This is my rifle.

Darn interwebs.

Sun, 16 Apr 2006 11:15:31 GMT

Let it be known officially that '21 Unread Messages' is a portent of terrible things to come.

Easter eggs! In the past used to represent the rock rollowing away from Christ's tomb, they formed an entertaining pastime for children across the world; they would be painted, decorated, and rolled down the hill. Fun for all the family.

But NO LONGER!

New research, taken from the Easter egg traditions of today, indicates that Christ did in fact eat his way out of the tomb. Made out of chocolate.

...

Stupid commerce. Made worse by the fact I like Easter eggs.

Sat, 01 Apr 2006 16:49:36 GMT

Just a quicky, I think that I'm in love with Corinne.

The End.

EDIT: Oh, shush. Keep your Corinne-loving notes to your OWN blog.

God bless our dead marines.

Mon, 20 Mar 2006 15:07:48 GMT

They put angels in the electric chair
The electric chair, the electric chair
Straight up angels in the electric chair
The electric chair, the electric chair

They put angels in the electric chair
The electric chair, the electric chair
Straight up angels in the electric chair
The electric chair, the electric chair

And no one knew or no one cared
But burning stars lit up their hair
And burning stars lit up their hair
And crawled to heaven on golden stairs

And oh, how we to and fro
To and fro, to and fro
Oh, how we to and fro
To and fro, to and fro

Oh, how we to and fro
To and fro, to and fro
Oh, how we to and fro
To and fro, to and fro

This our torched estates
We're your sweet mistakes

And all them vulgar kings on their dirty thrones
Who among us will avenge Ms. Nina Simone?
And all them vulgar kings on their dirty thrones
Who among us will avenge Ms. Nina Simone?

There's fresh meat in the club tonight
God bless our dead marines
Someone had an accident above the burning tree
While somewhere distant, peacefully
Our vulgar leaders sleep
Dead kids don't get photographed
God bless our dead marines

The hungry and the hanged
the damaged and the done
striving 'long this spinning rock
tumbling past the sun

Lost a friend to cocaine
Couple friends to smack
Troubled hearts map deserts
And they rarely do come back
Lost a friend to oceans
Lost a friend to hills
Lost a friend to suicide
Lost a friend to pills
Lost a friend to monsters
Lost a friend to shame
Lost a friend to marriage
Lost a friend to blame
Lost a friend to worry
And lost a friend to wealth
Lost a friend to stubborn pride
And then I lost myself

I love my dog and she loves me
The world's a mess and so are we
She tumbles long green, muddy fields
Sick with joy and glee
And as she dreams sweet puppy dreams
Whimpering gently

There's fresh meat in the club tonight
God bless our dead marines
Someone had an accident above the burning trees
Well, somewhere distant, peacefully
the vulgar princes sleep
Dead kids don't get photographed
God bless this century

When the world is sick
Can no one be well?
But I dreamt we were so beautiful and strong

When the world is sick
Can no one be well?
But I dreamt we were so beautiful and strong

When the world is sick
Can no one be well?
But I dreamt we were so beautiful and strong

We dance to the sound of sirens...

Sun, 12 Mar 2006 18:21:45 GMT

...we are heroes of self deception.

Also, have some link. On me.

I hate you, Mario.

Mon, 06 Mar 2006 18:48:40 GMT

Mario, we need to talk. Times have changed; I don't know who you are these days.

It's the mushrooms, Mario. You take them and then claim that you've killed Gwoombas, fought Boo and defeated the Hammer Bros. I can only put two and two together, Mario!

It's that brother of yours, isn't it? Wait, don't answer that. I already know the answer.

Toadstool's the dealer. I'm sure of it.

Go get Bowsered, Mario. And don't come crying to me when the mushrooms wear off.

Sketch swap!

Wed, 15 Feb 2006 23:19:49 GMT

Did you recieve my Sketch Swap, internet person?

Pro Test

Sat, 04 Feb 2006 13:01:03 GMT

Sqrrl101 - you are the voice of reason:

http://www.speakcampaigns.org.uk/articles/20060201wash_hands.php

I'm not going to go into all the details. But I'm pro-animal testing; I have been for some time.

http://www.pro-test.org.uk/

Join the voice of reason. If anyone wishes to argue against animal testing, please include a sensible argument in the comments section. Don't be like the 'speak campaign' representatives.

