tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47158109688713269842024-02-22T03:11:24.717-08:00the kid who you would like to hate on..the kid who you would like to hate on..http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772791711208603964noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4715810968871326984.post-49171926132871688282012-04-29T20:00:00.001-07:002012-04-29T20:00:49.347-07:00http://98.203.165.145:8000/listen.m3uthe kid who you would like to hate on..http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772791711208603964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4715810968871326984.post-1165215580656782222011-09-18T17:35:00.001-07:002011-09-18T17:35:23.251-07:00he had his set of ideals and aspirations just like any other would.<br />Lincoln that is. Ideas set on a much brighter horizon than blood stained clouds of a war tore adolescent country. Judgement and clouded closed minds of future thinkers can only twist the vine so far in the name of their good but yet still very ill intentions. <br /><br />Fear the most valuable tool in the weak spirited ones arsenal. History bleeds for the injustices bestowed in her ugly name. Times for the forgotten are in no need of revenge, that only puts chaos back in bed and at the side of the order and laws of nature which dawns the age of hope and prosperity.<br /><br />Back to the memory of a man who at his time did his best to give up a life he maybe cherished for the start of an unraveling of liberties robes for all to hold onto. A battle which still to this day wages on an on due the short comings of humanity and it's lust for race to the pinnacle of life's triangle.<br /><br /><br />~<{=+=}>~<br />the kid who you would like to hate on..http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772791711208603964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4715810968871326984.post-69324941194259159492011-08-16T18:56:00.001-07:002011-08-16T18:56:33.026-07:00Mid summers rabbleWords are only worth a bounty <br />Behind the cloth and velvet frank waits<br />The truth to be known is worthless in their eyes.<br /><br />Like a spike inside the tongues of <br />a salvo you hide. Hide from Ego that is killing all that is left.<br /><br />Hunting and gathering will gain nigh,<br />In the hindsight spilled out from the elders mouth.<br />Frank waited for an eternity which was really only 5 measly minutes.<br /><br />Spoiled eggs and dreams <br />are all that is left when everything is all said and done. Still said ego grows.<br /><br /> <br /><br /><br />~<{=+=}>~<br /><p class='blogpress_location'>Location:<a href='http://maps.google.com/maps?q=4th%20Ave%20S,Federal%20Way,United%20States%4047.333696%2C-122.328955&z=10'>4th Ave S,Federal Way,United States</a></p>the kid who you would like to hate on..http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772791711208603964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4715810968871326984.post-4611043224023206692010-11-25T22:24:00.001-08:002010-11-25T22:24:03.937-08:00a brave new world, one that lacks any sense of validation or street cred.. Like a baboon complaining amongst the heard of selfless abusers of the king's engrish. Keep your weapons clean and tongues sharp for one will never know when they'll be called upon to fight their founders wars.. Wars over the best seat in the lunch room. The coward drinks his milk under the careful watch of a rivals jealous fits of rage, rich mans problems in a poor world. Painting pictures is a petty fools game trying to escape a literal publishing of random thoughts stitched together in attempt to poke the bear.<br /><br /><br />~<{=+=}>~<br />the kid who you would like to hate on..http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772791711208603964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4715810968871326984.post-60639787137563187592010-09-21T20:41:00.001-07:002010-09-21T20:44:09.383-07:00Let the slumber sleep until..<br />Sitting in front of another zombie, Frank wondered helpless and afraid of the days ahead what lame uneventful task has he became involved with. The stench of lazy flesh pealing from the dead leather object of comfort which in time has became a replacement for the womb we so once cherished over all. Simple liberties are given up with each passing moment, while Jane and her sleepy complacent lover let it all transpire for the whiff and idea of cheese burger which's hormone and mind controlled tainted meat sits on the counter blossoming into a theory of freedom from it's rancid grip over their worker bee slash free radical progressive Ikea furnished lives.<br /><br />~<{=+=}>~<br /><br /><p class='blogpress_location'>Location:<a href='http://maps.google.com/maps?q=S%20230th%20St,Des%20Moines,United%20States%4047.396013%2C-122.320727&z=10'>S 230th St,Des Moines,United States</a></p>the kid who you would like to hate on..http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772791711208603964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4715810968871326984.post-30215486942311796762009-05-10T01:29:00.000-07:002009-05-10T01:30:02.117-07:00into the night, we are.the ship is sinking, and for the lack of better words..<br />it would be safe to say we were never looking for love.<br />on the shoreline the two of us sat watching it unfold like <br />a paper game to be played by a couple of middle school love-byrds.<br /><br />She told a tale of fairy-tale mystery, while he sold a <br />dream filled with hope and despair, only for a moving picture show <br />of what is.. to at a later said date to reveal this was always bullshit.<br /><br />History tells us that being years ahead will only get you so far.<br /><br />.......and that you can only hide behind these words for so long, <br />before any lack of proper grammar and courage comes around to <br />fight back.<br /><br />so to set sail unto the blackened seas without a plotted chart,<br />would leave us with a empty heart again.<br /><br />I alone am not enough, and you in the hands of those who do not care are never <br />a resolve. Such ah untimely distance is the reasonably answer for those<br />which seek none.