Marijuanaville

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2009-05-26T13:45:48Z

"What is it my dear?"

"Ah, how can we bear it?"

"Bear what?"

"This, For so short a time. How can we sleep this time away?"

"We can be quiet together, and pretend -- since it is only the beginning -- that we have all the time in the world."

"And every day we shall have less. And then none."

"Would you rather, therefore, have had nothing at all?"

"No. This is where I have always been coming to. Since my time began. And when I go away from here, this will be the mid-point, to which everything ran, before, and from which everything will run. But now, my love, we are here, we are now, and those other times are running elsewhere."

Heart Shaped Box

2009-04-23T16:15:51Z

To Boddah

Speakings from the tongue of an experienced simpleton who obviously would rather be an emasculated, infantile complainee. This note should be pretty easy to understand. All the warnings from the Punk Rock 101 Courses over the years, it's my first introduction to the, shall we say ethics involved with independence and the embracement of your community has been proven to be very true. I haven't felt the excitement of listening to, as well as creating music, along with really writing something for too many years now.I feel guilty beyond words about these things, for example when we're backstage and the lights go out and the manic roar of the crowd begins. It doesn't affect me in the way which it did for Freddie Mercury, who seemed to love and relish the love and admiration from the crowd, which is something I totally admire and envy. The fact is, I can't fool you, any of you. It simply isn't fair to you, or to me. The worst crime can think of would be to pull people off by faking it, pretending as if I'm having one 100% fun. Sometimes I feel as though I should have a punch-in time clock before I walk out on-stage. I've tried everything within my power to appreciate it, and I do, God believe me, I do, but it's not enough. I appreciate the fact that I, and we, have affected, and entertained a lot of people. I must be one of the narcisists who only appreciate things when they're alone. I'm too sensitive, I need to be slightly numb in order to regain the enthusiasm.But, what's sad is our child. On our last three tours, I've had a much betterappreciation of all the people I've known personally, and as fans of our music. But I still can't get out the frustration, the guilt, and the sympathy I have for everybody. There is good in all of us, and I simply love people too much. So much that it makes me feel too fucking sad. The sad little sensitive unappreciative pisces Jesus man! why don't you just enjoy it? I dont know! I have a of a wife who sweats ambition and empathy, and a daughter who reminds me to much of what I use to be. full of love and joy, every person she meets because everyone is good and will do her no harm. And that terrifies me to the point to where I can barely function. I can't stand the thought of Frances becoming the miserable self destructive, deathrocker she'll become. I have it good, very good, and I'm grateful, but since the age of seven, I've become hateful towards all humans in general. Only because it seems so easy for people to get along and have empathy. Empathy only because I love and feel for people too much I guess. Thank you from the pit of my burning nauseas stomach for your letters and concern during the last years. I'm too much of a neurotic moody person and I don't have the passion anymore, so remember, it's better to burn out, than to fade away. Peace, love, empathy, Kurt Cobain.

Frances and Courtney, I'll be at your altar. Please keep going Courtney for Frances for her life which will be so much happier without me. I LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOU!

TMYS,AMYQ.

2009-02-15T16:50:00Z

AHAHAHAHAHAH

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Stationery,Stationary?

2008-10-29T08:24:27Z

Pencils dance around the fire in praise and worship of the permanence of ink and the finality of its outcome on paper that is beyond a pencil's comprehension but they'll never understand irreversibilty, permanence or eternity. They speak of a forever they do not know about. The pens do not understand the insurmountable passion, unconditional love and the amazing capacity for forgiveness the divine erasers have for the errors and misplaced lines of the pencils, a result of the nature of spontaneity of the leaden ones that is so much desired by he regimented felt tips who have no room for error. The erasers are aware that with each further act of forgiving and forgetting it takes abit out of themselves but hell a little sacrifice never hurt anybody. The pencils represent pragmatism while the pen represents idealised notions, opposite ends of the spectrum when they really should have been closer.

HAHAHAHAHA NOW THATS A THOUGHT HAHAHAHA

The Beautiful Letdown

2008-07-20T15:37:03Z

memento vivere

Atom Heart Mother

2008-07-15T13:38:48Z

"If"

If I were a swan, I'd be gone.
If I were a train, I'd be late.
And if I were a good man, I'd talk with you more often than I do.
If I were to sleep, I could dream.
If I were afraid, I could hide.
If I go insane, please don't put your wires in my brain.
If I were the moon, I'd be cool.
If I were a rule, I would bend.
If I were a good man, I'd understand the spaces between friends.
If I were alone, I would cry.
And if I were with you, I'd be home and dry.
And if I go insane, will you still let me join in with the game?
If I were a swan, I'd be gone.
If I were a train, I'd be late again.
If I were a good man, I'd talk to you more often than I do.

Everybody Nose

2008-07-12T13:16:33Z

The sleep of reason produces monsters

White Elephant

2008-06-25T13:15:53Z

S-league and J-league can kiss my ass

A Hard Day's Night

2008-06-14T14:33:12Z

Damn you French bastards

Ziggy Stardust

2008-05-29T15:20:25Z

There's a starman waiting in the sky
He'd like to come and meet us
But he thinks he'd blow our minds
There's a starman waiting in the sky
He's told us not to blow it
Cause he knows it's all worthwhile
He told me:
Let the children lose it
Let the children use it
Let all the children boogie.

