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[20 Apr 2009|12:10pm] |
i decided to edit this entry and delete what i said. i wrote some thing about the beatles being really damn good. and how sometimes if i put them on i cant turn it off and i just sit for an hour or two and listen. but anyways...
today i went to balboa park for this big earth festival. i rode my bike there. thousands upon thousands of people were there and most went by car, and most almost hit me. and most i spat on their cars (un)intentionally. i met all these crazy guys with free weed and bongos. and then i saw these people i knew from church last year. that was hella funny. i told them about why i dont go to church anymore and it was actually kindof a good conversation. love filled both ways. then i debated this guy who was trying to sell like biodegradable napkins because it helps the planet stay green. he was sponsored by Toyota LOL.
riding your bike 30 miles with hangover+headache in heat is crazy by the way.
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[17 Apr 2009|01:20pm] |
favorite cds recently: the fear the fear the fear, bloomington volume 1, art tatum, im wide awake its morning.
favorite books recently (currently reading): on the road, i am not a man im dynamite!
currently eating lots of cacao beans.
currently looking forward to earthday in balboa sunday. gonna ride my bike alot this weekend, and gonna smoke alot probably.
currently trying to buy: hella expensive bike wheels, hella inexpensive truck camper shell, hella inexpensive trombone for summer peaceful protesting.
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[14 Apr 2009|02:26pm] |
song im working on:
People are screaming, thoughts ciricling their heads.
Anger and hate make them lie awake in their beds.
Whiskey and drugs make them forget about love
when fuck yous and middle fingers seem to fit like a glove.
were revolutionaries by heart but by foot were dead,
were so young we dont know the first step
to changing what we hate, and singing what we love,
cause right now fucks you and middle fingers are all we can think of.
Some day we need to find instruments we cant play,
sit in the streets and sing in our own ways.
Tell people about whats on our minds,
share our beliefs and cross societal lines.
smile at the weather, appreciate our friends.
and to the ones we hate offer them a hand.
This world is too divided to keep hating them.
This world is too divided to keep hating them.
Jazz is the closest thing to revolution america ever saw,
people spoke through notes and ignored the laws.
Created a language without flaws,
played their music for their own cause.
Broke patterns and freed minds,
and caused change over time.
Assembled the masses and had them learn,
to free themselves from their concerns.
Love their enemies and bridge the gaps,
create a world thats not on maps.
Aimed trumpets when soldiers aimed guns,
Freed more souls then armies could have done.
Create a world not on maps,
it can be free of kings, free of attacks.
There can be no laws, there can be no bombs,
you can take away all the cars if you want.
Dollars will be artifacts, locked up behind glass,
for kids in class to look at.
There will be no hate, there will be no states
The world will be however you say.
You can have a family if you like,
and everyone can ride bikes.
You can write songs and sleep all night.
Just draw it out in your mind,
show the world the world you like.
Create it now this is your life.
And when you get called an idealist,
for living the way you want to live,
Move off to the side and dont get pissed.
Remember theyre still in that world,
and they think your an anarchist.
And thats fine they can think as they wish.
So love them and put them on your map
so they can be free of kings, free of attacks.
Show them the world from your eyes,
cuz its not a world i think you should hide.
Its a world that should be written down and magnified.
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[11 Apr 2009|03:36pm] |
HEY DID YOU KNOW???
more people die from corporate crime each year then murder?
More people die from defective products alone each year then murder?
yet murderers get life in prison, and corporation MAYBE get a fine.
ALSO,
corporations steal 200 billion dollars each year from citizens through corporate fraud,
yet each year only 4 billion dollars are stolen by robbers from citizens.
yet who gets the longer sentence? corporations get no sentence at all!
in 1886, Santa Clara County v. Southern Pacific Railroad Company court ruling declared that corporation is a legal person. so why not try them as one? why not punish them as one?
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[09 Apr 2009|09:40pm] |
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today i realized that ALL drugs should be legalized. and theres PLENTY of reasons to legalize them, and not many to not.
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[07 Apr 2009|12:35am] |
new folk punk solo project. just me.
myspace.com/hoodcoon
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[05 Apr 2009|06:45pm] |
the past week was so crazy. its probably like a small sample of what summers gonna be like, i just hope im not drunk high for 9/10ths of summer also. maybe like 5/10ths.
and fuck taxi drivers. i went 3 miles in one today cuz i couldnt find the bus stop i needed, and the asshole charged me 20 dollars! WHAT A DICK
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[31 Mar 2009|09:30am] |
friday night we all partied, then woke up and nobody was even a little bit hung over so everyone got high and i secretely got drunk again and nobody knew. and then everyone started playing ambient music and shit so me and eric started writing poetry and shit. heres what i wrote.
when i was 5 my dad said
I "cant sing
He said stick to numbers, son,
musics not your thing".
when i was 10 my mom said
"save all your toys,
and when you have kids,
give them to your boys".
when i was 12 Ms. Greenbomb said,
"Pass all these tests"
so i studied real hard
and never had sex.
