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[08 May 2007|11:53am]
Oh hey peoples! I've been experimenting lately with a new vocal approach. Give it a listen and let me know what you think! :D

Something I Can Never Have
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[13 Apr 2007|01:41pm]
[ mood | accomplished ]

I've been experimenting lately with a slightly more "manly" sound, since I don't wnat to be thought of as a girly-man. I hope you like! I'm hoping this will break into at least the top 20, since manly music is usually pretty popular these days. :D

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[13 May 2005|06:37pm]
LiveJournal Username
Favorite ice cream
Favorite season
Thinks you're ass is tight:ladygaia
Wants to lick hot chocolate off you're body:ladygaia
Wonders how good you are in bed:debridement
Wishes you would screw him/her on the spot:fridgedicebunny
Is romatically in love with you:fridgedicebunny
Wishes you were gay so he/she could love you better:eiregirl
Hopes you'll take him/her to great heights (wink wink nudge nudge):ethel
Day dreams about having sex with you 24/7:da_wyf
This Fun Quiz created by Molly at BlogQuiz.Net

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[22 Apr 2005|10:27am]
[ mood | confused ]

Kinda I want to???

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[17 Apr 2005|12:30am]
Years ago my mother gave me a bullet and I put it in my breast pocket. Two years after that I was walking down the street when a berserk evangelist HEAVED a Gideon Bible out a hotel room window... hitting me in the chest.

The Bible would have gone through my heart were it not for the bullet.
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[07 Mar 2005|02:04pm]
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:D [02 Jul 2004|07:35pm]
You are an SECL--Sober Emotional Constructive Leader. This makes you a politician. You cut deals, you change minds, you make things happen. You would prefer to be liked than respected, but generally people react to you with both. You are very sensitive to criticism, since your entire business is making people happy.

At times your commitment to the happiness of other people can cut into the happiness of you and your loved ones. This is very demanding on those close to you, who may feel neglected. Slowly, you will learn to set your own agenda--including time to yourself.

You are gregarious, friendly, charming and charismatic. You like animals, sports, and beautiful cars. You wear understated gold jewelry and have secret bad habits, like chewing your fingers and fidgeting.

You are very difficult to dislike.

Not true!! zom-zom doesn't like me... :(

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[01 Jul 2004|03:55pm]
As a people, they would pray for the rain. Not due to any inherent lack of it, but rather, just because it is what they had always done. It came to be such that so much as a darkening of the sky to the West would cause their men to drop their tools and their women to step outside in joyous anticipation and hoping for the gift. And then they’d wait until it came, watching it all along and prostrating themselves as the water came down.

If it so happened that the storm passed them or skirted nearby without dropping any rain, they would fall into despair. So as it went, for every storm that came along~ those in it celebrated while an innumerable number more that were on the outside would be struck with grief. :D
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phenomenology [01 Jul 2004|12:15am]
The past is a landlord's luxury. Where shall I keep mine? You don't put your past in your pocket, you have to have a house. I have only my body: a man entirely aloen, with his lonely body, cannot indulge in memories; they pass through him. I should not complain. All I wanted was to be free.
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Yow [27 Jun 2004|04:23pm]
Spent the night last night at drok_vox's mom's place and things did indeed get a little rowdy. I have the teeth marks to prove it! Yep, teeth marks. :D

Went to breakfast this morning, after like three hours of sleep, sort of. Other people went to breakfast and I simply stood out in the rain and called them on their cell phones begging for attention, but they just ibnored me and/or hung up on me. :o

fridgedicebunny had a really neat hat. I think I'll have to dupe her into placing a wager on it... I don't think it'll work for the Oil Pig vid quite as well as the Jagermeister hat would have, but I bet I could really put it into good use on the vid for I'm Deep Down in a Dark Black Hole with Nothing but My Pain and Hate and Blood to Sup On. :D
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[20 Jun 2004|02:03am]
Oh yeah, da_wyf just reminded me ~ there was this time my old friend Phil and I drove to Pittsburgh because Diamanda Galas was at this crummy little bar just over the river from downtown. It was sort of this run-down industrialized part of town, so no one really lived there and some of the streets were still gravel. We were going up to the bar and heard this guy in a Pirates shirt yelling at this girl he was with. Next thing we knew the guy fucking stabbed her with a knife and we were like, "holy shit, that guy just fucking stabbed that girl with a knife!!" So Phil (who was in the Marines) was like, "Motherfucker, you better run before we get over there!!" and the guy split. I ditched into the bar to get them to call the police and we spent the next three hours with the police going over it all and missed Diamanda's show.
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[16 Jun 2004|03:58pm]
Hey everyone!!! mzmel is out of town for a few days, so I decided to throw a party over at her place!!

The directions are right over here:
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[13 Jun 2004|01:49am]
How to make a trent_j_reznor

3 parts competetiveness

3 parts humour

1 part joy
Layer ingredientes in a shot glass. Add a little cocktail umbrella and a dash of curiosity
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[10 Jun 2004|03:42pm]
[ mood | anxious ]

I made a website and dedicated it to drok_vox!

