| Moltov TelevisionI |
[May. 23rd, 2005|01:28 pm] |
I just had a dream that I was in Iraq at some kid of public
address. Iraq government officials were in big white fancy
suits. The kind that the pope wears. Hundreds of iraqis
were there watching. The pope officials were speaking from inside
of this heavy chain fence. The began saying things that really
upset the iraqis. I was sitting behind the officials in the fence
on a couch watching tv with Melanie. I told her that shit was
about to get ugly. I asked her if she was hungry and she said
that she was. Just then the iraqis started throwing things.
No explosives or anything mainly bottles cans and tennis shoes. I
went to look what was in the fridge that just happened to be out there
right in the open beside the leather couch and the tv behind the
fence that the iraqi officials were speaking in. I couldn't find
anything but a 30 pound frozen turkey. I asked Melanie if she
wanted to share some with me and she said that she would if I made
it. The directions for cooking the entire turkey told me that it
would take hours of preparation. So I decided to just cut off a
couple pounds worth and try that. Then I sat back down and we
watched something on TV about how Maculay Culkin and his brothers have
been getting plastic surgery for years. I remember asking the
rhetorical question "How much more plaster does that kid need on his
face?" out loud. I woke up hungry.
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| Lovin Livin , dropping out of the 3rd grade and joining the circus |
[May. 19th, 2005|03:39 am] |
I cant begin to explain the extent of this kid's retardation.
To the most beautiful girl I’ve ever came to know,
I can simply say through time I have fallen in love with all that you are to me. When I sit here on this couch..and I know that this style that I see beautiful here with you…is where I was meant to end up. All that you live and the visions I see through you when I look into your gorgeous eyes will always stay the same. Wherever I am to end up…it will be you I will always carry in with me. All that I know I have came to see again…I will live to tell to others I come along. On the streets…doing the only thing left that’s left to love. It’s almost sad to these others I sat here and told tonight..but it’s only true. I do wish before when we had always spoke those dream words we did…almost as if we’ve lived together all our lives when we live…and dream. You were always there in some way. In some shape of something beautifull…you were the piece that had always shined. And that you always will be to me. I see you stand and sit next to him,” cutie pants”…and I see what you see in him. As I told the others when I sat here…The way he lives with great joking words is the way I think I had lived before I came across to see all that I do. And I wish I still had it in me and lived it the way I did before…and I probably always will. I just don’t recognize it when it happens. But the others around me do. I wish it was you who I could come around and live the way I say I am suppose to. And that it would have…if sooner I could have came over to this place and stayed with you. And hold you…and whisper in your ears while we lay next to each other…all that you are to me. Atleast right now…while you sleep with him…you can close your eyes and not feel alone anymore. Even without me or not…you’ll always be fine. Happy….wherever and however you live…whoever you’re to be with. Don’t forget all I’ve ever told you. Nothing has ever been denied…or lied of be me. And it never would. When I get that tattoo of the drawing I did a long time ago….that took up most of a paper that I sketched all that was who I am….when I have it on my arm and look at it when I deny my ownself…you’ll be what brings myself back. One day…no matter how long from now….I’ll find you again. A girl had once told me…no matter how long it would ever take….50---60…100 years…if love is really believed then it would wait that long. And if that’s how long it’d take..I’d still see in your eyes when I die. And I’ll go away only knowing what beautiful is through my eyes…wherever I am to live and however…it’s simply all you are. I always said to you…of nights we could lay on your couch in this little perfect place…and watch those movies we had told each other of that could bring together all I could see. And through you. Live beautiful Lindsey. You will even when you deny it in yourself. If he or any other tells you any differently..I’ll always be within you to tell you who you are. This of what I say of you…is only true. I feel covered in myself to atleast know I have lived it again. Just not able to hold you. But it’s alright…and it will all go on. If not in this life….and I wish when I find myself complete again….I could find you and we’d live as always said. And it’d be fine. When I leave this place if I dream…I don’t know what I’d live. Just live what you see with him..if that’s what you are going to wish. You’ll be fine. You….I have missed..and will always miss. Until I find myself…and you. I think really…I believe I am myself now. Just grown into what it is over time. And now deny what I see myself living as because I know how it use to seem to come off to others. I don’t really believe I will ever go back to how I use to think I lived. But I’ll always have it with me wherever I am. Listen to this CD I have left you..through these songs…are all I see of you..and all I think I feel of myself. The last few songs..are probably what I feel when I’m with my close friends in the real part of the city doing what we love. And the Madonna song is between me and my good friend fronnie. We always end up going out there singing that before we skate..heh. I think that is all I will ever be able to live and know I love. Is skateboarding. I’ve just always wished it was a lot more than that. Through A real love that carries gorgeous eyes….and a heart picked mind. That shines. You’ll always……..know. Sleep beautiful tonight, Lindsey. And dream gorgeous….that I know you will. And you’re next to him. I’ll miss you. Peace to all you live…and love for all you are through me.
