| Stay 3 feet from the water. |
[Feb. 24th, 2009|02:34 am] |
So I live in chilly ass Gainesville FL now. Finally moved out, and subsequently moved in to a low rent single couch surf situation. But I think it's alright because my roommates don't seem to mind me and my empty wallet. Not SO empty though as I made a hearty contribution - ~800cc's - of plasma today to the good folks at Biotest. 20$ for 6 hours = $3.33 an hour = not bad ;). And 40$ pending my visit Wednesday - which I wouldn't miss for the world. I'm only using hyphens because the 9 key on my keyboard went flying into oblivion the first week I was here after a liquid incident. I can press it in with a cigarette filter but I am much to lazy to go looking for one at the moment. I got a job ever so briefly at Jimmy Johns - they make subs - and was subsequently subject to some schedule shenanigans resulting in false claims of "no call, no show" by a pasty northwestern manager. Well I guess I'll mosey in some time and chuck my shirt over the counter and demand they compensate me for my 4 shifts. Days now are filled with Documentaries, Greg-a-longs*, Beer, Pot, and did I mention Documentaries? I'm in a limbo of sorts waiting for the final piece of the disciplinary report pie in hopes of being enrolled sometime this year at SFCC, seeking unskilled labor positions in my spare time. Hannah - greg's ex but still friend - took me to see a series of short films that got my creative urges churning. I have seen enough shorts to make my own I suppose - there could be a claymation thing on the horizon.
Biking the Hawthorne is awesome, but stopping at the various outposts and nature walks is the sweet pale icing on my sanguine velvet baked dessert. I love being able to bike ten minutes to observe with my stoned sleep encrusted eyes the beautiful bison eating water vegetation.
I have been smoking tooooo many cigs, but the alcohol consumption rate has drastically decreased. So there!
I miss my friends in Fo Town, and I miss old friends that live here in Gainesville as well, but I am painfully aware of the correlation between forging new relationships and focusing on the stimuli that leave you feeling truly saturated - in a good way. Things have run their course and I wouldn't have it any other way, but goddammit can we go out for a beer and talk about a movie we all have seen?
Conversation is hard and getting harder with a lot of people I rub elbows with. Mostly my lack of fulfillment in the everyday keeping me from sustaining conversations past "Yeah Liquid Swords IS a great album". If only I had something to say - I feel I come off quite the introvert.
And then there is Kaylie Birdsall. Whom I miss and love but cannot be with. That's as much as I'd have the public know!
Sweet dreams babe.
* a greg-a-long is a series of hours where you accompany greg linne on his errands, social dates, volunteer shifts, spontaneous publix trips, hawthorne rides, park outings, and spliff induced super mario brother stints.
Oh I almost forgot - today we spent several hours in Shams ER with Matt Flanagan who's elbow is severely lacking in places following a two wheel blowout with the most indecisive of pedestrians. He was in decent spirts especially after they hit him with a scrip and some take home samples. It wasn't the drugs but the SHAMS that comforted him I'm sure, but I like to project. |
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| estranged with the culture |
[Jun. 25th, 2008|02:13 pm] |
LEAVE ME ALONE! with your Cadillacs and your Materialism and your Elitism and your Facism and your isms 4 5 and 6. I wake up from end-of-the-world dreams every night and the brainwashed victims of culture still scurry about like roaches. It's good to have a good time, but not at anyones expense, including your own. Sub-culture, still being culture, contains an even higher percentage of hypocrites. Take your alternative lifestyle and wipe my balls off with it. That being said, It's the middle of season and if you know what I mean then hit me up.
sex drugs and..... techno? |
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| I am confused |
[May. 18th, 2008|04:20 am] |
about what to output?
I need more input!
Give me names of books, cds, and movies!
