Posted by okage
at 7:43 AM EST
Friday, 14 November 2003
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Wednesday, 29 October 2003
welcome to...
I decided to break out my copy of medazzaland the other day because I have not listened to it in quite a long time. What do I discover? It isn't as bad an album as I thought it was, more like wedding version 2, or maybe it just is nostalgia. Yeah that's it. ahhh romanticism... One thing is for sure I'll never think of pop trash in the same way. That title is so perfect for that album.
I decided to break out my copy of medazzaland the other day because I have not listened to it in quite a long time. What do I discover? It isn't as bad an album as I thought it was, more like wedding version 2, or maybe it just is nostalgia. Yeah that's it. ahhh romanticism... One thing is for sure I'll never think of pop trash in the same way. That title is so perfect for that album.
Posted by okage
at 7:56 AM EST
medazzaland
Oh Meddazzaland, Medazzaland
I have a problem they said they could solve
Soon I won't speak I have no words left in me
I dream in pictures but the sound is muted
I have no way to understand what they say into Medazzaland
People are starting to talk but I don't hear them anymore
Now I can't see but I'm still able to think
Do I have any feeling left what are they saying about me
Do they really understand what's wrong I feel their hands on my skin
The time has come for them to begin I'm sinking deeper and deeper into Medazzaland
I can feel the scalpul on my skin it's cutting in deeper and deeper
I'm in Medazzaland, oh Medazzaland
Oh Meddazzaland, Medazzaland
I have a problem they said they could solve
Soon I won't speak I have no words left in me
I dream in pictures but the sound is muted
I have no way to understand what they say into Medazzaland
People are starting to talk but I don't hear them anymore
Now I can't see but I'm still able to think
Do I have any feeling left what are they saying about me
Do they really understand what's wrong I feel their hands on my skin
The time has come for them to begin I'm sinking deeper and deeper into Medazzaland
I can feel the scalpul on my skin it's cutting in deeper and deeper
I'm in Medazzaland, oh Medazzaland
Posted by okage
at 7:54 AM EST
hey, i'm trying to be in the halloween spirit.
Posted by okage
at 7:50 AM EST
Tuesday, 28 October 2003
Halloween is upon us
The weekend brought along with it a fit of boredom so I made myself a gourd-o-lantern. Well I didn't actually make it as much as I saved him from being discarded. The reason for this is because one of my deviant nephews chomped off part or smashed it on the floor. I am not sure which, but the chomping would be a funnier sight to see. Imagine biting in expecting something tasty and getting a mouthful of gourd. So this brings my over-active mind into the mix. I see it just sitting there ready to be thrown out and I wanted to do something for the little guy. So I grab a trusy knife and begin my operatoin to save the life of this injured gord. I cut deep and swift. After emptying it out and putting in his face I set myself to get a birthday candle, a piece of gum and a creamer packet. I wanted to use clay instead of all that, but there was no clay to be found anywhere. I construct my little monster and stand back to admire it.
It is good.
The weekend brought along with it a fit of boredom so I made myself a gourd-o-lantern. Well I didn't actually make it as much as I saved him from being discarded. The reason for this is because one of my deviant nephews chomped off part or smashed it on the floor. I am not sure which, but the chomping would be a funnier sight to see. Imagine biting in expecting something tasty and getting a mouthful of gourd. So this brings my over-active mind into the mix. I see it just sitting there ready to be thrown out and I wanted to do something for the little guy. So I grab a trusy knife and begin my operatoin to save the life of this injured gord. I cut deep and swift. After emptying it out and putting in his face I set myself to get a birthday candle, a piece of gum and a creamer packet. I wanted to use clay instead of all that, but there was no clay to be found anywhere. I construct my little monster and stand back to admire it.
It is good.
Posted by okage
at 2:04 PM EST
Friday, 24 October 2003
seventeen seconds
Time slips away
And the light begins to fade
And everything is quiet now
Feeling is gone
And the picture disappears
And everything is cold now
The dream had to end
The wish never came true
And the girl
Starts to sing
Seventeen seconds
A measure of life
Seventeen seconds
<-the cure->
Time slips away
And the light begins to fade
And everything is quiet now
Feeling is gone
And the picture disappears
And everything is cold now
The dream had to end
The wish never came true
And the girl
Starts to sing
Seventeen seconds
A measure of life
Seventeen seconds
<-the cure->
Posted by okage
at 7:29 AM EDT