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| My Poor Friend John Kerry |
[Nov. 4th, 2004|02:28 pm] |
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I had this dream yesterday afternoon while I was taking a nap after work. It began inside of a church that I dream about occasionally. Tay and I were together inside of it walking around. We were convinced that it was completely empty so we decided to have our walk around the place and see what fun we could have. The place was really dark and smelled like bibles. While in the middle of what ever shenanigans we were getting into we ran into a familiar kid who asked us if we wanted to buy any drugs. We declined because we were just having too much fun lurking around the seemingly empty church. Right after we ran into the kid we noticed a girl messing with the circuit breaker. We freaked out, scared that we would get caught ran. After we thought we were safe a man came out of nowhere to confront us. He grabbed us and said "We had some by the name of Splinter call in and report that you two were in here selling drugs." It then dawned on me that the kid that we had run into earlier was none other than Mike bequette. In the dream I made the connection that Splinter was just another name for Rat Boy which is a name I had given him months before while writing in my LJ. The man told us that we were in a lot of trouble and the authorities were on their way. The "Authorities" turned out to be this woman with blonde hair and a business suit. She had people with her but she was the only one that talked to us. She sat us down and kept accusing us of all of these things that we hadn’t even done. Suddenly we were in front of a studio audience and they were all there to hear her interrogation of us. Soon she just began ridiculing us out of no where. I remember her telling me that all that I did all day was play video games. I replied "That's not true. I mean, I like video games but I hardly play them anymore." That’s when the audience busted out laughing at me. I remember imagining playing music for all of them and shutting them all up. The dream took a strange turn when I ended up back at my apartment. One that doesn’t exist in reality but Tay was still my roommate. Some girl came in and I remember not wanting to be there anymore. She was just someone that I really didn’t want to be around. She was there to see Tay anyways so I decided to leave. I walked outside and left the apartment. It was nighttime out and it was really pretty. At this point I realized that the city I was living in was Boston and everything looked so gorgeous. I ended up walking right alongside the harbor. Eventually I recognize someone walking the opposite way as me. When I realize that I know the person I walk up to him and it turns out to be John Kerry. The look on his face is enough to make me almost cry. He looks so sad I almost have a hard time figuring out what to say to him. He eventually says hello and it just feels like we have known each other forever. It felt like he was a big brother or an uncle that I look up to. He asked me what I had done today and I told him about me and Tay going into the church and having a good time. He smiled for a second and that’s when I started to tell him how sorry I was that he had lost the election. I told him about how much I wanted him to be our new president and just what a great guy I thought he was. That’s when he started to cry. He picked me up and hugged me three times, my feet coming off of the ground each time because he was just so much taller and stronger than me. The whole time he just kept telling me how sorry he was for letting us down. All I could do was just tell him that he did his best and that everyone appreciated his effort. I decided to walk home with him. Along the walk home he hugged me again and then started to try and kiss me. At that point I realize how absolutely drunk he was. I didn’t let me bother me too much because I just understood how confused and upset he was so I walked him all the way home. When we to his house, which happened to be a few block from my own, his daughter was there waiting for him and we laid him down to rest. She thanked me for helping him and smiled at me. I remember her being really cute. We tried to lie him down on two chairs pushed together. It looked really uncomfortable. He started to talk about how much he wishes that he could go back to every city that he went to and apologize. Then he finally nodded off. I walked home and when I got there Tay was the girl I didn’t like and this time she was even more annoying than before. When I saw him I said "You wont believe who I was just with" he didn’t respond so I just told him "John Kerry" He didn’t even look at me and just said “that’s cool”. He was just too busy paying attention to the girl to understand what I was telling him. I went into the kitchen to get something to drink from the fridge when I could hear Tay's friend ask him "Why does your roommate wear shirts that don’t fit him. He's so fat." Tay agreed and said that he didn’t know. I turned around and I scowled at the bitch and told her that I liked the way that my shirts fit me |
