHERE YOU GONNA RUNTO NOW
I'M GOIN' WAY DOWN SOUTH
WAY DOWN TO MEXICO WAY
I'M GOIN' WAY DOWN SOUTH
WAY DOWN WHERE I CAN BE FREE
AIN'T NO ONE GONNA FIND ME
AIN'T NO HANG-MAN GONNA
HE AIN'T GONNA PUT A ROPE AROUND ME
YOU BETTER BELIEVE IT RIGHT NOW
I GOTTA GO NOW
HEY, JOE
YOU BETTER RUN ON DOWN
GOODBYE EVERYBODY
HEY HEY JOE
[Feb 18,2006 1:42am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
Wake from your sleep,
the drying of your tears,
Today we escape, we escape.
Pack and get dressed
before your father hears us,
before all hell breaks loose.
Breathe, keep breathing,
don't lose your nerve.
Breathe, keep breathing,
I can't do this alone.
Sing us a song,
a song to keep us warm,
there's such a chill, such a chill.
And you can laugh a spineless laugh,
we hope your rules and wisdom choke you.
And now we are one
in everlasting peace,
we hope that you choke, that you choke,
we hope that you choke, that you choke,
we hope that you choke, that you choke.
[Feb 18,2006 1:43am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
BobNOMAAMRooney nli said:
Stoked was fucking awesome, especially the interviews with Jason Jessee
yeah Vice puts out some pretty good shit.
[Feb 18,2006 1:46am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
also the place they talk about in VaBeach is so funny, they actually built a skatepark on Mt. Trashmore now...but thats not whats funny, its the fact that most of Vabeach it's illegal to skateboard even just down the st. you'll get a fine.
[Feb 18,2006 1:50am - BobNOMAAMRooney nli ""]
But skateboarding is not a crime!
[Feb 18,2006 2:00am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
BobNOMAAMRooney nli said:But skateboarding is not a crime!
clearly virginia beach would disagree. its so stupid too, cause the skate park has hours of operation meaning only when a cop feels like being there making sure no one is doing anything they feel to be stupid and if the cop is gone the park is closed. so of course everywhere but the two parks its illegal and the fuckers will stop you too. my friend got busted with a joint on him and had to do 30days and is on probation for two years plus fines out the ass.
im sure someone will say if he knew it was illegal then he shouldnt have done it but you try living in a place thats one giant beach front suburb and not wanna actually you know do something.
its really weird too cause if you go on the boardwalk or strip down there skateboard and surf shops are huge there. but its illegal go figure right.
Terry Smith is the man !
[Feb 18,2006 2:08am - BobNOMAAMRooney nli ""]
There's a tiny skatepark in Malden or Medford right next to a police station. For some reason they built a huge fence around it and lock up at 5pm when they could easily stick a camera on that side of the station.
[Feb 18,2006 2:12am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
yup sounds like the one in natick too, i wanna see who comes up with the plans for these parks too. they're always so tiny and its almost impossible to do any type of tricks.
there was, im not sure if its still there or not but there was a great place in shrewsbury that even put on shows letting the bands set up right next to the ramps. i should go down there and see if i can set something up.
i cant wait for spring time to get a new bike, ive been fiending for a while now. fucking cold ruins me, i swear !
[Feb 18,2006 3:04am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
(Source: well.sf.ca.us )
Unabomber's Manifesto
The following is full text of the Unabomber's Manifesto.
_________________________________________________________________
INTRODUCTION
1. The Industrial Revolution and its consequences have been a disaster
for the human race. They have greatly increased the life-expectancy of
those of us who live in "advanced" countries, but they have
destabilized society, have made life unfulfilling, have subjected
human beings to indignities, have led to widespread psychological
suffering (in the Third World to physical suffering as well) and have
inflicted severe damage on the natural world. The continued
development of technology will worsen the situation. It will certainly
subject human beings to greater indignities and inflict greater damage
on the natural world, it will probably lead to greater social
disruption and psychological suffering, and it may lead to increased
physical suffering even in "advanced" countries.
2. The industrial-technological system may survive or it may break
down. If it survives, it MAY eventually achieve a low level of
physical and psychological suffering, but only after passing through a
long and very painful period of adjustment and only at the cost of
permanently reducing human beings and many other living organisms to
engineered products and mere cogs in the social machine. Furthermore,
if the system survives, the consequences will be inevitable: There is
no way of reforming or modifying the system so as to prevent it from
depriving people of dignity and autonomy.
3. If the system breaks down the consequences will still be very
painful. But the bigger the system grows the more disastrous the
results of its breakdown will be, so if it is to break down it had
best break down sooner rather than later.
4. We therefore advocate a revolution against the industrial system.
This revolution may or may not make use of violence: it may be sudden
or it may be a relatively gradual process spanning a few decades. We
can't predict any of that. But we do outline in a very general way the
measures that those who hate the industrial system should take in
order to prepare the way for a revolution against that form of
society. This is not to be a POLITICAL revolution. Its object will be
to overthrow not governments but the economic and technological basis
of the present society.
5. In this article we give attention to only some of the negative
developments that have grown out of the industrial-technological
system. Other such developments we mention only briefly or ignore
altogether. This does not mean that we regard these other developments
as unimportant. For practical reasons we have to confine our
discussion to areas that have received insufficient public attention
or in which we have something new to say. For example, since there are
well-developed environmental and wilderness movements, we have written
very little about environmental degradation or the destruction of wild
nature, even though we consider these to be highly important.
THE PSYCHOLOGY OF MODERN LEFTISM
6. Almost everyone will agree that we live in a deeply troubled
society. One of the most widespread manifestations of the craziness of
our world is leftism, so a discussion of the psychology of leftism can
serve as an introduction to the discussion of the problems of modern
society in general.
7. But what is leftism? During the first half of the 20th century
leftism could have been practically identified with socialism. Today
the movement is fragmented and it is not clear who can properly be
called a leftist. When we speak of leftists in this article we have in
mind mainly socialists, collectivists, "politically correct" types,
feminists, gay and disability activists, animal rights activists and
the like. But not everyone who is associated with one of these
movements is a leftist. What we are trying to get at in discussing
leftism is not so much a movement or an ideology as a psychological
type, or rather a collection of related types. Thus, what we mean by
"leftism" will emerge more clearly in the course of our discussion of
leftist psychology (Also, see paragraphs 227-230.)
8. Even so, our conception of leftism will remain a good deal less
clear than we would wish, but there doesn't seem to be any remedy for
this. All we are trying to do is indicate in a rough and approximate
way the two psychological tendencies that we believe are the main
driving force of modern leftism. We by no means claim to be telling
the WHOLE truth about leftist psychology. Also, our discussion is
meant to apply to modern leftism only. We leave open the question of
the extent to which our discussion could be applied to the leftists of
the 19th and early 20th century.
9. The two psychological tendencies that underlie modern leftism we
call "feelings of inferiority" and "oversocialization." Feelings of
inferiority are characteristic of modern leftism as a whole, while
oversocialization is characteristic only of a certain segment of
modern leftism; but this segment is highly influential.
FEELINGS OF INFERIORITY
10. By "feelings of inferiority" we mean not only inferiority feelings
in the strictest sense but a whole spectrum of related traits: low
self-esteem, feelings of powerlessness, depressive tendencies,
defeatism, guilt, self-hatred, etc. We argue that modern leftists tend
to have such feelings (possibly more or less repressed) and that these
feelings are decisive in determining the direction of modern leftism.
11. When someone interprets as derogatory almost anything that is said
about him (or about groups with whom he identifies) we conclude that
he has inferiority feelings or low self-esteem. This tendency is
pronounced among minority rights advocates, whether or not they belong
to the minority groups whose rights they defend. They are
hypersensitive about the words used to designate minorities. The terms
"negro," "oriental," "handicapped" or "chick" for an African, an
Asian, a disabled person or a woman originally had no derogatory
connotation. "Broad" and "chick" were merely the feminine equivalents
of "guy," "dude" or "fellow." The negative connotations have been
attached to these terms by the activists themselves. Some animal
rights advocates have gone so far as to reject the word "pet" and
insist on its replacement by "animal companion." Leftist
anthropologists go to great lengths to avoid saying anything about
primitive peoples that could conceivably be interpreted as negative.
They want to replace the word "primitive" by "nonliterate." They seem
almost paranoid about anything that might suggest that any primitive
culture is inferior to our own. (We do not mean to imply that
primitive cultures ARE inferior to ours. We merely point out the
hypersensitivity of leftish anthropologists.)
12. Those who are most sensitive about "politically incorrect"
terminology are not the average black ghetto-dweller, Asian immigrant,
abused woman or disabled person, but a minority of activists, many of
whom do not even belong to any "oppressed" group but come from
privileged strata of society. Political correctness has its stronghold
among university professors, who have secure employment with
comfortable salaries, and the majority of whom are heterosexual, white
males from middle-class families.
13. Many leftists have an intense identification with the problems of
groups that have an image of being weak (women), defeated (American
Indians), repellent (homosexuals), or otherwise inferior. The leftists
themselves feel that these groups are inferior. They would never admit
it to themselves that they have such feelings, but it is precisely
because they do see these groups as inferior that they identify with
their problems. (We do not suggest that women, Indians, etc., ARE
inferior; we are only making a point about leftist psychology).
14. Feminists are desperately anxious to prove that women are as
strong as capable as men. Clearly they are nagged by a fear that women
may NOT be as strong and as capable as men.
15. Leftists tend to hate anything that has an image of being strong,
good and successful. They hate America, they hate Western
civilization, they hate white males, they hate rationality. The
reasons that leftists give for hating the West, etc. clearly do not
correspond with their real motives. They SAY they hate the West
because it is warlike, imperialistic, sexist, ethnocentric and so
forth, but where these same faults appear in socialist countries or in
primitive cultures, the leftist finds excuses for them, or at best he
GRUDGINGLY admits that they exist; whereas he ENTHUSIASTICALLY points
out (and often greatly exaggerates) these faults where they appear in
Western civilization. Thus it is clear that these faults are not the
leftist's real motive for hating America and the West. He hates
America and the West because they are strong and successful.
16. Words like "self-confidence," "self-reliance," "initiative",
"enterprise," "optimism," etc. play little role in the liberal and
leftist vocabulary. The leftist is anti-individualistic,
pro-collectivist. He wants society to solve everyone's needs for them,
take care of them. He is not the sort of person who has an inner sense
of confidence in his own ability to solve his own problems and satisfy
his own needs. The leftist is antagonistic to the concept of
competition because, deep inside, he feels like a loser.
17. Art forms that appeal to modern leftist intellectuals tend to
focus on sordidness, defeat and despair, or else they take an
orgiastic tone, throwing off rational control as if there were no hope
of accomplishing anything through rational calculation and all that
was left was to immerse oneself in the sensations of the moment.
18. Modern leftist philosophers tend to dismiss reason, science,
objective reality and to insist that everything is culturally
relative. It is true that one can ask serious questions about the
foundations of scientific knowledge and about how, if at all, the
concept of objective reality can be defined. But it is obvious that
modern leftist philosophers are not simply cool-headed logicians
systematically analyzing the foundations of knowledge. They are deeply
involved emotionally in their attack on truth and reality. They attack
these concepts because of their own psychological needs. For one
thing, their attack is an outlet for hostility, and, to the extent
that it is successful, it satisfies the drive for power. More
importantly, the leftist hates science and rationality because they
classify certain beliefs as true (i.e., successful, superior) and
other beliefs as false (i.e. failed, inferior). The leftist's feelings
of inferiority run so deep that he cannot tolerate any classification
of some things as successful or superior and other things as failed or
inferior. This also underlies the rejection by many leftists of the
concept of mental illness and of the utility of IQ tests. Leftists are
antagonistic to genetic explanations of human abilities or behavior
because such explanations tend to make some persons appear superior or
inferior to others. Leftists prefer to give society the credit or
blame for an individual's ability or lack of it. Thus if a person is
"inferior" it is not his fault, but society's, because he has not been
brought up properly.
19. The leftist is not typically the kind of person whose feelings of
inferiority make him a braggart, an egotist, a bully, a self-promoter,
a ruthless competitor. This kind of person has not wholly lost faith
in himself. He has a deficit in his sense of power and self-worth, but
he can still conceive of himself as having the capacity to be strong,
and his efforts to make himself strong produce his unpleasant
behavior. [1] But the leftist is too far gone for that. His feelings
of inferiority are so ingrained that he cannot conceive of himself as
individually strong and valuable. Hence the collectivism of the
leftist. He can feel strong only as a member of a large organization
or a mass movement with which he identifies himself.
20. Notice the masochistic tendency of leftist tactics. Leftists
protest by lying down in front of vehicles, they intentionally provoke
police or racists to abuse them, etc. These tactics may often be
effective, but many leftists use them not as a means to an end but
because they PREFER masochistic tactics. Self-hatred is a leftist
trait.
21. Leftists may claim that their activism is motivated by compassion
or by moral principle, and moral principle does play a role for the
leftist of the oversocialized type. But compassion and moral principle
cannot be the main motives for leftist activism. Hostility is too
prominent a component of leftist behavior; so is the drive for power.
Moreover, much leftist behavior is not rationally calculated to be of
benefit to the people whom the leftists claim to be trying to help.
For example, if one believes that affirmative action is good for black
people, does it make sense to demand affirmative action in hostile or
dogmatic terms? Obviously it would be more productive to take a
diplomatic and conciliatory approach that would make at least verbal
and symbolic concessions to white people who think that affirmative
action discriminates against them. But leftist activists do not take
such an approach because it would not satisfy their emotional needs.
Helping black people is not their real goal. Instead, race problems
serve as an excuse for them to express their own hostility and
frustrated need for power. In doing so they actually harm black
people, because the activists' hostile attitude toward the white
majority tends to intensify race hatred.
22. If our society had no social problems at all, the leftists would
have to INVENT problems in order to provide themselves with an excuse
for making a fuss.
23. We emphasize that the foregoing does not pretend to be an accurate
description of everyone who might be considered a leftist. It is only
a rough indication of a general tendency of leftism.
OVERSOCIALIZATION
24. Psychologists use the term "socialization" to designate the
process by which children are trained to think and act as society
demands. A person is said to be well socialized if he believes in and
obeys the moral code of his society and fits in well as a functioning
part of that society. It may seem senseless to say that many leftists
are over-socialized, since the leftist is perceived as a rebel.
Nevertheless, the position can be defended. Many leftists are not such
rebels as they seem.
25. The moral code of our society is so demanding that no one can
think, feel and act in a completely moral way. For example, we are not
supposed to hate anyone, yet almost everyone hates somebody at some
time or other, whether he admits it to himself or not. Some people are
so highly socialized that the attempt to think, feel and act morally
imposes a severe burden on them. In order to avoid feelings of guilt,
they continually have to deceive themselves about their own motives
and find moral explanations for feelings and actions that in reality
have a non-moral origin. We use the term "oversocialized" to describe
such people. [2]
26. Oversocialization can lead to low self-esteem, a sense of
powerlessness, defeatism, guilt, etc. One of the most important means
by which our society socializes children is by making them feel
ashamed of behavior or speech that is contrary to society's
expectations. If this is overdone, or if a particular child is
especially susceptible to such feelings, he ends by feeling ashamed of
HIMSELF. Moreover the thought and the behavior of the oversocialized
person are more restricted by society's expectations than are those of
the lightly socialized person. The majority of people engage in a
significant amount of naughty behavior. They lie, they commit petty
thefts, they break traffic laws, they goof off at work, they hate
someone, they say spiteful things or they use some underhanded trick
to get ahead of the other guy. The oversocialized person cannot do
these things, or if he does do them he generates in himself a sense of
shame and self-hatred. The oversocialized person cannot even
experience, without guilt, thoughts or feelings that are contrary to
the accepted morality; he cannot think "unclean" thoughts. And
socialization is not just a matter of morality; we are socialized to
confirm to many norms of behavior that do not fall under the heading
of morality. Thus the oversocialized person is kept on a psychological
leash and spends his life running on rails that society has laid down
for him. In many oversocialized people this results in a sense of
constraint and powerlessness that can be a severe hardship. We suggest
that oversocialization is among the more serious cruelties that human
beings inflict on one another.