( Whining )
now that I have typed out all my complaints, I think I will be fine. I am lonely and I miss everyone I have ever lost contact with. If you want to go on a picnic, bike ride (your bike haha), play soccer, smoke weed and talk about life, go to see live music (or any kind of performance), spend some time at the beach, watch a good movie, jam out, do arts and crafts, take lsd and look at the stars, smoke copious amounts of cigarettes over cheap coffee, go to a movie, or to a roller-rink, or bowling, cook for me or have me cook for you, have dinner w/ or without wine, watch artsy-artsy films
and smoke fancy cigarettes, go on a nature walk, go camping, fishing, or plain old exploring, or talk to someone about your day, my cell phone number is 239=9.94=3285! please ignore the symbols I am just worried about robots.
danny :)
p.s. To my new friends who I cherish very much as well: Do not take offense. I don't pretend to be friends or lie. I am just an asshole sometimes. I would not be who I am were it not for the people I have met. CONTACT ME ANYBODY haha.
goodnight internet. goodnight lj, night dudes and dudettes. |
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| Back to square 1 |
[Mar. 28th, 2008|05:30 pm] |
There is a certain strangeness that dwells within me, and within alot of people I think. It's there when you go to place you've never been with people you hardly know, or when you lose passion for something you have not been able to get your mind off of. It's the sinking feeling of knowing you would rather be with someone other then the person your seeing, combined with the comfort of having someone and the appreciation for that same person. We have all seen someone cry at a wedding, or a funeral. But what about when they cry in the supermarket, or in their cars on the way home to their family, or at a baseball game. Does that demonstrate emotional instability? Or is sadness just cyclical, destined to pop up quite inconveniently for the rest of our days here on earth? I don't know.
I have a sneaking suspicion that I have been alienating those close to me. I am sorry if anyone feels that way, as I'm sure my suspicions are quite accurate. It's not that I am not conscious of the act, but rather I feel powerless to stop it. Maybe I'm just weak-willed. I'm not quite sure.
I have once again broken video-game addiction! Yay for avoiding escapism! I should now be able to seek employment in a timely manner. I want to become more physically active, for quite a few reasons.
I can't put into words the rest of this entry, so I'll leave you with a crazy musical piece. I find it quite interesting. It's a quite recent rendition of an old song by the same band. The CD seriously trips me up.
Magma feat. Jannick Top & Klaus Blasquiz - Mekanik Kommandoh
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| Music Review |
[Jan. 23rd, 2008|11:21 pm] |
( The 3 albums I have been listening to the most, and think you might enjoy. Here we go: )
In other news Sonny' BBQ is going alright, but my sleep cycle is all fucked up, and I end up messing up all my obligations besides work. Should be going back to edison sometime in the near future. Also getting off diversion (my payments are made, community service done, She just hasn't called me to terminate me). So everything is according to plan except the insomnia. Recommend me some literature. ANYONE! What are YOU reading, and why? |
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| sometimes it's better to stay home and listen to kate bush |
[Dec. 18th, 2007|08:50 pm] |
sometimes it's not. I woke up today and it was dark again.
I don't think my aunt and uncle have anything to say to me anymore.
on another note, everything is OK because I have a new OS to distract me:
linux is love.
sudo get-apt tranquility
<3 |
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| I officially own the fucking internet |
[Dec. 1st, 2007|07:55 am] |
hands down. No questions asked. I fucking own it hardcore like you wouldn't beleive. I now have access to music beyond your imagination, at the speed of life. I own, I pwn, I fired meh laz0r. It's over.
It's oooover.
Those of you... you know who you are.... can expect motherfucking xmas presents from me in the form of invites to the most prestigious online music sharing communities in existence. Hands down.
<3 the music |
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| I can fix your computer |
[Nov. 24th, 2007|03:39 pm] |
But I can't impress you with my sense of style or taste in art. My music may not appeal to you, but that's ok because I'm sure I'll like one of your CD's.
I had thanksgiving dinner with a friend of mine, and his 60+ year old half-brother described Ft. Myers as a cultural dead zone. Fairly accurate.
