:: ROK ::

:: 5.12.2004 ::

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This is so awesome... he made a portrait of Bob Marley by using purely condiments... so rad.

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El Viejo

La cabecita despierta
Orgullo de su mamá
El niño creció en su casa
El adolescente quiere asomar

Resbalando las veredas
El barrio lo encandiló
Dando vueltas las esquinas
Tocó placeres, tocó dolor

Se enamoro de la vida
Todos los días, todas las noches,
Desayunó con las damas,
La cena se la salteó

Va caminando sin rumbo
Lleva la calma del vagabundo
Pero dejando la vida
Donde mande la ocasión

Viejo divino ¿dónde vas?
Yo sé muy bien que no querés mirar atrás
Final amargo sólo queda hoy
Tu perro flaco
Y el fondo de un vino pa# entibiar

Después de las juventudes
Cansado de tropezar
Se busca una buena esposa
Y catorce horas pa# trabajar

Pero algunos pajaritos
No se pueden encerrar
Se les va apenando el alma
De pronto ya no quieren cantar

Se desparramó de a poco después
Que entraba pa# los cuarenta
Y casi sin darse cuenta
Alcohólico se volvió

Y fue bajando escalones
Muchos inviernos a la deriva
Las vueltas que da la vida
En la calle terminó
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cool, finally got it onto a webpage... yey, finally figured out this crud called ftp. and I'm still sick...
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I hate being sick....
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Trish:"Invitating"
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http://www.livejournal.com/users/likiwi2/
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Lin:"Come on. I wrote on your face. The least you could do for me is this."
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http://uyenniethepoo.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_uyenniethepoo_archive.html
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I hate school.
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Mickey Mouse Is Dead
Subhumans

Mickey Mouse is dead
Got kicked in the head
Cos people got too serious
They planned out what they said
They couldnt take the fantasy
Tried to accept reality
Analyzed the laughs
Cos pleasure comes in halves
The purity of comedy
They had to take it seriously
Changed the words around
Tried to make it look profound
The comedian is onstage
Pisstaking for a wage
The critics think hes great
But the laughter turns to hate

Mickey Mouse is on TV
And the kids stare at the screen
But the pictures are all black and white
And the words dont mean a thing
Cos Mummys got no money
And daddy is in jail
He couldnt afford the license
She cant afford the bail, no

The kids out in the road
Their minds have all gone cold
Cos Mickey Mouse is dead
They shot him through the head
With ignorance and scorn
They believed in something new
They read the papers, watched the films
And thought they knew the truth

Look what youve done to Mickey Mouse

But reality deceives
Whatever you believe
Theres always another idea
And theirs is based on fear
The fear of being sussed
For what they really are
The fear of being laughed at
When they go too far

They call it paranoia
You cant laugh it away
Until you come to realize
Everyones the same
People hide their problems under faces of contempt
They hide em, till it kills em, and no one is exempt
Not even you

Look what youve done to Mickey Mouse
1, 2, 3, 4, look what youve done to Mickey Mouse
1, 2, 3, 4, cant you even laugh it away?

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Blah!
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This is such an awesome address, well, atleast I think so, that it's so sad that I've let it go to waste so far...
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this sucks.... can't connect to FTP crap thingamabobber... grrr..... grrrrrrr (in a bad way)
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another grr...
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grr
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Victimas del Dr. Cerebro.....
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Go to Sniff Some Glue for more lyrics and junk!
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I had to restart this blogger so here is one of my last postings that was never published:

[6/27/2002 11:06:10 AM | ME!]

This is such a great poem/song:

I Know You

(Henry Rollins )

I know you
You were too short
You had bad skin
You couldn't talk to them very well
Words didn't seem to work
They lied when they came out of your mouth

You tried so hard to understand them
You wanted to be part of what was happening
You saw them having fun
And it seemed like such a mystery
Almost magic

Made you think that there was something wrong with you
You'd look in the mirror and try to find it
You thought that you were ugly
And that everyone was looking at you

So you learned to be invisible
To look down
To avoid conversation

The hours, days, weekends
Ah, the weekend nights alone
Where were you?
In the basement?
In the attic?
In your room?
Working some job - just to have something to do.
Just to have a place to put yourself
Just to have a way to get away from them
A chance to get away from the ones that made you feel
so strange and ill at ease inside yourself

Did you ever get invited to one of their parties?
You sat and wondered if you would go or not
For hours you imagined the scenarios that might transpire
They would laugh at you
If you would know what to do
If you'd have the right things on
If they would notice that you came from a different planet

Did you get all brave in your thoughts?
Like you going to be able to go in there and deal with it
and have a great time.
Did you think that you might be the life of the party?
That all these people were gonna talk to you and you
would find out that you were wrong?
That you had a lot of friends and you weren't so
strange after all?

Did you end up going?
Did they mess with you?
Did they single you out?
Did you find out that you were invited because they
thought you were so weird?

Yeah, I think I know you
You spent a lot of time full of hate
A hate that was pure sunshine
A hate that saw for miles
A hate that kept you up at night
A hate that filled your every waking moment
A hate that carried you for a long time

Yes, I think I know you
You couldn't figure out what they saw in the way they lived

Home was not home
Your room was home
A corner was home
The place they weren't, that was home

I know you

You're sensitive and you hide it because you fear
getting stepped on one more time
It seems that when you show a part of yourself that is
the least bit vulnerable someone takes advantage of you
One of them steps on you

They mistake kindliness for weakness
But you know the difference
You've been the brunt of their weakness for years
And strength is something you know a bit about because
you had to be strong to keep yourself alive

You know yourself very well now
And you don't trust people
You know them too well

You try to find that special person
Someone you can be with
Someone you can touch
Someone you can talk to
Someone you don't feel so strange around
And you find that they don't really exist
You feel closer to people on movie screens

Yeah, I think I know you
You spend a lot of time daydreaming
And people have made comment to that effect
Telling you that you're self involved, and self centred

But they don't know, do they?
About the long night shifts alone
About the years of keeping yourself company
All the nights you wrapped your arms around yourself
so you could imagine someone holding you
The hours of indecision, self doubt
The intense depression
The blinding hate
The rage that made you stagger
The devastation of rejection

Well, maybe they do know
But if they do, they sure do a good job of hiding it
It astounds you how they can be so smooth
How they seem to pass through life as if life itself
was some divine gift
And it infuriates you to watch yourself with your
apparent skill at finding every way possible to screw it up

For you life is a long trip
Terrifying and wonderful
Birds sing to you at night
The rain and the sun the changing seasons are true friends
Solitude is a hard won ally, faithful and patient

Yeah, I think I know you

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