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BOX [B.O.D.C]

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About Me

One minute is enough, a person has to work hard for it, but a minute of perfection is worth the effort. A moment is the most you could ever expect from perfection.
On a large enough time line, the survival rate for everyone will drop to zero. This is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time It's only after you've lost everything that you're free to do anything.
The people who used to sit in the bathroom with pornography, now they sit in the bathroom with their IKEA furniture catalogue. You buy furniture. You tell yourself, this is the last sofa I will ever need in my life. Buy the sofa, then for a couple years you're satisfied that no matter what goes wrong, at least you've got your sofa issue handled. Then the right set of dishes. Then the perfect bed. The drapes. The rug. Then you're trapped in your lovely nest, and the things you used to own, now they own you. If you don't know what you want, you end up with a lot you don't.
The gyms you go to are crowded with guys trying to look like men, as if being a man means looking the way a sculptor or an art director says. Maybe self-improvement isn't the answer.... Maybe self-destruction is the answer. You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake. You are the same decaying organic matter as everyone else, and we are all part of the same compost pile. you're not how much money you've got in the bank. You're not your job. You're not your family, and you're not who you tell yourself. You're not your name. You're not your problems. You're not your age. You are not your hopes.
We don't have a great war in our generation, or a great depression, but we do, we have a great war of the spirit. We have a great revolution against the culture. The great depression is our lives. We have a spiritual depression.
Nothing is solved when the fight is over, but nothing matters.
This is freedom. Losing all hope is freedom. May I never be complete. May I never be content. May I never be perfect. Deliver me from being perfect and complete.
For thousands of years, human beings has screwed up and trashed and crapped on this planet, and now history expectes me to clean up after everyone. I have to wash out and flatten my soup cans. And account for every drop of used motor oil. And I have to foot the bill for nuclear waste and buried gasoline tanks and land filled toxic sludge dumped a generation before I was born.
I want to burn the Louvre. I'd do the Elgin Marbles with a sledgehammer and wipe my ass with the Mona Lisa. This is my world, now. This is my world, my world, and those ancient people are dead. I want to blast the world free of history.... picture yourself planting radishes and seed potatoes on the fifteenth green of a forgotten golf course. You'll hunt elk through the damp canyon forests around the ruins of new york, and dig clams next to the skeleton of the Space Needle leaning at a forty-five degree angle. We'll paint the skyscrapers with huge totem faces and goblin tikis, and every evening what's left of mankind will retreat to empty zoos and lock itself in cages as protection against the bears and big cats and wolves that pace and watch us from outside the cage bars at night. Recycling and speed limits are bullshit they're like someone who quits smoking on his deathbed. Imagine stalking elk past department store windows and stinking racks of beautiful rotting dresses and tuxedos on hangers; you'll wear leather clothes that will last you the rest of your life, and you'll climb the wrist-thick kudzu vines that wrap the Sears Tower. Jack and the beanstalk, you'll climb up through the dripping forest canopy and the air will be so clean you'll see tiny figures pounding corn and laying strips of venison to dry in the empty car pool lane of an abandoned superhighway stretching eight-lanes-wide and August-hot for a thousand miles.
I see the strongest and the smartest men who have ever lived... and these men are pumping gas and waiting tables. All a gun does is focus an explosion in one direction. You have a class of young strong men and women, and they want to give their lives to something. Advertising has these people chasing cars and clothes they don't need. Generations have been working in jobs they hate, just so they can buy what they don't really need. We have to show these men and women freedom by enslaving them, and show them courage by frightening them.
I am the all-singing, all-dancing crap of this world.... I am the toxic waste by-product of God's creation.
I've met God across his long walnut desk with his diplomas hanging on the wall behind him, and God asks me, "Why?" Why did I cause so much pain? Didn't I realize that each of us is a sacred, unique snowflake of special unique specialness? Can't I see how we're all manifestations of love? I look at God behind his desk, taking notes on a pad, but God's got this all wrong. We are not special. We are not crap or trash, either. We just are. We just are, and what happens just happens. And God says, "No, that's not right." Yeah. Well. Whatever. You can't teach God anything.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:


^^ tani is better than you ^^

Music:

999
3 inches of blood
46 short

a global threat
a new found glory
a thorn for every heart
A.F.I.
A.I.D.S.
aborted
abstract rude
aceyalone
action
afrika bambaataa
against me!
age of ruin
alkaline trio
all american rejects
all natural
all shall perish
all that remains
alleged
allegiance
alternative TV
amber pacific
american distress
angles and airwaves
animosity
anomaly
anti-flag
antipop-consortium
armor for sleep
as blood runs black
as i lay dying
atmosphere
atreyu
aus-rotten
avenged sevenfold

bad religion
bedouin soundclash
beyond
big D and the kids table
big l
bill hicks
billy connolly
billy idol
black dahlia murder
black moon
blackalicious
bleed the dream
bleeding through
blessed by a broken heart
blink 182
blood for blood
boom bip
boxcar racer
boys night out
brazil
break even
bring me the horizion
brother ali
bullet for my valentine

C.O.R.E.
cannibal corpse
casey jones
celtic bones
cheap sex
chemical brothers
choking victim
chronic future
chumbawamba
cinematic sunrise
clit 45
coalesce
code
coheed and cambria
comeback kid
converge
cradle of filth
crotchduster
cry murder

danger doom
darkest hour
dashboard confessional
de la soul
dead to fall
death by stereo
death from above 1979
deep puddle dynamics
def squad
defiance
del tha funkee homosapien
descendents
despised icon
diecast
dizzee rascal
DJ abilities
DJ vadium
donots
dope
down to earth approach
dragonforce
dropkick murphys
early november
eighteen visions
emery
evergeen terrace
exploited
eyedea

fall out boy
fear before the march of flames
finch
flogging molly
forgotten
forgotten rebels
from autumn to ashes
fuck...im dead
funeral for a friend

