| This Shit's Broke |
[Mar. 18th, 2009|05:59 pm] |
My phone service got shut off at around midnight last night... Probably right in the middle of drunk dialing people, so probably for the best. I'm pretty goddamn broke right now though, and won't be able to pay it for a few days. Unless my dream of random money finally comes true this weekend. That would just be straight up amazing, and i would probably buy a computer and pay my bills. Since this computer that i am typing on right now is a computer i "borrowed" at a party a few months back and the owner has been wanting it back pretty badly for the past few months. It's all i have for now though.
I'm just going to sit around and do nothing all night tonight since i can't make calls or send texts. Got nothin to do, so i'ma keep it real in my crib tonight. Cause you know I'm down for whatever.
Get Money
Get Paid |
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| Virus |
[Mar. 15th, 2009|01:37 pm] |
I wanna devise a virus
To bring dire straits to your environment
Crush your corporations with a mild touch
Trash your whole computer system and revert you to papyrus
I want to make a super virus
Strong enough to cause blackouts in every single metropolis
Cuz they dont wanna unify us
So fuck it total anarchy
Can't nobody stop us
You see late in the evening
Fucked up on my computer and my mind starts roaming
I create like a heathen
The first cycles of this virus I can send through a modem
Infiltration hits your station
No microsoft or enhanced dos will impede
Society thinks thier safe when
Bingo! harddrive crashes from the rendering
Alot of hackers tryed virus's before
Vaporize your text like so much white out
I want it where a file replication is a chore
Lights out shut down the entire whitehouse
I dont want just a bug that could be corrected
Im erecting immaculate design
Break the nation down section by section
Even to the greatest minds its impossible to find
I wanna devise a virus
to bring dire straits to your environment
crush your corporations with a mild touch
trash your whole computer system and revert you to papyrus
I want to develop a super virus
Better by far then that old y 2 k
This 3030 the time of global unification break right through they
terminals, burn em all
Slaves to silicon
Curupt politicians with leaders and thier keywords
F.B.I and spys stealin bombs
Decipitate thier plans in thier face and catch the fever
Everybody loot the stores get your caned goods
Even space stations are having a hard time
Beast keeepers seek to take our manhood
Which results in the form of global aparthied
Ghettos are trash dumps with gas pumps
Exploding and burnt out since before the great union
The last punks walk around like masked monks
Ready to manipulate the data base and break through em
Human rights come in a hudreth place
Mass production has always been number one
New Earth has become a repungnent place
So its time to spread the fear and the thunder some
I wanna devise a virus
to bring dire straits to your environment
crush your corporations with a mild touch
trash your whole computer system and revert you to papyrus |
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| Thanks M. Lavinashree |
[Mar. 12th, 2009|10:45 pm] |
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...For making me feel EXTREMELY lazy. The 9 year old Indian girl who just got certified as an MCSE.... What I have been working on for 5 years. |
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| Silent Scream |
[Mar. 2nd, 2009|10:56 pm] |
I'm back to listening to my old crust punk albums, so here are some lyrics from my youth... my favorite band when i was 12, TSOL.
I'm the cobwebbed stairs, the ancient bones
I'm the shadow rippling cobblestones,
I'm the stagnant swamp, the black lagoon
I'm the branches scratching at the moon
I'm the funeral service, the unknown mourner
I'm the demon cowering in the corner
I'm the sexton's spade, the new thrown clay
I'm what's left when they walk away
I'm the ebony coffin, satin lining
Pale thin lips in the back room dying
Pale thin lips in the back room dying
I'm the walking dead, the fly by night
I'm the last of the fading light
In the unbarred door, the open encasement
I'm the stairs leading down to the basement
The four post bed, the let down hair
I'm the cross that you forgot to wear
I'm the highest voltage, the shining slab
The crack of midnight in the doctor's lab
I'm the night before, the morning after
Echoing of the baron's laughter
Echoing of the baron's laughter
I'm Jonathan Harker, I'm Lucy's trance
Elegant count's hypnotic glance
I'm the wooden mallet, the sharpened stake
I'm the precautions you forgot to take
I'm the mummy's curse, the passing bell
I'm the fortune they wouldn't tell
I'm pyromania, Transylvania
I'm out of breath, I'm worse than death
I'm the late night air, exhilarating
I'm with you in the darkness, waiting
I'm with you in the darkness, waiting |
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| I Am The Wooden Doors |
[Jan. 26th, 2009|01:13 am] |
When all is withered and torn
And all has perished and fallen
These great wooden doors shall remain closed. . .
When the heart is a grave filled with blood
And the soul is a cold and haunted shell of lost hope
When the voice of pride has been silenced
And dignity's fires are but cinders
. . .their grandeur shall remain untainted
It is this grandeur that protects the spirit within
From the plight of this broken world, from the wounds in her song
I wish to die with my will and spirit intact
The will that inspired me to write these words
Seek not the fallen to unlock these wooden doors |
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| Hear me, Sons of Northern Darkness!! |
[Oct. 12th, 2008|11:56 pm] |
Last night I stayed up til 4 in the morning going through the inbox of an old email account. I deleted all kinds of stuff (6800 messages) and changed the password, cause I'm pretty sure it got phished at some point, even though i haven't used it in over 2 years. Anyways, I got to the end of the spam and started reading old emails from all kinds of people and realized that my life right now is boring as fuck. All the old emails reminded me that I used to do fun shit, like go to shows every other night. I have only been to 2 shows this entire year, and i have missed MANY of my favorite bands this year.
