i may not deserve you, gangsta boo
but i'll damn sure take you
to the moon in the back
over the counter.
with skin so scarlet,
from your vacation in the rack
because
I know what i want
and i'm not afraid to draw it
i'll sing you to swoon
in the comfort of my motel room
humming "tenderoni" all the while
cuz
you could chip a tooth,
you could break my jaw
but you couldn't crack this smile
with circular saw.
8 days.
but i'll damn sure take you
to the moon in the back
over the counter.
with skin so scarlet,
from your vacation in the rack
because
I know what i want
and i'm not afraid to draw it
i'll sing you to swoon
in the comfort of my motel room
humming "tenderoni" all the while
cuz
you could chip a tooth,
you could break my jaw
but you couldn't crack this smile
with circular saw.
8 days.
Letter to the Editor
Animal-rights activists outraged
Issue date: 8/30/07 Section: Opinions
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To the Editor:
In response to the column "Bad Newz: Vick is screwed" [Aug. 1], I would like to compliment J. Owen Shipley on a moving and impassioned opinion piece on the Vick dog fighting situation. Shipley speaks to the feelings of most Americans when they hear about the horrific abuses these dogs suffered. Following pressure from groups like PETA and other concerned citizens, companies like Nike and Reebok have dropped Vick from their sponsorship, and the NFL is taking steps remove him from the spotlight. This is just the beginning for Vick though, and the deeper the public looks into this case, the more people are calling for him to be immediately suspended without pay. As Shipley mentions, humane officers and other law enforcement officials routinely break up illegal dog fighting rings and confiscate dog fighting paraphernalia, including "rape racks," treadmills used to build the dogs' endurance and drugs used to "jazz up" the dogs.
However, according to the Vick indictment, even if the losing dogs were fortunate enough to survive the fight, they were "sometimes put to death by drowning, strangulation, hanging, gun shot, electrocution, or some other method." There's no doubt that people love sports, but they love dogs more, and when they hear about these animals being killed in such violent and cruel ways, they want justice for the victims. Thankfully though, we can all take steps to reduce animal suffering. For more information, visit peta2.com to sign the petition against dogfighting, and learn how we can all make compassionate choices for animals.
Ryan Huling
College Campaign Coordinator, Peta2.com
Animal-rights activists outraged
Issue date: 8/30/07 Section: Opinions
DoubleClick Any Word
Page 1 of 1
To the Editor:
In response to the column "Bad Newz: Vick is screwed" [Aug. 1], I would like to compliment J. Owen Shipley on a moving and impassioned opinion piece on the Vick dog fighting situation. Shipley speaks to the feelings of most Americans when they hear about the horrific abuses these dogs suffered. Following pressure from groups like PETA and other concerned citizens, companies like Nike and Reebok have dropped Vick from their sponsorship, and the NFL is taking steps remove him from the spotlight. This is just the beginning for Vick though, and the deeper the public looks into this case, the more people are calling for him to be immediately suspended without pay. As Shipley mentions, humane officers and other law enforcement officials routinely break up illegal dog fighting rings and confiscate dog fighting paraphernalia, including "rape racks," treadmills used to build the dogs' endurance and drugs used to "jazz up" the dogs.
However, according to the Vick indictment, even if the losing dogs were fortunate enough to survive the fight, they were "sometimes put to death by drowning, strangulation, hanging, gun shot, electrocution, or some other method." There's no doubt that people love sports, but they love dogs more, and when they hear about these animals being killed in such violent and cruel ways, they want justice for the victims. Thankfully though, we can all take steps to reduce animal suffering. For more information, visit peta2.com to sign the petition against dogfighting, and learn how we can all make compassionate choices for animals.
Ryan Huling
College Campaign Coordinator, Peta2.com
Look Who is back bitches!!!
Ok, i've got a column due in about twelve hours ago so i'll make this quick. Its been so god damn long I don't even want to look through these pictures and blogs but I know i will. If you want to remember the old pictures better look fast cuz i'm a totally diff guy these days and i don't think pictures of me and a bunch of girls really represent who i am any more. Also, most of the SB sets are going down as well... sorry to the one person who cares..
Ok, i've got a column due in about twelve hours ago so i'll make this quick. Its been so god damn long I don't even want to look through these pictures and blogs but I know i will. If you want to remember the old pictures better look fast cuz i'm a totally diff guy these days and i don't think pictures of me and a bunch of girls really represent who i am any more. Also, most of the SB sets are going down as well... sorry to the one person who cares..
Half as High
Yellow lamps shine
On broken streets
The concretes cracked
Like the heart in my feet
Broken Phone, Blood shot eyes
A snap shot of the city life
And The hills only rise
half as high
As they fall, as they fall
And the smog clouds
The sky line
As the engine stalls, the engine stalls
This city finally got the best of me
Everything incomplete
The hard ass girls and the guys in skirts
Detour signs wherever you turn
Theres not a drug in the world
That can replace my self worth
And the pills only take you
half as high
As you fall, Oh as you fall
when you steal every meal
from the grocery store, the grocery store.
