Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
You know what really shits me off? Parents who think they can stick their fingers in the control of your life. I'm nearly 20, and I have a 2 year old son whom I'm responsible for, not to mention my partners just been made redundant so that's 2 people besides myself who I have to budget for each week. My mother decides, regularly, to take control of my finances, and subsequently my freedom, by paying off laybys and buying me cool but utterly unnecesary things which I MUST repay her for, nearly immediately. I had my glasses on layby as I couldn't afford 400 odd dollars upfront and was paying them off regularly so what does she do? Without consulting me, she pays them off and lumps me with the news that my next pay check is hers now. Now, as does everyone I'm sure, I have bills. Phone, rent, groceries, countless things I have to make regular payments for and compared to her, they mean nothing. She actually expected to get more then half of this weeks pay, leaving me with $60 to pay my phone bill, buy groceries and cigarettes and make sure that I have money for bus fares etc. Fuck that for a joke.
Monday, March 23, 2009
Little Match Girl
Little match girl
She sits on a corner, she just cries
A tear stained shade of black is her demise
Shadows cloud her mind
Ever present is the scent of her oblivion
Reach out a hand to the little match girl
Answer her unheard prayers
Sitting in the snow, counting her madness
Reach out a hand to the little match girl
Pray strength finds her
The warmth of some ones arms
Devastation be gone
Reach out a hand to the little match girl
No one cares
It barely registers; she’s all but dead
Countless days she’s drifted from one hate to the next
A place to hold her thoughts is hard to find
No one cares
Reach out a hand to the little match girl
Answer her unheard prayers
Sitting in the snow, counting her madness
Reach out a hand to the little match girl
Pray strength finds her
The warmth of some ones arms
Devastation be gone
Reach out a hand to the little match girl
No one cares
Like a bird she flies from destruction to destruction
Careless aimless without a love in the world
No one cares
No one cares
Reach out a hand to the little match girl
Answer her unheard prayers
Sitting in the snow, counting her madness
Reach out a hand to the little match girl
Pray strength finds her
The warmth of some ones arms
Devastation be gone
Reach out a hand to the little match girl
No one cares
©
Written by Vena Cavalera on the 19/06/06
All copyright laws apply.
She sits on a corner, she just cries
A tear stained shade of black is her demise
Shadows cloud her mind
Ever present is the scent of her oblivion
Reach out a hand to the little match girl
Answer her unheard prayers
Sitting in the snow, counting her madness
Reach out a hand to the little match girl
Pray strength finds her
The warmth of some ones arms
Devastation be gone
Reach out a hand to the little match girl
No one cares
It barely registers; she’s all but dead
Countless days she’s drifted from one hate to the next
A place to hold her thoughts is hard to find
No one cares
Reach out a hand to the little match girl
Answer her unheard prayers
Sitting in the snow, counting her madness
Reach out a hand to the little match girl
Pray strength finds her
The warmth of some ones arms
Devastation be gone
Reach out a hand to the little match girl
No one cares
Like a bird she flies from destruction to destruction
Careless aimless without a love in the world
No one cares
No one cares
Reach out a hand to the little match girl
Answer her unheard prayers
Sitting in the snow, counting her madness
Reach out a hand to the little match girl
Pray strength finds her
The warmth of some ones arms
Devastation be gone
Reach out a hand to the little match girl
No one cares
©
Written by Vena Cavalera on the 19/06/06
All copyright laws apply.
Oompaloompas
Nigel vs. Billy
B: Oompaloompas are such funny things. With orange skin and green hair… whoever first invented them should be shot.
N: You can’t invent an oompaloompa. They are a species unto them selves.
B: They are a what?
N: A species
B: No they are annoying little orange men who always sing *in sing song voice* Oompaloompa doompety doo and squeeze the blueberry juice out of little girls who chew too much gum.