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| Gradius III will put have wearing depends 30 years early |
[Oct. 27th, 2004|01:35 am] |
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| | Dungen | ] |
Savannah came over tonight with her keyboard and we ended up having a nice productive little band practice. Ben's presence was missed but Savannah managed to work out the whole first song with us. Afterwards Tomo showed up and we ended up getting totally engulfed in the staggering addiction that is Gradius III. I challenge anyone to beat this game without cheating. I'll pay to see it. The odds of beating this game are about as good as seeing two midgets having sex, harnessed to each other doing cartwheels. |
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| (no subject) |
[Oct. 26th, 2004|12:11 pm] |
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The interenet is now up and running at fort pinata |
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| Fun to be around |
[Aug. 19th, 2004|06:09 pm] |
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| | American Football | ] |
I spent yesterday hanging out with Tay. We went and put our deposit down on our new house. If we wanted to we could be in the house in no less than a week but I think that we might wait untill the end of the month just so we can tie some things up. Electricity deposit and safety money. Stuff like that. We get our choice of two house. They are both two bedrooms and not even a block apart form each other. One of them is at 218 Rutledge and the other is at 119 Spring. The house at spring has free water but we have yet to be inside of it and check it out. Either way I think I will be happy. Later in the night Melanie came downtown and brought Elyse. Her Tay Bryan and I went to T-Bones and ate. Bryan orderd cheese fries. When he got down to about 2 potato chunks he noticed that there was something very strange and green in his food. After heavy inspection from the entire table we decided that it must be mold. When we went to pay for our food Bryan told the waitress about the green stuff. After looking at it she decided that it might be a crayon. Bryan was a bit relieved about it not being mold but I couldnt get over the fact that the waitress thought that it was crayon. The manager came back to our table a few minutes later and told us that it was just a soggy tortilla chip. He was still happy to give Bryan his food for free. I got home a little while later and went right to sleep. The whole night I had really excellent dreams. In the dream all of my friends were throwing me this huge party. The occasion was that it was my half birthday. The whole dream I felt great because everyone treated me so well and I felt like a celebrity. Now I am watching professional pool. |
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| Prophecy? |
[Aug. 16th, 2004|05:12 pm] |
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| | Maniacal | ] |
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| | The Futureheads | ] |
Last night I had this twisted dream. In it Savannah and I were the leaders of this posse. For some reason N'SYNC were there where our posse was meeting. Everyone in the posse kept talking about how much that they wanted N'SYNC to die. Everyone was talking about ti but no one seemed to have the guts to tell them to thier face. I decided that I would take the responsibilty of telling them that everyone wanted them dead. I stepped up to a bald Justin Timberlake and began my blinding barrage of reasons for my groups hatred for him and what he stands for. After letting it all out I became really calm and just listend to his stance on the matter. Apparently he didn't want us to hate him. He explained that he and his group were not humans, rather half alien half human. He told me how hard it was being inbtween and that the Aliens hated them just as much as the pure humans did. His speech was harrowing but I wasn't sympathetic. Then he pulled of parts of his face to show me parts of his alien body. Soon after that the pure Aliens that he mentioned appeard in pure grumsome slime regailia. They had weapons and were after Justin and they gang and didnt seem to have a problem with killing us either. Savannah and I fled. Our posse had only crude bow and arrows to defend themselves against the highly advanced alien army. Luckily the both of us were to find some sort of cacoon and we hid. All of our friends must have been killed but atleast they took out N'SYNC while they were at it. It was just the two of us left on an empty planet with no more half alien half faggot boy bands left in the world. We were happy. |
