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| 10:07pm 22/09/2004 |
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Here, there are lots of things to do
And a panoramic view
Of the universe completely surrounding you and me
You cannot buy souvenirs
You're never going back, never, never
Basically, I guess it could be worse
Yes, I do suppose it could be worse
Here, there are many, many sheep
And the people only sleep
And awake to tell how gory and gruesome was their end
And I don't have many friends
And it's really very clean and I'm thinking
Juliet, you broke our little pact
Juliet, I'm never coming back
Up here in Heaven without you
I'm here in Heaven without you
Up here in Heaven without you
It is Hell knowing that your health will keep you out of here
For years and years and years
Dear, do you often think of me
As you overlook the sea
do I qualify as dearly departed or am I
That sucker in the sky
The fall guy for the first and the last time
Juliet, I thought we had agreed
Now I know why you let me take the lead
Up here in Heaven without you
I'm here in Heaven without you
Up here in Heaven without you
It is Hell knowing that your health will keep you out of here
For many, many years
Second thoughts, is that what you had?
Second thoughts, first I broke my back
Second thoughts, as I hit the sea
Second thoughts, for eternity, for eternity, for eternity
Up here in Heaven without you
I'm here in Heaven without you
Up here in Heaven without you
It is Hell knowing that your health will keep you out of here
For years and years and years |
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| But don't worry, you can suntan |
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| 11:54am 20/05/2004 |
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mood:  tired music: Wham! - club tropicana
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Well I have just returned from an interview of appliance at Stevenson's college and I have several complaints, mainly on the absolute mingingness of every single warlock I came across during this visit. The woman who works on the reception desk is actually, to put it as politely as possible, so deformed that she looks as if her mother's embryos were moles. I felt severely out of place there actually because the people are so beyond rank that it would put one sexy bastard like myself as a spanner in the works of spasticism. On a realistic note though I really do not know if I wish to further my education amongst such repulsive looking people. They give goblins a bad name actually. It was very, very, very vile. It wasn't even that they were all fat wasters, which they were, but it was actually far more minging than that, these people were so truly undesirable that I would rather go on a lavish honeymoon with my arse than even enterain remote conversation or furthermore, look at, any of these mongos. The interview itself wasn't that cagey just being awake at such an early hour of the morning isn't very good, brawds.
Anyway Eleanor has appeared to have ranked her face by having some kind of accident involving a bike. I told the Egg DJ about this on the phone yesterday evening. I do not think he found it especially interesting but then everything that formulates from my mouth is beautiful. I'm away to Snatch tonight and I plan to get reeking hopefully because otherwise I will be as unhappy as a raped pontin's blue coat. I think it's only Karina and I going out since Eleanor's done fuck knows what. Apparently the doctor said she'd broken her gross plate but I said they were probably just referring to her face. Emma's out the night too. We're on the guest list or so it seems thank you to the wonderfully stimulating Will who has a habit of making women bleed. Egg DJ's going too I phoned him last night. The bleaching process was such an attrocity exhibition I have had to redye my hair black in fear that I resembled a rejuvinated Jimmy Savile. Except it looks blue and I look like i'm a complete and utter arsehole. But that doesn't really matter cos I could not give a toss. Anyway i'm off to natter to Emma or go back to slog away in meine bed. |
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| Here are the answers because you are all shite |
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| 02:23pm 11/05/2004 |
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mood:  contemplative
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1. The Birthday Party - Kiss me black
2. Einsturzende Neubauten - Blume
3. Tindersticks - My Sister
4. Talking Heads - Physco killer
5. Sparks - Falling in love with myself again
6. Jesus And Mary Chain - Snakedriver
7. Wire - Field day for the Sundays
8. Belle and Sebastian - The Model
9. Rocky Horror Picture Show - Timewarp
10. Kate Bush - Wuthering heights
11. Belle and Sebastian - Judy and the dream of horses
12. The Knack - My Sharona
13. Tom Tom Club - Genius of love
14. Tindersticks - Ballad of Tindersticks
15. The Smiths - A rush and a push and the land is ours
16. Flying Lizzards - Money (that's what I want)
17. Belle and Sebastian - Piazza, New York catcher
18. Billy Bragg - Greetings to the new brunette
19. Count Five - Physcotic reaction
20. Altered Images - Happy birthday |
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| This took fucking ages |
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| 02:38pm 10/05/2004 |
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On your current playlist, hit shuffle and pick the first twenty songs on the list (no matter how cheesy or embarrassing), and write down your favourite lyrics. Then, have your friends comment and see if they know the songs. ( Read more... )
If I had my wicked way all 20 of those wud have been Eno. |
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| This took fucking ages |
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| 01:48am 11/04/2004 |
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opening credits: the embrassment - i'm a don juan
waking-up scene: maher shalal hash baz - sunrise
average-day scene: april march - there's always madness
best friend scene: kings of convenience - i don't know what i can save you from
first-date scene: serge gainsbourg - ballade de melody nelson
falling-in-love scene: looper - impossible things #2
spring scene: nick drake - hazy jane II
love scene: the doors - light my fire
sex scene: rod stewart - do ya think i'm sexy?