G.B.H.
gang green
gatsby's american dream
ghost face killah
glasseater
go better go
gob
gogol bordello
goldfinger
good charlotte
good clean fun
gorillaz
grade
great big sea
greely estates
greenday
guttermouth
gym class heros
GZA

halifax
hatebreed
hazen street
headshots
her nightmare
hidden in plain view
hopesfall
hot water music
i killed the prom queen
ice cube
in flames
INDK
infest
inspectah deck
it dies today

j dilla
jade
jamison parker
jeff baraka
jello biafra
jersey
jeru the damaja
job for a cowboy
joe stummer
jurassic 5
justin sane

kakistocracy
kanser
KRS-one
lamb of god
lars fredericksen and the bastards
lawrence arms
left alone
leftover crack
letter kills
lighting bolt
lightweight holiday
living legends
luckyiam.PSC
lunachicks
lunchbox
mae
mahones
man or astro man
mastakilla
maxeen
me first and the gimme gimmes
Mêlée
metal mike
methadones
method man
MF doom
MF grimm
micranots
midtown
mike patton
millencolin
mindsnare
minor threat
mnemic
modey lemon
molemen
moneen
morning glory
motion city soundtrack
mr bungle
mr. dibbs
municipal waste
MXPX
my chemical romance

name taken
neer miss
new wave hookers
no ca$h
no commercial value
no use for a name
noam chomsky
NoFx
noise ratchet
non-prophets

oddjobs
ol' dirty bastard
one man army
one way system
onyx
operation ivy
operator please
opus

pantera
parkway drive
pennywise
pepper
piebald
pipedown
plain white T's
poison
prime
primus
prodigy
pseudo heros
pully

R.E.M.
rage against the machine
rancid
reagan youth
reanimator
redman
reel big fish
relient k
rhymsayers
rise against
riverboat gamblers
roadrunner united
roses are red
ross noble
rufio
RZA

sage francis
saves the day
serum & induce
shahita nurallah
sham 69
silverstein
slug
so they say
social distortion
sole
something corporate
starting line
steve vai
stockyard stoics
street dogs
strike anywhere
strung out
stutter fly
sugarcult
suicide silence
sum 41
sun god
system of a down

taking back sunday
team spider
terminally, your aborted ghost
terror
thawfor
the academy is...
the agony scene
the ataris
the bled
the bloody irish boys
the bouncing souls
the briggs
the casualties
the cure
the day everything became nothing
the distillers
the dynospectrum
the frisk
the F-ups
the game
the havoc
the knox
the matches
the mighty might bosstones
the misfits
the offspring
the orphanage
the phenomenauts
the planets
the pouges
the proles
the real mckenzies
the streets
the transplants
the unseen
the used
the varukers
the virus nine
the voids
the warriors
thought roit
thrice
through the eyes of the dead
throw rag
throwdown
thursday
tim armstong
total chaos
tribe unique
trife da god
tsunami bomb

U.S. bombs
ugly duckling
U-god
ultramagnetic MCs
underminded
underoath
unearth
unknown prophets
urban waste

vakill

what ever it takes
whiskey rebels
william shatner
wu-tang

zao

Books:



its a punk thing you wouldn't get it

Heroes:


bill hicks

jello biafra

doug stanhope

henry rollins
scott "stza" sturgeon
^this guy^

My Blog

aug / 31 / 2008

It has been reported that some victims of rape, during the act, would retreat into a fantasy world from which they could not WAKE UP. In this catatonic state, the victim lived in a world just like t...
Posted by BOX [B.O.D.C] on Sun, 31 Aug 2008 01:07:00 PST

saturday 19 july 12:52

I will never say the things that I want to say to you. I know the damage it would do. I love you more than I hate my loneliness and pain
Posted by BOX [B.O.D.C] on Sat, 19 Jul 2008 09:53:00 PST

i give up

im not waiting anymore
Posted by BOX [B.O.D.C] on Thu, 17 Jul 2008 11:26:00 PST

06/06/2008

i walk away from the skyscrapers, through trashy residential areas, past barking dogs, chain link fence, through the stench of dumpsters behind cheap restaurants, out of the city, slums, projects, sub...
Posted by BOX [B.O.D.C] on Fri, 06 Jun 2008 05:32:00 PST

reality asylm

I am no feeble Christ, not me He hangs in glib delight upon his cross, upon his cross, Above my body, lowly me Christ forgive, forgive? Holy He, He holy, He holy? Shit He forgives, Forgive? Forgive? I...
Posted by BOX [B.O.D.C] on Sun, 25 May 2008 05:06:00 PST

im holding your head like hamlet holds yorick, but your on your knees with a gun in your mouth

you have heard the saying those who don't study history are doomed to repeat it? yeah well i was thinking that maybe we should tear up all the history books and a few drug crazed nights from now, we'l...
Posted by BOX [B.O.D.C] on Tue, 13 May 2008 01:38:00 PST

18 march 2008

Somewhere someone is thinking of you. Someone is calling you an angel. This person is using celestial colors to paint your image. Someone is making you into a vision so beautiful that it can only live...
Posted by BOX [B.O.D.C] on Tue, 18 Mar 2008 06:12:00 PST