So last nite was really fun...life in the Meridee world is well and good. I was happy as ever to see Wes make it out to reprazent the Jax DnB crew. Brian was there drunk and tryin to get a piece o this as usual...he said he may not be with his girlfriend much longer. I don't want him to break up with his girl for me but if he does...no holds barred. Meridee showed me that she's in FSU's newspaper this week...how EXCITING! There's a whole big article on her and about how she's been throwing it down for 3 years now. She told me to show Heather lol. I did and I think Heather's heart softened a bit.
I think the article is why there were so many people there last nite but the prob was they came early and cleared out early. But I stayed till the very end...late enough to see a wasted Meridee do the robot lol.
After the club I came back to the dorm and talked to Heather about our classes next semester. We're taking math and geology together. WoOt. She's good at math so she can help me. And ha we both had to wake up at 8am cuz that's when registration started and I got everything I wanted and then went back to sleep, well my roomate didn't wake up till later and then I heard her on the phone saying "I didn't wake up early and now there are NO classes I want to take."
Boo frickety hoo you stupid, lazy republican!!!!
Anyways so that's my update...hope everyone has a better weekend than I'm going to.
"I can just imagine myself eight months pregnant and still DJing." -Meridee J
P.S. I had to add this because wow
I am the endless energy that leaks combustible sound
the dying desert faults that impact movement of ground
the umbilical of ancient souls - shackled and bound
released in peace and set free through clairvoyance profound.
I am the stillness of innumerable planets contained
in galaxies built by bones of graveyard remains
I am the echo that refracts from packs of coyotes howls
the parasitic pain that lingers deep in the bowels
of urban landscapes that feeds off of rhythm and vowels
coughing the thick blood of bitterness- the prey of the prowl
I am the harvest from the red plateau of sleepless nights
the ivory casket that gasps the aura of fright
Jerusalem, Mecca, and the air that I breathe
I'm the eclipse of conscience in my moment of need.
The crusade of the massive's intellectual growth
I'm symbiosis of my feelings and my mind is the host
I'm the eternal equinox of a full moon's ghost
that boasts suffering and stardust when you needed me most.
I am the scent of deceit through a for-k tongued lie
the landslide of vision in a blind man's eyes
the climax of poetics when the mountains arise
the muffled voice of oppression's lost compromise
I am the beckon of reality that ceased to exist
...the target of an audience I probably missed.
I am Zen and the clamouring of mideval swords
the voice in white light that gently beckons you towards.
I am the juice of mic chords leaking through creaking blackboards
a bad impression of regression that moves rapidly fowards.
I am the steel that you front...or just the rep that you want-
a fatcat politician turned somalian gaunt
An unidentifiable flying cypher that grips
the beams of cowering monuments into a building's eclipse.
I am the remix of strategics when the ballad commences
the condensing of pretensious designer incenses
The architect of reconstructing Earth as we know it
the enertia of Fear's punch- before you begin to throw it.
The tsunami of Nagasaki and the death of Brazil
A CFC hunting layers with the intent to kill.
I am all skills in the form of your ecstacy pill
That's leaking deep into the tunnels of emotions you feel
A carnivore sea stranded with a vegetarian
the loaf of bread slicing heads of thief proletariats
The scale harmoniously balancing love and greed
I am the steel you now hold...and the rep you now need...
I am the quivering quintet of Cuban guitar strings
I am something....I am nothing... I am everything.
-MC James Messinian
I think the article is why there were so many people there last nite but the prob was they came early and cleared out early. But I stayed till the very end...late enough to see a wasted Meridee do the robot lol.
After the club I came back to the dorm and talked to Heather about our classes next semester. We're taking math and geology together. WoOt. She's good at math so she can help me. And ha we both had to wake up at 8am cuz that's when registration started and I got everything I wanted and then went back to sleep, well my roomate didn't wake up till later and then I heard her on the phone saying "I didn't wake up early and now there are NO classes I want to take."
Boo frickety hoo you stupid, lazy republican!!!!
Anyways so that's my update...hope everyone has a better weekend than I'm going to.
"I can just imagine myself eight months pregnant and still DJing." -Meridee J
P.S. I had to add this because wow
I am the endless energy that leaks combustible sound
the dying desert faults that impact movement of ground
the umbilical of ancient souls - shackled and bound
released in peace and set free through clairvoyance profound.
I am the stillness of innumerable planets contained
in galaxies built by bones of graveyard remains
I am the echo that refracts from packs of coyotes howls
the parasitic pain that lingers deep in the bowels
of urban landscapes that feeds off of rhythm and vowels
coughing the thick blood of bitterness- the prey of the prowl
I am the harvest from the red plateau of sleepless nights
the ivory casket that gasps the aura of fright
Jerusalem, Mecca, and the air that I breathe
I'm the eclipse of conscience in my moment of need.
The crusade of the massive's intellectual growth
I'm symbiosis of my feelings and my mind is the host
I'm the eternal equinox of a full moon's ghost
that boasts suffering and stardust when you needed me most.
I am the scent of deceit through a for-k tongued lie
the landslide of vision in a blind man's eyes
the climax of poetics when the mountains arise
the muffled voice of oppression's lost compromise
I am the beckon of reality that ceased to exist
...the target of an audience I probably missed.
I am Zen and the clamouring of mideval swords
the voice in white light that gently beckons you towards.
I am the juice of mic chords leaking through creaking blackboards
a bad impression of regression that moves rapidly fowards.
I am the steel that you front...or just the rep that you want-
a fatcat politician turned somalian gaunt
An unidentifiable flying cypher that grips
the beams of cowering monuments into a building's eclipse.
I am the remix of strategics when the ballad commences
the condensing of pretensious designer incenses
The architect of reconstructing Earth as we know it
the enertia of Fear's punch- before you begin to throw it.
The tsunami of Nagasaki and the death of Brazil
A CFC hunting layers with the intent to kill.
I am all skills in the form of your ecstacy pill
That's leaking deep into the tunnels of emotions you feel
A carnivore sea stranded with a vegetarian
the loaf of bread slicing heads of thief proletariats
The scale harmoniously balancing love and greed
I am the steel you now hold...and the rep you now need...
I am the quivering quintet of Cuban guitar strings
I am something....I am nothing... I am everything.
-MC James Messinian
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arsenic:
some tim burton fan you are..
arsenic:
ACTUALLY, Tim Burton produced and wrote the script for Batman Forever, just because he didn't direct it doesn't mean he wasn't a big part of it. He was also the director of photography for Batman Forever.