There's a party over here, ain't shit over there!
If you're drinkin' tonight, put your drinks in the air!
There's a party over here, ain't shit over there!
If you're fuckin' tonight say fuck yeah! FUCK YEAH!
...because sometimes hardcore is about making fun of hardcore.
You think equal rights means equal hits
(We're sick of all your tough guy shit)
As you leave the show with the people you've hurt
(You wonder where you left your shirt)
Your a big tough guy and your dance moves are great
(Strong as an ox, dumber then slate)
Your new tattoos they look first rate
(You wonder why you can't get a date)
In a little over 8 hours I'll be on a bus to NYC. I'm supposed to go to art galleries and such. Most likely I'll go to the MOMA and then find somewhere warm, dry, and plentiful in wireless interweb frequencies to spend the rest of the day until I have to be at the Met to come home. Good times.
Some days you wake up at 6AM only to realize that you were supposed to have read an entire book for a class you have at 10:30AM and have a class before that one and are therefore unable to read it. This is one of those days. I have decided to skip said class.
It has been a while since I've been in school, but definitely been there, done that. I was supposed to finish reading "Tom Sawyer" and "Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance" over 20 years ago, and still haven't quite gotten around to it.
LOL, yeah I have an entire library filled with them, keep hoping I'll eventually get arround to finishing reading them. As I look at my bookshelves, I can't really begin to even count the books, but I feel like there are at least several hundred, and their presence is comforting, but I feel like I'll be lucky if I've actually finished 1 in 10 of them. *shrug*
I spent the better part of this morning hitting my snooze button. I'm not sure what made me set my alarm for 7:30AM when I got back from allieshamallie's party until 3:00. I got to school around 1:00 PM and set about working on a handout I'm doing about working with HTML and CSS. Between then and when I... Read More
Why should we disguise in order to conceal?
Why then try to hide a wound that shall not heal?
They swore to take us to their lands,
Where milk-white blossoms float,
And then they swore to always die in splendor.
So let us hear the wild songs they sing,
And let us feel the wild joys they bring.
Cool. There's an an album preview video on youtube also, quite handy. If you have recommendations, i'd be interested to hear (being an fan of Burial also).