Sunday, September 28, 2003
blahg
Catchy, eh?
I wonder if I should write a memoir. My life's dramatic enough. If it isn't, I'm overdramatic enough to make it interesting.
Catchy, eh?
I wonder if I should write a memoir. My life's dramatic enough. If it isn't, I'm overdramatic enough to make it interesting.
Thursday, September 25, 2003
Getaway
I've never seen the West Coast before, at least not while happy
Feel the ocean air clean my pores, from days much more scrappy
The sun makes you warmer to the touch, you feel great no matter what
With you in reach I forget so much, you can smooth out every rut
Forget the world for a couple of days
But don't really feel like running away
Just long enough for things to die away
I just need you to be my getaway
I've never seen the West Coast before, at least not while happy
Feel the ocean air clean my pores, from days much more scrappy
The sun makes you warmer to the touch, you feel great no matter what
With you in reach I forget so much, you can smooth out every rut
Forget the world for a couple of days
But don't really feel like running away
Just long enough for things to die away
I just need you to be my getaway
Tuesday, September 23, 2003
A New Approach
Parents Especially Mine Don't Apperceive Shit
Parentheses Expontent Multiplication Division Addition Subtraction
Apperceive is the only word that fit. It means know.
Parents Especially Mine Don't Apperceive Shit
Parentheses Expontent Multiplication Division Addition Subtraction
Apperceive is the only word that fit. It means know.
Thursday, September 18, 2003
Well, I finally got around to it. This is the beginning of my novel. Not the epic I tell everyone about, but along the same story line, I guess. This is still in progress and should be getting updated frequently. There has been no grammatical editing(damn word processor is a piece of shit), but that shouldn't be a problem.
P.O.V.
Charlie's View Point
1
Finally.
After everything, it’s all so perfect.
The day started out pretty hectic. Joe and I had a lot to take care of. And believe me, when we said a lot it meant reconstruction almost. Apparently, there was some prick holding out on us. We couldn’t keep control of our intramural activities. On top of all that, my girlfriend left me. Very cliche-ish, don’t you think? I wake up this morning and come down to take care of the kids. Well, I don’t exactly “come down” considering that the kids don’t live downstairs and that there is no second story. I might be a drug dealer loaded with cash, but I am modest.
I take care of the kids every day because I want to make sure my kids love me when they grow up and I get to stay out of a home as long as possible. It helps build our bond with each other, I guess. I learn what they do when they lie, they learn what I do when I lie, and so on and so forth. I usually wake them up and help them get dressed, starting from the youngest to the oldest. After everyone's clothed, I take them to the kitchen. There my lovely significant other has their breakfast cooked. Chorizo and bean burritos. We have to keep the bowel movements regular, you know. Every morning, I never get tired of the kimono robe I bought her for her first Mother's Day, with the note attached that said, "When you want to stop being Mommy and want to start being a hot Mamma."
There are six rugrats in all. Ten months in between each of them. Almost like clockwork, but what can I say. We're Mexican, so that means we have the "Can't Stop Fucking" gene that rabbits have. I love all of them to death. I love my girlfriend more than anything else. It's just that, again as a Mexican, I'm obligated to never marry her. I know that living this way will never break the stereotype that we are positioned in. I have to have my hair as short as a chihuahuas.
