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Crushing lyrics [Apr. 6th, 2006|05:36 pm]
I can't stop listening to this song - absolutely unbelieveable.
Nothing can compare to punk angst, honesty and pain.
It strikes so deep.

Joey Cape - "Wind in Your Sails"

"It's negative
I wish you the worst dear,
to feel the greatest pain
a positive,
you said it's all in vain
I know I felt,
and i won't feel again.

I know you.

Hours of madness
Years of dysfunction
The deepest embitterment
No will to strive or achieve
Finally in breakdown
Perpetual fall on your knees
As you crawl back to me

It ends like this
I can hope for bliss,
if you fail again
'cause i'm right here'
to witness every step
and when you trip
I will cherish it.

Hours of madness
Years of dysfunction
The deepest embitterment
No will to strive or achieve
Finally in breakdown
Perpetual fall on your knees
As you crawl back to...

I live to watch you fail
I live to watch you fail
I live to watch you fail
I am the wind in your sail

I wish you the worst dear
to feel the greatest pain
'cause i'm right here'
to retrieve all you stole
every tear and everything you own
i wish you...

Hours of madness
Years of dysfunction
The deepest embitterment
no will to trust anyone
this is how i lived
this is how you left me blue
and I'd crawl back to you"

P.S. This isn't directed at anyone, there is no hidden message in this post.
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CDs that demand some attention [Mar. 22nd, 2006|12:10 am]
Joey Cape/Tony Sly - "Acoustic" - Fat Wreck Chords - Lead singers of Lagwagon and No Use for A Name jammin' with an acoustic guitar (need I say more?)

Lagwagon - "Resolve" - Fat Wreck Chords - Just what kiddies? - the boys are back to their roots!!!

Seriously, I have to change my pants most time I listen to them. I know that is inappropriate and vulgar but you'll understand when you listen to these puppies.

P.S. I will be inheriting a dog in the coming years - his name is Sampson. That is unless my grandma outlives me, which I'm pretty sure she is going to. Maybe she can take care of Camus when I'm gone.
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Quick update from the depths of the beast. [Oct. 17th, 2005|10:10 pm]
Down in Lansing, Michigan. Flags at half-mast almost without change. $10 will buy you 10 pounds of ham and they sell chips in a family size bag that Pavorotti would be impressed with.

Smokin a Cuban on the steps of the Michigan Supreme Court, getting my car searched and being interrogated at the border when sansMeghan.

'Dicker and Deals' that could arm a malitia and some where you could furnish a house for $500.

Dodging honourable Reps on the way to class and steering clear of the State Police cruisers.

Cheap seasons of MASH help to relieve tension by indulging dark, existential humour. Webcams and calling card scams (screw you SBC).

"what did you have to say?
give me your logic, your definition,
the words you twist to justify your position
of mass starvation and blind airstrikes,
every problem is solved with a fight

peace won't be found,
til we're underground,
as long as we live without a sound

so pride yourself on what you are,
and hold them all to words they can't take back,
I've seen a place (it comes) to me in dreams
where fires die but light still shines for us to see

would God bless a murder of the innocents?
would God bless a war based on pride?
would God bless a money-hungry government? no.

would God bless our ineffective court system?
God bless the sweatshops we run.
would God bless Amerika?
God bless Amerika."

RISE AGAINST - "Red, White and Blue"

Life swims by in a blur, waiting to live - waiting to finally breathe in her arms during those few short hours at the twilight of the week.
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(no subject) [Mar. 30th, 2005|10:56 am]
[mood |bouncybouncy]
[music |Happy Birthday Baby Jesus - Remix]

Happy almost Birthday Meghan!!! April the 3rd isn't long away now!

The upside is that in few days you can go drinking down in the U.S. now, a fufillment of a lifetime dream, I know.

The Countdown Begins...
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Family... [Feb. 3rd, 2005|10:16 pm]
I wonder why the bonds of family are considered to be so strong. Does blood have anything to do with loyalty. Nothing against my immediate family (I love them with all I am), but through my life I have realized that the old adage that "no matter who comes or goes, family will always be there" doesn't hold much water.

I feel that the loss of a friend or someone close to you can impact you in the same way the loss of a family member does. I get out of exams because my great aunt died but if my friend died I wouldn't necessarily. Is it more a factor of the time, moments and level of emotions we feel for eachother, rather than sharing of genetic material? The idea of blood or traditional family may be an antiquated notion. My love for my own family is not because they are my blood but what they have done for me, the times we shared and helped each other; especially the times we forgave when it wasn't deserved. Might we not have these things, possibly in greater proportions with others?

We all may be hurt or pushed away from our traditional family, but if one understands them to be simply other, fallible human beings who we happen to have a deep, close relationship with, the pain of the rejection is cast into a importantly different light. Maybe its best to spread your own net of those close to you widely and choose carefully who they are, that way you are able to control, though in a small way, those people whose opinions, love and compassion have play a foundational role in your life.

Anyways, please excuse this late night rant, it probably doesn't make any sense. When I'm of sound mind I'll edit it :)

In peace and struggle.
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Me and Meghan! [Jan. 23rd, 2005|09:03 pm]

Back in September

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One peacefuly, snowfilled Saturday night in January [Jan. 23rd, 2005|07:45 pm]
I had a really great time with a dear, close friend of mine last night. A night of tranquility and smiles that was such a welcome break to a long week.

No matter how much you think you know someone, it's always such a priviledge when you can learn just a little more. To glimpse, one more time, into even one corner of their personality and life, allows you learn something new and come to appreciate them all the more.

In the midst of a snow laden and bitterly cold night, the conversation (and a few shots of Tequila) sustained our souls into the early morning hours.

The best times are so often not planned at all, they give you a glimpse of light in an otherwise darkening existence.

I'll count myself lucky, few people can even hope to share in the wealth and embrace of your friendship.

Here's to you, all that you have done for me and for the hope of many more nights like that to come.
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(no subject) [Jan. 21st, 2005|12:06 am]
Pull the covers over my head and
shut out the screams that resonate
though my frame.

I won't, I can't.
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It's a little cold. [Jan. 20th, 2005|07:05 pm]
After a rigorous, mind numbing lecture on sovereign immunity in International Law I went outside of Sid Smith for a bit of sustenance.

There was only one hot dog stand left, one out of a usual five that line St. George preying on depressed and undernourished poli sci students.

The proprietor of the lone stand stood huddled against a small propane heater. She looked at me with undisguised hate as my request for a veggie dog would mean she would have to move from her one position of comfort. The $2.25 hardly seemed enough to compensate.

It took me five minutes to chip away a couple of iced olives from the cube. The relish was a solid mass, a complete no go.

The mustard and mayo were unrelenting.

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Strange Pets... [Jan. 19th, 2005|11:39 pm]
My little hedgehog, Camus, is pissed off at me right now. She can be such a little devil some times. She crapped on the hinge of the cage, exactly where I always have to put my finger.

She is completely litter trained, so you know that her "suprabox shits" are carefully planned statements. No joke, and they smell like "feet" according to a reliable source (you know who you are).

When she is out running around on my desk and doesn't like the band playing she'll run across the keyboard, an action which always puts my computer in "standby" mode.

She hates NOFX and Rise Against.
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