27. We argue that a very important and influential segment of the
modern left is oversocialized and that their oversocialization is of
great importance in determining the direction of modern leftism.
Leftists of the oversocialized type tend to be intellectuals or
members of the upper-middle class. Notice that university
intellectuals (3) constitute the most highly socialized segment of our
society and also the most left-wing segment.
28. The leftist of the oversocialized type tries to get off his
psychological leash and assert his autonomy by rebelling. But usually
he is not strong enough to rebel against the most basic values of
society. Generally speaking, the goals of today's leftists are NOT in
conflict with the accepted morality. On the contrary, the left takes
an accepted moral principle, adopts it as its own, and then accuses
mainstream society of violating that principle. Examples: racial
equality, equality of the sexes, helping poor people, peace as opposed
to war, nonviolence generally, freedom of expression, kindness to
animals. More fundamentally, the duty of the individual to serve
society and the duty of society to take care of the individual. All
these have been deeply rooted values of our society (or at least of
its middle and upper classes (4) for a long time. These values are
explicitly or implicitly expressed or presupposed in most of the
material presented to us by the mainstream communications media and
the educational system. Leftists, especially those of the
oversocialized type, usually do not rebel against these principles but
justify their hostility to society by claiming (with some degree of
truth) that society is not living up to these principles.
29. Here is an illustration of the way in which the oversocialized
leftist shows his real attac
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NEW YORK (AP) -- Thanks to a wave of media appearances, including interviews with HBO's Bill Maher and Comedy Central's Jon Stewart, Kurt Vonnegut is again a best seller.
The author of "Slaughterhouse-Five," "Cat's Cradle" and many other favorites has been promoting "A Man Without a Country," a collection of nonfiction that came out Thursday. The book has reached the top 10 on Amazon.com and Barnes & Noble.com, and publisher Seven Stories Press has already more than doubled its first printing, from 50,000 copies to 110,000.
"It's a nice glass of champagne at the end of a life," the 82-year-old Vonnegut told The Associated Press on Thursday.
Vonnegut said he no longer writes fiction, but he does contribute articles -- some of them included in his new book -- to In These Times, a liberal magazine based in Chicago.
"A Man Without a Country" is just under 150 pages, and includes criticism of the Bush administration ("George W. Bush has gathered around him upper-crust C-students who know no history or geography ...") and Vonnegut's characteristically dark, but humorous thoughts on the fate of the planet.
"I like to say that the 51st state is the state of denial," he told the AP. "It's as though a huge comet were heading for us and nobody wants to talk about it. We're just about to run out of petroleum and there's nothing to replace it."
He jokes, sort of, that he has "lived too long" and wishes he had been finished off by a fire at his home a few years ago, from which he escaped unharmed. "When Hemingway killed himself he put a period at the end of his life; old age is more like a semicolon," Vonnegut said with a wheezy laugh worthy of a long-term chain smoker.
"My father, like Hemingway, was a gun nut and was very unhappy late in life. But he was proud of not committing suicide. And I'll do the same, so as not to set a bad example for my children."
[Feb 24,2006 2:55am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
"My wife and I have been practicing chastity and orgasm denial. She
has not allowed me to have sex with her in months. The other night she
told me she wanted me to fuck her. She told me to take 100 mg of
Viagra which I did. She was all dolled up in her thigh high boots,
garter belt and stockings and called me into the bed room. I layed on
the bed and she stroked me till hard. Then she grabbed a tube of Ela-
Max (a benzocain based, desensitizing cream) and rubbed it all over my
dick. She then put a condom on me (to keep the cream off of her) and
had me fuck her hard for about an hour. She informed me NOT to cum -
which was impossible anyway as the cream made my dick so numb. She
stopped when she was totally satisified and had me eat her for another
15 minutes and then left to watch TV. When the cream started to wear
off I was left with a raging hard on and a bad case of blue balls.
Certainly, I am never allowed to relieve myself and was informed that
this is how we will always have sex in the future. Geeeeeez !"
[Feb 25,2006 4:40am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
ive been listening to a lot of allman brothers bootlegs lately and i wish there was more of that bluesy influence on today pop music. where have all the real bands gone, all these bands from the last 25years are a joke. none of them mean shit nor hold a candle to the greats that came outta the 50s, 60s or 70s
Mary Hicks: "I said to Bill, you know you are just that far from being a preacher, and he said, I am a preacher"
[Feb 25,2006 4:45am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
My voice was not heard, the questions were not asked that I wanted to see asked. - Bill Hicks
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And the angel of the lord came unto me, snatching me up from my place of slumber. And took me on high, and higher still until we moved to the spaces betwixt the air itself. And he brought me into a vast farmlands of our own midwest. And as we descended, cries of impending doom rose from the soil. One thousand, nay a million voices full of fear. And terror possesed me then. And I begged, "Angel of the Lord, what are these tortured screams?" And the angel said unto me, "These are the cries of the carrots, the cries of the carrots! You see, Reverend Maynard, tomorrow is harvest day and to them it is the holocaust." And I sprang from my slumber drenched in sweat like the tears of one million terrified brothers and roared, "Hear me now, I have seen the light! They have a consciousness, they have a life, they have a soul! Damn you! Let the rabbits wear glasses! Save our brothers!" Can I get an amen? Can I get a hallelujah? Thank you Jesus. Life feeds on life feeds on life feeds on life feeds on........ This is necessary. It was daylight when you woke up in your ditch. You looked up at your sky then. That made blue be your color. You had your knife there with you too. When you stood up there was goo all over your clothes. Your hands were sticky. You wiped them on your grass, so now your color was green. Oh Lord, why did everything always have to keep changing like this. You were already getting nervous again. Your head hurt and it rang when you stood up. Your head was almost empty. It always hurt you when you woke up like this. You crawled up out of your ditch onto your gravel road and began to walk, waiting for the rest of your mind to come back to you. You can see the car parked far down the road and you walked toward it. "If God is our Father," you thought, "then Satan must be our cousin." Why didn't anyone else understand these important things? You got to your car and tried all the doors. They were locked. It was a red car and it was new. There was an expensive leather camera case laying on the seat. Out across your field, you could see two tiny people walking by your woods. You began to walk towards them. Now red was your color and, of course, those little people out there were yours too.
[Feb 25,2006 5:08am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
I’ll tell you this...
No eternal reward will forgive us now
For wasting the dawn.
Back in those days everything was simpler and more confused
One summer night, going to the pier
I ran into two young girls
The blonde one was called freedom
The dark one, enterprise
We talked and they told me this story
Now listen to this...
I’ll tell you about texas radio and the big beat
Soft driven, slow and mad
Like some new language
Reaching your head with the cold, sudden fury of a divine messenger
Let me tell you about heartache and the loss of god
Wandering, wandering in hopeless night
Out here in the perimeter there are no stars
Out here we is stoned
Immaculate.
[Feb 25,2006 5:13am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
Well, I stand up next to a mountain
And I chop it down with the edge of my hand
[Feb 26,2006 11:41am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
AUTOPSY_666 said:Bill Hicks is #2, I miss him.
[Mar 2,2006 12:50am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
this is Frank Zappa talking about censorship in music during the early 80s
[URL]http://movies.crooksandliars.com/zappa_crossfire_1986.wmv[/URL]
this is his testimony from the hearings
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Frank Zappa: My name is Frank Zappa. This is my attorney Larry Stein from Los Angeles. Can you hear me?
Chairman: If you could speak very directly and clearly into the microphone, I would appreciate it.
FZ: My name is Frank Zappa. This is my attorney Larry Stein.
The statement that I prepared, that I sent you 100 copies of, is five pages long, so I have shortened it down and am going to read a condensed version of it.
Certain things have happened. I have been listening to the event in the other room and have heard conflicting reports as to whether or not people in this committee want legislation. I understand that Mr. Hollings does from his comments. Is that correct?
Chairman: I think you had better concentrate on your testimony, rather than asking questions.
FZ: The reason I need to ask it, because I have to change something in my testimony if there is not a clear-cut version of whether or not legislation is what is being discussed here.
Chairman: Do the best you can, because I do not think anybody here can characterize Senator Hollings' position.
FZ: I will carry on with the issue, then.
Senator Exon: Mr. Chairman, I might help him out just a little bit. I might make a statement. This is one Senator that might be interested in legislation and/or regulation to some extent, recognizing the problems with the right of free expression.
I have previously expressed views that I do not believe I should be telling other people what they have to listen to. I really believe that the suggestion made by the original panel was some kind of an arrangement for voluntarily policing this in the music industry as the correct way to go.
If it will help you out in your testimony, I might join Senator Hollings or others in some kind of legislation and/or regulation, unless the free enterprise system, both the producers and you as the performers, see fit to clean up your act.
FZ: OK, thank you.
The First thing I would like to do, because I know there is some foreign press involved here and they might not understand what the issue is about, one of the things the issue is about is the First Amendment to the Constitution, and it is short and I would like to read it so they will understand. It says:
"Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion or prohibiting the free exercise thereof, or abridging the freedom of speech or of the press or the right of the people peaceably to assemble and to petition the government for a redress of grievances."
That is for reference.
These are my personal observations and opinions. They are addressed to the [Parents' Music Resource Centre] as well as this committee. I speak on behalf of no group or professional organization.
The PMRC proposal is an ill-conceived piece of nonsense which fails to deliver any real benefits to children, infringes the civil liberties of people who are not children, and promises to keep the courts busy for years, dealing with the interpretational and enforcemental problems inherent in the proposal's design.
It is my understanding that, in law, First Amendment issues are decided with a preference for the least restrictive alternative. In this context, the PMRC's demands are the equivalent of treating dandruff by decapitation.
No one has forced Mrs. Baker or Mrs. Gore to bring Prince or Sheena Easton into their homes. Thanks to the Constitution, they are free to buy other forms of music for their children. Apparently, they insist on purchasing the works of contemporary recording artists in order to support a personal illusion of aerobic sophistication. Ladies, please be advised: The $8.98 purchase price does not entitle you to a kiss on the foot from the composer or performer in exchange for a spin on the family Victrola. Taken as a whole, the complete list of PMRC demands reads like an instruction manual for some sinister kind of "toilet training program" to house-break all composers and performers because of the lyrics of a few. Ladies, how dare you?
The ladies' shame must be shared by the bosses at the major labels who, through the RIAA, chose to bargain away the rights of composers, performers, and retailers in order to pass H.R. 2911, the Blank Tape Tax -- a private tax levied by an industry on consumers for the benefit of a select group within that industry.
Is this a consumer issue? You bet it is. PMRC spokesperson, Kandy Stroud, announced to millions of fascinated viewers on last Friday's ABC Nightline debate that Senator Gore, a man she described as "a friend of the music industry," is co-sponsor of something she referred to as "anti-piracy legislation". Is this the same tax bill with a nicer name?
The major record labels need to have H.R. 2911 whiz through a few committees before anybody smells a rat. One of them is chaired by Senator Thurmond. Is it a coincidence that Mrs. Thurmond is affiliated with the PMRC?
I cannot say she's a member, because the PMRC has no members. Their secretary told me on the phone last Friday that the PMRC has no members, only founders. I asked how many other District of Columbia wives are nonmembers of an organization that raises money by mail, has a tax-exempt status, and seems intent on running the Constitution of the United States through the family paper-shredder. I asked her if it was a cult. Finally, she said she couldn't give me an answer and that she had to call their lawyer.
While the wife of the Secretary of the Treasury recites "Gonna drive my love inside you" and Senator Gore's wife talks about "Bondage!" and "oral sex at gunpoint" on the CBS Evening News, people in high places work on a tax bill that is so ridiculous, the only way to sneak it through is to keep the public's mind on something else: "porn rock."
Is the basic issue morality? Is it mental health? Is it an issue at all? The PMRC has created a lot of confusion with improper comparisons between song lyrics, videos, record packaging, radio broadcasting, and live performances. These are all different mediums, and the people who work in them have the right to conduct their business without trade-restraining legislation, whipped up like an instant pudding by the wives of Big Brother.
Is it proper that the husband of a PMRC nonmember/founder/person sits on any committee considering business pertaining to the Blank Tape Tax or his wife's lobbying organization? Can any committee thus constituted 'find facts' in a fair and unbiased manner? This committee has three that we know about: Senator Danforth, Senator Packwood, and Senator Gore. For some reason, they seem to feel there is no conflict of interest involved.
The PMRC promotes their program as a harmless type of consumer information service providing "guidelines" which will assist baffled parents in the determination of the "suitability" of records listened to by 'very young children'. The methods they propose have several unfortunately [sic] side effects, not the least of which is the reduction of all American Music, recorded and live, to the intellectual level of a Saturday morning cartoon show.
Children in the vulnerable age bracket have a natural love for music. If, as a parent, you believe they should be exposed to something more uplifting than "Sugar Walls," support music appreciation programs in schools. Why have you not considered your child's need for consumer information? Music appreciation costs very little compared to sports expenditures. Your children have a right to know that something besides pop music exists.
It is unfortunate that the PMRC would rather dispense governmentally sanitized heavy metal music than something more uplifting. Is this an indication of PMRC's personal taste, or just another manifestation of the low priority this administration has placed on education for the arts in America?
The answer, of course, is neither. You cannot distract people from thinking about an unfair tax by talking about music appreciation. For that you need sex, and lots of it.
The establishment of a rating system, voluntary or otherwise, opens the door to an endless parade of moral quality-control programs based on "Things Certain Christians Don't Like". What if the next bunch of Washington wives demands a large yellow "J" on all material written or performed by Jews, in order to save helpless children from exposure to concealed Zionist doctrine?
Record ratings are frequently compared to film ratings. Apart from the quantitative difference, there is another that is more important: People who act in films are hired to pretend. No matter how the film is rated, it won't hurt them personally.
Since many musicians write and perform their own material and stand by it as their art (whether you like it or not), an imposed rating will stigmatize them as individuals. How long before composers and performers are told to wear a festive little PMRC arm band with their scarlet letter on it?
Bad facts make bad law, and people who write bad laws are, in my opinion, more dangerous than songwriters who celebrate sexuality. Freedom of speech, freedom of religious thought, and the right to due process for composers, performers and retailers are imperiled if the PMRC and the major labels consummate this nasty bargain.
Are we expected to give up Article 1 so the big guys can collect an extra dollar on every blank tape and 10 to 25 percent on tape recorders? What is going on here? Do we get to vote on this tax? Do we get to vote on this tax? I think that this whole matter has gotten completely blown out of proportion, and I agree with Senator Exon that there is a very dubious reason for having this event. I also agree with Senator Exon that you should not be wasting time on stuff like this, because from the beginning I have sensed that it is somebody's hobby project.
Now, I have done a number of interviews on television. People keep saying, can you not take a few steps in their direction, can you not sympathize, can you not empathize? I do more than that at this point. I have got an idea for a way to stop all this stuff and a way to give parents what they really want, which is information, accurate information as to what is inside the album, without providing a stigma for the musicians who have played on the album or the people who sing it or the people who wrote it. And I think that if you 'listen carefully to this idea that it might just get by all of the constitutional problems and everything else.
