We are carnivores.
Our eyes fuck each other from across the room.
Our eyes fuck each other from across the room.
Douchebags I met tonight...local music scene and why it fails me.
FUCK YOU #1:
Scene dicks that talk shit on bands. You spread lies and rumors about my band. I dont even know you and you dont know me. If you paid attention and checked your facts(which are easily verifiable) you would see the truth. But instead, you relish in lies and live a life...
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yuffie:
Oh, man. Let it out.
yuffie:
Buy me a shot? 
I remember hearing a rockstar once say that his alcoholism comes in handy onstage for his nerves. Alcoholism is a negative, we can all agree that it destroys lives. But to twist something around and say it's a performance enhancer, all of a sudden this makes it somewhat justifiable. The same thing with steroids. Steroids don't kill as many Americans yearly(maybe 3, as the movie,...
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mamabunny:
something that inspires me:
Virginia Woolf
GREEN
THE POINTED FINGERS of glass hang downwards. The light slides down the glass, and drops a pool of green. All day long the ten fingers of the lustre drop green upon the marble. The feathers of parakeets their harsh cries sharp blades of palm trees green, too; green needles glittering in the sun. But the hard glass drips on to the marble; the pools hover above the desert sand; the camels lurch through them; the pools settle on the marble; rushes edge them; weeds clog them; here and there a white blossom; the frog flops over; at night the stars are set there unbroken. Evening comes, and the shadow sweeps the green over the mantlepiece; the ruffled surface of ocean. No ships come; the aimless waves sway beneath the empty sky. It's night; the needles drip blots of blue. The green's out.
BLUE
The snub-nosed monster rises to the surface and spouts through his blunt nostrils two columns of water, which, fiery-white in the centre, spray off into a fringe of blue beads. Strokes of blue line the black tarpaulin of his hide. Slushing the water through mouth and nostrils he sings, heavy with water, and the blue closes over him dowsing the polished pebbles of his eyes. Thrown upon the beach he lies, blunt, obtuse, shedding dry blue scales. Their metallic blue stains the rusty iron on the beach. Blue are the ribs of the wrecked rowing boat. A wave rolls beneath the blue bells. But the cathedral's different, cold, incense laden, faint blue with the veils of madonnas.
Virginia Woolf
GREEN
THE POINTED FINGERS of glass hang downwards. The light slides down the glass, and drops a pool of green. All day long the ten fingers of the lustre drop green upon the marble. The feathers of parakeets their harsh cries sharp blades of palm trees green, too; green needles glittering in the sun. But the hard glass drips on to the marble; the pools hover above the desert sand; the camels lurch through them; the pools settle on the marble; rushes edge them; weeds clog them; here and there a white blossom; the frog flops over; at night the stars are set there unbroken. Evening comes, and the shadow sweeps the green over the mantlepiece; the ruffled surface of ocean. No ships come; the aimless waves sway beneath the empty sky. It's night; the needles drip blots of blue. The green's out.
BLUE
The snub-nosed monster rises to the surface and spouts through his blunt nostrils two columns of water, which, fiery-white in the centre, spray off into a fringe of blue beads. Strokes of blue line the black tarpaulin of his hide. Slushing the water through mouth and nostrils he sings, heavy with water, and the blue closes over him dowsing the polished pebbles of his eyes. Thrown upon the beach he lies, blunt, obtuse, shedding dry blue scales. Their metallic blue stains the rusty iron on the beach. Blue are the ribs of the wrecked rowing boat. A wave rolls beneath the blue bells. But the cathedral's different, cold, incense laden, faint blue with the veils of madonnas.
Thumbing through a guitar catalog I came across a line of guitars labeled "Road Worn". "road worn"
This got me thinking. Acid Washed Jeans, Faded Shoes, faded t-shirts, and now Fender Road Worn Series.
What the fuck is happening?
Joe Strummer, I love you, but I don't want your rust marks and pic scratches to be copied onto MY guitar! Certainly my...
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This got me thinking. Acid Washed Jeans, Faded Shoes, faded t-shirts, and now Fender Road Worn Series.
What the fuck is happening?
Joe Strummer, I love you, but I don't want your rust marks and pic scratches to be copied onto MY guitar! Certainly my...
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lymphae:
ha, ha...thanks for the congrats, but im not feeling too festive about being a grandma at 38. Im not grandma material...im too cool to be a grandma. Im trying to figure out a cool name that the baby can call me cause it won't be grandma. Got any ideas? HELP!
Okay my blogs are going to swing into a more artistic direction. Here goes number one.
