| The LiveJournal Event of the Season |
[Jan. 21st, 2009|09:05 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  contemplative | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Tool - 46 and 2 | ] |
So, I've started my second semester at Parkland. Despite the difficulty, I must say it's quite lovely being in the music program. I'll be singing tenor in the chamber choir again; however, this go around there are only two of us -- my moment to shine. With a little motivation and luck I'll make the dean's list again, and maybe rack in an A with honors.
Life on Charles Street is as good as ever. We all freaked out because Laura's rabbit disappeared, so we searched all over the house hoping to find him before Lou returned. Turned out he was in her dresser. I must say, I'm going to miss living with my Charles Street family when our time together is up.
Charles street family tree (for all of you who haven't kept up):
Kelsey: a.k.a. Coach. My beloved sister and the default head of household. Purposeful, Dependable, Inspired. Unity Rockets Freshmen Basketball Coach. Leisure studies major at U of I.
Jeanine: a.k.a. J9, Stinko Neeny. My childhood friend. Warm, refreshing, bright. Barista at Espresso Royale. English Major at U of I.
Laura: a.k.a. Lou, Lollie. My classmate since 1st grade. Artsy, lively, real. Librarian at Champaign and Tolono libraries. Art major at Parkland.
Trent: a.k.a. Wamps. Jeanine's lover. Charming, witty, cultured. Barista at Espresso Royale. Student at Parkland.
Leslie: a.k.a. Squatter, Resry. Not much is known about this mysterious stranger, although she is pleasant.
I'll wrap it up here. No rants about being pissed off or breaking up with somebody, or being mushy and lovey with somebody. Just a normal post for no other reason than posting in this thing.
Thought of the Day: Inauguration day, over 200 Palestinians are hopelessly slaughtered by Israeli forces armed by the United States and nobody cares.
Quote of the Day: "Killing is cheap and war is a sport in a city where life and death become abstractions of policy." - Bill Moyers |
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| If a Sound Wave Were to Defy the Laws of Physics, What Would It Sound Like? |
[Nov. 6th, 2007|09:55 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  nauseated | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Electric Light Orchestra - Livin' Thing | ] |
I have finally met with Mrs. Fletcher to discuss my schedule for next semester.
We have established the following:
I might be dropping chorus.
I might be dropping English 102.
I might be dropping my study hall next semester.
I might be dropping 0-hour PE.
Basically, nothing has been resolved. However, I asked Mrs. Fletcher about my situations with Chorus and she said that she'll talk to Mr. Morrison to see if I can avoid losing points for "Credo". I wish Mr. Rogers didn't have to make such a big deal about it. I'm singing the rest of his damn carols. Of course, neither he nor Mr. Jean understand where I'm coming from. SO FRUSTRATING.
In other news, I saw a kid have a seisure in english while watching a TV show about dead babies. So you could say I had a good morning at least.
Right now I'm thinking about my voice. In it's purest form I sound like a singer from a 60's psychodelic rock band. It's not quite what I'm going for, but hey, I'm getting better all the time.
Thought of the Day:
"What does he have that I don't?"
Quote of the Day:
"I'm taking a dive. All that's left is pain." |
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| Back After Over A Year |
[Oct. 29th, 2007|10:54 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  GAAAAAAAAAAAH! | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Nine Inch Nails - Terrible Lie | ] |
I didn't need this for a long time, probably because I was happy with my life. Everything was so wonderful for such a long time (with a few little rough spots, but that's to be expected). But now things have changed, so I'm back to writing in my little LJ to keep me sane (or something like that). As with most entries in this damn thing, I'll probably look back later and think "Man, what a stupid whiny jackass." However, I don't give a fuck about that right now.
As you are reading this, do you find yourself wondering why I'm so angry? Well, keep on reading and you will find the answer.
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...
Here it is.
Jenni and I are over.
I'd just like to vent through a statement that is so heinous I will without a doubt laugh at its absurdity upon reading it a few months down the road.