As far as I am concerned, I have no objection to having all of the lyrics placed on the album routinely, all the time. But there is a little problem. Record companies do not own the right automatically to take these lyrics, because they are owned by a publishing company.
So, just as all the rest of the PMRC proposals would cost money, this would cost money too, because the record companies would need--they should not be forced to bear the cost, the extra expenditure to the publisher, to print those lyrics.
If you consider that the public needs to be warned about the contents of the records, what better way than to let them see exactly what the songs say? That way you do not have to put any kind of subjective rating on the record. You do not have to call it R, X, D/A, anything. You can read it for yourself.
But in order for it to work properly, the lyrics should be on a uniform kind of a sheet. Maybe even the government could print those sheets. Maybe it should even be paid for by the government, if the government is interested in making sure that people have consumer information in this regard.
And you also have to realize that if a person buys the record and takes it out of the store, once it is out of the store you can't return it if you read the lyrics at home and decide that little Johnny is not supposed to have it.
I think that that should at least be considered, and the idea of imposing these ratings on live concerts, on the albums, asking record companies to reevaluate or drop or violate contracts that they already have with artists should be thrown out.
That is all I have to say.
Chairman: Thank you very much, Mr. Zappa. You understand that the previous witnesses were not asking for legislation. And I do not know, I cannot speak for Senator Hollings, but I think the prevailing view here is that nobody is asking for legislation.
The question is just focusing on what a lot of people perceive to be a problem, and you have indicated that you at least understand that there is another point of view. But there are people that think that parents should have some knowledge of what goes into their home.
FZ: All along my objection has been with the tactics used by these people in order to achieve the goal. I just think the tactics have been really bad, and the whole premise of their proposal -- they were badly advised in terms of record business law; they were badly advised in terms of practicality. Or they would have known that certain things do not work mechanically with what they suggest.
Chairman: Senator Gore.
Senator Gore: Thank you very much, Mr. Chairman.
I found your statement very interesting and, although I disagree with some of the statements that you make and have made on other occasions, I have been a fan of your music, believe it or not. I respect you as a true original and a tremendously talented musician.
Your suggestion of printing the lyrics on the album is a very interesting one. The PMRC at one point said they would propose either a rating or warning, or printing all the lyrics on the album. The record companies came back and said they did not want to do that.
I think a lot of people agree with your suggestion that one easy way to solve this problem for parents would be to put the actual words there, so that parents could see them. In fact, the National Association of Broadcasters made exactly the same request of the record companies.
I think your suggestion is an intriguing one and might really be a solution for the problem.
FZ: You have to understand that it does cost money, because you cannot expect publishers to automatically give up that right, which is a right for them. Somebody is going to have to reimburse the publishers, the record industry.
Without trying to mess up the album jacket art, it should be a sheet of paper that is slipped inside the shrink-wrap, so that when you take it out you can still have a complete album package. So there is going to be some extra cost for printing it.
But as long as people realize that for this kind of consumer safety you are going to spend some money and as long as you can find a way to pay for it, I think that would be the best way to let people know.
Gore: I do not disagree with that at all. And the separate sheet would also solve the problem with cassettes as well, because you do not have the space for words on the cassette packs.
FZ: There would have to be a little accordion-fold.
Gore: I have listened to you a number of times on this issue, and I guess the statement that I want to get from you is whether or not you feel this concern is legitimate.
You feel very strongly about your position, and I understand that. You are very articulate and forceful.
But occasionally you give the impression that you think parents are just silly to be concerned at all.
FZ: No; that is not an accurate impression.
Gore: Well, please clarify it, then.
FZ: First of all, I think it is the parents' concern; it is not the government's concern.
Gore: The PMRC agrees with you on that.
FZ: Well, that does not come across in the way they have been speaking. The whole drift that I have gotten, based upon the media blitz that has attended the PMRC and its rise to infamy, is that they have a special plan, and it has smelled like legislation up until now.
There are too many things that look like hidden agendas involved with this. And I am a parent. I have got four children. Two of them are here. I want them to grow up in a country where they can think what they want to think, be what they want to be, and not what somebody's wife or somebody in Government makes them be.
I do not want to have that and I do not think you do either.
Gore: OK. But now you are back on the issue of government involvement. Let me say briefly on this point that the PMRC says repeatedly no legislation, no regulation, no government action. It certainly sounded clear to me.
And as far as a hidden agenda, I do not see one, hear one, or know of one.
FZ: OK, let me tell you why I have drawn these conclusions. First of all, they may say, we are not interested in legislation. But there are others who are, and because of their project bad things have happened in this country in the industry.
I believe there is actually some liability. Look at this. You have a situation where, even if you go for the lyric printed thing in the record, because of the tendency among Americans to be copycats -- one guy commits a murder, you get a copycat murder-now you've got copycat censors.
You get a very bad situation in San Antonio, TX, right now where they are trying to pass PMRC-type individual ratings and attach them to live concerts, with the mayor down there trying to make a national reputation by putting San Antonio on the map as the first city in the United States to have these regulations, against the suggestion of the city attorney, who says, I do not think this is constitutional.
But you know, there is this fervor to get in and do even more and even more.
And the other thing, the PMRC starts off talking about lyrics, but when they take it over into other realms they start talking about the videos. In fact, you misspoke yourself at the beginning in your introduction when you were talking about the music does this, the music does that. There is a distinct difference between those notes and chords and the baseline [sic - error in Congressional report] and the rhythm that support the words and the lyrics.
I do not know whether you really are talking about controlling the type of music.
Chairman: The lyrics.
FZ: So specifically we are talking about lyrics. It began with lyrics. But even looking at the PMRC fundraising letter, in the last paragraph at the bottom of the page it starts looking like it is branching into other areas, when it says: "We realize that this material has pervaded other aspects of society." And it is like what, you are going to fix it all for me?
Gore: No. I think the PMRC's acknowledging some of the statements by some of their critics who say: "Well, why single out the music industry?"
Do I understand that you do believe that there is a legitimate concern here?
FZ: But the legitimate concern is a matter of taste for the individual parent and how much sexual information that parent wants to give their child, at what age, at what time, in what quantity, OK. And I think that, because there is a tendency in the United States to hide sex, which I think is an unhealthy thing to do. And many parents do not give their children good sexual education, in spite of the fact that little books for kids are available, and other parents demand that sexual education be taken out of school, it makes the child vulnerable, because if you do not have something rational to compare it to when you see or hear about something that is aberrated you do not perceive it as an aberration.
Gore: OK, I have run out of time.
Thank you, Mr. Chairman.
Chairman: Senator Rockefeller.
Senator Rockefeller: No questions, Mr. Chairman.
Chairman: Senator Gor
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[Mar 2,2006 7:46pm - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
Jennifer wrestled her friend playfully to the ground
infront of the snowcone stand and began licking at the
girls eyeballs, as if they were sugar cubes. Their
bodies convulsed and flailed with an almost seizure
like intensity. At times their pale limbs seeming to
shift back and forth from one torso to the other. A
crowd gathered almost immediately to watch these two
girls tie and untie their bodies like a pair of
pit-vipers. They were confused, or concerned, or
shocked, or aroused, or all of the above. But no-one
dared interfere with the performance. Jennifer's long
ashen hair hung down concealing the girls face like a
curtain around a hospital bed. No one had any idea
that the girls eyes were revolving under her ruby
tongue. "This is disgusting, it's pornography"
exclaimed a pasty slut white woman in a fur coat,
vanilla ice-cream smeared across her double chin like
a money shot. Counting a balding professor type in his
mid-forties, his left hand stuffed crassly down the
front of his pants "No, no, no. This is beautiful,
this is art."
Everyone quickly hushed up and took a step back as
Jenifer rose and stood over the girl, examining her
handiwork. Her heart layed motionless beneath her,
seemingly dead. Her eyesockets dry and empty. Her
heels and elbows sprayed and bloodied. Some on-lookers
gasped in horror. Some swooned and fainted
melodramatically. Most just stared in disbelief.
Jennifer reached down between her thighs and pulled
the crotch of her bathing suit to the side - exposing
her vagina. The other girl slowly sat up and began
sliding her fingers into Jennifer. A few minutes
later, her wrists were in, then her elbows. Eventually
she would completely disappear into her womb. Jennifer
tilted her head to the side curiously. She heard the
sound of a rickety-wooden roller-coaster in the
distance. It's passengers screaming in mob terror. She
knew that sooner or later they would realize that the
ride wasn't stopping and they were all going to die.
I SEE you headless with me caressing your neck.My personal nightfall. An
eclipse of the sunflowers.I fell so invisible. So Unkown. Coffin of dust. AN
illegible Tombstone. They finally buried the gravedigger in the sky. I just need to
shower in your amber and bathe in your earth.
[Mar 9,2006 4:45am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
From this day on I own my father's gun
We dug his shallow grave beneath the sun
I laid his broken body down below the southern land
It wouldn't do to bury him where any Yankee stands
I'll take my horse and I'll ride the northern plain
To wear the colour of the greys and join the fight again
I'll not rest until I know the cause is fought and won
From this day on until I die I'll wear my father's gun
I'd like to know where the riverboat sails tonight
To New Orleans well that's just fine alright
\'Cause there's fighting there and the company needs men
So slip us a rope and sail on round the bend
As soon as this is over we'll go home
To plant the seeds of justice in our bones
To watch the children growing and see the women sewing
There'll be laughter when the bells of freedom ring
[Mar 9,2006 4:47am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
i didnt think anything was wrong till we got outside roanoke, west virgina. he had his top coat on and put a blanket covering him and he was laying with his arm cross his chest. the blanket had slipped off to the floor, so i just pulled over to the side of the road and covered him back up. when i moved his arm and i noticed a lil resistance i knew something wasnt right. there was an all night service station, with a big glass front window and i knew theyd have a big radiator heater in there. the attendant came out and i told him, could you look at the situation and see what you think about it. he said "i think you might have a problem, he's dead." i said there's nothing you can do for him. "no, hes just dead."
this is how hank williams died on jan 1st, 1953. he was only 29yo and died of a heart attack brought on by meds, and alcohol.
Standin' by a lonesome graveside
Everything I love is gone
Weeping as they lay my darlin'
'Neath a cold gray tomb of stone
In this world I\'m left to wander
With no one to call my own
While my precious darlin\'s sleepin'
'Neath a cold gray tomb of stone
Out there in that lonesome graveyard
She is sleepin' all alone
And they buryied my heart with her
'Neath a cold gray tomb of stone
Skies above were dark and stormin'
For the sunshine, all is gone
And the one I love is sleepin'
'Neath a cold gray tomb of stone
My heart is dead and yet i\'m living
Wondering through this world alone
I wish that I was with my darlin'
'Neath a cold gray tomb of stone
[Mar 9,2006 4:51am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
**
well entrenched ideas are more to do with past failures than they are with the potential for future successes.
**
Mr. Burns, I don't go in for these backdoor shenanigans. Sure, I'm flattered, maybe even a little curious, but the answer is no! - Homer Simpson
Money can buy you an expensive dog, but only love can make it wag its tail. – Kinky Friedman
[Mar 15,2006 4:30am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
What do you mean, John 3:16?
For God so loved the world, every man packs an M-16
Says the boy to the fiend
What do you mean?
What do you mean, John 3:16?
For God so loved the world, every one packs an M-16
I wanna wake up from this dream
I caught the bullet, I was stumblin like a mulet
Drink white Russian; game, Russian roulette
Flight Continental six o'clock in the mornin
Briefcase full o' cocaine on my way out, I tipped the doorman
Jumped into the cab said, ";Hail Mary, full of Grace";
Yesterday communion was the Mafia's reunion
Confessed to the priest, evade the apple, I ate the peach
Slept with Vanity, sold my soul to Robin Leach
Devil music in my ear, no fear, I'm pumpin Def Leppard
Slow down, here comes the narc' with the German shepherd
I got the plan, man, meet me in the van
I got this kid from the Sudan bringin tecs from Iran
What do you mean, John 3:16?
For God so loved the world, every man packs an M-16
Says the boy to the fiend (All around the world)
(uh-huh) What do you mean? What do you mean?
What do you mean, John 3:16?
For God so loved the world, every one packs an M-16
Says the girl to the fiend
So in the streets, the product must be clean
Five-eleven, the young one went to heaven
Yo with the gun to his head; yo he was already dead
Sunday mornin in court, the judge got Wyclef confessin
";Yo, I murdered Steve Austin,"; now I'm wanted by Bionic Woman
Women bring you more miseries like that movie
Stress go to India, smoke hashish with Ghandi
My bills of rights is to make sure you're alright
Superman left the gang, cause his weakness was Crips-tonight
Godfather got the cottonballs to his cheeks
Pig couldn't fly straight so you die in your sleep
I stay awake only to see Nicodemus
The young one got murdered, the day was the Sabbath
What do you mean, John 3:16?
For God so loved the world, every man packs an M-16
What do you mean, says the boy to the fiend
Why we killin for the green?
What do you mean, John 3:16?
For God so loved the world, every man packs an M-16
Says the girl to the fiend (All around the world)
I wanna wake up from this dream
I know this drug dealer, who drive a black beamer
Dreadlock cut off once by this girl named Delilah
Pretty little dancer, voice like Tina Turner
Chickenheads are you a virgin? Yeah right, so was Madonna!
S-s-sinner, sinner, seek the master
If not, feel the explosion from the day after
Bit by the vampire, worked for the mobster
Two to the head - and now you swimmin with the lobsters
We got'cha got'cha, set up in Oklahoma
You caught a bad one like a kid catchin pneumonia
So storyteller, what's the moral of this story?
Live reality and don't get caught up in your fantasy
What do you mean, John 3:16?
For God so loved the world, every man packs an M-16
Says the boy to the fiend (All around the world)
Aren't we all human beings?
What do you mean, John 3:16?
For God so loved the world, every man packs an M-16
But the dream.. is still for green..
so we die in the steam
What do you mean, John 3:16?
[Mar 15,2006 4:36am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
In 199-sess, KRS is in his peak-in
You are weak-in and collapse like Mike, collect the beacon
You talk more ish than a cellullar
You can't last, just call me Enema
cos I give that ass-troid, heaven and mergatroid
I'm that six, umm, microphone-holdin humanoid
Pyschological like Sigmund Freud
But I get annoyed cos these rappers have no brain
These hardcore rappers crack me up like cocaine
They got no skill or game
They sellin that commercial let me say it
"Ask for Minoxadil with Rogaine"
True skills I will explain
The teacher breaks this whole shit down plain
West Coast beef must dead
East Coast beef must dead
Time for us to move ahead
B-boy hip-hop is dead, no
We must move ahead
People always say when they see us, teach us
so we move by the inch, teachin only some of it, believe us
Hustlas and players and hos will never leave us
They been around since Mary Magdalene and Jesus
Run wit it, pimps and players run the government
We been raised on a tonne of it that's why we're lovin it
Bein a player is cool when you a kid
until you get sent up for a eight year bid
Now you use and abuse and serve like hell
til one day you are found face down upon the ground
two shots to the dome, we need to switch quick
Dyin over what you players, I think, call a bitch
I'm not a player hater cos I hate no one
but when you start destroyin hip-hop, you gots ta go, son
Government attack one who's brainwashed
Government attack two who is, yes, brain rinsed
Government attack three is for you and me
to constantly dream about the Lex with bulletproof tints
It's pointless to think I'm knockin ya
If you a pimp, be a pimp, I'll be a philosopher
So the....
West Coast beef must dead
East Coast beef must dead
Time for us to move ahead
B-boy hip-hop is dead, no
We must move ahead
Yes are the intelligent, we descend on every establishment
In the East or West, microphone grabbin it
Chess-to-chess, lyrical confrontation is dope
for the hip-hop nation, yet our hope, your scope
is broader than who can kill who and who got the biggest crew?
