The Rebirth of Language

"He always took the time to speak with me
I liked him for that.
He severed segments so secretly--you like that
He always took the time, he always took the time"


Five Euros to whomever can tell me the name of the band who wrote those words. It's greatness...it really is. The answer next episode! Keep watching and buying!

My mind aches with all of this existential bullshit; every molecule of humanity baffles me and there are no answers and you...well you are just as confused, just as deceived (and rightfully so) as everyone else...this includes me. Are you a survivor-type? Look for the answers, evolve, turn off the box and use your billions of brain cells the way they were intended. I am not really here. Random logic ensures that!

You see, we hurtle through space and time and time and space. No one is better for it, but then again, no one is worse. We just ARE!

Who do you think you are?

i'm jonzing at the genius man yakking from my black-box
laying down tracks of thoughts like a strong armed negra' in the sun

he's a general story and i'm a private enterprise

what o what twill it take to wrap it in a bow?
what will i make to seal the train as red wax to all scarlett letters
and make all the genius fetus boys in the U.S. winterland sing a 'hail mary' for their long-lost king?

today i'm scrambling up the shoulders of giants
don't know at all if i will ever make a stand
hoping i can get there without peeing my pants


...(this rant is dedicated to mr. mike patton)

I had this bass once.

The bastard had no strings. It was old, and useless, impotent...It stood there, looking at me, mocking me like the bullies used to.

It called me with no sound from the strings it did not have, it entered my mind every day and every night.

I wrestled it to the ground one day, smashing its exoskeleton. I gnashed my teeth as I snapped its spine, paralyzing its goddamn hoarse throat, the voice that haunted me for its pleasure.

I hurled it through the window, to the ground, spewing shards of bass guts all over the fine shale sidewalk below. It bled brown and black. I cried with laughter.

You would not understand me. You would not have understood the bass, and what it meant to me. You laugh like it laughed at me.

Vibrations of sound, and color and light.

Catch nothing upon your eardrums...cloud your lenses and look through them.

You don't appreciate it.

You don't even know about it.

Go watch your television.

This is all for you.

I feel like drowning
Aching heart, beating down
Slow and chilled, I can't feel my skin
Everything is numb and gasping for air
Violent flailing, but nothing to grasp
Desperate and alone
Cold
Water pushes me down
Weight of a dizzy blue world
Slipping into surly depths
Anger turns to fear
Fear coils to regret
Of what is left undone
No breath to speak
No one to hear
But so much to say
And it's over
Everything is over


23 January 2001

pleasance-(n)-a park, garden, or place where you had pleasure

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sometimes its just common place and appropriate.

..so we can say whatever we want on this site, huh? Freedom of speech, right? Well that's great, because (let me know if you agree here) I think this country is pretty fucking stupid, to be honest with you. I'm not saying it to be one of those "anarchy rules!" type of people, I'm just saying it because that's how I see it. We've got a dumb-ass president who's nothing but a filthy litte war-monger. All he talks about every single time he's on television is bombing the shit out of Iraq. Don't get me wrong, I hate the crazy bastard over there in power, too, I think Hussein's a friggin nutcase, but regardless, this jackass president of ours does not have the right to be saying that we're "going to war" with Iraq, because correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't that up to oh, I don't know, Congress? Hey Bush--you're not fucking Congress, you're an idiot. And how about sticking to one thing at a time? A year and a half ago, all he kept talking about was finding Bin Laden, and I liked that idea: find the son of a bitch that's behind all of this terrorism, great, have at it, and give him an extra bomb up the ass for me while you're at it. Now here we are in the present, we haven't found him yet, and instead of staying focused on that, Bush has to put that aside so he can go buck-wild on Saddam because daddy didn't do it back in 1991. Well, that's too damn bad, it should've been done when the chance was there,and it wasn't. My best friend is graduating from military school this year, and is pretty much getting himself ready to go into the Marines. Good for him, he has his hopes, and I respect that because he's like a brother to me, but in the meantime, I don't want him goin to fight some war that we shouldn't be fighting in the first place. Also, I like how Bush is keeping some allies during this whole thing...oh, wait, I forgot, he's not. All these countries keep saying that we shouldn't be doing this, and guess what, they're probably right. And now in the meantime, everyone has to be all "politically correct," and that's just a crock of shit, I'm sorry. The whole point of being politically correct is to say, "Hey, I'm a really big pussy, so instead of saying what I actually want to say, I'm gonna completely change it so I don't piss a few people off, because obviously it's important what everybody thinks about what I have to say." Now if I offend anybody by saying this, I'm sorry, but for all you "politically correct" people out there--you're a fucking idiot. Why should you have to change your own independent idea or remark or whatever into something different because of the fact that it might upset some people? The whole point of the first amendment is that you have the right to say whatever you want, and now that's being pissed on everywhere you look. Awesome, though I'm sure the writers of the Constitution of the U.S. are spinning in there graves over it. And just a little while ago, I read an article about a man that was arrested for wearing a peace shirt in a mall. The mall security asked him to remove it, and he said no. Then they came back with police and they asked him to again, and he still refused, so of course they arrested him. First of all, good for him, he stood up for what he believed in. Second of all, fuck the people that think someone doesn't have the right to where a goddamn shirt that promotes peace, you're all retarded as well. If anybody is reading this, do you get my point, or are you another one of those people who's going to say that Bush is "doing the right thing," and that I should stand behind my country no matter what? Well quite frankly, I think that our core democratic values are slowly but surely being pissed right down the drain, and I'm seeing less and less of a country to back up everyday. Anywho, I've had this community since I got my livejournal, so I figured, hey, this says I can say my piece, what a great place to vent, yay. So yeah, I suppose that's all I really have to say now. Goodbye, all, and pray that this country doesn't get royally fucked up because of Bush's big mouth.

My dad and I made this one up on the car ride home from church today and have been using it alllllll day.

Splamonious carcus(spla-moan-e-us): really really flat roadkill; also a very humorus insult.

1. face-(n) oral sex. "why don't you give me some FACE."

2. dust them boots(v)- to woop someones ass in a particular something.
"Man, don't make me dust them boots in Knockout Kings."

3. busting ass -to fart
"Man i keep busting ass from all that Taco Bell."