Now can I have the hat back?? The deadline to begin shooting the video is coming up and I still don't have any alternate ideas...

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[08 Jun 2004|11:52am]
[ mood | amused ]

Well, things are finally starting to look up back here in Ohio. Since he'd lost his engineering job recently, I wanted to help Uncle Kevin start up some sort of business that wasn't too likely to bend or fold too quickly underneath the burden of economic factors, so we settled on a carwash. Found a nice spot on Chagrin Boulevard, south of the Beachwood Place Mall a little ways. Sure, it's a twenty minute drive from Uncle Kevin's place, but the location was good and it cost a lot less annually than some of the locations we looked at in Cleveland.

Sunday afternoon, some of my cousins came over with some lawnchairs and we sat and had a few beers at the carwash as Aunt Clarice ceremonially brought the first car through. She even insisted on paying.

The best part was once we were a little tipsy, my cousin Brent started making funny remarks about the color of the exterior of the building. After a bit Phil asked him, "Until I see you out here with a gallon of paint, it's staying just the way it is!!" To which Brent said, "I'll paint this place..." Heh, we'll see if he actually chooses to remember it once he's sober...

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[04 Jun 2004|10:53am]
Take my Quiz on QuizYourFriends.com!
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[23 May 2004|02:41pm]
[ mood | nostalgic ]

Well, who'd have thought? Uncle Phil seems to have internet now. My how times have changed. I mean, for now. It sounded like he was going to have it disconnected by the end of the month because of bills and stuff. Anyway, I'm in Cleveland now.

I never know quite how to feel when I'm back here, as though my life is drawn back into being real, as opposed to the rockstar fantasy world I'm treated to most of the time. When I'm back home, walking these streets that I walked when I was just some long-haired kid that no one cared about, it's almost as though I can go back to living a normal life. I walk down to the Dunkin' Donuts and no one really bothers me.

But at the same time, I play arenas here too now... Not just any old arenas though, these are the ones I went to see Van Halen and AC/DC myself at. It all hits home, you know? Literally.

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[23 May 2004|01:40am]
[ mood | anxious ]



From Go-Quiz.com

Sorry everyone, I have to fly back to Ohio for a bit because it seems as though all of my relatives blue collar jobs have been shipped overseas. They need me 'n stuff. See you in a few days! I hope to be back in time to hang out at the CC Club on Friday.
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I just can't stop agonizing over it all... [20 May 2004|02:25am]
[ mood | stressed ]

Terror against terror - there is no more ideology behind all that. We are now far from ideology and politics. No ideology, no cause, not even an Islamic cause, can account for the energy which feeds terror. It (energy)does not aim anymore to change the world, it aims (as any heresy in its time) to radicalize it through sacrifice, while the system aims to realize (the world) through force.

Terrorism, like virus, is everywhere. Immersed globally, terrorism, like the shadow of any system of domination, is ready everywhere to emerge as a double agent. There is no boundary to define it; it is in the very core of this culture that fights it - and the visible schism (and hatred) that opposes, on a global level, the exploited and the underdeveloped against the Western world, is secretly linked to the internal fracture of the dominant system. The latter can face any visible antagonism. But with terrorism - and its viral structure -, as if every domination apparatus were creating its own antibody, the chemistry of its own disappearance; against this almost automatic reversal of its own puissance, the system is powerless. And terrorism is the shockwave of this silent reversal.

Thus, it is no shock of civilizations, of religions, and it goes much beyond Islam and America, on which one attempts to focus the conflict to give the illusion of a visible conflict and of an attainable solution (through force). It certainly is a fundamental antagonism, but one which shows, through the spectrum of America (which maybe by itself the epicentre but not the embodiment of globalization) and through the spectrum of Islam (which is conversely not the embodiment of terrorism), triumphant globalization fighting with itself. In this way it is indeed a World War, not the third one, but the fourth and only truly World War, as it has as stakes globalization itself. The first two World Wars were classic wars. The first ended European supremacy and the colonial era. The second ended Nazism. The third, which did happen, as a dissuasive Cold War, ended communism. From one war to the other, one went further each time toward a unique world order. Today the latter, virtually accomplished, is confronted by antagonistic forces, diffused in the very heart of the global, in all its actual convulsions. Fractal war in which all cells, all singularities revolt as antibodies do. It is a conflict so unfathomable that, from time to time, one must preserve the idea of war through spectacular productions such as the Gulf (production) and today Afghanistan's. But the fourth World War is elsewhere. It is that which haunts every global order, every hegemonic domination; -if Islam dominated the world, terrorism would fight against it.

For it is the world itself which resists domination.

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[18 May 2004|11:18pm]
Stolen from eiregirl:

Comment upon this post to describe something you would LIKE to do with me SOME DAY.

I post it, you answer, you post it.
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