"it was basically stolen. a half right man-boy made the leap from coked up frat chimp to leader of the free world. it's the ultimate success story." -french stewart
George Carlin died yesterday at age 71. George has made me laugh until I've cried on several occasions. He will be missed. The world just lost one of the greats, and will not be the same without him.
"The very existence of flamethrowers proves that some time, somewhere, someone said to themselves, 'You know, I want to set those people over there on fire, but I'm just not close enough to get the job done.'"
So lately I've constantly felt the need to make myself heard regarding my views on several subjects. It's been awhile since I just went off about... whatever. Abortion, the war on drugs, religion, politics, environment. Shit just pisses me off. I'm tired of there being so much wrong with the world. It seems like any effort to make it better is just futile. Plus, I'm constantly second guessing my opinions and beliefs over issues because of both sides of an argument having contradicting "facts". It just seems like someone's always lying, and I don't know who to believe. Ridiculous. I think I'm just gonna give up and mind my own business from now on. Its hard enough taking care of my own shit, let alone bearing the weight of the world.
On a lighter note, (Chris, you're probably the only one who'll get this) the other day at work a friend of mine got a shipment of boxes labeled "Wayne Enterprises" down his chute. We both shared a laugh because we came across Batman's batarang shipment. A few minutes later I got a shipment of wine down my chute, and I told him they were Iron Man's boxes. He didn't get it... It's funny though, right?
Current Music
If You're Smoking Here, You Better Be On Fire, Casey Jones
I'm back. Gin and I are still going strong. Hit our 2 year mark back in August. I took her to Mammoth Cave and Dinosaur World for our anniversary. We stayed in a knarly bed and breakfast. It was rad. Got a new pad together. I like to tell people we call it the bat-cave, but we don't. We're still unpacking, but we'll get some of ya'll over here eventually. Turned vegetarian cause I dig animals and it's healthier for me. Decided to start being a dick to people I don't like again. Started listening to hip-hop... like, a lot. I'm in the process of growing my hair out for dreads. Can't wait for Halloween. So far Gin and I are going to see "Dracula" (the play) together, and hopefully "Evil Dead 2" (midnight movies pwn). I turn 19 in a little over a month. Still, all I want is toys, comics, and maybe a new (better) tattoo. I'm such a child. I think that's about it.
Oh, and we're going to the zoo Sunday. Badass.
"[Intro] Oh, you mother fuckers thought it was over, huh Well its not, you didn't count on a fallen angel getting back into the grace of God and coming after you Ya'll niggaz ain't shit Your producers ain't shit Your fucking A & R ain't shit I'll fucking wipe my ass with your demo deal Yo Diabolic, take this mother fucker's head off
[Diabolic] Go ahead and grip glocks I'll snap your trigger finger in six spots You'll have to lip lock with hypodermic needles to lick shots I'll watch you topple flat Put away your rings and holla back Can't freestyle, you're screwed off the top like bottle caps Beneath the surface, I'm over heating your receiving circuits By unleashing deeper verses than priests speak in churches What you preach is worthless Your worship defeat the purpose Like President Bush taking bullets for the Secret Service Beyond what ya'll fathom I shit on cats and jaw tap 'em Show no compassion like having a straight faced orgasm Tour jack 'em, have his half a ten bitch suck my friend's dick In the mean time, you can French kiss this clenched fist Diabolic, a one man brigade spreading cancer plague This fucking a pussy's face, holding a hand grenade So if I catch you bluffin' Faggot, you're less than nothing I just had to get that stress off my chest like breast reduction
[Technique] You mother fuckers are nothing You cannot harm me I'll resurrect every aborted baby and start an army Storm the planet hunting you down cuz I'm on a mission To split your body into a billion one-celled organisms Immortal Technique will destroy your religion you stupid bitch You're faker than blue-eyed crackers nailed to a crucifix I'm bout to blow up like Nasa Challenger computer chips Arsenic language transmitted revolutionarily I'm like time itself, I'm gunna kill you inevitably Chemically bomb you, fuck using a chrome piece I'm Illmatic, you won't make it home like Jerome's niece I'll sever your head diagonally for thinking of dissin' me And then ill use your dead body to write my name in calligraphy This puppet democracy, brain washed your psychology So you're nothing like diversity without equality And your crew is full of more faggots than Greek mythology Using numerology, to count the people I sent to Heaven Produces more digits than 22 divided by 7 You're like Kevin Spacey, your style is usually suspect You never killed a cop, you not a mother fucking thug yet Your mind is empty and spacious Like the part of the brain the appreciated culture in a racist Face it, you too basic, you're never gunna make it Like children walking through Antarctica, butt naked"