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10:29 pm
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The fun machine took a shit and died
So,
It once happened, in The Magical Land of Music and Moon, that 4 mistreated animals, each hummed lonesome tunes. The animals loved the land under the moon, but were held captive by their owners, facing certain extinction and doom. Then in one common moment and in houses all separate, a turn for the truly bizarre did happen. A Cock, A Quack, An Ass and A Pig all were, at once, kicked out of their digs. Left to fend for themselves and somehow survive, a story unfolded of fantastical size. In the hind site of things, it's easily said, their exile was a blessing, not a curse instead. For they knew from the onset that abandon's bereft and banishment's bitter, still the 4 misfit minstrels had always longed for something better.
The Cock kicked out of his warm hay strewn lair because he was obstinate and nasty and no longer welcome there. The Quack, it was said, was born with a wrong colored head: mistaken for female, not mallard instead. The Ass's knees always trembled and he could bare no load, so he was soon to be killed, eaten or sold. The pig was a pig and ate up all the food. His hungry owners put their foot down, "This Pig is No Good!"
Outcast and isolated, they happened upon each other on a long windy road. All decided they could make pace quicker if together, not alone. And so they banded together, brothered and bound, and by surprise they discovered they could all make one sound! The Ass beat the drums, The Quack plucked the Guitar, The Pig played the bass & The Cock, loud and lurid, manned the axe and the mic.
And so quacked the Quack, "We're lost! Where should we go? Will it be to or will it be throw?" The Ass hee -hawed, "Hee - Haw, I do not know!" The Pig snorted, "Snort, let's find a trough on the quick; I need something to eat or soon I'll start licking the shit off my feet."
Then the Cock crowed out, "You dimwitted drolls, you're missing the beat. Being lost is not our problem! It's straight-up sweet! Lets be glad to be lost and neither found nor confined. It's better to be bumbling and losing our way than trapped by convention and minding owner's say. Lets NOT be found, let's be free instead. If we're discovered and directed, we're better off dead. Our doodle-do is decided. Our destination is Nowhere. Nowhere is our goal. Besides, I can kick up some scratch where ever we go."
The Ass Ee-ah'ed, "Okee Dokee, we're set. We'll be lost, like in love and in thought and creative peak, not lost like in traffic jams waiting to take a leak." "That's right," Oinked the pig who ate up a worm, "We'll take every exit and welcome each turn."
From that time forth The Refugees set off happily enroute, hunting for nothing of the expected, prescribed or suggested. Expectations abandoned, thoughts not of wrong, full of gay and glee; they carried on with a new song.
Then in a gast a devil dropped in o'er their heads - he breathed out fire, branded irons and said, "Oh musical minstrels, I know where you should go: Follow this map and it will surely reward you."
"What have you in hand?" asked the Cock as he hardened his head. "It's the answer to your questions." The Devil firmly said. "It's a map to a place where all will know your songs, where you can be rich, adorned and do no wrong." The Cock looked closer, and saw that the map clearly read "The Menagerie to Dumbassery." And shouted out-loud, "This is no place for me!"
In response the devil howled and roared, "It will save you from this aimless place where your songs have no name. Now, follow it by the number and you will find your fame." So he threw it at the misfits and it burned at their touch. And they all threw it down into a gully or gulch. The devil was pissed, and his flame flickered out. And the band nodded in agreeance and continued enroute.
They carried on with a new song.
Then a Big White Rat appeared, holding a magic eight ball under his wiry whiskers. He shook the shiny sphere and said, "You're to follow this map! No question, no bickers. It says on my ball that it's certain, it's true. Don't ask again, The Menagerie of Dumbassery is the place for you!" The Ass kicked the rat and The Pig licked his beard. And the band felt stronger and traveled on without fear.
They carried on with a new song.
All of a sudden a stench wrapped 'round them and grew. The Pig Oinked out, "I know stank but f***ing P-U!" The Quack quacked in, "For Stink' sake it's true! I've been pinned up in barnyards and squeaked out a few. But if I know one thing for certain, this smell is FOWL!" The Cock and The Ass smelled it too. They winced, and plugged their noses and then heard a horrible growl.
From behind a juniper a Bigfoot appeared. He was as scary in sight as his smell had foretold. He gnashed his terrible teeth, and showed terrible claws, and the band cringed in confusion, in horror and awe. Bigfoot pound his hairy chest and bellowed, "Follow this map, you miserable minstrels. If you don't go to the Menagerie of Dumbassery, then I'll eat you all up, your lips, toes and assholes."
