Well jaka_bassist tagged me so I'm supposed tuh say why I'm a dork.
There needn't be a list here, I'm simply a dork 'cause I'm too damned stoned to remember shit.

Remember to Drag the Waters. If you don't know what the means in this sense...then you're fucking stupid. But what the hell do I care.

uhhh I don't remember any names so whoever comments first i'll tag.
SO YA BETTER WATCH OUT!!!!

Can’t you see I’m easily bothered by persistence
One step from lashing out at you...
You want in to get under my skin
And call yourself a friend
I’ve got more friends like you
What do I do?

is there no standard anymore?
What it takes, who I am, where I’ve been
Belong
You can’t be something you’re not
Be yourself, by yourself
Stay away from me
A lesson learned in life
Known from the dawn of time

respect, walk

Run your mouth when I’m not around
It’s easy to achieve
You cry to weak friends that sympathize
Can you hear the violins playing you song?
Those same friends tell me your every word

respect, walk

(walk on home...)

Are you talking to me?
No way punk


**Someday I hope to be performing this very song. I'm even using it in my writting class because I think it would be a good piece to dissect. I find this song to be very true to situations going on in my life at the moment, so disciples- enjoy!

Hello to all my lovely disciples! Well uh...I guess I'm going to carry on with my life. If I don't come back well uh...just remember to keep the peace (when needed.)

Btw y'all, I would loved to have personally gotten stoned with each and everyone of you guys.

Hey how's everyone doing? No that is not a rhetorical question. I really do care.







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HIPPIE LOVE

A bout of deep depression.
Can't seem to move it forward.
My lying eyes lie awake.
Not sure what I am after.
I never died before.
Can't live what happened yesterday.
I never stoned the crow, no.
Flip through endless stories.
A life of hand-written pain.
No one can share this hurt that is mine, mine, mine.
I never died before.
Can't be what happened yesterday.
I shouldn't stone the crow, no.
Ride on!
Same old city, same old pain.
No matter how I try,
No matter what I say,
I'm blamed, I'm shamed,
I'm judged unfairly.
So now I've died before.
It feels as bad as yesterday.
I never stoned the crow, no.
You too have died before.
It's more than less of yesterday.
I never stoned the crow, stoned the crow, no, no.

Thanks to Lisa, I give to you a pic of George Harrison.
If anyone can can correctly guess who his twin brother is... you win a prize!!

Hello my sheep...
Yeah you can see I have a new user pic. Phil Anselmo, is the original slacker jesus-- and damn is he a hott one. He is an inspiration to me with his vocals and the way he writes. I bet he'd be fun to get high with. Some-what reminds me of myself...(big dream of being in a band, then you're at wrong place at the wrong time, get involved with drugs- you later then see what it does to people, and because of this you wind up on the wrong end of publicity. What luck?) Whew! That was a long thought.

In my opinon, all the bull-shit he claimed about Dimebag was probably said if anything was said at all, was under the influence of heroin. He struck back at Dimebag because he brought out a lot of negative points to Phil's addiction. I know from expeirience, that can really set a person off. I also know how much a person's attitude can change while under the influence of hard drugs. I was with this one guy, and everything was cool at first but then everything just sucked. He started treating me like shit. I didn't take that, oh no. But the point is I can see how easy it is two people can be turned against each other.
Hope some of this make sense.

Sorry this kinda ran long, but I just read an article that got me thinking. Maybe I need to make a change in my life....

There must be some kind of way out of here
Said the joker to the theif
There's too much confusion
I can't get no relief
Business men they drink my wine
Plowmen dig my earth
None will level on the wine
Nobody of it is worth

No reason to get exited
The thief he kindly spoke
There are many here among us
Who feel that life is but a joke
But you and I we've been through that
And this is not our fate
So let us talk falsely now
The hour's getting late

All along the watchtower
The princess kept the view
While all the women came
And went bare feet servants too
Outside in the cold distance
A wild cat did growl
Two riders were aproaching
And the wind began to howl






is that not a funny lil pic of Hendrix? aww...

What do you mean, "I don't believe in God"?
I talk to him every day.

What do you mean, "I don't support your system"?
I go to court when I have to.

What do you mean, "I can't get to work on time"?
I got nothing better to do

And, what do you mean, "I don't pay my bills"?
Why do you think I'm broke? Huh?

If there's a new way,
I'll be the first in line.
But, it better work this time.

What do you mean, "I hurt your feelings"?
I didn't know you had any feelings.

What do you mean, "I ain't kind"?
I'm just not your kind.

What do you mean, "I couldn't be president, of the United States of America"?
Tell me something, it's still "We the people", right?


Can you put a price on peace?
Peace,
Peace sells...,but who's buying?