That's why black people cannot seem to break thru
It's like crabs in a pot when one crab reaches the top
other crabs wish to pull down and blood (BLOODS)
I'm not understandin what's all the fuss
Hip-hop belongs to all of us
The East created it, the West decorated it
Learn the lesson, the unified picture is black expression
When black expression heights itself
it becomes black digression leadin to depression in health
Now question these ideas today
If hip-hop was destroyed could we blame the CIA
or the FBI, you'd be a motherfuckin lie-
-er, li-ar, pants on fire-er
Conspiracy theories are contrise or we keep them on the shelf
We got no one to blame but ourselves
So....
West Coast beef must dead
East Coast beef must dead
Time for us to move ahead
B-boy hip-hop is dead, no
We must move ahead
We must move ahead
All beef is dead!
[Mar 30,2006 8:42pm - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
"skaters by their very nature are urban guerillas: they make everyday use of the useless artifacts of the technological burden, and employ the handiwork of the government/corporate structure in a thousand ways that the original architects could never dream of."
craig stecyk 1976
[Mar 30,2006 11:36pm - the_taste_of_cigarettes ""]
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[Mar 31,2006 12:22am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
the_taste_of_cigarettes said:[img]
last time i checked the internet is a giant blog, get off your high horse.
[Mar 31,2006 12:34am - the_taste_of_cigarettes ""]
I wonder what that girl is thinking about
she seems deep in thought
[Mar 31,2006 1:04am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
that reo speedwagon needs to die
[Apr 9,2006 9:41pm - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
I can settle dow-own and be doin' just fine
Til I hear an old train rollin' down the line
Then I hurry strai-aight home and pack
And if I didn't go, I believe I'd blow my stack
I love you ba-aby, but you gotta understand
When the Lord made me
He made a Ramblin' Man.
Some folks might sa-ay that I'm no good
That I wouldn't settle down if I could
But when that open ro-oad starts to callin' me
There's somethin' o'er the hill that I gotta see
Sometimes it's har-rd but you gotta understand
When the Lord made me, He made a Ra-amblin' Man.
I love to see the tow-owns a-passin' by
And to ride these rails 'neath God's blue sky
Let me travel this la-and from the mountains to the sea
'Cause that's the life I believe He meant for me
And when I'm go-one and at my grave you stand
Just say God called home your Ra-amblin' Man.
[Apr 9,2006 10:10pm - ratt_mowe ""]
(graham russell)
You’re in-between a page of life you never dreamed
The answer won’t come from that magazine
This time it’s real and you’re not sure just what to feel
Who can I trust to say
Should I give love now should I take love now
(chorus)
I’m taking the chance
And giving myself to you
If something’s not right then tell me I’m wrong
I just want our love to carry on
Sometimes the fear of losing you has been so near
I needed to make this choice on my own
To let love in when I’m so scared when things begin
Don’t ever run away I feel close to you now
You know I need you now
(chorus)
I’m taking the chance
And giving myself to you
If something’s not right then tell me I’m wrong
I just want our love to carry on
I’m taking the chance
I can’t let this feeling leave
I don’t want those nights of waiting so long
I’m taking the chance before it’s gone
Taking the chance
Taking the chance
Taking the chance
Taking the chance
On you
(repeat chorus)
[Apr 9,2006 10:27pm - davefromthegrave ""]
the_taste_of_cigarettes said:I wonder what that girl is thinking about
she seems deep in thought
my dick. yanno, what girls usually think about.
[Apr 9,2006 11:49pm - infoterror ""]
whiskey_weed_and_women said:Take all that money we spend on weapons and defense each year and, instead, spend it feeding, clothing and educating the poor of the world, which it would do many times over - not one human being excluded - and we can explore space together, both inner and outer, forever.
INNER SPACE = ANAL
<3
<3
<3
[Apr 19,2006 7:54pm - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
The screen door slams
Mary' dress waves
Like a vision she dances across the porch
As the radio plays
Roy Orbison singing for the lonely
Hey that's me and I want you only
Don't turn me home again
I just can't face myself alone again
Don't run back inside
Darling you know just what I'm here for
So you're scared and you're thinking
That maybe we ain't that young anymore
Show a little faith there's magic in the night
You ain't a beauty but hey you're alright
Oh and that's alright with me
You can hide 'neath your covers
And study your pain
Make crosses from your lovers
Throw roses in the rain
Waste your summer praying in vain
For a saviour to rise from these streets
Well now I'm no hero
That's understood
All the redemption I can offer girl
Is beneath this dirty hood
With a chance to make it good somehow
Hey what else can we do now ?
Except roll down the window
And let the wind blow
Back your hair
Well the night's busting open
These two lanes will take us anywhere
We got one last chance to make it real
To trade in these wings on some wheels
Climb in back
Heaven's waiting on down the tracks
Oh-oh come take my hand
We're riding out tonight to case the promised land
Oh-oh Thunder Road oh Thunder Road
Lying out there like a killer in the sun
Hey I know it's late we can make it if we run
Oh Thunder Road sit tight take hold
Thunder Road
Well I got this guitar
And I learned how to make it talk
And my car's out back
If you're ready to take that long walk
From your front porch to my front seat
The door's open but the ride it ain't free
And I know you're lonely
For words that I ain't spoken
But tonight we'll be free
All the promises'll be broken
There were ghosts in the eyes
Of all the boys you sent away
They haunt this dusty beach road
In the skeleton frames of burned out Chevrolets
They scream your name at night in the street
Your graduation gown lies in rags at their feet
And in the lonely cool before dawn
You hear their engines roaring on
But when you get to the porch they're gone
On the wind so Mary climb in
It's town full of losers
And I'm pulling out of here to win
[Apr 24,2006 12:38am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
A man who has blown all his options can’t afford the luxury of changing his ways. He has to capitalize on whatever he has left, and he can’t afford to admit – no matter how often he’s reminded of it – that every day of his life takes him farther down a blind alley… There is not much mental distance between a feeling of having been screwed and the ethic of total retaliation, or at least the kind of random revenge that comes outraging the public decency. - HST
[Apr 25,2006 4:26pm - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
And I do walk upon Wan’s Dyke
And I do survey the land
And I did become the Reaper with my own bare hands+
For I am Wodan,
Though, some call me Hermes,
Some call me Roman Mercury,
God of cargos,
God of weather,
Hanging God of boundaries,
Hanging God of Gibbet Hill
Killing God of hidden doorways.
Spinning the yarn from Wansdyke to Silbury
Spinning the taelbook, telling the tale
Telling the tellbook to all and sundry
Keltiberians and Irish Gael
Then I hear camp followers bellow afar
Their shrieking lament for Johnny Guitar:
"Look to the farthest far horizon
Look to the bloodlust deepest scar
Look to the scattering Brythonic uprising
For this be the wall of Johnny Guitar
There be the ditch that you shall die in
Here be the wall that I shall cry on
Ditch dug with antler and ox bone shovel
This rising wall that shades our ancient hovel."
Look to the north a quick mile yonder
Look to our Yggdrasilbury
Look to the Saxon chasing Viking
Look to the Norman chasing Saxon
Look to the German chasing German
German German German German
Here in the bloodlust deeper scar
For here be the wall of Johnny Guitar
"Play your gloom axe Stephen O’Malley
Sub bass clinging to the sides of the valley
Sub bass ringing in each last ditch and combe
Greg Anderson purvey a sonic doom."
To rage in sound this valiant despair
Doom and gloom as each a splendid pair
To rage in sound the valiant despair:
Not Abraham,
Not Moses
And not Christ
Neither Jove to whom we sacrificed,
Not Attis
Not Mohammed,
But to hilltop Thor
We rave and dance and weep and we implore:
Look to the farthest far horizon
Don’t blame the messenger,
Don’t blame the messenger,
Look to the farthest far horizon
Don’t blame the messenger.
Don’t blame the messenger,
For I am Death so Ragnarock with me
For I am Doom so Ragnarock with me.
And I stood upon Wan’s Dyke
And I did survey the land
And I did become the Reaper with my own bare hands...
And then I was King Vikar with his arms outstretched
And then I was King Vikar with his broken neck
And then I was the villain and the victim and the priest
Was grim misunderstanding and was grim as death itself
My Wall My Wall caught in the thrall of my Wall
My Wall My Wall caught beneath the thrall of my Wall.
Here in the bloodlust deeper scar
For here be the wall of Johnny Guitar
Here in the bloodlust deeper scar
For here be the wall of Johnny Guitar
Play your gloom axe Stephen O’Malley
Sub bass ringing the sides of the valley
Sub bass climbing up each last ditch and combe
Greg Anderson purvey a sonic doom.
Stand in the thrall
Stand in the thrall
Stand in the thrall of my tidal wall
Stand in the thrall
Stand in the thrall
Stand in the thrall of my tidal wall
Stand in the thrall
Stand in the thrall
Stand in the thrall of my tidal wall
Mothers to your bosoms,
Grab your child and sing,
As to your breasts cascade and sing:
Brothers and fathers,
Down to the thing in the middle of the town
To judge at the thing
These the effeminate priests of Frey
That don their drag
And shriek through the day
That drag their God through the muddiest fields
Spilling seed to raise the yields
These the odd castrated womb-men
On this onerous land of no men
There the infernal priestess of Freyja,
These her people layer on layer
Then the infernal priestess of Freyja
Visiting the farms
The seething seer
Visiting the farms
And rarely leaving
Mounting the tumulus
The people grieving
Dodens doddering dead and dying.
Hear the modest priests of Ing
Who’s harkening always let us sing
That let’s us free our tightest waistband
Let’s us fertilise our own land
Spunked entire nations from one phallus
Spunked the vegetation into being
Spilled the super seed into the one day superceded earth.
Old Mother Fucker
She was a cocksucker
To give her poor family a home
Went down on their ding song
And drank for a sing song
But ended her sad life alone.
Around the church in Yatesbury the dead
Lie scattered underneath the sacred yew
As Sheila the Witch attending Sunday prayer
Praises a God but never tells them who
And from my Wall observing Sheila the Witch
Praises her God but never explaining which.
And every Monday night by the light of Moon
Those Meddlesome meddlesome meddlesome bells
And the heavy metal of the heathen bells
Meddlesome meddlesome meddlesome bells
And the bad heavy metal of the heathen bells
Meddlesome meddlesome meddlesome bells
And the heavy metal of the heathen bells
Meddlesome meddlesome meddlesome bells
And the bad heavy metal of the heathen bells
And Doggen can testify to my claim
That the Christians of Yatesbury are Christian in name
But their stomping pounding actions attest
To their Christianity happiest at rest
And Doggen who played at the John Stewart Hall
Can attest that its keeper is the heathenest of all
Is a shapeshifter tending to her hogweed hidden
And her dear Paul wallows in the village pond nay midden
For all of us are boundaried by Wan’s Dyke at the west
And the great world hill which spies us and can never let us rest
Bringing on Iranian Mithra
From its home beneath the east
Caught always in the thrall of my Wall
Caught always in the thrall of my Wall
Stand in the thrall
Stand in the thrall
Stand in the thrall of my wall
Stand in the thrall
Stand in the thrall
Stand in the thrall of my wall
Stand in the thrall
Stand in the thrall
Stand in the thrall of my wall
Here in the bloodlust deeper scar
For here be the wall of Johnny Guitar
Here in the bloodlust deeper scar
For here be the wall of Johnny Guitar
Play your gloom axe Stephen O’Malley
Sub bass ringing the sides of the valley
Sub bass climbing up each last ditch and combe
Greg Anderson purvey a sonic doom...
Don’t blame the messenger of gloom,
Don’t blame the messenger of doom,
For this be the Ragmarockingest aeion
In stillness O’Malley and Anderson play on... play on... play on...
[Apr 27,2006 9:37pm - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
Zappa Quotes
--
Remember there's a big difference between kneeling down and bending over.
--
You have just destroyed one model XQJ-37 nuclear powered pansexual
roto-plooker....and you're gonna have to pay for it.
--
He was in a quandary...being devoured by the swirling cesspool of his own
steaming desires... uh.. the guy was a wreck
--
And now....you are going to dance...like you've never danced before!
--
Bring the band on down behind me, boys.
--
Not a speck of cereal.
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Nothing but the best for my dog.
--
You drank beer, you played golf, you watched football - WE EVOLVED!
--
It looks just like a Telefunken U-47!
--
Don't mind your make-up, you'd better make your mind up.
--
They're serving burgers in the back!
--
Jazz is not dead...it just smells funny.
--
Beebop tango introduction:
I have a message to deliver to the cute people of the world...if you're
cute, or maybe you're beautiful...there's MORE OF US UGLY MOTHERFUCKERS
OUT THERE THAN YOU ARE!! So watch out.
--
Is that a real poncho or a Sears poncho?
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You're an asshole! You're an asshole!
That's right! You're an asshole! You're an asshole! Yes yes!
--
Number one ain't you...
You ain't even number two.
--
We could jam in Joe's garage,
we didn't have no dope or LSD,
but a coupl'o'quarts o'beer,
would fix it so the intonation,
would not offend your ear.
--
Who are the brain police?
--
This is the exciting part.
This is like the Supremes
see the way it builds up?
Feel it?
--
A prune isn't really a vegetable...
CABBAGE is a vegetable...
--
Here's one for mother
--
Only thirteen, and she knows how to NASTY
--
ARE YOU HUNG UP?
--
Diamonds on velvets on goldens on vixen
On comet & cupid on donner & blitzen
On up & away & afar & a go-go
Escape from the weight of your corporate logo!
--
Don't it ever get lonesome?
--
Eddie, are you kidding?
--
I'll do the stupid thing first and then you shy people follow...
--
Stupidity is the basic building block of the universe.
--
Never try to get your peter sucked in France.
--
Kill Ugly Radio
--
I'm not black, but there's a whole lot of
times I wish I could say I'm not white.
--
Help! I'm a rock!
--
Another day, another sausage...
--
I want a garden!
--
Don't mind your make-up
you'd better make your mind up.
--
from the liner notes of Freak Out.
On a personal level, Freaking Out is a process whereby an
individual casts off outmoded and restricting standars of
thinking, dress, and social etiquette in order to express
CREATIVELY his relationship to his immediate environment and
the social structure as a whole.
--
Great googly-moogly - you're gonna do it too!
--
Information is not knowledge,
Knowledge is not wisdom,
Wisdom is not truth,
Truth is not beauty,
Beauty is not love,
Love is not music
and Music is THE BEST
--
Gee, it's so hard to find a place to park around here.
--
Playing guitar is like fucking -- you never forget it.
...
Unless you're really, really stupid.
--
There are more love songs than anything else.
If songs could make you do something we'd all love one another.
--
If classical music is the state of the art,
then the arts are in a sad state.
--
Beauty is a French phonetic corruption of a short, cloth neck
ornament, currently in resurgence.
--
Don't cry...
Gotta go bye bye...
Suddenly die die...
Cop kill a creep!
Pow pow pow
--
Modern music is a sick puppy.
--
Some Scientists claim that hydrogen, because it is
so plentiful, is the basic building block of the
universe. I dispute that. I say there is more
stupidity than hydrogen, and that is the basic
building block of the universe.
--
Most people wouldn't know good music if it came up and bit them in the ass.
--
As quoted in Whole Grains, an early 1970's book of quotations
--
I figure the odds be fifty-fifty
I just might have some thing to say.
--
The person who stands up and says, ``This is
stupid,'' either is asked to `behave' or, worse,
is greeted with a cheerful ``Yes, we know!
Isn't it terrific!''