Right now I'm about pissed enough to throw newborn puppies into an iron maiden and use the remains to make protein shakes laced with LSD for starving children in Africa in order to strengthen them enough to operate in a private army dedicated to the destruction of the world through the spread of AIDS.
Which reminds me, anybody want to go see Saw 4?
Anyway, life sucks. |
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| I Have An Announcement |
[Oct. 24th, 2006|03:33 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | I miss Jenni | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Alison Krauss - Every Time You Say Goodbye | ] |
I would like to notify the world.
I love Jennifer Chandler.
That is all.
...
Today I was back at school after spending the past four days at the hospital. It was horrible. I thought I was going to die. All I could think about was Jenni. I told Mr. Tilford that I wouldn't be coming to play practice for the rest of the week so I could be at the hospital. He was pretty mad. I just wish he would understand how important she is to me. He doesn't even really need me for practice, my part is so small. I'll be ready for the show. Yes, it will be a little tough, but this is so much more important.
The drive to the hospital seemed to take forever. By the time I arrived she was already awake. I can't wait until she recovers more. I hate having to say, "Sorry Jenni, the doctors don't want me to kiss you. Sorry Jenni, the doctor's say I shouldn't hug you." She always looks so sad when I have to say that, but not as sad as when I tell her it's time for me to leave. I just want to be next to her forever. Is that really so much to ask? She's the most important person in the world to me. These tiny six hour visits aren't going to cut it. I need the weekend to come.
Quote of the Day:
(A hospital room, Jenni lies in a bed while Cole sits in a chair beside it. She has been sleeping for some time)
Jenni: (slowly opens one eye) Oh... Coli...
Cole: (takes her hand) Hey, hon.
Jenni: I love you... (falls back asleep)
I live for moments like that. |
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| Life Keeps Getting Better |
[Oct. 19th, 2006|10:44 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | destroyed | ] |
| [ | music |
| | The Offspring - Gone Away | ] |
In my last post, I wrote about the death of my aunt. I didn't want to have to write another post like that for a long time. As Peter would say to Jerry, "We can't have everything we want." That's a reference to The Zoo Story (which I probably won't be able to do this weekend.
Here it goes...
School was a pretty decent day. It was a half day and the work and homework load was very light. After school I went to Tyler's house. We were having a meeting there for everyone interested in joining Tyler's rock band. It was Tyler, Matt, Martin, Michelle, Jenni, and me. Matt said that he had to go home so Tyler was going to give him a ride. Jenni and Michelle wanted to go with them while Martin and I worked on band stuff. After about 3 hours of waiting for their return I couldn't shake the feeling that something was seriously wrong. I called around trying to figure out what they were up to. Eventually I tried Jenni's cell phone (which I didn't think she had) and I got her grandmother. All they told me was that she's in the ER. They wouldn't tell me where or why.
What I'm about to write is all the information that I was able to dig up.
Matt is dead.
Tyler is in critical condition.
Michelle is in critical condition.
I'm told that Jenni will recover. She's pretty banged up, and that's putting it lightly. The doctors say she'll be alright.
It was a car accident. I hear they were T-boned by a Verison truck and that the car was thrown into a telephone pole.
I can't even begin to describe the horror of it all. Not knowing, praying, denying the truth. I just wish it was all just a nightmare I could wake up from.
Right now I'm waiting for the hospital to call and tell me that I can come in and see her.
I love her so much, I don't know what I'd do if she were to...
I don't even want to write it. |
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| I'm Not Expecting Comments |
[Oct. 14th, 2006|05:25 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  bad, very bad | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Jim Croce - Photographs and Memories | ] |
It's been a long time since my last post (as always). I'll just hit the main points.
Jenni and I worked things out. We're both very glad we did.
I'm playing Pastor Phineas Wingfield in Anatomy of Gray at Unity High School on November 3rd and 4th.
I'm playing Jerry in The Zoo Story at CDW this weekend and next weekend.
My band is playing after the show on both Saturdays.
I've been really busy with practices, pep band, work, and stuff.
