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Just to prove the world was here. [May. 11th, 2007|09:54 am]
[Current Location |work]
[mood |crushedcrushed]
[music |cold war kids - god make up your mind]

Hast Du etwas Zeit für mich
Dann singe ich ein Lied fuer Dich
Von 99 Luftballons
Auf ihrem Weg zum Horizont
Denkst Du vielleicht grad' an mich
Dann singe ich ein Lied fuer Dich
Von 99 Luftballons
Und dass sowas von sowas kommt

99 Luftballons
Auf ihrem Weg zum Horizont
Hielt man fuer UFOs aus dem All
Darum schickte ein General
Eine Fliegerstaffel hinterher
Alarm zu geben, wenn es so war
Dabei war da am Horizont
Nur 99 Luftballons

99 Duesenjaeger
Jeder war ein grosser Krieger
Hielten sich fuer Captain Kirk
Das gab ein grosses Feuerwerk
Die Nachbarn haben nichts gerafft
Und fuehlten sich gleich angemacht
Dabei schoss man am Horizont
Auf 99 Luftballons

99 Kriegsminister
Streichholz und Benzinkanister
Hielten sich fuer schlaue Leute
Witterten schon fette Beute
Riefen: Krieg und wollten Macht
Mann, wer haette das gedacht
Dass es einmal soweit kommt
Wegen 99 Luftballons

99 Jahre Krieg
Liessen keinen Platz fuer Sieger
Kriegsminister gibt es nicht mehr
Und auch keine Duesenflieger
Heute zieh ich meine Runden
Seh die Welt in Truemmern liegen
Hab' nen Luftballon gefunden
Denk' an Dich und lass' ihn fliegen
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Where are the f**king Karma Police? [May. 6th, 2007|05:16 am]
[Current Location |Bedroom]
[mood |determined]
[music |Pink Floyd - Wish you were here]

An amazing night at the cellar bar, i've never been happier or more friendly to people. So many dickheads out though :( broke up a fight early on (one of many) and felt pretty good about doing so, somewhat amazed at my own strength when comparing with the size of the other guys; it's something I'd not normally do, I'd probably just back off and hide, like a timid mouse in the corner, scared of getting endangered. Kudos to Sheps for this turnaround in confidence, the first fight, happened right next to me on the dance floor, everything fell to the floor and i looked round to see Sheps in between them doing his best to split them up. I was instantly in there and pulling them apart, and successfully too, I wasn't scared or nervous, maybe I've learnt a little more about being a 'man', who knows.

Right at the end of the night, metal thrash rock playing and a pretty heavy mosh-pit going in with people flying everywhere, inevitably a fight broke out between the regulars and some chav dickheads that had come in looking for trouble, all because the pit got a bit violent, but only in a fun way, and people got thrown into the chavs. Along with 1 other guy I dived straight in, we managed to separate them, despite them being twice my size. I moved the guy I had of towards the crowd to get him away from whoever he was fighting and try and calm down or whatever; but, the very second i reach the crowd, I still haven't thrown a single punch, some know in the crowd thinks 'oh wow, a fight' and throws a punch straight in my eye... why? when I was just trying to keep the peace? I hate those fucking retarded cunts who's idea of fun is to spend the night caving peoples heads in.. twats.

I was pretty stunned, no obvious bleeding or unconsciousness.. just a bit stunned, shell shocked. Home safe now, and relatively ok; on further inspection i'm gonna have a black eye the size of paris by morning, well, later today. I still don't feel scared though, just angry at people causing trouble just for the sake of it, i was so enraged if I'd managed to find the guy who threw the punch when I went looking, I would have completely skitzed on him, not giving a shit about my own well being. I'd still dive in next time and break up the fight, why should I be scared, even if I get hurt I'm doing the right thing yes? and for me, thats enough... knowing that I did what I could, and wasn't just the casual observer at the side, just waiting for it to be over so I can get back to my mindless dancing, engaged and helping, helping other people.

Once again, Sheps (now know as Sketch by the Cellar bar chosen few) man, your a ledge.

