na na na na.
Wow.
I just bought the album, Black Sunday, from Cypress Hill, and I totally love the song "Hits From The Bong." There is something about the beat throughout the song that I easily Bob my head to. The beat, for some odd reason, makes me feel happy and it puts a positive mood in me.
Wow.
It's like I'm getting high by hearing the song! Jesus, what a catchy tune. I'm serious, it has such a happy tune to it.
Here's the lyrics to the song, but I suggest you download it or something to understand what I mean. Again, this is something I enjoy, the beat might have zero affects on you.
"Hits from the bong
Hits from the bong
Hits from the bong
Hits from the bong
Pick it
Pack it
Fire it up, come along
And take a hit from the bong
Put the blunt down
Just for a second
Don't get me wrong
It's not a new method
Inhale
Exhale
Just got an ounce in the mail
I like a blunt or a big fat cone
But my double-barrel bong
Is gettin' me stoned
I'm skill it
There's water inside don't spill it
It smells like shit on the carpet
Still it
Goes down smooth when I get a clean hit
Of the skunky, phunky, smelly green shit
Sing my song
Puff all night long
As I take hits from the bong
Hits from the bong y'all
Hits from the bong
Can i get a....hit?
Hits from the bong
Can i get a....hit?
Hits from the bong
Can i get a....hit?
Hits from the bong
Can i get a....hit?
Let's smoke that bowl
Hit the bong
And then take that finger off of that hole
Plug it
Unplug it
Don't strain
I love you Mary Jane
She never complains
When I hit Mary
With that flame
I light up the cherry
She's so good to me
When I pack a fresh bowl I clean the screen
Don't get me stirred up
The smoke, through the bubbling water
Is makin' it pure so I got ta
Take my hit and hold it
Just like Chong
I get the bowl and I reload it
Get my four-footer and bring it on
As I take hits from the bong
Hits from the bong
Can i get a....hit?
Hits from the bong
Can i get a....hit?"
--HITS FROM A BONG by Cypress Hill
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Freestyle Poem/Lyric/Rap
OK, i'm going to try this. Freestyle poem/lyric/rap whatever you want to call it, be my guest. I will right this on the spot - nothing prepare. I guess I should put a time limit, huh? Let me think. *ponders the idea.....how much?* Alright, I will put 10 minutes on the timer, which will begin as soon as I am finished writing this very long, very weird, very fucked up and horrible english sentence, which is a run-on sentence but I don't give a rat's ass, so I will, as I previously stated, start the freestyle poem/lyric/rap whatever you want to call it as soon as I am done this fucked up, no-good piece of lard sentence, here we go!
Title: Whatever you want to call it
"Do what I tell you, not what I do,"
No, Priest, I think I'll do what I wanna do,
I'll learn from my mistakes,
Make a fool out of myself,
I'll break his bong over his head,
The punk tried to sell me weed
When I asked him for directions
To the closest strip club,
Down south, underground,
These fools think they own the game,
I am the fire,
I hold the cards,
I rose to the occasion
When some punk called out my name,
Flashed the gun in front of my face,
Told me "give me what ya got, fool,"
I smacked him upside down,
Stole his gat; he's fucked now.
Pullin' and spreadin',
Searching for answers,
I am a vigilante,
Is this the land of the free?
How free are we; you and me,
Fighting over money,
Killing over drugs,
Blood splattering for survival.
-----
Wow, so this sucked. I am very disappointed.
Title: Whatever you want to call it
"Do what I tell you, not what I do,"
No, Priest, I think I'll do what I wanna do,
I'll learn from my mistakes,
Make a fool out of myself,
I'll break his bong over his head,
The punk tried to sell me weed
When I asked him for directions
To the closest strip club,
Down south, underground,
These fools think they own the game,
I am the fire,
I hold the cards,
I rose to the occasion
When some punk called out my name,
Flashed the gun in front of my face,
Told me "give me what ya got, fool,"
I smacked him upside down,
Stole his gat; he's fucked now.
Pullin' and spreadin',
Searching for answers,
I am a vigilante,
Is this the land of the free?
How free are we; you and me,
Fighting over money,
Killing over drugs,
Blood splattering for survival.
-----
Wow, so this sucked. I am very disappointed.
Monday, January 21, 2008
First 3 classes of the year; 1,2,3 and it's just another bombtrack
"I'm an alley cat,
Some say a dirty rat,
On my side is my gat
See I'm all of that."
--'Hand on the Pump' by Cypress Hill
And that is how my day started. Music and metro ride, what can be a better combination? Well I can think of a million, but that is a story for another day. So, the hell ride began at 6:30 this morning; got up half asleep with a toothbrush in one hand and a bottle of gel in the other. Yeah, I was so close of squeezing the gel tube above my toothbrush, seriously. The funny thing -funny to me, of course - is that I have not used gel for a good four months because I kept cutting my hair short (yes I cut my own hair....with a razor that is). The clock strikes 6:45 and I am on my way to the car. I mean, I assume it was 6:45, for all I know it could have been 6:31. So, there I am in the car with my hands shaking (damn! I wish someone could warm those hands of mine) when I realize that I forgot my Ipod. Thank God, or else my day would have been full of dung. (HA! dung).
It took a good, oh I don't know nor should I know. All I know is I got to the metro, used my week pass to get through the jail cell and entered the actual metro or for those of you who are totally lost for words and imagination, a subway. Ear plugs; check. Full battery; check. Cypress Hill; check. Rage Against the Machine; I don't even have to take a look, check. My fingers at work until I reach "Hand on the Pump," by Cypress Hill. This song, if there is anyone out there interested (which I doubt), is one of my favorite songs by the band. By the time I got to class at 8:30, I listened to Rage and Cypress, while bobbing my head in the metro..subway. Yeah, I must have looked like stronze. Who cares?!