--
The more BORING a child is, the more the parents,
when showing off the child, receive adulation for
being GOOD PARENTS -- because they have a TAME
CHILD-CREATURE in their house.
--
The worst aspect of `typical familyism'
(as media-merchandised) is that it
glorifies _involuntary_homogenization_.
--
Gail has said in interviews that one of the
things that makes our relationship work is
the fact that we hardly ever get to talk to
each other.
--
The language and concepts contained herein are
guaranteed not to cause eternal torment in the
place where the guy with the horns and pointed
stick conducts his business.
--
My best advice to anyone who wants to raise a
happy, mentally healthy child is: Keep him or
her as far away from a church as you can.
--
I like having the capitol of the United
States in Washington, D.C., in spite of
recent efforts to move it to Lynchburg,
Virginia.
--
He [Barney Frank] is one of the most
impressive guys in Congress. He is a
great model for young gay men.
--
Children are naive -- they trust everyone.
School is bad enough, but, if you put a child
anywhere in the vicinity of a church, you're
asking for trouble.
--
It would be easier to pay off the national debt
overnight than to neutralize the long-range
effects of OUR NATIONAL STUPIDITY.
--
Nuclear explosions under the Nevada desert?
What the fuck are we testing for?
We already know the shit blows up.
--
Politics is the
entertainment branch of
industry.
--
Star Wars won't work. Star Wars won't work.
The gas still gets through; it could get right on
you. And what about those germs, now?
Star Wars won't work.
--
Washington, D.C.: a city infested with
statues -- and Congressional Blow-Boys
who WISH they were statues.
--
Thanks to our schools and political leadership,
the U.S. has acquired an international reputation
as the home of 250 million people dumb enough to
buy 'The Wacky Wall-Walker.'
--
Stupidity has a certain charm --
ignorance does not.
--
The real question is:
Is it possible to laugh
while fucking?"
--
The single-child yuppo-family that uses the child
as a status object: `A perfect child? Of course!
We have one here -- he's under the coffee table.
Ralph, stand up! Play the violin!'
--
Americans like to talk about (or be told about) Democracy but, when put to
the test, usually find it to be an 'inconvenience.' We have opted instead
for an authoritarian system disguised as a Democracy. We pay through
the nose for an enormous joke-of-a-government, let it push us around, and
then wonder how all those assholes got in there.
--
In every language, the first word after "Mama!" that every kid learns to say
is "Mine!" A system that doesn't allow ownership, that doesn't allow you to
say "Mine!" when you grow up, has -- to put it mildly -- a fatal design flaw.
From the time Mr. Developing Nation was forced to read _The Little Red Book_
in exchange for a blob of rice, till the time he figured out that waiting in
line for a loaf of pumpernickel was boring as fuck, took about three
generations. ...
Decades of indoctrination, manipulation, censorship and KGB excursions haven't
altered this fact: People want a piece of their own little Something-or-Other,
and, if they don't get it, have a tendency to initiate counterrevolution.
--
If it sounds GOOD to YOU, it's bitchen; and if it sounds BAD to YOU, it's
shitty.
--
The computer can't tell you the emotional story. It can give you the exact
mathematical design, but what's missing is the eyebrows.
--
In the fight between you and the world, back the world.
--
Let's not be too tough on our own ignorance. It's the thing that makes
America great. If America weren't incomparably ignorant, how could we
have tolerated the last eight years?
--
Lord have mercy on the people in England for the terrible food
these people must eat. And Lord have mercy on the fate of this
movie and God bless the mind of the man in the street.
--
Interviewer: "So Frank, you have long hair. Does that make you a
woman?"
FZ: "You have a wooden leg. Does that make you a table?"
--
If your children ever find out how lame you really are, they'll
gonna murder you in your sleep....
--
As quoted in Whole Grains, an early 1970's book of quotations
--
I'm not a man for all seasons but I'm doing something right.
--
There is no hell. There is only France.
--
``Conducting'' is when you draw ``designs'' in the nowhere -- with
your stick, or with your hands -- which are interpreted as
``instructional messages'' by guys wearing bow ties who wish they
were fishing.
--
Without music to decorate it, time is just a bunch of boring production
deadlines or dates by which bills must be paid.
--
The bassoon is one of my favorite instruments. It has the medieval aroma
-- like the days when everything used to sound like that.
Some people crave baseball -- I find this unfathomable --
but I can easily understand
why a person could get excited about playing a bassoon.
--
Whatever you have to do to have a good time, let's get
on with it, so long as it doesn't cause a murder.
--
Politics is the showbiz of industry.
--
Let's just admit that public education is mediocre at best.
--
Without deviation from the norm, 'progress' is not possible.
--
The last election just laid the foundation of the next 500
years of Dark Ages
From 1981
--
Look, just because you have got that fuckin' thing between
your legs it doesn't make any diference. If a girl does
something stupid I am going to call her just as I would a
guy.
--
A world of sexual incompetents, encountering
eachother, under disco circumstances... Now can't you
do songs about that?
--
A composer is a guy who goes around forcing his will on
unsuspecting air molecules,often with the assistence of
unsuspecting musicians.
--
There is no such thing as a dirty word. Nor is there a word so powerful,
that it's going to send the listener to the lake of fire upon hearing it.
--
fuck that! when did mediocrity and banality become a good
image for your children?
--
Why do you necessarily have to be wrong just because a few million people
think you are?
--
Life is like highschool with money.
--
Information doesn't kill you...
Senate Hearing on "Porn Rock", 1985 during an exchange with
a Born Again Christian.
--
Where ever you're going, don't walk the first.
If you do, people will think you know where you're going.
--
A drug is not bad. A drug is a chemical compound. The problem comes
in when people who take drugs treat them like a licence to behave
like an asshole.
--
Flatulence can be cruel!
--
Speed: It will turn you into your parents.
--
1970 public service announcement regarding drug (namely, speed) use
--
Sopranos!? That's why God made the rocket launcher and grenade!
--
Zappa & I were talking about the difficulties of getting
good performances of music each of us write. I asked him
if had had as many problems with sopranos and I had had.
That was his response!
I got to drive him around Columbus
Ohio in April 1984 for the week he was at Ohio State
participating in the 1984 National Conference of the
American Society of University Composers. We spent lots of
hours together during that week and stayed in touch
thereafter. -- E. Michael Harrington
--
There were 45 men in the jail cell, the toilet and shower
had never been cleaned, the temperature was 110 degrees so
you couldn't sleep night or day, there were roaches in the
oatmeal, sadistic guards, and everything that was nice.
--
Zappa 1969 interview
This had happened during the days of Studio Z in Cucamonga (1963).
Frank was released on bail (his father took out a bank loan
to pay for it). Frank had been busted for "conspiracy to
commit pornography," after making a silly recording of
suggestive sexual sounds (giggling edited out) for someone
who had asked him to provide a "special" tape recording
for a stag night. That someone turned out to be Detective Willis
of the San Bernadino Vice Squad. Their conversation was
recorded by a hidden microphone and this was used as
evidence at Zappa's trial.
More info from "ZAPPA - A Visual Documentary by Miles",
Omnibus Press, 1993, ISBN 0.7119.3099.6
--
Winos don't march.
--
Reporter:
This is a personal thing, I think that if you wanted to make top ten hits
and sell millions of records, you could.
Frank Zappa:
Yeah, but who wants to go through life with a tiny nose and one glove on?
--
I was writing all kinds of positive and negative canons
and weird inverted this and retrograde that and getting as
spaced-out mathematically as I could and I was going
"Wait a minute (laughs), who cares about that stuff?" I
had always liked rhythm and blues so here I was stuck
between the slide rule and the gut bucket somewhere and I
decided that I would opt for a third road someplace in
between.
--
From an 1972 interview to Martin Perlich. On giving up writing serial music.
--
It is always advisable to be a loser if you cannot become a winner.
--
I knew Jimi (Hendrix) and I think that the best thing
you could say about Jimi was: there was a person who
shouldn't use drugs.
--
From the second of two FZ interviews which were transcribed from an
imported CD called "The Frank Zappa Interview Picture Disk".
Conducted sometime in early to mid 1984.
--
Sometimes you got to get sick before you can feel better.
--
The emotion of every player is the most important thing, what
stands behind this chord or tone. If you leave that out, the
music does not touch you.
--
Interview from Keyboard June 1980. He outlined his expectations
of keyboardists, and discussed plenty of other topics
pertinent to the keyboard chair in his band
--
It's better to have something to remember than nothing to reget...
--
Why do people continue to compose music, and even pretend to teach
others how to do it, when they already know the answer?
Nobody gives a fuck.
--
If you wind up with a boring, miserable life because you listened to your
mom, your dad, your teacher, your priest or some guy on TV telling you how to
do your shit, then YOU DESERVE IT.
--
From the Real Frank Zappa book.
A mind is like a parachute. It doesnt work if it not open.
--
You've got to be digging it while it's happening<BR>
'cause it just might be a one shot deal
From Waka/Jawaka
--
There will never be a nuclear war; there's too much real estate involved.
Zappa on the Tonight Show, C.A. 1988
--
Heaven would be a place where bullshit existed only on television.
(Hallelujah! We's halfway there!)
--
Television. Sometime probably in 1988. The Real Frank Zappa Book p. 234
--
Don't expect anything,don't expect fun, don't expect friends..
if you get something...it's a BONUS
--
Golly, do I ever have alot of soul!!
--
A reference from "We're only in it for the money"
regarding his ability to strum, sing dance, and make merry fun all over
the stage!
--
Shoot low, they're riding Shetlands
--
European Zappa distributors Music For Nations on the occasion of some
anniversary of theirs.
--
Everyone in thes room is wearing a uniform, and don't kid yourself
--
Live at the Circle Star, from 20 Years on the Road, when notified there were
"cops in uniform" in the audience.
--
Children are naive-they trust everyone. School is bad enough, but, if you
put a child anywhere in the vicinity of a church, you're asking for trouble.
--
Zappa expressing his opinion pertaining to raising a child. He was saying
that institutions such as schools and churches, which have the power to
control and brainwash your child, are totally over rated, and shouldn't
always be recognized as a genuinely good thing.
--
The ONLY thing that seems to band all nations together, is that their
governments are universally bad....
F.Z. in German television interview
--
If we can't be free at least we can be cheap.
--
Whoever we are, whereever we're from, we should have noticed by now
our behaviour is dumb, and if our chances are expected to improve, it's
gonna take a lot more than trying to remove, the other race, or the other
whatever, from the face of the planet altogether
--
Dumb All Over, You Are What You Is
--
Nobody looks good bent over. Especially to pick up a cheque.
Guitar Magazine 1984
--
The essence of Christianity is told us in the Garden of Eden
history. The fruit that was forbidden was on the tree of
knowledge. The subtext is, All the suffering you have is
because you wanted to find out what was going on. You could
be in the Garden of Eden if you had just keep your fucking
mouth shut and hadn't asked any questions.
Playboy Interview, April 1993
--
When we talk about artistic freedom in this country
We sometime lose sight of the fact that freedom is
often dependent on adequate financing.
--
If you want to get laid, go to college, but if you want an education,
go to the library.
Quoted in the Pittsburgh Press in the summer of 67.
--
A lot of things wrong with society today are directly
attributable to the fact that the people who make the
laws are sexually maladjusted.
from "I Seem To Be a Verb" by R. Buckminster Fuller, 1970.
--
The gorilla is on an island,eats bananas and has a good time all day long.
He plays out there in the bushes. Some Americans find out about the gorilla
and they hear how BIG he is - you know.They're very impressed with the size
of the beast. So they catch the gorilla & they stick him in a boat & bring
him back to the US.
They show him off to everybody & make a bunch of money.
...Then they kill him !
The song King Kong.1968 tour Wisconsin.
--
Well, you know I've been here many times, and only certain
hours of the day when I'm here am I asleep; the rest of the
time I'm actually awake.
--
I have a filler on a dat with zappa being interrogated by
a couple of swedish fans/state officers(who knows)...in which
they are arguing over the pornographic contents of his
work. he tells them he has been spying on them, and claims
that their porno industry is bigger than that of the US.
it's pretty funny.
btw-this is from thew '88 tour.
--
I can gross out anybody in this room.
Said during a concert at Mount Holyoke College in the early 1970s.
--
Anything played wrong twice in a row is the beginning of an arrangement.
--
I saw this in an email .sig at someone who sent in a comment to
"Elephant Talk"- the King Crimson email newsletter.
--
Outdoors for me is walking from the car to the ticket desk at the airport
--
Regarding secondhand smoke in "The Real FZ Book"
--
My music is like a movie for your eear
--
Here I stand hoping against hope that it's a chick with a low voice
--
At a concert in Beloit, Wisconsin 1968 or 69 a guy in the
audience yelled out, "Eat me Zappa".
--
Don't clap for destroying America. This place is as good as you want to make it.
--
Zappa introduced "Billy the Mountain" by revealing that Billy and
Ethel took a vacation trip across the united States, destroying it in the
process. This was Zappa's response to the applause and cheers from the
audience. Cleveland Colliseum, 1971
--
If it can be conceived as music, it can be executed as music, and presented to
an audience in such a way that they will perceive it as music: "Look at this.
Ever seen one of these before? I built this for you. What do you mean, 'What
the fuck is it?' It's a goddam ETUDE, asshole."
--
This is a really nice place. Don't fuck it up.
Chrysler Hall, Norfolk, Virginia in the Spring of 1984.
A very genteel place to see fine compositions performed live.
Usually the opera folks hang out there.
--
The whole Universe is a large joke.
Everything in the Universe are just subdivisions of this jo
post was too long read more at your own risk
[May 2,2006 8:20pm - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
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[May 2,2006 8:54pm - intricateprocess ""]
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[May 2,2006 9:05pm - retzam ""]
I really like this thread.
[May 21,2006 6:36pm - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
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[May 21,2006 6:59pm - davefromthegrave ""]
whiskey_weed_and_women said:What do you mean, John 3:16?
For God so loved the world, every man packs an M-16
Says the boy to the fiend
What do you mean?
What do you mean, John 3:16?
For God so loved the world, every one packs an M-16
I wanna wake up from this dream
I caught the bullet, I was stumblin like a mulet
Drink white Russian; game, Russian roulette
Flight Continental six o'clock in the mornin
Briefcase full o' cocaine on my way out, I tipped the doorman
Jumped into the cab said, ";Hail Mary, full of Grace";
Yesterday communion was the Mafia's reunion
Confessed to the priest, evade the apple, I ate the peach
Slept with Vanity, sold my soul to Robin Leach
Devil music in my ear, no fear, I'm pumpin Def Leppard
Slow down, here comes the narc' with the German shepherd
I got the plan, man, meet me in the van
I got this kid from the Sudan bringin tecs from Iran
What do you mean, John 3:16?
For God so loved the world, every man packs an M-16
Says the boy to the fiend (All around the world)
(uh-huh) What do you mean? What do you mean?
What do you mean, John 3:16?
For God so loved the world, every one packs an M-16
Says the girl to the fiend
So in the streets, the product must be clean
Five-eleven, the young one went to heaven
Yo with the gun to his head; yo he was already dead
Sunday mornin in court, the judge got Wyclef confessin
";Yo, I murdered Steve Austin,"; now I'm wanted by Bionic Woman
Women bring you more miseries like that movie
Stress go to India, smoke hashish with Ghandi
My bills of rights is to make sure you're alright
Superman left the gang, cause his weakness was Crips-tonight
Godfather got the cottonballs to his cheeks
Pig couldn't fly straight so you die in your sleep
I stay awake only to see Nicodemus
The young one got murdered, the day was the Sabbath
What do you mean, John 3:16?
