| That's where it's at, man. That's where it lives |
[Apr. 12th, 2007|08:17 pm] |
the outlaws tend to see their bikes as personal monuments, created in their own image, however abstract, and they develop an affection for them that is hard for outsiders to understand. It seems like a pose, or even a perversion - and maybe it is, but to bike freaks it is very real. Anybody who has ever owned one of the beasts will always be a little bit queer for them. Not the little bikes, but the big expensive bastards, the ones that respond to the accelerator like a bucking horse to a whip, that will stand up in the air and run fifteen yards o one wheel, scorching the pavement with with a fiery blast from the chrome tailpipes. the little bike may be fun, like the industry people say, but Volkswagens are fun too, and so are BB guns. Big bikes, Ferraris and .44 Magnum revolvers are something beyond fun; they are man-made machines so powerful and efficient in their own realms that they challenge a man's ability to control them, to push them to the limits of their design and possibilities . this is one of the pillars of the Big Bike mystique that looms so large in the life of every Hell's angel. Or as they say: "That's where it's at, man. That's where it lives."
Hunter S Thompson-Hell's Angels |
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[Jan. 9th, 2007|09:36 pm] |
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i don't have anything big to say but feel as thought i should let you all know i'm still alive and having fun, i'm getting a lot out of the trip and meeting some great people, i'm going out tonight which should be good but the highlight of the trip was the army week we had i loved it evey moment even standing in the cold for 3 hours while my arms hurt, i went for a run today which was good but i'm sick at the moment so when i got back i spent about 5 minuets munting not plesant! feels good to push myself again and do things i'm not used to, i've got to go but lots of love. Jono |
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| OMG another GIG?! |
[Nov. 11th, 2006|11:02 pm] |
This friday is the daylight nights ep launch. it'll be an awesome night last time they played this venue not only did they have the biggest crowed they've had, (bar my party), but also had the coolest set I've seen them play. If you're interested in seeing other bands there's 2 that'll be there, unfortunately violet won't be there but hey the only decent ones are taken and nobody likes number 4 check out their website daylightnights.com for more details but the basic score is
9:30 onwards
the commercial hotel
238 Whitehall st Yarraville
(not a gay bar Friday nights.)
so for those interested in hanging out at a semi gay bar Friday night with my self and some of the fellas (nothing sus) jump on the express train to fun.
Jono |
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[Nov. 6th, 2006|12:20 pm] |
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| | the car song- the cat empire | ] |
so i was talking to zaphol and i'm like whatever. it's been a long time since the older style of post i made, i've been very self indulgent and it's taken a while to pull my head out of my arse, tomorrow is my sociology exam, i'll be honest it's not going to go well, this whole system kinda sucks, i've changed a lot this year i'm not even certain it's for the best, but i know i'm older and hopefully wiser, in the end it's all water under the bridge and i've made a bigger deal of little things than they deserved.
I've been writing a lot of lyrics i've found heaps i never posted they're pretty shocking but the people i show them too don't tell me they're shit so cause i get the same yeah man they're good comments i have no real gauge of how shit my lyrics are, except linc he tells a brother straight from what i can tell, any way
i was hanging out today and realised i've done nothing worth talking about recently nothing fantastic funny or even original there's been no changing events i've lost the energy i used to have, not lost so much as misdirected it into other things pointless things. there's a lot of pretty funny anecdotes from work which are basicly me wanking some guy off over videogames and how the customer is always right about x game but really we all knew retail sales people were whores to begin with.
this week should be a big change i can't wait till my exam is over it's been a year of change i think it's time to try and remember my roots for a while, when i did this last time i played mortal kombat for like 5 weeks it was fucking sick! this time i'm taking some rum and coke some videogames and nothing to worry about to a mates house should do the same right? |
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| htb stuff as promised |
[Nov. 2nd, 2006|11:46 am] |
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| | red right hand-nick cave and the bad seeds | ] |
there was a time in history
when no man was the law
when blood and gold were currency
a man could only trust his draw
you’d look the villan in the eye
and pray his hands weren’t fast
the sheriff ruled on jimmy bean
and his second was flask
a bandit rode high into town
demanding the church loot
the preist took out his gun
but was the second man to shoot
there was a boy born apart
up near the cemetery
in the church up on the hill
he’d ring and dig to eat
the boy heard his preist gun drop
and heard the villain laugh
he knew which way the barrel went
and emptied gods lead fast
the towns folk came and saw the boy
his barrel spewing smoke
they saw the priest
they saw the blood
they saw dirty rogue
from who’s mouth came a tale
the devil could have told
he whispered all about the gold
the boy and his own end
and with his vile remaining words
condemned the boy to death.