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| Longest Post in Bohemian History |
[Aug. 15th, 2004|09:50 pm] |
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| | Bangladesh | ] |
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| | Fiery Furnaces | ] |
This weekend was a blast. Kevin Taylor's exhibit was really amazing. I ended up meeting a lot of really interesting new people and drank a lot of wine. After the people started to leave the show the people that I did know there decided to go to a party on 693 King where we met up with everyone else. Everyone there was good and drunk and having a good time. The kids who lived there had drums and a guitar set up. I decided to start playing and a kid I hadn’t met before started playing drums. He wasn’t very good but It didn’t really bother me much. I guess people started to get a little bored with the drummer so they started yelling for Richie to play. After finishing his drink he stepped up and we began our improvisational spiral through a bout of heavy sludge and metal slop. The guitar only had 4 strings left on it but I did the best I could with what I had. Soon people started to really get into it and crowd around. Bryan and mike were behind me screaming at the top of their lungs along with the music and soon people started jumping and around and grinding meat. After we played for about 30 min we decided we had sufficiently rocked the place so we were in desperate need of a beer. Afterwards everyone kept telling me how much they enjoyed us playing and asked us to do it again sometimes soon. Ritchie told me that he would really be interested in doing a completely improv set the next show that he played. Jon Crienton seemed to be thinking the same thing. We'll have to see how it turns out but I love to see it happen. After the party at King we found out about some party at 22 Felix. It was one of those new condos they just finished. The girls who lived there were super stuck up and preppy. Apparently just one girls mom had paid for the place. On arrival she made us take off our shoes. Apparently the intense responsibility of a keg party at her new place took hold and she asked us to leave. We didn’t. Soon she decided that if she were to leave then maybe everyone else would or maybe she thought that leaving would help her to forget what she had gotten herself into. Some of the kids I was with decided that she wouldn’t be needing the keg so they stole it. They brought it to 62 Reid where there was no one there to let us in. I decided to leave after 20 min of standing around. I went by Rose lane to see Zac And Bones. zac happened to be walking down the street headed to Humphrey Court where Bacon Josh and Thomas had just moved in. A few people were there and drunk. I started to get a headache so I convinced Zac to come with me to Dave's Seafood where I was able to grab a fish sandwich before they closed. I ended up staying at Zac's place and the next day went with Savannah to Reid to get my TV. Her Bones and I walked around a little bit just looking at the rubble that was left. Savannah looked down at her ankle and started to freak out and swatting at her leg saying that she had fleas all over her. I figured that she was just being a girl and freaking out so I kept milling around and eventually grabbed the TV and put it in her car. 2 seconds after leaving the house I looked down at my pants and noticed that I was absolutely covered in fleas. I got her to stop and I jumped out and started franticly dusting my self off. After I felt that I had gotten them all off we headed back to Rose to drop off the TV and the random other stuff of mine that I had found still there. We pulled over on Line and parked. A black cop and a white cop were standing around on the corner. The white cop noticed that Savannah was carrying a street sign that I was given a few months ago and he sternly asked her where she had gotten it. She didn’t know what to say seeing as how it wasn’t hers so I told him that it was given to me. He then asked me what kind of sign it was and I told him that it was a crime watch sign. That’s when he broke his furrowed brow and laughed a bit and said "If you stand on this corner for ten minutes you'll see at least 10 crimes already in progress" and laughed. We forcefully laughed and uneasily kept