The Cock & The Quack looked up in an instance and saw a pack of Eagles flying in from the distance. The Eagles landed in unison and pecked at the Bigfoot. They shat on his fur and fuzzied his vision. The Bigfoot lost his footing and fell down on the path, and the flurry of Eagles laughed and played with the band.
"But wait," interrupted the Ass, "What if that Beast, that Monster wakes up? And comes looking, finds and make dinner of us?" The Cock reassured, as he usually did, "We'd smell him coming, make a plan and of him we'd rid."
They carried on with a new song.
A Fun Machine came spinning and crossed their way. And hooted and hollered at the minstrels, "Hip Pop- Hop Hooray! Take this map! Follow the way! In fact, my little minstrels hop on board, I'll take you there, with potions and poisons and not a worry or care!!" The Quack bobbed his head and asked his band, "Maybe a good idea? Should we take a ride?" But before they could answer, the Fun Machine took a shit and died.
They carried on with a new song.
Then a bitch and a wolf crossed the lane, and they looked friendly, if a slight bit insane. A trace of foam was still round their mouths, but the minstrels saw the froth was in the shape of a smile. The Bitch spoke up, as she usually did, and the Cock ruffled his feathers in kinship bid, "We're too wise to fight," she said and continued, "Everyone already knows that our bark is worse than our bite. So we've settled on kindness in wicked's wake. But, Be Warned! Dear misfits, don't discount us quick, we both keep our teeth sharp for safety's sake."
"Where are you going?" asked the Wolf. "And what do you do?" "We're going Nowhere answered the Cock. "And we've written a song or two."
The Pig explained, "But Beasts and Monsters keep getting in our way. And we are defending ourselves both night and day." The Ass snorted out, "T'is true what Pig Said. The Menagerie of Dumbasserie, keeps rearing its head."
"We know of this place," said the Bitch, we've left it ourselves. And know for certain it's best avoided, full of bloodsuckers and snails, leeches and witches and trouble galore, if you go there you'll leave with a mountain of sores. So, let us hear these songs," said the Wolf and the Bitch. "Eee- Awlright," said the Ass, scratching an itch.
The band played their songs and the moonlight grew brighter. And the sounds of the desert got quiet and quieter. And the Beasts and The Monsters were all held at bay as the music rang out they'd written along the way.
"You have no worries no more," said the Bitch and Wolf did summarize, "for what you have here are Lullabies to Paralyze." Do you hear the silence of the evil around us? Your songs have conquered all the vicious and venomous. Neither Beasts nor Monsters can bar your path. Hear now, Misfit Minstrels, your music has freed you at last! You can stay here safely in the land of music and the moon, or travel about freely as long as you play your tunes!"
They Carried On with A new song.
But all the while, The Ass staid afraid. What would happen, he wondered, if Bigfoot showered and shaved? How would they smell him coming while they were tucked in their beds? And might they wake up, not as musicians but as carcass instead?
Soon they forgot, immersed in their song, until a harsh realm came 'round. The stank of the Big, the putrid, the foul, messed with their gig. But The Monster, oh no, rather an old lady they knew not as friend or foe. Approaching The Cock, The Quack, The Ass and The Pig, one whiff enough to rattled their digs. "Why not?" said The Cock, and spoke to hag: "Don't bother real minstrels with a path, we've been through it and t'is fully daft."
"Eeeeaaaaaawwwhhphhhht" she puffed and she pissed, her tongue forked but sagged - oh how the 4 gagged. On this tongue's end stuck the sad map, and antacid reflux tossed it upon this hag's lap. Whew the stank from that scroll - traces of Bigfoot, the Rat and the Toad. The creatures appeared and looked weird, exposed as dumbasses unable the 4 to harass. Old lady rose up and swallowed dumbasses whole, scampering off in search of another soul.
Until she tripped. And she died. Cuz as we said she was old.
THE END
Current Mood: yea
Current Music: gorillaz
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01:49 am
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we r the all dancing all singing crap of the world
im not happy. if Any 1 has seen the 25th hour (movie) theres a scene where ed norton is vcery unhappy n bagges everything n thats pretty much how i feelo...lke in fight club where ed noton sez he wants 2 destry sumthing beautif n kill evey pand 4 not screwing 2 save its species....its like wat i am now....
