| hunka hunka burnin poop |
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lips and assholes |
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red hot dogs and jelly beans
super mom and mr clean
all went to 5 point to buy some lunch
super mom found super dad
so it looks like i've been had
cuz hot dogs are made of lips and assholes
chorus:
hot dogs are made of lips and assholes x 6
morphine bill and cocaine sue
strolling down the avenue
don't step in the poop that my dear horse left last night
kickin ass and takin names
this is just me playing games
cuz hotdogs are made of lips and assholes
chorus
fuckin around and shootin the shit
flippin the bird at the catchers mitt
dreams of you give me mucho morning wood
garbldy goo and funky fat
make me wanna stay where i'm at
cuz hotdogs are made of lips and assholes
chorus x 4
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| so last night i step outside behind the garage. |
[29 Jul 2006|08:40pm] |
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gridlock - formless |
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and what do i see but 3 deer. a mom and her 2 babies. i have seen this little family around the neighborhood on 3 or 4 seperate occasions. but this time was different. i was on the ground with them. every other time has been in my vehicle. so i decided to take the opportunity to move closer in. i stooped down and slowly started walking closer to them. when they looked up from their snack i froze. and started again when all 3 were back down grazing. then i noticed an opossum beside the apple tree in the same field. as i moved closer to the creatures of the night the babies moved closer to the opossum. until they were virtually nose to nose with the daring marsupial. i ducked behind a tree to watch their interactions. soon the opossum hissed at the babies and they ran to be with their mothor. bats swarm over head. the sillouette of the buck appears under the trees. i dont know who sees who first. i continue to watch the deer graze. but i am captivated by the buck in the distance. soon i turn my head to the mom and her kids but i cant find them anymore. i know the buck will soon follow behind so i stick around to watch him cross. when he comes out it is closer than had anticipated. he trotted closer to me. stomps his hooves on the ground. he is 20 yards in front of me. i didnt know if he was gonna charge or what. my cat buster sits behind me watching with me the whole time. he snorts. stomps his hooves some more. turns and gallops into the woods to the left snorting 4 or 5 more times. and there sits me, the opossum, and buster...
eye of the tiger was playing over ther intercom system in walmart. boy did i look like a big dope laughing at soundwaves in the middle of the ultimate metaphor of clarksville.
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| today.. |
[29 Jun 2006|10:35pm] |
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squarepusher - music is one rotted note |
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i drank a pint of blood.
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| RIP |
[31 Mar 2005|02:32pm] |
you will be missed, mitch. :(
<3
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[29 Oct 2004|01:57am] |
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| what a trying day it has been. |
[07 Oct 2004|12:48pm] |
so i went down to my local electronics for less store and i traded my powerbook for an xbox and $1430.00. i almost felt pressured by the salesman but i went ahead with it. i mean. the xbox came with a few games. and i could mod it for only $100 or so more with an extra harddrive and whatnot. anyways. a littlebit down the road i though.. WTF AM I DOING!? my powerbook is worth more than $1430 and an xbox - or rather i would prefer i have my powerbook than the cash and xbox. plus my time is too valuable to be playing VIDEOGAMES. it will just turn me into a lazy turd. so i go back to the store and ask them for a return and for my powerbook back - that i had made a mistake. they give me a bunch of mumbojumbo like i have to go upstairs to some storage/warehouse room.. i dont know exactly. but i go upstairs anyways. and up this grand staircase. somewhat mazelike series of rooms walled off by cubicle material. but i make it up to THE room. and i see nearly FIFTY or so sad faced dirty people in this room. the door slams behind me. there is a tall hunchback giving out forms for us to fill out to recieve our lost merchendise. i say 'fuck this' and i break through the doors on the other side and run through the warehouse.. THERE! i see somebody carrying my powerbook to be put up on a shelf!! i NAB it from him and RUN out the doors. everybody is saying STOP STOP STOP!! THIEF!! THERE HE GOES!! but i just keep running. a couple of suits start to chase me. i manage to jump over the handrail on the top floor and fall between the space in the winding staircase ninjastyle. people yelling at me to stop. i land at the bottom and take off again.. people still yelling at me... people grabbing at me. baldheaded men and fat women dressed in suits. i DASH out the front doors.. people right on my tail. there is a fountian/pool outside so i JUMP into the water. hoping this will detur my chasers. oh no my friend. a couple of the fat ladies in business suit/skirts JUMP into the murky waters after me. i kind of chuckled to myself. as i knew i could outswim them in a heartbeat. i pull myself out of the pool and i see a pink and neon green MONSTERTRUCK with wikkid exhaust system and round knobby tires!! this could be my ultimate getaway vehicle.. only problem is.. its owned by ANIMAL from the muppets. i see him racing for his monstertruck - sensing that i wanted to STEAL IT. unfortunately he makes it there first and drives away. i chase after him. i NEED this MONSTERTRUCK!!! soon he CRASHES into a 1920's style mansion. this slows him WAY down. as soon as he is at the edge of the otherside of the house i PULL him from the monstertruck and hop in!! omg its such a tight fit. i mean.. this is a MUPPETS monstertruck.. OOF!! AND its a stickshift!! oh well. now is as best a time to learn as any. so i put it into first and take off!!! by and by i come across a hill that looks like the hill going up hutcheson lane to palmyra rd. as i top the hill i find military vehicles of all sorts.. missle launchers, tanks, hummers, rocket launchers.. along with soldiers scattered ALL over the place.. DUKING IT OUT!! an all out WAR!!.. i race full steam ahead and get stopped by some of the friendlier sodiers... i hop out and explain my situation... as im talking ANIMAL sneaks up on the otherside of the monstertruck and JUMPS in!! and starts driving off... well this alerts the soldiers and they start firing.. missles. rockets. ammo. one of the rockets explodes under the truck sending it AIRBORNE!!!!!!! i bet that sucker flew 200ft up into the air!!! on its descent i notice a missle launcher appear on the underbelly of the MONSTERTRUCK!!! headed down nose first.... 50ft from hitting paydirt.. BOOM!!! the explosion carries him back upward into the stratosphere... headed back down. nose first again.. BOOOM! back up again. into the stratosphere.. back down again.. BOOOM!!! back up... this goes on 2 or 3 more times till he runs out of missles and CRASHES to the earth. i race over to see what remains of the monstertruck.... ... .. and i see.......