My first class was U.S. History. Well, it was not really a class since the teacher went over the outline of the year's class before letting us leave. Though, it did seem interesting and intensive. This semester will be a shit load of history classes. Ok, so I only have two. Still, history is what interests me the most, but at the same time it will test my passion for it. Anyways, you are probably confused already. The teacher seems pleasant and he did mention that the class will see a 70s movie such as Raging Bull, Taxi Driver or Apocalypse Now. Obviously, these movies deal with their own themes and plots, but they also illustrate America in the 70s.
Second class; War and Revolution. I have been waiting for such a class. No exams, just written assignments (essays, reports, etc). The class will occupy the Iranian Revolution, Vietnamese war, indochinese genocide and some other topic that slips my mind as of now. However, as the class began to fill up with students, I could not help but laugh at the faces I saw. (REBECCA get ready to laugh). Maurice enters the class room, a.k.a The karate kid [huge laugh]. This is the same kid that practiced karate moves in a classroom of 4 students, while emphasizing his thrusts and thick grunts. Then another student comes in by the name of Georgina; let me not get into that one! Then two other students come in, the names slips my mind (what else is new?!). To sum it all up; the "Politics" stronzes have invaded War and Revolution. Who would have thought? Milk and coffee....who would have thought, milk and coffee???
The last of back to back to back class was my least favorite; Money and Baking....i mean Banking. You see Rebecca, you are making me hungry, damn it! The teacher is of Indian decent and continuously speaks and repeats the same damn thing over and over. I understand what a BANK IS!!!! Also, he is quite hard to understand with his thick accent. His english is quite broken and his jokes are dried like those dry-figs. (Crickets). *Bows down, 'thank you.'*
That was about it. Tuesdays and Thursdays will be long and a mild pain in the ass.....a burning pain. HA! As I left the school for the metro, once again, I locked and loaded the Ipod. BAM!!! Here's another Bombtrack.
"But I learned to burn that bridge and delete
Those who compete...at a level that's obsolete
Instead I warm my hands upon the flames of the flag
As I recall our downfall
And the businesses that burned us all
See through the news and the views that twist reality
Enough
I call the bluff
Fuck Manifest destiny."
--"Bombtrack" by Rage Against the Machine
Yes, swearing is allowed in my blog. You can swear too.
Some say a dirty rat,
On my side is my gat
See I'm all of that."
--'Hand on the Pump' by Cypress Hill
And that is how my day started. Music and metro ride, what can be a better combination? Well I can think of a million, but that is a story for another day. So, the hell ride began at 6:30 this morning; got up half asleep with a toothbrush in one hand and a bottle of gel in the other. Yeah, I was so close of squeezing the gel tube above my toothbrush, seriously. The funny thing -funny to me, of course - is that I have not used gel for a good four months because I kept cutting my hair short (yes I cut my own hair....with a razor that is). The clock strikes 6:45 and I am on my way to the car. I mean, I assume it was 6:45, for all I know it could have been 6:31. So, there I am in the car with my hands shaking (damn! I wish someone could warm those hands of mine) when I realize that I forgot my Ipod. Thank God, or else my day would have been full of dung. (HA! dung).
It took a good, oh I don't know nor should I know. All I know is I got to the metro, used my week pass to get through the jail cell and entered the actual metro or for those of you who are totally lost for words and imagination, a subway. Ear plugs; check. Full battery; check. Cypress Hill; check. Rage Against the Machine; I don't even have to take a look, check. My fingers at work until I reach "Hand on the Pump," by Cypress Hill. This song, if there is anyone out there interested (which I doubt), is one of my favorite songs by the band. By the time I got to class at 8:30, I listened to Rage and Cypress, while bobbing my head in the metro..subway. Yeah, I must have looked like stronze. Who cares?!
My first class was U.S. History. Well, it was not really a class since the teacher went over the outline of the year's class before letting us leave. Though, it did seem interesting and intensive. This semester will be a shit load of history classes. Ok, so I only have two. Still, history is what interests me the most, but at the same time it will test my passion for it. Anyways, you are probably confused already. The teacher seems pleasant and he did mention that the class will see a 70s movie such as Raging Bull, Taxi Driver or Apocalypse Now. Obviously, these movies deal with their own themes and plots, but they also illustrate America in the 70s.
Second class; War and Revolution. I have been waiting for such a class. No exams, just written assignments (essays, reports, etc). The class will occupy the Iranian Revolution, Vietnamese war, indochinese genocide and some other topic that slips my mind as of now. However, as the class began to fill up with students, I could not help but laugh at the faces I saw. (REBECCA get ready to laugh). Maurice enters the class room, a.k.a The karate kid [huge laugh]. This is the same kid that practiced karate moves in a classroom of 4 students, while emphasizing his thrusts and thick grunts. Then another student comes in by the name of Georgina; let me not get into that one! Then two other students come in, the names slips my mind (what else is new?!). To sum it all up; the "Politics" stronzes have invaded War and Revolution. Who would have thought? Milk and coffee....who would have thought, milk and coffee???
The last of back to back to back class was my least favorite; Money and Baking....i mean Banking. You see Rebecca, you are making me hungry, damn it! The teacher is of Indian decent and continuously speaks and repeats the same damn thing over and over. I understand what a BANK IS!!!! Also, he is quite hard to understand with his thick accent. His english is quite broken and his jokes are dried like those dry-figs. (Crickets). *Bows down, 'thank you.'*
That was about it. Tuesdays and Thursdays will be long and a mild pain in the ass.....a burning pain. HA! As I left the school for the metro, once again, I locked and loaded the Ipod. BAM!!! Here's another Bombtrack.