N: why are you are so predictable. You are like a broken record you just keep going and going till someone says * yelling* STOP. I never should have listened to the darned producer when he said I was going to be starring with a real character. They always embellish things that are oh so fantastical.
B: Quit using big words its hard for me to follow.
N: Get a brain you moron then things wouldn’t be so difficult.
B: I don’t want to be smart cause then every one would ask me questions and I would be as nasty as you then people would hate me
N: well I never at least people want to talk me. Not like you when all you do is open your mouth and everyone laughs at you.
B: It’s because I am funny
*interruption from producer* oi get back on the subject you loons *holds card up which says oompaloompa*
N: Billy do you know the origin of the oompaloompa?
B: No Nigel why would I. I kill them any way.
N: Well that one thing we have in common. Well Oompaloompas come from Wales. They are about 5”tree and have curly hair. Their brother’s name is Jamie and oooops wrong oompaloompa.
* Note from Rottweiler * I take no responsibility for any offensive words that are said or printed hereafter. All words contained herein are not my fault and the blame rest solely on the actor’s poor judgemental skills * loud coughing in the back ground and mug is thrown from actors to Rottweiler*
B: remind me never to let a DOG hire me next time
N: I protest at the thought of a canine being responsible for the downgrading of my genius. Its horrible the thought of what he has brought me to.
B: why are you calling him a dog when you are nothing but a crazy twisted lunatic of a second personality?
N: I am not a second personality I am merely a second side to very intelligent person and who do you think you are talking all you are is an over bloated stomach
*once again interruption from the Rottweiler* ladies please get a grip and move ON OR ELSE I WILL SET THE MENTAL HEALTH BOARD LOOSE *gestures to cage in which the mental health board members are going insane and acting like monkeys *
B: Hey Nigel, do you know how to kill an oompaloompa
N: no I usually let you do it. How do you kill an oompaloompa?
B: Well you take a very long range riffle and an exploding bullet and you…
*Disclaimer: we advise that you aren’t allowed to watch this because it contains stupid acts of oompaloompa violence and has no actual effect on your life unless you are an oompaloompa slayer like buffet or such *
N: No no Hello G rating here …
B: Opps forgive me chaps I had no intention of offence * imitates Nigel’s voice to which Nigel responds by slapping Billy’s head*
N: How dare you *begins to lay into Billy with the leg of a broken stool*
B: Remember the kiddies Nige!! Remember the G rating!!
N: *After calming down* Right right. Now back to the topic at hand.
*Disclaimer: We apologise but the program must be cut short*
N: Just what do you think you are doing?
B: here let me explain something to you mister Bull dog Well you see, Norm, it's like this... A herd of buffalo can only move as fast as the slowest buffalo. And when the herd is hunted, it is the slowest and weakest ones at the back that are killed first. This natural selection is good for the herd as a whole, because the general speed and health of the whole group keeps improving by the regular killing of the weakest members. In much the same way, the human brain can only operate as fast as the slowest brain cells. Now, as we know, excessive intake of alcohol kills brain cells, but naturally, it attacks the slowest and weakest brain cells first. In this way, regular consumption of beer eliminates the weaker brain cells, making the brain a faster and more efficient machine. And that, Norm, is why you always feel smarter after a few beers.
N: Was that necessary? I think not
B: Well how else are we supposed to get the message across to him?
N: If you have any brain waves, however doubtful that is, let me know
B: *light bulb pops up over his head* I got it * a grid iron player appears on screen and Billy furiously writes a message on a piece of plexiglass and throws it to the grid iron line backer, who subsequently tackled the bull dog who’s name is norm and knocks him out cold before throwing the plexiglass on the floor, shattering it, and yelling score!!!!*
N: You absolute nit wit, now what is that hideous piece of (insert appropriate profanity here) going to do to us?
