| Dear America, |
[16 Oct 2005|04:41pm] |
Go to:
www.google.com
And then type in the word: failure [and hit enter]
It's too ironic to be irony. But too beautiful for words.
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| Dear America, |
[20 Sep 2005|01:29am] |
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I know that everyone loves it when I talk about politics. But I saw another bumper sticker. So here I go:
I saw a bumper sticker yesterday that read: "At least I can still smoke in my car." And I would just like to thank our State Government for making her upset, and in the process making myself quite happy, even if it is just with that one issue. I am so thankful that people can't smoke in restaurants anymore. Even if I sat in the nonsmoking section, I used to be able to smell smoke. And Cigarrettes are one of the most offensive odors ever. Beating out jockstraps, buttholes, and patchouli oil. [in no particular order.] Oh, how I love eating and not having to smell that garbage. And since they serve food, House of Blues allows no smoking in their venue. I mean now they're just spoiling me!
On the topic of another bumper sticker. My friend saw a bumper sticker that had an official marine corps. emblem and read:
"United States Marine Corps.
Travel Agents to Allah"
And I said: "Wow! How very HEARTLESS! How very RACIST!"
But then I thought no, that's not the way I oughtta think. The terrorists would want me to think that.
So I tell ya, I turned that frown upside-down and said: "Wow! How very PATRIOTIC! How very.......AMERICAN!"
Just like the good 'ol G. Dubya Bush lovin', ass licker they'd want me to be!
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| Dear America, |
[15 Sep 2005|03:28am] |
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So does anyone else find it quite disturbing, how often they show that preview for The Exorcism of Emily Rose? They show it all the time, and on any random channel. They show it in the middle of the day and they remind everyone that it is "Based on a true story." Which honestly means little.
When I was young I was so afraid of things associated with the supernatural that I got obsessed and began to study it constantly. I, in one of my random books on the subject stumbled upon the original story of what supposedly "Really Happened" during the original excorcism and it bared little resemblence to the movie, which was also "Based on a true story." The story was much less intense. Almost everything was a complete fabrication. However I would imagine that the nightmares that kids are getting are quite real. I equate these sorts of things to common cruelty. I don't think the advertisements should be played during the day. And I think they should tone it down, and save the actually scary stuff for the people who come out to the theaters and willingly commit to the feature. I equate these previews to those 'Scared into religion' Hellhouses that were popularized in the 90's. I hate to be a humbugger but I think that these commercials are just offensive in general and if I were a little kid these days I know I would be losing sleep over it and it's not fair.
Sorry about that, but it's just been on my mind.
In case you missed Kanye West's comments on the how Bush is handling the situation in Louisiana, I'll post the link. He could have worded it better but the message is there. Even though he goes a bit overboard during parts. This is quite obviously due to the fact that he is using all of his will power to keep his emotions under control. Here it is:
http://negritu.de/2005/09/03/video-of-kanye-wests-criticism-of-president-bush/
Much Love,
just !an
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| Dear America, |
[27 Aug 2005|03:08am] |
A little over a week from now and we'll be recording. I'm scared.
Due to a redneck's bumper sticker that I was trying to make fun of, I now cannot stop thinking about how much I want a bumper sticker that says:
"Horn works, watch for Sphincter!" and maybe a smiley face or something.
That's all I got. Hope you are all well out there in internetland.
Much love to all.
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| Dear America, |
[19 Aug 2005|02:08pm] |
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Tonight at 9 bitches! Be there.
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| Dear America, |
[16 Aug 2005|02:30am] |
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A Gentlemen Army [my new band] is playing a FREE SHOW! This Friday at Bradenton Baptist Church. Our good friends in Problem Thomas asked us to play this show a long time ago, and we agreed whole heartedly. Then they broke up, we played our "last show" until after we get done recording. Then, to our surprise, they get back together for one show only. The show they booked with us, of course. And we couldn't say no. And whats more is, we didn't want too! They're our good friends. So we talked it over, and the rest is history. Max, if I don't see you there, I'm going crazy.
And, I heard Aubs is in town.
See ya there, Bitches!
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| Dear America, |
[09 Aug 2005|01:01am] |
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Tiger Army III and new Gorillaz |
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Hmmmm. Well, the inspiration to write tonight does not come from an inner longing to express myself. It does not come from that deep feeling inside that twinges because of my obligation to provide my wonderful readers with fresh material.
