Coward.

i bought pearl jam socks last night.

I CANT SEE ANYTHING AT ALL, ALL I SEE IS ME.
THAT'S CLEAR ENOUGH, AND THAT'S WHATS IMPORTANT,
TO SEE ME. MY EYES CAN FOCUS, MY BRAIN IS TALKING,
LOOKS PRETTY GOOD TO ME. MY HEAD'S ON STRAIGHT,
MY GIRLFRIEND'S BEAUTIFUL, LOOKS PRETTY GOOD TO ME.
SOMETIMES I SPEAK,
TONIGHT THERE'S NOTHING TO SAY.
SOMETIMES WE FREAK,
AND LAUGH ALL DAY.
HOLD THESE PAGES UP TO THE LIGHT
SEE THE JACKNIFE INSIDE OF THE DREAM
A RAILROAD RUNS THROUGH THE RECORD STORES AT NIGHT
COMING IN FOR THE DEEP FREEZE
MARY: A SIMPLE WORD, ARE YOU THERE IN THE COUNTRY?
YR EYES SO FULL, YR HEAD SO TIGHT, CAN'T YOU HEAR ME?
REMEMBER OUR TALK, THAT DAY ON THE PHONE?
I WAS THE DOOR, AND YOU WERE THE STATION
WITH SHATERED GLASS AND MILES BETWEEN US
WE STILL FLEW AWAY IN THE CONVERSATION
MY CUP IS FULL, AND I FEEL OKAY
THE WORLD IS DULL, BUT NOT TODAY
SHE THINKS SHE'S A GODDESS
SHE SAYS SHE TALKS TO THE SPIRITS
I WONDER IF SHE CAN TALK TO HERSELF?
IF SHE CAN BEAR TO HEAR IT
THIS IS ERIC'S TRIP
WE'VE ALL COME TO WATCH HIM SLIP
HE'S SLIPPING ALL THE WAY TO TEXAS
CAN YOU DIG IT?
(ERIC SAYS "THE SKY IS BLUE...")
I SEE WITH A GLASS EYE, THE PAVEMENT VIEW. A SHADOW FORMING,
ACROSS FIELDS RUSHING, THRU ME TO YOU. WE TORE DOWN THE WORLD,
AND PUT UP FOUR WALLS, I BREATHE IN THE MYTH. I'M OVER THE CITY,
FUCKING THE FUTURE, I'M HIGH AND INSIDE YR KISS.
WE CAN'T SEE CLEAR,
BUT WHAT WE SEE IS ALRIGHT
WE MAKE UP WHAT WE CANT HEAR,
AND THEN WE SING ALL NIGHT
SKATTERED PAGES AND SHATTERED LIGHTS
A JACKNIFE AND A DREAM
THERE'S SOMETHING MOVING OVER THERE ON THE RIGHT
LIKE NOTHING I'VE EVER SEEN.

I need to vent.

I thought about starting a thread for this but that would be really stupid, actually. And I don't want to go into a lot of specifics either. Sharing too much, being too open and trusting with people, is what caused this whole situation in the first place. Well, not for me, but for someone else that I'm very close to.

I'm so pissed right now.

Have you ever been in a situation where someone that's important to you is basically being bullied or harassed by someone else?

What do you do? They're an adult and they should be able to take care of it on their own, right?

The worst part is, it's harassment that they kind of brought upon themselves (not that they deserved it!) and it's almost... almost justifiable if you saw it from the point of view of the person who's dishing it out. It's probably the sort of insensitive ribbing that I've given to other people before... I'm not perfect and have probably done shit like this to other people in the past, though I hope that I've grown up enough to get over that.

And, it's not quite bad enough yet for me to justify confronting that person who's doing the harassing. That hasn't stopped me from sort of obsessing about it over the past few hours and letting it get me all worked up. I can't help but play every possible scenario over and over in my head and try to think of all the ways I want to try to intimidate this person (within reason) and make them understand that this shit has to stop. I haven't been in a real fight before and usually that's where these scenarios in my head usually end up, and in reality that would be a disaster in a multitude of ways.

I need to accept that there is nothing that I can do right now, nor anything that I should do. But that's really hard. I need coping strategies and wisdom. Or I need someone else to go rough this person up for me. I don't know.

