Archive for November, 2010

Gobble, gobble!

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Man I’m just all over the place. I still have a summer full of conventions to talk about and we just got back from Vegas. I had an awesome photo shoot on Sunday and can’t wait to see friends and family this Thursday. I would say “I can’t wait for the weekend” but I think that’s lame. And it is when you realize that if you’re only living for the weekend then 72% of your life is spent anticipating 28% of it. See? Lame! I may be a bit more tired here and there with the candle burning on both ends and the middle and in one of the spots between one end and the middle but every time I feel like going to bed too early or skipping a night out dancing or not playing video games till 5 a.m. because it’s not the weekend I challenge myself to run headlong into burning out rather than fading away. I have a few friends who will no doubt outlive me but the extra years will be filled with nothing special and that’s a bummer. Yarg, have a good Turkey day. I need to get on here more and share my thoughts and shit. Shit sharing is where it’s at.

Feels like the First Time

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Here’s the lyrics to Dethklok’s “Fansong”. Sometimes I forget how much I just love hate.

You people out there give us something more than just record sales
You give us something to hate
And we hate you, you brainless mutants
Hate [16x]
You hunched and blinded mutants
Living in chat rooms
You masturbate on the sheets
Your mothers clean for you
You have lined my pockets
Overflowed with gold
You’re living with your parents
And you’re 35 years old
You’re a bunch of banks
That I’d like to rob
You’re my online cash transaction
You’re my future stocks
Transfer you like money
To a Swiss account
Spend you on an impulse buy
And zero you all out
Hate [16x]
You sad and putrid losers
Complaining on the couch
Think you’re fucking better than us?’
You can’t leave your house
Deluded little maggots
Fold your arms and frown
Go to work and make me money
Before I put you down
You’re a bunch of banks
That I’d like to rob
You’re my online cash transaction
You’re my future stocks
Transfer you like money
To a Swiss account
Spend you on an impulse buy
And zero you all out
Hate [16x]
I would like to get some sleep
But you keep buying all our things
My overhead is way too deep
For us to not make all these things
It’s way too cynical, you see?
Hating what’s supporting me
I am not you, I thank the gods
And if I were, I’d die like dogs
Die [30x]
DIE!
You’re a bunch of banks
That I’d like to rob
You’re my online cash transaction
You’re my future stocks
Transfer you like money
To a swiss account
Spend you an on impulse buy
And zero you all out
You’re a credit card
That I will defile
Every time I max you out
I get a thousand miles
You’re a brand new car
That I do not need
Wrap you round a telephone pole
Shrug it off and leave

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