This is a collection of random assed thoughts and fragments of useless information for our everyday lives. If you value youor intelligence I suggest you don't read this stuff.
my music was saved, the only reason why the computer neglected to play my shit was because the soundcard got loose, so we fixed it and everything is on disk, ahh relief...
I dont know why I titled this blog what it is, but whatever...
Well I hit up frooty loops, and made three new songs, and they are volatile! But there's a shitty drawback AGAIN! The computer wont play anything that myself or my homies wrote on file. It still has everything on it, accept when you go to play it, it wont play, the little sound bar on the playlist wont move, the counter will tick, but nothing happens. I sware on my cock and everything I will need it for, that if this computer fucks up all of my shit again I will be so pissed off it wont even be funny!!! So keep your fingers crossed that this problem is only temporary, and able to deal with easily, without losing my shit, or any of my other homies files for that matter...
Like a car that keeps getting fixed and breaking down over and over again, my music keeps progressing for the better, and then a huge fuckin obsticle will get in the way and make my shit break down again. But I just got off of the music studio, and right now I just wanna avoid it, and turn my brain off for a little bit. That way, when I go back on the frooty loops studio later on, I will have all these twisted lil ideas in me head, just itching to break out in the form of music. I am too fucking stuborn to give into this one, I will make music that will mean something damnit! I dont care if I die trying, I will die trying... fuck that, I will die succeeding!
Tonight I worked all night, in the rain, and I got soaked more times than I care to mention. My shoes are literally soggy, and my socks are wet to the ankles, and stained green and blues from the dye of the inside of my soggy shoe. But other than that, my homies and I all went over to my homie r0b ne1son's pad, where everyone was getting high. Needless to say they had three ounces, and I got myself a nice sack as well. So tonight was a cold, bleak evening, which evolved into a galavantful, gay, good time. All my homies are straight, I mean gay as in "happy". Damn Im high. Anyway I plan on going out to the bar sometime this weekend, and I hope I get laid, cuz Sacramento sucks...
"Life is the ultimite indulgence, death is the ultimate abstinance; therefore, make the most of life here and now!" -Anton Szandor Lavey, from "The Satanic Bible" 1966
I am so sick and tired of people telling me that Friday the 13th is an unlucky day. Every year there's at least one or two of these "unlucky" days, and every year I end up having a relatively good one. If there's noting going on, and it's rainning, or no one is around to kick it with, there's always a good "Friday the 13th" movie marathon on tv somewhere... This last Friday, January 13th, I had a good day, but I didnt sit at home and watch my favorite horror movie hockeymasked maniac kill people, instead I hit the town with my homies Chris and Michelle. We went to abar called The Depot. Upon arrival, I ran into one of my old homies from my space, who was hanging out with a friend he knew, who just so happened to be a fuckin marine! Needles to say we all hung out, they boughtme a fewdrinks, we all got fucked up, and wet back to soldier boy's motel room for some fun. The night ended with the three of us crammed together in a motel room bed until morning when I woke up being groped by both of these hot fuckin dudes. Ya'll heard of the cyote ugly situation, where u get drunk, go home with someone, fuck, pass out, and then wakeup thinking, "wow, how fucked up was I?" because the person you were with was ugly as fuck the next day? This was entirely not the case the following morning. Both guys were hotter when I wokeup, then on the night before, and I couldnt help but think to myself about how lucky I was to be there. Though I have never done ecstacy, I now know what it is like, cuz waking up in that bed with two of the hottest dudes that I was lucky enough to get it on with, was one of the most sensual things ever! I hope I see my old homie around the bar again...So yeah friday the 13th is a good fuckn day, in fact this last friday was one of the most memorable and best days I have had in a long assed time. It just sucks that I wont get to see the marine guy again, i really kinda fell for him, which is shocking because I am usually so numb. He lives in florida, but atl least I accomplished a goal and nailed a soldier!
At this moment I have too much to tell about my life taht I cannot post it in a blog right now. But I wanna share some lyrics I just remembered, to a song that I used to listen to all the time back in the day. Since being less stined, not completely clean mind you, I have discovered mabny memories that had been buried under layers and layers of drug-induiced amnesia. I used to get high while listening to this song, ironically, and it fits my doomsday philosohpy, especially when I used to listen to it all the time back in spring of 03, when I graduated. With the Iraqi war goping on and the comstant threats of growing up at the time, I saw the world in a very apacolyptic light. So here is the lyrics to one of my favorite songs...