I guess I'm just hoping that venting this frustration now will help me get over it, and that the situation will work itself out in the next week or two.

But I just don't know...

FALLING OUTTA SLEEP I HIT THE FLOOR
PULL ON SOME ROCK-T AND I'M OUT WITH THE DOOR
FROM BOWERY TO BROOME TO GREENE
I'M A WALKING LIZARD
LAST NIGHT'S DREAM WAS A TALKING BABY WIZARD
ALL COMING FROM FEMALE IMAGINATION
DAYDREAMING DAYS IN A DAYDREAM NATION
SMASHED UP AGAINST A CAR AT 3 A.M.
KIDS DRESSED UP FOR BASKETBALL
BEAT ME IN MY HEAD
THERE'S BUM TRASH IN THE HALL AND MY PLACE IS RIPPED
I TOTALLED ANOTHER AMP - I'M CALLING IN SICK
IT'S AN ANTHEM IN A VACUUM ON A HYPERSTATION
DAYDREAMING DAYS IN A DAYDREAM NATION

The Guy Rules state that if you're "insensitively ribbing" someone you're open to getting ribbed back by anyone in the room. Pick any relevant or irrelevant flaw in the harrasser & let fly yourself and maybe the harrassee'll pick it up and take over.

That would be a great idea but it's someone I don't even know. I only know, based on what I've been told about him, is that he's an arrogant little prick. A 30 year old restaurant manager who loves to flirt with all his female employees. And naturally, that's a culture where half of the girls working in it probably just accept it (and sometimes love it) and would also love to gang up on anyone who would take offense against it.

But there I go going into specifics like I said I wasn't going to.

It's cool dude. Let me know if you need any help.

cute dog



btw..why are people hijackin on solace?

I think they must be gay for him.

ok...i thought i missed some crazy cunning thread exchange on the matter.


continue

This's in a kitchen & you can't get someone to "accidentally" cut or poison the guy? Whatta buncha pussies. Slip one of the guys on the line $50 to send the guy home with a Worker's Comp case.

Freddie is gettin all hot for Frog Cock.

Big Robot Hands...

http://www.soundopinions.com/forum/index.p...619&#entry92619

Roadrunner, roadrunner
Going faster miles an hour
Gonna drive past the Stop 'n' Shop
With the radio on
I'm in love with Massachusetts
And the neon when it's cold outside
And the highway when it's late at night
Got the radio on
I'm like the roadrunner


Alright
I'm in love with modern moonlight
128 when it's dark outside
I'm in love with Massachusetts
I'm in love with the radio on
It helps me from being alone late at night
It helps me from being lonely late at night
I don't feel so bad now in the car
Don't feel so alone, got the radio on
Like the roadrunner
That's right


Said welcome to the spirit of 1956
Patient in the bushes next to '57
The highway is your girlfriend as you go by quick
Suburban trees, suburban speed
And it smells like heaven(thunder)
And I say roadrunner once
Roadrunner twice
I'm in love with rock & roll and I'll be out all night
Roadrunner
That's right


Well now
Roadrunner, roadrunner
Going faster miles an hour
Gonna drive to the Stop 'n' Shop
With the radio on at night
And me in love with modern moonlight
Me in love with modern rock & roll
Modern girls and modern rock & roll
Don't feel so alone, got the radio on
Like the roadrunner
O.K., now you sing Modern Lovers


(Radio On!)
I got the AM
(Radio On!)
Got the car, got the AM
(Radio On!)
Got the AM sound, got the
(Radio On!)
Got the rockin' modern neon sound
(Radio On!)
I got the car from Massachusetts, got the
(Radio On!)
I got the power of Massachusetts when it's late at night
(Radio On!)
I got the modern sounds of modern Massachusetts
I've got the world, got the turnpike, got the
I've got the, got the power of the AM
Got the, late at night, (?), rock & roll late at night
The factories and the auto signs got the power of modern sounds
Alright


Right, bye bye!

Did he try to touch you in an inappropriate place?

Yea, how old is that line?