Current Mood:  shithouse
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02:15 pm
[Link] | so its like 2 in the afternoon and i have nothing to do...and so we start our excursion into the land of dean and such. pretty much every one i have on livejournal i dont see on a regular basis. this is saddening coz ur all great people, but as it is im busy all hell these days with work and uni n stuff. my priorities atm are as such
- move out
- enjoy moving out
in order to achive the first point, and subsequently the second is to work in order to gain government support, hence all the work. im a bit all over the place right now if y'all couldnt tell by my priorities, so im hoping that once i moveout ill have time n privacy to try n get things in order and maybe figure out a direction to take in life, but for now im sticking with my convictions.
i aslo think this will give me more time/freedom/privacy for creating music and having jams n stuff with my co-band member (yes thats right, were still a bamd despite wat any1 says or thinks about the fact that me n sgroey havnt done anything musically together in like 6 months or whenever!!!) especially after gus's 21st, seeing all the bands gave me a lot more incentive to write more songs and try and get a full band happening. as it is now i have written two 'electric' songs and 4 acoustic songs. ive got sum more ideas for acoustic songs as i would really like to do a few acoustic sets of just me and sgroey. this seems as more of a real possibility as setting up a full band and writing songs together, getting gigs, all the set up and everything seems to big to comprehend right now, but yes gus is an event planner now!!!! wooot!!! so now when songs are written and all, getting a gig will be less as hard as first imagined!
im trying mostly now on getting my guitar skills up rather than writing. i have a major fear that if the time comes to perform on stage ill fuk up royally, so im trying to get everything down perfectly.
ive only heard a couple of peach tree songs but i really like wat ive heard, uill try n get the 31st of aug off to come see u guys and all the other bands that are playing.
- peace
Current Location: home
Current Mood:  lazy
Current Music: tool - 10 000 days
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06:07 pm
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its only a wate of time
a good evening to all
i knoe its been like a million years since ive used this thing.i think mostly coz the most exiting thing thats happned 2 me is....ummm...well i cant remember...but things have been pretty sucky coz i have no money n i hardly eva work.
in less gay news i spoke to sgroey not 2 long ago, and it was agreed that playing a small acoustic gig would be major tits, so were gonna get 2gether, put sum stuff together n wig the fuk out, which means all you 0mofos out there havta come watch!!
also if theres ppl out there reading who are goin to big day out let me know coz im goin and im not sure if anyone else is...i think sgroey is goin but i imagine a lot of things these days, so yea let me know
....its probably of little relevence, but last night i got my car stereo tested n it hadda reading of over 112 decibels. i thort that was exiting. hooray.
Current Mood: blarzay
Current Music: mars volta
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02:41 pm
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If these Walls could Speak i wouldnt tell them anything....dont ask me
Dont ask me
Of no relevence that this has, the other day i was watching tv and started wondering. wondering bout such things as the future n all, n i took notice of the fact that wen ever i have thort bout my future, i pictured it as me being successfull n happy n such. rather than the likly outcome of working 9-5 for the majority of my time, i was doin sumthin else like owning a bar or being a musician. ive always thort that i would be above average and achieve these goals because ive done well in school, i even got like 106ish in that tv iq thing that was on a few years back...and watching current affairs programs i figured that im prob a bit smarter than joe average-person.
resident, give me the tape if you know whats good for you
i wondered this n thort why i have this need to feel above average. then i realised. tv. in most tv shows n jus about every movie theres a main character who is 'special' for watever reason and is portraied as a hero. this being drummed in for how many years would of course take an effect when people watch n try n be like these characters, however when they realise that they are not special in the slightest, just the same as every one. possibly thats why a lot of people re depressed these days... is a thort is all
resident, give me the tape if you know whats good for you....whats good for you
currently im eating a tin/box/pack (?) of pringles...they are really good.pringles are underrated, so all reading this should...MUST go by prigles.now...right now.
Current Mood: mood
Current Music: Foo Fighters
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04:16 pm
[Link] | ok, so happier news today, i have jobs and income now, so peace is restoring in the land of dean and chocolate. i forgot...oh yes, all you bitches out there give me a call or something at some stage coz the olds are away and hence you are handed the task of keeping me company by cummin over n drinking n shit.