That's about it for anything you readers might care about.
there are only a few more words left to be said: car accident, aunt, dead, grandmother, severely, injured, sad, crying, hate, world. I have that old feeling again, the one that you get when someone you love very much has died or is dieing. I can only imagine how my grandfather feels right now. He pulled himself from the wreck to see another of his children dead and his wife seriously hurt. Mother, Kelsey, Emma, and Bryan have all gone up to Wisconsin to visit him. I should have gone with them, but I have too many things to take care of here, and too many people counting on me. It's probably better I stayed behind, I do all of my crying alone.
I just hope that I get over it quickly. I don't know how long I can keep up pretending everything is alright.
Thought of the Day:
Fuck...
Quote of the Day:
"I'm fine."
-Cole Hieke |
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| How Many More of These Must I Write? |
[Aug. 28th, 2006|04:51 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | what do you think my mood is? | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Blue Oyster Cult - This Ain't the Summer of Love | ] |
Here I am...
Single...
Again...
I don't know why people call it "single". "Alone" is much more accurate.
I'm pretty proud of myself. I don't think anyone knew how horrible I feel. That's good, because I don't want them to know. I don't want to here all their speaches. I don't want anyone saying how I'll be back on top of the world soon enough. I don't want anyone to tell me, "There are other fish in the sea." The fish I want is gone.
I fucking hate it all.
I need a band practice,
or a play audition,
or a best friend.
Anything that will get my mind off of this.
Well, I don't have any of those right now.
It's going to be the same tomorrow. Wake up. Put on my fake smile. Go to school. Pretend everythings cool. Come home. Frolic in my depression. Then I just keep repeating that cycle until something happens.
What a wonderful life.
Thought of the Day:
Being a depressed emotional teenager doesn't fit me. |
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| This Post Is Not About Family Guy |
[Aug. 17th, 2006|09:33 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | alright | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Avenged Sevenfold - Chapter Four | ] |
I helped Ross clean/pack/move earlier this week. His new apartment sounds like a great place. I'm sure he'll love it, I know I will.
A huge TV with all the next gen game consoles, comfy furniture, and a crazy room mate, what more could a guy want?
I had a date with my darling last night. T'was grand. Truly a wonderful night. I can go on and on...
That's all I'll say about that.
I'm working tomorrow. I love my job so much. It just isn't fair that I can find such great work. Aren't teenagers supposed to have crappy jobs that they hate? I am without a doubt one lucky man.
Thought of the Day:
Nick's absence is growing more and more obvious to me. It really sucks. I halfway wish he would change his mind and come back to Illinois, but I know he's better off where he is. I'll just have to keep that in mind. I should be happy for him not sorry for myself.
Quote of the Day:
"Forsake not an old friend; for the new is not comparable to him: a new friend is as new wine; when it is old, thou shalt drink it with pleasure."
-Apocrypha |
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| I've got the whole world in my hand, and it won't go away! -Grant "Fricken" Loose |
[Aug. 11th, 2006|03:02 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | accomplished | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Metallica - The Call of Ktulu | ] |
A lot has happened since my last update, as always.
I went to Jenni's sister's wedding. Jenni is without a doubt the most beautiful bridesmaid to grace any wedding in the history of the universe. The reception was pretty fun. Everyone was joyful. Truly, it was a happy day.
Now that Nick is gone, a position for Cole's Best Friend (Unity Division) has opened up. If you are interested, please leave a comment. Right now candidates include Alison Shields and Tyler Sellers. Join them and choose the path that leads to happiness, prosperity, and maybe even my phone number (if you're lucky). Candidates must be non-smokers, non-assholes, and Unity students (preferably with a similar schedule to mine)
I got a promotion of sorts at Z Entertainment. I received a raise (I'm up to $8 an hour, muaha), and I'm going to be doing more than just washing limos. Brian mentioned training me to be a DJ! Imagine... me... a DJ.
"I'm MC Cole, mutha f***ers!"