Oh, shit, yeah, it is. I look at my info page because the computer was messin' up, and I had to go there, and anyway I noticed that I lost a loyal subscriber. It made me wish that this thing had a way of finding out who it was for further inquiry as to their complaint with my posts [or lack thereof]. Hmmmmph. Oh, well.
Practice tonight= Ryan went to Dream Theater/Megadeth. Dawn was in the hospital all day with what is most likely appendicitis [Justin at her side]. So Tubbee, Kenneth, and I lay on the couches at our hot-ass warehouse and drank beers. We talked about how we couldn't get anything done on our own. Really cold beer, in a hot warehouse made me feel good for some reason. It was almost like a Calvin and Hobbes cartoon. It was really hot and I looked around at all the random stuff that the other warehouse renters leave around. I used my imagination to keep myself occupied. And as usual I made insane observations[not about the stuff per-say] to which Tubbee made his realistic and Hobbesish retorts. We're good like that. I never thought of it that way, but it's been that way since as long as I can remember.
P.S. For some reason I saw mood and immediately thought "Intangible". Then I thought, "I'm not sure I understand fully what that word might imply."[I don't know what that means] [fully anyway] So I looked it up, and surprisingly I actually do feel intangible.
Or at least my moderate understanding of the word would lead me to believe so.
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| Dear America, |
[28 Jul 2005|01:07am] |
To Whom it may concern:
You are a Rage Zombie. Infected monkeys attacked
some PETA zealots, and 28 days later, you're a
mindless raging living zombie. You never died,
but in the 20 seconds between your infection
and zombification, you wish you had. You can be
killed with surprising ease.
What kind of Zombie are you?
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| Dear America, |
[28 Jul 2005|12:43am] |
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I never post. One of thereasons for this is because I got my internet taken out. Then I moved. So now I don't really get online much. I apologize and hope to remedy this.
Some things about me:
I have been looking for a job [but not hard].
I have been reading the new harry potter [please no spoilers, as I am not yet finished.]
I have removed myself from almost everyone, almost all the time, except for my girlfriend, my new roommate, my band, farewell Verona [our brother band] and a handful of their friends.
I have been pretty much obsessed with zombies lately, and the undead in general.
I have been focusing on the business side of the band and where we're going to take things.
I don't normally post, and I don't ask people to go to our shows, really. I usually just let people know that they're going on. We're having the last Stazny show on Friday at SOUTHGATE COMMUNITY CENTER [or at least that is what I am told the location is called]. I know that all of my close friends will be there.
Then I go back into the woodwork to work on my new band that I have already been at hard at[too many *works* in one sentence] and hopefully that will come together, but it will be a bit of time before we play out as we have all decided to take it as seriously as possible, and not play out until we have many things accomplished.
The show will also feature one of our favorite bands to play with, as we purposely selected them to be the ones that we play with [as Stazny] for our final time. Our Merch will be on clearance, so everything is half price or better.
I would really like it if everyone showed up, not because of money, [I don't think we make much if any more than we would if nobody showed up] but just to see faces there to support us as we try to pursue music, hopefully as a career. Afterwards I would like to take all the eligible people out and have a drink [that might be a bit of cheery imagination though, but we'll see.]
I'm not promising the best show ever. [Especially since I don't play bass in the new band and I haven't been practicing with it] But we'll get up there and play our hearts out if you'll smile and show your love.
It would mean a lot to us. I know I can count on Max, and a handful of others. But if you know me, please show up and have a good time.
Good ol' Punk Rock. Good ol' push mosh. Fists in the air. No hate.
Thanks again. Please show the love on comments and let me know if you can go. As I get back to watching my new "Day of the Dead" DVD.
P.S. "Organize, Before They Rise!!!!!"
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| Dear America, |
[27 May 2005|12:15pm] |
Stazny is playing tonight at Faith United Methodist.
I get it, why does a completely secular band keep playing churches? Because we Fucking feel like it!
75th st NW behind the post office. North side of Manatee ave. Really easy to find with those directions. Go, and I update more later.