I never had my own room to decorate.
All my clothes are dirty, but I hate doing laundry.
My Wishlist:
-Money to pay off Dept. Of Corrections
-Whole new warddrobe.
-To lose some kind of weight.
-Subwoofer in the regal
When did i lost control of the image I must give to other people?
I wish it hadn't stopped raining.
I wish I never had to consume to look how I want to look.
anyone want to buy me a 115$ waffle pattern hat? |
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| faux |
[Nov. 18th, 2007|04:07 pm] |
mmmmmmmmm if you want juicy bass you need look no farther then our friends in the UK. Burial - Untrue is fucking fantastic in true dubstep style, and the mary anne hobbes/kode9/burial thing on channel one is worth a listen as well.
Nobody should be complaining right now. The weather is nice, and fall is fresh. Winter is right around the corner. I break for rose scent wafters and hitchhiking taggers, along with various other undesirables.
If only they sold running shoes equipped to outrun teenage drama. I know a few people that could use a pair.
And enough with the piety.
here is to everything grey in this checkerboard life
SURPRISE! It's all in your perspective. |
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| playa fly - nobody needs nobody |
[Nov. 7th, 2007|12:24 am] |
(Playa fly)
This for you groupies who knew me
Or better yet who done crossed me
I toss a coin to your life
'cause ain't no hata gon' stop me
A quarter mile we done ran but I can keep up on feet
We platnum bound on you clowns
But still we loved on these streets
A rough rida most likely with lubricated rap tight
In it to win it the beginning and the end
Thats life
Never last cause I'm first
901 puttin' my work
I think it hurts for this verse
Stop poking me cause it hurts
Now I done took all I can my granny stays on my ass
With regulations and rules without my moms and dads
And plus my kids gotta eat thats why my freedom must speak
Gon keep me 10 toes and knees untill I'm soaked up in cheese
And to my enemies choke a slug and to my slang bang flowwers
Keep on showin love untill you next up or you catch up on the t-u-b
Cause we gon represent untill the day they bury me
(2nd verse)
This for you jacks who be hatin'
Who wanna play in my station
I land a standing ovation
Cause im down with the nation
A tay away in the shocka
Make a sucka get hotta
Fly gon do what I gotta
To melt you lemons like lobba
If you can stand like a man
then fly gon give you chance
But since you cant so flizi aint
and me a gansta a hand
We trackin trizack for track
We pop with love on our back
We wakin' shakin' mind is makin'
And we aint turnin' back
With adversarys out platnum
Fat pockets out fatten 'em
Gold and silver may be nearer
But we planin' on platnum
You pinchin' up on the strip
I pinch the blood from my lips
And fly don't dig what they done dug
But that dont mean I ain't hip
I let my enemy slip
I take advantage of error
My territory forever
With hammers cocked back with terror
Minny may mafia
with taylor baby to tough nobody needed nobody
And we aint fuckin' with cuz
So could you keep to yourself
Cause we ain't sick in no health
This playa's family and this Gangstar
All this playas got left
And I cant be sellin' them out
For a bigger car and a house
You keep that shit in your pocket cause I've been doin' with out
YOU BITCHES
Chorus:
Nobody needs nobody
all I need is me and my dog
niggas so fuck all of yall niggas
(repeat 4x)
(3rd verse)
Back nigga who it but betta I get more chettah then cheddar
I take the wu out of tang and a g-rated sounds betta
I drain more harder then draino kick you harder then Kano
Take the life out the living for all you suckas that follow
See tomorrow got more then Arab stockin' in store
I take the B out of blow so you can hit it some more
They say we vicious like this so quick to get in yo shit
And when she click on the trick
you like I'm lovin this shit
We havin' fun with this one
You see the look on my son
You know what daddy done done
Done turned some trix with some crum
I got enough on the needy
And if you like me come meet me
and if you dont, dont come to me
You might be leavin' the dump
Rack up and toughen the cut
When lil fly step on your gut
We see your facial expression
If you must lose You'll get buck
But see you all tied up and cried out
But we still dirty south fried up and bumpin out
It aint no doubt many clout what you shout ?