HOPE IT DANGLES ON A STRING

2008-04-27T15:19:15Z

Lord,Im not asking for much,ive been good lately. I know there are gonna be some tough times in my life and i guess the time has come,a trying time, so all Im asking, please oh please saviour, show me the light. Guide me through this trying 90 minutes of my life, and I'll visit you at your house of the holy, so please please let there be 0 goals in the villa-everton game so i can get my hands on that cash

MAN im fucking HAPPY

2008-03-26T15:46:28Z

Man smells like teen spirit and then tears in heaven? Thats a fucking audio orgasm kids.

HA

2008-03-23T05:43:34Z

Mannnn as gay as this sounds One Tree Hill is nice shit

Delifuckers

2008-03-16T15:02:05Z

Man the service at delifrance sucks ass bad, the fucking putas took half an hour to get a basket of wedges and forgot the dip, dipshits. When it came to the bill, it took a MIND-BLOWING 10 seconds, and we were largely ignored throughout the meal. Beat those bitches with the baguettes, their deathclock is fucking striking midnight

Sleep Now In The Fire

2008-03-16T14:09:07Z

Man, sunburnt aint tight nor right but the dome is gangsta

Young Folks

2008-03-05T13:18:14Z

mannnn I got to learn the MELBOURNE SHUFFLE

Mother Mary Comes To Me

2008-01-05T17:42:56Z

I love drunken singing

The End

2007-12-30T21:13:54Z

The End-The Doors

FUCKING NICE SONG AND ITS FUCKING 5AM HAHA.

This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end

Of our elaborate plans, the end
Of everything that stands, the end
No safety or surprise, the end
I'll never look into your eyes...again

Can you picture what will be
So limitless and free
Desperately in need...of some...stranger's hand
In a...desperate land

Lost in a Roman...wilderness of pain
And all the children are insane
All the children are insane
Waiting for the summer rain, yeah

There's danger on the edge of town
Ride the King's highway, baby
Weird scenes inside the gold mine
Ride the highway west, baby

Ride the snake, ride the snake
To the lake, the ancient lake, baby
The snake is long, seven miles
Ride the snake...he's old, and his skin is cold

The west is the best
The west is the best
Get here, and we'll do the rest

The blue bus is callin' us
The blue bus is callin' us
Driver, where you taken' us

The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on
He took a face from the ancient gallery
And he walked on down the hall
He went into the room where his sister lived, and...then he
Paid a visit to his brother, and then he
He walked on down the hall, and
And he came to a door...and he looked inside
Father, yes son, I want to kill you
Mother...I want to...fuck you

C'mon baby, take a chance with us
C'mon baby, take a chance with us
C'mon baby, take a chance with us
And meet me at the back of the blue bus
Doin' a blue rock
On a blue bus
Doin' a blue rock
C'mon, yeah

Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill

This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end

It hurts to set you free
But you'll never follow me
The end of laughter and soft lies
The end of nights we tried to die

This is the end

Listen Through The Cemetery Trees.

2007-11-05T17:16:43Z

Fate my friend,
You say the strangest things
I find, sometimes.

She Builds Quick Machines.

2007-07-16T13:47:31Z

RULES OF THE GAME:
Each player of the game starts off with ten weird things or habits or known facts about yourself. People who get tagged must write it in a blog of their own ten weird things or habits or little known facts as well as state this rule clearly. At the end you must choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. No tag backs!

ONE: Floyd is the reason why Waldo is hiding.

TWO: When Floyd does division, there are no remainders.

THREE: Floyd once rode a bull, and nine months later it had a calf

FOUR: Floyd knows the last digit of pi.

FIVE: Floyd can divide by zero.

SIX: Floyd does not love Raymond.

SEVEN: Some people get lucky and kill two birds with one stone. Floyd once killed four birds with half a stone. What's that? You say there's no such thing as half a stone? The four dead birds didn't think so either.

EIGHT: Floyd CAN in fact stop the beat.

NINE: Floyd once challenged Lance Armstrong in a "Who has more testicles?" contest. Floyd won by 5.

TEN: Floyd always knows the EXACT location of Carmen SanDiego

The Will To Death.

2007-06-12T15:08:15Z

Well the devil's standing tall at the top of the hill,
Pointing down his fork and betraying your will.

To Record Only Water For Ten Days.

2007-06-09T19:03:25Z

The greatest labour saving device of today, Tomorrow.

Ten to butter blood voodoo.

2007-06-06T18:06:50Z

Jasmine created this for me. Thanks Liao you kit kat kit kat kitten,you're the kicks.

THINGS TO DO AT NIGEL'S CHALET..

1. Snake power Daniel with Ben where the sun dont shine so that he'll feel that his crotch(?????) has been glued to a building on fire.
2. Burn, let the motherfucker burn.
3. Savour the blood on my neck of success.
4. Snake powder Daniel again.

OH! Love's coming back in 10 hours, gotta greet her with a smile from the streets she holds.

and open that canned crab voodoo shit i bought.