Yeah that line is up there with the "mile high club"

Now Little Johnny Jewel,
Oh, he's so cool,
He has no decision,
He's just trying to tell a vision.
Some thought that this was sad,
And others thought it mad,
They just scratching the surface,
JJ can do the floor kiss.
Was he on display?
No, no, not today.
All that guy ever said,
He said, "I want my little wing-head".
He half-asleep at night
Over his head, sensation of flight.
And he wake up dreaming,
Dreaming...
And he run down to the airport,
The rush, the roar,
And he crouched down behind a fence,
With a chest full of lights,
Then,
He loses his senses...

Oh Little Johnny Jewel,
He's so cool,
But if you see him looking lost
You ain't gotta come on so boss!
And you know that he's paid,
You know that he's paid the price,
All you gotta do for that guy
Is wink your eye.

Richard Lloyd interview:

Q: Lets talk about Television. The original lineup was you, Billy Ficca, Richard Hell, and Tom Verlaine. How did you guys all meet up to form the band?

RL: I was living downtown in Chinatown with this guy who worked for Andy Warhol...


Q: Terry Ork?

RL: Terry Ork. I had been playing guitar for a number of years. I never played with anybody. I wasn't the kind of guy who ran around playing with everyone on the planet. So, one day Terry says "I know another guy who does what you do" and I said "What do I do?" He said "Well, you play guitar." So I went down to see Verlaine play. So Tom played these three songs. Instantly, watching this fellow, I just knew something was going to happen. Richard Hell was his manager, and we convinced him to learn the bass. In came Ficca, who had been a drummer in some blues band from Chicago. Terry Ork offered us rehearsal space in his loft, and even offered to buy us the necessary equipment. It was an offer Tom couldn't refuse. So we started the group. We called ourselves GooGoo for three weeks, then we all went our separate ways to find a name. Richard Hell came up with Television. Tom liked it because TV was his initials. We were more like the Sex Pistols back then, in a way...


Q: ...Before the Pistols were even around.

RL: Well, the Sex Pistols were the band modeled after the image of Television, and the musicality of the Ramones. All done very consciously, of course, by a guy who wanted to manage Television, and who was told "No."


Q: [Malcolm] McLaren wanted to manage Television?

RL: McLaren wanted to manage Television. He was managing the New York Dolls, who at the time were in a slump. He had them dressed in red leather, patent leather, with a communist flag in the backdrop. We did a co-bill for one week in Manhattan. Some dive. Malcolm fell in love with Television, and wanted to manage us. When he was turned down, he went back to England and used the image that he had gotten from us, from Richard Hell, and started marketing the image in his wife's clothing shop. Ripped clothing. The safety pins, the stitches, which was Richard Hell's idea! So then they got some kids together, and he got the wild idea of "It doesn't matter if they can play or not. The excitement is there." So anyways, that's where the Sex Pistols came from. In fact, irrespective of what others may say, any media, that's completely from the horse's mouth.

the whole thing

lostlostlostlostlostlostlostlostlostlostlostlostlostlostlostlostlostlostlostlostlost

GRRRRRRRRRREAT!!

Is that referring to the finale or to the Cubs?

Fuck LOST. We have HOUSE!

cigarette cigarette cigarette cigarette

That would be good, too, but I think we're having hot dogs tonight.

Big Curds & the Whey

I have cramps and I'm grouchy. Give me sympathy

Mmm, so full, my mom made this really cool chicken parmesan thing. Now I'm sitting here barely able to move and trying to figure out what music I should listen to.

I don't have any.


Diet Mountain Dew Code Red = mankinds greatest invention.

In my experience any diet mountain dew = good stuff. I dunno what you had, maybe that Black shit. That shit sucks ass!


It's not there, update your forkin' Soulseek nigga!

Maybe I'm accidentally looking at Raj's or something, because I see like Johnny Boy and whatever, Booka Shade lol

The The Sea & Cake-Like Young MC Hammerfall

Vince Neil Young Jeezy

= ?

Ha! i had never once thought of that...Oh King...

Actually my avatar is a painting called "John Hancock Prepares to Assume Human Form". i like the title of the painting more than the actual piece. i don't remember who painted them because im drunk. But here are some more of his/her works...









kinda creepy when you look at all of them...

that's pretty sweet..bless you father

Board is dead today. Ugh.

So? Just look at that Asian girl thing Priest put up...Enough for at least an hour of fun!

Intentional?

Of course.