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[25 Aug 2003|01:42pm] |
I am trapped.
The bird, bird, bird; The bird is the word.
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[31 Mar 2003|02:31am] |
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Stiffblintz - CA!!!!! |
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"I am addicted to crackin skulls!"
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[25 Mar 2003|10:19pm] |
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The Roots - Love of my Life (Feat. Common) |
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Aw. So the American Idol kids sent out a heartfelt message at the beginning of the show to the American soldiers. That's sweet.
...whores....
But I like clay. He is. Cool.
I think with all this war going on, and all of this debate, we are losing sight of a really important subject. And that is Corey Taylor and Corey Taylor related products (how many copies of Stone Sour do you own? Did you buy Disasterpieces? BUY IT NOW HIPPIE!). Be sure to make sure you own at least three of each Corey Taylor project, because like smoking pot and stealing music, not buying Corey Taylor shit supports terrorism.
And you don't support terrorism? Do you?
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[23 Mar 2003|02:25am] |
I wish I had a button that wouyld obliterate certain people at the touch of it....
But I guess if it would destroy only certain people/groups, I would need a button for each one.
.... that's too many buttons to keep track off.
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[16 Feb 2003|07:14pm] |
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God. So depressing. I guess it was nice that ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) slingsandarrows said I was one of her favorite LJ's. Yet, thats what is causing all this fuking despair.
I know you all think you understand me. But you really, really don't. Blah blah blah, I kick dogs. Hah hah, ho ho. And everyone laughs. But really, I dont kick dogs. It's not right. It's mean.
And I don't have a lot of sex. I have this awful social disease. Wonder why I wore that mask for so long? Because I can't bear for the whole world to really see what I look like. I am sure there is some phobia out there that gives it a name. I havent had relations with a women since Iowa, and even then it was few and far between because women arent always keen on doing some guy that has cob-webs in his hair.
Please. Someone.....get me?
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[06 Feb 2003|12:48am] |
What a wreck.
What dreck.
You listen to Beck
You small penised Peck.
Feck.
Off.
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[13 Jan 2003|01:34am] |
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"Come and knock on our door..." |
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So I was sitting in my basement the other day, bound to a wooden chair, forced to watch Will and Grace reruns 24/7 (The horror......the horror), and I began to think about what it all meanz. You know?
Why was I all tied up? Ask the fukin dog.
Well, ask him a few minutes ago. He is currently in the same position I was, watching every piece of media John Ritter has ever done. Fukin dog. Tired of years of abuse, he struck back. That shithead got me while I was sleeping. He paid some doberman to help him out. You don't know weird until you see a dog holding a sign that says "Shut-up or he will stick you with a broken bottle." (And seeing the Doberman, wielding said broken bottle) Yes, I realize the logistics sound like they don't work, but trust me, they did.
Fortunately for me, dogs can neither:
A. Drive to Home Depot to buy decent, strong rope.
nor
B: Tie knots well
(yet they still can do C: Hold broken bottles)
After working it like Harrison Ford in The Lost Crusade, I managed to slip out of the binding and proceeded to give that dog the kicking of a lifetime. (Which reminds me, time to go put on Problem Child 3).
During my captivity, it did give me a good bit of time to think about where I stand in life (as stated before). However, then I remembered that I make a lot of money, have sex with a lot of people, and have an entire army of 14 year olds at my disposal. (watch out Luxembourg! I am coming with my horde of maggots!).
And fuck you furiouslaw. Stone Sour ownz your sorry, fag-rock loving ass.
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[12 Nov 2002|03:08pm] |
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From Beauty to Ashes Blood Far Further Precious Beautiful Today Dies Forever - Eat Shit Homie! |
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I think if I were to grow up as some one else, I would want to be
( ... )
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[08 Nov 2002|09:14am] |
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Me - Beating on the table |
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This. This. This. is hilarious.
Some people just do not get it.
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[07 Nov 2002|03:50pm] |
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Linkin Eyes - I am a lame ass coke head and I am about to break! |
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And for some reason, I feel like there should be change. Such a new Corey am I. Still angry, still wreckless. Just more calculating.
BUT THAT DOESN'T MY POEMS WILL SUFFER!
Rizag the spizag
Raise yo' flizag
I got my 9 in my pocket
But it ain't no gun, son
Ball park frank
Makin my pants stank
I'll hit you in the side
Once again with my 9
Wipe grease on yo' shirt
Don't worry, that's how I flirt
let's roll in the dirt
my hair needs some pert
CHECK IT!
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[29 Oct 2002|12:18am] |
These are all things that should exists because I say so:
-An automatic dog-kicking machine (because sometimes you are just too tired, but you still wanna hear "Yelp!" Fuk you! It soothes me!)
-Some sort of beer-fruit. Like...a plum... or something, but with beer.
-One of those dealies where, you push a button and some random phrase comes out of this small device attached to a keychain. With statements like "Fuk off zitface." or "13 is a bit too young."
Mah latest:
W-O-R-D
W-O-R-M-S
S-L-E-E-P
P-E-E-L-S
S-M-O-R-E-S
Boggle! Mother Fucker!
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[21 Oct 2002|01:11pm] |
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Incubus - BATHE IN MY SNOT!!!!11!1!!1!!!! |
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For sooth. What up freakz? How it be nerds?
The end is nigh
Jim stole my pie
I hope he will die
Corned-beef on rye
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[11 Oct 2002|02:31pm] |
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Cradle of Filth |
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So much pressure. So, so much pressure.
I can't take any of this anymore. I think I am just going to give up on music and become what I have always truly wanted to be.
A dentist.
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[24 Sep 2002|01:02am] |
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Incubus - Pardon Me |
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Today is a huge day. One like no other. On this day we must all, take a step back, make an effort, show the appreciation
to me.
Because on this day, I kicked my first dog, Jeb. It's also the same day I realized just how cool poop is and can be.
It's some other schmucks birthday or something. You are in the red. Get moving.
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[09 Sep 2002|02:06pm] |
I am alive!
Wee!!!!!
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[20 Aug 2002|12:09am] |
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Ace of Baaaaaaaaase |
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There's a few things that I can say about the shit that I'd like you to hear.
I am the master of the shit! I make that shit work! It does whatever the fuk I tell it to do! No one rules the shit like me!
Not this little fuk! None of you little fuks out there! I am the shit commander!!! Remember that - commander of all shits!
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[13 Aug 2002|04:47pm] |
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Apex Theory blah blah blah shit shit shit |
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I tried that thing Chris Rock talked about in his HBO special that one time. You know what I am talking about? That whole deal about sucking gasoline through a baby bottle. He's right. You get fucked up.
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[05 Aug 2002|11:38pm] |
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Have a coke and a bag of slut.
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