With out a jury of his peers
the boy would face the rope
but in this time of booze and greed
the boy still had a hope
the mayor marked out 30 yards
and said boy if you’re fast
you’d beat our cities finest
in a draw at half past
they gave the boy a pat a sneer
and said he’d had his day
the boy was so blind
he wasn’t facing the right way
and from above the priest they say
made the clouds roll over
so dark no light could get through
and for the sheriff it was over
the lad yelled ha now you’re done
I dare you make a move
I’ll hear you tread
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| the adventures of Herman Money and Fred O'nutskds out on the town |
[Oct. 26th, 2006|12:33 pm] |
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We begin out tale in a small park opposite a charming kindergarten, Fred and Herman meet and shake hands re ajusting their raincoats against the searing sun they stroll through the park past the playground past the sand pit past the water fountain where little rosey cheeks Cindy is playing in the water. How happy Cindy looks playing in the sunshine, it brought a delicious smile to Fred and Herman's and they giggled and spread a crooked yellow toothless grin the way angels must look, with a spark in their eye those kind saints gave Cindy a special lollie one with magic powers making Cindy just like princess sleeping beauty. |
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| stock taking |
[Oct. 25th, 2006|11:55 pm] |
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| | postal | ] |
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| | stll the same cd that came in the first week i was working | ] |
it's the 4th time this year that i have the job of stocktaking the nintendo 64 merchandise, this would normaly be alright, it's a really easy job for any other merchandise catagory, just look through the draw if it's there we've got it, with the exception of gameboy that's also a spawn of satan task, the reason these two catagories are so bad? well every couple of months i've counted 6 times this year i sort out the n64 draw so games are in catagorys and alpha order , easy to find easy to replace shelf stock ect, but in the days and weeks i'm not working something happes that disorders these games that messes up my system and colums, it must be a person it's not the wind, i've come to call this phenomonon the Gametraders faries not lets give these faires random names like jill and mark, now jill and mark have a game that seems to be hiding the games i'm meant to stock take it's like an easter egg hunt except not fun and not rewarding plus you don't have a chance of picking up preteens. also all the gameboy N64 stock doesn't get put on the shelf unless i do it, jill and mark (the faires not the people) seem to be incapable of cleaning i assume this cause evn in my training (that week where i was basicly handeling all sales anyway) they just told me to do it now how or what spots to clean just clean this here's some metho and a toothbrush.
Get a job you fucking slackers this shit is fucking loads of fun! |
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| more htb coming i swear |
[Oct. 12th, 2006|03:56 am] |
The devil’s been in her heart for a week
She was a little too sober to get to sleep
She’ll share your bed with you cause her love comes cheap
And she’s strong enough to admit defeat
she’ll smile through the bruise on her cheek
she’s drowning but she can’t get drink
poisoned by the lies through cute boys teeth
and mr right too nice to speak
but if he could he’d tell her
“a leaf that’s falling can’t choose the way,
going to hit the ground anyway
if it’s greener then the fall is sweeter
the fire’s not as hot but burns much longer”
her pen became her new best friend
but even paper made her scared
the words had weight it couldn’t carry
but oh her breathing was so heavy
now written there in a lipstick narrative
the verses tuned to tragedy
where the opera glows by neon lights
played to the aria that no one will sing
and the words were
a leaf falling can’t choose the way,
going to hit the ground anyway
if it’s greener then the fall is sweeter
the fire’s not as hot but burns much longer
there’s no boy that’ll keep his distance
always to easy or too much resistance
she scares them off to protect her glass heart
but mr right knows that cuts heal fast
he’ll curse inside but talk about the weather
the nice nice boy is just as tough as leather
and when she shares his bed it’s never with him
he told her one day when he caught her looking
listen girl
a leaf falling can’t choose the way,
going to hit the ground anyway
if it’s greener then the fall is sweeter
the fire’s not as hot but burns much longer
and she said to him
You’re a silly boy and you might love me
But you’re life it isn’t helping
A love that can’t be will just keep hurting
And if a fire’s not hot it just stops burning |
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| school holidays are a blast for retail |
[Sep. 29th, 2006|11:38 am] |
