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About Me

The reasonable man adapts to the world.
The unreasonable man expects the world to adapt to him.
Therefore all progress is made by unreasonable men.
- George Bernard Shaw
in my spare time, i like to waste time.
*places soapbox down*
brief synopsis goes here. but how brief? obviously, we can't have some long diatribe of nothing worthwhile, no one will read. odds are, no one will read THIS short, flaccid "About Me" as is. yeah, cause those of you out there who are truly able to summarize themselves in less than a paragraph are validated in the "furrowed brows" aimed towards me. your characters are quite discernible from everyone else.
*hands cookie, tussles hair*
god, my teenage "fuck everyone, no one understands me" pseudo-angst, melodrama bullshit is damn near palpable. im so deep that living in and of itself is a constant climb. psshh. yea right, and everyone wants to be my friend. what an over inflated sense of self worth i wear as a padded helmet of retardation.
i digress. cant have this too short to presume vapidity on my behalf. so, hope you enjoyed the filler. mmmm. filler. now, how about encouraging words of wisdom?
"you were born free, got fucked outta half of it & now wave a flag celebratng it."
- doug stanhope
so, be wary of paper walls and surrounding yourself with flimsy foundations
because when they burn, the snowflake ash will leave nothing but...
foolish pride, then give way to regret
have i said enough?i dont think ill ever be able to say enough
doesnt really matter to those who arent listening
to be truly happy, a man must live absolutely in the present; no thought of what's come before, no thought of what lies ahead.
Lack Of A Voice

My Interests

LAWLS ROFLSAUCE

jello biafra - die for oil, suckers

I'd like to meet:

who would i like to meet? genuine question. how about myself in 30 years...see if its all worth it

RESPECT

"we certainly showed those afgani's for what those saudi's did. but hey...cant shit where you eat, ya know?"
-marc maron

Music:

William Congreve once said, "Music hath charms to soothe the savage breast, To soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak." But what happens when the music stops? The deafening sound of nothing?

What is music's worth these day$?

Movies:

im pro reading(thats a double pun)

Television:

Any convert, whether he goes from comunist to capitalist or 6 packs a day to smoke free... ends up condeming his former practices. Because those beliefs didnt work for him, they can't work for anybody. H is vision becomes narrow, blinded by the light. Whether he's transformed into a Hindu or joins A.A., he becomes a fanatic. If you ask me, it's the fanatics that fuck up the world. It's the fanatics who think they have God on their side; the rest of us, we don't need divine light. In the dark of night, all we want is enough light so that we don't stub our toe on the way to the toilet.

Books:

im beginning to run low on things to say. too many people these days speak, but i hear nothing of value being said. im through listening...im through talking...in turn, im just though

Heroes:

I like to party fucking hard. I like my rock and roll the same. Don't give a fuck if I burn out, Don't give a fuck if I fade away. So back to the Motor-League with me. Before I'm forced to face the wrath of a well-heeled buying public. Who live vicariously through Tortured-artist college-rock and floor-punching macho pabulum. Back to the Motor League I go. Once thought I drew a lucky hand Turned out to be a live grenade.Oh my god! Holy shit!Play-acting "anarchists" and Mommy's-little-skinheads, Death-threats and sycophants and wieners drunk on straight-edge. Fuck off Who cares? I'd rather highlight Trip-Tiks than listen to your bullshit. Fuck off Who cares- about your stupid scenes, your shitty zines, the straw-men you build up to burn?It never ceases to amaze. And as I'm suffering your perfection it reminds me of my own race. To redress my own sad history of: Mouthed feet
Eaten hats
Teated bulls
Amish phone-books
Drunken brawls
But what have we here? 15 years later it still reeks of swill and Chickenshit Conformists. With their fists in the air, Like-father, like-son "rebels" bloated on korn, eminems and bizkits. Lord, hear our prayer: Take back your Amy Grant mosh-crews and fair-weather politics. Blow-dry my hair and stick me on a ten-speed. Back to the Motor League.I guess life is just a popularity contest. Success, the ability to perform within a framework of obedience. Just ask the candy-coated Joy-Cam rock-bands, selling shoes for venture-capitalists, silencing competing messages, Rounding off the jagged edges.

My Blog

traditions are nothing more than dead peoples baggage...start your own

0521081122so im at worklistening to dane cook's vicious circlei saw the video oncedidnt too much care for itjust wasnt that funny to meit has its moments, but as a wholemehso i downloaded it and decid...
Posted by joe ska on Fri, 23 May 2008 09:45:00 PST

diagnosis: i share too much (nummers)

may 07, 200810:14 amtheres nothing quite like the feelingof being totally and completelyself-awaremostly, in the sense of things you do without thinkinghow you act around othersetcfor example, ive com...
Posted by joe ska on Sat, 10 May 2008 07:45:00 PST

holy genuflecting deity, batman

04/29/089:16AM"every religion in the world believes that every other religion is superstition. and they're all correct."- bob avakian9:42for far too longi, personally, have been plaguedby something he...
Posted by joe ska on Wed, 30 Apr 2008 12:21:00 PST

staring into the sun

why do i bother sharing thoughts with the world?i know whyto feel that living, in itself, is validation for being alivequite the conundrumnot really, thoughbecauseim the only one whom holds these asan...
Posted by joe ska on Sat, 05 Apr 2008 12:00:00 PST

the guardians of light holding the candle at the wick; this means war

3/27/0810:39beginning to see things thatarent therekinda likesynoptic imagery flashesreal quickflashessharp stabsflasheskaleidoscopic visiontwistingand contortingslasheshead hurtsall the while thismel...
Posted by joe ska on Fri, 28 Mar 2008 06:54:00 PST

zombies in gray suits

march25-20081017i have transcended to a place beyond sleepbeyond waking;nothing is reallife is just a gametired of playing gamesto be laughed atlaughter fills my gut when it tries to remainsincerein m...
Posted by joe ska on Wed, 26 Mar 2008 08:22:00 PST

a viel of dreams cannot contain

i am so tiredtired of it allfor some awkward reason, i keep a log of lifebeginning from the age 19i read, stumbled upon, words i had writtensome 3 years agoand laughter filled my bellyfor i am no clos...
Posted by joe ska on Mon, 24 Mar 2008 08:52:00 PST

self-reticent restrictions

self-reticent restrictions (& the ghost-harbored hatred of one's own indifference)the weariness comes with the wakingit always doesinstinct so badly wishes to, just once, conquer; to be victorious ove...
Posted by joe ska on Wed, 12 Mar 2008 09:52:00 PST

the inevitable enmity

the inevitable enmity (which stifles smiles & slays seredipity)"only fools cash in on the misfortunes of others. only fools use privilege to cover their greed. no matter how bad it gets, we have to ma...
Posted by joe ska on Mon, 21 Jan 2008 04:48:00 PST

im pedaling backwards this

a new year approachesbut it doesnt feel any differentthe new year celebration is supposed to be cathartic;making resolutions to initiate changeresolutions to follow through with resolutionsand so onfa...
Posted by joe ska on Mon, 31 Dec 2007 06:49:00 PST