That's quite an imagination.
Thought of the Day:
"Love me faster than the devil.
Run me straight into the ground.
Drowning deep inside your water.
Drown in love and memories."
I blame you, Allison, for having this song stuck in my head! It's your fault! Don't even try to deny it!
Quote of the Day:
"I gave you a raise, I hope you don't mind"
-Boss
-=My Schedule=-
0. CO-ED PE__________________________________________J. Brown
1. ALGEBRA II________________________________________A. Jenson
2. U.S. HISTORY______________________________________T. Reetz
3. JAZZ/ROCK ENSEMBLE_________________________________B. Jean
4. SPANISH III_______________________________________J. Luesse
5. BAND______________________________________________B. Jean
6. SOCIOLOGY/LAW AND SOCIETY_________________________T. Reetz
7. ADVANCED JR ENGLISH________________________________D. Cheatum |
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| I'm Rich on the Inside |
[Jul. 3rd, 2006|08:36 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  good | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Blue Oyster Cult - This Ain't the Summer of Love | ] |
I finally paid off the speeding ticket and the traffic safety class tuition (bribes). Now all I have to do is go to that class, and my record will be clean once again.
I'm not going to be posting about the wonderful time I had with Jenni. This is a non-mushy journal (or at least that's what I'm trying for). I'll just leave it as, "I had a wonderful time with Jenni," and be done with it.
I've been having some very... "interesting" dreams lately. The kind that makes you not want to go to bed. Could be a combo of the heat and stress of getting that violation taken care of.
I'm a pretty happy guy. In fact, I am so happy that I would like to take this opportunity to say "I am happy."
...
The "..." was actually a long passage about life, friendship, values, and other crap, but I decided to delete it all. It really wasn't anything that you all haven't heard. |
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| Just a Post |
[Jun. 26th, 2006|04:47 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | I'm sure you can guess. | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Jefferson Airplane - Today | ] |
Music makes me happy.
Theater makes me happy.
My friends make me happy.
My guitar makes me happy.
But right now, more than anything,
My Jenni makes me happy.
No Quote of the Day or Thought of the Day. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jun. 23rd, 2006|04:42 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | angry | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Iced Earth - The Hunter | ] |
Today I started working at Z Entertainment. Washing and waxing limos is pretty good work. Some of you might have seen their Stretch Hummer. I got to drive it :D
So, midway through my work day, my supervisor, Bryan, asked me to make a run to Farm and Fleet. I will describe the following events in script format.
Characters:
Cole Hieke: The protagonist
Brian Luckenvill: Cole's employer
Paul Bane: Former UHS student, Farm and Fleet employee
A security guard (S.G.)
(at Z Entertainment HQ)
Brian: Cole, (hands him a small empty can of scratch remover) I need you to buy a can of this.
Cole: Alright, I'll be back soon. (gets into his car and drives to Farm and Fleet)
(at Farm and Fleet)
Cole: (comparing cans of scratch remover) No... this isn't the right one.
Paul: Hey, Cole, what's up?
Cole: Oh, Paul, maybe you can help me.
Paul: Yeah, sure.
Cole: (gives paul the empty can of scratch remover) Could you check to see if you have any of this in stock?
Paul: Sure, I'll be back in a moment. (leaves and returns a few minutes later) Sorry, we're out.
Cole: Alright, I'll just have to find some elsewhere. (returns empty can of scratch remover to pocket)
(in the parking lot of Farm and Fleet)
S.G.: You'll have to come with me, son.
Cole: ...alright
(they enter the store)
S.G.: So, would you like to show me what you took?
Cole: Huh...?
S.G.: I think you know what I mean.
Cole: (realizes that a camera must have seen him with the empty can of scratch remover) Oh! This? (pulls out can) This is mine. I was looking for this product but you don't have it.
S.G.: Wait here.
Cole: (sits in a nearby chair and waits for a few minutes) Can I call my boss really quick?
S.G.: This won't take long.
(they wait)
S.G.: Come with me.
