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sippin on my 40 ounce. hey. random post? i think so. sittin here waitin for somethin to happen. we'll see. update later. oh yes, driving to oswego this week=FUN!!!
ya see, they dont plow the roads there, and my car goes great through deep snow, much better than packed snow, or slush. so i have been having amazing rides to work. like a friggin snowmobile. and i just said friggin. amazing. also, everybody in the world, listen up. get the street dogs- Final Transmission. amazing song. about a kid who signs to the army, goes to iraq, and gets killed. its his letter that his sergeant made him write. so sad, so good, just...purely amazing song.
He had just turned nineteen yesterday
Wanted to be a school teacher someday
Came from a small and modest town
Had never before traveled abroad
He signed on the promise of a college fund
Pop and Mom begged him to stay at home
The last time they saw him was at an airport
He hugged his distraught mother a final time
He went abroad to serve when he was only nineteen
Reality caught up with him, stole a heart full of dreams
He's never gonna get a chance to chase all those hopes
Lost them all amidst this war and smoke
Can you hear the sound of youth negated?
Watch on TV names are taken
Mother, Mother
My final transmission
Paris Island was plain hell on earth
Got gunny yelling at him, "better prove your worth"
Moved on to Baghdad about six months on
Caught an IED today, now he is gone
He went abroad to serve when he was only nineteen
Reality caught up with him, stole a heart full of dreams
He's never gonna get a chance to chase all those hopes
Lost them all amidst this war and smoke
Can you hear the sound of youth negated?
Watch on TV names are taken
Mother, Mother
My final transmission
Dad and Mom I am your only loving sing
Hid a written final transmission under my helmet
Love you both in heart and mind
A better set of parents no boy could ever find
Weep for me and say thy prayers
Remember me through all your years
Only got to serve for six months on and
If you're reading this I have passed and gone
So I harbor my final request
A letter in my memory please send
Off to the President and all his men
Begging him with others to bring the troops back home
He's never gonna get a chance to chase all those hopes
Lost them all amidst the war and smoke
Can you hear the sound of youth negated?
Watch on TV names are taken
He's never gonna get a chance to chase all those hopes
Lost them all amidst this war and smoke
Can you hear the sound of youth negated?
Watch on TV names are taken
Mother, Mother
My final transmission
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[27 Jan 2007|04:56am] |
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Against me!- Baby, i'm an Anarchist. |
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Thats it. the only thing going good for me right now is work. goin at it 110%. everyone loves me. asides from that, i need a chick. i cant describe in words how depressed that makes me, and the anxiety it gives me. also, money problems. everyone has these problems. but, right now, i dont know. it's all that is on my mind. i am the most optimistic person i know, but i feel like i am on thin ass fucking ice right now. i am going to break soon. VERY soon. i am just so fucking depressed, all i want to do is sleep. and get drunk, maybe dull the pain. forget everything. i wish i was more vocal at this shit than typing stupid shit in a fucking livejournal. i am sorry if you r still reading this, just venting. but shit needs to change. fucking quick. small diversions r doing nothing for me anymore. i just need SOMETHING. what that is,i dont know. cant feel. i'll leave u with a quote i feel strongly about.
First they came for the Socialists, and I didnt speak up,
because I wasnt a Socialist.
Then they came for the Trade Unionists, and I didnt speak up,
because I wasnt a Trade Unionist.
Then they came for the Jews, and I didnt speak up,
because I wasn't a Jew.
Then they came for me, and there was no one left
to speak up for me.
Cuz baby, i'm an anarchist, and you're a spineless liberal.
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| Dude |
[07 Jan 2007|03:51am] |
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Scab- Hudson Falcons |
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Lot of people came over tonight. good times. i volunteered today to build the make-a-wish foundation, good times, but after we went to a bar. i recently stopped drinking. i was out of there at noon. thats a solid 15 hours of drinking. hilarious. well, i am passing out now. good night all. i wanna burn cd's. make me make you a cd!!!!
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| Who wants to trade cd's??? |
[03 Jan 2007|08:41pm] |
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Oi Polloi- Break The Mould |
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Hey, i need some new music to listen to, so gimme a cd, and i'll give you one. give me a general mood, or type of music, and its yours.
ALSO: party, over here. Jan 13th, 9 PM, byob. Mine, gennas, boutins, and lauras bday party. come over and say hi for a bit.
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[02 Jan 2007|06:06pm] |
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Murderers Row- Barbrawl |
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maybe LJ more often for a new years resolution?
ANYWHO, i need brakes. and an inspection. runnin my car amd illegal.
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| HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!! |
[01 Jan 2007|12:22pm] |
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Sick of it All- Rat Pack |
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Whats up people. rang in the new year slightly inebriated. good tines. today is recoop, and movie pizza gatorade day. any good movies out to rent recently? nothin crazy happened last night, but, good times.