summer scene: the b52's - theme for a nuede beach
fight-with-friend scene: joy division - cadidate
break up scene: felt - a wave crashed on rocks
get-back-together scene: bryan ferry - let's stick together
family fight scene: siouxsie and the banshees - happy house
'life's okay' scene: tom tom club - genius of love
autumn scene: the kinks - waterloo sunset
heartbreak scene: blonde redhead - violent life
mental-breakdown scene: rocket from the tombs - ain't it fun?
driving scene: the magnetic fields - luckiest guy on the lower east side
winter scene: belle and sebastian - winter wooskie
running away scene: the smiths - still ill
lesson-learning scene: leonard cohen - famous blue raincoat
deep-thought scene: david bowie - quicksand
happy dance scene: the knack - my sharona
flashback scene: adam green - her father and her
regret scene: morrissey - suedehead
long-night-alone scene: half man half biscuit - reasons to be miserable part 2
death scene: tindersticks - cherry blossoms
closing credits: the clash - rock the casbah |
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| Stuart Murdoch and I. |
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| 01:29pm 04/04/2004 |
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mood: tired music: Belle and Sebastian - I Love My Car
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It's not a particuarly attractive picture but Stuart Murdoch is in it. |
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| lalalalalalaaa |
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| 12:48pm 18/03/2004 |
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mood:  flirty music: ur face
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this beith the amazingist bryonyist person in the whole world. siobhan love me very much and so does the cat. caz is a smell cos she wont play wee skivees with me. i mean after all thats been goin oin lately i think i deserve it. hmf. OPIUM TONIGHT FOR MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
oh ps - am single now. |
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| Can't be bothered writing, thus... |
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| 07:10pm 06/03/2004 |
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I decree today that life is simply taking and not giving
England is mine and it owes me a living
ask me why and I'll spit in your eye
ask me why and I'll spit in your eye
But we cannot cling
to the old dreams anymore
no we cannot cling
to those dreams
Does the body rule the mind
or does the mind rule the body?
I dunno...
Under the iron bridge we kissed
and although I ended up with sore lips
it just wasn't like
the old days anymore
no it wasn't like those days
am I still ill?
am I still ill?
Does the body rule the mind
or does the mind rule the body?
I dunno...
Ask me why and I'll die
oh ask me why and I'll die
and if you must go to work tomorrow
well if I were you I wouldn't bother
for there are brighter sides to life
and I should know because I've seen them
but not very often
Under the iron bridge we kissed
and although I ended up with sore lips
it just wasn't like
the old days anymore
no it wasn't like those days
am I still ill?
am I still ill? |
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| 02:10am 03/03/2004 |
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step 1: be a total copycat.
step 2: open your MP3 player (or whatever you use).
step 3: put all of your music on random.
step 4: write down the first thirty songs it plays, no matter how embarrassing.
