| Just to prove the world was here. |
[May. 11th, 2007|09:54 am] |
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| | 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 |
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| | determined | ] |
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| | 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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| 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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| weeds |
[Jan. 9th, 2007|03:27 pm] |
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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] |
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| | happy | ] |
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| | 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] |
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| | 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] |
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| | weird | ] |
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| | 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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