walking. After dropping off the the tv we decided to go to Wail’s Seafood, home of the world famous bean pie. I was really interested in seeing for myself what made this been pie so famous, so I asked for an order. The lady there told me that she didn’t have any ready and that it was usually made later in the day. I ordered a burger and a drink and Savannah ordered some onion rings and a drink. Before the order was ready she told me that she had found some bean pie from yesterday and gave it to me for free. The total for both of us was 4.50. What a deal. I was even happier about it when I realized that I was most likely going to be moving no more than half a block from the place. Afterwards I spent about 2 hours listening to cds and reading magazines in Millennium and about another hour at 52.5. While I was there I ran into my old roommate Mike Lane and his girl friend Lisa. Yesterday was their 5th anniversary and they had gotten a hotel downtown to celebrate. We talked for a long time about music, life, clowns, ect. I left 52.5 and went to the Smoking lamp where I hung out with Bones. I decided that I was tired and would just go home half an hour later. When my dad got there he told me tay had called. I called him back and decided that I wasn’t ready to go home and relax after all. He and Melanie picked me up soon after and we headed downtown after I ate a few corn dogs. We heard about a party on 62 Reid and ended up being among the first people to get there. Soon enough more people showed and the usual drunk horseplay ensued. The highlight of the night was when some guys showed up with bags of dry ice and just tossed them all over the ground outside. The floor started to become consumed with pillowey white smoke and suddenly the party was more exciting. People began picking it up and juggling it and throwing it at each other. One girl even put a bunch of it in a cup of water and it created this really cool cauldron effect. After the dry ice ran out my head started to hurt and I luckily was able to find a ride back to James Island where I made a sandwich and went to sleep. |
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| Waking Life |
[Aug. 13th, 2004|06:44 pm] |
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| | The Shins | ] |
I was having this dream that I was at some sort of really bad knock-off Chuck E. Cheese with my Dad, brother and sister. The place was really small. Couldnt have been more than 100 x 200 feet. There was some really junky ass game in the back. The type that you have to throw something through a hole and hit a marker. This thing was practically shot and stuff was falling apart inside of it. Some guy was already playing it when I got to it and he sucked. The object that you had to throw was this rubber mask. When he walked away I decided to take my shot at it. I tried it a few times and hit a few buttons and got a ticket or two. Then I just decided to say screw it and I fit myself through the hole and tried to just start pushing the buttons as fast as I could. I remember that when I first went to press a button with my bare hand that it had some kind of electric current running through it. I assumed that they electrified the buttons to prevent people like me from ripping off the machine. So to avoid getting shocked I put the mask on my head ad just started hitting the buttons with my head. I remember thinking it was a sweet idea because if someone who worked there showed up they wouldnt know who I was. After pushing the buttons enough I got out and decided to go see how well I had made out with in ticketts. I get to the ticket dispenser and my little sister is there already and she is taking all of the tickets. I get on to her at first and tell her that the ticketts were mine and we should atleast share them. She refused stating that they were hers. It didn't really bother me all that much but I sitll felt a little gipped so I told her I was pissed. She then reminded me about how that she had bought me that Michael Moore movie (My sister never bought me a Michael Moore movie in real life and I the dream I was convinced she had done nothing of the sort) So I owed it to her. Thats when I picked her up by the head to show her I was a little mad. I remember hearing her neck crack and her freaking out a lot. I noticed that she was still in a brace so I felt t a little bad about it but she was ok. So after she collected the ticketts we went next door to the place that you could redeem a prize for your ticketts. Josh came with us. In the dream II was convicned that I had been here before so I noticed that place was different since the last time I was there. I noticed that the little glass box where the usual prizes had been