Thursday, May 15, 2008

Give me a call for love i can't hide

This is a blog guest authored by Wade N. Water about concerns in the middle east and beyond.

obviously many of Ed's readers are as un-intelligent and self centered as Ed himself, because of how insensitive they are to problems plaguing our world and changing mother earth's "DNA," proving that americans as a whole don't mind ruining our earth and those who inhabit it. Ed talks about chopping heads off, masturbating and copulating with women all the time in his raps (if that's what you call them), when instead he should be talking about community and loving thy neighbor. Why is it, Ed, that you should think so self centeredly? do you not care about anything but swillin' forties and "hooking up like Cunningham to Carter?" it makes me ill to think you aren't active in world progress, and you should probably rot in hell. seriously, i love you, but only as much as one step cousin can. you push my buttons so hard that they stay stuck for days and i can't focus on anything that i do because i'm so fucking pissed off at you and everything that you objectify. which is everything--everything that you touch turns into yours somehow and you won't let it go, you selfish bastard, look at yourself. you can't even tie your own shoes so you started a brand that only sells slip-ons and velcro. I just fucking hate you so much most of the time because you treat me like shit and always talk shit at me in your raps and it hurts really bad. i dont melt like lard, and you know it.
and now in the words of Alan Jackson,

Remember when I was young and so were you
and time stood still and love was all we knew
You were the first, so was I
We made love and then you cried
Remember when
and also, Disturbed,
Sensation washes over me
I can't describe it
Pain I felt so long ago
I don't remember
Tear a hole so I can see
My devastation
Feelings from so long ago
I don't remember
I couldn't say it better, so i used these lyrics to reach out.
this has been emotional for me, and Ed i love you too much, it kills me. like alan jackson and disturbed.

Friday, May 9, 2008

agamaba yah trick

claw'n mother fuckers like a falcon
talons so sharp its like i'm cutting air
bitches step at me but stop like aerobics
looking stupid like pilates
pirates say arrr but im raw like meat butchered yesterday
splat slip slack smack attack on ya back like whack
crap is what you look like
you nutty friend, and im tryin ta crush you to butter
crash the car into the barn
sweaters made from yarn
clasp pinch on yo nipple
shockin you 10,000 volts make yo brain ripple
the wake is big so you can mctwist
weight sacks is phat like pregnant
eating up pudding and cant stop til you belligerant
on sugar and cocoa leaves baking soda crack
freebasin is like a liberated floor
in the ocean with them lectric eels
lecture cutin like a peachy professor
smother you brother with a pillow filled with love
puffy and i comb like im a bad boy
criss cross you x marks the spot
that ill swipe your treasure and leave you to rot
in debt forever, lets go off to never never
hook aint got shit on my swordsmanship
im beating mother, yo is it better to born a crip or become a crip later?
im down like a clown charlie bbbrrrrooow ch ch charlie browww
unibrow like an eastern european
drink too much brew and european
cramm blamm test you like a tube
crack you like glass
and break backs with a slap and a clap
the clap got you pissin needles
im spittin shanks like sophies family
making yall bleed like hemopheliacs
donate dont hate relate and phuck fate
phospherous blocks r us linking logs big red purple blue black white no bras
blogs word to your mother if she out there like space
skeet on your face and belate your birthday
ray, you cant major in conspiracy piracy is illegal like drugs
bust through your window got metallica at your throat with a knife
it maybe trife but thats life like the game
go to college be a doctor wait for payday
have a payday like elephants love that shit
mo's here, so i better quit it's over wit.

Tuesday, May 6, 2008

in the year 2000...



...there will be rotating buildings completely powered by solar and wind energy.
http://www.mydigitallife.info/2007/05/25/futuristic-rotating-tower-skyscraper-in-dubai/

donald trump will sponsor many blockbusted real estate deals making him more and more filthy rich

Saturday, May 3, 2008

the kentucky derby is today



sorry for these sad pictures of horses falling. "its depressing", as Clare would say. *sigh*

"you and i forever" is my favorite horse's name.
he lost. probably due to his weak name.

lame ass game: http://www.gwn.com/news/story.php/id/11933/G1_Jockey_Wii_Details.html

lame ass bar joke: "you know where the money is now? syphen pumps"
lame ass response: "hahahahahahahhahahahah" lol lol lol

good quote from drunk dude i got last night. something like "if you dont gimme a winner, ill beat you like a red headed step-child" as well as this gem "your killing me. leave me with a few dollars to get beers and drown my sorrows"

fuck this song. this dude loves this song and it sucks ass. its got a one noted 25 second feedback part and it sucks. its one of those dramatic blues songs with melencholy guitar fills that suck ass.
i feel like being GG Allin right now, and sing, "suck my ass it smells" and getting naked and shitting and throwing shit on people.

no not really. heres a sweet website: www.freerice.com
super addictive.

everyone but one man has left the bar. people want to be outside and have picknics and play basketball, hackey sack, smoke weed, drink sangria all in the fresh air. all i want right now, is to blog outside. only 2.5 hours of fun left.