"But I learned to burn that bridge and delete
Those who compete...at a level that's obsolete
Instead I warm my hands upon the flames of the flag
As I recall our downfall
And the businesses that burned us all
See through the news and the views that twist reality
Enough
I call the bluff
Fuck Manifest destiny."
--"Bombtrack" by Rage Against the Machine
Yes, swearing is allowed in my blog. You can swear too.
Saturday, January 19, 2008
Take Action Now
All desires lost in the flames,
Burning ones heart
With the rest of the nation,
A liar; all our comrades,
The flash blinds our eyes,
Sparks begin to fly with our 'will' which never dies,
Put us to tests; drill our ears,
Another syringe in our veins,
Speak to speed this wave,
A flock to brainwash us all.
No more lies,
Never surrender,
No more deaths,
Take action to change this world.
I've had enough with the way they treat us,
Like the cattle before its slaughtered,
Some hung by their throats,
Others shot 'point-blank,'
Because they wanted a change.
I'm sick of this disease,
Spreading faster, trying to kill us all,
Their lies to change our views,
And control the way we think,
Their endless subliminal messages,
Force us to do unthinkable things,
It is time for a change.
No more lies,
Never surrender,
No more deaths,
Take action to change this world.
Burning ones heart
With the rest of the nation,
A liar; all our comrades,
The flash blinds our eyes,
Sparks begin to fly with our 'will' which never dies,
Put us to tests; drill our ears,
Another syringe in our veins,
Speak to speed this wave,
A flock to brainwash us all.
No more lies,
Never surrender,
No more deaths,
Take action to change this world.
I've had enough with the way they treat us,
Like the cattle before its slaughtered,
Some hung by their throats,
Others shot 'point-blank,'
Because they wanted a change.
I'm sick of this disease,
Spreading faster, trying to kill us all,
Their lies to change our views,
And control the way we think,
Their endless subliminal messages,
Force us to do unthinkable things,
It is time for a change.
No more lies,
Never surrender,
No more deaths,
Take action to change this world.
Friday, January 18, 2008
Away from Reality..... for a while
This upcoming monday will most likely pull me from reality. Once again I start another semester in College; this time it is my last one, hopefully. I usually have 6-7 classes per semester, but this time I will be loaded. Heavily. 8 courses, buddy. 8 Freakin' courses. Yes, french counts as a course. However, this time I am taking option courses that I do enjoy. The last 3 semesters I chose Psychology, Sociology of Law and Politics (I really love the topic, but the teacher sucked big cajones). This semester I have as option courses; War and Revolution (YES!!), Clash in Cultures; U.S. History (Alrighty!) and *gulp* Money and Banking (yuk! but i'll survive). Money and Banking was my third option of that category. I had chosen Third World Countries as my first option, Tourism as my second option and Money and Banking as my third and final option. Unfortunately, Third World Countries and Tourism conflicted with my program's schedule. As you can already tell, I would have been thrilled to have Third World Countries instead of Money and Banking.
Though, the question still ponders. What do I want to be? Journalism to teacher to historian to who knows what else. However, I have been thinking about going south of the U.S. border such as Mexico, Argentina, Colombia and so on, to teach or learn about their cultures. I am very interested in the history of these countries as well as their struggles; I.E; War and Revolution.
Though, the question still ponders. What do I want to be? Journalism to teacher to historian to who knows what else. However, I have been thinking about going south of the U.S. border such as Mexico, Argentina, Colombia and so on, to teach or learn about their cultures. I am very interested in the history of these countries as well as their struggles; I.E; War and Revolution.
Monday, January 14, 2008
What a day!
So yeah, it's sunday night and instead of being asleep at 10pm I am chatting *big smile.* I chatted for quite a while as I drank some sweet tasty amaretto coffee (thank you Rebecca for that lol). Coffee at night? Big mistake. As much as I love coffee, I should not be drinking it at night before going to work *smirk.* Well, you know where this is heading. I couldn't sleep for a while, Damn it! Actually it did me good. It allowed me to think on a few things. Anyways, the next day I wake up to some chocolate milk (God Damn Rollo chocolate at that). So, as I drank that chocolate on my way to work, my stomach immediately began to ache. Yup, freakin' ache. I start working and what do I feel like doing? What? Did you say 'you felt like throwing up, vomiting?" Yes, bingo, Yathzee, the PRICE IS RIGHT! Due to these circumstances I leave work to go home for a nice nap (yeah....right). Home. Now I got nothing to do but relax; so I relax. I have a couple of drinks (not coke or any sodas ;) ) and now, all of sudden, I start feeling better. Then, just a few hours ago, I fall down a flight of stairs (ok! 5 steps!). I scrapped part of my right hand; mind you, it was painful but it did not bother me that much. Still, it was a pain in the ass (ARM!).
Saturday, January 12, 2008
Lost (t.v series) returns
I just found out the other day that Lost, the t.v. series, returns January 31st. This will be its fourth season. I am quite certain that many of you know what the show is about, and a good chunk of you watch it. Those that follow the show either love it to death, or love it but hate the lack of answers. I, a Lost fan, fit in option two; love it but hate the lack of answers. Though, J.J. Abrams provides some superb marketing, which pulls the audience to watch the show. Meh!
