my ex girlfreind of two weeks calls me saturday morning we chat i tell her i went to a party she asks if i hooked up with anyone i say yes, which is the truth she asks if we had sex, i say no, which is the truth she asks if we made out, i say yes
she flips the fuck out, says we can't be freinds anymore
i got drunk and made out with someone, and im single now. . . hell i dont get it
please gimme a little perspective here, i honestly think i didnt do anything wrong
ok so basically we live in a country where "preserving freedom" involves occupation
where people want a right to life despite the fact that if someone isnt in the mindset or position to have a child neither them or the child will have much of a life
we live in a country where thinking that its right for cops to be prosecuted when they gun down a man in the street for no reason is "soft on crime"
where you can get wire tapped illegally and its written off again as "preserving freedom"
where people actually have said "only land owners should be allowed to vote on taxes"
where the people in power are RICH and born into power
where race still causes violence
where you are a second class citizen for having a different sexual preference (what next, will i be a second class citizen for prefering brunettes to blonds?)
where the only option for poor kids to have a future is to fight for a country that stabs them in the back
i smell fascism i smelt it the first time i heard the phrase "freedom isn't free"
Its the leadsinger of the forgotten (aka THE UNKNOWN BASTARD) and jason lee's stunt double from My name is earl doing a fucking awesome cooking show. they have part of an episode on their myspace. check this shit out.:
Richard C. Dickie Dow 30 — October 20, 1998. Portland: Mr. Dow was beaten and restrained by Portland police. A coroner's report said that he died from “positional asphyxia.” Police officers attempted to detain Mr. Dow, a paranoid schizophrenic. He became distraught, and started struggling and yelling to his mother for help. His mother, who witnessed the incident, described what happened: “I said, ‘Just don't hurt him, he has a mental problem, let me calm him down.’ And suddenly, the street was full of policemen and they came out of their cars swinging billy clubs and kept swinging and swinging.” Up to eight police officers participated in beating and subduing Mr. Dow with batons and pepper-spray. The autopsy found that he had numerous abrasions and two broken ribs. Mr. Dow collapsed and stopped breathing. Police did not administer first aid and refused to allow Deborah Howes, a neighbor, to give CPR. Richard Dow’s mother and stepfather were arrested and detained for five hours. They were released at 3:30 a.m. and told only that their son was in intensive care. When they arrived at the hospital, he was dead. Neighbors were disturbed about the way police handled the situation. One said, “His parents could have definitely defused the situation if they were allowed to.” Another said, “You want to know why that man died? They choked him to death. That’s beyond excessive force. It's straight murder. If it'd been one of us, we'd be in jail.” The victim’s mother said, “I'm not a doctor, but my son had no marks on him when the police first had hold of him, and when I saw him seven hours later, I could not recognize him as my own son. The only conclusion I can draw is that they literally beat him to death.” In contrast, the coroner concluded that he had simply suffered from “sudden death syndrome.” On Nov. 13, 1998, a grand jury ruled that the killing was justified. Mr. Dow is survived by his mother and stepfather, Barbara and Ted Vickers.
go ahead get online and try to find figures on how many people are killed by the police every year.... go ahead see if you can find the number of officer involved shootings, even portlandcopwatch is down. . .they're trying to keep it hush hush. murdering bastards
1. Who are you? 2. Are we friends? 3. When and how did we meet? 4. How have I affected you? 5. What do you think of me? 6. What's the fondest memory you have of me? 7. How long do you think we will be friends? 8. Do you love me? 9. Do you have a crush on me? 10. Would you kiss me? 11. Would you hug me? 12. Physically, what stands out? 13. Emotionally, what stands out? 14. Do you wish I was cooler? 15. On a scale of 1-10, how hot am I? 16. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it. 17. Am I loveable? 18. How long have you known me? 19. Describe me in one word. 20. What was your first impression? 21. Do you still think that way about me now? 22. What do you think my weakness is? 23. Do you think I'll get married? 24. What makes me happy? 25. What makes me sad? 26. What reminds you of me? 27. If you could give me anything what would it be? 28. How well do you know me? 29. When's the last time you saw me? 30. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't? 31. Do you think I could kill someone? 32. Are you going to put this on your LiveJournal and see what I say about you?
We're gonna die when the sun comes up We'll drink until we drop My blood's one hundred proof We're gonna stumble twist and crawl Got 99 bottles of beer on the wall I'd rather drink than fuck
No doubt about it Can't live without it No doubt about it I can't live without it, alcohol Alcohol
Why it's my destiny? You get the beer We get the time You get the coke, gimme a line
No doubt about it Can't live without it No doubt about it I can't live without it, alcohol
We're gonna die when the sun comes up We'll drink until we drop My blood's one hundred proof We're gonna stumble twist and crawl Got 99 bottles of beer on the wall I'd rather drink than fuck
You get the beer We get the time You get the coke, gimme a line
No doubt about it Can't live without it No doubt about it I can't live without it Alcohol
so me and sommer are currently official in limbo. . .we dont know what we are. listening to mark lind from the ducky boys solo shit. . .its good.
so take heed: i discovered this show and movie, firefly (the movies serenity) its amazing, its quintisential heinleinesque sci fi and the main character might as well be lazerus long. its really fucking awesome, great writing, great special effects. its renewed my faith in sci fi.
The armpits of the bridges keep the poverty asleep As the mountains puke the day into the sky The sun and river creep, both rejected, toward the sea And the sullen clouds between begin to cry
Another night of drowning in the gutters in this town Another morning finds me down the hill I spend every wasted day drinking last night from my slate And every night I spend my last five-dollar bill
The stench of all that isn't me engulfs me as I swim Against the sea of those who distantly attain While I, an island, wax ecstatic for the flower in the attic That keeps my former self my memory's only stain
Another night of drowning in the gutters in this town
Another morning finds me down the hill
I spend every wasted day drinking last night from my slate
And every night I spend my last five-dollar bill
My city, she is silent, though the ghosts of day remain
And she shivers, raped and nauseous in the night
And the cobbies splayed between the tracks that glisten in the rain
Shed the fog that folds around the trolley lights
Another night of drowning in the gutters in this town
Another morning finds me down the hill
I spend every wasted day drinking last night from my slate
And every night I spend my last five-dollar bill
My city, she is silent, though the ghosts of day remain
And she shivers, raped and nauseous in the night
And the cobbies splayed between the tracks that glisten in the rain
Shed the fog that folds around the trolley lights
Another night of drowning in the gutters in this town
Another morning finds me down the hill
I spend every wasted day drinking last night from my slate
And every night I spend my last five-dollar bill
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