For God so loved the world, every man packs an M-16
What do you mean, says the boy to the fiend
Why we killin for the green?
What do you mean, John 3:16?
For God so loved the world, every man packs an M-16
Says the girl to the fiend (All around the world)
I wanna wake up from this dream
I know this drug dealer, who drive a black beamer
Dreadlock cut off once by this girl named Delilah
Pretty little dancer, voice like Tina Turner
Chickenheads are you a virgin? Yeah right, so was Madonna!
S-s-sinner, sinner, seek the master
If not, feel the explosion from the day after
Bit by the vampire, worked for the mobster
Two to the head - and now you swimmin with the lobsters
We got'cha got'cha, set up in Oklahoma
You caught a bad one like a kid catchin pneumonia
So storyteller, what's the moral of this story?
Live reality and don't get caught up in your fantasy
What do you mean, John 3:16?
For God so loved the world, every man packs an M-16
Says the boy to the fiend (All around the world)
Aren't we all human beings?
What do you mean, John 3:16?
For God so loved the world, every man packs an M-16
But the dream.. is still for green..
so we die in the steam
What do you mean, John 3:16?
what song is that?
[May 21,2006 7:16pm - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
JOHN 3:16
[May 21,2006 8:40pm - Mr Huxtable ""]
shit..i thought those were Screwdriver lyrics.
[May 21,2006 8:46pm - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
Mr Huxtable said:shit..i thought those were Screwdriver lyrics.
back to NH with you, the future isnt ready for your kind. back back to where you belong.
[May 29,2006 4:54pm - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
I look at you all see the love there that's sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps
I look at the floor and I see it need sweeping
Still my guitar gently weeps
I don't know why nobody told you
how to unfold you love
I don't know how someone controlled you
they bought and sold you
I look at the world and I notice it's turning
While my guitar gently weeps
With every mistake we must surely be learning
Still my guitar gently weeps
I don't know how you were diverted
you were perverted too
I don't know how you were inverted
no one alerted you
I look at you all see the love there that's sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps
I look at you all
Still my guitar gently weeps
Oh, oh, oh
oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
oh oh, oh oh, oh oh
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
yeah yeah yeah yeah
The hottest songs from The Beatles
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fIwYpH5gDX0...Hile%20My%20Guitar%20Gently%20Weeps
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8GZKBTpMllc...Hile%20My%20Guitar%20Gently%20Weeps
[May 29,2006 6:16pm - baptizedinresin ""]
where is that first post taken from?
[May 29,2006 7:05pm - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
baptizedinresin said:where is that first post taken from?
it's taken from the title of this thread. it's the speech bill hicks would give to end his show.
[Jun 1,2006 3:36pm - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
Mott the Hoople and the Game of Life. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Andy Kaufman in the wrestling match. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Monopoly, twenty one, checkers, and chess. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Mister Fred Blassie in a breakfast mess. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Let's play Twister, let's play Risk. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
See you in heaven if you make the list. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hey Andy, did you hear about this one? Tell me, are you locked in the punch?
Hey Andy, are you goofing on Elvis? Hey baby, are we losing touch?
If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon
If you believe there's nothing up my sleeve, then nothing is cool
Moses went walking with the staff of wood. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Newton got beaned by the apple good. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Egypt was troubled by the horrible asp. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Mister Charles Darwin had the gall to ask. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hey Andy, did you hear about this one? Tell me, are you locked in the punch?
Hey Andy, are you goofing on Elvis? Hey baby, are you having fun?
If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon
If you believe there's nothing up my sleeve, then nothing is cool
Here's a little agit for the never-believer. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Here's a little ghost for the offering. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Here's a truck stop instead of Saint Peter's. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Mister Andy Kaufman's gone wrestling (wrestling bears). Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hey Andy, did you hear about this one? Tell me, are you locked in the punch?
Hey Andy, are you goofing on Elvis? Hey baby, are we losing touch?
If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon
If you believe there's nothing up my sleeve, then nothing is cool
If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon
If you believe there's nothing up my sleeve, then nothing is cool
If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon
If you believe there's nothing up my sleeve, then nothing is cool
If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon
If you believe there's nothing up my sleeve, then nothing is cool
[Jun 5,2006 2:57am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
the wonder years ruled, i dont care what any of you say
What would you think if I sang out of tune,
Would you stand up and walk out on me?
Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song
And I'll try not to sing out of key.
Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends
Mm, I get high with a little help from my friends
Mm, gonna try with a little help from my friends
What do I do when my love is away
(Does it worry you to be alone?)
How do I feel by the end of the day,
(Are you sad because you're on your own?)
No, I get by with a little help from my friends
Mm, I get high with a little help from my friends
Mm, gonna try with a little help from my friends
Do you need anybody
I need somebody to love
Could it be anybody
I want somebody to love.
Would you believe in a love at first sight
Yes, I'm certain that it happens all the time
What do you see when you turn out the light
I can't tell you but I know it's mine,
Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends
Mm, I get high with a little help from my friends
Mm, gonna try with a little help from my friends
Do you need anybody
I just need someone to love
Could it be anybody
I want somebody to love.
Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends
With a little help from my friends.
[Jun 5,2006 11:48am - nyckz0r nli ""]
whiskey_weed_and_women said:The world is like a ride at an amusement park, and when you choose to go on it, you think it's real, because that's how powerful our minds are. And the ride goes up and down and round and round and it has thrills and chills and it's very brightly colored and it's very loud. And it's fun, for a while.
Some people have been on the ride for a long time, and they begin to question: 'Is this real? Or is this just a ride?' And other people have remembered, and they come back to us and they say 'Hey! Don't worry, don't be afraid - ever - because... this is just a ride.' And we kill those people.
'Shut him up! We have a lot invested in this ride! Shut him up! Look at my furrows of worry; look at my big bank account, and my family. This has to be real.'
It's just a ride. But we always kill those good guys who try and tell us that - ever notice that? - and we let the demons run amok. But it doesn't matter, because... it's just a ride, and we can change it any time we want. It's only a choice. No effort. No worry. No job. No savings and money. Just a choice, right now, between fear and love. The eyes of fear want you to put bigger locks on your door, buy bigger guns, close yourself off. The eyes of love, instead, see all of us as one.
Here's what we can do to change the world, right now, into a better ride. Take all that money we spend on weapons and defense each year and, instead, spend it feeding, clothing and educating the poor of the world, which it would do many times over - not one human being excluded - and we can explore space together, both inner and outer, forever. In peace. - another fallen hero
Nice BILL HICKS quote.
your text here
[Jun 9,2006 1:35pm - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
When I was a young girl sitting on my momma's knee
she told me to love freedom and to keep my dignity
out in the country down in Georgia.
In the tallgrass and Queen Anne's lace I began to love America.
When I went to elementary school I learned to cuss,
learned to pray to a protestant God and in Him we trust.
I pledge allegiance to America...
in the concrete walls and wooden desks I learned the scriptures of America.
When I went to high school I learned how we hate
all the fears and shadows we use to segregate
the people of America.
We hold some lies to be self-evident in America.
When I was in Dallas I stood up all night long
thinking about ... murder
and what it takes to buy a soul in America...
...but it's still my America.
Down in Alabama where the crosses burn so bright,
way out in the desert where your eyes can't hold the light,
and from the mouths of fools who tell you money always makes right...
comes the darkness of America,
our America.
From the glitter of Miama to the wild Alaskan shore,
and the greed of the wealthy and the faith of the poor
this is all our America.
And if they tell you we can't use her freedom anymore,
well they don't stand for our America
If they tell you miles of freedom is a cost we can't afford,
they shore up the government, and keep us hard at war
til one by one give up our rights til our borders seem secure,
and disagreement will be treason, we'll have no voice anymore.
They just don't understand America,
my America,
our America,
my America
[Jul 8,2006 10:06pm - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
Among life’s cruelest truths is this one: Wonderful things are especially wonderful the first time they happen, but their wonderfulness wanes with repetition. Just compare the first and last time your child said “Mama” or your partner said “I love you” and you’ll know exactly what I mean. When we have an experience – hearing a particular sonata, making love with a particular person, watching the sun set from a particular window of a particular room – on successive occasions, we quickly begin to adapt to it, and the experience yields less pleasure each time. Psychologists call this habituation, economists call it declining marginal utility, and the rest of us call it marriage. – Daniel Gilbert
[Jul 12,2006 3:58pm - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
“The music business is a cruel and shallow money trench, a long plastic hallway where thieves and pimps run free, and good men die like dogs. There’s also a negative side.” –Hunter S. Thompson
[Jul 22,2006 4:45am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
On the issue of strychnine in LSD:
The following text was written by Alexander T. Shulgin in response to the overwhelming misconception that strychnine is commonly found in street samples of LSD:
"The observation of strychnine as being present in any street drug, as a by-product, or a contaminant, or an impurity has never been documented. It is a natural plant product, as are the ergots which are used in the synthesis of LSD. But they come from totally unrelated plants; there has never been a report of strychnine and an ergot alkaloid co-existing in a single species. So if the two materials are together in a drug sample, it could only be by the hand of man. I have personally looked a large number of illicit street offerings and have never detected the presence of strychnine. The few times that I have indeed found it present, have been in legal exhibits where it usually occurred in admixture with brucine (also from the plant Strychnos nux-vomica) in criminal cases involving attempted or successful poisoning.
The same argument applies to the myth that occasionally surfaces, that strychnine occurs in the white tufts of peyote. This is equally fraudulent -- it has never been reported in that cactus or any other cactus."
Furthermore, it should probably be spelled out that strychnine is not needed to bond LSD to blotter paper, nor is strychnine a breakdown product of LSD. these are probably the two most commonly repeated gross misconceptions.
The source of the "strychnine is commonly found in LSD" myth may be somewhat grounded in truth. For example, in "LSD: My Problem Child" Albert Hofmann cites a case in the late sixties of Strychnine being found in an "LSD" sample that was a white powder. However, what is commonly claimed is that strychnine is found in a significant percentage of LSD, specifically blotter LSD, which is *not* true. Shulgin's note that he has analyzed many samples of LSD and never found strychnine is backed up by published analyses done by PharmChem and the LA County Street Drug Analysis program, which likewise never found any strychnine.
This is intuitively backed up by the fact that a 5mm x 5mm "standard" square of blotter LSD only weights about 2mg and if the paper itself was made completely out of pure strychnine it is still on the very low end of Strychnine's threshold of activity.
Strychnine is not the cause of tracers, cramps, nausea, or amphetamine-like LSD-effects. Its possible that poorly synthesized LSD might have other ergot derivatives in it, which might contribute to the harsh body load that some get on taking LSD. Also, the very close chemical relatives 1-Methyl-LSD and 1-Acetyl-LSD (which break down into LSD in aqueous solution) might be present in some street samples and might contribute to the harsh body load. (Petter Stafford has claimed in his _Psychedelics Encyclopedia_ that 1-Acetyl-LSD is supposedly "smoother" than d-LSD -- thus "strychnine laced acid" may acutally be pure d-LSD, while "pure lsd" may be 1-Acetyl-LSD or some substitute). And the chemicals iso-LSD and lumi-LSD which are breakdown products of LSD might contribute to the body loading on some trips, particularly via a hypothetical synergistic effect. Given this plethora of possible chemicals in street "LSD", its not needed to look to a chemical which has hardly ever been found in analyzed samples to explain variations in the strength and "cleanliness" of street acid.
Its also possible that LSD itself simply causes adverse physical effects, particularly muscle cramping, in persons suceptible to it. The reported side effects of LSD (the nausea and apparent CNS stimulant effects) are commonly reported side effects of seritonergic drugs such as fluoxetine (Prozac) and buspirone (Buspar), and also are commonly reported (and typically more severe) with other psychedelics like Mescaline.
Or its quite likely that the "strychnine" reactions to LSD are entirely psychosomatic. Both Leary ("The Psychedelic Experience") and Lilly ("Programming and Metaprogramming...", "Center of the Cyclone") have each observed this reaction in people who cannot handle the surge of emotion associated with a trip.
Further advice would be to avoid methylxanthines (caffiene, theophylline in tea, etc) prior to dosing. Some have noted a possible synergistic effect between them and LSD causing, or contributing, to a harsh body load during a trip. And prior use of dramamine may alleviate the nausea sometimes associated with LSD, and other psychedelic drugs (although it may also effect the quality of the trip -- Shulgin has noted in PiHKAL that he shuns the use of anti-nauseants in order to experience the effects of the psychedelic, both good and bad, with no possible interference).
In summary, it can't be said that we know specifically why sometimes acid feels "cleaner" than other times. However, based on the availability of plausible explanations, and the evidence of drug analysis, and general implausiblity of the whole strychnine concept, we can conclude that it isn't due to any concentration of strychnine. Also, while it can't completely be ruled out, the presence of strychnine in LSD is so minimal that the majority of LSD users will never once come across
[Jul 22,2006 4:49am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
Introduction
LSD has always been a center of controversy in American
society, often times because people have been miseducated
about its effects or exposed to media bias. Its
physiological effects on the brain and body have become more
and more apparent in the last few decades when research in
neuroscience peaked. The psychological effects of LSD have
been often difficult to describe and document very well --
they were first discovered on April 16, 1943 by research
chemist Albert Hofmann when a small amount of the drug
soaked through his fingers during a routine synthesis. He
experienced an imaginative dream-like state for a duration
of about 2-3 hours (Hofmann, 1983). Since then, a great
deal of work has been done attempting to document the health
effects of LSD.
Acute Effects
LSD is very potent: the effective dose is measured in
micrograms (ug) -- however, the lethal dose is literally
thousands of times that, making the drug essentially non-
toxic. There have been only a few cases of possible
overdose where people ingested extremely large amounts of
the drug (Allen et al., 1978; Griggs et al., 1977).
LSD can be administered a number of ways, the most
common: orally through paper, sugar cubes, on a piece of
gelatin, or by pill; intravenously; or intramuscularly. A
standard dose with noticeable hallucinogenic effects is
about 100-200 ug. The intensity of the trip is proportional
to the size of the dose -- it is interesting to note,
though, that the duration of the trip seems to stay the same
at higher doses (Freedman, 1984). The initial effects begin
20-40 minutes with a sense of euphoria and dizziness.
Hallucinations then begin to occur, with the trip peaking
for 4-5 hours after about an hour since the drug is taken.
LSD is best described as a drug that strikes down barriers.
The person who uses LSD is likely to feel detached from
his/her ego, and can cross between states of consciousness.
The user's perceptions are altered, causing visual and
auditory hallucinations. One may notice that the walls of
room are "breathing" or that motionless curtains appear to
be moving. Senses appear to mix: a user might see music,
taste colors, or hear visual stimuli. The LSD experience is
often difficult to describe by users -- words lose meaning
and are often insufficient in describing the effects of the
drug; thoughts may seem unclear. Effects taper off after
about 6-8 hours and are usually completely gone after a
nights sleep.
The user's mood is likely to change depending on how
he/she feels at various stages of the trip. The outcome of
the trip is almost always dependent on two primary
variables: the set and the setting. The set refers to a
user's expectations of the drug's effects and the user's
state-of-mind. The setting is the environment in which the
drug is taken. If an inexperienced user takes LSD in
stressed condition or in a bad mood, a bad experience may
occur. By the same token, taking LSD in a chaotic
environment like a noisy rock concert could turn into
trouble for someone unsure of the drugs effects. When users
on LSD become frightened or enter a state of panic, they can
usually be relieved or "talked down" by a friend. With this
in mind, probably the best way to use LSD would be in one's
home with several trusting supportive friends.
