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Pissed Off Baby - The Spits


REPOST
but my god you needed it.





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Come on Eileen - Dexy's Midnight Runners


A brief selection of recent tweets that would make good comics,


The more I think about how terriffyingly invasive Fruity Hat Guy is, the more weirded out I get. I've found my "Gay Zone", men with breasts.

"I'm sorry sir, but I'm going to have to ask you to leave. Why do you think? You're too gay for this store."


*throws square toed biker boots on the counter*



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I'm Still Standing - Elton John







Or you can click this


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This is How I Escaped My Certain Fate - Mission of Burma


What I Bought sometime this last week

<Punisher 11

In case you're not totally engrossed in comics, let's catch up to speed with Frank Castle, The Punisher -

1. Sliced into pieces by Wolverine's son, Daken, until thoroughly dead in last month's "Dark Reign * The List: Punisher"

issue 11 picks up from where we last saw Frank Castle, a pile of body parts laying under the wreckage of an exploded tenement, being harvested by moloids, a subterranean race of (you guess it) mole-people with a near deadly allergy to the sun. Man-Thing, that malicious mass of moss, burns a couple'a H.A.M.M.E.R. agents and they scurry off together with the Punisher's remains.


Do you see this cover? This is what they actually do.


So how awesome is the Punisher reborn as Frankenstein?

FrankenCastle beats up monsters and a mummy 999 points on the beast's great back strung about by an equal amount of receptacles enlodged into your cheeks drawn taut by fibrous lines stretching the length of one's neck.



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Regular Boy's Haircut - Impact Unit


These guys kick butt, grinding guitars with dead-fast speed, Impact Unit will get you instant cred with any hardcore kids you might meet. In other news, is there someone who lives in the South Bay Area that can cut my locks?








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What if we tell a story about this young girl, 13, 14 years old, pretty normal kid, she does her homework on time, eats dinner with her family, Average American Girl. One day she's at the roller rink with her friends and it hits her --- she hates everyone she's friends with. The girls circling the rink are self-absorbed, parent pleasing, boring chicks and she's filled with all this disgust and shame and fear from wanting to be like those people, so she storms out of the place totally ignoring the torrential down pour outside. Immediately she's soaking wet and cold but she decides that there's only one way to go from here and that's home, since her parents dropped her off here and she was to go home with a friend, so she heads for the bus stop.

Underneath the awning, she arranges herself and takes a look at her fellow passengers, she sees a young man leaning against the rail and a elderly black woman carting her groceries home, neither one has dared to go in the rain, having been waiting for a bus for over forty five minutes. Still working out the details of why she hates everyone, she doesn't notice that this isn't her bus or that its going in the wrong direction or that the woman needs help with her cart, storming onto the bus and plopping herself nearest to a heater. The bus heading further and further from home, the girl takes out her phone, water seeped into every pore of the device its useless and the screen flashes off. Looking around at who she might bother for a phone call, ignoring the elderly woman as completely hopeless, she takes a better look at the boy also on the bus.

Wearing skin tight pants with two foot holes in them, a frayed, studded jean jacket, a shirt of Charles Manson licking a knife, the kid taps his foot somewhere around 300 bpm, with a pair of headphones strapped to his head. This guy is way too much. Suddenly she notices that she no longer recognizes any landmarks and its not just the increasingly torrential rain confusing her, she had no idea where she was! Panic creeps into her stomach, her legs straightening out and tensing she realizes that if this kid has headphones, he must have a cell phone. Squeaking meekly, she inches herself out of her seat and lurches as the bus comes to a quick stop, tripping her down the strip her hand grabs for a steady hold and catches on the wire running through the boy's greasy hair, when she hears,

I'm Surrounded by Winners - Wasted Time


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Heart of the City - Nick Lowe


I'm facing a real trial in my life. On the one hand I have a job that I've always wanted, a fun and efficient mode of transportation, a loving family and a dog that adores me.

On the other hand, I live in Dullsville, CA, my hair hasn't been cut in almost half a year, I wear biker boots when I walk downtown, and my song project is more neglected than pro-Bibles arguing the Flintstones disprove the theory of evolution. I must be in the 7th layer of hell, where they torture the incredibly good-looking ones that cant write metaphors for shit. California...?

Listen three people who read this, I apologize for not posting interesting and timely things and its totally;; like, awful that I had to use a P.O.D. song yesterday (that wasn't School of Hard Knocks) ironically, but my life's schedule is getting slightly overwhelmed. I need to pick up smoking and take a month long cigarette break.


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Youth of the Nation - P.O.D.


I apologize for my lack of updates but I'm sick as a dog. Someone pass the penicillin.