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nmy favorite childeren are the fat ones that run into the store dribbeling coverd in the latest frapachino that strarbucks have got their negligent apathetic parents to buy the then grab whater controler they can what seems deliberatly cover it in chocolate and start playing but no this kind, oh this is all one kid will then turn the volume up on the tv so you can't hear the customer standintg right nect to you, that's not enough volume though junior , it's a boy by the way, will then produce his own starwars soundeffects, it's good casue he spits while he does this, but hey at least when he's talking his mouth closes for a few seconds he's been her 1/2 an hour and his parents aren't here i don't know where the fuck his crack feindof a mother must be,i can't tell weather this is a special kid or not i mean the dribble the noises and the compleet disregard for anyhthing decent like store property seems to have escaped this hell beast, but who in their right fucking mind would lose a child with special needs or leave him in the store by himself i don't want him the store is fucked enough without being covers in what is proably contageious stupid spit,and he's been button mashing for i can't tell how long even the sound effects on the pause menu are rediculously loud, but it's ok , his brother has already touched every catalog in the rack so they're all coverd in frapachino no shit everyone of them! which is fucking anoying cause my tight arse boss won't print new bussiness cards so i can't give our number to customers except for the catalog. if you can't handle the responsibility of having kids get an abortion or i will oneday snap and terminate your child! |
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| help required |
[Sep. 26th, 2006|04:34 pm] |
you guys know more about music than me, and this isn't part of uni but philosophy got me thinking, and i'm trying to create a playlist that is the purest aesthetic experience possible. something that'll rab you by your heart and roll you through the wall, songs like take me out, kashmier, yesterday, novocane for the soul, scorpiorising, the devil went down to georgia, stairway to heavan, voodo child, the sentinal, songs that for some reason will hit you and change the mood of the room any suggeston welcome any genre any artis but must have a soul of it's own, an example of a song having no soul can be found on pretty much every so fresh album ever you can tell the diffrence i'm sure.
if this works it'll be insanely cool trust me! |
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| Frankie Luke John Sylvan and Nath |
[Sep. 26th, 2006|03:40 pm] |
G'day all
if you enjoyed seeing daylight nights play at my party and want to hear them again this time producing a better than poolside sound. come along to the revolver on chapel see them playing in the melbourne fresh competition semifinalon october 24, i plan on getting there early and having a few drinks, but the comp starts at 9:30 aparently
that's 9:30 at 229 chapel street paran on october 24th
there's a $8 cover but it'd be cool to support them so i'm happy to spot your cover if you're desperat to see them but can't afford the night out.
good night and good luck |
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[Sep. 13th, 2006|05:41 am] |
i hope this is my way of saying that i feel pretty good about life and really i like everyone.
I can’t forget the love we shared
And was it a lie how much you cared
I’ve made mistakes I’ve payed the price
You’ve left me without a past life
The man that’s standing now is empty
I cried away our history
And all these songs no sympathy
They just make my shoulders seem less heavy
And if you ever asked me to
I’d be there I’d fight for you
I’m still your knight you’re still my queen
Or are you the monster and I the plaything
What would happen if I fought back?
If I start to run and don’t look back
Would you forgive me if I came home?
Would you understand my walks alone?
There were times when the nights were long
And the clouds cried we joined their song
We were in harmony with the heavenly band
You lent me your strength through your hands
All I see in my mind is the sunshine
You’re surrounded by the good times
See your eyes when I bought gifts for you
I fell the strength when you said you loved me too
But I’ll kill those memories
Did you want to be another girl to me?
But I can’t stop thinking I was robed
I get it now call off your dogs
And at the funeral for those days
These words are what the priest will say
Things will never be how they used to be
That this has been loves eulogy
this one's proably horrible cause i've been writing it since 3:00 this morning, i've got a sociology lecture and a driving lesson so i'll get a nap. |
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| same as above but theser aren't for htb |
[Sep. 12th, 2006|11:31 pm] |
Kate’s going away song
Burning bridges that connect our minds
I’ve never cried about those times
You’ve moved on we’ve got new lives
Life now black dots on 5 black lines
With out your screams I’ve heard life’s song
I’m my heart I’ve got a place I belong
I talk about you leaving like I’ve died
You’re with him now but why should I hide?
I’ve seen you smiled and heard you laugh
I’ve heard you whisper and seen you gasp
I’ve touched your sweat and felt your tears
You’ve felt my shame and touched my fears
We danced one song the lonely blues
Our lips were rough but your hips moved lose
We danced away and I hit the wall
The snare tightened I fell through the trap door
And did we ever really dance
When you were with me did you laugh?
When things were bad we both crashed
And my new wreckage can’t move that fast
Now I’ll be gentle I’ll be sweet
I’ll keep you safe when you’re asleep
Touch my chest feel my heat
Watch my tears show that my heart beats
I’ve seen you smiled and heard you laugh
I’ve heard you whisper and seen you gasp
I’ve touched your sweat and felt your tears
You’ve felt my shame and touched my fears
We danced one song the lonely blues
Our lips were rough but your hips moved lose
We danced away and I hit the wall
The snare tightened I fell through the trap door
Away from you I’m a fire of embers
But near you I’m coals and sizzles
It’s like I’m looking at you through a mirror
Can’t touch you but can’t escape you
Some times you’re there in the shadows of the moon
When you see the stars do you see me too?