well.. this is the part thats top secret. and if i told you id have to kill you.. or the FBI would probably kill ME... im sure you dont want to die.
i must be off.
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[06 Jun 2004|02:37am] |
when given the luxury of the option to have your orange pre-sliced please for the love of god take advantage of that luxury and choose to make use of modern tools.
oh yeah. david byrne is..... wait.. nevermind about the thinghbnj m m uijhuij i said before. it was a premature orange.
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| my poor right arm :-( |
[01 Feb 2004|12:56pm] |
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wow. fucking rad. that one turned out pretty damn decent.
um yesterday was interesting. hung out with shannon, played guitar, threw pottery, hung out with mike and brian in the computer room in trayhern. meeting new people is lovely - especially when they share a common interest that one in maybe 3000 people share with you [maybe a bigger ratio than that]. we ended up at the blackhorse. heidi was there too. shes a funny cat. it miss hanging out with her. 9/10ths of the way through the meal robb and mike stopped by... then we saw gar.... yeah. stuff. i drank some beers. yummy. i spilled beer. fuck me with a pitchfork sideways.
thats all. i have nothing introspective to say really.
im at work. as you may have guessed. yeah. - bye.
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| this is only a test. |
[27 Jan 2004|11:01pm] |
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m3rck catalog stream |
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picture post!!! i will even do an LJ cut for people who dont give a rats ass and whatnot. and if you DO click on the cut then you have very nearly no right to bitch about the randomness inside.
( RANDOM! )
ohkay. i only have one thing to say right now. this world is huge. i learn something new everyday. i feel dwarfed by my peers. --- im listening to a live stream of the entire catalog of a label im planning on sending a demo in to (just gotta finish 3 or so more tracks)... these artists whos names ive never even HEARD of.. they are amazing! i mean - these people probably work at their local bookstore or coffee shop and theyre making amingly technical, emotional, and powerful music! craziness. you never know when youll meet one of them. or see them walking along the sidewalk in some bigger city. youll pass by him.... right past. not batting an eye.... ohkay im rambling. bye.
Your Name: aaron hutcheson
Your Date of Birth: 05/20/1981
Your Question or Information:
Past Lagaz - Intuition, imagination, success in studies, creativity, vitality and passion (especially for women). | Present Mannaz - Cooperation, teamwork, collaboration, help and aid from others, beginning new projects, especially with others. | Future Perdhro - Unexpected gains, hidden secrets coming to light, discovering that which has been lost, spiritual evolution. |
Cast the runes here:
Rune Caster
ohkay. ususally im not into these things so much. but this one was holy balls accurate. im skeert! O____O
geek out
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| zap? |
[23 Jan 2004|11:37pm] |
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| eep. |
[18 Jan 2004|04:38pm] |
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so. last night was a life altering experience. as cliche as that phrase may sound it is actually pretty representative of the way i feel. and i dont know what to do. o_0
um.. i have so much inside me....... i dont think i can write. what. is going on. ummmmmmm.... i spilled tea on my powerbook 2 nights ago when i was at work.. that made me sad. aaaand. gah. imma go put up an ebay auction. or.. play some more with the track i started today. or.. something else semi-productive.
thanx for the marvelous time last night. n'stuff.
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| i <3 dog milk. |
[08 Jan 2004|12:42am] |
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damn. something. went to santa fe tonight. darwin awards in the waiting. they dont charge you for every beer there. and the beers they DO charge you for are a damn dollar. so it was ohkay. tonight i realized how bitter, elitist, cynnical and selective i really am. and im ohkay with that. do i deserve to be? probably not. but who gives a fuck. ill be one of those bitter old men.
again today i couldnt translate what i wanted from my head to my hands to my ears. so disappointing. so many disappointments.
its a curse. oh well. maybe after my academic degree is over with i will. do. something. else.
but probably not.
in other news lindys redid her room. she got new carpet today. i think this was part of her xmas present. so im not too bitchy. + im happy enough with my living space as it is. mostly. (tho i could probably fill another house with all the shit i have)
gah. that was dribble. bye.
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| oof! |
[30 Dec 2003|12:10pm] |
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just woke up. last night my dream included shooting a bazooka at a life sized spaceshuttle&rocket in my backyard still horizontal to the ground, 8 bit explosions, the spaceshuttle&rocket taking off on the ground, following ben folds around... i will spare you the rest... cuz i know how people ususally dont give a rats ass about the details of somebody elses dreams... also i dont remember a whole lot more. it was a pretty bitchin dream tho.
nobody is home right now. kind of an odd feeling.
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[19 Dec 2003|12:13am] |
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gazelle elite exercize machine |
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damn they leave nothing to the imagination
you can see her fucking taco
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