Thursday, January 10, 2008
Hard time reading
As I mentioned in my previous post, I have been having a hard time reading the books that are a must read for my following english class. I have no problem with reading books; I love reading books. However, I just do not enjoy the theme of the books: struggling women, women, women, women, women.......and women. Now, I have nothing against books about women, it is just that these books that talk about women's supposed struggle during the war or in the 19th century is boring me. Usually I breeze by books - 3-5 days if I really enjoy it - however, when I do not enjoy the book but have to read it for school, it takes me a long while. Argh! I hate these books. Really. I was just trying to read "Return of the soldier" by Rebecca West, a 90 page book. 90 Freaking pages. That would take me less then 3 hours to read. Much less. Way less if the book WAS INTERESTING, Jesus Christ! *Must. Pull. Through.*
Anyways. I am tired as fuck - nah, the word 'fuck' is used in this type of sentence's in rap songs. I am tired. Long day at work; heavy material to lift, emptying a container filled with loads of 70+ lbs boxes (materials). Argh. I need some sleep. My eyes are slowly flickering like the light in my room. I would not be surprised if my eyes shut as my head falls on my laptop at this moment. No Surprise at all. None. None, whatsoever. None, I said. None!
Also, I have come with a main topic for my next lyric/poem, whatever you want to call it. The main team will focus on how Religion has controlled society and prevented freedom in such a way. It should and BETTER be interesting. Hopefully it will be.
Anyways. I am tired as fuck - nah, the word 'fuck' is used in this type of sentence's in rap songs. I am tired. Long day at work; heavy material to lift, emptying a container filled with loads of 70+ lbs boxes (materials). Argh. I need some sleep. My eyes are slowly flickering like the light in my room. I would not be surprised if my eyes shut as my head falls on my laptop at this moment. No Surprise at all. None. None, whatsoever. None, I said. None!
Also, I have come with a main topic for my next lyric/poem, whatever you want to call it. The main team will focus on how Religion has controlled society and prevented freedom in such a way. It should and BETTER be interesting. Hopefully it will be.
Sunday, January 6, 2008
A new year, a new post
First post of the year BOO-YAA! As I am writing this post I am listening to 'Insane in the Membrane' from Cypress Hill. WOOOOOO. I usually have something to say, some main topic or something when I post, but right now I got nothing. I can rap for you, but, then again writing the words down would not be the same exquisite experience of me singing it to you. Well, you can cross that out. Umm. I did complete season 8th of the X-files, if that means anything to you. Nah, you probably don't give a shit. Meh. How can I entertain you? You have any Tequila? Tequila Bang Bang? Some Gin, 151, vodka? I guess not.
On a negative side, I have not completed a single novel for my english class, which begins in two weeks. I have 6 books to read, but I was told by my teacher that I should only focus on the first two; "Ann Veronica," and "The Return of the Soldier." I can most likely read these two books in 4-6 days if I really want to, but I cannot seem to focus on them. I read about 30 something pages of Ann Veronica and fell asleep. It was boring, what can I tell you. Then again, I did start reading it around Christmas time, I believe, a time when drinking, eating and being with the family was a priority. Umm, that bottle of vodka, shots, rhum and Coke, Jack and Coke.....ummm. Shit! Where was I? *Reads the last 3 lines* Right! So, I started reading Ann Veronica, trying to mind you. My eyes began closing....slowly.....shut.
'Till next time.
On a negative side, I have not completed a single novel for my english class, which begins in two weeks. I have 6 books to read, but I was told by my teacher that I should only focus on the first two; "Ann Veronica," and "The Return of the Soldier." I can most likely read these two books in 4-6 days if I really want to, but I cannot seem to focus on them. I read about 30 something pages of Ann Veronica and fell asleep. It was boring, what can I tell you. Then again, I did start reading it around Christmas time, I believe, a time when drinking, eating and being with the family was a priority. Umm, that bottle of vodka, shots, rhum and Coke, Jack and Coke.....ummm. Shit! Where was I? *Reads the last 3 lines* Right! So, I started reading Ann Veronica, trying to mind you. My eyes began closing....slowly.....shut.
'Till next time.
Monday, December 31, 2007
Goodbye 2007
2007. A year filled with joy and in varying degrees pain, suffering, fucked up and so much more. Well, in 9 hours and 38 minutes 2007 will be the past. THE PAST. *Pumps fist* I am certain that I have had my ups and downs in 2007, however, I cannot, for some reason, think of many as of this minute. Then, again, it would be pretty personal as I'm sure most of your ups and downs are personal. Oh well.
Also, not that anyone gives a rat's ass (me neither) but this is the most blog posts I have posted in a month - 9 in December. Another cheer! *but I only hear the sound of crickets chirping - oh wait are those golf claps?*
Also, not that anyone gives a rat's ass (me neither) but this is the most blog posts I have posted in a month - 9 in December. Another cheer! *but I only hear the sound of crickets chirping - oh wait are those golf claps?*
Sunday, December 30, 2007
The Last March
I thought I would post this lyric/poem, whatever you want to call it. I found this written in my agenda from last year, while I looked for my lost lyrics/poems. I made some adjustments, nothing big.
With all these diseases;
Infecting
All our minds with all these lies,
Obliged to do
What you wouldn't normally do,
Indulge, creativeness,
All is gone just as bliss,
Everyone feels discrete,
And the importance to keep this underground.
Keeping secret; to yourselves,
Destroying yourselves and the world around; everyone.
Fill the blank with your name, sign,
But when your names taken away,
How do you feel?
What does your mind tell you to feel?
All the blood rushing to your head,
All your veins starting to expand; explode,
During the war, stripped to pieces,
Honor what?!
Fill the blank, when your names taken away,
Spit, chew, true to say 'what is in your head?'
All the honor turning to dust; fade!