Hide your mouth
Playa fly gangsta B Gangsta weed and we out
And we out
I rather please you then tease you
Please dont make me decease you
I believe instead of having you dead
I rather lyrically beat you
Have you heard of the sign
And see some shame in your eye
And when you "b" hit the street
You got the shitty look now
And you cant wash it away
Cause on your face it will stay
Fly done gone off on the south
So get the fuck out my way
And flizi dusting you rascals
Who constantly giving me hassles
Graduated wit game
So to the right turn my tassal
When them playas from South Parkway
Funking smoking plenty phi
Aint no love shown but to those who down till we die
Down don't stop us
In the crowd we be rocking
A lot of place causing quakes
And many twizzles we dropping
We aint taking violations
We taking over the planet
You rather be crossing your bosses
Then fucking with a playa goddamn it
I be in it to win it before you 'bout it
Im out
And I be in to the finish
And I've been doing without
YOU BITCHES
Chorus repeat to fade |
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| When you are young and angsty |
[Oct. 31st, 2007|03:35 am] |
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| | The Knife: N.Y. Hotel + A Lung on repeat. | ] |
You might do things that you feel intentionally run "against the grain" of society. Alot of the time you are merely changing your purchasing habits and you are being sold a lifestyle. There was music, television; extensive ranges of products that promised an alternative lifestyle and a piece of the 90's alternative pie. Of course it was bs, and there is little nostalgia left there for me.
But as you get older, assuming you learn to think for yourself, it becomes harder and harder to get caught up in these marketing schemes. Your interests become to diverse for even a myriad of companies/corporate bands/brands to satisfy. There are quite a few things that end up happening, but one of them is feeling uncomfortable in your old clothes or even your skin. You don't quite know where you fit in. You may dye your hair, pierce your nose, or get a tatoo, but these things aren't always a permenent solution. NOTE: Other times these external changes are an accurate reflection of inward change. It's hard for anyone to tell the difference at first glance I think.
I don't know where I'm going with that one.
But I just want to say that I am sure the height of my sexual fantasies involves computer parts, strange facial symmetry, and sunrise. I think that the most beauty can be found in the sense of struggle or incompleteness you experience during transitional periods in your life. It feels good to feel good, and hell, sometimes it feels good to feel down; like having a good cry. But the strangest moments in life are often times the most beautiful to me.
When we were alot furrier, I'm sure mate selection had alot to do with big fists, loud noises, girth, and brute force. But now that we have evolved on a social level (to some extent hahaha) there are so many more factors. I don't want to fuck the girl in the victoria secret ads. In fact, I can't watch mainstream pornography for that very reason.
I don't want a size zero waist, with a size zero brain to match.
Beauty Standards now a days are so fuuuucking disgusting, even in niche communities and so-called counter-cultures, where "acceptance" is cited as the number one reason for belonging, despite the fact that members often have to radically modify themselves physically to "fit-in".
It seems often the biggest turn-off is an unsalvagable negative self-image. I also don't think that much is accomplished by trying to hide from the ugly world we live in. People need to change, and be willing to change.
It is hard for me to forget the hideous images of highschool social behavior, and understand that alot of the people that at one point secretly disgusted me on some level or another have grown and matured into beautiful individuals, but it is a very positive thought I am trying to get used to.
And last but not least, it is hard to have a crush on someone who doesn't know you that well, and not appear akward or forceful. :)
P.S. This may seem like a very negative post, but it feels very good to get it out. So I think the overall tone, at least when I skim through it, is indeed positive. But it may not appear so.
P.P.S. Have you ever taken emotional refuge completely in the heart of another person? When I am truly in love, and my world crumbles around me, I have the worst case of "hold me and play with my hair and tell me it will all be ok" that you could EVER imagine. That being said isn't making out/fucking after spilling your guts the most exhilerating feeling in the whole world?
