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[Mar. 8th, 2007|01:25 pm] |
"Liberals and Godless tax raisers are tryin to make me look bad by using such things as "Facts" and "Scientific Data"
CUT!
What?
Mr. President you can't say they're using facts. Facts are real, they're not disputed.
How do you know that?"
CLICK HERE TO WATCH ->
http://www.virb.com/lauralynn73/videos/1135 |
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| (no subject) |
[Feb. 2nd, 2007|05:58 pm] |
you can't be my friend if you play in the dirt, and its your own damn fault if you end up getting hurt.
i'm two times stronger on only half of the power, so clean up your act and take a bath or a shower. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jun. 11th, 2006|04:15 pm] |
friends only. comment to be added. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jun. 10th, 2006|02:48 am] |
"maybe ive been playing the part of a falling stone who tries to catch the wind"
-cLOUDDEAD |
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| (no subject) |
[Jun. 6th, 2006|01:16 am] |
You said you'd be my dream
I could have you every night
And if by morning I'd forgotten you
Well, no big deal, that'd be all right
'Cause you're the re-occuring kind
You are the re-occuring kind
You never really leave my mind
bright eyes |
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| (no subject) |
[Jun. 3rd, 2006|04:27 pm] |
"You don't want me to see you leave. Your exit is well concealed, even from me.
I can't sleep. I'm writing you those letters that I promised. Every single one is named but addressless." |
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| (no subject) |
[May. 30th, 2006|04:09 pm] |
| [ | musique |
| | adam gnade ; dance to war | ] |
things i want to do before i die:
-take a roadtrip across the united states in a car with no air conditioning in the summer time
-see adam gnade live
-meet nick torres of northstar
-have a conversation with adam 'doseone' drucker about his music
-make a new variation of creme brulee
-take a nap on the grass in a crowded public park
-help a family in mexico have a better life
-aquire a southern accent
-learn to play the mandolin
more. im tired of writing this.
"yes darling, i will live up to my potential" |
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| (no subject) |
[May. 25th, 2006|12:39 am] |
| [ | musique |
| | deep puddle dynamics ; the scarecrow speaks | ] |
so heres the deal. i have some lyrics here, by 'deep puddle dynamics'. theyre an anticon group that consists of alias, doseone, sole and slug [of atmosphere]. these are some pretty amazing words to live by. so if you would please take the time and read them, thanks.
sole:
okay everyone, put away your boyish desires, your bouyant sighs,
your rolling eyes, your lust for rolling rock.
your lust for getting rocks off with other's follies,
all your desires for couch and tv, pick up a book, pick up a shovel.
put down the gun, throw the fist.
throw intelligent words in this game of conversation.
try a new arrangement, dollars and sensibility,
intelligence and ability, eloquence and nobility, delicatessens.
treat your girl like you treat your tv.
how you should use your headphones as positive role models.
try staying home, stop trying to prove, stop trying to be,
stop trying to do, just be, prove, do, and exist.
go to college, respect your mother, look out for your little sister,
respect no one except yourself.
treat all others how you expect in return,
exercise intellect, if you lack it, pretend.
call few people enemies and call fewer people friends.
don’t do it for the wealth, do it all for the love.
love everything you do, and do nothing half-heartedly.
be what you speak, man, never speak on what you be.
even if you’re lost, front like you got a plan.
it ain't that hard, but stand if you’re ready to be a man.
dose one:
i come to you with one heart broken in two,
lashed hands, and many flaw, a man.
in return i ask only an ego that's unbiased listen,
to what i speak of, offers freedom from mind,
freedom from a focused impulse, free.
and not at all the spangled, yankee-doodle,
union, musket, and compass sense of liberty
which our forefathers in holy-wood have fed and sold us for scores.
i’m eluding, and rightfully so, to salvage clear-headedness
of composed fated state of human being no grand inquisitor myself.
i pour forth a pensive, frown upon and frustrated, humble, however furious.
this reason for being here, this well you’ve found is phenomenal alone.
in the immortal words of oliver wendell holmes,
"a mind that is stretched to a new idea never returns to its original dimension."
simplistically, topsoil is no seashell full of bitter ocean body, but it can be.
changing for and from, triumph to mystery, every somehow has a place,
where you dare not set foot and can’t see a thing.
so weave those silver threads into soul-leveled bonds,
and be unbounded no longer,
manipulative, let it go. go, let the wandering take it all in.
generate, make you yours, my masters, my pupils, my equals,
drop, decorate, i implore you, just think.
alias:
let me address you with two conflicting topics at this moment,
two paths, i’ve roamed it. intention to hit home with this discussion.
and make you pawn to strengthen your words,
not talking racial connotation, but loosely tied with bees and birds.
also loosely tied with opposites, the depths of negativity in your soul.
let it take control and you can see deeper into the hole,
of self-destruction, it's obstruction of the opposite feeling.
my fellow men and women, it's love and hate with which we are dealing.
i’ve experienced both words, let’s ponder my theory and thought,
on these two and the correlation that each other has brought.