Why? Because it looks badass. Fuck the whites who try to stereotype everyone. They do it just to have the upper hand. You would think that after raping the Aztecs and the rest of the Americas of all the gold, silver, and any other valuable resource it has that they would be smug at the top, but it isn't. Why not throw in death, disease, and heck just for the fun of it slavery? Not to mention dirty looks, discrimination, and forced into shitty jobs with shittier wages until we took control of the majority and demanded equalopportunityy and affirmative action. I guess the blacks are more to credit for getting those two, but fuck the blacks, too. Always complaining about the hell of slavery. Hey, we had it too and a lot earlier than any of you did. Blacks got themselves into slavery, anyways. Slaves were prisoners of war that AFRICAN kings sold to the Portuguese and the groups looking to buy later. So, never say the white man brought you down. You dug your graves. The fucking niggers didn't even try to get themselves out of it. The WHITES saved your asses in the Civil War. We tried to fight back, at least. Guns were too much for us, but of course that made it all the more fair. I mean, the Spanish were thousands of miles away up against millions of Indians. They had to have some kind of a handicap and disease wasn't enough to make it even. We had TWO mother fucking revolutions. We kicked Spain's ass, with some help from the French. Then what happens? The smelly bastards stab us in the back and throw us farther down into the inescapable, black hole of poverty. We yet again kick some ass because we are fighters for freedom. Unlike the god damn niggers.
Anyways, my kids are the greatest thing that ever happened to me.
P.O.V.
Charlie's View Point
1
Finally.
After everything, it’s all so perfect.
The day started out pretty hectic. Joe and I had a lot to take care of. And believe me, when we said a lot it meant reconstruction almost. Apparently, there was some prick holding out on us. We couldn’t keep control of our intramural activities. On top of all that, my girlfriend left me. Very cliche-ish, don’t you think? I wake up this morning and come down to take care of the kids. Well, I don’t exactly “come down” considering that the kids don’t live downstairs and that there is no second story. I might be a drug dealer loaded with cash, but I am modest.
I take care of the kids every day because I want to make sure my kids love me when they grow up and I get to stay out of a home as long as possible. It helps build our bond with each other, I guess. I learn what they do when they lie, they learn what I do when I lie, and so on and so forth. I usually wake them up and help them get dressed, starting from the youngest to the oldest. After everyone's clothed, I take them to the kitchen. There my lovely significant other has their breakfast cooked. Chorizo and bean burritos. We have to keep the bowel movements regular, you know. Every morning, I never get tired of the kimono robe I bought her for her first Mother's Day, with the note attached that said, "When you want to stop being Mommy and want to start being a hot Mamma."
There are six rugrats in all. Ten months in between each of them. Almost like clockwork, but what can I say. We're Mexican, so that means we have the "Can't Stop Fucking" gene that rabbits have. I love all of them to death. I love my girlfriend more than anything else. It's just that, again as a Mexican, I'm obligated to never marry her. I know that living this way will never break the stereotype that we are positioned in. I have to have my hair as short as a chihuahuas.
Why? Because it looks badass. Fuck the whites who try to stereotype everyone. They do it just to have the upper hand. You would think that after raping the Aztecs and the rest of the Americas of all the gold, silver, and any other valuable resource it has that they would be smug at the top, but it isn't. Why not throw in death, disease, and heck just for the fun of it slavery? Not to mention dirty looks, discrimination, and forced into shitty jobs with shittier wages until we took control of the majority and demanded equalopportunityy and affirmative action. I guess the blacks are more to credit for getting those two, but fuck the blacks, too. Always complaining about the hell of slavery. Hey, we had it too and a lot earlier than any of you did. Blacks got themselves into slavery, anyways. Slaves were prisoners of war that AFRICAN kings sold to the Portuguese and the groups looking to buy later. So, never say the white man brought you down. You dug your graves. The fucking niggers didn't even try to get themselves out of it. The WHITES saved your asses in the Civil War. We tried to fight back, at least. Guns were too much for us, but of course that made it all the more fair. I mean, the Spanish were thousands of miles away up against millions of Indians. They had to have some kind of a handicap and disease wasn't enough to make it even. We had TWO mother fucking revolutions. We kicked Spain's ass, with some help from the French. Then what happens? The smelly bastards stab us in the back and throw us farther down into the inescapable, black hole of poverty. We yet again kick some ass because we are fighters for freedom. Unlike the god damn niggers.
Anyways, my kids are the greatest thing that ever happened to me.
Monday, September 15, 2003
If only
If only I could run faster, I could get away from here.