And I once saw P.O.D. live.






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Natural's Not In It - Gang of Four

My shit is such a wreck


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Superfreak - Rick James


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=75qXUfp4wtw

Because embedding isn't enabled!!!






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Haters Wish - Rich Boy

-Link goes to torrent of Slowing Down Your Trunk


Today, November 10, 2009, a man called in the barest of Pidjdin (?) English to inquire about a paint sprayer, while a deaf man sold me a mandolin, the printer ran out of ink, somebody tried to buy comic books, some other guy delivered three cases of soda, and I made a phone call to Chris pleading for help.


I've never had so much fun in my life working.



NOT CHOPPED





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It's My Life - Madball



Punk is the Shiva of Western culture. It's all about taking up all the self-destructive energy that living off of a forty ounce and scraping up enough change to buy a slice and only opening your eyes when your band plays that song, because, let's face it, the only reason you're really the card-carrying Patriot you proclaim to be is because you worship a culture that allows your hedonistic lifestyle.

Swinging his long hair clear of the noodles held in front of him by his chopsticks, he dove his nose into the bowl and slurped up a cheek of ramen in a half-understood show of manners. Slurping up the noodles with a backwards yank of his body, through a mouthful of half-chewed food, he said,

Uud dehn .. you'd haave all theese songs about .. how awesome your life was even though it was different from everyone else's it was more fun than you could ever believe and ohmygod I've never felt this fulfilled ever in my life. And you reach this stage of zen by listening to the angriest, most loathsome, success stories conceived through rock and roll.


But it's a young man's game, limited to those who are experiencing life for the first time. Which is why we have post punk, the only genre so depressed about their fall from grace they don't even capitalize their name.

Don't get me wrong, I love post punk, Gang of Four, Pavement, Richard Hell, not so much Suicidal Tendencies who are really just a bunch of macho stoners, but you understand the type I mean.


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I Angel's Rain - YOU


My parents found this cat in a hole near our foundation, a few winters ago in nueva york. Left behind by the mother, this monstrosity has befouled my life for near on five years, in addition to the the years or two it spent living in a house, this thing is probably 7 or 8 years old.
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Dirty Looks - Citizens Patrol

Forget it,


As I lay flooded by the evening's rain, my skates dangling, lifeless, at my feet I thought only of the number of bare asses I was about to see. Partway through the opening lyrics of, "Shakin Shit", a large man (wearing a tight, black, shirt) ejected their guitar player, who had puked, while on acid, onto the stage three hours before they were set to play. Throwing the kid into the speakers, the bouncer twisted both of his arms behind him and said, "Nowyourethe fuck outtahere."

My newly-bare shoulders shivered in the winter's chill, this punk, this guy I was with, he saw that and ran up to the bouncer, annlike, he didn't pick a fight but, that bouncer got so spooked he swung that guitar player at this this guy, this scrawn little guy with three inch holes in his jeans and a leather jacket that I was with, he like threw the guitar player straight at this kid and knocked (over the bass player who knocked out a mic stand that knocked out some kid in the audience) and threw'em over the stage. Then tha manager guy came out and started shoutin' at in all the security guys faces', so they start throwin' out the manager, these guys that were hired for protection were ejecting the same dude that hired'em!

Swea'h to God.


I couldn't hardly decide between returning back to my normal life, or quitting meat, ripping sleeves off in the heat, digging through leftovers for snacks, defacing my flesh with swastikas, Ss, skulls and machine guns, while aspiring to one day prosper over a vast collection of limited edition LPs. Punk rock or the safe normalcy of my life? Oh wait, I'm like 15, next week I'll be back in love with Twilight.


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Pain in My Hear - Otis Redding


Am I crazy?


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Season of the Shark - Yo La Tengo

In the face of becoming a shut-in Magic addict I present you with Phonogram Fan Fic


Water poured over the the pavement and filled the cracks, carrying scraps of a busmap floated by. Jeanine shivered, out of breath, the roller skates tied across her shoulders squeaked, water leaking through the ceiling of the enclosure. Grabbing her legs in close she ducked her head out of the enclosure, braving the cold rain for a peek at the darkness spread over the train tracks. Sliding back under the awning she stumbled momentarily, her high-heels catching one of the many cracks, her right hand clutching a cell-phone its screen dead and dark. With the last train gone, a 2:17 she would have to stay up all night, another 5 hours, before catching a train on a ride back home.


"I don't even like skating, why am I here." Clutching her bare arms Jeanine darted across the platform to an empty seat two feet away, "I've spent three minutes on the dance circle and thirty getting my shoes tied, I need outta here."

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I want to to more but I have to go to work and do homework still, because I'm a tard-bard.


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