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all the world's a stage.

tomorrow ill be you

About Me

Sup?My name is Matt. I love playing hockey. I love fly-fishing in northern Maine. I love watching hockey. I love going to concerts. Music is one of the most important things to me. When a band comes a long that I really like, I tend to believe in the band, and devote my life to their beliefs. Music has saved my life, and changed my life. I can't play a lick of it, but oh well. There are so many songs that I can connect with, it's nuts. I love my friends more than anything. I love my family. I love making people laugh; doesn't happen often though.I hate uptight people. I hate people who hate me. I hate people who do things for attention, and only for attention. I hate people who are miserable and accept it. I hate people who drink and do drugs (and if you do it, you're probably not going to be my friend any longer). I hate people who live to party. I hate rich people who gate land in Maine, who aren't from Maine. I hate people who break fishing and hunting laws. I hate people who sell out. I hate people who change. I hate rap.That's about all.
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My Interests

Music:


SAOSIN.

JIMMY EAT WORLD.

TOOL.

THURSDAY.

SENSES FAIL.

MADINA LAKE.
BREAKING BENJAMIN.
CHIODOS.

Movies:

Dodgeball, Anchorman, Orange County, Road Trip, Harold and Kumar go to White Castle...just a few of my favorites

Television:

the thrashers/red sox..basically sports & occasionally fuse.

Heroes:

Trent Reznor
Maynard James Keenan
Marian Hossa
Jordan Smith
Richard McSorely

My Blog

Jam: Tearing The Borders Down

I'm tearing the borders downThe only way I know howDon't you think that this is twisted?How could you let this exist?This power struggle full of tearsScreaming ringing in my earsI'm tearing the border...
Posted by all the world's a stage. on Mon, 31 Dec 2007 10:19:00 PST

Poem, I suppose. No title.

This is more of a poem. It's about the most amazing girl I've ever met. I just wanted to write this, for whatever reason. And I want her to know how much she means to me. You looked at me through cyb...
Posted by all the world's a stage. on Thu, 20 Dec 2007 11:40:00 PST

Sawng: The Abortionist

Literally cranked this out in 5 minutes. I had the abortionist idea the other day leaving Tony's Donuts, so I figured I'd make a quick thing about it.   Well, you're the abortionist(You're the ab...
Posted by all the world's a stage. on Wed, 12 Dec 2007 09:14:00 PST

Dying Just To Survive

This song is old. I wrote it in study hall one night when I was bored. Yep. Read into it what you want; if you read it at all.I see you emerge from the alleyEyes still red from a job well doneYou don'...
Posted by all the world's a stage. on Tue, 16 Oct 2007 10:19:00 PST

Song: Baby, This Is Regret

I told you I'd write another song. So I did. It's still bad though...I like the one about skeletons a couple blogs ago the best. Well the clock's struck midnight again Years removed and I still rememb...
Posted by all the world's a stage. on Mon, 25 Jun 2007 09:41:00 PST

Song: Swallowing Scalpels

This is a really bad song. It doesn't flow well or anything, but it's the lyrical content that's important. I wrote this for someone. Talk about regrets. I feel like writing another song about them ri...
Posted by all the world's a stage. on Mon, 25 Jun 2007 09:16:00 PST

Song: They Can't Find Us, And Neither Can We

This is a neat one. This is about the same person Aripiprazole was about, but it's a much nicer look at the person. It examines the relationship, and falling apart, and how we were doomed from the sta...
Posted by all the world's a stage. on Tue, 05 Jun 2007 09:48:00 PST

Southeast Division Champs.

It's late at night and I wanted to reflect on what's happened over the past week. This blog is surprisingly personal about something not personal at all. Over the last week, a couple huge things have...
Posted by all the world's a stage. on Sun, 08 Apr 2007 09:59:00 PST

Song: Aripiprazole

Hahaha wooo! This one is really fun. I like the title. I like the song. Try guessing who it's about..you're probably right.   You hold the knifeTo your throatThreatening my lifeOh, here we goWell...
Posted by all the world's a stage. on Thu, 29 Mar 2007 04:31:00 PST

Disenchanted.

  It was quiet. There were no people here. There was just darkness, with an occasional light piercing the sky in the form of a shooting star or a comet. The shooting stars would litter the sky li...
Posted by all the world's a stage. on Wed, 21 Mar 2007 08:22:00 PST