(they enter a room with many security monitors)
S.G.: (brings up video of Cole shopping) Right here you don't have anything in your hand, and right here you put something in your pocket.
Cole: I have this can in my hand right there! I was comparing the two. It's very clear. I didn't lift anything.
(S.G. ignores Cole)
Cole: This can is empty!
(S.G. ignores Cole)
Cole: You don't even have this item in stock! How can I have stolen this from you if you don't even have any to begin with?
(S.G. ignores Cole)
S.G.: It looks like your in a lot of trouble, kid.
Cole: Get Paul Bane in here. He knows.
(S.G. waits for a few minutes and then calls Paul.)
S.G.: (on phone with Paul) Hey, Paul, that guy you helped earlier, did he have a can of scratch remover?
...
Alright. (hangs up phone)
(to Cole) You can leave, now.
What pissed me off is that nobody listened to what I had to say, it took a long time, I wasn't able to call my boss, and I didn't even get an apology.
I then got back to work about 45 minutes late and told my supervisor about what happened. I went back to work, and later he came out and told me a was running an errand and would be back in 15 minutes. A few minutes after he left, I got a call from the manager of Farm and Fleet. It was a long thorough apology. Apparently Brian went over there and chewed them out. Serves them right... bastards.
Thought of the Day:
If it weren't for Paul, I might have been in a lot of trouble.
Quote of the Day:
"How dare you question the integrity of this responsible young man!"
~Brian |
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| Happy Father's Day |
[Jun. 18th, 2006|04:13 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | fine | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Eric Clapton - My Father's Eyes | ] |
Father's Day... How insulting of you, world.
I'm not very happy right now. |
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| Lately, I've Been Thinking About Becoming A Mime |
[Jun. 2nd, 2006|01:05 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | I'm doing alright | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Alice In Chains - Rooster | ] |
http://kevan.org/nohari?name=That+kid+named+Cole
Please fill this out. Don't be shy. Give me everything you've got.
Really, please do this, people.
This is not a depressed/sad/need to vent post.
This is not a happy/jolly/content post.
This is not mushy stuff about my girlfriend.
This is not angry raving about my parents.
This is just a post, no more, no less.
It has been a little over 16 years since evil in it's purest form has come to earth. Yes, 16 years since my birth. Now, after years of self searching, I have finally found my calling. It is not to act, play music, nor to mimic (as my title to this post may have you think). I shall become the supreme ruler of the universe. Mankind shall kneel at my throne and kiss my shiny majestic shoes, while I sit, eating strawberries out of a golden bowl. I shall have poets to wake me from my slumber every morning with their gentle verses. During my dinner, the jesters will make me laugh and smile until I grow weary and wish to retire for the night. The finest voices in the land shall then put me to sleep. I will speak with a british accent but laugh as if I were russian. Yes... it's all coming together...
I found a model police motorcycle on a hidden away on a high shelf in my closet. It had sat there for ten years completely untouched, collecting dust. Just seeing it brought back many memories of my youth. I couldn't help but crush it with my foot and dispose of it. It reminded me of that feeling I got when they destroyed the old unit 7 grade schools. Coming to terms with the past in the form of destruction can be very therapeutic.
Quote of the Day:
"Like me, I see you're walking alone."
I require comments. |
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| I Was Tagged... |
[May. 7th, 2006|09:15 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | just as fine as my last post | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Tool - Schism | ] |
Once you are tagged you must write about 6 weird habits/things you have/do as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose the next six people to be tagged and list their names.
1) When I meet people I often think of an animal that would represent them well.
2) When I tell people that I won't be able to sleep at night because I feel guilty about something, I am not joking, I really can't.
3) I'd often rather go hungry than cook something.
4) I have a lot of names on my block list. (some may surprise you)
5) I really do write down quotes that I hear or read.
6) (The one everyone has been waiting for.) I have unusual long hair. It falls freely in front of my eyes. I CAN see, I don't plan on cutting it anytime soon, and I don't care whether anyone likes it or not.