B: No worries *he takes out a mobile phone, calls a vet and gets the bulldog named norm neutered*
N: you stupid sodomite of a cowards lame ass excuse for his brothers wife’s mothers cousins sisters baby boys nannies god child’s grandmothers great aunts sisters husbands fathers brothers mistresses son of a (also insert profanity here)
B: th-the-tha-that’s all folks!!! *close curtain*
B: Oompaloompas are such funny things. With orange skin and green hair… whoever first invented them should be shot.
N: You can’t invent an oompaloompa. They are a species unto them selves.
B: They are a what?
N: A species
B: No they are annoying little orange men who always sing *in sing song voice* Oompaloompa doompety doo and squeeze the blueberry juice out of little girls who chew too much gum.
N: why are you are so predictable. You are like a broken record you just keep going and going till someone says * yelling* STOP. I never should have listened to the darned producer when he said I was going to be starring with a real character. They always embellish things that are oh so fantastical.
B: Quit using big words its hard for me to follow.
N: Get a brain you moron then things wouldn’t be so difficult.
B: I don’t want to be smart cause then every one would ask me questions and I would be as nasty as you then people would hate me
N: well I never at least people want to talk me. Not like you when all you do is open your mouth and everyone laughs at you.
B: It’s because I am funny
*interruption from producer* oi get back on the subject you loons *holds card up which says oompaloompa*
N: Billy do you know the origin of the oompaloompa?
B: No Nigel why would I. I kill them any way.
N: Well that one thing we have in common. Well Oompaloompas come from Wales. They are about 5”tree and have curly hair. Their brother’s name is Jamie and oooops wrong oompaloompa.
* Note from Rottweiler * I take no responsibility for any offensive words that are said or printed hereafter. All words contained herein are not my fault and the blame rest solely on the actor’s poor judgemental skills * loud coughing in the back ground and mug is thrown from actors to Rottweiler*
B: remind me never to let a DOG hire me next time
N: I protest at the thought of a canine being responsible for the downgrading of my genius. Its horrible the thought of what he has brought me to.
B: why are you calling him a dog when you are nothing but a crazy twisted lunatic of a second personality?
N: I am not a second personality I am merely a second side to very intelligent person and who do you think you are talking all you are is an over bloated stomach
*once again interruption from the Rottweiler* ladies please get a grip and move ON OR ELSE I WILL SET THE MENTAL HEALTH BOARD LOOSE *gestures to cage in which the mental health board members are going insane and acting like monkeys *
B: Hey Nigel, do you know how to kill an oompaloompa
N: no I usually let you do it. How do you kill an oompaloompa?
B: Well you take a very long range riffle and an exploding bullet and you…
*Disclaimer: we advise that you aren’t allowed to watch this because it contains stupid acts of oompaloompa violence and has no actual effect on your life unless you are an oompaloompa slayer like buffet or such *
N: No no Hello G rating here …
B: Opps forgive me chaps I had no intention of offence * imitates Nigel’s voice to which Nigel responds by slapping Billy’s head*
N: How dare you *begins to lay into Billy with the leg of a broken stool*
B: Remember the kiddies Nige!! Remember the G rating!!
N: *After calming down* Right right. Now back to the topic at hand.
*Disclaimer: We apologise but the program must be cut short*
N: Just what do you think you are doing?
B: here let me explain something to you mister Bull dog Well you see, Norm, it's like this... A herd of buffalo can only move as fast as the slowest buffalo. And when the herd is hunted, it is the slowest and weakest ones at the back that are killed first. This natural selection is good for the herd as a whole, because the general speed and health of the whole group keeps improving by the regular killing of the weakest members. In much the same way, the human brain can only operate as fast as the slowest brain cells. Now, as we know, excessive intake of alcohol kills brain cells, but naturally, it attacks the slowest and weakest brain cells first. In this way, regular consumption of beer eliminates the weaker brain cells, making the brain a faster and more efficient machine. And that, Norm, is why you always feel smarter after a few beers.
N: Was that necessary? I think not
B: Well how else are we supposed to get the message across to him?
