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ABOUT ME:
Home to a half Mexican who now lives in Silverdale, WA and who supports the Hawks, Sonics and Mariners along with the alma mater (WSU). I also post wacky links, pictures of insanely hot women and what have you (if you don't want to read my ramblings), so enjoy. FAVORITE LINKS My Place Of Biz Miss Eva MISTERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR ROSSER! Mr. T! He Don't Pity No Fool, Dig? Mr. Spaulding Mr. Gonzo Mr. Rampsberger Pop Life HEART PUNCH'D! Flux Blog Oh NO THEY DIN'T! Support Your Weed Carrier U.S.S. Mariner Sports And Bremertonians Kissing Suzy Kolber Superficial Cake And Ice Cream Oh, Word? Young, Black and Fabulous SuperSonic Soul! Sports Filter Nah Right FIRE JOE MORGAN! Football Outsiders College Football News All Music The Breaks
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Friday, December 05, 2003They love the taste of bloodNow I don't know what that means, but I know that I mean it Maybe they're as evil as they seem Or maybe I only look out the window when it's scenic "Atmosphere finally made a good record." Yeah right, that shit almost sounds convincing The last time I felt a sinking contradictive as this Was the last time we played a show in Cincy' "Get real," they tell me If only they knew how real this life really gets They would stop acting like a silly bitch They would respect the cock whether or not they believed in it Doesn't take much and that's messed up Because these people do a lot of simple shit to impress us While everyone was trying to out-do the last man I was just a ghost trying to catch some Ms. Pac-man Hello ma'am, would you be interested In some sexual positions and emotional investments See, I'm not insane, in fact I'm kind of rational When I be askin', "Yo, where did all the passion go?" East Coast, West Coast, Down South, Midwest Nowadays everybody knows how to get fresh Somebody give me a big yes (YES!) God Bless America, but she stole the B from "Bless" (Accept it!) Now I'm too fucked up to dance So I'ma sit with my hand down the front of my pants You can't achieve your goals if you don't take that chance So go pry open that trunk and get those amps (You know!) In the days of Kings and Queens I was a jester Treat me like a God, oh they treat me like a leper You see me move back and forth between both I'm trying to find a balance I'm trying to build a balance So now I keep a close eye on my pets Because they make most of they moves off of instinct and sense It's eat, sleep, fuck in self defense So straight you can set your clocks and place bets Wait, let's prey on blind, deaf, dumb, dead Hustle, maybe a couple will love what you said Emcees drag their feet across a big naked land With an empty bag of seed and a fake shake of hands Yeah I got some last words, FUCK ALL OF Y'ALL! Stop writin' raps and go play volleyball Gotta journey the world in a hurry Cause my attorney didn't put enough girls on the jury Guilty of droppin' these bombs in the city But I'm innocent, love is the motive that's why you're killin 'em Guilty of settin' my fire in all fifty But I'm innocent, blame it on my equilibrium In the days of Kings and Queens I was a jester Treat me like a God, oh they treat me like a leper You see me move back and forth between both I'm trying to find a balance I'm trying to build a balance I gotta find my balance I gotta find my balance Now all my friends are famous It's either one thing or another They all don't know what my name is Probably know both of my brothers The one is a hard workin' savior The other's a hard workin' soldier I'm just your next door neighbor Workin' hard at tryin' to stay sober You wait for the car at the corner Pretend like you know what the pot is Won't quit till I hit California And make you my Golden State goddess. -Atmosphere, "Trying To Find A Balance" I had some weird dreams the past few nights. Monday I dreamed I was moving out. No drama, no stress. Just packing up my stuff and enjoying the time with my folks. Tuesday I had a nightmare that I murdered someone. I don't remember if I did it, but there was a lot of discussion and crying over what I had done. It was so bad, I woke up with the feeling that I really did do it. Ever had that feeling? You wake up from a dream and you felt like it happened? Almost as if you really lived it? I know it's a dream, but sometimes I do wonder. Sometimes I do wonder.
etch-a-sketched by john at 1:36 AM
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