<br /><br />Funny how the words of a simple term care strike like the lighting that lets the <br />fire burn, while the edge is a comfort you seek... and years ago to the day he was <br />already there and like the miles between they were only inches on the map.the kid who you would like to hate on..http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772791711208603964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4715810968871326984.post-24098260289752536742009-05-08T01:35:00.000-07:002009-05-08T01:37:39.593-07:00If only in tomorrow.Hate to find out after living a life with no regrets, that there is. <br /><br />Only to find I was a fool for my own demise. <br /><br />You were there, there the last time I was on a knee crying out for mercy, oh mercy me.<br /><br />Yes I was a fool for the games of the weak hearted.<br /><br />One can only wish that under the stars of tonite, you'll be sleeping in the arms that which are stronger than my own.<br /><br />With lost love's remorse, they weep for the empty glass.. For the empty leap's of faith.<br /><br />And I find funny these can't be my words, cause I'd never have the nerve to speak 'em. <br />the kid who you would like to hate on..http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772791711208603964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4715810968871326984.post-55370637980814349972009-04-27T08:24:00.001-07:002009-04-27T08:24:13.972-07:00Waking up somewhere elseWhere too start, with so many things falling apart at the seams. It becomes harder to think straight let alone find words to make sense of any of this. You see the abilty to go on with blind faith is like all of those empty " thank you's " and " good morning's " and heaven forbid let us not leave the best of them all... " I love you's ". So with that which has or has to be said, well shit nevermind lost my train if thought.<br /><br /><br />--//•<br />the kid who you would like to hate on..http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772791711208603964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4715810968871326984.post-16102134250343525742009-04-20T05:49:00.001-07:002009-04-20T05:49:54.235-07:00Inventing the wine.For the words that maybe better left on paper. And the night which we gave the last chance to breathe under water.<br /><br />Now typecasting in a role that is laughable at best. Counting the cars of a passing train like sheep right before this car wreck transports the dead into the living.<br /><br />With all of the sharks still chasing the smell of blood. You keep smiling while choking on your own tears.<br /><br />After times spent far away in spaces and places, this is still the same old game. The only difference now is the stench of desperation.<br /><br />So the child sat by the fire, with dreams of today were only here for yesterday. <br /><br /><br />--//•<br />the kid who you would like to hate on..http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772791711208603964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4715810968871326984.post-51379883088210543422009-04-19T01:51:00.001-07:002009-04-19T01:51:51.276-07:00The fire forLike the game laying wounded on the forest floor, how could a starving man justify this as a meal worth eating.<br /><br />Yet even when the hunt grows into a mound of bullshit set up by the lame man who had little to no standards.<br /><br />It was only a romatic dream shared for the slightest of time.. So bleed to death.<br /><br />Like the sounds of a beating drum this warmachine keeps on fleeting like the timid soliders who were fighting a war that was never their own.<br /><br />Bleed! Bleed to a death that will never be understood, for your debt must be paid. <br /><br /><br />--//•<br />the kid who you would like to hate on..http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772791711208603964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4715810968871326984.post-28649288897462246962009-04-16T16:28:00.001-07:002009-04-16T16:28:49.440-07:00Unto<br />The silence is growing like another monster that feeds on your well engineered plans.<br /><br />Pushing the dagger deeper, these are merely tools to be tossed aside at the first sign of recovery.<br /><br />Again all the words in the world can not help us from drowning in the desert.<br /><br />To take back the coma is only a compermise for the idle work of the demons at play.<br /><br />He has always been the honest hard working man the wolrd made him, yet still there is a need for more hellish trials.<br /><br />Now with the nest in a full on fury, the restless are still in search for a remedy, a <br />reprise..<br /><br />Hold on through the late nite bombing and the dawns early sound of gunfire, just suck it up they say.. We know how it is..<br /><br />With steadfast blame, wait for this storm to pass and die before the next winters pain resides.<br /><br />-- Post From My iPhone<br />the kid who you would like to hate on..http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772791711208603964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4715810968871326984.post-27424027215457389952009-03-31T15:31:00.000-07:002009-03-31T15:33:56.001-07:00Raise your hands before. Wash them when you are dead.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px; ">Let us get the facts right from the start<br />With all these hands tied and in the air<br />You have always been ready to pull the trigger.<br /><br />Simple sicence tells a tale of failure wrapped up in 1950 like mentality.<br /><br />With the white flag raised, you still held steady and took dead aim at easy target<br />Let me make sense where there is<br />None to be made<br /><br />Simply history wrote a story of pride<br />From the love they gave us.<br /><br />Let yourself tell the world he was wrong<br />For even trying. The party knows best.<br />One with Strong will can never be<br />Meant fit their mold<br /><br />Simple debate only left us a tale of lost<br />Love, a love that should've never been<br /></span>the kid who you would like to hate on..http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772791711208603964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4715810968871326984.post-33414846209226305972009-03-30T16:36:00.000-07:002009-03-30T16:37:16.607-07:00Making friends 4 enemies.<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Let's cut through all the red tape.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">and settle on making friends 4 enemies.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">It has been ten long years 4 this to see the light</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">with 7 spent wandering in the desert, drinking like it was the last drop.