Title: Electric Funeral Artist: Black (motha fuckin) Sabbath
Reflects in the sky Warn you you're gonna die Storm's coming, you better hide From the atomic tide Flashes in the sky Turns houses into Sty Turns people into clay Radiation my decay
Robot minds of robot slaves Leads them to atomic graves Plastic flowers, melting stars Fading moon, falls upon Dying world of radiation Victims of man's frustration Burning glowbox filled with fire Light the elctric funeral fire
And so in the sky Shines the electric eye Soon the natual king Takes Earth under his wing Heaven;s golden chorus sings Hell's angels flap their wings Evil souls fall to hell Trapepd in their burning cell
Just wanted to say to everyone that has ever read or replied to my blogs, merry christmas. I thank you for reading my rants, and I appreciate the inpute you all sent to me, and yes I read all my comments. I want you all to know that I do like writing these things for you to read, cuz ya'll at least try to absorb my shit. So thank you and merry christmas, I hope santa delivers us all a nice fresh faced young guy, or in my case a young man, who is willing to anything for you. Merry Christmas, and happy new year. I'll keep writing these things if you keepm reading them, and thanks to all who are interested in my music. I promise I will post it soon...
title: halls of illusions group: Insane Clown Posse
Halls of Illusions
Tickets please, thanks walk through the doors Into the halls of illusions, visit yours and see what could've and would've been real But you had to FUCK up the whole deal Let's take a walk down the hallway It's a long way, it takes all day And when you get to the end you find a chair With straps and chains, we slap you in there Lock you down tight so you cant move a thread And pull your eyelids over your head 'Cause you're about to witness an illusionary dream It's just too bad it aint worth seeing It's your wife and two kids on the floor They're playing nintendo, Bobby's got the high score and there's your wife siting in the chair amd you look but you aint there Instead it's some other man And they're hand in hand she looks so happy, you dont understand See this is an illusion that never came true ALL BECAUSE OF YOU! Back to reality and what you're about Your wife cant smile cuz you knocked her teeth out, and she cant see straight from getting hit Cuz you're a fat, fuckin drunk piece of shit But it's all good here, come have a beer I'll break the top of it, and shove it in your ear And your death comes wicked painful and slow! At the Hands of Melinko
Chorus Great Melinko hear your call one more time your life is gone this is all because of you what you got yourself into
Look who's next, it's mister Clark The dirty old man from the trailor park Got your ticket, thanks take your coat off And later on I'll rip your throat off Let's take a walk down the hallway It's a long way, it takes all day And when you get to the end you find a chair You see all the blood, yeah your boy was just here We get all kind of different people commin through Richies, chickens, and bitches just like you In the halls, everyone gets a turn To witness your illusion before you burn What do we have here, oh dearm no way It looks like your kids and they're okay Your daughter's chillin up in college, top grade And you son's a fuckin doctor, fat pay They've got kids and families and it's all good They even coach little league in the nieghborhood Is this true hjave you really seen the Holy Ghost? NAH BITCH NOT EVEN CLOSE! Back to reality your son is on crack And your daughter;s got nut stains on her back And they both fuckin smell like shit And live in the gutter, and sell crack to each other When they were kids you would beat them and leave them at home And even whip them with the cord on the telephone And that reminds me man you got a call WATCH YOUR STEP TO HELL, IT'S A LONG FALL
Great Melinko hear your call One more time your life is gone This is because of all of you What you got yourself into
Okay uit's time to pack and move to the next town But we forgot mister bigot, okay dig it We cant show you an illusion, cuz we're all packed BUT! I'll still cut your neck out How's that?
Great Melinko hear your call One more time your life is gone This is because of all of you What you got yourself into
These lyrics fit my mindframe at the moment, so mother fuckers beware, Im drunk and out of my mind at the moment....
I also dedicate these lyrics to my father, only from such evil can I be concieved. Dad if by any chance you're readuing this, which I know you're not, I want you to know that I will kill you someday beacause you are the cause of all that is wrong with the family. You molested your own children, beat your wife, and shot up dope. YOU'RE A DEADMAN WALKING!!!
