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Name: Paulie
Birthday: 9/24/1988
Gender: Male
Interests: Runes, punk rock, sociology, politics, socialism, art, industrial music, theology, pirates, vikings, and writing.
Expertise: Screaming, puking, fucking, pissing off republicans, saying "Fuck You!", and killin' ninjas.
Occupation: Artist
Industry: Entertainment
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  I are Platypus
Yahoo:  PauliePuke420
Member Since:
1/7/2004
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| - Let's Have a War (FEAR Cover)
So I viked some more pin-ups. YAY FOR THE INTERNET! I don't know why
but I think pin-ups are better than porn. I found alot of good ones
that I can actually get away with having up on a webpage. That is if I
never get busted for copyrights which has never happened. Considering
how many people do it I'll probably at least get yelled at before
anything major happens.
So anyway, more boredom. It's one more week until I have to go to my
moms crappy Christmas party. I guess christmas is coming twice this
year. I don't even get to be around on Yule. Well, not after 3:00 PM
anyway. I guess we're going some where for Christmas. YAY! or yeah. I
don't get to spend christmas with my lovely girl though. BAH!
Anyway I got Missa's ring sized and despite how much everyone said it
would cost it was about fourty dollars more. YAY FOR LOSING $60 WHEN
YOU WERE EXPECTING TO LOSE $20!
Anyway Another Pin-up:
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| - Fuck Christmas
I'm coming back again kids. Without much to say. I got real sick a
couple days ago. Someone I haven't talked to in a while found me on
myspace. And I am continuing under the assumption that its safe to
guess no one will take the time to read this, and I don't care if
anyone does anyway.
Not much went on aside from my last couple of entries. I kind of feel
like I'm doing alot of living without alot of moral attachment to
progress. I just keep moving along. It's all satisfying though. It's
nice to not be attached to something for a second or two.
So I died my hair again. WOO HOO PURPLE!
I pirated a bunch of Suicide Girls photos. YUM!
I'm being sucked into Nation States. Bleh. Five and a half nations and counting.
I've been working alot. WOO HOO! it's my weekend. From now on I claim SUNDAYS AND MONDAYS for me!
I got FEAR's, The Record. It's pretty thrash tastic.
I still feel kind of shitty.
There's alot of breaks in this entry.
So anyway. I'm finding that living all care free and easy is pretty
hard. At least when your not alone. My fiance is dumping alot of crap
on me and I don't think it's all to fair. I owe alot to Tony and the
rest of our tribe for helping me out with work. I don't know how much
more of this work so people can want you to work more crap I can take.
I just want a fuckin' break. That's why I muck around on the PC alot.
It's the only time I really have alone.
I should go to bed. Just so you guys know. I hate not being in a band. Especially now that I'm not in school.
YAY! I get to sleep tomorrow and go shopping on Monday and be right
back to work on tuesday. I'm getting pretty used to being tired alot.
And Hungry. I never seem to have time to eat at home and as a general
rule I'm broke. The munchies suck when your poor.
FUCK GEORGE BUSH!
VIVA LA SOCIALISM!
PooP
~PUKE
By the way here's a free-be:
I'm a sucker for these piercings. GRAWR!
Crotch shots of goth girls with knives. That's hot.
She may be naked but you can't see anything.
Nothing revealing yet I don't want to push my luck. (I gave you more than one obviously)
If I do this often I'll run out of decent ones...
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| Hey man,
I'm fucking HUNGRY! I've been more or less starving lately. My last pay
check went almost entirely to rent. My money is supposed to buy the
food because, no one else buys it. Anyway I don't think I can live on
cigarettes and Kool-Aid for ever. I kind of hope my mother has food at
her house. I have to go do laundry because no one bought laundry soap
either.
What ever.
Well I think I'm gonna go be an eskimo now... Out there in the cold.
This entry sucks...
WOOT
-Puke
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| As I was saying I'm going to pick this back up again. With the number
of people on MySpace I don't think I want to put my daily life in a
blog on my profile. So instead I'll put a link to a blog that I put my
daily life in. It's a tiny degree of seperation but I hope it helps.