If only I could get away from here, you wouldn't be near.
If only you weren't near, I'd have no fear.
If only I had no fear, I wouldn't strain to hear
If only I wouldn't strain to hear, normal friends would not steer clear.
If only normals friends would not steer clear, I would not cry a tear.
If I don't want to cry, I better start running.
Your face digs itself into my brain,
I feel mangled but show no pain,
So still you claw deeper,
and kill the gate's keeper,
The problems that don't hide,
Fuck around on the outside,
These demons will never leave station,
Even if I destroy the nation,
Kill the problem at the source,
Get rid of you by force,
I can't believe I cared for you,
And maybe at one time you loved me too,
Now both hearts are cold and blue,
And the time has come Lord how true,
This hour we have come upon,
And Death is searching for someone,
At this point I don't care,
Cause Earth was never fair,
And because your help,
I somehow blame myself.
If only I could run faster, I could get away from here.
If only I could get away from here, you wouldn't be near.
If only you weren't near, I'd have no fear.
If only I had no fear, I wouldn't strain to hear
If only I wouldn't strain to hear, normal friends would not steer clear.
If only normals friends would not steer clear, I would not cry a tear.
If I don't want to cry, I better start running.
Your face digs itself into my brain,
I feel mangled but show no pain,
So still you claw deeper,
and kill the gate's keeper,
The problems that don't hide,
Fuck around on the outside,
These demons will never leave station,
Even if I destroy the nation,
Kill the problem at the source,
Get rid of you by force,
I can't believe I cared for you,
And maybe at one time you loved me too,
Now both hearts are cold and blue,
And the time has come Lord how true,
This hour we have come upon,
And Death is searching for someone,
At this point I don't care,
Cause Earth was never fair,
And because your help,
I somehow blame myself.
Sunday, September 14, 2003
Yet Another Untitled
Don't know why I'm sitting by the phone,
Cause I know that you're not home,
You're at my house over here,
But too far to be near,
You're buried in the backyard,
Next to Jesus and Santa Claus,
You died on that imminent day,
I remember everything you had to say,
I try to cleanse my memory,
Grease it away with gluttony,
Try to put it to rest with exhaustion,
but when I close my eyes I see each motion,
I hated you when you said good bye,
Wanted to let you know what it's like to cry,
I wish that we could be happy,
Or at least that God's hand would touch me,
For now I sit here thinking of you,
You're encompassing every thought is closer to truth,
I want to forget all of it,
but your dark wave is my blanket,
Somehow keeping me alive,
Yet not warm enough to really live.
Don't know why I'm sitting by the phone,
Cause I know that you're not home,
You're at my house over here,
But too far to be near,
You're buried in the backyard,
Next to Jesus and Santa Claus,
You died on that imminent day,
I remember everything you had to say,
I try to cleanse my memory,
Grease it away with gluttony,
Try to put it to rest with exhaustion,
but when I close my eyes I see each motion,
I hated you when you said good bye,
Wanted to let you know what it's like to cry,
I wish that we could be happy,
Or at least that God's hand would touch me,
For now I sit here thinking of you,
You're encompassing every thought is closer to truth,
I want to forget all of it,
but your dark wave is my blanket,
Somehow keeping me alive,
Yet not warm enough to really live.
Suitable title, I guess.
Gotcha Good
I'm walking towards your window, I'm waiting for you below,
I just wanted to let you know, that I'm not your freak show,
I'm not a puppet in your inane games, Not a toy to be broken like all the same,
It's not right to call me lame, More along the lines of insane,
I can only think of the good I've caused
I noticed that you never bothered to pause
I've been staring and looking and looking and staring
and I've seen that there is no shred of caring
FOR ME!!!!