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">and a few more living by the sea trying like hell to dry up.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">this poor boy has found something worth saying again.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">they are guessing upon how giving into reality</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">sets one on a course for a third place finish.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">after the flames grew too warm in the kitchen.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Funny how being hellbent on destiny,</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">can provoke you to give up on your dreams and aspirations.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">let me shake out the mystery, and ponder </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">on about how i'll always end up being half the man </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">after this poor boy gives away the world.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Now again let us cut down the caution</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">and settle on making friends for enemies.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">As this story of hardship and goodtimes unfolds</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">like the dusty old pillow that we lay our pretty little heads on.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">they ask how now we can stop the bleeding so fast.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">and with the lack of proper training was it worth the weight.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">we can second guess until the cows come home</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">about the drive to never find what we really want.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">after all maybe life is better on the back burner.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">So I see no humor in fate,</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">and how the selfish need to follow the pack.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">even if it is seemingly the right thing to do.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">I guess a man who never takes a knee to the world,</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">shall always keep foolishly giving more than receiving.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">So step through the danger,</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">and settle on making friends for enemies.</p>the kid who you would like to hate on..http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772791711208603964noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4715810968871326984.post-19953585785893478162009-03-17T23:54:00.000-07:002009-03-18T00:10:36.013-07:00sorted details.well i guess it would be juvenile for me to sit down and write some bullshit <div>pop ass art song about us..</div><div> </div><div>And how the story has been told a hundred times over</div><div><br /></div><div>Funny how sitting here looking fifty feet up at what i thought was rock bottom,</div><div>and we have nobody to blame but ourselves, for all the the times we gave-up.</div><div><br /></div><div>So how can we bypass the cliches and get right to the point..</div><div>we are in no shape for loving or loneliness, but we still tried to stumble through the car wreck.</div><div><br /></div><div>And now even if the story is almost over</div><div><br /></div><div>Humor can be found in the second round you beat him to the finish-line,</div><div>and he has no one to blame but himself, for all the times he spent dreaming</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>the kid who you would like to hate on..http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772791711208603964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4715810968871326984.post-45424234812424783222009-03-12T17:45:00.000-07:002009-03-12T17:47:48.168-07:00these are the lyrics i/m working for this track i/m working on via..<div><br /></div>the kid who you would like to hate on..http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772791711208603964noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4715810968871326984.post-29619542111103363372008-07-08T20:58:00.001-07:002008-07-08T21:00:29.835-07:00weelllthe kid who you would like to hate on..http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772791711208603964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4715810968871326984.post-47267040640497607452008-07-08T20:53:00.000-07:002008-07-08T20:57:09.232-07:00test test truckers 2the kid who you would like to hate on..http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772791711208603964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4715810968871326984.post-21017901109287403902008-07-08T20:48:00.000-07:002008-07-08T20:51:15.859-07:00test test truckers<object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" <br /> codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=7,0,0,0" <br /> id="xspf_player" align="middle" height="170" width="400"><br /> <param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain"/><br /> <param name="quality" value="high"/><br /> <param name="bgcolor" value="#ffffff"/><br /> <param name="movie" value="http://www.archive.org/audio/xspf_player.swf?autoload=true&playlist_url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.archive.org%2Faudio%2Fxspf-maker.php%3Fidentifier%3DInfaFuetcah%26playlist%3Dhttp%253A%252F%252Fwww.archive.org%252Fdownload%252FInfaFuetcah%252Fformat%253DVBR%2BM3U"/><br /> <br /></object>the kid who you would like to hate on..http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772791711208603964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4715810968871326984.post-6996271491531256322008-03-23T12:21:00.001-07:002008-03-23T12:23:30.299-07:00Today.I'm going to hopefully have this site stream my longer mp3's.the kid who you would like to hate on..http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772791711208603964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4715810968871326984.post-3416907809199394652006-12-13T17:08:00.000-08:002006-12-13T17:09:56.249-08:00...so i don't have the time right now.. but let this be my first blog on this site.the kid who you would like to hate on..http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772791711208603964noreply@blogger.com0