P.P.P.S. Which do you prefer (on an emotional level)? SLammin ups and downs, or coasting? Sometimes being content feels greatful, but man when your up your up. Nah mean?
P.P.P.P.S Have you ever been a contributor in someones loss of innocence? It's a pretty intense turn on, on some sort of twisted level. It's like we like to share in "sin" with people we want to fuck. It's kinkier on some level. Maybe I'm alone in that one. |
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| OINK IS DEAD |
[Oct. 23rd, 2007|07:39 pm] |
A cosmic bummer occured today when the copyright-nazis arrested a guy who made a site so sweet you will never know unless you saw it.
The greatest music torrent site in existence died today.
The media is portraying it as a pay site made soley for profit and to undermine the recording industry.
I never payed a dollar.
R.I.P. Oink's Pink Palace |
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| I want to squegee my third eye |
[Oct. 18th, 2007|02:15 am] |
Recent developments have yielded promising results. Mainly:
(COMEDIAN)
Bill Hicks
(BAND)
The Knife
(BOOK)
No-Logo
(GENRE)
Dubstep. |
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| If you like electro |
[Sep. 27th, 2007|06:06 am] |
The Trifecta:
Simian Mobile Disco: Attack Delay Sustain Release
Justice: †
Digitalism: Idealism |
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| HOLY SHIT BALLZ!!! |
[Sep. 27th, 2007|05:44 am] |
Two epic album's have dub remixes by the Easy Star All-Stars:
aaand
ENJOY :)
p.s. - I don't care who you are, you gotta love the bong rips added in to Speak to Me and Money |
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| As stifling as fort myers might be to me |
[Sep. 25th, 2007|06:01 am] |
| [ | music |
| | Justice - Phantom | ] |
Life is never that bad.
A series of events occured in my life that led me down quite a rocky road. Problems with drugs first and eventually most of my friends left me looking for some sort of closure. But the result of all this struggle on my perception and personality is one I don't suppose anyone anticipated. I think it might be hard for someone on the outside looking in to comprehend, but I feel FUCKING great.
Only complaint:
There are quite a few true and good friends that have moved away. You know who you are. I miss you all something awful.
On a side note, who would you rather talk to at a small party:
a) someone who allowed themself to develop based largely on media that stimulated them.
b) someone who conciously chose to develop themself through multiple and diverse life experiences.
c) a combination of the two
I think the answer is obvious.
I NEED TO READ MORE BOOKS!
My brain is hungry.
Suggest good books. PLEASE! |
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| MSTRKRFT'd TO BRING US PLEASURE |
[Sep. 24th, 2007|08:50 pm] |
ALBUMS CURRENTLY IN REGAL ROTATION (TM)
TRIBE: MIDNIGHT MAURAUDERS/LOW END THEORY
NAS: ILLMATIC
OUTKAST: ATLIENS
MOBB DEEP: THE INFAMOUS
EPMD: STRICTLY BUISNESS
JERU THE DAMAJA: THE SUN RISES IN THE EAST
BLACK MOON: ENTA DA STAGE
GZA/GENIUS: LIQUID SWORDS
METHOD MAN: TICAL
!(NEW)!!! JUST ADDED:
BIG L: LIFESTYLZ OV DA POOR AND DANGEROUS
CAPONE N NOREAGA: THE WAR REPORT
ERIC B. AND RAKIM: FOLLOW THE LEADER
CORMEGA: THE REALNESS
KRS-ONE: KRS-ONE
M83: DIGITAL SHADES VOL. 1
MSTRKRFT: THE LOOKS
PJ HARVEY: WHITE CHALK
BEIRUT: THE FLYING CLUB CUP
ALL ALBUMS NOT IN PINK ARE GUARANTEED REAL HIP-HOP THAT WILL KEEP YOU BUMPING THROUGH THE NIGHT |
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