MY RUBBLE(consumerist crap or precious tokens of nostalgia?)
I'm tired of looking at the television and seeing the same crappy shows. I'm tired of the same boring newspaper sections reporting the same types of stories. Those classifieds, ick. More useless crap OVERPRICED and cars OVERPRICED. Yawn. The rubble of...
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MY RUBBLE(consumerist crap or precious tokens of nostalgia?)
I'm tired of looking at the television and seeing the same crappy shows. I'm tired of the same boring newspaper sections reporting the same types of stories. Those classifieds, ick. More useless crap OVERPRICED and cars OVERPRICED. Yawn. The rubble of...
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mrsted_stryker:
Thanks hun for your comment! 
fallenglory:
i say we take a shop vac to all the rubble. i need to start the fuck over with nothing. no hidden agenda. no baggage. no worries.
too bad it's just a dream.
too bad it's just a dream.
Day 2: President closing Gitmo.
Alright, so let's get this straight in everyday language. Enemy combatants that are considered POW's are supposed to be held in military prisons until the end of the conflict.
So did the Bush administration consider Al Quada is a valid enemy army while it doesn't recognize the Iran government as the government of it's country?
Bushy you can't have it...
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Alright, so let's get this straight in everyday language. Enemy combatants that are considered POW's are supposed to be held in military prisons until the end of the conflict.
So did the Bush administration consider Al Quada is a valid enemy army while it doesn't recognize the Iran government as the government of it's country?
Bushy you can't have it...
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I am back on suicide girls!
After about two years of being out of the loop I have made my triumphant return. Searching the message boards for some of the old schoolers, I am stunned at the activity level on this site now. I remember there were less than 100 suicide girls when I joined.
Reading some of my older blogs, back in my kinder-blog...
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After about two years of being out of the loop I have made my triumphant return. Searching the message boards for some of the old schoolers, I am stunned at the activity level on this site now. I remember there were less than 100 suicide girls when I joined.
Reading some of my older blogs, back in my kinder-blog...
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otter:
Welcome home. 
Here we are with a fresh start to 2007.
I wish everyone an awesome year. I hope you all set goals and accomplish them. To make organization from chaos requires dedication and strength. It builds character. Let's make 2007 the year to remember!
I wish everyone an awesome year. I hope you all set goals and accomplish them. To make organization from chaos requires dedication and strength. It builds character. Let's make 2007 the year to remember!
jesus_smash:
I'm totally with you on that one man. I've set some great goals and actually meant them for once in my life. 2007 really is going to be the best year so far.
Van Economics for the financialy impaired.
30,000 miles.
Miles that I've put on my van since it's purchase late october last year. That's 100 miles a day for 300 days. That can only make one think. God damn that's far. Quite average for a tour van.
I get about 18 miles per gallon. That's 1666 gallons of gas I've used up. The average price of...
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30,000 miles.
Miles that I've put on my van since it's purchase late october last year. That's 100 miles a day for 300 days. That can only make one think. God damn that's far. Quite average for a tour van.
I get about 18 miles per gallon. That's 1666 gallons of gas I've used up. The average price of...
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jesus_smash:
I put at least 100 miles on my truck most days of the week. I get about 15 mpg. I know how you feel. Except I don't know the wonders of touring. 
With all of the tours and shows the band has coming up I have not been able to completely devote my time to fishing around the SG boards. Internet I miss you!
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jesus_smash:
You bastard, I want to tour with Graves
sei:
Sorry that Carmen and I have missed any show's. Hopefully you know by now that its not on purpose..
Be sure to let us know about the next one and we'll be sure to boo you all the way through.
Be sure to let us know about the next one and we'll be sure to boo you all the way through.
Our US tour kicks off March 31 with Michale Graves!
check www.stressbomb.com for more info
check www.stressbomb.com for more info
I am defending my position
Invidualism destroys conformism
Hollywood doesn't breed love
Honesty unheard of
unless it's a signed contract
I am disgusted. I am offended
A universe of bargain deals. I'm always tempted.
It's so convenient. Payments are easy.
Line up like sheep cuz the registers are ringing.
Imitate
Imitate everything you see
Magazines and MTV
the songs that you live by
the brands...
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Invidualism destroys conformism
Hollywood doesn't breed love
Honesty unheard of
unless it's a signed contract
I am disgusted. I am offended
A universe of bargain deals. I'm always tempted.
It's so convenient. Payments are easy.
Line up like sheep cuz the registers are ringing.
Imitate
Imitate everything you see
Magazines and MTV
the songs that you live by
the brands...
Read More