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| Dear America, |
[02 May 2005|10:26am] |
Aubs [absent]
Em [absent]
Mle [absent]
Max [absent]
Beasley [present]
Bizz [present]
Kenneth [absent]
Ricky [absent]
Scon [both] [little Scon was present. Big Scon was absent]
Torres [both] [both were absent]
Amber [present]
Karl [absent]
Kailey [present]
My dear friends from Eversfield [all absent]
The show at Olympia was really fun, even though in the hours leading up to the show, I suddenly got crippling stage fright. After the first song I sort of snapped out of it, and everyone just had a really good time. The band that played ahead of us were really good, and apparently had been touring for a while and told us that their record company or booking agent or something [Justin talked to them] would be really interested in us. Anyway, We're playing the EXACT SAME SHOW on Friday the thirteenth which is a week from Friday. You should all go, it's free. And this might help to make me feel a little better for all of those people with Absent written next to their names.
And to whom it may concern: Thanks for choosing me, and my band over an asshole Native American MURDERER! He slaughtered for Gold and took slaves and tortured thousands upon thousands of Native Americans during his campaign through the Southern, and the Central-Eastern United States. And if you didn't come to our show, thanks at least for skipping such a bogus celebration.
I'm just looking forward to May 21st, which is the anniversary of DeSoto's death. Now that, I'll celebrate!
Come on Friday the 13th!
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| Dear America, |
[26 Apr 2005|09:04pm] |
So I'm telling everybody. I'm telling them again and again. Please come to the show. Please contact me before the show and get tickets so that I can get money. Money, money, money That's all I'm in it for right? Seriously, who knew being in a band was so expensive? Oy. This show is going to be so much fun. I want to look out and see the coolest push mosh ever. And the only thing that should be missing is the big sweaty fat guy with no shirt on, only kids having a great time.
I'll update more, later.
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| Dear America, |
[19 Apr 2005|03:03pm] |
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Hey folks, I FINALLY got a Screen name up and running at my new residence.
it is: "kindofscriptures" so add it, bitches!
NOt much else to report except that you need to tell me to hold a ticket for you on this, and I will make sure you get one, but we make money by selling these tickets, so don't buy them from other people. Purchasing a ticket from me puts money directly into the recording fund. And the new buttons we got a few weeks ago are going to be a buck, unless you just really want one and are buckless. Otherwise, a simple smile or something will suffice. That's the best part though, we get to be the judges. The show at the Olympia is going to be freakin' sweet! Please plan on coming, and then tell your friends that it's going to be good times. I would really appreciate it if a lot of people came.
Thanks for listening folks, and thank you for all that you do for me [even if it's as simple as kindness] and all that you do for my band [as it is an artistic extension of me].
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| Dear America, |
[18 Apr 2005|01:00pm] |
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My Chemical Romance
Can lick my
Balls!!!!!!!!
The USF SUNDOME
can lick my
Balls!!!!!!!!
The eleven year old girls
with their Avril lavigne ties at a "Punk Rock" show can lick my
BALLS!!!!!!!!
The last one isn't a fabrication!
I cannot believe the
freaking show tonight. After dealing with the traffic to get into
the show, and the cops directing people around and such, we got to the
huge line at the door and had to wait as everyone ahead us, and then us
of course got searched and had the metal detectors run over and the
whatnot, we finally get into the place at 7:30. [doors were at 7]
and My Chemical Romance was already done. Finished. They
played when the doors opened and played less than thirty minutes.
I'm going to assume that this was so they could go around and do
whatever they wanted after their set. So to the guys from My
Chemical Romance: Don't let me interrupt your night. I only paid
$45 and then waited for like a month and a half for them to come, and
they played before hardly anyone was even in there. Then we
waited for about an hour before Green Day went on. So it wasn't
as if MCR couldn't have waited a bit to go on, or perhaps have played a
longer set. I would have been in there if it weren't for a lot of
stupid things. Fuck My Chemical Romance, I mean they have great
music, and I really enjoy it, but this is not the first time that they
have failed me.
And all these little girls and dude-bras, and $25
T-shirts and $50 dollar hoodies. I looked around from my shitty
seats, and noticed nothing but little girls with their dads, and guys
who look like they want to be Kanye West with their collars up and
everything. Green Day never said anything even remotely
political, they sugar coated everything they did say and all these old
people thought they were great. Teeny boppers and little Kanye's,
I have to deal with enough of those in Bradenton that I would drive an
hour to see what their crop of idiots and assholes look like! I
know the little wannabe Kanye's and it takes most of what I've got to
tolerate them. One of them was blazing in my head as I stared at
this one near us with his collar turned up, the only person on here who
may know who I am referencing is Tro-seph.
