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you remind me of a former love, that I once knew
and you carried a little piece with you
we were holding hands walking down the middle of the street
it's fine with me, i'm just taking in the scenery
you remind me of a few of my famous friends
well that all depends what you qualify as friends
you remind me of a few of my famous friends
well that all depends what you qualify as friends
take a chance, take your shoes off dance in the rain
i was splashing around, and the news spread all over town
i'm not complaining that it's raining i'm just saying that i'd like it a lot
more than you think, if the sun would come out and sing with me
you remind me of a few of my famous friends
well that all depends what you qualify as friends
you remind me of a few of my famous friends
well that all depends what you qualify as friends
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| 12:23am 09/08/2008 |
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Get you 3-4 get you like da number after 1 umma a get me 2
It's cuti f u now u gotta hava baby
My money don't fold nor bends
Mercedes maybach, grey black
And I gota 4-4 and a k like 8-stacks
Fuck yo city yo town I state facts, take dat
No, better yet like diddy take dat
Wait rats I hate rats
I clean dem out like ajax
Got paper like A fax machine
Assaneen
Damn I mean assanon
Dappa don
After mine dere will be non
Damn I mean dere will be nun
I will be one
Of da greatest things u ever felt you ever seen or
Heard carter Harvard ya'll scared
Not me
Not I
Call me young popeye
Tell bruno I'm a nuno
I'll bring ral to your funrol
Damn I mean funeral funerol
You say tomato I say tamata
U say get em I say got em
Yea I got em
Man u better keep payin me cause u don't want my problems
I be wildin like capital one... what is in your wallet
You fly
But what is it to pilot
Cuti I'm at the top foot up in your bottom
Damn I mean foot up in your ass
I kick dat shit now gon put it in da trash
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| 10:39am 17/04/2008 |
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mood:  tired music: Cool G Rap
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So I cut my hair...
Hmmm. |
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| 03:17am 18/03/2008 |
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mood:  drunk
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I lost my cigarettes and
I should probably be in bed.
Shit...
Fuckin' St. Patty's day!
p.s.
It's not metal
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| Summer plans. |
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| 09:12pm 14/03/2008 |
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mood:  excited music: Outlive The War - Jedi Mind Tricks
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The plans are set.
Late July.
Mike, Bill, and myself are
taking a trip to Mackinac Island.
We will be riding our bikes there,
staying for three or four days,
and then riding home.
We plan on bringing
guitars, a tent,
cigarettes, and water.
Everything else will be
panhandled for,
stolen, or dumpstered.
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| Fuckin' Lame... |
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| 08:55am 07/02/2008 |
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So I guess my body rejected
the new ring I put in my smiley
about two weeks ago.
I woke up this morning
to my smiley ring laying
in the side of my mouth.
Confused,
I spat it out.
Looked in the mirror,
and noticed that my
frenum no longer existed.
That fuckin sucks.
Don't feel right without it.
And now I gotta get surgery
to fix my frenum if I ever
wanna have it pierced again.
Fuckin' body shit... |
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| Chi dara fine al gran dolore? L'ore. |
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| 01:28am 02/02/2008 |
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This Winde is (as the before-mentioned
Iamblicuis, by consent of his other fellow-
Cabalists sayes) the Symbole of the Brethe
of God; and Ecco, the the reflection of this devine
breath, or spirit upon us; or (as they interpret
it) the daughter of the divine voice; which
through the beatifying splendor it shedds and
diffuses through the Soule, is justly worthy
to be reverenced and adored by us. This Ecco
descending upon a Narcissus, or such a
Soule as (impurely and vitiously affected)
slights, and stops his eares to the Devine
voice, or shutts his hearte from devine
Inspirations, through his being enamour'd of
not himselfe, but his owne shadow meerly
. . . he becomes thence. . . an earthy,
weake, worthlesse thing and fit sacrifize for
only eternall oblivion...
Thus Echo suddenly assumes the roll of god's messenger, a female Mercury or perhaps even Prometheus, decked in talaria, with lamp in hand, decending on fortunate humanity.
In 1989, however, the noted southern theologian Hanson Edwin Rose dramatically revised this reading. In a series of lectures delivered at Chapel Hill, Rose refered to "God's Grand Utterence" as "The Biggest Bang Of Them All." After discussing in depth the difference between the Hebrew davhar and the Greek logos Rose took a careful accounting of St. John, chapter 1, Verse 1 - "In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God." It was a virtuoso performance but one that surely would have been relegated to those dusty shelves already burdened with a thousand years of seminary discourse had he not summed up his ruminations with this incendiary and still infamous conclusion: "Look into the sky, look to yourself and remember: we are only god's echoes and good is Narcissus."
Rose's pronouncement recalls another equally important meditation:
Why did god create a dual universe?
So he might say,
"Be not like me. I am alone."
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| 03:34am 19/07/2007 |
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mood:  nostalgic music: The sound of the light on my gurage buzzing.
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So I just watched a movie.
It wasn't a very good movie.
But it was a bad movie at
a very good book.
A book that,
once upon a time,
changed my life.
In a good way.
A very good way.
A movie that taught me how to live.
How to live in a way that
I don't live by any more.
And it kinda made me think.
What am I doing now?
Why did I change?
It made me think.
Maybe it's time to
turn my life around.
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| 05:45pm 15/07/2007 |
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mood:  gotta poop music: Trick Daddy
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Does anyone still use this thing?
No? |
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| 05:00am 01/02/2007 |
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So why is it that all these broads
are always tryin' to get with me
when I'm in a relationship?
Where were you
when I was single?
Damn... |
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| 10:26pm 07/12/2006 |
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Fuckin'... mother fucks!
Who plays reruns anyway?
Bullshit!
ABC and Grey's,
I am pissed at you...
... Fuckers. |
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Fuck rain.
I'm bringin' sexy back.
Get off it! |
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| 10:08am 21/11/2006 |
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Hahaha livejournal... |
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| 07:56pm 10/05/2006 |
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Yeah so I'm in Cairo right now.
It's pretty much sweet.
It's pretty much really hot, too.
There must not be any short guys here
because the uranals are all
really high off the ground.
But I guess I'll manage.
The people here are very forward,
and there are cats all over the place.
Crossing the street is one of the
most dangerous things you can do here,
but it's pretty much fun.
I'd like to post a bunch of pictures
from when I was in Turkey Monday,
but I think I may have gotten my camera stolen.
But yeah, internet access is few,
far between, and expensive.
My phone won't work over here.
I can't get into my email or my myspace (tradegy).
So if you see my mom,
tell her I'm doing alright.
Rock and roll.
See you in five. |
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| 12:57pm 09/04/2006 |
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Sometimes I watch bowling on tv.
Because I am that cool. |
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| 08:56pm 27/03/2006 |
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fuck. everything. |
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