And when i was 16 my pastor said,
"Love your friends,
dont do drugs, lust,
or one night stands".
And so i bought this guitar and sung real loud,
but i studied my numbers and went with the crowd.
Once i said, "who cares if im out of key,"
as long as my music is art and reflects me".
And last year i burned half my toys,
and my dad said, "son your music is just noise."
They sold our house and abandoned me with love.
so i turned to painting symbolic images of jazz and doves.
And in school i passed every test i took
and learned every word in their biased books.
So i picked up Bakunin and Chomsky, Marx and Lasn,
and tried to learn why our world is lost and broken.
But now im 20 and ive refined every belief,
and these change like me almost daily.
Sometimes i drink myself to sleep real fast,
but its just a habit i doubt will last.
And now my friends started to smoke weed,
thats okay, its fine with me.
They say its some sort of key to defiance, love, and peace.
Maybe it is, but it could be the key to compliance, greed, and misery.
And so now they ask me why i wont take a hit.
and maybe i will when i think the time is fit.
But it bugs me when they tell me to smoke weed too,
every day of my life people have been telling me what to do.
Its about time i ignore people's words,
stop reading books and just fly like a bird.
And if i hear one more person tell me how to live me life.
Ill smash my guitar, paint a song, and cry.
cause if we equate, we fail to see straight.
like saying its drugs that make hippys so great.
or saying its weed that will make us love not hate.
but maybe its only freedom that can help us escape.
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[27 Mar 2009|09:57am] |
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I JUST WALKED IN ON MY ROOMATE HAVING SEX WITH SOME GIRL ON THE KITCHEN TABLE! LOL! ITS 9:30AM!! LOL! THEN I TOOK A SHOWER AND WHEN I CAME OUT THEY WERE HAVIG SEX ON THE PORCH! LOL!
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[23 Mar 2009|09:40pm] |
last easter i was sitting in the whole leaf,
with 3 good friends and some that didnt know me.
and we got high and it was the start,
of jesus and god exiting my heart.
and its kindof ironic because it was easter.
and today was easter it was 1 year ago,
that i took my first shot of captain morgan.
and today was easter it was 1 year ago,
that i stopped believing in organized religion.
and today was easter it was 1 year ago,
that i was inspired by invisible children,
and today was easter it was 1 year ago,
that my friends got mad cause i drank an entire bottle,
and called them up belligerent.
and today is easter and i sat at home all day,
i stared at the walls but thats okay.
it was hot as hell and all my cacao melted,
how the hell am supposed to get my serotonin?
so i took off all my clothes and i still sweated,
yeah i still sweated because it was 90 degrees in my box.
and i read on the web that theres been 900,000 cases of ecoli,
since the big scare at Jack in the Box.
since the big scare at Jack in the Box.
and today was easter it was 1 year ago,
that i climbed through the sewers.
and today was easter it was 1 year ago,
that i said my last prayer.
and today was easter it was 1 year ago,
that i lent this kid 400 dollars.
and today was easter it was 1 year ago,
and he still hasnt paid me back
but i know that hardly matters.
but i still look for his car,
so i can hit it with a bat.
he fucked me over so so bad.
i say to forgive but im a hypocrite,
i say to forgive but i hardly ever do.
i hardly ever do.
and one it'll be hella funny,
and i doubt ill hold back my laughter,
when some girl says i do.
when some girl says i do.
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[22 Mar 2009|01:59am] |
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TONIGHT A FOREIGN EXCHANGE STUDENT FROM GERMANY WHO HARDLY KNOWS ENGLISH KNEW THE PLEDGE OF ALLEGIANCE BETTER THEN ME! LOLOLOL
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[15 Mar 2009|07:36pm] |
i think i have to admit that everyday i forget were at war!
and when i watch the news i still forget were at war.
Distracted by school, friends, books, and songs.
and im not sure what that makes me:
dumb, smart, weak or strong?
But in Soc 150 we had this teacher,
that taught us about the war and the lives it destroyed.
and when i looked around no one cared,
too distracted by their phones and game boys.
And it heard it once but this is when i found out:
Americas not at war, no Americas not at war.
The military is at war yeah the military is at war.
