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Sunday, May 11, 2008

  • Now I can grow a beautiful shell for all to see

    My pain is self-chosen
    At least, so The Prophet says
    I could either burn
    Or cut off my pride and buy some time
    A head full of lies is the weight, tied to my waist

    The River of Deceit pulls down, oh oh
    The only direction we flow is down
    Down, oh down
    Down, oh down
    Down, oh down
    Down, oh down

    My pain is self-chosen
    At least I believe it to be
    I could either drown
    Or pull off my skin and swim to shore
    Now I can grow a beautiful shell for all to see

    The River of Deceit pulls down, yeah
    The only direction we flow is down
    Down, oh down
    Down, oh down
    Down, oh down
    Down, oh down

    The pain is self-chosen, yeah
    Our pain is self-chosen

     

    Mad Season : "River Of Deceit"

     

    Last Xanga blog....

Friday, April 25, 2008

  • Currently Listening
    Aenima
    By Tool
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    And if I'm the man, Then you're the man...



    I met a boy wearing Vans, 501s, and a
    Dope Beastie t, nipple rings, and
    New tattoos that claimed that he
    Was OGT,
    Back in '92,
    From the first EP

    And in between
    Sips of Coke
    He told me that
    He thought
    We were sellin' out,
    Layin' down,
    Suckin' up
    To the man

    Well now I've got some
    Advice for you, little buddy
    Before you point the finger
    You should know that
    I'm the man,

    And if I'm the man,
    Then you're the man, and
    He's the man as well so you can
    Point that fuckin' finger up your ass

    All you know about me is what I've sold you,
    Dumb fuck
    I sold out long before you ever heard my name

    I sold my soul to make a record,
    Dip shit,
    And you bought one

    So I've got some
    Advice for you, little buddy
    Before you point your finger
    You should know that
    I'm the man,

    If I'm the fuckin' man
    Then you're the fuckin' man as well
    So you can
    Point that fuckin' finger up your ass

    All you know about me is what I've sold you,
    Dumb fuck
    I sold out long before you ever heard my name

    I sold my soul to make a record,
    Dip shit,
    And you bought one

    All you read and
    Wear or see and
    Hear on TV
    Is a product
    Begging for your
    Fatass dirty
    Dollar

    So...Shut up and

    Buy my new record
    Send more money
    Fuck you, buddy

Sunday, April 13, 2008

Saturday, April 05, 2008

  • Currently Listening
    Lateralus
    By Tool
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    ...So crucify the ego, before it's far too late...



    I have come curiously close to the end, down
    Beneath my self-indulgent pitiful hole,
    Defeated, I concede and
    Move closer
    I may find comfort here
    I may find peace within the emptiness
    How pitiful

    It's calling me...

    And in my darkest moment, fetal and weeping
    The moon tells me a secret - my confidant
    As full and bright as I am
    This light is not my own and
    A million light reflections pass over me

    Its source is bright and endless
    She resuscitates the hopeless
    Without her, we are lifeless satellites drifting

    And as I pull my head out I am without one doubt
    Don't wanna be down here feeding my narcissism.
    I must crucify the ego before it's far too late
    I pray the light lifts me out
    Before I pine away.

    So crucify the ego, before it's far too late
    To leave behind this place so negative and blind and cynical,
    And you will come to find that we are all one mind
    Capable of all that's imagined and all conceivable.
    Just let the light touch you
    And let the words spill through
    And let them pass right through
    Bringing out our hope and reason ...
    before we pine away.


Saturday, March 29, 2008

  • Currently Reading
    Hug Your People: The Proven Way to Hire, Inspire, and Recognize Your Employees and Achieve Remarkable Results
    By Jack Mitchell
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    communion

    Okay, so I have been getting the communion supplies for the past few months, or so.  I thought to myself, "There has just got to be a better way. Why do we eat these nasty crackers all the time...YUCK."  Is it just me, or does the body of Christ get stuck in the back of your teeth to?  Looking for inexpensive communion wafers on a whim, I found this web page...perhaps this is the solution?



    http://triggur.org/communion/

    Body of Christ? Not So Nice!
    A Sacri-licious Experiment

    By themselves, communion wafers are pretty vile. That would explain why they have to "sell" them with a free sip of wine.

    So the purpose of this experiment is to find out just what it takes to turn the communion experience from "ow!" to "wow!" We* went to the supermarket and we selected a range of toppings and condiments to serve eucharists with.

    I can hear some of you now. "Blasphemous!" "Scandalous!" But hold on there, bucko! What if we discover some new way to serve communion wafers that brings people stampeding back to the church as if it were some chic new restaurant on the lower east side? Uh huh, you didn't think of that, did you? We thought not.