N: If you have any brain waves, however doubtful that is, let me know
B: *light bulb pops up over his head* I got it * a grid iron player appears on screen and Billy furiously writes a message on a piece of plexiglass and throws it to the grid iron line backer, who subsequently tackled the bull dog who’s name is norm and knocks him out cold before throwing the plexiglass on the floor, shattering it, and yelling score!!!!*
N: You absolute nit wit, now what is that hideous piece of (insert appropriate profanity here) going to do to us?
B: No worries *he takes out a mobile phone, calls a vet and gets the bulldog named norm neutered*
N: you stupid sodomite of a cowards lame ass excuse for his brothers wife’s mothers cousins sisters baby boys nannies god child’s grandmothers great aunts sisters husbands fathers brothers mistresses son of a (also insert profanity here)
B: th-the-tha-that’s all folks!!! *close curtain*
Lessons in Geography.
Life seems to be daunting most of the time ... and in severe cases even deathly boring ... No one notices that the complex structure of our fragile society is CRUMBLING from beneath our feet ... We are turning into a mini America ... Our state of being is creatively being assimilated and manipulated into an isolated state of consciousness ... main streaming quiet lifestyles into major, almost influential, cult like semblances of social disorder ... if a celebrity finds a certain aspect of life interesting ... then the entire world follows his/her lead ... its almost as if the media have formulated a plot to make all cultural denominations IMPLODE ... the damnation of an older generation about this concern with modern cultures that the teenage era have also follows the scrutiny of the younger and impressionable generation ... my hypothesis now rests with GOTH being the next main streamed so called " social stereotype" ... has anyone seen the winter fashion line from Gucci and Prada? black lace and upside down, superimposed crosses ... its become a contest of tyrannical overlords of idiocy competing to see who can ruin the lifestyles of ACTUAL people, for fun I’m sure ... its funny how when I look at the main streamers, like emos and popular's and punks and skaters and the rest of them, and all I see is carbon copies of some poor, defenceless, and probably now starved of individuality, under recognised kids ... this makes me so mad I could quite possibly buy a mass produced and hard to trace weapon and hijack my way (with a spork) to the idiots who organise this type of crime ... and it is criminal ... its PLAGERISM ... no one person is being acknowledged or thanked for determining our social stereotypes ... when all of us school kids get it drilled into us from the first day of grade eight that if we plagiarise we FAIL ... has no one told these people, who make millions of dollars off the minds and insecurities of conformists, that they simply cannot, and that it is illegal to, take a persons lifestyle and make it a trend? TREND ... not exactly a four letter word but it equates with one in my books ... TREND is (thanks to the Collins new Zealand dictionary ... look!! no plagiarism here) a consciously fashionable person or a direction or unnatural tendency *which a person who is morally and fashionably challenged is cajoled into ... (* my addition) one phrase is clear, UNNATURAL TENDENCY, which makes it clear that this is not who they really are ... they are faking it ... pretending ... hiding behind a façade of false popularity ... where does that get a person? No where ... no where indeed ... and how much can you trust or like a false person? about as much as prison ... as any true individual can tell you, its not about the fact that MADONNA or Brittany is doing it, but rather the fact that is comfortable for you and also integrated into your personality ... an internal web of intricately placed likes, dislikes and opinions that is impossible to separate from that being ... instead, MEGAHEADS of fashion, music and media, in most forms, have used the conformists and wanna-bes of our population to infiltrate the lives, hearts and minds of our youth ... thereby creating an army of massive self destructive power ... are we in a war? I hope to god someone will wake up our nation and show them the extent of corruption in the "scenes" of today ... for what stereotype lies UNTOUCHED? countless ways of life have been lost through settlement and war and many other tyrannical and seemingly ideological and philosophical brain waves that man has had ... this thought process has obviously EVOLVED into a chaotic and unreasonably unchallenged extravaganza of amassed and wrongfully achieved power ... what will we have to stoop to before these idiots who follow TRENDS wake up and smell the shit they are in?
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