Disturbed - Down With The Sickness

Wed, 25 Jan 2006 18:10:21 GMT

Ping --> http://stuff.sebisworld.com/I_use_magic.mov

The Infantryman's Creed

Mon, 16 Jan 2006 21:43:44 GMT

This is my rifle.
There are many like it, but this one is mine.
My rifle is my best friend.
It is my life.
I must master it as I must master my life.
My rifle, without me, is useless.
Without my rifle, I am useless.
I must fire my rifle true.
I must shoot straighter than my enemy,
who is trying to kill me.
I must shoot him before he shoots me.
I will.

My rifle and myself know that what counts in war,
is not the rounds of fire,
the noise of our burst,
nor the smoke we make.
We know it is the hits that count.
We will hit.

My rifle is human, even as I, because it is my life.
Thus, I will learn it as a brother.
I will learn its weaknesses,
its strengths,
its parts,
its accessories,
its sights and its barrel.
I will ever guard it against
the ravages of weather and damage.
I will keep my rifle clean and ready,
even as I am clean and ready.
We will become part of each other.
We will.

Before God I swear this creed.
My rifle and myself are the defenders of my country.
We are the masters of our enemy.
We are the saviors of my life.
So be it, until there is no enemy,
but Peace.

Mon, 16 Jan 2006 17:16:00 GMT

You know your Armenian when ...

1. You unwrap Christmas gifts very carefully, so you can save and reuse the wrapping (and especially those bows) next year.

2. You only buy Christmas cards after Christmas, when they are 50% off.

3. When there is a sale on toilet paper, you buy 100 rolls and store them in your closet or in the bedroom of an adult child who has moved out.

4. Your stove is covered with aluminum foil.

5. You use the dishwasher as a dish rack.

6. You have never used your dishwasher.

7. You eat all meals in the kitchen.

8. You save grocery bags, tin foil, and tin containers.

9. You use grocery bags to hold garbage.

10. You always leave your shoes at the door.

11. You have a piano in your living room.

12. You play a musical instrument.

13. You pick your teeth at the dinner table (but you cover your mouth).

14. You twirl your pen around your fingers.

15. You hate to waste food.... a. Even if you're totally full, if someone says they're going to throw away the leftovers on the table, you'll finish them. b. You have Tupperware in your fridge with three bites of rice or one leftover chicken wing.

16. You don't own any real Tupperware-only a cupboard full of used but carefully rinsed margarine tubs, takeout containers, and jam jars.

17. You have a collection of miniature shampoo bottles that you take every time you stay in a hotel.

18. The condiments in your fridge are either Price Club sized or come in plastic packets, which you save/steal every time you get take
out or go to McDonald's.

19. Ditto for paper napkins.

20. You never order room service.

21. You own a rice cooker.

22. Your dad thinks he can fix everything himself.

23. You majored in something practical like engineering, medicine or law.

24. When you go to a dance party, there are a wall of guys surrounding the dance floor trying to look cool.

25. You live with your parents and you are 30 years old (and they prefer it that way). Or if you're married and 30 years old, you live in The apartment next door to your parents, or at least in the same neighborhood.

26. Your parents' house is always cold.

27. Your mom drives her Mercedes to the Price Club.

28. You only make long distance calls after 11 PM.

29. You always cook too much.

30. If you don't live at home, when your parents call, they ask if you've eaten, even if it's midnight.

31. You e-mail your friends at work, even though you are only 10 feet apart.

32. Your parents send money to their relatives in ARMENIA.

33. You're always late.

34. You eat every last grain of rice in your bowl, but don't eat the last piece of food on the table.

35. You know someone who can get you a good deal on jewelry or
electronics.

36. You never discuss your love life with your parents.

37. Your parents are never happy with your grades.

38. You save your old Coke bottle glasses even though you're never going to use them again.

39. You keep used batteries.

40. Your toothpaste tubes are all squeezed paper-thin.

And now I know.

I'm not Armenian.

More human than human.