Then Green Day covered an Operation Ivy song and
everyone was puzzled and nobody knew the words except for me and
Justin. Green Day played really well, and the show itself was
cool for the most part. I was just so let down. I have payed to
see MCR twice now, and neither time have they come through. [neither
time has it been cheap either]. Unbelievable.
On the 30th of this month Stazny [my band] is playing a show at Olympia
theater. Hopefully the Muphin Chuckers will not be in attendance
so as to not mess it up [Except maybe Dustin] that kid wasn't really
mean or anything. I believe the line up will be:
NSS, Stazny, The In Crowd, and the Tri-Fives. It shall be a straight
punk rock show, and I'm looking forward to it. Please contact me,
as the only way my band is going to make any money before we go into
the studio is by selling tickets to this thing and merch as well.
So please show up and smile and have a good time. It would mean a
lot to me.
The people who have been nice to me and therefore are somewhat
obligated to be in attendance so as to not result in myself having a
broken heart are: [in no particular order]
Aubs
Em
Max
Beasley
Bizz
Kenneth
Ricky
Scon [both]
Torres [both]
Amber
Karl
Kailey
My dear friends from Eversfield
I would also appreciate my dearest 'Sanne to be there, because she still hasn't seen us, and I miss her dearly
And many, many more.
Till next time kids; Take care of your body and your body will take care of you!
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| Dear America, |
[14 Apr 2005|03:23am] |
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So here's what I'm facin':
I have this livejournal, and plenty of things to say, and quite often to say them. But I cannot. And why you ask? Because I want to say things, and some of them are troubling, and some of them are pessimistic, and some of them are mellancollie, and some of them are full of doubt and loathe, and hatred, and angst, and many other things that come to mind, and the happy chirping bird posts just don't seem worth posting. but alas, I cannot, because I still have an obligation in my previous life [not reincarnation you 'TARD] that I will somewhat maintain my function because I used to assume a leadership role for kids in middle school. [they are now in high school]
I do not know who leaked to them my information as to this silly little system of spreading one's thoughts and viewpoints but must simply post my pessimism and skepticisms on friends journals [in the form of comments] who I know that they will not read. This also, unfortunately, makes it so that a few friends receive the blunt of my critiques, and I bash their views, perhaps, harsher than I should. Generally their views are deserving of ridicule, no matter how highly I think of them as individuals. [And I do tend to love them]
A great many things that used to seem so easy are very difficult for me these days. Except for some reason, writing. I write like the wind whenever I feel like it. Unfortunately for you, I rarely feel like sharing my thoughts with the general public. But my God am I ever feeling good about my short stories that I am writing. Until next time; Floss!
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| Dear America, |
[01 Apr 2005|01:12am] |
So Stazny [my band] is playing an extremely short set, just for fun to help fill out the line up for tomorrow's show at "The Edge" or Palm Sola Bay Baptist Church if you will. We are also hoping to sell some T-shirts to help pay for the studio where we plan on recording in the next couple of weeks. You don't have to buy a shirt, it's a free show, just come and listen. If you're feelings indicate such, then tell us we suck, but at least listen.
Go down 75th st almost to cortez and the show is on the right. Pretty easy to find.
The short set we have prepared is really intense and awesome, I want people to come just o have fun.
My friend is gay! He came out, I met the dude, holy GAY GAY GAY!I support people's decisions. I support Human rights, and Homosexuals definitely fall under that category, but wow, really knocks you on your ass.
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| Dear America, |
[23 Mar 2005|12:47am] |
So things are happening and some of them are good and some of them are bad.
I often feel like I am living in an episode of Arrested Development. My whole family is crazy and in completely different ways. So if you know anything about me, you've probably heard me tell ridiculously incredible stories about them, that you would be forced to be quite skeptical of. Then you meet one or more of them and realize how insane they all are. It wasn't always like that. We used to be less insane. I spent most of my day moving large aquarium habitats and such for my brother, and I came home stinking of dead fish and saltwater. My payment, one beer for helping out. I also missed a trip to Saint Augustine that I was quite looking forward too. And huge favors such as this are expected, otherwise I get cussed out, told I'm a horrible fat, stupid, and ugly person, and that I think of only myself. [I need no confirmations] but I do not think that any of these things are true. Except for the fat one, I am starting to get a belly because I haven't been working out since I hurt my ankle. But I'm hoping to change that soon.