I now choose:
1)Ross
2)Sarah
3)Grace
4)Henry
5)Jenni
6)Rachel
Consider yourselves tagged. |
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| Twelve Simple Secrets of Happiness: Finding Joy in Everyday Relationships |
[May. 7th, 2006|09:09 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | fine | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Day of Fire - I Am the Door | ] |
(According to Glenn Van Ekeren)
1. Generosity
2. Hope
3. Kindness
4. Friendship
5. Empathy
6. Love
7. Forgiveness
8. Acceptance
9. Understanding
10. Encouragement
11. Communication
12. Gratitude
I guess after I attain these qualities, I'll be some kind of charismatic wonder.
Well... I'm working on it.
Quote of the Day:
"Keep away from people who belittle your ambitions. Small people always do that, but the really great make you feel that you, too, can become great."
~Mark Twain |
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| In Recent News |
[May. 1st, 2006|07:56 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  walking on air | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Jefferson Airplane - Today | ] |
What is the opposite of "single"? Well, whatever it is, that is what I am.
"Taken" might be the appropriate word.
I'll try not to be to sappy on LJ about stuff like this. I know that it may anger some of the love haters out there. Fear not, I will control myself.
Now, if you will all excuse me, I have to hunt down a little winged boy. The bastard shot me with an arrow. |
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| I'm Fucked |
[Apr. 27th, 2006|05:05 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | Fuck you too, mood box! | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Fuck you, stupid music option! | ] |
Today was the worst day of my high school career. God, if you are reading this, please kill me. I don't care how you do it. Just kill me.
Go fuck yourself world.
Somebody kill me please.
...Not happy |
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| (no subject) |
[Mar. 9th, 2006|07:47 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  confused | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Creative Mythology - Alleyway (the Giant Head Song) | ] |
It’s the most Giant Head you’ve ever seen.
You don’t know what I mean
‘cause you’ve never seen
such a giant head
as this head I’ve seen.
I saw it in the Alleyway.
(Where?)
In the Alleyway.
I saw it in the Alleyway,
where I like to play.
I saw a Giant Head
With a bed
‘s kinda red
There in the Alleyway
A Chicken Head!
(Giant head!)
I saw a Giant Head
In the Alleyway
I saw a Giant Head Head
In the Aleyway – way way way
Saw a head in the Alleyway – way way way
(In the Alley Alley way)
You know, you don’t want to play
In the Alleyway
You will forever stay
In the Alleyway
In the Alleyway
Where I like to play
In the Alley Alleyway today
In the alley alley way
Well, I like to play in the alleyway
Today, in the alleyway
There was a dead thing there
(dead thing here)
There was a dead thing there (x3)
(screams)
Chickadee dumplings are so scrumptious
In the afternoon
Don’t take them too soon.
Chickadee dumplings are so scrumptious
In the afternoon
Don’tcha let ‘em die too soon.
Where the f*** did this song come from!? It somehow appeared on my iPod. WTF, mate? |
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| Post |
[Mar. 9th, 2006|07:27 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | post | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Blue Oyster Cult - The Siege... | ] |
Post post post. Post post post post, post post post. Post post, "post post post post!" Post, post post post post. Post post post post, post post post.
Post post post...
Post post post; post, post post post. Post post post post post, post. Post post post post post.
Post post post post post,
Post post post post
Post post post post post.
Post post post post
Post post post
Post post post post post.
Post post post post post post post, post, post, post, post (post post post post) post post post.
Thought of the Day:
I should have brought my headphones...
Quote of the Day:
"On the terminal point
Of the cul-de-sac
Patients are dying
The horses are dazed
From the glare of stars
The starry wisdom
Owned by the Baron
And he’s got the cure
A drug by the name of World without end
A drug by the name of World without end
A drug by the name of World without end
Come and take this
World without end
You’ll be inventor
Invention, letter, earth, wind
Rhymed like the real
And real as the rhyme
Imagine this Baron
Inventor of rhymes" |
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