dirty fuckin scalli's

bigot sons of bitches

2005-05-28T23:06:00.000-07:00

i have just read an article that stated firmly that in the U.S. it is the immigrant that must adapt to our culture and not the other way around. that they must all learn the language and do things our way if they wish to stay in our country. i agree with this but only to a point. i believe we all must adapt. our country was founded on immigration and our culture came from the adaptation of the cultures of the world. our language is an adaptation of the languages of those immigrants. We speak english. it is our primary language, yet the largest minority faction in the U.S. primarily speaks spanish in one dialect or another. shouldn't we adapt to that in some way. countries around the world have secondary languages what makes us so much better thatn them that we should ignore the fact that we don't cater in even the smallest ways to all facets of our society. we should adopt spanish as our second language. we should look at the cultures of others and respect them and when appropriate embrace them. stop hiding behind wasp ancestry and realize that The U.S.A. is not simply a white suburban country. it was built by black slaves. we sadly created their culture for them. We did the same things to Hispanics during the civil rights movements in many areas of this country. pidgeon holed them to contained areas of cities and treated them as outkasts. only allowing them in most cases menial labor jobs where the only people they associated with were other hispanic immigrants thus nonone learned english. its fucking ridiculous.

can i get a witness

2005-05-25T14:54:00.000-07:00

I had sex with a Jehovah's Witness the other night. It was a really strange experience. thats all I really have to say about that.

Which Napoleon Dynamite character are you?

2005-05-21T03:38:00.000-07:00

You are pretty much the coolest animal, a Liger.

Which Napoleon Dynamite character are you?
brought to you by Quizilla

i love beer

2005-05-21T03:05:00.000-07:00

i haven't been on the internet much in the past few weeks. i've been spending most of my time getting loaded and starting fights. me and beebe thru down for about 45 minutes the other night after we got kicked out of the party we were at. we got kicked out because i punched a couple kids in the face. i know that at the time i had a perfectly good reason for doing so, but when i awoke at home, with no recollection of how i had gotten there i couldn't for the life of me remember why i hit the guys. regardless up until then it was a pretty great party. this is the first night in a awhile that i have not had anything to drink. its a pretty restless night but i feel that partying tonight would probably be a bad idea. last night i pissed this girl off pretty bad. she has some really big boobs. i thought it would be nice to sing a song about them but she didn't appreciate that very much. bearclaws are the shit. we went to dunkin donuts this morning around 7 am or so because meeks closed down. it was awesome. although it foiled my plans of catching the matinee of star wars before work. i don't the enegry i used to. it used to be i could party all night long crash out at 8 or so and wake up a couple hours later and do it all over again. i actually need 5 or 6 hours of sleep now at least.
Greatest pickup line that i have ever used (and gotten positive results from)
hey girl did you shove a keg down your pants? cuz i really wanna tap that ass.

yeah

2005-05-03T06:16:00.000-07:00

They had grey shades over all thier windows; as if they didn't want the sunshine in. This seemed strange to me because the sun has always been a great part of my life. It gave me energy and life. It filled my soul with vigor. The day came when i would become a man. I am not sure what happened the door opened and the sun came in and the world almost destroyed itself and nothing made sense anymore. I treated that girl like a whore, a whore that i desperately wanted to keep as my own. She made me what I am today. I love my wenches where is the love?
there is never a heart of gold.

i had this thought

2005-05-01T12:07:00.000-07:00

i was just thinking about nothing really and the thought of Jesus flipping over tables in the temple because people were gambling and selling things there popped into my head. what i was just thinking is that Jesus and the apostles had to have been some hard rolling mofo's. if there were thieves, gamblers and other street merchants making money in the temple and some dude ran through tearing shit up that dude would be in a pretty shitty spot. so they must've been some bad motherfuckers.

hookerface

2005-04-25T00:59:00.000-07:00

there once was a person that was a hooker face. but that was a long time ago. i called her yesterday and she was found to be a whore. what i realized through this endeavor is that the world is full of them. the world was not ready for her devotion to devastation. and therefore fell apart at her whim. never before did such a woman walk the earth her green eyes called with buckling knees. i'll punch you in the face if only to please her and the world will never know what hit it. compromise for the sake of manipulation knowing every second lasts forever in the mind of you. either you're rich bitch or nigga please. one way or the other that hooker is slapping you in the face. and we all let her do it. if only to please the masses. because we all love seeing eachother bleed. compromise shmopromise in the end we all are hookers. its what you do with the power of your knowledge that matters. it has been said that the weak in body become the strong in mind to protect themselves from the evils of the world. i do not believe this. i'll kick a scrawny kids ass for being such a hooker and tell you all to fuck off. quit being hookers. hookerface hookerface hookerface. click

know your roots

2005-04-13T14:50:00.000-07:00

i was at this party the other night and the music selection was nill. we ended listen to somebodies compilation of mainly really bad rap. i was pretty drunk and the beer pong was flowin so i didn't mind it to much. then this moron made the comment that 50 cent was a "great rapper". i could not allow that to go by unchallenged. i told this guy that 50 was a no talent rapper. to which he replied "how come he's one of the top selling rappers in the industry?" how is that society has become so fuckin brain dead that position on a billboard chart, or the status of someones album can define a persons opinion of a perfomers talent. its fuckin ridiculous. back to the topic. i then proceeded to name off rappers that i believe are or were talented. one them was slick rick. at the mention of slick rick this brain dead drone looked at me and laughing said "who the fuck is slick rick?" it just aint right.