Although my brother insisted on getting a pitbull, which is something that almost everyone fears, his dog really is a sweetheart. She looks very intimidating though. So when I say "I hate dogs" and everyone thinks that I'm a total heartless environment and animal hater, remember that it's not true. I only hate your dog, and the dogs that you like.
I have been kind of down in the dumps about some stuff lately. Unfortunately for me it hasn't been channeled into music much lately, but we still have a lot of writing before we catch up with the amount of lyrics that I have written. So I have been channeling it into short stories and my movie script. It has been quite fulfilling if I don't end up making such a horribly depressing book by the end.
My goal for my book of short stories is that it gets published and I make money on it. No matter how much. I just want to be a paid author. I want it to inspire people in the way that overly depressing things do. It is turning out quite morbid, who knows if that's your thing or not. I want many people to read it, for them to be inspired to write many things, to live their lives and appreciate things more, and for none of them to commit suicide or hurt anyone as a result of it.
The goal that I have for my movie is big. I want people to make a big fuss over it. I'd be lying if I said that I didn't want some attention from it. But I honestly do it for more than that. I don't know how I'd make it right now if it weren't for my writing. Esp. the short stories.
The music that is in the works is quite fulfilling as well, I am fairly certain that my friends at least will enjoy it thoroughly. [hopefully others too]. Oh and I love punk rock music.
I hung out with some of the boys from eversfield the other night. They were honestly so great, the things they spoke of were, by no means complex, but they were just so humble about their approach to music that I am forced to love them. I would play with them in a heartbeat even though our musical stylings are very different indeed.
I am thinking about printing a bumper sticker idea I had recently. I may have to apply to make the slogan mine but:
"If God speaks through burning Bush's than why isn't our president on fire?"
And should I spell it Bushes or Bush's?
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| Dear America, |
[18 Feb 2005|03:00am] |
"I think, I think it such a waste.
To kill a man for closet space."
"You're beautiful... Take your time."
"Can you kill a child, 'cause I just don't know if I can.
When the most romantic thing to do is to kill another man."
My Sister is getting married on Saturday. Lots of excitement.
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| Dear America, |
[13 Feb 2005|04:14am] |
Talk about being rewarded for bad behavior. I got a free pitcher tonight because; last week, This bartender told me she'd hook me up with a bunch of free beer, if I would leave after I got into a fight at the bar. I thought she was just messing because although I didn't start the fight I certainly ended it by sticking some guy in the face with a beer mug. Because I left when she told me too, she gave me a free pitcher of my favorite beer [Newcastle].
Talk about positive feedback to the new music we've been writing, I couldn't have asked for anymore from the people we've shown it too. I can't wait to get into the studio and make it happen. I hope you guys like it as much as I do.
I also found out tonight that the PO-lice have gone a few times to the bars that I frequent looking for me, and asking for me by name. Let's hope that this doesn't mean what I think that it means. It has no connection to the mug incident. But on another occasion in which I got into trouble.
Until next time folks, know that I love you.
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| Dear America, |
[12 Feb 2005|03:52am] |
So I saw a very republican friend of mine tonight. The one my friends refer to as "The Republican". She is a huge Bill O'Reilly fan, and I asked her to share her thoughts about the recent scandal associated with her idol, taking in mind the fact that his whole stance is on ethics and morals all while holding an adulterous relationship with a woman behind his wife's back.
She said that it wasn't true.
I reminded her that tapes were presented and he paid an exorbitent amount to settle the claim and that as part of the settlement he demanded that the tapes not be leaked to the press or to anyone else.
Her reply: "Those Democrats are at it again!"
My final thoughts; actually it was two republicans doing the nasty, and a guilty asshole who doesn't practice what he preaches. Although I really wanted to hear her explain how in the world she could pin this one on the democrats, she simply wouldn't comment any further.
At this point I realize that my room is very messy and it's all those damned Democrats fault. Those mother####**'s never show up to clean my room when I want them too. And next time I go to the Dentist and he says I have a cavity I'm going to tell him to give me the most costly procedure he has to fix it, and then to send the bill to those Damned Democrats. Those people are so busy huggin' trees that they never worry about the serious issues, like protecting poor, unsympathetic, and very antagonistic men from cheating on their spouses.
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