    Our rating scale works as follows:

    1-Awful   2-Mediocre   3-Okay   4-Not Bad   5-YUMMY!

    *"We" = me and my partner in crime, Gary. Gary hesitantly tried the first few combinations, but after I inflicted the Cheddar 'n Bacon Cheeze-Whiz 'n Eucharists combo on him, he resolutely refused to participate further, even after I explained that it was for science. Did Pierre & Marie Curie quit after the first melanoma? No! They forged ahead for science. Sure, they died of cancer, but they did it together.

    French Onion Dip
    I generally don't even like french onion dip on potato chips, so why did I think it would be any better with communion wafers? Points off for lack of forethought.

    Pros: The onion taste pretty much obscures the taste of the wafer.
    Cons: It's like eating a blister.
    Rating: 2-Mediocre


    Whipped Cream
    Is there anything that whipped cream doesn't improve the taste of? I doubt it. And after we did the taste test, we got distracted doing whippits.

    Pros: Whipped cream! What's not to love?
    Cons: Still rather cardboardy
    Rating: 4-Not Bad


    Cheeze-Whiz®
    Okay, it's not actually Cheeze-Whiz®; I tried finding that at the grocery store and they didn't seem to have it, so I chose an off-brand. If the Cheeze-Whiz® company would like to send me some, I'd be happy to try it and report my findings. This, instead, is "Easy Cheese" Cheddar 'n Bacon flavor. I find it disquieting that the can says "NO NEED TO REFRIGERATE." I kid an English friend about them being responsible for the Culinary Holocaust, but he's got me on this one.

    Pros: None spring to mind.
    Cons: A eucharist is bad by itself and this cheese-like sustance is bad by itself. Together they're absolutely ass-tastic. TASTES LIKE SATAN.
    Rating: 1-Awful


    Oreo Stuff
    The idea is simple; Oreos are like a gift from God, right? Just like His son? Sure. So what could be better than a double layer of Oreo Stuff in between two pieces of God's son?

    Pros: Oreo Stuff
    Cons: Body of Christ
    Rating: 3-Okay


    Mustard
    Picture this: You pull up next to the archbishop's car at a stop light. He rolls down his window and asks, "Pardon me. Would you have any Grey Poupon?" and you give him some from your glove-compartment. He smears it on a communion wafer then takes a bite. You wake up screaming and your pillow is missing.

    Pros: Gimme a minute, I'm thinking.
    Cons: Taste: Six kinds of horrible.
    Rating: 1-Awful


    Ketchup
    Y'know how you use extra ketchup when you burn your hamburger? This is sort of like that.

    Pros: N/A
    Cons: Ketchup goes very well with barbecued brats and hamburgers. Eucharists? Mmmmm, not so much.
    Rating: 2-Mediocre


    Peanut Butter
    I truly love peanut butter.

    Pros: Got rid of the ketchup taste.
    Cons: Replaced it with peanut butter & foam sammich taste.
    Rating: 4-Not bad


    Anchovy Paste
    I approached this one with notable trepidation. A tiny bit of anchovy taste makes a ceasar salad tangy. But what does it do for communion wafers?

    Pros: Completely obliterates dry eucharist taste.
    Cons: I can't wash the stank off my hands and I believe I'm going to be ill.
    Rating: 0-God-foresaken


    Wasabi
    Yes, that's the stuff that makes your sushi spicy. And yes, I'm really going to eat that.

    Pros: No sign of sinus congestion.
    Cons: I can't feel my toes.
    Rating: 1-Awful


    Cholula Sauce
    I'm already in a white-hot hell, so what's a little more?

    Pros: Didn't go down too bad except for the gnawing burn.
    Cons: A bit of a let-down after the wasabi.
    Rating: 4-Not Bad


    White Cosmopolitan
    Here we are at the last item. I've exhausted my supply of condiments. For the benefit of science, I have filled my stomach with vile concoctions. And with the celebratory close of the experiment, I finally found what makes communion wafers palatable: Alcohol. Sweet, cleansing, soul-numbing alcohol. And the priests knew it all along! Your favorite may vary, but here's how you make this fabulous combination:
    • 5 parts Svedka vodka,
    • 4 parts Cointreau,
    • 1 part white cranberry juice,
    • a twist of lime.
    Shake or serve on the rocks. Nibble eucharist, gulp booze.

    Pros: Can no longer walk a straight line.
    Cons: Can no longer walk a straight line.
    Rating: 5-YUMMY!

    'Oh, like I said...I am Baptist...with Catholic residuals:



    If I am elected, my pope name will be:
    Pope Flamboyant Dick IX
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