know your roots

2005-04-13T11:39:00.000-07:00

As the world burns

2005-04-07T03:33:00.000-07:00

you say your all alone, but your not the only one. animosity with mass complexity, another world on the break off reality.the face of justice as a deformality.so hold me close as the world starts to burn.

and hold me close as the world around us falls, and hold me close cause these demons i can't face alone, and watch as the world begins to burn.

you say your all alone, but your not the only one. animosity with mass complexity, another world war on the break of reality, the face of justice has a deformality, so hold me close as the world starts to burn

and hold me close as the world around me falls, and hold me close cause these demons i can't face alone, and watch as the world begins to burn.

to many nights i'ff wasted away, to many crimes i have to pay, to many times i wished that i could get grip of reality, watching it all as it begin to slip, watching as i don't give a shit, how could this be happening, but this is the way it has to be, so watch as i burn the world

by oddie singer and songwriter of HUUD

destroy everything

2005-03-30T23:12:00.000-08:00

here in norwalk we are being overrun by corporate kings and yet the job market seems to be getting worse. on top of that any jobs that are available are nothing anyone can really, or should really plan to do the rest of their lives. destroy every fat cat with their greasey cheeseburger in hand so that the lard and salty underbelly stings your fuckin eye. set fire to the establishments that destroy honest family business and wreck the american dream. drink a beer outside and piss on the ashes of fascism. dracula has been under your nose the whole time sucking crack and blood through the straw of hipocracy tasting your will; dry and sunburn from the tanning beds of fame. Jesus made company with prostitutes and thieves why should we be different? uproot the neo-ethical christian martyrs who die for themselves. unwittingly selling their souls for a decent nights sleep. hell was entertainment before televised violence. everyone blasting out of the sea of broken condoms, remember don't shoot until you see the whites of their eyes.

norwalk

2005-03-30T03:17:00.000-08:00

norwlk is a town where nothing matters but everything means something. there are people here that know the difference between now and never. understanding is the key to life. here is where refugees of nothing congregae in a shitpile of forgotten realities. life is what you make it. this is always true... but when you make it norwalk its always the same life just a different body.moving to norwalk is the end of ones life and leaving is the begining.

john coltrane

2005-03-28T00:45:00.000-08:00

bub bum bum dum satsplat digitty datgbat some shit my way what quwestuibn can there be todaythe monka in the civil war belonged to a force much stronger everything known and undrstodo in in a cause then brothers listen to teh esrth its too easy to believe in soething real and understiid a mind is terribke thuing to waste ,. right now there is a tv on and it sounds like the devil is talking too me through it and in just wnt too destroand the thing is that it all means nothing as long a s you know that it everything is reality in a sense i need to read outside that box. if anyone can make sense of this i will commend ou with a beer if efvre our paths should cross. know jsus.

you dirty redhead

2005-03-21T14:18:00.000-08:00

I took the advice from my good buddy the redhead to create my own blog. he said people would read and enjoy what i have to say. i thought "yeah they probably will. some pretty interesting thoughts go through my head sometimes." then i made my first post. drunk as all get out. when i read it in the morning i felt like a jackass, although what i wrote made perfect sense. the next post i was even more drunk and had gotten into it with a few people earlier in the evening. when i read that the next morning i wondered if anyone had read it, and if they had why i hadn't been called a stupid fuck a hundred times over. then i read my last post. i was in unusually good spirits that night and i think it shows in my blatherings. anyway, if anyone takes the time to visit this blog anymore i will do my best to at least write something worthwhile. so its not a complete waste of energy.

a drunk philosophy

2005-03-07T01:06:00.000-08:00

i snag kareoke. i cant really remeber how spell that word. but i just did it at charlies. me aqnd chris sang what igot by sublime for those that dint know . and we went from ther into a drunken wandering i guess and i found the meaning to my life. DRINK BEER. and smoke some pot sometime and everything will be ok.

2005-03-05T23:57:00.000-08:00

heres some shit for all of the fuckers that take the time to read this shit to read. i wrote it a long time ago. i was working at cedar point and it sucked i was in a very dark place. FUCK OFF.

the story of jesus is echoed thoughout history, the knights of the round table and the such.
this just ocurred to me through some uncoordinated train of thought that eventully led me here.
where exactly here is i do not know i am sitting at home in this town of norwalk which is in the heart of the homeland. of ohio. what why when where how who in the uncoordinated shit of my brain i have rendered a beautiful work of the one true
how shall i fix this problem of mine
maybe there is none maybe im fine how shall i discover the truth
if i never know whats on my mind
i drink alot of beer anywhere that i can to what end i ask myself to the end of time of course i yell
if ther is no beer or liqour available i become another creature like a werewolf or something i have this
thirst that just can't be quenched a thirst for alcohol so strong it lasts six years long
why cant i just stop fucking drinking allow me to introduce this kick ass band
how in the world shall i discover the truth
never the truth cannot be found in this world
look beyond into the true reality and see the truth that is there
the one true

uh... hey

2005-03-05T23:52:00.000-08:00

friends. who are they? what are they? waht does the word mean? i have pondered these thoughts many times and many toughts have come from these pondreings and the only real meaning that i have found is people that i know know me. these are your true friends. there isnt much more to say on the subject.