Cena's Push:

"They say that I went straight from 'Hardcore' to 'Lazy
'But chicks buy my t-shirts and children still praise me
So knock my performance, it don't really matter
They buy up my shit and my wallet gets fatter
I really don't care what the fans have to say,
I'm too busy throwin' out "poopie" and "gay"
And I can't tell the difference between boos and cheers
I ain't even been thuggish in two or three years
I still have a ChainGang, but don't wear the chain
(It's just one of those things that we never explain)
I call myself "real" but I suck like a Hoover;
My F-U's a bitchin' tight weaksauce meaneuver
So don't act like I ought to care what you think
'Cause I'm rollin' in green; I'm so rich that I stink
No matter your income, I'm wealthier far more;
You got it all backwards, dog, I'm "Lazy Hardcore"
I'm settin' it straight, and my title, it spins
It's stale like a gramcracka: "John Cena wins!"

John Cena (You can't read me.)

Man, I got a new fuckin bed...

To quote Maynard James Keenan,

"Information, itself, is pure. Take a knife, for example. You can use it to cut up vegetables, meat, butter your bread, etc. Or you can use it as a weapon. The way in which information exists in its many forms leaves for us the decision as to how it is we wish to use it. Information itself has a certain purity. Humans have intentionality. It's humans who decide how it is they wish to behave. Information and technology are pure..."

"If you look at the cycles of the moon, it starts as a thin crescent and then gradually waxes until it becomes full; then it gradually wanes back into another crescent and then it is gone. The moon reflects sunlight like humans reflect information. We wax and wane and when we become full moons, our egos are full. We think we have this knowledge when in fact, the information we have is pure. And how it reflects or shines off of us, is something we take credit for as though the moon could take credit for its brightness when, in fact, it is only reflecting light from the sun. We have to understand that we are ego-less just as the moon is without light. It and we are simply reflectors. The ego is not responsible for the information. It can reflect the information in creative ways, but the information itself is pure..."

Seriously now...

"Rock Is Inspiration..."

To quote Maynard James Keegan,

"I will only complicate you.
Trust in me and fall as well..."

Enough of the images already...

What a terribly bleh day!

Talk about Originality...

Rupert Murdoch...
If there ever was a Citizen Kane remake, I'd cast him as Kane.

The WSJ - watch out...

"Agar tune apni Maa ka Doodh piya hai, to saamne aa,

RAAAAWWWRRRGGHH"...

Instant Kvltness.

What's the objective of keeping a blog anyway?

I love a good Jam...

http://news.bbc.co.uk/sport2/hi/motorsport/formula_one/6287470.stm



Well, I hope he'll be on the sports pages a bit more often now...

Man, really been long, eh?

Here's something that really caught my eye today. Apparently, there's this person in Sweden, Roger Tullgren, who has been medically diagnosed with an addiction for "Heavy Metal".

He's 42, serving as a dishwasher, and got fired from his previous job for bad attendance. That's cuz he attended a whopping 300 shows. This led to counselling sessions, which resulted in him signing a document which said that heavy metal to him is an addiction. Because heavy metal dominates his life, the Emplyment Service has agreed to foot his bills. He'll be getting $65 (I'm not sure about that) to purchase albums, and attend shows as he likes, provided he makes up for the lost time.

This is crazy... I'm a huge music fan, and yeah, Id love to attend all the shows I could. So would a lot of others... Are we officially disabled too?

Yup, still posting!

I want a camera...

Well, if I'm being so wishful, here are some more:

I want a Greg Bennett Avion AV-6 in Sunburst Yellow
I want a rash-free, itch-proof and non-maintenance body cover (read, skin)
I want all my wants to be fulfilled...

Yup, couldnt list down more...

Hmm... have you ever tried this?
Makes sense, nonetheless...

To quote Bob Dylan,

"The wind began to howl
Two riders were fast approaching
A wild cat did growl
Out side in the cold distance
Barefoot servants did too
While all the women and the children came and went
Princes kept the view.
And all along the watchtower
The hour is getting near
So let us not think falsely now
And this is our fate
But you and I, we've been through all that
Who feel that life is but a joke
There are many here among us
The thief he kindly spoke
No reason to get excited
Know what any of it's worth
None of them along the line
Their plowmen dig my earth.
Business men, they drink my wine.
I can't get no relief.
There's too much confusion,
Said the joker to the thief.
There must be some kind of way out of here..."