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das fiten babeez

i am a dirty stinking liberal.

Monday, April 28, 2008

DNC ad

Friday, April 18, 2008

neat bush pic

don't click the "detail" link

Thursday, April 17, 2008

My emu oil

Let me show you it



BULLET IN THE HEAD
Rage Against the Machine
Rage Against the Machine

This time the bullet cold rocked ya
A yellow ribbon instead of a swastika
Nothin' proper about ya propaganda
Fools follow rules when the set commands ya
Said it was blue
When ya blood was read
That's how
ya got a bullet blasted through ya head

Blasted through ya head
Blasted through ya head

I give a shout out to the living dead
Who stood and watched as the feds cold centralized
So serene on the screen
You were mesmerised
Cellular phones soundin' a death tone
Corporations cold
Turn ya to stone before ya realise
They load the clip in omnicolour
Said they pack the 9, they fire it at prime time
Sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz
And mutha fuckas lost their minds

Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high

Run it!

Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high

Checka, checka, check it out
They load the clip in omnicolour
Said they pack the 9, they fire it at prime time
Sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz
And mutha fuckas lost their minds

No escape from the mass mind rape
Play it again jack and then rewind the tape
And then play it again and again and again
Until ya mind is locked in
Believin' all the lies that they're tellin' ya
Buyin' all the products that they're sellin' ya
They say jump and ya say how high
Ya brain-dead
Ya gotta fuckin' bullet in ya head

Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high

Uggh! Yeah! Yea!

Ya standin' in line
Believin' the lies
Ya bowin' down to the flag
Ya gotta bullet in ya head

Ya standin' in line
Believin' the lies
Ya bowin' down to the flag
Ya gotta bullet in ya head

A bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head!
A bullet in ya head!
A bullet in ya head!
A bullet in ya head!
A bullet in ya head!
A bullet in ya head!
A bullet in ya head!
Ya gotta bullet in ya fuckin' head!

Yeah!

Yeah!




Tuesday, April 15, 2008

Waiting for flute lesson to start

Taking elise to her flute lesson, we encounter 'angry sipping'.

Then she tried to point at something outside the window, and hit her finger on the windshield. We recreated it. She reminds me of her mom sometimes.

it should say



"I love to be raped when i'm 9 by my 55-year-old husband."

Monday, April 14, 2008

link to screw

Expelled

screw Ben Stein and his bullshit movie. Linking to the counter-information site hosted by the NCSE with the word "expelled" will help drive their search result higher. gwan, do it.

Sunday, April 13, 2008

Oh fuckin awesome

Bob an David filming a pilot bitches
You know what rules? That rules.

Second mobile blog attempt


Chris represents.


Cassie, Jerm, Desi

Ok, sending a picture mail doesn't seem to work, i'll try through gmail.
Saw chris, shauna, chris, marie, jerm, and cassie last night at distinction. Chris and Marie are leaving in five days for a new life in SF...hope they do well. Babyfight sends love'n'good wishes.

Note: That one worked! I'll try to send more pics from my sweet little Centro. I'm not sure how to do links yet, so if there's links they'll either be plain old http's or I'll come back later and fix them.

Monday, April 07, 2008

wow....

where do xtians get this shit?
It's funny, but I think the amount of information available isn't helping some people understand other folk's viewpoints these days, but compartmentalizing them, locking them into little groups. I heard something or read something this week that shoved that thought into my head (can't remember where)...I'd imagine there's xtians that NEVER read anything not explicitly within their belief system, unless its on some very popular media outlet. so let's say something people more open-minded are familiar with for a while, and it suddenly gets some play on TV. "How 2007!" we smirk, but it's their first exposure, say on local TV news.
I use "we" but as I was considering the thought this weekend I realized I myself am loathe to venture too far outside my own confines. Of course some of what I like to do is look at and mock those I disagree with, which carries with it some exposure. I'm sure I've got a lot more exposure to stupid fundamentalist shit than that state rep has to atheism.

Wednesday, April 02, 2008

april foolz

that was yesterday, but i prefer to treat every day like foolz day.



seBADoh
seBADoh III
THE FREED PIG

You were right
I was battling you, trying to prove myself
I tried to bury you with guilt; I wanted to prove you wrong
I’ve got nothing better to do than pay too much attention to you
It’s sad, but it’s not your fault
Self-righteous and rude
I guess I lost that cool
Tapping ‘til I drive you insane
I’m self-righteous, but never right
So laid back, but so uptight
Destroying your patience to tolerate me
With all the negative spirit I bring
Right, I was obsessed to bring you down
Watching your every move
Playing a little-boy game
Always with something to prove
Waiting to cut you down, making it hard to live
With only one thing to do
Cut me first, make it easy
Now you will be free
Now that nothing depends on me
Tapping ‘til I drive you insane
Now you will be free
With no sick people tugging on your sleeve
Your big head has that "more room to grow"
A glory I will never know
A glory I will never know


ackoostickle!

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