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Why aren't I asleep?

- July 11 BB King - May 18 And possibly Tom Morello as The Nightwatchman on April 27.

I am doing math homework.

QUOTE (syrinxpriest 2112 @ Apr 13 2008, 09:15 PM) QUOTE (GeminiRising79 @ Apr 13 2008, 05:26 PM) Don't make assumptions about other's personal life experiences otherwise you risk looking less than intelligent. Hey, wait a minute.....oh forget it.

Why does Desparate Housewives take precedence over Sox/Yankees in this house?

QUOTE (TheRocinanteKid @ Apr 13 2008, 07:07 PM) I want those! Everybody wants some!! I want some too!

Why did it take me so long to do history homework today?

In the past couple weeks, I have received: - Rush H.A.A.R.P. - Muse Iron Sea and the Calvary - Pete Francis Rage Against The Machine - Rage Against The Machine all great albums

QUOTE (Storm Shadow @ Apr 3 2008, 07:40 PM) Caress of Neil

Pretty sure that was Velvet Revolver. They did a good job.

You get really excited when you see Geddy on TV at the Sox/Jays game.

I got Pete Francis's new album yesterday. It's basically ridiculous.

Got some boys who were upset, They were headed out to India Point Two in the bucket backseat of the Pinto said You could lose your mind for all your mind is worth. One got up on a soapbox and proceeded to take his point Said, What god's are you to take this, And turn to blood 'Cause the revolutionaries on the rooftop Climb down to the cemeteries Where the missionaries line up For the mercy of the military's time Treat bodies like the bullet ridden clothes on a clothesline Puts the praise on the hunter in his own blind And it won't be the last time We use them eyes to see Them all hanging I believe I can make you whole See them all go back again And I dont think well ever know How it goes and why it runs down To the place we often bled 'Cause it's a manifest destiny Like a genocide recipe Telling the knowledge That rests in me to fear my own race Challenge your good Another thick of your callous Don't underestimate the fate of preordained malice Where are my boots And where the hell is my balance The hell, you did Come down from your palace To see us all Reaching up To see us all Reaching up 'Cause the revolutionaries on the rooftop Climb down to the cemeteries Where the missionaries line up For the mercy of the militarys time Treat bodies like the bullet ridden clothes on a clothesline 'Cause the praised hunter are during his own blind And it won't be the last time We use them eyes to see Them all hanging I believe I can make you whole See them all go back again And I dont think well ever know How it goes and why it runs down To the place Cause Im slowly turning in Dont you have to go? Dont you have to go? Dont you have to go, child? Dont you have to go? Take them to your cousins land Where sweet Madeleine has got his hand And she's asking the last man to fall Don't fall When I'm listening Holy water Go ask your friend And may your fever be gone When I'm listing Holy Llama Go ask your end And may your freedom be gone

Awesome! I love jay. He's one of my favorite movie characters.

gahhh! i wish i could be watching right now! i hate studying!

I'm not listening to State Radio.

Why not?

QUOTE (tick @ Mar 8 2008, 05:47 PM) todays tickoscope... If your flying on a plane and you see your old childhood friend Jack, dont yell out hi Jack. my name is Jack

Queen Rage Against The Machine

Yeah, it's just another bombtrack And suckas be thinkin' that they can fake this But I'm gonna drop it at a higher level 'Cause I'm inclined to stoop down Hand out some beat-downs Cold runna train on punk ho's that Think they run the game But I learned to burn that bridge and delete Those who compete...at a level that's obsolete Instead I warm my hands upon the flames of the flag To recall our downfall And the businesses that burned us all See through the news and the views that twist reality Enough I call the bluff f**k Manifest destiny Landlords and power whores On my people they took turns Dispute the suits I ignite And then watch 'em burn With the thoughts from a militant mind Hardline, hardline after hardline Landlords and power whores On my people they took turns Dispute the suits I ignite And then watch 'em burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn It goes a-1, 2, 3 Another funky radical bombtrack Started as a sketch in my notebook And now dope hooks make punks take another look My mind ya hear and ya begin to fear That ya card will get pulled if ya interfere With the thoughts from a militant militant mind Hardline, hardline after hardline Landlords and power whores On my people they took turns Dispute the suits I ignite And then watch 'em burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn urrrrrrrrr ugh A yo its just another bomb track Yea! ugh Check it out Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn!

Solarium malaria lookin' for the stereo. Wanted to save being excommunicated from the area. A it's ok. In the city she said he cut a cord of wood, No bigger than thimble but still plenty good. A it's ok. 'Cause it's just a bump on a rash of robberies. On account of the world economy that's makin' us sick. Go get the man who said he's on to me, He thinks we're in the kitchen with our sticks. But he don't know that Paris is burnin' down, You'd never know it in this town. The governor's walkin' around like he's got tricks for you. Catch as Casius never become the killing machine. Run him over ruff shod 'til he bleeds army green out. So devout to the saint that lost his seat he never seen, Semi-automatic rosary out devout. 'Cause it's just a bump on a rash of robberies. In a world too sad for Solomon we just sit. I'll watch your economy, I'll tell you when the police have it fixed. Paris is burnin' down, You'd never know it in this town. The governor's walkin' around like he's got tricks for you. So take a minute to laugh it over, We'll make sure it's all true, Just like she said, Behind the barn last December eve. Baby falls 40 feet caught by a street cleaner coming home from the union hall, He saw the fall. A it's ok. JP Sousa found a radio, a radio. Sousa found a place to go, A radio in his head that said. It's just a bump on a rash of robberies, An old sand lot anomaly that's savin' this day. In a world too sad for sodomy We're just sitting in the kitchen with our stray. But Paris is burnin' down, Governors are walkin' around, We'll make sure that they do right by you. So you think you might go to Beatrice, Even though the letter was never found. Maybe it will come tomorrow noon. She is askin' her fallen saint to Please return her straitlaced fighter Who don't know who she is, he don't know who she is. Where are you my sweet Desmond Doss, Have you softly gone to winter? Here I've brought you your two two dollar bills back. But I'm not waiting for sweet Eliza. She can have her water colors back, I found them on last December eve. You look strangely quite so familiar, The way you talk of suppertime but I don't know who she is, Don't know who she is. And you, you bring this beloved stranger. At the foot of this pile on Gideon's bed, She gave me a needlepoint motorbike. So go and take this to sweet Eliza, It was written and gently given to The courier pending arrival soon. Could you hold me just one more older Then I'll go as your fallen fighter Waiting at the door, can't see you any more? Here my dear a sweet Nostrovia, In a letter sent to December, I will wait for you to just humble me home.

Why am I still awake?

I can't believe I just read all that!

http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e340/jwatterson4/jay20and20silent20bob.jpg

Diamonds and dust Poor man last, rich man first Lamborghinis, caviar Dry martinis, Shangri-la I got a burnin' feelin' Deep inside of me It's a-yearning But, I'm gonna to set it free I'm goin' in to Sin City I'm gonna win in Sin City Where the lights are bright Do the town tonight I'm gonna win in Sin City Oh, I'm gonna roll you, baby Snake eyes, wouw Ladders and snakes Ladders give, snakes take Rich man, poor man, beggar man, thief Ain't got a hope in hell, that's my belief Fingers Freddy, Diamond Jim They're gettin' ready, look out, I'm comin' in So, spin that wheel, cut that pack And roll those loaded dice Bring on the dancing girls And put the champaign on ice I'm goin' in to Sin City I'm gonna win in Sin City Where the lights are bright Do the town tonight I'm goin' in to Sin City