Spit the truth, yell, take it back,
Everything that was taken from you,
Push to the limit, words hurt,
But it's no time to yell words,
Fill the blank, when your names taken away.
Continue to put yourself out,
And you'll remain unknown, forgotten,
Words will deceive, people will betray,
Another day filled with blood and death,
Another cause, a heart attack, a broken dream,
Casualties,
Live and die, with the cross
Engraved on their chests.
Names printed, symbols,
Buried with their national flag,
A cold day, a cold view on everything,
Here lies the one you loved and followed,
Why do the good die young and the bad live longer?
How is there good without any evil?
How is there evil without any good?
Keep everything to yourself,
And you will bring the entire world to an end.
Innocents losing lives
Because they have been raised
To question the truth,
And all your worries
Embellished and buried,
Everything strikes at the same time,
Power to the people,
Find it in your soul,
Honor's not what you think it used to be,
You'll always need more,
Always want more.
Residents, obliterated,
Monuments, shot and destroyed,
Curse because you hate it,
Hurting some more,
Concerning us all,
Hatred and love,
Symmetry; a sentimental eclipse,
Within the eye of the sun, their ruler,
Helen, only a figment of our imagination.
A marking, a ruler,
A lie, a traitor,
Betray us in the end,
A nail on the coffin,
Hammer it down,
Striking it again and again and again
Until the pain is rusted,
Until the lies are buried,
Along with your mistakes.
Your decisions, our suffering,
Your words, our curse,
Everything you do, killing us in the end,
Incidents, accidents,
Covering your tracks,
Your sacrifice? This is honor?
Who's honor?
With all these diseases;
Infecting
All our minds with all these lies,
Obliged to do
What you wouldn't normally do,
Indulge, creativeness,
All is gone just as bliss,
Everyone feels discrete,
And the importance to keep this underground.
Keeping secret; to yourselves,
Destroying yourselves and the world around; everyone.
Fill the blank with your name, sign,
But when your names taken away,
How do you feel?
What does your mind tell you to feel?
All the blood rushing to your head,
All your veins starting to expand; explode,
During the war, stripped to pieces,
Honor what?!
Fill the blank, when your names taken away,
Spit, chew, true to say 'what is in your head?'
All the honor turning to dust; fade!
Spit the truth, yell, take it back,
Everything that was taken from you,
Push to the limit, words hurt,
But it's no time to yell words,
Fill the blank, when your names taken away.
Continue to put yourself out,
And you'll remain unknown, forgotten,
Words will deceive, people will betray,
Another day filled with blood and death,
Another cause, a heart attack, a broken dream,
Casualties,
Live and die, with the cross
Engraved on their chests.
Names printed, symbols,
Buried with their national flag,
A cold day, a cold view on everything,
Here lies the one you loved and followed,
Why do the good die young and the bad live longer?
How is there good without any evil?
How is there evil without any good?
Keep everything to yourself,
And you will bring the entire world to an end.
Innocents losing lives
Because they have been raised
To question the truth,
And all your worries
Embellished and buried,
Everything strikes at the same time,
Power to the people,
Find it in your soul,
Honor's not what you think it used to be,
You'll always need more,
Always want more.
Residents, obliterated,
Monuments, shot and destroyed,
Curse because you hate it,
Hurting some more,
Concerning us all,
Hatred and love,
Symmetry; a sentimental eclipse,
Within the eye of the sun, their ruler,
Helen, only a figment of our imagination.
A marking, a ruler,
A lie, a traitor,
Betray us in the end,
A nail on the coffin,
Hammer it down,
Striking it again and again and again
Until the pain is rusted,
Until the lies are buried,
Along with your mistakes.
Your decisions, our suffering,
Your words, our curse,
Everything you do, killing us in the end,
Incidents, accidents,
Covering your tracks,
Your sacrifice? This is honor?
Who's honor?
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
Books to complete
These are the books I will complete by next summer (not including the 6 books for this semester's English):
1. The Secret Agent by Joseph Conrad (p.95 of 280)
2. Kingdom Come by J.G. Ballard
3. The House of the Dead by Fyodor Dostoyevski
4. We the living by Ayn Rand
5. The Shinning by Stephen King
6. Catch-22 Joseph Heller
7. The Bourne Supremecy by Robert Ludlum
8. Moonraker by Ian Fleming
9. Live or Let Die by Ian Fleming
And I guess so many more..............
1. The Secret Agent by Joseph Conrad (p.95 of 280)
2. Kingdom Come by J.G. Ballard
3. The House of the Dead by Fyodor Dostoyevski
4. We the living by Ayn Rand
5. The Shinning by Stephen King
6. Catch-22 Joseph Heller
7. The Bourne Supremecy by Robert Ludlum
8. Moonraker by Ian Fleming
9. Live or Let Die by Ian Fleming
And I guess so many more..............
Dang Da Dang Diggy Diggy Dang Da Dang
Da sound of Buck 65s hit song, "Dang." Sweet song if I may say so. Why am I writing about Buck 65? Don't know, maybe because I got his new album this christmas (or should I say, his latest album). A great album with a shit load of edgy-in-your-face-beats and quick back-and-forth rap. Some notable songs from the album, situation, that I should mention are: 1957, Dang, Shutter buggin', Ho-boys (yes, you got that right HO-boys), Rebel, Benz, way back when, cop shades, lipstick, heatwave, mr. nobody. Oh well, I got nothing to add right now....wow, what a waste, posting about 6 lines.....
