| love rant |
[24 Jun 2008|04:51pm] |
im planning on starting a site of my own in september about which will be a very minimalistic but sexy thing which will serve as a forum for my opinions and whatnot..basically everything i cant say everywhere else i write. its necessary to me anyway. umm. i'll also have music i record there and maybe some other shit. anyway for now here's a vague idea of the kind of shit i'll be posting (it wont be in conversation form, at least not usually):
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[08 Mar 2007|04:55pm] |
Ah so I lied, I do have internet.
Well, there wasnt supposed to be.
Whatever. La la la.
It is good to be home.
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| Love and butterflies are good things |
[06 Mar 2007|11:04am] |
To anyone who still happens to read this..just wanted to let you all know I'm moving today to be "reunited with my sweetheart", as Chris says. :)
Wont have internet for some time, not sure how long. Hopefully not very.
Anyway, just some links to whore myself out some more before I go..
http://pendevil.com is my blog..fun stuff there.
http://sevendailysins.com is the mag im working for thats launching Monday last I heard. The site looks like shit right now, and all the material on it will be scrapped (thankfully). Hopefully a friend or two will be joining me there..
Oh and I uploaded a few new songs or whatever on http://pendevil.dmusic.com. I think the new one is kinda pretty. All the songs are shitty or whatever I know, but I dont care. You understand it or you dont.
Finally, theres a bunch of pictures at http://mezzazine.spaces.live.com if you havent seen them yet...they should work for anyone, but maybe only for people on my msn list.
Anyway so yes, love you all, talk to you in awhile. Until then..much love for me and you and...lots and lots of video games.
Peace,
Sean
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[22 Jan 2007|03:13pm] |
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I was reading a recent interview with Manson (link), and I just found this particular quote so godamn hilarious.
"Celebritarian art, behavior, anything, whatever it becomes – It’s more whatever you want to make it. It’s like a strange piece of clothing. Some people might wear it on their heads; some might wear it as underwear; some people might not wear it at all. I think everyone has it in their closet; they just need to find it. I don’t really think that was necessarily the best metaphor to describe it, but I’m standing in my closet and that was the best thing that came to me."
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[17 Jan 2007|10:07pm] |
if we are less than stars, am i allowed to wonder the possibilities merely on the principle of thoughtfreedom? there is something more than that..all the pieces fit, i just dont know where they are..
(hope to the god of love we make it)
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[07 Jan 2007|03:40pm] |
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"Point is, what's so wonderful is that every one of these flowers has a specific relationship with the insect that pollinates it. There's a certain orchid that looks exactly like a certain insect so the insect is drawn to this flower, its double, its soul mate, and wants nothing more than to make love to it. And after the insect flies off, spots another soul-mate flower and makes love to it, thus pollinating it. And neither the flower nor the insect will ever understand the significance of their lovemaking. I mean, how could they know that because of their little dance the world lives? But it does. By simply doing what they're designed to do, something large and magnificent happens. In this sense they show us how to live - how the only barometer you have is your heart. How, when you spot your flower, you can't let anything get in your way."
(link)
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[02 Jan 2007|01:11am] |
This (link) is now one of my favorite songs of all time. Fuck. I just find it so insane and beautiful.
"Song to the Siren" by This Mortal Coil
On the floating, shapeless oceans
I did all my best to smile
til your singing eyes and fingers
drew me loving into your eyes.
And you sang "Sail to me, sail to me;
Let me enfold you."
Here I am, here I am waiting to hold you.
Did I dream you dreamed about me?
Were you here when I was full sail?
Now my foolish boat is leaning, broken love lost on your rocks.
For you sang, "Touch me not, touch me not, come back tomorrow."
Oh my heart, oh my heart shies from the sorrow.
I'm as puzzled as a newborn child.
I'm as riddled as the tide.
Should I stand amid the breakers?
Or shall I lie with death my bride?
Hear me sing: "Swim to me, swim to me, let me enfold you."
"Here I am. Here I am, waiting to hold you."
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[27 Dec 2006|10:58pm] |
Post from toolband.com:
"We've been getting some questions and comments about the edited version of "The Pot" as it can be heard on the radio these days. As I'm sure most of you know, editing their finished product is not the band's idea. This, of course, is the handiwork of the radio stations who years ago figured out that a shorter version of the song means more time for advertisements. Once upon a time radio friendly songs were written a certain length due to do certain time limitations with vinyl, but, of course, today, this is not a problem. Today, the 'knife' comes out so that more ads can be squeezed in, generating more income for the station's owners."
the internet breeds honesty and freedom and i adore it.
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[01 Dec 2006|01:03am] |
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This is radness. I especially enjoy "When the President Talks to God", "The Revolution Will Not Be Televised", and well, if you know me well at all, you know I'm going to say "Wake Up".
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| Lest We Forget |
[11 Nov 2006|07:54pm] |
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edie brickell and new bohemians - what i am |
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There's so many of us
There's so many
Let's have a war
So you can go and die
Let's have a war
We could all use the money
Let's have a war
We need the space
Let's have a war
Clean out this place
It already started in the city
Suburbia will be just as easy
Let's have a war
Jack up the Dow Jones
Let's have a war
It can start in New Jersey
Let's have a war
Blame it on the middle-class
Let's have a war
We're like rats in a cage
It already started in the city
Suburbia will be just as easy
Let's have a war
Sell the rights to the networks
Let's have a war
Let our wallets get fat like last time
Let's have a war
Give guns to the queers
Let's have a war
The enemy's within
It already started in the city
Suburbia will be just as easy
Fear - "Let's Have A War"
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[21 Jun 2006|12:21pm] |
10 years ago, it was 1996. Take this survey, post the results, and see how many things have changed since then.
1) How old were you?
THEN: 10
NOW: 20
2) Where did you go to school?
THEN: John Stubbs Elementary School
NOW: CNA graduate
3) Where did you work?
THEN: Nowhere man, I was ten.
NOW: Unemployed! :)
4) Where did you live?
THEN: Victoria, BC
NOW: St. John's, NL
5) How was your hair style?
THEN: short and gay!
NOW: long and curly and awesome
6) Did you wear contacts?
THEN: No
NOW: No
7) Did you wear glasses?
THEN: No
NOW: no
8) Who were your best friends?
THEN: Jordan, Matt, Kyle, Conner, and that weird kid that lived down the street
NOW: Kayla, Dion, Danny, Steve
9) Which of your pets were still alive?
THEN: My gerbil I think. Or hampster? I had a lot of them and they all died early
NOW: My cat Penny
10) Who was your celebrity crush?
THEN: Hmm maybe Jesse from Saved by the Bell? haha
NOW: n/a
11) How many piercings did you have?
THEN: None
NOW: None
12) How many tattoos did you have?
THEN: None
NOW: None
13) What was your favorite band/singer?
THEN: I liked a bunch of crap
NOW: Probably TOOL
14) Had you smoked a cigarette?
THEN: I think I tried it and failed
NOW: Tried it once or twice more, and thought it was stupid
15) Had you gotten drunk?
THEN: No
NOW: Yup
16) What did you want to be when you grew up?
THEN: Ummm no idea
NOW: Journalist, ideally
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[10 Jun 2006|12:23am] |
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I think anyone that is consuming drugs for the right reasons isn't proclaiming their involvement with them, especially when implying an association with glory.
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