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| Long time, no see |
[31 Dec 2006|01:08pm] |
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LeftOver Crack-Nobody is Free |
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what up Livejournal land?? well, i got a new laptop, so your prolly gonna see alot more of me again. last night there was a show at a god damned warehouse, it was free, and you could bring your own beer and drink till like 3am. excellent. syracuse needs things like this. tonight, party at Tom K's house. should prove to be a good time. annnd, goin to my parents now, i'll see you bitches later.
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| WERD UP |
[24 Aug 2006|04:37pm] |
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Peter and the Test Tube Babies-Banned from the Pubs |
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hey, check it, so, this weekend, friday and saturday. party over here... Next friday, we've got republic!!(dance party at the half penny pub, 21 and over. GREAT times.)
then, saturday, PUNK SHOW-The Ghoule, Shock Nagasaki, Mouth Sewn Shut, The Last Hope, as well as Wake Up Screaming.
Sunday, is foreigner. free. state fair. wine slushies.
monday, fair. demo derby. BOOM+BOOZE=GREAT
get at me peeps.
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| whats up. |
[20 Aug 2006|12:40am] |
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Icons of Filth- Politricks |
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hi LJ peeps. long time no see. nothin new. live in a great house. job is goin good. just been really fuckin depressed/emotionally distressed lately for NO reason. life is boring and full of temporary distractions. that rule applies to everybody. thats it. just want to get that off my chest. also, wednesday is everything irish night at the skychiefs game. bye.
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[11 Jun 2006|11:12pm] |
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Sublime- Scarlet Begonias |
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lots of shit has been goin on lately, therefor no updates.
lets see...
movin out
workin for a new contractor tomorrow
puttin on shows
met someone
gettin a raise
Movin to tipp hill, right op tompkins street. 3 houses away from the light.i'll be movin June 23rd, and 24th if u wanna help. lookin for some tables n shit if anyone knows of shit to sell me.
I start with Kay-R electric tomorrow, they are a good contractor. NO MORE UTICA. i will be workin right in mattydale/dewitt area. Workin at the 174th place. Mac will be workin there, so i'll get a chance to work with him.
I'm a part of Stonethrower Shows, we're doin punk shows.
we got the boils and boris karloffs last show, with shock nagasaki and 39 steps here june 30th. also Black SS's going on tour show, which should be good. thats the 29th of july i believe. also looking for the ghouls, buinch of bands, lotsa good shit comin up. check it on www.myspace.com/stonethrowershows .
thats about it. gimme a call if u wanna chill at my new pad, hit up some bars, or whatever.
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[19 Feb 2006|09:48pm] |
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Well livejournal junkies, it's me again. with yet another tale of how uneventful my life is. the most exciting thing i have done in awhile is change my bank. i came to the conclusion i cant get really loaded drinkin beer anymore, so next time you see me, i will have a bottle:) brewfest was absolutely incredible. free crunch tix r pretty awesome, too. spent the weekend at macs, basically. good times, small crowds r great. still working in utica, and get a bit of overtime once in awhile. yup. bored.
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| HEY FUCKHEADS |
[28 Dec 2005|12:05am] |
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Murphys Law- Secret Agent Skinhead |
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here is an excerpt from an article which i found particularly interesting. about tattoos, how they came into being in the hardcore lifestyle, etc. just a fun read.
It's a tattoo parlor, it's not a tattoo gallery," Jimmy says of his shop. "In New York a lot of shops are about get in, get tattooed, get out. We're about come in, fucking hang out 'til you want to get tattooed, learn, have a good time. It's supposed to be a clubhouse. Tattoo parlors in New York City years ago were like neighborhood hangouts. I got my first tattoo at Mike Profetto's place and we'd sit there until 6 in the morning after getting tattooed. All the stuff here in New York, you're going to get tattooed by a name, not by somebody you respect. People want to get tattooed by somebody they don't even know because they think that's cool. I like to go to a place and hang out and meet the person, get fucked up, drink.
He goes on to dis all of the California Scene who does not talk about doing drugs, fucking, basically anything that their punk roots led them to. i also want to go down and get a tattoo from these guys in the hardest way. i mean, the owners of the shop are jimmy from murphys law, and vinny stigma, long time guitarist from Agnostic Front. i seriously need more tatts. i dont give a shit if they are visible. i am just addicted, and the more i see them, hear about them. read about them, the more i want another tattoo. seriously, i need ideas. i have a bunch, but need artists to put them into pictures. i'm not so good at explaining things. well, drunken ramble for the night is done. i need to be up in 6 hours for school. oh well.. nother day, nother dollar down the fucking drain.
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| EVERYBODY ELSE IS DOIN IT |
[11 Dec 2005|10:33pm] |
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Where Have All the BootBoy's Gone-Stampin Ground |
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Jan-yeah, like my computers been breoken for like 2-3 weeks
Feb-just gave my statement to the police
March-i hope everybody else had one hell of a St. Patty's Day.