Saturday, December 22, 2007
LOOK OUT MAN: "I am Legend review"
Friday night. A Night filled with terror and comedy just like any other night. But NO, this was a different night. How? I don't know, it just was. From the Mayans to the Britain to the Europeans to todays civilization, we have changed. Nonetheless, last night, friday night, was different. I went to see "I am Legend;" the title still baffles me, damn English. Then again, it may just be me and those ten bottles of beer. It is pretty lame and exquisite when you see the world through a drunken state of mind (oh?). I guess you, whoever you are, are waiting for me to lay down the smackdown on your candiass'.
The Review: I will be brief without spoiling anyone's fancy. The movie, overall, was well done. However, don't get this confused with an oscar winning prize or something. I do not think it will win movie of the year or best director, but Will Smith may have a shot at grabbing an oscar for best actor, that is if he is nominated. There were certain scenes that were sad, hence the whole plot of the movie. These certain scenes will not be elaborated without shedding some spoilers. However, I will say that these scenes may leave you with tears depending on how sensitive you are. Anyways, I would have liked to see a better or longer explanation of the beginning, before the virus, and after the virus took place. Don't get me wrong, the movie does dwell on these facts, but I felt that there was something missing on their execution. The end of the movie can leave some viewers dissatisfied, but viewers should not judge the entire movie on how it ends; they should judge the movie on how it develops. The movie starts with an explanation of what is going on, in other words, what caused this virus. It starts at a slow pace with little dialogue and more motion and actions. However, there are certain indications of something wrong in the world at the beginning; we see Will Smith and his dog, Sam, who are the only survivors in the outskirts of New York City; as Will Smith arrives to his home he sprays some kind of chemical on his staircase, and as night arrives, Smith's character shuts all windows with a metallic door. At this point you already know something is wrong. However, the most intensive scene arguably, is when Smith chases his dog, Sam, into a dark warehouse. There is a smooth transition of safe, alone, determination and somewhat happiness to 'there is something wrong,' dangerous, scary and ominous; this is brilliantly emphasized in Will Smith's face postures and his low and clammy voice. Overall, this movie is 4/5.
I arrived at my cousins house that night to impersonations of Elvis Pressley, Arnold Scwarzenegger and Christopher Walkin. For at least a good ten minutes I was laughing at my cousin's impersonation of Jack White as Elvis Pressley in the new movie, Dewie Cox. 'Loooooook OUT maaan," and that priceless reaction from Dewie Cox!
The Review: I will be brief without spoiling anyone's fancy. The movie, overall, was well done. However, don't get this confused with an oscar winning prize or something. I do not think it will win movie of the year or best director, but Will Smith may have a shot at grabbing an oscar for best actor, that is if he is nominated. There were certain scenes that were sad, hence the whole plot of the movie. These certain scenes will not be elaborated without shedding some spoilers. However, I will say that these scenes may leave you with tears depending on how sensitive you are. Anyways, I would have liked to see a better or longer explanation of the beginning, before the virus, and after the virus took place. Don't get me wrong, the movie does dwell on these facts, but I felt that there was something missing on their execution. The end of the movie can leave some viewers dissatisfied, but viewers should not judge the entire movie on how it ends; they should judge the movie on how it develops. The movie starts with an explanation of what is going on, in other words, what caused this virus. It starts at a slow pace with little dialogue and more motion and actions. However, there are certain indications of something wrong in the world at the beginning; we see Will Smith and his dog, Sam, who are the only survivors in the outskirts of New York City; as Will Smith arrives to his home he sprays some kind of chemical on his staircase, and as night arrives, Smith's character shuts all windows with a metallic door. At this point you already know something is wrong. However, the most intensive scene arguably, is when Smith chases his dog, Sam, into a dark warehouse. There is a smooth transition of safe, alone, determination and somewhat happiness to 'there is something wrong,' dangerous, scary and ominous; this is brilliantly emphasized in Will Smith's face postures and his low and clammy voice. Overall, this movie is 4/5.
I arrived at my cousins house that night to impersonations of Elvis Pressley, Arnold Scwarzenegger and Christopher Walkin. For at least a good ten minutes I was laughing at my cousin's impersonation of Jack White as Elvis Pressley in the new movie, Dewie Cox. 'Loooooook OUT maaan," and that priceless reaction from Dewie Cox!
Thursday, December 13, 2007
Two for Two
As I stated previously, I finished school last Friday but I had to hand in a "bloody" essay (screw you :D I WILL write Bloody, a'ight?). Tuesday rolls along and I'm doing nothing. Wednesday comes and I find myself at work for eight hours earning a measly 8.50 an hour. As much as that can sound like a pain in the ass, work is fun - at least where I work it is. We are a bunch of, approximately, 9 guys talking about 'guy' stuff while we work; some make orders of tools, equipment that is then shipped to other companies throughout America, while others fill up the beams or check what we have received and later place it in the beams. A bunch of hefty workload passed around. So, as I claimed just minutes ago, work is fun. Guy stuff, yes, guy stuff, must I mention what? I do not think I have to. It is not just 'guy stuff,' we talk about sports (very little), our work (hardly ever), other employees (most of the time....in girl terms; gossip), books (well.....never), magazines (yeah freakin' right), prostitutes (those who tour the outline of the building........it's a joke people, lighten up for Christ's sake), sandwiches (you know us Italians....well I must confess, there is only two Italians), provolone (haha), smoked-meat (yum yum), Rims (roll up that freakin' rim to win), pinatas (sorry for excluding the hyphen on the N), music (oh, tons of it. About 3 guys discuss music, that's how hip-hop, gangster and the whole she-bang we are), and a bunch of other non-sense-whack-ironic-hip-hop-stupid-disgusting-bizarre-funkadelic-shit we talk about during the day. Nonetheless, it is fun cursing in Italian while the other employees think you are singing some weird song....I tell yeah.
