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Monday, December 5th, 2005
11:03 am
sorry if i've posted this everywhere today.....
so here's some crappy pictures i took of the between the buried and me. i'm not exactly sure when this shows was but i think was when they were on tour with the black dahlia murder.
Decrease the light, increase the smiles...Collapse )
Sunday, March 27th, 2005
9:48 am
so what did you all think of the show?
remember when unearth was still hardcore? that dude's hair gets longer and prettier every time i see him......
Wednesday, December 29th, 2004
1:28 pm
TV on the radio is effin sweet. i just got an LP and it fuckon rocks. i also bought a orchid side project called bucket of teeth and a small brown bike LP as well. go me!
Wednesday, December 22nd, 2004
2:24 pm
miss machine tour review
this was taken from an old entry. well, the 27th of Oct. at least.......

so this is going to be my very belated show review for converge and dillenger.........



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but before i saw all of this.......i saw................CONVERGE


these guys win the award for: being the best band i have ever seen live. period. every song was fucking chaos. Kids mobbing the stage, mobbing the mic, head walking, hardcore dancing, swinging from the rafters.......i mean every fucking song started like this. I can't beleive the effect this bands has on people.

i'm telling you, people..... converge is emotional music. i honestly think that. to me convege can move me as much as a symphony or opera....as much as any bright eyes song. The difference is in the execution. true convege mainly focuses on the darker, seedier aspects of our human experence and they do it waaaaay louder, angier, and with a ferocity that is unmached by anything this hardcore kid has ever seen.
Thursday, November 4th, 2004
2:31 pm
Sunny santa cruz
Auschwitz, the meaning of pain
The way that I want you to die
Slow death, immense decay
Showers that cleanse you of your life
Forced in
Like cattle
You run
Stripped of
Your life's worth
Human mice, for the Angel of Death
Four hundred thousand more to die
Angel of Death
Monarch to the kingdom of the dead
Sadistic, surgeon of demise
Sadist of the noblest blood

Destroying, without mercy
To benefit the Aryan race

Surgery, with no anesthesia
Feel the knife pierce you intensely
Inferior, no use to mankind
Strapped down screaming out to die
Angel of Death
Monarch to the kingdom of the dead
Infamous butcher,
Angel of Death

Pumped with fluid, inside your brain
Pressure in your skull begins pushing through your eyes
Burning flesh, drips away
Test of heat burns your skin, your mind starts to boil
Frigid cold, cracks your limbs
How long can you last
In this frozen water burial?
Sewn together, joining heads
Just a matter of time
'Til you rip yourselves apart
Millions laid out in their
Crowded tombs
Sickening ways to achieve
The holocaust
Seas of blood, bury life
Smell your death as it burns
Deep inside of you
Abacinate, eyes that bleed
Praying for the end of
Your wide awake nightmare
Wings of pain, reach out for you
His face of death staring down,
Your blood running cold
Injecting cells, dying eyes
Feeding on the screams of
The mutants he's creating
Pathetic harmless victims
Left to die
Rancid Angel of Death
Flying free

Angel of Death
Monarch to the kingdom of the dead
Infamous butcher, Angel of Death
Angel of Death

this is the real angel of death.


p.s. if anyone wants to drink hot chocolate and watch movies call me 566-3828

Current Mood: another lonley night.
Thursday, October 21st, 2004
7:42 pm
the show last night suck ass.

this is all i have to say read it and weep bitch's.

Current Mood: kill me with your eyes.
Saturday, October 9th, 2004
4:08 pm
sitting at the table, bitting nails to swords
this is the consequence of adultery
as i rip it from your skin
this rumor will still your breath

will you now believe

here i am writing you the perfect song
when sleep comes to make you new, so will i
we will collapse together like an empty glove
my ghost will tell your ghost
the who, what, why, and when.

will you now believe
that this was meant to be
that we were meant to see
into this bliss that overrides ignorance
and to pass back and forth from fiction to fantasy
from driveway to back seat
hands encased with one another
to hear our heartbeats as they skip notes
but still manage to con-strew a symphony
that was meant for no one and nothing
but will be heard by all
but now that orchestration is in peril
and the violinists have all gone home
can you not see, how i love you.
will you now believe.

Current Mood: lonely
Tuesday, October 5th, 2004
7:32 pm
too many shows too little time...don't forget to buy your tickets to unearth and dillenger

Current Mood: working
9:12 am
If I am dead when you wake up close my eyes for me.
I need something more out of my life I go to work come home chill that is my life. I am about over it i need something more than that I think. But i don't know what to do everyone is going to school but i cant afford to go to school. So what am i going to do that I have no idea. To top it off the past 3 months I have been so fucking lonely it is not cool. But what can you do about that really? Nothing all you can do is sit back and hope something happens. But for me nope i will just sit here for awhile longer till i have to go to work. Then i will come home and chill just like every other day.

we're gonna die like this you know
miserable and old
really gotta hand it to you
really gotta hand it to you
are you positive
absolutely sure
well just get dressed, don't do this
just get dressed, don't do this

spend the night late listening to miles davis
you said it makes you want to fall in love
or be smart enough to keep your distance
you can't decide, you can't decide

we're gonna die like this you know
miserable and old
really gotta hand it to you
really gotta hand it to you
(well just so you know)
are you positive
(when we get home)
absolutely sure
(we're through)
well just get dressed, don't do this
(we're through)
just get dressed, don't do this

it's a long way back south
(to where i belong)
well you've been there once or twice
(and you still don't like it)
i say you just never gave it a chance
(well give me a chance, give me a chance)
besides did you ever stop to think
that we could keep this up living like thieves
(but you can't decide)
you can't decide
(no you can't decide)
well you can't decide

This would have been better if you were there.

p.s. I would love to lay in a bed and cuddle with some one rite now. only a certain some one.

p.s.s. southern comfort is a singles drink. If you are in a relationship with some one then don't drink this you will fight.

Current Mood: I am all by myself once again.
Friday, September 17th, 2004
11:22 am
just click it. it's the wriedt shit i have ever seen.............

Wednesday, September 15th, 2004
9:21 am
people people do you not notice a good thing when you see it. Come on get on this shit before you blow it. This shit is going to be hot fo real.

Current Mood: i think i cut my self.
Tuesday, September 14th, 2004
8:46 am
This shit is hot!
So this whit belt mafia thing is going to kick so much ass. I think there should be some rules to joining. Mike what do you think? Like you have to be freinds with at least one person already in it. No never mind then we will meet no new people. Well i am bord time for some reading.
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