before, were gone. So we walked a little bit farther into the place which was almost exactly the same size as the game area next door. Two people were working there, a guy and a girl. Both in thier late 30's. They told us that the lady who used to operate the prize box had been let go. The rest of the place was like some kind of sports card collection store/bar. It had little mini bats and baseballs hanging from strings everywhere. I remember josh looking at one of the balls and saying, "Hey you guys, I think Im gonna get one of these for my room." For which i responded, "Dude, dont buy one of those you dont even PLAY baseball." He kind of shrugged it off. I guess eh toom my adivce. I also noticed a that they had tons of these miniature ceramic mugs everywhere. Suddenly the owners started to tell us about how that thier place is the hang out for all the rockstars. I picked up two mini bats and started to air drum and they started to break out into song and jump around. I woke up to my dad handing me the telephone. It was Caroline. She was in Athens and had found some a bin full of random second hand photos of who knows what for 15 cents. She is said it made her think of me. I started to tell her about the dream and she asked me if they had the Baseball helments that you could order ice cream. If everygirl that I knew had a memory for the little stuff like that I woul have to stop watching Country Music Television. |
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| SLOP Dig-a-Dee DAWG |
[Aug. 11th, 2004|03:16 pm] |
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| | The Good Life | ] |
Last night's show was nothing short of Ridiculous. Japanther canceled for unknown reasons. Brady's band played. The Fluffy Scrumptious? They were pretty absurd, Wigs, mohaks and such. David and some really drunk guy stole the stage with thier impromptu version of something really indescribable. Drunk guy set up his little collection of effects processors and a mic. At the same time David was hammering out a barrage of staggeringly drunk bass riffs. A young lady about 6 ft emerged from the crowd to get behind the drums. I thought, "Could this be some shining monet? What if this girl turned out to be the most mazing drummer I had ever heard. Will her 3 footlong dreadlocks turn into an arsenal of drumsticks with minds of thier own." All those aspirations were shot when she began her simple patter on the snare. After that little gem I noticed Jason Slade walking up and I asked him how his trip went. He had some really neat stories from Iceland and lots and lots of really gorgeous pictures. Apparently he had met some really awesome guys who let him stay with him in New York after getting back from Iceland and he's decided to move there in a month. He told me that if I wanted to come to New York sometime to visit that I could stay with him. Righteous. Kevin Taylor's two peice, Death Cheetah, went on next. They didnt sound as good as when I had seen them on Wed at the Village tavern but I still enjoyed it. A really drunk guy apparently kept trying to scream into kevin's mic so Kevin had no choice to shove him off. Drunk assailant spilled beer on one of Kevin's effect processors and he was pissed. so the show was over. A horde of strangers were left over tending to the keg. I went to see Eric and Jon's new place. It was really nice. I read this really sweet article in the post and courier about the life of Kevin Taylor. The whole time while reading it I just kept thinking, "All of this just completley coincides with the description of a sagittarius." Low and behold Kevin was Born Dec 12 1972. The article was really well written and it made me want to go to his art exihibition on the 27th at his studio on King Street. I ended up staying at Zac and Bones Place. When I woke up I walked around with Zac untill he had to work. I bought The Good Life's "Album of the Year" and ran into Matt Perry. He apparently had a great time in Chicago and has an improve show coming up for only 5 bux. Im there. My dad picked me up and now I am ready to play some mother fucking frisbee golf. |
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| (no subject) |
[Aug. 8th, 2004|12:23 pm] |
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| [ | music |
| | Fiery Funaces - Gallowsbird's Bark | ] |