*spelling is very awkward but sing this by how it is spelt...of course with an Italian accent*
Wow, that really sounds horrible. Jeez, I'm no Italian pro speller, a'ight?
*spelling is very awkward but sing this by how it is spelt...of course with an Italian accent*
"Stu Cazzo de merde, questo rimbambido, un disgratiato e puzzo como la merde"
Wow, that really sounds horrible. Jeez, I'm no Italian pro speller, a'ight?
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
The lost Song
Here we go, this foolish song.
Is this the end for us?
What have we set in motion?
It's the usual;
"Whathave you done for me lately?"
We wish it would go away,
All the troubles, hatred and loss,
But everything's rough; going all too fast,
We're going quickly,
Our time is coming to an end,
So gather all your flowers,
All of your sympathies and sorrows.
Let out true colors shine,
Let me hold your hand,
As we take our final steps,
Everything is clear to me,
But we are the leaves falling from the trees.
Take a stroll through memory lane,
Oh, I've been wonderin' where I've been,
To many knots to untie this scene,
Let love rule, but let me go,
Take me along, leave me here,
Don't drag me around,
But I don't want to be here alone.
The fire starts to erupt
In her eyes as the clouds begin to darken,
The hundred sparks;
As we try to light this match on fire,
Let our love spark like it used too,
Every cure, every disease, every moment of clarity,
Let me see what we've done.
A useless song,
A useless prayer,
A useless moment through our eyes,
A useless fight that no one needs,
Who we are; this useless disease.
Is this the end for us?
What have we set in motion?
It's the usual;
"Whathave you done for me lately?"
We wish it would go away,
All the troubles, hatred and loss,
But everything's rough; going all too fast,
We're going quickly,
Our time is coming to an end,
So gather all your flowers,
All of your sympathies and sorrows.
Let out true colors shine,
Let me hold your hand,
As we take our final steps,
Everything is clear to me,
But we are the leaves falling from the trees.
Take a stroll through memory lane,
Oh, I've been wonderin' where I've been,
To many knots to untie this scene,
Let love rule, but let me go,
Take me along, leave me here,
Don't drag me around,
But I don't want to be here alone.
The fire starts to erupt
In her eyes as the clouds begin to darken,
The hundred sparks;
As we try to light this match on fire,
Let our love spark like it used too,
Every cure, every disease, every moment of clarity,
Let me see what we've done.
A useless song,
A useless prayer,
A useless moment through our eyes,
A useless fight that no one needs,
Who we are; this useless disease.
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Season 7.......is complete
Yeah, so "What did you do today Claudio?" Well, let me see. I woke up at 9 in the morning, brushed my teeth, took care of the dog and other meaningless things. Oh! and I finished watching the X-Files season 7. Though, I do not have any intentions on starting season 8 this week. However, I must admit that I am fucking anticipating the next season. So I swore!? Geez, we are adults. *Begins to wonder if elves or two year old children read his blogs* No? So, back to the basics. Season 7 is complete, now I've got nothing to do but play some ball-hockey....in the house WOOOO!!! Windows, doors, chairs, railings, here I come!
Don't you just hate when you want to write, but you have absolutely nothing to contribute? You wouldn't know, or else you would be trying to write instead of reading someone else's ideas. Not that I have any at this moment.
Christmas is around the corner. I cannot believe that the year has gone by this quick. A day to celebrate Jesus' birth or a day to receive a shit-load of gifts, many which will be useless and never used. You know what? I think it is time for me to write a poem......
Don't you just hate when you want to write, but you have absolutely nothing to contribute? You wouldn't know, or else you would be trying to write instead of reading someone else's ideas. Not that I have any at this moment.
Christmas is around the corner. I cannot believe that the year has gone by this quick. A day to celebrate Jesus' birth or a day to receive a shit-load of gifts, many which will be useless and never used. You know what? I think it is time for me to write a poem......
Saturday, December 8, 2007
Essayin' and some other Random shit
Exams are done, classes are over, and yet I still have to go to school monday to hand in a "bloody" essay. Indeed, the term "bloody" is relevant to the essay and to this random blog discussion. The second you think something is over, BAM it hits you in the ass (take that however you like, misinterpret it; sexually, disgusting, whatever makes you sleep at night). Now, back to this english essay, which must be at least 1000 words long about "sexual" desires in two plays, notably 'Othello' and 'Measure for Measure.' For God's sake, the essay IS on Sexual Desire, Jesus! Let's take a look at the length of the paper, 1000 words. SOme of you (probably no one, because no one is reading this blog, therefore, I can say whatever I like without offending someone; shit, ass, cock, balls....*Get back to the point Claudio!*) believe that 1000 words is like writing a 100 page novel with a font size of 10 on a 8' by 12' sheet (It's a joke ok!). Let me assure you that I have written 1000 words in my sleep. The problem is not the word count, hell no, the problem lies on the beginning of the essay. In other words, for you clueless people out there, the problem is to start the essay because it takes time to get into the topic (essay as a whole). Now, why in God's name am I wasting a blog entry on 'writing an essay?'
So this guy walks into a bar....*Ouch!* Ok, so that was not funny at all. Sorry I'm trying to amuse you (yes, I'm a clown, who ammuses people for my own sanity). Obviously, that did not work.
For the sake of closing this topic, about 'writing an essay,' once I hand in that "bloody" and, probably, filthy essay I will be yelling at the top of my lungs "FREEEEEEEEEEEEDDDOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMM!!!" Then I will realise that I only have 5 or six weeks until my live becomes hell all over again.
