Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Who Knew (A Poem)
I think it's strange that I can still relive everything about you
That at a moments notice I can be whisped away to memories of days when you still held me
When I could have never believed that in a few years you would go away
Who knew that you would disappear
Who knew I would watch as you slowly drove away for the last time
Sometimes when I am alone, I still mourn
For us, for me, for you
For what we could have been
For who I could have been with you
For what you have become without me
It is during those times that what separates us seems trivial
But I always get lost in pursuit
Of the one that got away
The only one I will ever want to have stayed
That at a moments notice I can be whisped away to memories of days when you still held me
When I could have never believed that in a few years you would go away
Who knew that you would disappear
Who knew I would watch as you slowly drove away for the last time
Sometimes when I am alone, I still mourn
For us, for me, for you
For what we could have been
For who I could have been with you
For what you have become without me
It is during those times that what separates us seems trivial
But I always get lost in pursuit
Of the one that got away
The only one I will ever want to have stayed
Labels: poetry, rants
christopher,
jay,
life,
men,
Personal Journal,
poetry,
razbliuto
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Verdict: Innocent
I have decided to trust my rusty moral compass. Let the bodies fall where they may, I will leave them where they lay.
"L 'Via
Daughter Miranda
Your surname was changed
L 'Via
Without Eyes, I want to give
A story without my mother
I just want to tell you
The pain of night says
Only staying clothing
You wash the blood
L 'Via
Do not forget to relax
On the street you walk
Who you going to pursue
L 'Via
You want to kill
Machete teeth
Cabezas de gallo
L 'Via
Sleep in peace
Open your eyes
Everything will change
L 'Via
Dreamed of revenge
And I swear to you
We are going to pay
Blackmailed, she fell off every mountain
The ones they tightly wrapped in tape
In her eraser sang the guilty
As it made the best mistakes
And with every body that I find
And with every claymore that they mine
I will not forget who I'm looking for
Oh mother help me I'm looking for"
- The Mars Volta
L'Via L'Vasquez
"L 'Via
Daughter Miranda
Your surname was changed
L 'Via
Without Eyes, I want to give
A story without my mother
I just want to tell you
The pain of night says
Only staying clothing
You wash the blood
L 'Via
Do not forget to relax
On the street you walk
Who you going to pursue
L 'Via
You want to kill
Machete teeth
Cabezas de gallo
L 'Via
Sleep in peace
Open your eyes
Everything will change
L 'Via
Dreamed of revenge
And I swear to you
We are going to pay
Blackmailed, she fell off every mountain
The ones they tightly wrapped in tape
In her eraser sang the guilty
As it made the best mistakes
And with every body that I find
And with every claymore that they mine
I will not forget who I'm looking for
Oh mother help me I'm looking for"
- The Mars Volta
L'Via L'Vasquez
Guilty till proven Guilty
Today I told a friend the truth, and she cried. I felt bad and lied, and she smiled. Now I wonder if I should have left her to cry... Because the smile makes me feel worse. Knowing that in a matter of hour the cards will come tumbling, was worse than knowing she didn't know it was coming.
Labels: poetry, rants
jay,
life,
making friends,
Personal Journal,
school
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Music Discovery
As of late I have been in music discovery mode, I think I have added about 500+ new songs to my Library. I like this new mode I am finding myself in. In truth it is in part thanks to one of my new friends(?), William, he is strictly into old school rock, blues and jazz. It is weird that one of my most open minded periods comes via such a narrow person. So I will start off my recap of new music with a classic group... QUEEN. I got my hands on their whole discography and found out that I knew a few songs from them, mostly through adverts, and I actually like them. I have gotten a list together of my favorite songs by them, check it out.
(In No Particular Order)
I Want To Break Free
Another One Bites The Dust
Fat Bottom Girls
You're My Best Friend
Don't Stop Me Now
We Are The Champions
I Want It All
Who Wants To Live Forever
Headlong
And then there are the two that I have fallen in love with, and will now and as far as I can see have on my absolute favorites list.
We Will Rock You - This simple beat feeds my soul!
Under Pressure - Genius, definitely a top 20 of all timer.
(In No Particular Order)
I Want To Break Free
Another One Bites The Dust
Fat Bottom Girls
You're My Best Friend
Don't Stop Me Now
We Are The Champions
I Want It All
Who Wants To Live Forever
Headlong
And then there are the two that I have fallen in love with, and will now and as far as I can see have on my absolute favorites list.