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Napoleon Dynamite was gold. Best Parental Guidance movie I have ever seen. Someone argued Hook owns that spot and I smited them. I just figured out the girl that played Deb in the movie, Tina Majorino, was in this movie I had seen as a kid called Andre. If you dont remember the moie the plot went to the tune of something like, young girl befriends a seal and must go out of her way to save him. Andre could give hive fives and whistle at hunnies. As for Tina, she has a black belt in Tang Soo Do. That of course is the spine crushing art of making orange drink. The guy who played Pedro in the film, Efren Ramirez, was in a movie called King Cobra. Pat Morita aka Mr.Miyagi is a mian character in King Cobra. The plot out line is as follows. Mutated snake escapes from a laboratory...It's biting time! Also Tagline: Don't mess with mother nature! Efren was also in a little gem called Kazzam playing a young mexican named Carlos. Upon further inspection of Mr. Ramirez's file I discoverd a chilling photo of him hugging Paris Hilton. Haylie Duff, the girl who played Summer, turns out to be Hillary Duff's sister. Gross. The woman who plays Lafawnduh goes by the name of Shondrella. Yipes! |
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| Go! Go! Satanic braineating zord summoners of the black abyss. God hates your power animal. |
[Aug. 7th, 2004|03:46 pm] |
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BIBLICAL WORLD VIEW |
NEW-AGE (occult) WORLD
VIEW |
God is holy,
all-seeing, all-powerful and eternal. |
The main god-like
person, Zordon, is an all-seeing master-mind shaped by human
imagination. |
God alone can save the
earth--and show us how to fit into His plan. |
The Power Rangers save
the world by invoking their designated animal power. |
God is the source of
all power. He gives His children strength to carry out His plans.
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The Rangers manipulate power through
mind control, magic symbols and fetishes: crystals, swords, rings...
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Believers enter into
their new identity and eternal life by faith in Jesus, the "Bread of
Life." |
Rangers are initiated
into their new identity and powers through an occult ritual using the
"Sword of Life" |
Christians dedicate
their lives to God. |
"I dedicated my whole
life to the study of martial arts," says the White Ranger. |
Christians overcome
Satan by God's Word and power. |
The Rangers overcome
evil by manipulating occult powers. |
God promises power and protection to those who trust and follow
Christ. |
Zordon promises that "the power will always be with
you and protect you." |
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| Safe untill the Last Drop |
[Aug. 5th, 2004|12:37 pm] |
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Last night I Tay came over to pick me up for the Cex show early. We decided to go to down town for an hour or so and we ended up at Ankit and Zac's new place. It's a really cool place. Their land lord is far out because he gave them they key to the place and they havent even signed the lease. Bones and AShley were there when we showed up. Tay and I did our best to entertain ourselves by singing the Duck Tails theme really loud and making fun of Corey Haime. Cassandra showed up and hung out for a while. She told us about how "The Jesus Dude" tried to convert her after asking her if she had accepted Jesus Christ as her savior. It was good to see her. She was apparently still living in the same hous eon Ashe st. Which was right down the road from Bone's and Zac's. Those guys need a name for thier house. Like the Slop Shop or THE MACHINE. Something cool so you dont have to say both names. There is also a really lovely black abyss in the wall there. I looked into it and a goblin gnome told me I would die in a phone booth. Everyone should consult the black abyss by thier accord. Brandon and Christopher a little later after the abyss and we made fun of them. Big mistake. Both of them turned into these monstrous slop eating creatures. Beast Kris loped little ashley head off. I was scared. Apparently not scared enough to still go to the show though! The door man checked my id like it had crack in it and he was a drug dog. You have to see my ID to understand. It's legit and all its just that it looks like it's been through lucifer's laundry. I'll have to scan it before I get a new one. Plenty of interesting acquaintances were there to greet before the show. Corey was there but not for long. I guess that he tried to wash his X's off because I didnt see him the rest of the night. The first band that played was a two peice with Kevin Taylor. I forget thier name. Something to do with Panther's. They sounded really good and heavy. Rocking just enough to make 3 babies cry. The next Band was called Make - Believe which consisted of ex members of CapnJazz. These guys were great. Really fast paced obscure math rock. The lead singer was really funny.....acting. His stage prescence was reminiscent of a retarded child with A.D.H.D. and his mom had long forgotten his rittalin. He also had to use two hand to push his hair to one side. Why? After they played I threw down on some old school atari games. My favortie game was Mr. DO! Cex and posse took the stage. Faces painted. Slop Dog's cocked. 3 drum sets strewn about the stage. And the sucking ensued. Imagine some aboriginal yokule pressing buttons very seldomly while thre other three other monkey's played never ending drum solos from the pits of boredom. I really dont know how to put it. That decription might not do it justice because it was worse than that. Thankfully the fat bald man pointed to his wrist watch because I was starting to feel a tear coming on. |