Peace out :)
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(no subject) [Apr. 7th, 2007|01:03 pm]

How evil are you?
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The Official Rules to Shotgun [Apr. 4th, 2007|07:23 pm]
History Lesson: The Term shotgun refers to back in old wild west days, when a person would have to sit next to the driver of the wagon with a shotgun to protect them from highway robbers

Rules So far

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This! [Mar. 19th, 2007|08:04 pm]
Can anyone tell me what this design is?

???

Thanks yous :D
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(no subject) [Mar. 19th, 2007|12:19 pm]
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weeds [Jan. 9th, 2007|03:27 pm]
Little boxes on the hillside,
Little boxes made of ticky-tacky,
Little boxes, little boxes,
Little boxes, all the same.
There's a green one and a pink one
And a blue one and a yellow one
And they're all made out of ticky-tacky
And they all look just the same.

And the people in the houses
All go to the university,
And they all get put in boxes,
Little boxes, all the same.
And there's doctors and there's lawyers
And business executives,
And they're all made out of ticky-tacky
And they all look just the same.
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(no subject) [Dec. 21st, 2006|01:42 pm]
[mood |happyhappy]
[music |New Radicals]

Wake up kids
We've got the dreamers disease
Age 14 we got you down on your knees
So polite, you're busy still saying please
Fri - enemies, who when you're down ain't your friend
Every night we smash their Mercedes - Benz
First we run and then we laugh till we cry
But when the night is falling
And you cannot find the light
If you feel your dream is dying
Hold tight
You've got the music in you
Don't let go
You've got the music in you
One dance left
This world is gonna pull through
Don't give up
You've got a reason to live
Can't forget you only get what you give
Four a. m. we ran a miracle mile
Were flat broke but hey we do it in style
The bad rich
God's flying in for your trial

This whole damn world can fall apart
You'll be ok follow your heart
You're in harms way
I'm right behind
Now say youre mine

Fly high
What's real can't die
You only get what you give
Just dont be afraid to leave
Health insurance rip off lying FDA big bankers buying
Fake computer crashes dining
Cloning while they're multiplying
Fashion mag shoots
With the aid of 8 dust brothers Beck, Hanson
Courtney Love and Marilyn Manson
You're all fakes
Run to your mansions
Come around
We'll kick your ass in!
Don't let go
One dance left
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The Journey [Jul. 9th, 2006|10:44 am]
[mood |optimisticoptimistic]
[music |Jimmy Eat World - 23]

George Bernard Shaw once wrote, "There are two tragedies in life. One is to lose your heart's desire. The other is to gain it."

As far as I'm concerned, Shaw was a punk, 'cause you know what? Tragedies happen. What are you gonna do? Give up? Quit? No. I realise now that when your heart breaks, you gotta fight like hell to make sure you're still alive. Because you are... and that pain you feel, it's life. The confusion and fear, that's there to remind you that somewhere out there is something better... and that something is worth fighting for.

And Hansel said to Gretel, "Let us drop these breadcrumbs so that together we find our way home, because losing our way would be the most cruel of things."

This year, I lost my way, and once you lose yourself you have two choices: find the person you used to be or lose that person completely. Sometimes we have to step outside the person you've been, and remember the person you are meant to be. The person you wanted to be. The person you are. Losing your way on the journey is unfortunate, but losing your reason for the journey is a fate more cruel.

This weekend, I found my breadcrumbs.
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So the story goes [Jul. 8th, 2006|12:21 pm]
[mood |weirdweird]
[music |Styx - Come Sail Away]

Im sailing away, set an open course for the virgin sea
Ive got to be free, free to face the life thats ahead of me
On board, Im the captain, so climb aboard
Well search for tomorrow on every shore
And Ill try, oh lord, Ill try to carry on

I look to the sea, reflections in the waves spark my memory
Some happy, some sad
I think of childhood friends and the dreams we had
We live happily forever, so the story goes
But somehow we missed out on that pot of gold
But well try best that we can to carry on
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