So... General Updates:
Despite all my confusion brought on by late fall/early winter panic
depression I am getting married. I do have my second thoughts about it
here and there but I'm pretty sure it will be fine. We don't have a
date yet but her ring should be sized up and out of the shop on
December 10. I hope I'm not fucking up horribly here but 91% of the
time I'm positive this is what's right.
I got a job. It's not too much of a job. I get paid we I'm covering
during the weekdays but, on Friday and Saturday when I'm regularly
scheduled to work I'm basically volunteering.
I'm no longer living with my mom. I moved in with my girl friend about
two or three monthes ago. Things are going pretty well but, it's weird
taking care of yourself 100%.
Now on to todays ACTUAL ENTRY. By the way, today is still Saturday to me.
NAZI PUNKS FUCK OFF!
By: Paulie Puke
Last night, Kevin and I were coming out of my place of employment to
start heading home and we walked past the Midnight Sun on the way to
the bus station. My friend Germ was outside and I could here a familiar
band coming from inside. I decided to stick around and see the show
when I realized who was playing.
I walked back to the shop and dropped off my coat, hat, and back pack.
After resetting the alarm and heading back down to the show, I caught
the tail end of some hardcore, street punk band called Currupt Society.
They were alright. Nothing to start a following for. I'd wear one of
their pins but I'd never buy a T-shirt.
The next band was some straight-edge, "We wish were were alive in
eighty-two," kind of shit called HIV. When we heard what kind of music
they were Germ piped up about how they'd probably do a Minor Threat
cover. Of course, they did it as their finally. "In My Eye" I believe
was what they did. They butchered it. No props for these fuck-heads.
Somewhere in the middle of that set Kevin got real sick and I had to go open the shop again so he could shit.
Alex had offered to buy us pizza down at Old School but he wanted to
see HIV for some dumb reason. He said we'd go when Oi Control got up.
We headed that way when the STD band was done. When we got there the
trendy kid who tagged along got us free pizza by eating a menu. It was
nice to get a free meal but how hungry do you gotta be to do that shit?
After the food we headed back and watched this lame oi band yell alot.
I think they were better than those HIV fucks. That was when we should
have got pizza.
The next band up was who I wanted to see. Apparently they were the band
all the skin-heads came to see as well. When Bristle hit the stage
there were four or five refridgerators with arms and legs running about
in circles throwing their fists. I don't think a single one was under
250 lbs. I got hit in the ribs when I decided the pit died down enough
and almost got reemed in the face. The lead singer of Bristle confessed
that he was dissapointed with the lack of snow balls. A couple songs
later some gutter punk came in with a snow ball. The singer lobbed it
into the pit area. The ground was soaked. Then a big ass skin-head came
in with a snow chunk bigger than my head. When it got the the stage Mr.
Singerguy played the death metal card and threw it up in the air while
groaning, "Kill the pig and drain it's blood!" No one cared. The show
went on and people were getting fucked up on the slippery floor. Some
twelve year old punk came in with three snow balls and lobbed then
towards the front. One hit a guy with a neck the size of his head. His
head was also as bald as a porn star's twat. He emediately got all
hyped up and tense. Clenching his fists he turned around and went
looking to kill. The night wen t on as violent as this until we decided
it wasn't worth sticking around when three scrawny punx were getting
bullied by these huge bone-heads.
So I opened the shop again to get my shit out. I never want to be at work at midnight again.
I was back at noon today.
And I was in major pain.
Fuck Nazis.
-PUKE
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| HOLY SHIT I STILL HAVE A BLOG! Yeah I know I've used it a couple times
but I think I'm moving back to this as a regular journal. Try to get at
least one entry in everyday sort of thing. So, for today, a haiku:
Sid Vicious was cool.
He did too much heroine,
but he was still cool..
So yeah! Fuck off and die punk ass bitch!
-PUKE-A-TRON!
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