Life.

Look at the f****** MP3 connection on that!!

By Bob Turek (I think)

2 Poems that I like

Written by Carrie Hart (I think)

'Pride'
(The First Deadly Sin)

The enemy of accomplishment
The hidden viper in the cup of achievement
She bites and takes hold

The crowd cheers
Her teeth sink deeper

The crowd stands
Her venom flows into the veins
Makes the head light

And all the discipline
The commitment
Everything that led to the achievement
Seems nothing compared to this

This rush of pride to the head
This deadly drug that destroys
Even as it feels so wonderful

'Avarice'
(The Fifth Deadly Sin)

She longs for all the jewels in the world
To show she is the most accomplished woman
That she has all the treasure
And the other women have none

She longs for jets and yachts
Mansions and important people at her parties
That she can show the men
That she is equal to their treasures as well

And yet
In her heart
She wonders why it is so lonely in this mansion
After the guests have gone
And the servants finished cleaning

She lies in her bed
Sheets clean and pressed and cold
Tosses and turns
Aches for warmth
And wonders why the rubies and diamonds
Feel so much like ice on her skin

I've fallen in love with this song!

John Frusciante released his 10th solo album yesterday. The song below is featured on it. I refer to it as ' a cover of a George Michael cover of a song by Jeff Buckley's Dad' lol!
Although i'm starting to realise that this is obviously a quite famos song, I never really noticed it until hearing John Frusciante's version yesterday.

I don't read broadsheets or nothin so this helps me.

PURE SOCIALISM: You have two cows. The government takes them and puts them in a barn with everyone else's cows. You have to take care of all of the cows. The government gives you as much milk as you need.

FASCISM: You have two cows. The government takes both, hires you to take care of them and sells you the milk.

PURE COMMUNISM: You have two cows. Your neighbors help you take care of them, and you all share the milk.

DICTATORSHIP: You have two cows. The government takes both and drafts you.

PURE DEMOCRACY: You have two cows. Your neighbors decide who gets the milk.

PURE ANARCHY: You have two cows. Either you sell the milk at a fair price or your neighbors try to take the cows and kill you.

SURREALISM: You have two giraffes. The government requires you to take harmonica lessons.

2nd time lucky

The first time I bought tickets to see these guys I ended up not going due to an important work night out but 2moro I put things right!

In a week when 'The Wrestler' comes to our cinema, here's a new poem I found on a similar theme.

Wriiten by Philip H. Anselmo
(Frontman for Down/ex-Pantera)

'The Retired Journeyman'

A trained; composed; skilled fist
can strike out at an opponent for only so long
before it connects directly into the hearts of loved ones closest.
A pugilistic dementia reaction of habit
with a system in slow motion.
Done by thirty-three
and bitter about it.
What could have been!
Not a single promise kept.
No limelight.
Golden gloves trophies, colorless ribbons
and lost timelines…
gather dust
next to a stack of unopened mail;
forgotten for months.
Or years.
Bloodstains on a battle tested brain.
A warrior
fed back to the cruel streets unwanted and
left to cope alone
with predictable failure lying await in ambush
ticking like a time bomb inside of himself.
Whether it be nerve-damaged ticks
violent, abrupt outbursts
fists through framed family photos
or bottom shelf tequila—
this man is but a trapped, wounded hero
with torn pride inside.
A sad baggage to heave around
with nowhere to put it,
nor knowledge of how to.
The Retired Journeyman will be remembered
as the portrayal of a man that left his mark
as the loser of boxing matches
by those of us who lived through his losses
and have scorned his name because of them.
But let us take a moment to allot compassion for him
because to remember his name
is to know the unparalleled and oft-misguided courage it takes
to climb through the ropes, and into the ring
with nothing left.
For every champion, they must first meet The Journeyman…
who’s scarred face serves its purpose
and with every punch it receives, it
only serves as a detriment to this man’s health
and further distances him, from him.
Woe to The Journeyman—
a hollow young man
with only directionless; puzzled memories of combat
left on his head.
Bereft of family or friends
sitting quietly in his lonely squat—
uninvited, yet familiar company is kept
and can always be found seated in an opposing corner of the house
in a dimly lit smoker
waiting for the bell to ring
in The retired Journeyman’s
aspiration-dead
imagination.

A big load-shot of memories in the face! (Part 2)

I hadn't seen this video for God knows how many years. I always thought it was very bizarre and for some reason unsettling.

'Connect Four'

There's a vibe I like about how the other 3 RHCP talk about how Anthony Kiedis got into this recording at the end.

Now that;s what I call some good readin!!!

Allegedly, in the 1920s, Ernest Hemingway’s colleagues bet him that he couldn’t write a complete story in just six words. He is said to have been succesful and they paid up. The origin of the 'short-short story' was born.
Although I haven't included Hemingway's story, I have posted others that I like from various people.


I went clubbing. Softest coat ever. —Sean Brogan

Russian Roulette…five clicks… “Your turn.” —Pete Berg

Failed SAT. Lost scholarship. Invented rocket. —William Shatner

Automobile warranty expires. So does engine. —Stan Lee

I came. I saw. I conquered. (Veni,Vidi,Vici) —Julius Caesar

He woke. Sighed. Drank. Drove. Killed. —Yehuda Berlinger

A diet-plan for the new year that's sure to work!