The following is a fairly long, but very informative
account of one of the first documented LSD trips done by
Albert Hofmann in 1943:
"4/19/43 16:20: 0.5 cc of 1/2 promil aqueous
solution of diethylamide tartrate orally=0.25 mg
tartrate. Taken diluted with about 10 cc water.
Tasteless.
17:00: Beginning dizziness, feeling of anxiety,
visual distortions, symptoms of paralysis, desire
to laugh.
Supplement of 4/21: Home by bicycle. From 18:00-
ca.20:00 most severe crisis. (See special
report.)
* * * *
Here the notes in my laboratory journal
cease. I was able to write the last words only
with great effort. By now it was already clear to
me that LSD had been the cause of the remarkable
experience of the previous Friday, for the altered
perceptions were of the same type as before, only
much more intense. I had to struggle to speak
intelligibly. I asked my laboratory assistant,
who was informed of the self-experiment, to escort
me home. We went by bicycle, no automobile
available because of wartime restrictions on their
use. On the way home, my condition began to
assume threatening forms. Everything in my field
of vision wavered and was distorted as if seen in
a curved mirror. I also had the sensation of
being unable to move from the spot. Nevertheless,
my assistant later told me that we had traveled
very rapidly. Finally, we arrived at home safe
and sound, and I was just barely capable of asking
my companion to summon our family doctor and
request milk from the neighbors.
[...]
The dizziness and sensation of fainting
became so strong at times that I could no longer
hold myself erect, and had to lie down on a sofa.
My surroundings had now transformed themselves in
more terrifying ways. Everything in the room spun
around, and the familiar objects and pieces of
furniture assumed grotesque, threatening forms.
They were in continuous motion, animated, as if
driven by an inner restlessness. The lady next
door, whom I scarcely recognized, brought me milk
-- in the course of the evening I drank more than
two liters. She was no longer Mrs. R., but rather
a malevolent, insidious witch with a colored mask.
Even worse than these demonic transformations
of the outer world, were the alterations that I
perceived in myself, in my inner being. Every
exertion of my will, every attempt to put an end
to the disintegration of the outer world and the
dissolution of my ego, seemed to be a wasted
effort. A demon had invaded me, had taken
possession of my body, mind, and soul. I jumped
up and screamed, trying to free myself from him,
but then sank down again and lay helpless on the
sofa. The substance, with which I wanted to
experiment, had vanquished me. It was the demon
that scornfully triumphed over my will. I was
seized by the dreadful fear of going insane. I
was taken to another world, another place, another
time. My body seemed to be without sensation,
lifeless, strange. Was I dying? Was this the
transition? At times I believed myself to be
outside my body, and then perceived clearly, as an
outside observer, the complete tragedy of my
situation. I had not even taken leave of my
family (my wife, with our three children had
traveled that day to visit her parents, in
Lucerne). Would they ever understand that I had
not experimented thoughtlessly, irresponsibly, but
rather with the utmost caution, and that such a
result was in no way foreseeable? My fear and
despair intensified, not only because a young
family should lose its father, but also because I
dreaded leaving my chemical research work, which
meant so much to me, unfinished in the midst of
fruitful, promising development. Another
reflection took shape, an idea full of bitter
irony: if I was now forced to leave this world
prematurely, it was because of this lysergic acid
diethylamide that I myself had brought forth into
the world.
By the time the doctor arrived, the climax of
my despondent condition had already passed. My
laboratory assistant informed him about my self-
experiment, as I myself was not yet able to
formulate a coherent sentence. He shook his head
in perplexity, after my attempts to describe the
mortal danger that threatened my body. He could
detect no abnormal symptoms other than extremely
dilated pupils. Pulse, blood pressure, breathing
were all normal. He saw no reason to prescribe
any medication. Instead he conveyed me to my bed
and stood watch over me. Slowly I came back from
a weird, unfamiliar world to reassuring everyday
reality. The horror softened and gave way to a
feeling of good fortune and gratitude, the more
normal perceptions and thoughts returned, and I
became more confident that the danger of insanity
was conclusively past.
Now, little by little I could begin to enjoy
the unprecedented colors and plays of shapes that
persisted behind my closed eyes. Kaleidoscopic,
fantastic images surged in on me, alternating,
variegated, opening and then closing themselves in
circles and spirals, exploding in colored
fountains, rearranging and hybridizing themselves
in constant flux. It was particularly remarkable
how every acoustic perception, such as the sound
of a door handle or a passing automobile, became
transformed into optical perceptions. Every sound
generated a vividly changing image, with its own
consistent form and color.
Late in the evening my wife returned from
Lucerne. Someone had informed her by telephone
that I was suffering a mysterious breakdown. She
had returned home at once, leaving the children
behind with her parents. By now, I had recovered
myself sufficiently to tell her what had happened.
Exhausted, I then slept, to awake next
morning refreshed, with a clear head, though still
somewhat tired physically. A sensation of well-
being and renewed life flowed through me.
Breakfast tasted delicious and gave me
extraordinary pleasure. When I later walked into
the garden, in which the sun shone now after a
spring rain, everything glistened and sparkled in
fresh light. The world was as if newly created.
All my senses vibrated in a condition of highest
sensitivity, which persisted for the entire day."
(Hofmann, 1983).
Chronic Effects
The long-term effects of LSD use can be both good and
bad. There are cases of people who claim to have had their
entire lives turned around, for the better, due to LSD use.
On the other hand, some people have been hospitalized by so-
called "LSD psychosis." In the late 1960s, several studies
indicated possible chromosome breakage due to LSD use. Some
people report experiencing "LSD flashbacks" -- brief vivid
repetitions of a previous LSD experience.
The effects of LSD are very strong and profound. Many
people have claimed to have discovered their inner selves
under the influence of LSD. One interesting analogy was
made by Professor Jeffrey M. Blum of the University of
Buffalo School of Law:
"The problems posed by LSD, for example, in some
ways resemble those presented by scuba diving.
Each is seen as a form of exploration that opens
new vistas. Hence participants often find the
activity enormously stimulating and inspiring.
Each activity poses a small but significant risk
of serious personal harm, these being death in one
and aggravation of pre-existing states of mental
instability for the other. Untrained,
unsupervised use of unchecked substances or
equipment are ill-advised in both cases." (Blum,
1990)
LSD also has shown to have therapeutic usefulness. It has
been successful in treating some forms of schizophrenia
(Hoffer, 1970). Another study found notable success in
treating terminally-ill cancer patients: two-thirds of the
subjects showed positive change in anxiety, emotional
tension, psychological isolation, fear of death, and the
amount of pain medication needed (Pahnke et al., 1970).
Studies that have shown LSD useful in treating alcoholism
and other addictions are contradictory and may be
inconclusive. Pahnke's group (1970) reported moderate
success in treating alcoholism, but Ludwig (1970) found
less-than-encouraging results. It's important to note,
though, that both of these studies used vastly different
treatment styles and dosages of the drug.
Some users of LSD experience what is clinically referred
to as LSD psychosis, schizophrenic-like disorders that seem
to be triggered by using the drug. However, in careful
analysis of LSD psychosis patients, it appears that those
who have strong family histories of major psychosis or
psychopathology are more vulnerable than those who do not
(Tsuang et al., 1982). Vardy et al. (1983) reported similar
findings, as well as that LSD psychotics have significantly
higher rates of parental alcoholism than control groups. In
a survey of five-thousand individuals who had used LSD a
total of twenty-five-thousand times, Cohen (1960) found 1.8
psychotic episodes per thousand ingestions, 1.2 attempted
suicides, and 0.4 completed suicides -- figures consistent
with the those of the general population. Regarding dangers
of psychosis in therapeutic uses of LSD, Pahnke et al.
(1970) notes:
"Since 1963 at the Spring Grove State Hospital,
and now at the Maryland Psychiatric Research
Center, over 300 patients have been treated with
LSD without a single case of long-term
psychological or physical harm directly
attributable to the treatment, although there have
been two post-LSD disturbances which have
subsequently responded to conventional treatment."
Bad reactions to LSD are almost certainly dependent on the
user. It is becoming increasingly easier to diagnose
schizophrenics clinically as patients suffering physical
disorders -- these people should be very cautious, if not
completely avoidant of truly powerful psychoactive drugs
like LSD. There are another class of people who use LSD
irresponsibly, ignoring important factors like set and
setting -- bad reactions, more acute then chronic, are
likely to occur here as well.
Really the only serious physiological concern about LSD
use has been that it may cause chromosome damage -- this was
first reported by Cohen et al. in 1967. These findings were
seldom replicated, and were contradicted by other studies
(Loughman et al., 1967; Bender et al., 1968; Pahnke, 1970).
In 1977, Maimon Cohen, one of the invesigators who first
reported this a decade earlier, stated that no conclusions
could be drawn based on existing evidence (Cohen et al.,
1977).
The phenomena of LSD flashbacks has been over-sensualized
by the media for many years. Flashbacks are associated with
highly emotional experiences and often happen to people who
have never used psychedelic drugs. A frightening war
memory, being raped, or even getting married, can all
trigger flashbacks quite some time later. Thus, an
emotional experience on LSD can also cause flashbacks.
Flashbacks also occur due to post-traumatic stress disorder,
associated with victims of disaster and extreme violence --
it is estimated that 1% of the general population suffers
from this ("Journey for Better Life," 1992).
Conclusion
LSD is a very potent drug, but is physically quite safe
and non-toxic. Its effects include mild euphoria and
anxiety, altered perceptions, and the ability to pass
between states of consciousness. Visual hallucinations are
the most noticeable by users. The acute effects taper off
as time progresses and are usually gone by the next morning.
Chronic effects of the drug can be positive and negative.
Positive effects include spiritual contact and self-
exploration; the most severe negative effect is known as LSD
psychosis. LSD has shown to have therapeutic usefulness,
although research has been severely limited for the last
several decades. LSD psychosis has been linked to forms of
schizophrenia, and thus, to some physiological disorders --
it appears to be dependent on the user, and not on the drug.
[Jul 22,2006 4:56am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
Blunts
What are "blunts?"
The name, "Blunts," is a street name used to describe a
marijuana and tobacco cigar. Other street names include "el-pees"
(LP's), According to one source, blunts originated among Jamaicans
in New York City in the early 1980's.(1) Blunts take their
name from "Phillies Blunt=FC" brand cigars, although other brands of
similar make (such as El Producto=FC, White Owl=FC, and Dutch Masters=
=FC)
are also used for this purpose.
(1) Tobacco is removed from the inside of the cigar, and
replaced with marijuana.
Blunts vs. Joints
Smoking marijuana inside the leaf or paper wrapper of a
cigar offers several advantages to the user:
-The tobacco wrapper slows down the burning rate of the
joint. This allows a greater number of users to share the same
joint.(1)
-A blunt holds more marijuana than a joint, and is
convenient to use and store. A single user can smoke it,
extinguish it, and easily relight it. "That's what's so cool about
a blunt. Just put it out. It fits nicely in the top pocket."(1)
-It looks like a legal drug. Even though it is illegal for
adolescents to use tobacco products, blunts appear to be commercial
tobacco cigars. Policemen, teachers, and parents who ignore
cigarette possession in minors are likely to ignore blunts as well.
-Nicotine from the tobacco content may add to the effects of
the marijuana in a blunt. Nicotine is a stimulant, and marijuana
is a minor hallucinogen with some depressant properties. Other
stimulant and depressant combinations include cocaine and heroin,
cocaine and alcohol, amphetamines and alcohol. At this writing,
there appears to be no medical literature evaluating the
psychoactive effects of using marijuana and tobacco together vs.
individually. However, some of the comments made in one magazine
interview are intriguing and may indicate synergistic effects:
"The blunt is more effective =FCthan smoking marijuana
alone=FC..." "When you smoke a blunt, you get twice as high.
=2E . ." "At first, I didn't like it, 'cause it made me dizzy. . .
(1)
Why are Phillies Blunt=FC cigars used?
Many other cigar brands are still being used to make blunts.
Users say that the Phillies Blunt=FC brand produces less harsh-
tasting or sweeter smoke.(1) The leaf wrapper of a
Phillies Blunt=FC is strong enough to hold together through the
manipulations of making a blunt. Other brands fall apart.
Washington DC Area Trends
The emergence of blunts in the Washington D.C. area has been
associated with an increase in marijuana abuse among both youth and
adults.(2) The peaks and dips in positive test results for
marijuana in juvenile arrestees closely resemble increased
Washington DC area sales of the Havatampa Co.'s large cigars,
including the Phillies Blunt=FC brand.(2)
National Trends
Articles in High Times, a magazine about substance use and
marijuana farming, give methods for making blunts.
(2,3) Rap music stars featured in the articles
suggested a cultural link between blunts use and rap or hip-hop
music.(2) The appearance of tee shirts and baseball caps
promoting blunts use in New York, Washington DC, Baltimore, and
California suggest that blunts use is becoming a national
phenomenon.
[Jul 22,2006 4:58am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
You gotta decide how fine you are gonna sift the shake. I know some
who remove everything until nothing is left but a fine red dust. I
don't like that, it takes too long, and casues too many volatiles to
be released as you card it, and makes really lousey joints that pack
too tightly and don't draw worth shit. We all roll joints to match our
personality, my joins tend to have stuff in them that shouldn't be
there, leave things on the tray that SHOULD be, double paper walled,
kinda fat in the middle, nice where it meats the mouth, and fulla
garbage that gets burnt.
Once you got the grass ready you them have to get you papers in order.
The way I learned to make a joint was to make a boat out of the paper.
Take the paper in you hand so that the gummed side is up and the
crease is away from you, the short sides are called edges and the long
sides are called sides. You fold the end towards the side, each in turn.
First you take the left edge and you fold it about the top corner of
that edge, bringing the lower corner up to where it meets the top side
and the edge is perfectly in line with the side. Then you do the same
thing about the bottom corner, and then you do it for each of the
other corners on the other side. You have to make sure all the creases
are away from you, then, from where the two bisectors meet on out to
the edge you fold agains the crease, you fold in the same place but in
the other direction of the original crease
You do that with each edge and you get a little paper boat into which
you can shift your sift. After having thoughly raked the herb you wind
up with a little mound of grass, how big depends on how strong the
grass is, how big the papers are, and how stoned you wanna get. I
usually use a bit more than would fill a large bowl. You pick the
gras up between you fingers and dust it into the paper boat. Try to
get it even but don't worry about it you can fix it. Towards the
bottom of the mound you run into stuff too fine pick up with your
fingers, I consider it a point of grace to card once, and once only,
it back into a smalled mound and then try to get at least one good
pinch or two from it and let the rest of the shit go back into the
baggie until one is scaping for anything green that burns. As you load
the paper you are gonna spill dust, just let it go. Make sure you load over
the tray and you will either get it with the cleanup card or smoke it
some other time.
Now you take your boat full of dope and begin leveling it. Stir it
about with your finger to balance as much as possible and then you
will begin rolling it. Make sure the gummed side is away from you if
there is one. You roll it to settle the grass and get it
even, and ya try to get it to spread out towards the edges. This is
where people who use doller bills use them, I always thought it was
too much hassle to fuck with. Once you have it spread to suit your
desires you then have to roll the paper up into a joint. This is the
tricky part. I always try to finish rolling it so that it is very near
the ungummed edge and then to just fold that over and roll it up. Try
to get it a bit tighter than you wanna some cause it will looesen as you
roll it up. Just before your finished you have to lick the gum. The
best I ever saw anyone do that was this little oriental girl I knew
who had the most pointed tounge that was always moist. She had absolute
control over her tounge, she could make it do things that would give
you an orgasm just watching the movements. I being who I am tend to
either slobber a bit too much or not get enough on there, it could be
better but it works. You finish rolling it up and and then you gotta
close the sides.
