i refuse to name the band "the feminines". i'm not THAT in-tune with my feminine side. i need a band name and fast! hahaha i don't want to put out demo's with that name. heavens no.
i've recieved many responses to the comic plea, but i only have the time for a few of them. even an insomniac has his limits. thanks for showing interest everyone who responded.
i saw House of 1000 Corpses. i was neither impressed or let down. i just thought "Rob Zombie would...". shortly after that i had to go into work. my fucking driver was doing shit loads of coke while driving, DO NOT GO INTO TO THE TRUCKING BUSINESS. a quick admonishing statement prompted by a bad back and terrible opinion on the city life at age 18.
i think i want to write a little poem off of the top of my head. *cough* ahem, hear it is:
somber words sung so silent, serene...
repeated so often, now sullied in mean.
off hand tangents, unfair calls.
touring the world but only through malls...
there is no such thing as beauty, not in this beaten world.
this path blinds faith with a plastic smile on a so-so girl.
billboards, bobboards, whatever you want to call these,
to me they scream "give us all your money"...
not a thank you, not a please.
funny how the media degrades us to get attention,
while all the while they need us, but forget to mention.
"i'm a non-conformist" said the biggest liar i know.
this type of thought frame, it just goes to show
how right we feel when we shit talk our peers,
but all the while we smoke our smoke and drink our beers.
fuck you all.
-the end.
i've recieved many responses to the comic plea, but i only have the time for a few of them. even an insomniac has his limits. thanks for showing interest everyone who responded.
i saw House of 1000 Corpses. i was neither impressed or let down. i just thought "Rob Zombie would...". shortly after that i had to go into work. my fucking driver was doing shit loads of coke while driving, DO NOT GO INTO TO THE TRUCKING BUSINESS. a quick admonishing statement prompted by a bad back and terrible opinion on the city life at age 18.
i think i want to write a little poem off of the top of my head. *cough* ahem, hear it is:
somber words sung so silent, serene...
repeated so often, now sullied in mean.
off hand tangents, unfair calls.
touring the world but only through malls...
there is no such thing as beauty, not in this beaten world.
this path blinds faith with a plastic smile on a so-so girl.
billboards, bobboards, whatever you want to call these,
to me they scream "give us all your money"...
not a thank you, not a please.
funny how the media degrades us to get attention,
while all the while they need us, but forget to mention.
"i'm a non-conformist" said the biggest liar i know.
this type of thought frame, it just goes to show
how right we feel when we shit talk our peers,
but all the while we smoke our smoke and drink our beers.
fuck you all.
-the end.
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hastwothumbs:
Well, I definitely have the time. The money, though... I'd have to steal it. And I can't rob anything because I don't have any laser guns. And I can't get any laser guns because I don't have any money. And so on and so on. 
jhamie34:
I now give, unto you, Elo the great, my band's name and spirit...we were the SUBVERSIVES! and we are everyone in the world...you all just don't know it yet!