Life on Standby

"I don't think people are meant to be by themselves, that's why, if you actually find someone you care about... it's important to let go of the little things - even if you can't let go all the way. Because nothing sucks more than feeling all alone... no matter how many people are around you"

Wednesday, July 13, 2005

Monsters

Not a bad night out, Ste came up the manor, we had a laugh. He wants for me and him to do business together and fuck the other suppliers off!

Read a good blog post tonight... it went

'WALK TALL. that's todays advice to whom it may concern.

and by walk tall i mean, do everything you do with "UMPH". Put a little FUNK in your junk, and never half step your shit.

don't set your money down on the 7-11 counter, paying for your budweisser. SLAM IT DOWN, and look the arab straight in the face and say, "BOO YA MOTHERFUCKER!!!!"

don't just shake someone's hand when you meet them for the first time. squeeze the shit out of their hand like you are trying to break every fucking bone that you can.

don't stand on the edge of the dance floor, holding your legs still, swaying to the beat. Take your fucking shirt off, get on all fours, and start bucking like a donkey.

i mean it, and im 100% serious. you have GOT to stop pussy footing.

i don't really understand the logic in NOT putting your all into everything you do. why do anything timidly? why not WALK TALL, and hold your head up, and give gangbangers dirty looks, while you break baseball bats over your knees.

talk loud, WRITE HARD, work yourself to death, and party like it's 1999. don't smoke a bong hit.... destroy your fucking lungs.

when i shut a door after entering a room, i fucking slam that shit so hard, it nearly busts off the hinges, and it feels fucking great. go slam a door as hard as you can RIGHT NOW. i don't care if it's 4am and every signle neighbor is gonna wake up and be pissed.

they'll soon realize that a slammed door is the tip of the ice berg.

life is a mosh pit, and we're all just either throwing elbows or standing on the sidelines. who me? im king of the pit.'

It came from http://antidisestablishmentarian.blogspot.com/ - another blog added to my fave's....

Still lonely, still looking for something I will never find...

Amanda is bugging me again, but pretending not to...

'Scattered seeds and breaking storms
Wont make a decent lie for you
Naked and with every breath you climb the stairs
Step by step and I don't need this
I don't need to be saved
Five steps away from the cliff top
And birds sing their praises
To this weary world that haunts my weary soul

There are monsters here
And as you scream it makes no sense
It makes no sense
It makes no sense at all (X2)

In every despair I'll find you standing there
Waiting with the bitter taste of envy on your sleeve
Because tonight is our night
And I don't want this
No, so won't you let me go?

There are monsters here
And as you scream it makes no sense
It makes no sense
It makes no sense at all (X2)

And every animal will find itself a home
Every man and woman
Well, they'll just lose control
And we can make ourselves believe
That I don't want this that I don't need this
No...I have this to myself

There are monsters here
And as you scream it makes no sense
It makes no sense
It makes no sense at all
In every despair
I'll find you standing there
It makes no sense
Makes no sense at all'

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