The best way I have found to close the sides is to just roll one end
and figure what gets caught gets caught and turn it so the other end
is upright and then use a small poker to pull out things which stick
out and push in the stuff that needs to go inside. Roll the ends
counter to each other and lick to close. I got friends that stick half
the damned joint in thier mouths, and others who just touch it to
thier tounge. I am undecided, the wetter it gets the better the joint
is but it just grates my aesthetics. Let it dry and you gotta joint. I
tend to double wrap mine, by rolling that joint in annother, it
strengths that fragine middle section and generally keeps a tight nice
looking joint. I also tend to tear off that messy end, the one that
caught what got caught, to suck on, and use the flashy paper tail to
light it.
[Jul 22,2006 5:00am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
Hallucinogenic mushrooms have been part of human culture as far back as the earliest recorded history. Ancient paintings of mushroom-ed humanoids have been found in caves in the Saharan desert. Central and Southern America cultures built temples to mushroom gods and carved "mushroom stones". These stone carvings in the shape of mushrooms, or in which figures are depicted under the cap of a mushroom, have been dated to as early as 1000-500 B.C. The purpose of the sculptures is not certain, but these stones may have been religious objects.
The Mixtec culture of central Mexico worshipped many gods, one known as Piltzintecuhtli, or 7 Flower (his name presented in the pictoral language as seven circles and a flower) who was the god for hallucinatory plants, especially the divine mushroom. The Vienna Codex (or Codex Vindobonensis) (ca 13th-15th century) depicts the ritual use of mushrooms by the Mixtec gods, showing Piltzintecuhtli and 7 other gods holding mushrooms in their hands.1
The Aztec people had a closely related god of the entheogens. Xochipilli, Prince of Flowers, was the divine patron of "the flowery dream" as the Aztecs called the ritual hallucinatory trance. The Aztecs used a number of plant hallucinogens including psilocybian mushrooms (teonanácatl), morning glory seeds, Salvia divinorum, Datura (tlapatl or toloache) , Peyote (peyotl), and mixitl grain. Psilocybian mushrooms were used in ritual and ceremony, served with honey or chocolate at some of their holiest events.2
With Cortez's defeat of the Aztecs in 1521, the Europeans began to forbid the use of non-alcohol intoxicants, including sacred mushrooms, and the use of teonanácatl ('wondrous mushroom', or 'flesh of the gods'3) was driven underground.
In the mid 16th century, Spanish priest Bernardino de Sahagún wrote of the use of hallucinogenic mushrooms by the Aztecs in his Florentine Codex :
"The first thing to be eaten at the feast were small black mushrooms that they called nanacatl and bring on drunkenness, hallucinations and even lechery; they ate these before the dawn...with honey; and when they began to feel the effects, they began to dance, some sang and others wept... When the drunkenness of the mushrooms had passed, they spoke with one another of the visions they had seen."
According to Sahagún, the psychoactive mushrooms which were ingested by the Aztec priests and their followers were always referred to as teonanácatl though the term does not appear to be used by modern indians or shamans in mesoamerica. 4 The varieties most likely to have been used by the Aztecs are Psilocybe caerulescens and Psilocybe mexicana. Psilocybe cubensis, which is currently quite popular as it is easy to locate and cultivate, was not introduced to America until the arrival of the Europeans and their cattle.
During the early 20th century there was dispute amongst western academics as to whether psychoactive mushrooms existed. Though Sahagun had mentioned teonanácatl in his diaries, an American botanist William Safford argued he had mistaken dried peyote buttons for mushrooms. This theory was strongly disputed by Austrian amateur botanist Dr. Blas Pablo Reko, who had lived in Mexico. Reko was convinced that not only did teonanacatl refer to psychoactive mushrooms as Sahagun had written, but that people were still using these mushrooms in Mexico.
In the early 30's, Robert Weitlaner, an Australian amateur anthropologist witnessed a Mazatec mushroom ceremony (velada) just northeast of Oaxaca, Mexico. After hearing about the dispute between Safford and Reko, he contacted Reko, told him that the Otomi Indians of Puebla used mushrooms as inebriants, and sent him samples of the mushrooms. Reko forwarded the samples to Stockholm for chemical analysis, and to Harvard for botanical examination, but by the time the samples arrived they were too decayed to be properly identified.
The samples had been received at Harvard by ethnobotanist Richard Evans Schultes. Schultes quickly became a supporter of the idea that Teonanácatl did indeed refer to mushrooms and in the Harvard Botanical Museum Leaflets of April and November 1937 he argued against Safford's conclusions and urged that further work be done to identify the mushrooms. In 1938, Schultes and Reko went to Mexico and after hearing reports of Mazatec veladas near Huautla de Jimenéz northeast Oaxaca and collected specimens of Panaeolus sphinctrinus, which was reported to be the primary psychoactive mushroom used by the Mazatecs. They also collected Psilocybe cubensis, Psilocybe caerulescens, and possibly a few specimens of Psilocybe mexicana,5 all of which were deposited in the Harvard herbarium. While P. sphincrinus was identified as psychoactive, only two analysis have since detected indole alkaloids in the species, while hundreds of other analyses have not detected any activity whatsoever. The mushrooms which were examined were probably a mixed collection labeled as one species. 6
The investigations of Schultes and Reko came to an end during World War II, and little more was learned until the early 1950's when amateur mycologist R. Gordon Wasson, and his wife Valentina Povlovna, became interested in the traditional use of mushrooms in Mexico. In 1953 Wasson and a small group travelled to Huautla de Jimenéz where they observed an all night ceremony under the guidance of a shaman named Don Aurelio. Two subsequent trips to Mexico led to meeting the Mazatec curandera Maria Sabina who on June 29th 1955 provided Wasson and his companion photographer Allan Richardson with Psilocybe caerulescens during a Velada.
In 1956, Heim requested help from Sandoz in extracting the active ingredients of the mushrooms. Albert Hofmann, a research chemist at Sandoz, soon isolated psilocybin and psilocin and developed a synthesis technique. Wasson continued to travel to Oaxaca over the next few years, and with Roger Heim published a description of the Mazatec velada and seven varieties of psilocybian mushrooms in the May 13, 1957 issue of Life magazine. Popular information about the mushrooms soon spread. Experimentation with the mushrooms and the synthesized substances began and "magic mushrooms"7 were soon part of the 60's 'psychedelic' movement.
[Jul 22,2006 5:02am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
Psilocybin is juuust fine. I've tried several psychoactive drugs, including hash, LSD-25 and psilocybin. Hash usually doesn't do much - sends me into a half sleep with silly thoughts and spacey soundscape added to music... LSD doesn't do it to me either. It's probably OK if you are after low dose recreation - partying and such... High doses - too blunt, like a mental power tool. It cracks up open your head; Starring You and Your Brain for 12 hours. Every perception magnified thousandfold - it's.. it's a bit too intense. INTENSE! is the keyword. It doesn't accept any apologies or mistakes.. too harsh. I often felt like I had been immersed in some chemical, into a substance so pure and efficient it has no place in nature. Too pure. 12 hours of LSD-25 acid-bath makes you really tired... physically and mentally. But psilocybin, mm-mm, it's juuuuust fiiiine.
Voyage to the spiritworld... visions and travels, awesome mental hallucinations. It's a direct ISDN-link to the mother earth, forgiving, gentle substance. You hear the chanting of the planet and the spirit of the mushroom. It's a product of the nature, untied to the actions of men and women roaming this planet. Your body disconnected from the circuit, you may often forget it exists. Six hours - not too short, not too long. Perfect.
It should be noted that like all 'major' hallucinogens, psilocybin can precipitate psychotic episodes and uncover or aggravate previous mental illness. If you're stressed out or depressed, don't take mushrooms; if you have schizophrenia or something, DO NOT take mushrooms.
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.
-- Timothy Leary, Ph.D.
I think this applies to mushrooms as well. Mushrooms and acid will open your doors of perception, and once open you can never truly close them again. They are more than a purely recreational drug.
[Jul 22,2006 5:03am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
Rumors persist about tiny mescaline containing tablets. Some dealers will actually sell microdots as "mescaline" and it's not difficult to find people who will argue that the effects of these tablets are "definitely different than LSD". While many people know that it's just about impossible that a microdot or tiny pill would contain mescaline, it can be difficult to convince someone who just spent money to purchase the rare substance that they most likely bought LSD instead. In cases like this, references can be useful, and a picture is worth a thousand words.
A threshold dose of mescaline (the dose at which the smallest amount of recognizable effects can be felt) is somewhere around 100 mg. A normal active dose for most people falls in the 200-400 mg range.1
An average size MDMA tablet weighs around 250 mg, including all binders and fillers. In general, less than half of this weight is actually MDMA. Likewise there are pressed 2C-B tablets which weigh 45 mg and contain 5 mg of 2C-B, about 1/9 of their weight. A standard microdot weighs only 7.5 mg. Assuming that only 1/3 of this material is binders, that means a maximum of 5 mg of active material in the micro-tablet.
While there are a few psychoactives which are active in the 5 mg range, mescaline is definitely not one of them. It would be difficult to get a threshold dose of mescaline into a tablet even as large as an ecstasy tablet (similar in size to a standard advil or aspirin tablet). A full dose of mescaline (400 mg) barely fits into a fully packed large capsule with no fillers. At 5 mg of mescaline per microdot, it would take between 50 and 75 tablets to equal a single dose.
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[Jul 22,2006 5:04am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
hey go listen to george jones and tom waits then join me for some 5am whiskey shots
[Oct 20,2006 11:59pm - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
We are all wired into a survival trip now. No more of the speed that fueled that 60's. That was the fatal flaw in Tim Leary's trip. He crashed around America selling "consciousness expansion" without ever giving a thought to the grim meat-hook realities that were lying in wait for all the people who took him seriously... All those pathetically eager acid freaks who thought they could buy Peace and Understanding for three bucks a hit. But their loss and failure is ours too. What Leary took down with him was the central illusion of a whole life-style that he helped create... a generation of permanent cripples, failed seekers, who never understood the essential old-mystic fallacy of the Acid Culture: the desperate assumption that somebody... or at least some force - is tending the light at the end of the tunnel.
[Oct 26,2006 1:52pm - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
I'm gonna take a freight train down at the station, Lord
I don't care where it goes
Gonna climb a mountain, the highest mountain, Lord
And jump off, ain’t nobody gonna know
Can't you see, can't you see,
What that woman, Lord
She been doin' to me
Can't you see, oh, can't you see
What that woman, been doin' to me
I'm gonna find me a hole in the wall,
I’m gonna crawl inside and die
’Cause my lady now, a mean old woman, Lord
Never told me goodbye
Can't you see, oh, can't you see,
What that woman, lord, she been doin' to me
Can't you see, can't you see,
What that woman,lord, she been doin' to me
gonna buy me a ticket now, as far as I can,
I ain't never comin' back
I’m gonna take me that south-bound,
All the way to Georgia now,
‘Till the train it run out of track
Can't you see, oh, can't you see,
What that woman, lord, she been doin' to me
Can't you see, can't you see,
What that woman, she been doin' to me, oh lord
[Nov 5,2006 3:44pm - W3 nli ""]
Tiny bubbles
In the wine
Make me happy
Make me feel fine
The song ‘tiny bubbles’ is filled with infinite sadness because it speaks to the kind of tender innocent happiness very few of us can imagine. The kind of happiness that was lost long ago, and that belonged to another generation.
Avoidance of disappointment is the underlying issue. It’s like having the opportunity to meet the artist that created the most favoured piece of artwork on your walls, and making a point of avoiding that situation, because there is no upside – and the downside is that the artwork in your home will be forever ruined because this person proves to be no where near as inspirational as you may have hoped, which is precisely why I did not say hello to Buddy Guy when I saw him at his club last month.
My prejudice is pretty general, far too broad and sweeping for any racial limitations. It’s clear to me – and has been since the age of 10 or so – that most people are bastards, thieves, and yes – even pigfuckers. – HST
Economics does not determine history, but it does provide the backbeat. – The Economist
"It's like Cinderella at the ball," Buffett said. "At the start of the party, the punch is flowing and everything's going well, but you know that at midnight everything's going to turn back to pumpkins and mice. But you look around and say, 'one more dance,' and so does everyone else. Everyone thinks they'll get out at midnight. ... And then suddenly the clock strikes 12, and everything turns back to pumpkins and mice."
[Nov 5,2006 4:17pm - DestroyYouAlot ""]
This thread is making me want to smoke SO FUCKING BAD right now.
[Nov 5,2006 4:35pm - W3 nli ""]
come on over, but bring papers
[Nov 11,2006 6:04pm - HailTheLeaf ""]
This is what I think CBS, the producers of the Letterman show, the networks and governments fear the most - that one man free, expressing his own thoughts and point of view, might somehow inspire others to think for themselves and listen to that voice of reason inside them, and then perhaps, one by one we will awaken from this dream of lies and illusions that the world, the governments and their propaganda arm, the mainstream media, feeds us continuously over fifty-two channels, twenty-four hours a day.
What I realised was that they don't want the people to be awake. The elite ruling class wants us asleep so we'll remain a docile, apathetic herd of passive consumers and non-participants in the true agendas of our governments, which is to keep us separate and present an image of a world filled with unresolvable problems, that they, and only they, might somewhere, in the never-arriving future, may be able to solve. Just stay asleep, America. Keep watching television. Keep paying attention to the infinite witnesses of illusion we provide you over "Luciferís Dream Box".
The herd has been pacified by our charade of concern as we pose the two most idiotic questions imaginable - "Is television becoming too violent?" and "Is television becoming too promiscuous?" The answer, my friends, is this: television is too stupid. It treats us like morons. Case closed. - Hicks
[Nov 11,2006 6:12pm - CaptainCleanoff ""]
"non-participants in the true agendas of our governments"
You believe in this shit, but are you involved, or just still smoking weed and making yourself more retarded? You HTL, Are the embodement of non participation. Did you vote, Or "just get drunk and watch the daily show" when the dems "won". Fucking hippy moron. If you did vote, good for you, but I doubt it. Watch the next two years and see how the dems fuck up just as bad, if not worse than the republicans. I will be here in two years to tell you I told you so. Good times.
[Nov 11,2006 6:18pm - HailTheLeaf ""]
wow, totally missing the point of this thread, good for you.
[Apr 24,2008 2:17am - W3 nli ""]
My Stars
i love this song....
When I was a young girl sitting on my momma's knee
she told me to love freedom and to keep my dignity
out in the country down in Georgia.
In the tall grass and Queen Anne's lace I began to love America.
When I went to elementary school I learned to cuss,
learned to pray to a protestant God and in Him we trust.
I pledge allegiance to America...
in the concrete walls and wooden desks I learned the scriptures of America.
When I went to high school I learned how we hate
all the fears and shadows we use to segregate
the people of America.
We hold some lies to be self-evident in America.
When I was in Dallas I stood up all night long
thinking about ... murder
and what it takes to buy a soul in America....but it's still my America.
Down in Alabama where the crosses burn so bright,
way out in the desert where your eyes can't hold the light,
and from the mouths of fools who tell you money always makes right...
comes the darkness of America, our America.
From the glitter of Miami to the wild Alaskan shore,
and the greed of the wealthy and the faith of the poor
this is all our America.
And if they tell you we can't use her freedom anymore,
well they don't stand for our America
If they tell you miles of freedom is a cost we can't afford,
they shore up the government, and keep us hard at war
till one by one give up our rights till our borders seem secure,
and disagreement will be treason, we'll have no voice anymore.
They just don't understand America,
my America,
our America,
my America
[May 1,2008 4:44pm - W3 nli ""]
Albert Hofmann, the Father of LSD, Dies at 102
infect said:another dead hero