also a topic for one christepher david rocco sgro, this photobooth business. as i am major stoked about being in a band n writing songs n such, im unsure to the style you want photobooth to be in. atm i have songs written similar to at the drive in, n some acoustic songs which are like acoustic songs, but i member u sayn u wanted more nu- wave stuff, so yea, its up 2 u if we use the ones ive already done
Bo
Current Mood: mood
Current Music: audioslave
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01:45 pm
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Indecisions cloud my visions
does it ever feel to you like everything is against you and that some higher being is going out of his way to mock/shit you at every given oppertunity? me too. some how everything fuked up for me i realised the other day. this all started when my bank account said $2.44 DR, especally since i belived i had at least $400 in the bank. ADD this to the fact that i got the arse from the anglers, after not having a shift for over a month, then have rowe tell me im fired, not my supervisors....i still havnt got a reason aswell...plus the other job i 'have' isnt giving me work, i shall call later n find out wat the fuk.main point is i have $30 and no income.gay. so now i somehow havta not spend any money, get a job and wait to be paid...i also need petrol..fuk. i may end up dead in a ditch somewhere soon, overturned in a pile of vomit with a box of goon clutched in my hand :(
Current Mood: crushed
Current Music: Faith no more
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01:40 pm
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theres nothiing wrong with me, theres something wrong with you
ive noticed the intranet is a rather boring place, especially with dial up. which brings me to the now. writing in a frantic conjumblement to try and entertain myself. but to what degree? being brought up with a more science maths background ive learned to question why with everything (ala physics) and so it gets me thinking, i pass the time now...but why? so later on i cant go watch movies at nicoles house, then i guss ill go home sleep, wake up tommorro, bum round go work then sleep, and the whole process goes on n on.but to what ailement? (if that being a word..i dont think it is) to what point? where does it all come together? we all know that death is the end, but what we do doesnt effect death ( unless you od, or jump in front of a bus) but what is it that all the things we do come together? when or how do they/ will they ever mean anything? there doesnt seem to be a point to thngs, it seems that we are born, do things to occupy the time we have, trying to get sum sort of kick/enjoyment out of life then we die, pointlessly, futile, like we were never born at all. in the big picture, nothing you do is worth while, even if you do sumthing like cur ecancer, your just helping to prolong the inevitable for people to again occupy their lives with what ever it is they do. in the scheme of things the only thing i have found in life to strive for is happiness, in whatever form, however majorativly ive been found to be in an absence of happy (i.e. sad) which i can also safely say for other people i know as well. to many people go throughout thier lives without questioning why, ive found that so many people just blindly follow what ever path they have been brought up to follow or what common 'society' belives to be normal.questioning and pondering all this ive theorised that everything by mathmatic and scientfic laws that statisticly everything evens out. example, statisticly their should be an even number of boys and girls in the world as the chance of a boy or girl being born is statisticly the same, as it the chance of leading a happy life being the same as leading an unhappy one, it all comes back that looking back on your life on a whole, you should have had the same amount of bad days as good days, and that every thing returns to zero, its the only fair way that everything couyld work, but if that is the case, then wats the point of living if statisticly you are no going to progress fro the day you were born to the day you die? shure there are ups and downs, but in a vector sense, you will not have moved at all, hence being no point to anything and everything. unless you consider that everybody, or most people in a sense go through such a terrible time in their teens and mayn\be even into the early 20s, that the rest of thier life has some form of enjoyment to cancel out the poor tmes in their life, which is of course rediculous, looking at how many people are in face unhappy with thier jobs/respected partners/financial position/life in generall. so why is it that people continue thier lives knowing that in the future they will be unhappy, if not all the time, probably about half of the rest of their lives they will be unhappy, why is it that we dont jus save the time and pain by killing ourselfs now? its possible that not everyone has figured this out. possibillity. but even now, i have this knowlage (thoery) but as i think now, there is nothing else i can think of that is constant with everything and that is as fair as possible( i belive that fairness is a given in life, there is no justification for someone else living a better life purely because, esp[ecially if there is a higher power at work, does not make any sense, also if there is no higher power, physicly life and everything will have happeneed all from one source, and everything being relative, it again doesnt make sense that something is more advantaged for no particular reason. even if reason is found, the most logical thing would be that things are even and odds are that equall) so why do i keep existing. i dont feel the want of killing myself (which i guess could be explained as were naturally programmed to not want to kill ourselves) but i also dont feel the NEED to kill myself. every one keeps living, wat is it they know that keeps them going that i dont? what point do they have that i dont? is it that they are ignorant? ignorance is a great thing i belive, maybe not so much as great, but i see that people/myself are happier being ignorant about the majority of any given knowlage. but why is it that i dont feel the need to end my existance? conformaty? scared of whats beyond life. these i dont know. all i have figured is that i am here and i may as well do what i cant to make the best of it. if statistically i cant be superiour, i can jus do as much as i can and hope to be an outlier as there generally is with any statical problem. i guess the best we can all hope for is that we are happy in life.and prob try to aid that hope in some way. of which i dont know....