i’ve sought the answer and i’ve found hate is stronger than love,
i love to hate you, i hate to love you. hate always ends up above.
it’s much easier to say you hate than to say you love a person,
but easier to say you love material or love currency when it’s dispersin'.
i’ve realized long ago that neither word is a delicate topic so
hence the circle on my finger, i.d.o., on that day was my flow.
and although i see many problems in my fellow man,
hatred of others is absolutely not my master plan.
my other spiritual half has taught me much about my true feelings.
i was slipping into mental remission but was brought into the healing process.
i consider myself blessed when i think,
floating up above the majority makes others look like they stink.
hating, you give up nothing, love, you give it up all,
so i smirk at all of ya'll while you await my downfall.
slug:
condescending,
the lake dove into when you finally acknowledge that i’m not pretending.
follow the language, the direction, the dialect,
the cadence, the enunciation, emphasis, pretentiousness.
assumptions, makin an ass of you,
point a in the air you share with me,
point b, now draw a straight line connecting us.
wait, wait man, who’s not paying attention?
see, class here’s the problem,
ya'll all need to stop resting and collectin' dust.
my stance resembles anger but no your perception’s crooked,
now be some good little bastards, turn your textbooks to page seven.
where it reads that god got drunk, drove heaven into a tree,
now there’s no reasons left for you to continue to breathe.
haha, just joking, only trying to see who’s listenin'.
now heads up, time to test the potential of your faults.
and the results will stay confidential,
for as long as you face the front of your self-esteem,
lose focus, get broken at the seams.
let’s open up the discussion for comments to complement
your circumcised mind state while i write on your anxieties.
trying to speak to the class and justify the act
of pointing my finger at your head and asking you "what the fuck is that?!"
thank you, thank you. |
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| (no subject) |
[May. 21st, 2006|12:15 pm] |
"you know my build
you know my size
the degree to which my eyes are astigmatic"
theres a point in time where you know that everything is right where its supposed to be
but that point isnt here yet. im still waiting. |
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| (no subject) |
[May. 17th, 2006|11:15 pm] |
| [ | musique |
| | doseone/boom bip ; gin | ] |
"you spoiled little brat. i'll wake you up if it takes every ounce of...
stop crying."
he's crying, poor thing. |
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| (no subject) |
[May. 17th, 2006|09:09 pm] |
| [ | musique |
| | why? ; waterfalls | ] |
the erosions cries cause
make whiskers prematurly sprout in men
and in women,
homogenize complexion,
until the whole face is washed
with a slight mascara tint.
your face never forgets a cry
like trace remnants of acid in your spine. |
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| (no subject) |
[May. 15th, 2006|10:21 pm] |
| [ | musique |
| | belle and sebastian ; i'm a cuckoo | ] |
Id like to see you
But really I should stay away
And let you settle down
I’ve got no claims to your crown
I was the boss of you
And I loved you
You know I loved you
It’s all over now
I was there for you
When you were lonely
I was there when you were bad
I was there when you were sad
Now it’s my time of need
Im thinking, do I have to plead to get you by my side? |
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| (no subject) |
[May. 13th, 2006|03:53 pm] |
dont make me not care about you
cause then i'll laugh at you
and youll get your feelings hurt |
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| (no subject) |
[May. 8th, 2006|10:08 pm] |
| [ | musique |
| | man like me ; oh my gosh | ] |
"maitre, maitre, watch your step. no one can go on being a rebel too long without becoming an autocrat."
-lawrence durrell, balthazar
from tank magazine
"the house is silent - clocks tick - cars drive by - birds chirp - the refrigerator whirs - the heat revs to life - the house settles and creaks. the chair settles under my weight - sounds of creaking and adjusting metal - the rustle of fabrick on leather. i had forgotten what it was like to be alone."
-exerpt from the chair by samantha cleaver |
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| (no subject) |
[May. 2nd, 2006|05:31 pm] |
"never would i have guessed that this would make me think so much about every little thing i encounter or witness.
so much to be reminded of, and so little time to just sit and ponder." |
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| (no subject) |
[Apr. 30th, 2006|04:25 pm] |
"I counted all the lights
They don't shine as bright
They don't pierce the night like you do
Like you do, like you do"
ohhh. damnit. i dont know what to do. |
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| (no subject) |
[Apr. 29th, 2006|02:25 pm] |
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"have you looked in the mirror lately? cause youve changed, yeah. youve changed." |
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| (no subject) |
[Apr. 7th, 2006|09:39 am] |
im going to have lily change the bottom of my hair tonight i think. i dont think i like it. im going to make it peicey-er. a bit more like that girl from toni&guy at mayfair mall.
i should just go to mayfair mall tomorrow with chelsea and ask cool-tony&guy girl to do it. i mean, we are going that direction anyways. i think, at least.
i listened to the rooney cd 9 times last night. im sick of it but i dont have anything else to listen to really. i mean i do, but i dont know. i need new music. preferably jose gonzalez, audibles new EP [which is in the mail, by the by], and every time i die's 'hot damn!'
maybe thats what ill get with the money from jenny. either that or ill just save that for turntables and a horse in germany. |
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