Yep, so there ya have it! The extent of my thoughts at this very moment.
Pretty exciting, huh?!
And hey, slacker, schmacker! To give you this wonderful content takes time and energy and, ok...I'm a slacker. Sorry!
July 2003 Archives
Yep, so there ya have it! The extent of my thoughts at this very moment.
How dare you say that my behavior is unacceptable
So condescending unnecessarily critical
I have the tendency of getting very physical
So watch your step cause if I do you'll need a miracle
You drain me dry and make me wonder why I'm even here
This Double Vision I was seeing is finally clear
You want to stay but you know very well I want you gone
Not fit to fuckin' tread the ground I'm walking on
When it gets cold outside and you got nobody to love
You'll understand what I mean when I say
There's no way we're gonna give up
And like a little girl cries in the face of a monster that lives in her dreams
Is there anyone out there cause it's getting harder and harder to breathe
Is there anyone out there cause it's getting harder and harder to breathe
What you are doing is screwing things up inside my head
You should know better you never listened to a word I said
Clutching your pillow and writhing in a naked sweat
Hoping somebody someday will do you like I did
When it gets cold outside and you got nobody to love
You'll understand what I mean when I say
There's no way we're gonna give up
And like a little girl cries in the face of a monster that lives in her dreams
Is there anyone out there cause it's getting harder and harder to breathe
Is there anyone out there cause it's getting harder and harder to breathe
Does it kill
Does it burn
Is it painful to learn
That it's me that has all the control
Does it thrill
Does it sting
When you feel what I bring
And you wish that you had me to hold
So condescending unnecessarily critical
I have the tendency of getting very physical
So watch your step cause if I do you'll need a miracle
You drain me dry and make me wonder why I'm even here
This Double Vision I was seeing is finally clear
You want to stay but you know very well I want you gone
Not fit to fuckin' tread the ground I'm walking on
When it gets cold outside and you got nobody to love
You'll understand what I mean when I say
There's no way we're gonna give up
And like a little girl cries in the face of a monster that lives in her dreams
Is there anyone out there cause it's getting harder and harder to breathe
Is there anyone out there cause it's getting harder and harder to breathe
What you are doing is screwing things up inside my head
You should know better you never listened to a word I said
Clutching your pillow and writhing in a naked sweat
Hoping somebody someday will do you like I did
When it gets cold outside and you got nobody to love
You'll understand what I mean when I say
There's no way we're gonna give up
And like a little girl cries in the face of a monster that lives in her dreams
Is there anyone out there cause it's getting harder and harder to breathe
Is there anyone out there cause it's getting harder and harder to breathe
Does it kill
Does it burn
Is it painful to learn
That it's me that has all the control
Does it thrill
Does it sting
When you feel what I bring
And you wish that you had me to hold
Listen:
I get a jazz and a half talking shit on this website of mine. It's a dominance, power-type thing. There's truth in here, but the reader never knows which bits are truth and which are lies. And greater beyond that: I know most anyone who comes here probably only comes once, just stumbles by - which means they don't know what this is. And greater beyond that: in life, with those who know me, I am hard-core honest. If a truth needs to be spoken, I will speak it. I'm a non-evading son of a bitch.
And as the great Lindsey Buckingham said, life goes in cycles. Okay, so somebody probably said that before Lindsey, but I'll give him the credit so he rocks ass. The point is: I'm entering a new phase and feels so fucking good. No jinx, hi or low. As both I and Thom Yorke have been known to say: Phew! For a minute there...
Have you seen the crazy hot Mya's new video. Wo!
This was day four into the latest overtime spree. Already I'm sick of it. But I must...not...think about it. It should come easy, right? I have to shove the brain's gearbox into neutral when I'm there anyway, right? Yeah! This won't be so bad!
I hate to mention this since I'm sure everyone in the rest of the entire world is doing so today - but if you needed any more evidence that our government should be brought down immediately, look at this or this. Sick fucks.
Kira, having just read her own story!
Thought I'd share with you a super pic of our new mom next to the book her name came from.
Not much else happening tonight, so I'll call it a night.
This is a night.
Ladies and Gentlemen, I'm proud to present...Mr. Lincoln plays the blues.
I'll be back at it, grinding at you hard and fast for the next two months. How can I possibly achieve this great feat of stamina, perserverance, and determination? No great secret - I have to!
!-->applause<--!
In other news:
1.) The laundry is nearly completed
2.) Yes, oh yes, the dishes, too
3.) Cat boxes scooped
4.) One closet cleaned, two to go
5.) My other site has moved to a new server, the kinks have been worked out, and the load time is improved. Hurrah! Not to mention, it's googling at #3 now, or it was a couple of days ago. Astounding!
6.) I'm quite terred. Very very terred.
hope yer not too dismayed by the new spee-lash screen. I like it, alot. So it stays, ok.
Terrific weekend all around. In a super money crunch situation here that should last for about two months, but what's new. I am NOT bothered. Ask me in a few weeks after I've been pulling mega-overtime hours, though, and I may tell ya differently.
The newest kitten is nine weeks and a day old now, and just starting to exhibit truly cat-like behavior. Unfortunately, one of those behaviors he has inherited from his momma is that he loves to sit here right in front of the computer screen, follow the cursor with his eyes for a few minutes, and then leap at the screen, bapping, trying to catch the cursor. He (and his mom) always leave little nose prints on the screen, which is both super-annoying and super-cute. I've taken to keeping a bottle of Glass Plus and a roll of paper towels right here so I clean the screen off every evening.
But anyway...
Getcher bouncy marcupial rump outta heah.