I'm looking around inside, wondering where you might hide
It pains to watch you take a ride, When it's all through I'll have his hide
I kept all your notes, they worked as patches to keep afloat
My hopes and dreams on a sinking boat, now I burn them as I slit your throat
Gotcha Good
I'm walking towards your window, I'm waiting for you below,
I just wanted to let you know, that I'm not your freak show,
I'm not a puppet in your inane games, Not a toy to be broken like all the same,
It's not right to call me lame, More along the lines of insane,
I can only think of the good I've caused
I noticed that you never bothered to pause
I've been staring and looking and looking and staring
and I've seen that there is no shred of caring
FOR ME!!!!
I'm looking around inside, wondering where you might hide
It pains to watch you take a ride, When it's all through I'll have his hide
I kept all your notes, they worked as patches to keep afloat
My hopes and dreams on a sinking boat, now I burn them as I slit your throat
Friday, September 12, 2003
Another Untitled
When you say good night, you probably wish it was goodbye.
Hoping there wouldn't be another time when you would see me and sigh.
I KNOW you wish I'd just die
No time wasted to cry
I was always neglected so you were Oh so rich
Death is the only thing you ever supported me in bitch
It all ends so crappy
We could have been so happy
If you had just given me
Some L-O-V-E
Imagine if I wanted to hug you
And maybe say "I love you"
You watched me crash
And burn into Ash
I'm burning I'm dying
While you are flying
Up there on Cloud Number 9
Couldn't give me any time
If I told you that I didn't want to go on
You'd probably say so long and load The Gun
I can't stand the thought of you around
At least not while I'm above ground
But I'm going down
Homeward bound
When you say good night, you probably wish it was goodbye.
Hoping there wouldn't be another time when you would see me and sigh.
I KNOW you wish I'd just die
No time wasted to cry
I was always neglected so you were Oh so rich
Death is the only thing you ever supported me in bitch
It all ends so crappy
We could have been so happy
If you had just given me
Some L-O-V-E
Imagine if I wanted to hug you
And maybe say "I love you"
You watched me crash
And burn into Ash
I'm burning I'm dying
While you are flying
Up there on Cloud Number 9
Couldn't give me any time
If I told you that I didn't want to go on
You'd probably say so long and load The Gun
I can't stand the thought of you around
At least not while I'm above ground
But I'm going down
Homeward bound
This was written by my friend, Stephanie.
Obtuse Recluse
I thought you promised
for my own suprise,
I didn't want it wrapped
on a box with more lies.
It's never gonna come, is it?
I'll just sit here and wait,
Even if I do get it,
You'll always be too late.
I'll be your asinine,
I promise I won't turn keen.
Why is it gone now?
It won't come, I know,
But I'll sit here and wait,
I'll get my hopes up tomorrow.
It's never gonna come, is it?
I'll just sit here and wait,
Even if I do get it,
You'll always be too late.
Yeah, I'm your obtuse recluse,
If you promise your promises will hold this noose.
Obtuse Recluse
I thought you promised
for my own suprise,
I didn't want it wrapped
on a box with more lies.
It's never gonna come, is it?
I'll just sit here and wait,
Even if I do get it,
You'll always be too late.
I'll be your asinine,
I promise I won't turn keen.
Why is it gone now?
It won't come, I know,
But I'll sit here and wait,
I'll get my hopes up tomorrow.
It's never gonna come, is it?
I'll just sit here and wait,
Even if I do get it,
You'll always be too late.
Yeah, I'm your obtuse recluse,
If you promise your promises will hold this noose.
Thursday, September 04, 2003
Just a Thought
In one of the newer songs by Good Charlotte, they talk about fakes having nothing to say in the industry. This is completely different from Good Charlotte's attitude, though. They've got thought-provoking songs about boys and girls. Great job guys. Fight the power.
In one of the newer songs by Good Charlotte, they talk about fakes having nothing to say in the industry. This is completely different from Good Charlotte's attitude, though. They've got thought-provoking songs about boys and girls. Great job guys. Fight the power.
not just a clever title, this work is still in progress
!!Unfinished!!
