I was singing along to a mix CD in the car today, and I'm starting to realize the music I listen to has really idiotic lyrics.
Examples:
In this final benediction
Confronted by mirage of imminent mortality
Time's set to end the suffering
So follow, i will cherish the secrecies of hearts
"Behind The Curtains Of Night - Phantasmagoria" by Dimmu Borgir
Another:
Burning - feel the pain sear
Pathless - animation nears
Download delinguent fears
Sit back - enjoy the rot!
"Down In The Zero" by Napalm Death.
Though I'm gonna stand by Opeth lyrics and say they still qualify as poetry. Bad high school poety, but still.
Devotion eludes
And in sadness I lumber
In my own ashes I am standing without a soul
She wept and whispered: "I know..."
"To Bid You Farewell" - Opeth
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I kinda wish i got to go to the SGCalgary thingy, but have come to the conclusion I would have been as uncomfortable going -- as I know none of them personally -- as they would have been having me there -- as none of them know me.
Maybe next time.
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The housewarming is a go. One caveat; a friend of ours inadvertently invited -- as in blabbed to everyone and their dog... literally, his name is Rufus, he's a Golden Lab with a drooling problem but we love him anyway -- someone we don't particularly like.
This has been a source of some debate, fro whatever reason, with our shared friends. We don't like her. It's simple. We think she's unpleasant, rude, obnoxious and arrogant. We don't want her in our home.
I don't see why this is a problem as the person whom did the unintentional inviting, doesn't like this woman either, yet lacks the ovaries to tell her off. This isn't my problem. If ya think someone is a skank, don't continue to bend over for her strap-on. You ain't no one's bitch unless you choose to be.
Unfortunately they work together and there has been some tension off and on between them for over a year now -- had something to do with skanky making every effort to seduce friend's boyfriend, deciding to throw a surprise birthday arty for her recent beau the same night as my 30th, screwing her way through half of our friends only to leave a path of crushed hopes in her wake and despite having accomplished little of note in her life, while routinely telling others, at length, how their lives are shit.
Fuck her and the broomstick she rode in on.
...I may edit this out later. I'm just venting...
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Strange dreams last night. I'm now on the hunt for the hand-painted Hawaiian shirt I saw in my dream. Apparently, if my subconscious is to be believed, it opens portals to other dimensions.
Other than that it looks neat.
And with that, off to eBay.
Examples:
In this final benediction
Confronted by mirage of imminent mortality
Time's set to end the suffering
So follow, i will cherish the secrecies of hearts
"Behind The Curtains Of Night - Phantasmagoria" by Dimmu Borgir
Another:
Burning - feel the pain sear
Pathless - animation nears
Download delinguent fears
Sit back - enjoy the rot!
"Down In The Zero" by Napalm Death.
Though I'm gonna stand by Opeth lyrics and say they still qualify as poetry. Bad high school poety, but still.
Devotion eludes
And in sadness I lumber
In my own ashes I am standing without a soul
She wept and whispered: "I know..."
"To Bid You Farewell" - Opeth
----
I kinda wish i got to go to the SGCalgary thingy, but have come to the conclusion I would have been as uncomfortable going -- as I know none of them personally -- as they would have been having me there -- as none of them know me.
Maybe next time.
----
The housewarming is a go. One caveat; a friend of ours inadvertently invited -- as in blabbed to everyone and their dog... literally, his name is Rufus, he's a Golden Lab with a drooling problem but we love him anyway -- someone we don't particularly like.
This has been a source of some debate, fro whatever reason, with our shared friends. We don't like her. It's simple. We think she's unpleasant, rude, obnoxious and arrogant. We don't want her in our home.
I don't see why this is a problem as the person whom did the unintentional inviting, doesn't like this woman either, yet lacks the ovaries to tell her off. This isn't my problem. If ya think someone is a skank, don't continue to bend over for her strap-on. You ain't no one's bitch unless you choose to be.
Unfortunately they work together and there has been some tension off and on between them for over a year now -- had something to do with skanky making every effort to seduce friend's boyfriend, deciding to throw a surprise birthday arty for her recent beau the same night as my 30th, screwing her way through half of our friends only to leave a path of crushed hopes in her wake and despite having accomplished little of note in her life, while routinely telling others, at length, how their lives are shit.
Fuck her and the broomstick she rode in on.
...I may edit this out later. I'm just venting...
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Strange dreams last night. I'm now on the hunt for the hand-painted Hawaiian shirt I saw in my dream. Apparently, if my subconscious is to be believed, it opens portals to other dimensions.
Other than that it looks neat.
And with that, off to eBay.
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I skate too doll! What a quiggly dink! On my 30th birthday I decided to take up skateboarding and it's been love ever since. I'm what you would call a late bloomer...better late than never I tend to say.
BTW My punctuation isn't priority when on a mission to respond.
Hugs