1. Alternative TV - Action Time Vision
2. Saint Etienne - You're in a bad way
3. Adam and The Ants - Tabletalk
4. Mudhoney - Hate the police
5. Bis - Sweet Shop Avengerz
6. Saint Etienne - Only love can break your heart
7. Love - Wonder People (I do Wonder) [Outtake]
8. Prefab Sprout - Faron Young
8. The Passions - I'm im love with a German Filmstar
9. Crass - Do they owe us a living?
10. Associates - Party Fears Two
11. Throbbing Gristle - United
12. tv21 - Snakes and Ladders
13. Avengers - We are the one
14. Sparks - Lost and Found
15. Human League - Marianne
16. Echo and The Bunnymen - Stars are stars
17. Modettes - White mice
18. Brian Eno - Baby's on Fire
19. Joy Division - Transmission
20. King Crimson - I talk to the wind
21. Magazine - I'm a party
22. Felt - Sunlight bathed the golden glow
23. Orange Juice - Felicity
24. Penetration - Nostaliga
25. Psychic TV - Godstar [7" Version]
26. The Saints - Know your product
27. Spizz Energi - Wheres captain Kirk?
28. Vic Godard and The Subway Sect - Ambition
29. The Doors - Touch me
30. Brian Eno - Kings lead hat |
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| 08:00pm 25/02/2004 |
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The most careful ask today "How is man to be maintained?" I, Zarathustra, ask, as the first and only one: "How is man to be surpassed?"
The Superman I have at heart;-- that is the first and only thing to me -- and not man: Not the neighbour, not the poorest, not the sorriest, not the best.
O my brothers, what I can love in man is that he is an over-coming and a down-going. And also in you there is much that makes me love and hope.
In that you have despised, you higher men, that makes me hope. For the great despisers are the great reverers.
In that you have despaired, there is much to honour. For you have not learned to submit yourselves, you have not learned petty policy.
For today the petty people have become master: They all preach submission and humility and policy and diligence and consideration and the long et cetera of petty virtues.
Whatever is of the effeminate type, whatever originates from the servile type, and especially the crowd-mishmash -- that is what wishes now to be master of all human destiny -- O disgust! Disgust! Disgust!
They ask and ask and never tire of asking: "How is man to maintain himself best, longest, most pleasantly?" Thereby are they the masters of today.
These masters of today, surpass them, O my brothers: These petty people, they are the Superman's greatest danger!
Surpass, you higher men, the petty virtues, the petty policy, the sand-grain considerateness, the ant-hill politeness, the pitiable comfortableness, the "happiness of the greatest number!"
And rather despair than submit yourselves! And verily, I love you, because you do not know how to live today, you higher men! For thus do you live best! |
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| 02:40am 13/02/2004 |
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well i heard a lovely rumor, that bette midler had a tumor. so gleefully i went to tell my friends. but they said it was a lie, that she wasn't going to die, "and by the way, have i got news for you" and they told me that the man, that i had always billed as "dad" hadn't met my "mum" when i was born. and they reckon that i am, but i hope to god i'm not, the bastard son of dean friedman. the bastard son of dean friedman. and my school work fell behind, with this bombshell on my mind. my art teacher said he understood, that he could only sympathise with the sadness in my eyes. even though he'd shown me his magerite. and in the "corridors of fear" i would shed a lovely tear, as ridicule flew at me from both sides. and they mocked me in my mocks, and embroidered in my socks, the bastard son of dean friedman. and you can thank your lucky stars that you're not the bastard son of dean friedman. |
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| lord of the chalk. |
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| 01:03pm 08/02/2004 |
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music: the pastels - nothing to be done
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LORD OF THE CHALK.