Tue, 10 Jan 2006 20:03:42 GMT

Can anyone guess the context?

Artik. And sing it to the tune of faggot faggot faggot. says:

Please?

josh says:

lol ill get arested for possession of a firearm

josh says:

not to mention using it

Artik. And sing it to the tune of faggot faggot faggot. says:

Yeah, but not before you've put all the colours of the rainbow up his rectal passage.

Sat, 17 Dec 2005 00:11:45 GMT

Pushin' the law again
Pushin' the law again

Justice with a sword
Our smiling knight on board
Opening his heart to everyone
And loving without a doubt
Embarrassing friends and
embarrassing foes,
And those who were unjust
A man true to his heart
without fear or misgivings
With "insecurity" tattooed
across his body
The first to accept, the last to disappoint
He understood all and expected nothing

Now you are free
Free to roam the skies
Now and then visit me
With your starlit eyes

You took all our hearts
With your smile,
And left a legacy untold
You conquered life and fear,
So you see there was no room for you to grow old

Oh no, my precious LJ is ruined.

Sat, 17 Dec 2005 00:07:04 GMT

Ooh, I've been hacked. Oh no.

I'll leave it there as a testament to morons.

Daemonettes have 6 breasts. Am I the only one who recognises the child-feeding potential?

Hello i am inane

Wed, 14 Dec 2005 18:29:59 GMT

I love the sun.............
I love Ben Horsely.........
I think i may be gay.......
And perhaps now is the right time to come out.

well here i am. stripped.

IF I TYPE IN CAPITALS I LOOK CLEVER LIKE EINSTEIN OR SOMEONE.

Mon, 31 Oct 2005 17:00:10 GMT

Say, here's a thought. Thinking back to Signs, I noticed a few key errors in their plotline:

A race of extremely intelligent aliens, who just so happen to happen to be vulnerable to water invade the earth. Which is over half water. Naked.

Great plan, aliens.

Also, they've mastered space travel, and appear to have incredibly advanced technology. So why, when it comes to a locked door, they're like: "Oh crap, rethink the master Earth domination plan we spent years perfecting!"

WHY CAN'T YOU MAKE ONE GOOD ALIEN MOVIE! WHY?

Mon, 26 Sep 2005 20:17:44 GMT

...and - PING -> http://www.horsman.co.nz/download/image001.jpg?id=213

Ptikobj.

Mon, 26 Sep 2005 20:01:17 GMT

Dope. Guns. Fucking in the streets.
A revolution.

HONK HONK -> http://www.fat-pie.com/sock.htm

She needs you like she needs her pills to tell her the world's ok.

Fri, 16 Sep 2005 22:12:04 GMT

Pride and Prejudice - Best. Film/book. Ever.

Watch/read it now, it's better than you.

See also: your ass getting kicked by me and, to whit, Sokth/MT - my only active friend on LJ. So now that it isn't 'cool', the rest of you stop updating? Strewth; you sicken me. In fact, scrap sicken - add mildly nauseate. What DOES sicken me is arrogant children.

I work with them 4 hours a week. And why are they arrogant? 'Cause their mistakes are excused. Their grammatical blows are softened dramatically. Leading them to what? Believing mistakes are acceptable.

A B-A-D T-H-I-N-G!

So I take pleasure in announcing that they don't have '13 corrections' to do. Oh no, you have 13 MISTAKES my small foolish friend. MISTAKES!

I need a walking stick and a shotgun.

Special K.

Wed, 07 Sep 2005 19:47:08 GMT

I feel like a bit of a shout-off.

I work for a company that teaches academically failing children English and Maths - no problem there. It costs a fair amount to send your child there - again, no problem there.

But a certain 'boss' of mine upsets this perfect balance. Not only does she maintain a superior nature to her workers; but she always tells the children exactly what they want to hear. Every single time.

She says to a particuarly ignorant child: "It's alright, you've just slipped up a little. If you correct your mistakes, you can show your parents that you've got 100%"

NO! Tell him he's failed, like he has (that particular youngling got something along the lines of 56%) and make him work harder! Gosh, it sickens me. And THEN, what's it telling them, for later life?

That you can 'change' exam results? That you're 'above' others?