if ytou have been reading and wondering what the fuck, this guys insaine and on lots of drungs, these things are pretty much wat im thinking about at any given times. if you speak to me and im spaced out or watevery thats prolly wats running thru my head, so all you faithfull readers out there, welcome to my brain. bo
Current Mood: thorts
Current Music: kings o leon
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11:22 am
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all you maggots smoking fags of hollywood boulevard
hellow all
it has been a while, but ive been to busy/lasy to update these but here i am
lately all ive been doing is lying in bed sick as a sick puppy. as far as news goes there is little. altho i heard bourket lost his phone again. if this is tru, there will be rapeige of the 5th kind.
i may havta quit smokind i have decided. ill see how it goes over the next few weeks, i would say its been gd waking up and not exhuming a large mass of gooey crap, but ive been sic, so i still get it anyway, but i do feel cleansed if that makes any sense being that i havnt smoked for a week now. it should be an interesting lil experiment
band news fellow bamd groupies, me n sgroey have recorded demos of the following songs;
-song for tiff revisited
-Leaving
these were recorded in my bedroom using state if the art technology in the form of a tiny mic in sgroeys mp3 player, so the quality is rather unbrilliant, but still, demos!!! once i get the money, line 6 pod!! then recording agogo!!
Current Mood: mood
Current Music: at the drive in
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09:28 pm
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subject
u know wats gay? every one is trying to be healthy these days, which i guess is fair enuf for sum ppl, but for us other ppl who dun care bout how much fat is in the hamburgers and wat not, we are having these 'healthy' alternative shoved down our throats. alternative is exactily wat it means. ALTERNATIVE! another substitute for sumthing else, but now the 'alternative' has become the norm, where everything is 'low fat' and 'reduced sugar' and so forth, as such the taste of sed product declines, n wat once was a tasty hamburger meal has turned in tastless cardboard (see mcdonalds) i saw something like this that sparked my fury (but as it turns out i forgot wat it was). i think it may have been sumthing on one of those current affair shows, which give me the shits as well (not 2 mention fuking pop ups!!!!!!) there all highly biased shite thats presented as fact so that the average lowest common denominator cn relate to and over react due to unfair/incorrect information and start a which hunt over nothing. and these 'programs' (if they can so be caled a program!) also have claimed (over the variuos years or so) that practicly everything is bad for u. every day ill see adds claimimg that ths and that, what once was thort to be healthy, is infact "pitting you the tax payer at risk of heart disease" or sum other crap. and then the next week, after they have run out of other stuff to rag on, they take other shit n say its good for u, like chocolate! whih im sure theyve dissed in the past, causeing teeth seizures or sum shit, it gets me so pissed off, i wish they would all stop being such faggots. rrrggghh. death!!
im gonna go and watch a soothing movie. possible sumthing by adam sandler now, so as i dont go on a mass rampage and destroy things. or have a shower. i dont knoe, stop nagging, jeez gimmi a break, ur so bashed
Current Mood: complaining
Current Music: interpol
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01:42 pm
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i think its thursday
anyone who has had surgery knows how increadably gay it is. i had my wisdoms out on monday.everytthing sux because i cant eat solid foods, n there my favorite types of foods. very gay, but i guess now i cn now do fuk all at home n not have my mum yell at me. apart frm that everything has been relativly uneventful.hmpf
painkillers r makn me a bit dizzy, so im gonna go get the potato n gravy frm kfc on the table n crawl in2 bed. good night all!
Current Mood: out of it
Current Music: queens o stoneage
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01:00 pm
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the killer in me is the killer in you
ok, so im tired as again! everything sux wen ur tired, its like being drunk exept not fun...speaking of which, i had my first shift at the anglers last night, it was pretty cool, but i guess anything in comparison to target would b mad.