On a positive note, - well maybe positive for some other people - I will not listen to Rage Against the MAchine this weekend, nor will I meantion RAge against the machine this weekend. This is the last time I will say Rage Against the Machine this weekend. No more Rage this weekend....No more...Ok, that is it, this is the last freaking time I say, spell, write Rage Against the Machine! Period. Damnit!
So this guy walks into a bar....*Ouch!* Ok, so that was not funny at all. Sorry I'm trying to amuse you (yes, I'm a clown, who ammuses people for my own sanity). Obviously, that did not work.
For the sake of closing this topic, about 'writing an essay,' once I hand in that "bloody" and, probably, filthy essay I will be yelling at the top of my lungs "FREEEEEEEEEEEEDDDOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMM!!!" Then I will realise that I only have 5 or six weeks until my live becomes hell all over again.
On a positive note, - well maybe positive for some other people - I will not listen to Rage Against the MAchine this weekend, nor will I meantion RAge against the machine this weekend. This is the last time I will say Rage Against the Machine this weekend. No more Rage this weekend....No more...Ok, that is it, this is the last freaking time I say, spell, write Rage Against the Machine! Period. Damnit!
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Fire
So, here I am sitting on my ass once again. Still. No movement, except for these bloody (literally) fingers typing what is being said at this moment. Images flashing before my eyes, over and over and over and over. Logic seems to slip past my mind, what do I have left? My eyes staring at the wall, the images over and over and over and over again. Unfortunately, I do not know what I see. Is it a hand? Is it a face? A baby? A ball? Some bloody mess thanks to the soldiers down in Iraq? The images begin to blur: a sandstorm is formed. An unconqered land with thousands of peasants struggling to survive. I see a women; her clothes covers her entire body. The lack of food, water, money....living people, roam the land. The sun rises, but only for several minutes before the land turns to darkness once again. No homes. No leader, just beggars and angry voices. The ground is red; bright red, bright as blood. However, I cannot be sure that it is blood. Nonetheless, the way these people live, struggle and die, I would not be surprised that it is blood. The river is light blue at night but dark red in the day.
Now, I see through the eyes of a human; woman or man, I do not know. I also do not know if I am seeing the world through the eyes of a killer, a child, a beggar or of a ghost. I am walking through the broken land. I see a woman as I turn to the right; she is crawling towards the same direction that I am walking. North? East? West? South? How the hell should I know? She crawls with her child clutching her shoulders as he sits on her back. She is fearless; I can tell by the look in her eyes. However, she is also in pain. Her eyes tell another story; she is weak but her mind is set on her child. I just know it. Suddenly, my vision shifts back to what is in front of me. The more the person walks, the clearer the image up ahead is. What is it? I wonder, but I do not know. I see smoke, and lots of it. Suddenly, I stop; I am looking down at my feet where someone has grabbed my leg. The hand - the one that is clutching at my leg - is covered in blood and white sand. I am pleading to help the person, but I just brush the arm off my leg and continue walking.
I'm walking, walking and walking some more until I see the image. The same image that was filled with smoke. It is a home on fire, surrounded by men being shot. Why? What is happening?
Now, I see through the eyes of a human; woman or man, I do not know. I also do not know if I am seeing the world through the eyes of a killer, a child, a beggar or of a ghost. I am walking through the broken land. I see a woman as I turn to the right; she is crawling towards the same direction that I am walking. North? East? West? South? How the hell should I know? She crawls with her child clutching her shoulders as he sits on her back. She is fearless; I can tell by the look in her eyes. However, she is also in pain. Her eyes tell another story; she is weak but her mind is set on her child. I just know it. Suddenly, my vision shifts back to what is in front of me. The more the person walks, the clearer the image up ahead is. What is it? I wonder, but I do not know. I see smoke, and lots of it. Suddenly, I stop; I am looking down at my feet where someone has grabbed my leg. The hand - the one that is clutching at my leg - is covered in blood and white sand. I am pleading to help the person, but I just brush the arm off my leg and continue walking.
I'm walking, walking and walking some more until I see the image. The same image that was filled with smoke. It is a home on fire, surrounded by men being shot. Why? What is happening?
Thursday, November 22, 2007
So I was walking in a bar.......
Dear God, it has been one month since my last post. I have been busy with a shit load of essays - oops, sorry God for such language - and a shit load of exams - damn, there I go again, fuck, I just said damn and Fu...let me start over once again.
Dear God, it has been one month since my last post. I have been busy with a shi- i mean 'a lot' of essays and 'a lot' of exams. However, I must confess that this has been my first free week of the month. I'm truly sorry for not posting... I really am. I have been marching through town with these damn leather boots - I mean nice 'clean' boots. Oh, did I say 'damn' again? There I had to say it once again. For the love of - *takes deep breath*
I my confess, once again, that I have not consumed any alcohol in the past month or so. I congrats myself *three cheers.* However, that is most likely going to change after December 7th; the day I finish my third semester.
Dear God, bless this post; it is my first post in a month.
Dear, dear, dear, dear......
Dear God, it has been one month since my last post. I have been busy with a shi- i mean 'a lot' of essays and 'a lot' of exams. However, I must confess that this has been my first free week of the month. I'm truly sorry for not posting... I really am. I have been marching through town with these damn leather boots - I mean nice 'clean' boots. Oh, did I say 'damn' again? There I had to say it once again. For the love of - *takes deep breath*
I my confess, once again, that I have not consumed any alcohol in the past month or so. I congrats myself *three cheers.* However, that is most likely going to change after December 7th; the day I finish my third semester.
Dear God, bless this post; it is my first post in a month.
Dear, dear, dear, dear......
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