I know what the happy people know
Don't hide you feelings make a big show
See someone worse your nose should turn up
Someone better? Say they're stuck up
See the person next to you, do it just like they do,
Happier than you ever knew, monkey see monkey do,
!!Unfinished!!
I know what the happy people know
Don't hide you feelings make a big show
See someone worse your nose should turn up
Someone better? Say they're stuck up
See the person next to you, do it just like they do,
Happier than you ever knew, monkey see monkey do,
Tuesday, September 02, 2003
The very first ever
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#1
If you're there God
Take away this life, End all of this strife,
Put my soul to rest, Let it settle with the best,
Ripping through my chest and brain, 1 million tons of pain,
God I hate this, Please just make this,
All go away, and I may,
Believe in you, if you get me through,
To another side, Where I don't have to hide,
All my feelings, For now I'm kneeling,
Begging for Death, To rip one through my chest,
I have this desire, My heart is on fire,
To fulfill this dream, And finish the scheme,
Take me to a place, Of serenity and peace,
Let me have a chance, To have one dance,
On the floor in the sky, Always playing my,
Favorite song, Feeling of the bong,
Singing my name, My favorite game,
Played 24/7, This would be heaven,
Where I want to be, please take me,
Why can't you see, This is my plea,
My cry for help, Just think of yourself,
You help no one, But still are the chosen one
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#1
If you're there God
Take away this life, End all of this strife,
Put my soul to rest, Let it settle with the best,
Ripping through my chest and brain, 1 million tons of pain,
God I hate this, Please just make this,
All go away, and I may,
Believe in you, if you get me through,
To another side, Where I don't have to hide,
All my feelings, For now I'm kneeling,
Begging for Death, To rip one through my chest,
I have this desire, My heart is on fire,
To fulfill this dream, And finish the scheme,
Take me to a place, Of serenity and peace,
Let me have a chance, To have one dance,
On the floor in the sky, Always playing my,
Favorite song, Feeling of the bong,
Singing my name, My favorite game,
Played 24/7, This would be heaven,
Where I want to be, please take me,
Why can't you see, This is my plea,
My cry for help, Just think of yourself,
You help no one, But still are the chosen one
Monday, September 01, 2003
Just a Thought
If Muslims want their own nation, why do they come here?
If Muslims want their own nation, why do they come here?
Untitled(If I were retarded, I'd make it a contest to name this.)
Been left alone, Way too long
Out of the rain, Soaking in pain
It intensifies, I can't live or die
I'm already headed down the hill
Right now I'll seek release from a pill
As long as I get out of here
Isolation I'd love so dear
I'll never get through this
Oh God I can't do this
I'm getting sick of this rain
I'm getting sick in this rain (of you)
This rain keeps any light from coming through
If there's even any coming from you
Then someone took my hand showed me the way
Showed me the light showed me the day
Rescue's coming, Don't stop coming
Keep coming, Keep coming, Keep coming, Keep coming
Keep coming, Keep coming, Keep coming, Keep coming
Please stay, make my day
Today is dog day, D-day ok?
Another time you turn around, Another time for me to frown
Another big let down, Another time I drown
Been left alone, Way too long
Out of the rain, Soaking in pain
It intensifies, I can't live or die
I'm already headed down the hill
Right now I'll seek release from a pill
As long as I get out of here
Isolation I'd love so dear
I'll never get through this
Oh God I can't do this
I'm getting sick of this rain
I'm getting sick in this rain (of you)
This rain keeps any light from coming through
If there's even any coming from you
Then someone took my hand showed me the way
Showed me the light showed me the day
Rescue's coming, Don't stop coming
Keep coming, Keep coming, Keep coming, Keep coming
Keep coming, Keep coming, Keep coming, Keep coming
Please stay, make my day
Today is dog day, D-day ok?
Another time you turn around, Another time for me to frown
Another big let down, Another time I drown
