Monday, December 04, 2006

This Fucking Video is as Metal as it gets.


Back and forth, I sway with the wind
Resolution slips away again
Right through my fingers, back into my heart
Where it's out of reach and it's in the dark
Sometimes I think I'm blind
Or I may be just paralyzed
Because the plot thickens every day
And the pieces of my puzzle keep crumblin' away
But I know, there's a picture beneath
Indecision clouds my vision
No one listens...
Because I'm somewhere in between
My love and my agony
You see, I'm somewhere in between
My life is falling to pieces
Somebody put me together
Layin' face down on the ground
My fingers in my ears to block the sound
My eyes shut tight to avoid the sight
Anticipating the end, losing the will to fight
Droplets of "yes" and "no"
In an ocean of "maybe"
From the bottom, it looks like a steep incline
From the top, another downhill slope of mine
But I know, the equilibrium's there
Indecision clouds my vision
No one listens
Because I'm somewhere in between
My love and my agony
You see, I'm somewhere in between
My life is falling to pieces
Somebody put me together

Mike Patton pwns.

You all love me.

Monday, June 19, 2006

All your base

My electronics have now completely assimilated me.

Here's proof.

I'm almost out of weed, and it's really scary. Getting drunk isn't an option, because it just makes me want to get stoned even more. But on the other hand, if I score, maybe I should get drunk. Drinking and Summer go hand in hand. Except that it's fucking gloomy and gray here. Sure, that's kvlt and all, but I want some god damn radiation.

Seriously folks; paypal button's on the left.

Tuesday, June 13, 2006

Iz mah burfday

Yeah, so my fucking birthday is tomorrow. The paypal button is to the left.

I also like stuff like this...

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That's it. I'm too cool for you all.

Wednesday, May 10, 2006

Fuck Shit Bitch

updating your blog is soooooo 2005. I'm way more hipper than that, cause I have a cellphone that's smarter than me now. Here's some pictures I took with it...

I only had 2 drinks cause I'm a wuss.

So yeah.

Thursday, April 20, 2006

My feet fucking stink

Dude, wearing dress shoes ish teh ghay. People who think that a person is more professional because their clothes cost a lot and are uncomfortable are fucking morons. The clothing I'm required to wear has no effect on how I perform at work whatsoever. I don't enjoy wearing the clothes they want me to. What does that say about me as a person? It's like a disguise. It feels dishonest and wrong. I probably wouldn't give a fuck if they just let me wear my fucking basketball shoes.

He is hater of the rotten Earth
He is the nova that will drape the sky in woe
We drink from his poisoned water
He is lord of those who dwell bound in sickness
Spitting vomit in the face of faith
Cleansing us who must atone for being weak
We drink from his poisoned water
He is the shadow cast upon those defiled

Victorious call
It will not befall
No salvation is free
Death comes beckoning thee
Encircle thee
Voices come in wind
Son of perdition
You come beckoning me

The sky embedded in the death of a nova
Effigy is seen in a second of light
No voice in the crack of his mouth
Bastard son of God

Yeah, it's some filler, but it's still some awesome fucking lyrics.

Breeding Death
Resurrection Through Carnage
Nightmares Made Flesh

If you've ever sat there and thought to yourself "Gee, I'd like to listen to some Death Metal", these albums hold just about as much validity as Morbid Angel's 'Altars of Madness', because anybody who's anybody knows that. Seriously. Check out some Bloodbath, brought to you courtesy of Metal Central, Metal Music and Information Super-Highway Road Rage.

If gay people can be a protected class, so should people with tattoos. Not tattoos of naked women and Weed leaves and your dead homie's name, and shit like that. Just the more artistic and neutral designs. Why must I hide in shame because I've chosen to add permanent ink to my flesh in visible places? I'm sorry, but taking it in the can is as much as choice you have to make as poking needles tipped with ink into your skin. And we all know buttsex is what being gay is all about.

Happy 4/20, cunts.

Thursday, April 13, 2006

Fuck a Title...

Sitting in some of the Nation's worst traffic has left me unable to communicate verbally. Xor's most recent post inspired me. What I present before you can explain me right now better than any words could.

Trent Reznor - Quake

It's not exactly NiN, but definitely merits a listen. You'll understand how I currently feel after hearing it. It's also out of print, and rather hard to find. If you don't know what to do with rar files, google is your pal :P

I don't like working. At all.

Sunday, April 02, 2006

We Got Motherfuckin' Snakes!!!!1!!

Snakes on a Plane.


That's right. For all you doubters,

Yeah, Yeah, so Tony Pierce blogged it a few weeks ago already. That's because he sold his soul for telepathic powers, and all the good shit he writes has been stolen directly from my brain. (The Stuff that sucks is still his own, mind you). That iPod belongs to ME!!!

But seriously. Snakes on a Plane is going to be the best motherfucking movie ever. EVER. I've got my fingers crossed for a cameo by Carrot Top.

Oh yeah, I'm employed again, so I'll probably be posting even less (if thats possible). It's not even a job worth blogging about. But it pays my rent, and you assholes don't. Some friends.

I'm getting stoned. Like now.

Monday, March 20, 2006

BlogMad Opens the Doors!

BlogMad has officially opened its doors and entered beta stage 2. Users can now join without being invited, and the site is giving away double credits for the next 24 hours...

The 24 hours of credits started at 4:00 PM PST, so get surfing!!!

BlogMad is totally gonna blow you away. I'm willing to bet that you can't surf 10 blogs without seeing a rave review of BlogMad, no matter what service you're using. By the end of the week, I'm expecting to see around 200 visitors a day.

Go sign up for BlogMad and get surfing while they're giving away DOUBLE CREDITS!!!!1! :P

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Sunday, March 12, 2006

"Yea, Tix"

Me and Jesus were kickboxing, like we usually do on Saturdays. I was whoopin' on him old school, like when we were back in the hood, and he was all like "Tickles, yo. Take it easy.", so I let him get a few free shots in. He still went down like a pussy.

I went on a killing spree this evening, cause someone stole all my toilet paper. When me and lil' JC were sparring, he told me "Good job bringing in the beer, Tix. At least they didn't get that." And I was like, "Oh huh." and he knew what was up. He said that maybe instead of beating on him so tough, maybe I should take my agression out on mortals, and I thought that sounded like a good idea. When Jesus says go kill people, you do it.

After the fight, me and Jesus smoked some meth out of a lightbulb, cause that's how he likes to get down. He left his smokes at Heaven, so he had to cruise to the store to get some more, and I told him I'd just catch him next weekend, and then he borrowed $6 off of me to get the smokes.

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