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| Brave New World? |
[Jul. 31st, 2004|01:22 pm] |
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| | Fiona Apple | ] |
I had this crazy dream last night where I was in this futuristic delievery room in a hospital. I remember seeing what looked like an un opend placenta on the operating table and a small portable crane attached to it. The crane had Microsoft inscribed on it. Soon after some people eneterd the room and a really strange looking babay was standing on the operating table. The Microsoft crane broke off of the placenta and it opend up and a really scary looking baby emerged. The baby that was standing on the table helped the new born out of the sack and they walked away while the new born was screaming. Am I loosing my mind? |
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| Orcish Fodder, Eat My Wind. |
[Jul. 29th, 2004|06:19 pm] |
I spent most of the day working on an elaborate mixed cd and played Finaly Fantasy. I'm a level 10 Tarutaru black mage! Woo Hoo! I found out today that the crazy ass black woman that I was supposed to be renting a house from decided to rent it out to someone else. I should have known. The crazy bitch refused to let me put the deposit on the place to hold it for me. Oh well. I'm sure it just wasnt meant to be. I may just end up saving up enough to get my own place. That could be nice and it could also end up to be really boring. Caroline called me today and we talked about her date with 4 foriegners and a bottle of fresh pimp juice. I bet she's having a zainy good time. I bought a new album a few days ago on a whim. I liked the cover art and asked Tom if he hadheard it. He said he hadn't and asked me if I wanted a listen. Of course I couldnt resist. After listening to it enough I decided that I liked it enough to buy it. What do they sound like? Imagine Low, The American Analog Set, L´Altra or Mazzy Star in the tailing wind of a tequila hangover, simmering under Spanish dusk. Fucking gorgeous. The lyrics this woman writes are absolutley mesmerizing. It's all in portuguise making it all the more enchanting. I'll end this entry will the lyrics from one of the songs on the album.
ON THE ESPLANADE
Only the wind persists in this neighborhood; sprouting from the spaces between tiles, combing the vacant lots.
The wind, that curdles our blood, that tears the leaves off of trees, that lays out gray hair over the esplanade,
on every factory closed down, on every crane without words.
The wind, that is borne from the ground, at noon, and wisps around that chimney
that someone that someone’s keeping as a token of better days.
The wind, that gives us this weak and eternal frost,
that one by one it pulls us,
pins us
to this corner where, in the end, there’s no way in hell to get warm. |
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[Jul. 25th, 2004|10:18 am] |
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Someone please tell me how J-Lo squeezed her way into my dreams! |
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| babys are not salt shakers |
[Jul. 21st, 2004|09:51 pm] |
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| | Yakked | ] |
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| | Q and not U | ] |
I went to the hospital today with Kim and Melissa to see Tay and Melanie's new born babe. Her name is Marion Elyse McNabb and she is infact adorable. Such a calm baby too. This thing didn't make a peep the whole time we were there. We all sat around and watched two great episodes of Seinfeld. We laughed the whole time and the baby still didn't cry once. It was wearing a minature thug beanie I thought it was sweet. Afterwards we went to Fizzolis and ate fresh Yak.
I really want to get a bird. I used to have two parakeets and I really liked them. I think it would be sweet to get something like a cocateal or a love bird for the new house. I would name it something cool like Lavar or Burt. Yes that would be nice. Birds. |
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