They're going to go far. Incidentally, a fat people's aerobic club meets afterwards, in the same workplace. They dance to fast-beat music on an oversized Boom Box, sweat like whales, etc. Nauseating, but necessary.

And yet, they are still lazy. One of them attempts to help me pack the tables away in the between-period. Then, she leaves it at the door, telling me to take it the rest of the way.

Perhaps, you clinically obese bitch, you'd lose more weighjt if you put EFFORT into things, rather than sitting your oversized ass, moving occasionally to cram food into your constantly-used maw - and, AND! Once in a while going to a pointless aerobics class where you achieve nothing, because you're fat.

Score one for obesity.

On a plus point, I actually slept last night. A rarity indeed.

Slave To The Wage

Sun, 28 Aug 2005 12:59:19 GMT

FUCKERS! FUCKERS! FUCKERS!

Back from a pleasant enough holiday in the Scottish Highlands. I expected a half naked Jacobite to swing a battleaxe at me at any given moment.

It didn't happen.

However, what did happen was my pursuit. As in, me being followed by Oddbins. For all those who don't know, Oddbins is a wine merchants...alledgedly. I, on the other hand, know the truth. BUT YOU CAN'T FUCKING HANDLE IT!

Or, you can. Either way, they stalked me in their ominous van; white, streaked with their makeshift logo and slogan, always just that small distance behind me. Essentially, it was just for an hour. But still, to keep up with my virtues:

A pox on you, Oddbins!

Waiting for people, talking to the walls.

A man weeps
through a tear
in your transfixed eyes
Constant,
but tell him everything
everything
before it's too early
and you're late.

Shock, pain
and no regrets
write it on sand
blow it away

Spread your wings
and make a fist
and fly

Toodles.

Sat, 13 Aug 2005 16:01:34 GMT

Will be away for the next 2 weeks, and I vow to read the Eisenhorn book by then, among other works of writing.

Toodles.

YOU deserve to die.

Tue, 26 Jul 2005 10:03:36 GMT

Key two fundamental aspects of Primary School:

- Nobody is perfect.
- Practise makes perfect.

That makes no sense.

PRIMARY SCHOOL, WHY DO YOU LIE TO ME SO!

Flow.

Mon, 25 Jul 2005 11:10:36 GMT

Quite simply, the height of ownage:

http://www.ebaumsworld.com/flow.shtml

The world is upside down. So walk on the walls.

Sun, 24 Jul 2005 14:07:19 GMT

Haven't posted in a while. Ah well.

How fucking cool is this:

http://www.eviltree.de/zoomquilt/zoom.htm

There is nothing left to lose.

Sun, 17 Jul 2005 20:47:01 GMT

To save confusion, any mood I ever place in this LJ is selected at random. Literally, (as I detest the frequent overuse of that word), at random. I pick one off the list.

Today's happens to be 'Pissed Off' - Adequate.

Recent update: I hate old people more than ever, but do respect the impressive amount of bitching that happens behind the crumbling walls of our forgotten senior citizens.

Today's old people home, for example, failed to break any stereotypes:

. Cloying, masking scent emerging from building: true.
. Dementia and paranoia on a high level: true.
. Senility: true.
. Patronisation: evident.
. Idiotic people: present.

*Sigh* - Call me judging if you like, but stereotypes are there for a fucking reason. For instance, the common chav. Emphasis on the common.

. They wear cheap, (or overpriced) sportswear.
. They are abusive, antisocial and angry.
. They are stupid.
. Their friendship system is based on aesthetics, and owning things.

Now, I label someone a Chav if they do these things. I usually get a response along the lines of one of those crap sayings like 'Don't judge a book by it's cover.'

NO! I look at the inside, and label the cover. The inside, is that they are retards, and don't understand the core principles of co-operative existence. True fact.

So, I see someone with all that sports gear on, strutting down the street. I instantly think, or say, 'Chav!'. It stands to this reason:

The chances of them being a Chav are far greater than that of them being a misunderstood, mistreated or unwell human.

Now doesn't it make sense to call someone the former, instead of jumping to 'nice' conclusions? Be real. Chavs are chavs, deal with it.

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