Sunday, November 20, 2005

I won't listen to their words...

I won't look at the rocket launch...
Or the trophy wives of the Astronaughts..
And I won't listen to their words...
'cause I like...birds...
EEls(Daisies of the Galaxy)


I personally like... a nice blonde pale ale at times... or any nice girl.. em...beer... birds chirp too damn much....trophy wives... damn birds... Anyways...

I listened to a wide variety of music last night, my brothers and sista's, through all the ridicule and harassment I recieved in my outing certain "phrases" struck out at me. I thought of you, my constituants, and guessed that you may care to know. I have been wrong before but, before I cared, now I could care less. But wait, allow me to explain the demeanor of my posting.

Dark bodies floating in darkness...
No sign of light ever given...
I tried to touch the sun,
but the darkness burnt my eyes...
Fear Factory (Digimortal)


Didn't their mothers teach them not to look directly into the sun?... Again, I shall continue...

Now don't get me wrong, I do indeed care of my cohorts, followers, bretheren, for the lack of better words. I cared less for those who did indeed ridicule me, a fellow of good standing, a "shining star" on the billboard of life, a watcher of all, see-er of more. I could write a series of novels on how less I cared about them, the toliet bowl scum of the universe. They with their spoken flatulence of hate and envy. Yes, dare I say envy, of my "care-less" attitude towards their "jolly ridicule". Let them be, those who hate and dispise me, for they are the "mo fo's", instigators, intimidators, problem makers, playa' hatas'(I ain't even a playa, but I play the hata's like they should be played), golgothans, if ye will, of shite and hatred. Yes, believe it or not hate towards me, a great man, as some of you may know.

The Horsemen are drawing nearer...
They've come to take your life!!!!
Metallica (Kill em All)


Horsemen...drawing nearer...What the Fuck?!?...Metallica Rules!!!

In my quest for the "holy grail", Known to some as the meaning of life, I have came across many "golgothans". The best advice I can give you is to "boycott" them, by boycott I mean ignore. Do not feed their hatred with a reaction. Do not waste your hate on them, rather keep it for youself. Plant it in a garden and watch it grow. My "garden of hate" has grown into quite a large forrest, brothers and sisters, and it seems to get fed new saplings daily. (some more sappy than otha's)

Jesus don't want me for a sunbeam...
Sunbeams are not made like me..

Where do bad folks go when they die?
They don't go to heaven where the Angels fly.
They go to a lake of fire and fry.

Underneath the bridge,
Top has sprung a leak
and the...
Animals I've trapped,
have all become my pets,
and I'm...
Livin' off of grass,
and the...
Drippins' from the ceiling,
Its Ok to eat fish,
cause they...
Don't have any feelings,
Something in the way,
yeah ...
move...
Nirvana



Kurt Kobain had a way with words. Let's just keep it at that.

"Maybe you should cut some of those damn trees down!!", you may say. But why?? They are now so tall and lovely. There are so many types that I could not bear to bring a chainsaw to nay a one of the trees, much less a sapling that has yet grown to it's full greatness. So thanks, but no thanks.

Dont take any wooden nickels when you sell your soul.
A Devil of a time awaits...
When the parties over...
Your on your own.
EEls (Dasies of the Galaxy)


I don't have any idea how that feels at all...really...none at all.

This may indeed be a larger posting than usual. May not make sense to anyone, but at least it made me laugh while writing it. That is what life is all about, laughter or the lack thereof. If "ya'll" remember anything about me remember this, at least he made me laugh, if not with him then at least at him. Damn I'm laughin' now. I could really care less either way. Laugh on if ya wanna. If you do then I am glad I had a little to do with it. Oh yeah and Fuck da hata's like they should be fucked...

3 Comments:

At 9:54 PM, Blogger The Creative Death said...

Ah yes, the complexities of music.
Amazin.

 
At 3:42 AM, Blogger Cie Cheesemeister said...

Well, I like it.
I tried to touch the sun but the darkness burned my eyes...
I love stuff like this.
Some people don't dare look at the darkness in their soul.
By darkness, I don't mean evil, although we all have that in us.
Merely, the part that realises that not is all sunshine and hope. There is also sorrow and fear and rage.
Made me think of this line:
There's a reason for my pain
In a season to celebrate
I don't wanna be full of hate
For anybody, but it's too late.
--Oleander

Maybe I didn't get all the connections but I didn't need to. It made me think, and in a world where not thinking has become not only accepted but praised and people who think too deeply are ridiculed, writing something "deep" is to me a courageous act indeed!
Even if you were laughing your ass off while you did it...
Peace,
The Cheesemeister

 
At 6:01 PM, Blogger Doughboy said...

Thanks for the kind words. they always make me smile

 

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