America doesn't know the militarys at war.
Or maybe America just doesnt care anymore.
We got our malls and we got our toy recalls.
We got our weather and our jobs,
Yeah America's got no time for war.
America doesnt even know were at war anymore.
Some soldiers have died and it seems like a small number.
But when you look at how many people have died,
it should make you remember.
That were at war.
and I dont want to be at war.
I want to go shopping and maybe have a kid.
I want life to be easy and i dont want it to be scarry.
And its not really,
But it could be because now the whole world hates us.
And id hate America too, if only i knew.
That americas not at war, no Americas not at war.
The military is at war, yeah the military is at war.
America doesnt know the militarys at war.
Or maybe America just doesnt care anymore.
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[13 Mar 2009|06:11pm] |
im in a folk punk band and yesterday we got 0 plays, and today we got 200! WHAT THE FUCK
myspace.com/sheepandgoats
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[10 Mar 2009|09:05pm] |
fuck communism. and fuck karl marx. he had a piece of shit philosophy that too many people believe(d) in.
(i do think some of his ideas were good.)
someone tell me why they think communism is good. since so many of my friends on LJ believe in the political theory.
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[09 Mar 2009|12:29pm] |
friday night - party, blackout, then a different party.
saturday morning - woke up in my bed (how the fuck did i get home?) puke was all over the floor of my room. cleaned it up. then showered. then my head started pounding.
saturday day - found puke all over the couch and my roommate's skateboard (wtf) so i cleaned that up. my head was still pounding. lied down the rest of the day.
sunday morning - woke up and thought it was 9. it was really 10. head still pounding. got gas in my car and had this argument with some old guy with propane about how gas prices are rising and the cause of it. i was super pissed cuz i couldnt think straight and was still hungover from friday. went to people's and had some raw potatoes and tofu vegetable mix that was alot like scrambled eggs with other things mixed in. it was really good. talked to some homeless guy about ron paul and guns. realized i have cuts and scabs all over my body, probably from friday night. tried to clean the puke off the skateboard but puke stains grip tape. who knew.
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[08 Mar 2009|05:55pm] |
youve got your profits and big tvs,
and your free food and free tea.
youve got your books and your slides,
and music that will make the demons cry.
youve got your nintendos and games,
and your kids without names.
youve got your tables and chairs,
and a prayer room for those who care.
youve got a thousand reasons to be a believer,
and your memorized verses to convince the sinners.
youve got your monopoly on truth,
and your holy wars you refuse to lose.
youve got your preacher and his lies,
and your propaganda everyone buys.
youve got your cross and american flag,
and your fake hell for muslims and fags.
youve got your new world order,
and your criminals you murder.
youve got your hand in the political system,
and our tithes in the wallets of politicians.
youve got your love and your hate,
and your confidence in God's fate.
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[03 Mar 2009|06:01pm] |
wrote this poem today sitting down waiting for my dumb test to start.
(its about my school)
In the middle of my school theres a pond
full of fish, turtles, and frogs.
Everyone goes there when its sunny.
to read, sleep, talk, or study.
But not more then 200 feet away
is a Taco Bell and a fancy subway.
and people get their starbucks and run back to their pond,
But i guess its better to be there, then to be buying things they dont want.
Next to these trees and beside these rocks,
there is a concrete wall fllled with man made blocks.
This utopia is nice and at least people can say,
that they spent 2 hours in nature today.
But they still could smell smog and could still hear cars,
And this makes me feel that if we want to be in nature we'll have to go to mars.
So we'll just go to a sorority and hope for the best,
because in this sick world our lives have come down to getting under a girl's dress.
And last year i found a turtle with a penny glued to its back,
cuz this school is filled with rich and worthless scumbags.
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[02 Mar 2009|12:50am] |
why does everyone need a reason for everything? why do we have to have all our questions solved? why is it not okay if your taking a math test to drop your pencil and say "i dont know". instead we'd rather scribble fake work and pray for partial credit.
i think we need to stop searching for correctness and having solutions. we should just let our arms dangle free and let our legs take us wherever we want without some brain cells holding us back as we collaborate lists of reasons (not) to do something. maybe then we could melt our quarters and burn our dollars and be free of everything that has ever held us back.
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[27 Feb 2009|11:42pm] |
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my management teacher always gives kids a prize for answering questions right. its usually stupid shit like movie posters. but today i got two right. first he gave me a shot glass (wtf) and then he gave me his old contacts! WHAT THE FUCK
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[23 Feb 2009|04:49pm] |
today i was driving and realized:
theres a chance i might be possessed by a demon!
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