Faggidy_Gaydolf was walking across the street once day with the adventures of raggidy sy's diseased cock in his twelve inch dildo daydreams. When along comes
"Hello", exclaims the exploding squirrel. "I want to eat your nuts" Raggidy sy thought this was a sexual inuuendo as he had already had keith ferguson up the arse twenty seven times with the twelve inch dildo that scabby crow had bought from a guides leader, who happened to be bald and from penicock. She was bald and sexy almost as sexy as keith ferguson who was a birds custard devouring cock fighter. The squirrel wasn't after sex though, he was after nuts and lard from yer ma's vagina which had already been enjoyed by
He was young. He needed the money. But he made no money working in a bank which was devoured only by squirrels and stds of squirrels luke's ma's favourite choclate dickshapes from whiplash squirrels. His grandmother nearly shipped herself off to banCOCK whilst eating penis pasta shapes with goldilocks and the three bears, one of who was an ironic goth slut called pee. She pissed herself at the prospects of yer ma's jordi brown sex tapes of dky which stands for DON'T KISS YERMA. but yerma was not your mother, oh no! It was a remote scottish island avaliable for only
It's elainey before she was famous. She once was a drowing rat in singaPOURS a spot cleaning company, much like OXY SPOT. If you're a teenager and have acne problems you would go to the nexus djs who immendeitely spilt beer on your acne and it cleared away as if by magic! Keith Ferguson ate his ma and his dad for breakfast while big craig rammers devoured underage truffles, as he was a god crusher, and ate barry for breakfast with about 200 waffles and shit flavoured syruppy arses from guide leaders and alted.co.uk.
Alcohol problems are helped by brutal julia who lived in a pineapple of cocksucking sucking cock cock cock cock cock lord of the chalkring. And along came a spider and sat down beside her and the phone rang and they were in THE RING. But she had aids so she died before the japanese baby could come and kiss her arse.
in the meantime, greenich meantime perhaps because we were in edinburgh with edward the longshanks ajoined to our scottish flag loving ringpieces, brian mcgrath was taking arty new york skyline photographs of two obese lesbians dirty dancing with a
peadophile who looked disgustingly familar to brian mcgrath. that is because he had previously asked him to have anal sex with him on the internet whilst masturbating over erotic and exotic pictures of parrots on religious scottish pilgramidges. this entire time william wallace was licking sherbet from a rather large oraphise which happened to be floppy dick's christmas tree which had been put away to await the festivities which were facing it in the upcoming months of brian mcgrath's photography classes. but all this while, raggidy sy was waiting for the perfect moment to tell everyone something.
"I'M AFRAID OF SQUIRRELS... THEY WANT TO HAVE ANAL ARSE SEX WITH ME AND I ONLY LET KEITH FERGUSON DO THAT... NO, NO, NAUGHTY SQUIRRELS, THE NAUGHTY ARSE RAPING ARSE ARSE ARSE ARSE ARSE INFESTED BAD SQUIRRELS THEY ARE"
keith ferguson rolled his eyes, he was sick of hearing about other people's worries, he had enough of it at the bank when underage 50 year olds came in to start bank accounts with anal herpes and not money. his eyes rolled like  's eyes roleld when the squirrels took him to the treehouse two stepping away with the pixies and anally penetrated his great grandfather who happened to also be keith ferguson. nobody knew what was going on, but julia and dave cock munched away on myra hindley whilst eating rather large disfigured milky ways and drinking vodka and red bulls with scabby crow, who didn't like pink floyd because they used dildos and drugs to write songs about your disfigured fadgegina g which won the european song contest once apon a time when it sung a song called
I FUCK SQUIRRELS UP THE ARSE A LITTLE BIT
it was a hit. everyone was happy! a hit single had been made. his name was raggidy sy. he was single and he wanted a girlfriend. but not a damn squirrel!
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I like anal sex with dominatrix vamps 25 inch dildo as well as her ma.....
who happens to be yer ma aswell. Look out kiddies. She's everyones ma! |
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| if music be the food of love are you the indiegestion? |
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| 02:03am 19/11/2003 |
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god gave us life god gave us life god gave us life god gave us life so that we could play with our mates in the street with the ball that we bought from the shop last week. god gave us life god gave us life god gave us life god gave us life so that we can take sweets off strange men in big cars and get driven to the woods to stroke non-existant puppies. but he also gave us una stubbs but he also gave us little and large but he also gave us keith harris but he also gave us wendy craig but he also gave us thora hird but he also gave us matthew kelly but he also gave us eartha kitt but he also gave us lionel blair. |
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| 06:23pm 11/11/2003 |
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i'm feeling sick fuck this i've felt like this for a week, i put a knife right into his eye my friend can't see, she asks me why i don't tell the law, oh whats the fucking point atall? |
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