It's all one big abracadabra/hocus-pocus/walla-walla washingtonian groove-thang. You wouldn't hit a bat with glasses on...would you?
Have you ever caused the slats to fall out? Popped a waterbed mattress? No? Well S the F U, punk, and clear the rhyme path.
I'm onna pop back into the machinery of the day now, the machinery built of ms servers and ASP, to see if it has stopped malfunctioning. Betcha it ain't!
I got a lid's eye view and from here it looks a bit like bloody rivers with crazy currents pulsating and convulsing with the numb and quiet leftovers of a dismembered truth.
I depend extensively on routine. If I vary much from my routine, I pay for it with el pain extremo.
Tonight I varied. Oops. Now waves of weirdness begin to invade my pores. Neurons fire haphazardly. Thoughts go askew.
perhaps this is necessary, life feeds on life feeds on life feeds on this is necessary.
clean the carbon, hydrolize or sterilize and sanitize.
Right now it's 11:11. Everyday I happen to look at the clock at this time twice. It used to freak me out, now I just smile.
and nod yes to the time trolls.
We are building a religion
We are building it bigger
We are widening the corridors
And adding more lanes
We are building a religion
A limited edition
We are now accepting callers
for the pendant key chains
To resist it is useless
It is useless to resist it
His cigarette is burning
But he never seems to ash
He is grooming his poodle
He is living comfort eagle
You can meet at his location
But you better come with cash
Now his hat is on backwards
He can show you his tatoos
He is in the music buisiness
He is calling you "DUDE!"
Now today is tomorrow
And tomorrow today
And yesterday is weaving in and out
And the fluffy white lines
That the airplane leaves behind
Are drifting right in front
of the waning of the moon
He is handling the money
He's serving the food
He knows about your party
He is calling you "DUDE!"
Now do you believe
In the one big sign
The doublewide shine
On the bootheels of your prime
Doesn't matter if you're skinny
Doesn't matter if you're fat
You can dress up like a sultan
In your onion-head hat
We are building a religion
We are making a brand
We're the only ones to turn to
When your castles turn to sand
Take a bite of this apple
Mr. Corporate Events
Take a walk through the jungle
Of cardboard shanties and tents
Some people drink Pepsi
Some people drink Coke
The wacky morning DJ
Says domocracy's a joke
He says, "Now do you believe
In the one big song?"
He's now accepting callers
Who would like to sing along
She says, "Do you believe
In the one true edge,
By fastening your safety belts
And stepping towards the ledge?"
He is handling the money
He is serving the food
He is now accepting callers
He is calling me "DUDE!"
Now do you believe
In the one big sign
The doublewide shine
On the bootheels of your prime
There's no need to ask directions
If you ever lose your mind
We're behind you
We're behind you
And let us please remind you
We can send a car to find you
If you ever lose your way
We are building a religion...
We are building it bigger...
We are building...a religion
A limited...edition
We are now accepting callers...
For these beautiful...
Pendant keychains
My heroes Nelson and Bonham and Aronoff - Thanks to each and every one of you for helping me to find my own rhythm.
More than the others, though, Sandy you mean the most.
Well, if you read my post from a couple of hours ago you'd know that I was having a bit of trouble hand-crafting my Mr. Simple brand Flash music player. Well now, if you notice to your left, I succeeded...finally! Enjoy!
You better enjoy, you ungrateful pigs...errr, I mean, my lovely guests.
I'm grrrred at myself right now cause I can't do what I'm trying to do.
Just trying to set up a simple little flash music player so I can share with you a "Song of the Week" or something like that.
The damn file plays perfectly in MX, but off the web it's buggy as hell. AS HELL, I tell you. It wants to automatically play the damn song without any input from the user, and that just ain't right! Yer sposed to hit "play" before it plays goddamn it!
I've set it up right. I know it. It's the internet that's broken.
I'll try again later tonight. It's some blaringly obvious mistake I've made that I just can't see at this moment. Need some fresh eyes.
If you pull my card you pull the ace, muthaferker!
You see, there ain't no rhyme but there be all kinda reason.
"Everything happens for a reason."
ya don't say, einstein?
or do you believe in god?
it's a quiet satisfaction, a calm supremacy
sometimes it moves fast, sometimes an inch a year. perhaps i'm happier when it goes faster, but the important thing is to keep moving.
keep moving
(note: for all you foot fetish folks searching on yahoo and google, this isn't what you are looking for.)
In my socked feet I pad around softly and quietly.
I wear my t-shirt, my boxers, and my socks and just do my thing.
When I come home and I'm home to stay, the first thing I do is take off my pants! I take off my pants and my shirt and replace them with far more comfortable things. But I leave my socks on, 'cause socks are the buffer and pillow that makes it all perfect.
I might work, I might type, I might lay down for awhile. But I'll do it all in style.
If you should come over, I wouldn't answer the door. If you called I wouldn't answer the phone. You would knock and knock, the phone would ring and ring - I would remain undisturbed. Who are you to invade my world? I'm at home now, I don't have to do anything I don't want to do. This is my time to clean myself of the grime I encountered all day, the last thing I'm gonna do is get your grime on me and have to start the process over again.
Call me at work. I'm grimy as hell then. A little more won't hurt.
But when I'm in my socked feet you should just go away, okay? It'll be easier for both of us.
some days are diamonds
some days are rocks
some doors are open
some roads are blocked
some days are rocks
some doors are open
some roads are blocked
sundowns are golden
then fade away
but if I never do nothing
I'll get you back some day
there is a reward
it comes in never experiencing doubt
it comes in never experiencing guilt
it shows in my smirk
listen - can you hear my inner giggles?
and some things are over
some things go on
and part of me you carry
part of me is gone