May-well, it has been exactly 4 months since i turned 21
june-been awhile. specially sinc ei posted sober(well, mostly) nothing has really changed
July-sup, got a new screen name, send me some love on PBRRR me ASAP
August-i have decided to be a rotten fucking asshole when it comes down to buying beer
September-I feel as though my life is treading water,
and if I dont relieve some weight, I'm gonna drown.
October-well, not much
September-does anyone know how to play pitch, and play it well??
December-brrrrrrfuckinrrrrrrrrrr, its cold out.
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[04 Dec 2005|10:02pm] |
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Fear- I dont care about you |
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random update
brrrrrrfuckinrrrrrrrrrr, its cold out.
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[28 Nov 2005|10:40pm] |
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Against Me!-How Low (Can You Go) |
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Well, just a quicky update. same shit. i work with nothin but assholes now, and the radios were taken off tyhe job so now not only is there no electricians to chat with most of the day, there is also no radio to listen. so i basically get really bored at work, and then when i come home i want to do absolutely nothing, except for sleep. free beer at the union meeting next tuesday, that oughtta be good. and, i think that is all i have for december plans. so, if anyone knows of anything goin on EVER, just lemme know. i live in a constant state of boredom, except the occassional weekend shenanigans.
how i wish i could just be an alcoholic.
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| ATTENTION |
[14 Nov 2005|09:28pm] |
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LEFTOVER CRACK-Urban Tribalism |
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does anyone know how to play pitch, and play it well??looking for a partner for the wednesday AFTER thanksgiving. november the 30th, i believe.please post applications underneath my responses. i will nbeed them by the 26th. after the application process, i will send out surveys to see who will be the best. if anyone even responds.
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[16 Oct 2005|10:39pm] |
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Against me!-Searching for a Former Clarity |
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well, not much. random update. still very single. i dont drink nearly as much as i used to. workin at the masonic home in utica still. gettin a chick workin there tomorrow. oughtta be funny as hell. yeah. everyone shoulda went to see terror wednesday. 1.50 pints of molson, and some great bands. yeah. so.
"Searching For A Former Clarity"
No the doctors didn't tell you,
that you were dying.
They just collected their money,
And sent you on your way.
But you knew all along,
went on pretending nothing was wrong,
you said I will keep my focus, till the end.
And in the journal you kept,
by the side of your bed.
You wrote nightly in aspiration,
of developing as an author.
Confessing childhood secrets,
of dressing up in women's clothes,
Compulsions you never knew the reasons to,
Well everyone, you ever meet or love,
be just relationship based on a false presumption,
despite everyone, you ever meet or love,
in the end, will you be all alone?
As the disease spreads slowly through your body,
pumped by your heart to the tips of your arms and your legs,
your greatest fear was that your mind wouldn't last,
your coherency and alertness would be the first things to fade,
as your hair thinned, as the weight fell off, as your teeth blackened,
as the lesions spotted your skin,
as you fell to your knees in the center of the stage,
as you offered witness to mortality in exchange for the ticket price,
as the lights blended into the continuing noise,
as all hope was finally lost.
Adrenaline carried one last thought to fruition.
Let this be the end.
Let this be the last song.
Let this be the end.
Let all be forgiven.
so yeah. gonna make this a long one.
Leave your name and
1. I'll respond with something random i like about you.
2. I'll tell you what song/movie reminds me of you.
3. I'll pick a flavor of jello to wrestle with you in.
4. I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me.
5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you.
6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.
7. I'll ask you something that I've always wondered about you.
8. If I do this for you, you must post this on your journal.
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| FUCK |
[03 Sep 2005|09:26pm] |
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Agnostic Front-Bullet on Mott St. |
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I feel as though my life is treading water,
and if I dont relieve some weight, I'm gonna drown.
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[01 Aug 2005|10:39pm] |
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Terror-Fuck everything and everybody |
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heres the deal. i have decided to be a rotten fucking asshole when it comes down to buying beer. noone gets any more beer without paying for it. i never get anything in return, i invite people to my house, they drink my beer, and i get no money. i bought 10 people beer this weekend and got a thank you from 1 or 2 people. so in the last week, the only person that is guaranteed me to buy more beer for is kenny and justin. everyone else, i will be a big asshole. i spend wayy too much money in beer each week.
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[17 Jul 2005|08:10pm] |
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Prisonbound-Discipline (Social d cover) |
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sup, got a new screen name, send me some love on PBRRR me ASAP. still wicked hung over from last night. i apologize if i did pr said anything too stupid. was drunk at the nationals this mornin. um. nothin really too big happened lately. so...yeah., i'm workin in utica so i wont do too much shit durin the week, but weekends, count me in for anything fun.
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