Construction cones
Cocaine nose
Whos in charge
No one knows
There has to be an answer
There has to be a sign
Life has to be greater
Than cancer and movie times
concession lines
did you pay your fine?
DID YOU PAY ON TIME!?
Yellow lamps shine
On broken streets
The concretes cracked
Like the heart in my feet
Broken Phone, Blood shot eyes
A snap shot of the city life
And The hills only rise
half as high
As they fall, as they fall
And the smog clouds
The sky line
As the engine stalls, the engine stalls
This city finally got the best of me
Everything incomplete
The hard ass girls and the guys in skirts
Detour signs wherever you turn
Theres not a drug in the world
That can replace my self worth
And the pills only take you
half as high
As you fall, Oh as you fall
when you steal every meal
from the grocery store, the grocery store.
Construction cones
Cocaine nose
Whos in charge
No one knows
There has to be an answer
There has to be a sign
Life has to be greater
Than cancer and movie times
concession lines
did you pay your fine?
DID YOU PAY ON TIME!?
Mosquitoes, Blood, Rain.
Lately, I have noticed an overwhelming temptation, from somewhere deep within myself, to type something. But whenever I sit and stare at a blank screen all I can think to do is type one phrase like Hot and Cold, select, copy and hit paste about ten thousand times.
This may be somewhat indicative of my mood as of late.
The push and pull I feel on me from all sides is overwhelming but for once in my life it doesn’t stress me as it should because at least this time I know that I’ve done everything I can to be a good person and that the trouble itself appeared to be unavoidable.
Two nights ago at work, a coworker of mine, Tammy, tried to kick out an unruly drunk. It was already too late however and by the time he finally left he wound up getting jumped by one of the people he insulted. His two Neanderthal-like friends jumped in and proceeded to kick the mans face into the pavement until his jaw was shattered and he no longer knew where he was or what had happened. These were the same two friends with whom he had shared a booth, and the same two who had apologized several times for his behavior. The jumper himself was incapacitated and bleeding by the time his friend noticed the trouble. Once he arrived it was too late to save him, but in his attempt to avenge his honor, I suppose, he himself got pounded. It took seven cop cars, an ambulance, ad a fire truck to handle the situation. When it was all over there was nothing to show but a pool of blood slowly staining the concrete, a dirty restaurant, and a half eaten, syrup covered, dark waffle. As we struggled to clean up the tables we had left when took off running to do whatever we could to help, Tammy told me she felt responsible. And all I could tell her was, sweet heart, they were gonna fight no matter what you did. At least you got them to do it outside. Look on the bright side I said, at least we can just wait for the rain to wash the blood away instead of being elbow deep in it with a scrub brush.
That’s pretty much how I feel about my life right now. The self indulgent side of me wants to complain and say this is what I get for being nice but in all honesty the trouble was coming no matter how I prepared at least this way I’m not elbow deep in blood.
So as the mosquitoes crawl all over my arms and head, as the sun rises slowly over my jungle like back yard, and as my girlfriend sits in bed wondering when I will join her and if I am ok, I can honestly say that I’m content to simply smoke another cigarette and wait for the rain
Lately, I have noticed an overwhelming temptation, from somewhere deep within myself, to type something. But whenever I sit and stare at a blank screen all I can think to do is type one phrase like Hot and Cold, select, copy and hit paste about ten thousand times.
This may be somewhat indicative of my mood as of late.
The push and pull I feel on me from all sides is overwhelming but for once in my life it doesn’t stress me as it should because at least this time I know that I’ve done everything I can to be a good person and that the trouble itself appeared to be unavoidable.
Two nights ago at work, a coworker of mine, Tammy, tried to kick out an unruly drunk. It was already too late however and by the time he finally left he wound up getting jumped by one of the people he insulted. His two Neanderthal-like friends jumped in and proceeded to kick the mans face into the pavement until his jaw was shattered and he no longer knew where he was or what had happened. These were the same two friends with whom he had shared a booth, and the same two who had apologized several times for his behavior. The jumper himself was incapacitated and bleeding by the time his friend noticed the trouble. Once he arrived it was too late to save him, but in his attempt to avenge his honor, I suppose, he himself got pounded. It took seven cop cars, an ambulance, ad a fire truck to handle the situation. When it was all over there was nothing to show but a pool of blood slowly staining the concrete, a dirty restaurant, and a half eaten, syrup covered, dark waffle. As we struggled to clean up the tables we had left when took off running to do whatever we could to help, Tammy told me she felt responsible. And all I could tell her was, sweet heart, they were gonna fight no matter what you did. At least you got them to do it outside. Look on the bright side I said, at least we can just wait for the rain to wash the blood away instead of being elbow deep in it with a scrub brush.
That’s pretty much how I feel about my life right now. The self indulgent side of me wants to complain and say this is what I get for being nice but in all honesty the trouble was coming no matter how I prepared at least this way I’m not elbow deep in blood.
So as the mosquitoes crawl all over my arms and head, as the sun rises slowly over my jungle like back yard, and as my girlfriend sits in bed wondering when I will join her and if I am ok, I can honestly say that I’m content to simply smoke another cigarette and wait for the rain