We Will Rock You - This simple beat feeds my soul!
Under Pressure - Genius, definitely a top 20 of all timer.
Thursday, November 27, 2008
No More Mr Nice Gay!
I have nothing to say about Proposition 8's passing, except that you can expect no more Mr. Nice Gay. I will not stand by and continue to use my wisdom to save the crumbling relationships of my heterosexual counterparts if they are going to turn around and rule that my relationship has no validity. I will not continue to smile and be the archetype stereotype of the person you expect me to be. I will frown and my rainbow glow brighter and I will fight back. Just know that this is war and it will be fierce!
Monday, November 17, 2008
Catsup
So I know I am a horrible person for not posting in the past few weeks but that doesn't bother me. Nobody reads this blog readily anyways, so what ever. But I will be back up with some new photos and poems as well as accounts of my past few weeks which have been interesting and fun to say the least so yeah ttyl, l8r dudes!
Friday, October 24, 2008
WAR!!!
My neighbor did this...

So I did this?

I refuse to let his voice be the only one heard! Remember if John McCain becomes president Sara Palin will be just one 72 year old's heart beat away from the most powerful position in the world!
VOTE NOVEMBER 4th
VOTE OBAMA/BIDEN!
So I did this?
I refuse to let his voice be the only one heard! Remember if John McCain becomes president Sara Palin will be just one 72 year old's heart beat away from the most powerful position in the world!
VOTE NOVEMBER 4th
VOTE OBAMA/BIDEN!
Labels: poetry, rants
cautionary tale,
econimic troubles,
fear,
Personal Journal,
politics,
war
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Friday, October 17, 2008
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Chasing Pavements
...I basically ran after a car yesterday hoping that they would stop and ask me to hang out... Let me explain. I was hanging out last night with some people that I met at my schools arcade. When they left I was had no reason to stay so I just check out and left. While I was walking back to my apt I saw said people walking to the car going to their apartment to veg for a bit. So for some reason I walked a little faster getting ahead of them, they hadn't pulled out yet, so they would notice me and possibly suggest I come with them. They didn't. I felt kinda odd about it, like am I that desperate for friends? Or am I just positioning myself like how commercials and press coverage position products for purchase. Not to suggest that I whoring myself out, that is for another post. It is just interesting to see the things that I do make people notice me, everything except actually introducing myself...
Labels: poetry, rants
blog,
jay,
life,
making friends,
Personal Journal,
school
Monday, October 13, 2008
Blind Secret
I let someone get left on the side of the road alone at 12am on a Sunday night with no money and noway to get home... To write an apology would be disingenuous. As she should not have brought her ass out without any if those things, but it was just more vicious than I'm used to. I hate when things like that happen to people because I know that it could easily happen to me at any moment. I am always on the rim of the IN crowd teetering until a conflict forces me out or I find a way to weasel myself in.
Labels: poetry, rants
Blind Secret,
fear,
jay,
life,
razbliuto
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Racism Is Not Dead... Sadly
By Hussein he is referring to Barack Hussein Obama... Seriously...
Labels: poetry, rants
blog,
cautionary tale,
life,
politics,
racism
Saturday, October 11, 2008
I am so dissapointed
That is the most butt ugly device I have ever been privy to in my 21yrs of life upon this moist planet. Please tell me some scorn ex-employee decided to get their revenge by allowing this to get out... please let that be the case. That thing looks like a turd the Game Gear shat out. And it is the size of a credit card? Why would I want to do anything on that, you do realize that the iPod Classic is much bigger than a credit card... PSP killer by buttocks! If this is what Sega is cooking up I hope that Nintendo CEO Satoru Iwata, SCEA CEO Jack Tretton, Bill Gates AND Steve Jobs (the all iPods play games better than this would) are having a mighty big laugh while watching SEGA burn themselves to the ground, this is ridiculous.
Ok and while I am on this Razzy Rant, why doesn't Apple just by SEGA? They could make the DS/PSP killer and we all could live happily ever after!
One more thing... Why has Microsoft not come out with a portable yet? For that matter why has Sony refused to allow the PSP to be used as a controller for the PS3? If they did I would walk out of my house right now and plop down the egregious amount of money Sony wants for their sad attempt at innovation. PS3=We want you to buy BluRay... please. Kill me!
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