i met up with sgroey n gus n cooney 4 a jam last sat, it was mad, but i did find out that 'the peach tree' had (wat i belive) better songs than every ones favorite band photobooth. also it made me realise that i miss having a second guitarist in my band, but it is cool knowing that all the stuff that comes from the band (bar lyrical) is of my own creation...but i do think it would b cool doing another project with gus and cooney as would b mad
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05:10 pm
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someone is playing a game in the house that i grew up in
who ever invented people r silly, theres too many flaws associated with people, i.e. sleep, i can understand the need for constant breathing, plus eating and drinking stuff most of the time (in the name of survival) but y do we need to go into an unconsious state for 8-10 hours in a 24 hour day to function at a normal rate. its unnessacary n silly. im complaining mainly coz i got like 3 hours sleep n i dont function well good...so if im talking crap thats most likly why
bourkey u silly man, this lj hunt thing u have is hard and confusing, altho cleaver n devious, it did give me a head ache due to exessive thort, next time i c u, i shall kick u in the foot for that..however u have given me an idea, i have the habbit of using song lyrics for the title of my lj entries, u the reader must try and identify said song in the title, if u guess it right u get a prize...well not really...but the satisfaction in knowing that ur the smartest could shorely b a prize? so yes that is your prize for being every so smart
in response to my first paragraph, yes i am tired, hence i will go lie down now..maybe take a nap...or not...either way it doesnt involve a computer and you lot...so toodles
Current Mood:  tired
Current Music: the cure-spilt milk
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03:38 pm
[Link] | hey all, jus a quick message 2 let u knoe its drinks time at anglers 2night meetn at 830, so if u get this b4 then, come down fools, its cause u dont have mobiles that i cant call u guys...omg
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12:51 pm
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it seems to me that maybe pretty much always means no
hello all, it seems that everybody is bugging me about me being a lazy bastard and not getting my arse in2 gear. well heres news for u ppl...i so am! ppl r breathing down my back sayn "wen r u gonna do nething bout enrolling in a course for next year?" " wen r u gonna do nething bout gettn a new job? (as i always complain bout target for being so annaly gay n retarded as it is)". yes i am capable of running my own life n making my own decisions, itll happen, and if it happens t late, then ill deal with it, my fault, not urs stopp pressing aarrrggh!!!
i cant think of nething else to say other than **
Current Mood: blah
Current Music: Queens of stone age
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05:21 pm
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WEDNESDAY!!!!
ok, so ive discovered black sabbith n ozzy ozbourne, and i now see that mr osbourne has talents other than being a wank on tv. there was a lot of gd music back in the day, n also a lot of talent in the form of randy rhodes, or jimmi page of mr hendrix....etc etc, go old music!!!
in actual news 2day was spent bumming round, acheving very little as usual, nicole n my lovely lady friend (!) abbey came over n we jus kinda killed time...but enjoyable none the less. i did however find out that at least two of my four wisdom teeth need to come out. not very happy as every one ive spoken to say that mass amouts of pain b involved.fuk.i hate pain, its as gay as it is anala
a mr chris sgro sed 2 me last night that it would b a gd idea 2 have us talking on the album, n have it all spread out, which i think is a top idea, itll b all mad n stuff, i cant wait! ive got heaps of ideas running aroung at the momont, all about the diff types of stuff i cn write, n diff styles n stuff for diff song lyrics, also i wanna write sum stuff with gus, ive heard positive things frm the peach tree (albeit our rival band!) combining our creative forces i think could b madness, esp with sum mad arse synth action, so ill have call him n orginise sumthin
neway, time 2 leave n eat n go 2 waterloo, bourket n gus, u guys neva go there nemore, i think its time u guys should, then we can talk and speculate about famous ppls sexuality
Current Mood:  happy
Current Music: ozzy o-bourne
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10:58 pm
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IT BEGINS!!!
OK, so its saturday night, n i have nothing better 2 do than 2 start 1 of these lj thingys.ive been reading gus's n sgroeys all night(i cant find bourkeys). i found that its not bad reading other ppls rants so i thort id ive a try at doing the ranting.
First item of business, bourkey u little money rapist, it was brought 2 my attention that you r again without a mobile phone. omg! my attempts in getting in touch with u r once again futile!!
Secondly as u the reader may or may not knoe, our(sgroeys n mine respectively) band name has been stolen by english bastards, which annoys me grately, as i was starting to get used to the the idea that my efforts as a songwriter had substance in the form of a name..."photobooth" and the name itself had grown on me, and now the long and tedious task of deliberating a new band name continues. grrr, those english will get it one day!
i have started to really get into the idea of prog-rock eg mars volta style, using less convention structure to a song, goin against the norm, it all appeals to me. in turn, im trying to write a song ala the mars volta, however instead of dividing a really long song into sections, im trying writing 3 or so songs that have similer if not the same rythm/beat, almost like a trilogy of songs that kinde of blend between one another. ive started like the first kinda base to the song, n ill try n progress it from there
I think its past my bed time, so i will leave n go bed, night night
Current Mood: indifferent
Current Music: the mars volta
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