December 10, 2009

December 9, 2009

  • For Megan

    “Goin’ Home”

    On the hill where Custer was,
    Making his last stand,
    With the Indians all around,
    And his gun in his hand.

    Such a wind was blowing that day,
    Through the battleground,
    I could feel it in my hair,
    As I turned towards downtown.

    Weaving through the buildings,
    Cutting though the streets,
    Slicing through the culture,
    Piling on the weeks.

    Going home, I’m going home.
    Going home, I’m going home.
    Going home.

    Dropping in on you my friend,
    Is just like old times,
    Said the fool who signed the paper,
    To assorted slimes.

    It’s hard to get blood from a stone
    But for you I’ll give it a try,
    To provide your accomodations,
    And leave you satisfied.

    You’d think it was easy,
    To give your life away,
    To not have to live up to,
    The promises you made.

    Going home, I’m going home.
    Going home, I’m going home.
    Going home.

    Elusively she cut the phone,
    Moved from cell to cell,
    Really looking remarkable,
    And obviously doing well.

    She made a turn on a wooden bridge,
    Into the battleground,
    With a thousand warriors on the ridge,
    She tried to turn her radio down.

    Battle drums were pounding,
    All around her car,
    She saw her clothes were changing,
    Into sky and stars.

    Going home, I’m going home.
    Going home, I’m going home.
    Going home, I’m going home.
    Going home, I’m going home.
    Going home.

December 2, 2009

  • “Rockin’ In The Free World”

    There’s colors on the street
    Red, white and blue
    People shufflin’ their feet
    People sleepin’ in their shoes
    But there’s a warnin’ sign
    on the road ahead
    There’s a lot of people sayin’
    we’d be better off dead
    Don’t feel like Satan,
    but I am to them
    So I try to forget it,
    any way I can.

    Keep on rockin’ in the free world,
    Keep on rockin’ in the free world
    Keep on rockin’ in the free world,
    Keep on rockin’ in the free world.

    I see a woman in the night
    With a baby in her hand
    Under an old street light
    Near a garbage can
    Now she puts the kid away,
    and she’s gone to get a hit
    She hates her life,
    and what she’s done to it
    There’s one more kid
    that will never go to school
    Never get to fall in love,
    never get to be cool.

    Keep on rockin’ in the free world,
    Keep on rockin’ in the free world
    Keep on rockin’ in the free world,
    Keep on rockin’ in the free world.

    We got a thousand points of light
    For the homeless man
    We got a kinder, gentler,
    Machine gun hand
    We got department stores
    and toilet paper
    Got styrofoam boxes
    for the ozone layer
    Got a man of the people,
    says keep hope alive
    Got fuel to burn,
    got roads to drive.

    Keep on rockin’ in the free world,
    Keep on rockin’ in the free world
    Keep on rockin’ in the free world,
    Keep on rockin’ in the free world.

December 1, 2009

  • while we’re all having fun and no one is coming to our sites

    alternative title – depredated in the ghetto or forced to live on Vampire hours – dig this
    ~~~~~~~
    On Sat, Nov 28, 2009 at 6:35 AM, blazintommyd wrote:
    Username: blazintommyd

    A friend of mine wants to join for “explicit” can you send me the link for joining with credit card age verification – they couldn’t find that. TIA

    On Tue, Dec 1, 2009 at 12:50 AM, Xanga Help wrote:
    Hi there,

    We no longer offer credit card verification for age verification. Your friend can follow this link to the age verification form http://www.xanga.com/private/editxangasafebrowse.aspx and either fax or mail in their form.

    Thanks,
    Eugenia at xanga.com

    My reply

    that is really harsh – it’s funny how censorship flourishes under Liberal administrations are you still angry McCain lost or what – it’s a rhetorical question – the only difference between now and Mussolini is the Jews are[n't] being depredated blacks are

    No I’m not black I’m just human garbage – nothing I have to say or show is important – my human spirit is crushed, destroyed annihilated, enjoy your triumph over speech and expression I’m sure Conservatives everywhere shall be proud

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    Final words here – just let it slide people – it’s how Hitler came to power. The Conservatives still rule and the fucking Democratics are no different instead of digging the metaphorical lime pits they choke and becomes Conservative themselves (I wonder if they’ll allow the following link)

    http://the-power-radio-power-blog.blogspot.com/

    cf West v Adkins 487 US 42 The difference here is that SUNY Binghamton is a State actor and the General Manager is abusing delegated authority – under NYS regulation the President of the University is expressly responsible to ensure that broadcasting policy is in compliance with the law and it isn’t. But is it really that different? http://www.h-net.org/reviews/showrev.php?id=14302

November 30, 2009

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November 23, 2009

  • Non–participation is disappointing

    And it really isn’t my fault – everything has become so completely mundane. I get busy and then have a little time and it seems like everyone has this attitude – well tommy you haven’t been around so now you have to earn participation. People work too hard for attention and it all depends on who you connect with what they enjoy &c. You get shirked and start thinking well there must be something wrong with my profile and then you meet someone exciting and realize, yes this is fine there’s nothing wrong here. Bit I just like to have discourse to get the gears working. Writer’s, block, creative block whatever. I guess everyone has flocked to FaceBook which I don’t like. I liked My Space and then one of my Goddesses turned me on to this but things have changed so much. So many of the sexy girls you could be nice with moved on went straight probably got fat :p or became Gay guys :o My Space was nice for a while, groups were interesting and then that sort of died. The length of pieces was limited along with html. Live Journal is so complicated – why can’t they just have a profile editor. So I’d just like to find a place where ideas could be shared and developed instead of myriad posts with one or two comments and then a new post. If someone knows of such a place or maybe finds one and thinks I’d like it let me know – leave a heart or something. Does anyone read me anymore?

November 22, 2009

  • Moon

    There’s a moon in the sky
    It’s called the moon
    And everybody is there, including,
    Saturn, Mercury
    Saturn, Venus
    Saturn, Mars
    Saturn, Jupiter
    The Van Allen Belt

    Roll-roll-roll-roll-rollin’ in Andromeda
    Won-ton-ton-ton rama-in-Andromeda

    There’s too many rings—This is the Space Age
    There’s too many things—This is the Space Age
    Just ain’t no atmosphere tonight

    If you’re lucky you get to ride in a gold meteorite
    If you’re not, you get a mouth, a mouthful of red Kryptonite
    You better move over
    Here comes a Super-nova
    Kryptonite- – -
    Destination moon

    If you’re in outer space
    Don’t feel out of place
    ’cause there are thousands of others like you
    Others like you
    Others like you

    Well there’s a moon, it’s in the sky
    It’s called the moon
    And everybody is there ‘cluding
    ‘ranus
    Neptune
    ‘ranus
    Pluto
    Destination moon

    Many gamma rays around it
    Van Allen Belt surrounds it
    This is the Space Age
    Please don’t worry
    This is the Space Age
    Just don’t worry
    This is the Space Age
    Others like you
    Ahhh ahhh……