I want back into the world of music. I want metal back. I want to manage bands and set up interviews and talk to publicists again. I want to book shows and promote again. Fuck, if i have to bring my 2 man goregrind band Friar Lawrence back to get back in the game, i will fucking do it (Winterfrost Blasphemy!!!).
I'll be 23 in a couple weeks and i am sick of being this age working in shitty retail jobs and not having time do anything else. Tomorrow I look for a new job and send out emails to get back to the old life of metal. For now, i am going to sleep. |
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| Alright, You win! |
[Sep. 20th, 2008|10:31 pm] |
I bought a notebook for the islamic journal entries. I figure since i sell office supplies for a living right now, I might as well just buy some paper and write on it.
Fuck me i forgot to finish the student loan process and got dropped from all my classes! Hopefully i can figure out what to do tomorrow so i can get that fixed. Fucking hopefully. |
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| Down with the Clarion Fund, down with McCain |
[Sep. 17th, 2008|05:44 pm] |
So this past Sunday a shady group of republicans called the Clarion Fund sent out 28 million copies of a propaganda dvd through 70 different newspapers in swing states across the country. It was totally anti-Islamic propaganda that basically said, "Vote for McCain or you will be killed by radical Islam!" They didn't straight out say this, and they didn't straight out say that they were republicans. Do a little, and I mean very little, research and you will find out that it was a group of rich old republicans that funded the making and distributing of the film.
The film is called Obsession: Radical Islams War on the West. It's a totally one sided (besides one line of small text at the beginning of the film) documentary about radical Islam. Before I go any further, radical Islam is a terrible thing, but these people are confused. Islam is a peaceful religion, and these people have totally twisted the word Jihad into a self struggle for God and turned it into a war against the western world. This film is a scare tactic though, claiming that 80% of Muslims are violent people. Muslims make up 1.6 billion people (or 22%) of the world. Radical Islam isn't about the peaceful religion anymore, it's about politics and they are not following the words of Muhammad. Here is a fact though, more people have over time have been killed by white supremacist Christians than Muslims. It's something you will almost never hear about though, the Christians being a violent religion, because our government has become filled with so much Christianity. Even though the government of 200 years ago once said that religion should never mix with government. This film, Obsession, is completely one-sided though and sent to 28 million households to scare Americans into believing that all Muslims are violent and are all out for blood.
It's election season, and this was obviously sent out to try and get Americans afraid of the world's Muslim population so we will once again elect a republican into office so the war can continue. Most Americans won't watch this dvd and think about the other side of Islam, the real side of Islam. It's a scary thing, and if you don't believe me, watch the dvd that probably showed up on your doorstep this weekend, but don't forget that it's all horseshit being fed to you by rich republicans that are against anyone who isn't a Jew or a Christian. Look it up. |
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| Ramadan. |
[Sep. 10th, 2008|11:22 pm] |
I don't like to write things down on real paper and i need some sort of journal. So this blog is coming back.
Don't count on anything like you've ever read from me though. This will be 3 times a week for the next 3 months, and about 90% of it will be about Islam. Unless i ever start writing it down on paper instead.
It's 10 days into Ramadan now, and I have already lost 9 lbs. Fasting is nuts. 20 more days until Shawwal, and then six more days of fasting for as-Sitta al-Bayd. After that I may never fast again, unless i observe Ramadan next year too. |
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| When nothing is left, there is nothing left to say. |
[Sep. 5th, 2008|12:35 am] |
I don't have to tell you things are bad.
Everybody knows things are bad.
The dollar buys a nickels worth.
Banks are going bust.
Shopkeepers keep a gun under the counter.
Punks are running wild in the street, and there's no one anywhere that seems to know what to do.
There's no end to it.
We know the air is unfit to breath, and our food is unfit to eat.
We sit watching out TVs while some local newscaster tells us today we had 15 homicides and 63 violent crimes, as if that's the way its supposed to be.
We know things are bad, worse than bad, they're crazy!
It's like everything everything is going crazy so we don't go out anymore.
We sit in our house and slowly the world we're living is getting smaller.
And all we are saying is, "please, please leave us alone in our living rooms.
Let me have my toaster, my tv and my steel belted radius, and i won't say anything.
Just leave us alone."
Well I won't leave you alone.
I want you to get mad.
( Read more... ) |
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| Drinking = Writing |
[Jun. 30th, 2008|02:47 pm] |
So i finished my first draft of my essay last night at about midnight after taking some shots. I figured the shots would help. They did. I wrote an essay comparing and contrasting Mortal Kombat and Donkey Kong. I haven't read it yet, but other people read it today in peer reviews, and everyone said i should keep it the way it is.
Then my teacher came up to me during peer reviews and had this conversation with me:
Teacher: Do you ever take yourself seriously?
Me: Uhhh, you know, when i have to.
Teacher: Well, this is good.
This. Is. Fucking. Hilarious!
I want you to make this ridiculous, and add some jokes and some one-liners in here.
Except you are going to have to use a little less personality in your Research and Argumentative essays. But you know, try to put some in, cause i like reading it.
Me: I'll do what i can.
Hmm and soon I'll start writing A Fistful of Passion! |
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