If I could say one thing before you go
I’d tell the truth I’d say I love you |
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| comment what you think only honest feed back please |
[Sep. 12th, 2006|09:39 pm] |
I dream about the day I’ll be a prize fighter
I spent 18 years building an inner fire
Unleashing a machine with the devil as the driver
And rebuilding myself with discipline and desire
Self-restraint was my middle name and pain was my bible
The only way to describe my inner child was homicidal
Even shadows feared me light became my disciple
I dispatched all my enemies I was left without a rival
Started formulating victory my plans were diabolical
Every strike seemed random but my actions were methodical
A natural born leader I’m superior it’s logical
I’m the rebirth of a legend too your weapons I’m untouchable.
Honoured title beneficiary
Success was always guaranteed
Like landing on the moon
I’m just one more conspiracy
Historically I’m mentioned at Hiroshima and at Dresden
A catalyst of triumph that’s neglected to be referenced
Like Che Guevara I’ll be a dead man on a poster
Roaring like a lion and striking like a cobra
And just like the heroes don’t stop fighting till it over
And the fight’s never finished till I’ve won
If no man’s an island I’ll be a continent
The stand a lone figure claiming individual credit
I’m in your memories like the colours in a mirror
I’m everything you throw at me and more
When you’re asleep I’m delivering your nightmare
The creaking under the bed but when you look I’m not there
And if you ever catch me I’d scare you half to death
And when you wake up the reason you can’t catch your breath.
Honoured title beneficiary
Success was always guaranteed
Like landing on the moon
I’m just one more conspiracy
Historically I’m mentioned at Hiroshima and at Dresden
A catalyst of triumph that’s neglected to be referenced
planing to be put in a country style song |
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[Sep. 6th, 2006|03:50 pm] |
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i'm realy enjoying my 360 it's awesome and i've gone back to uni to hang out more, the libary was starting to get to me i know none of you have ever seen inside the cubical farm of silence some call the deaking burwood libary but let me tell you something it's the 4th level of hel i havn't been up to the law level in months cause of the torment it can inflict on an impure soul like mine, no sound escapes it's a hamster cage for bogans the whole campus feels like a big bath tub at times but we're the ants all i'm doing here is waiting for some tutor to stick the plug in and i'll soon be drowned. i missed a couple of days of uni which was fuckign appauling either cause i slept through them or had better things to do catching up on the work is busting my nuts but i'm sure it'll be worth it when i finally work out what i want to do in marketing. i really want to do more in videogames it what i know and do best, i've been putting in more of an effort with customers at work and it's showing my sales are way up in price it's a pitty that there are only like 9 a day. i want you to think abotu that for a while and realise in the 8 hours i spend at work i'm lucky to make 20 sales seriously that would be a BUSY day on some days i've only made 8! i sell something to almost every second customer some days better than that, which means i have hours at work where NO ONE comes in it's me by myself playign psp or stairing at a wall contemplating what a giant preying mantus alien would think of earth preying mantus would it be christmas in preying mantus southern california that now on the internet they have a new kind of alien midget porn crossover. yeah i thought about it andthe conclusion was ask the mokeys oldest and wisest of our ancestors they truly hold the key to peace in the middleast where our valliand chivalrous handsome brave corageous handsome and goodlook hero will be venturing to proably get nuked most of the dangers israel holds for me i can handels syphalis suicide bomings and armed assault are avoidable and surviveable but even a lead condom might not keep this vetran cage fighter out of harms way should the powers in the brother hood of nod or iran decided the land of milk and honey needs furtalisation the irony in all of this will be though it on the plane trip here are snakes and we die cause we weren't alowed to bring our nail clipers aboard how fucking useless will the liquid explosives be then huh! but i digress the real reason for this test of endurence is to fill all you happing souls in on my life that is after all one of the reasons people read these things to see what people are writing isn't it? have i missed the point? your answers to follow but since whenever i've been a locomotive running xpress through memories i can't decypher from dreams i feel dringking and videogames with more than a libral sprinkaling of hardcore smut has somewhat initiated my mental decline |
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[Aug. 23rd, 2006|10:00 am] |
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i don't think i've ever been so self destructivei ate half of a 32 dollar kfc bucket, and drank who knows how much, i've never felt so uncomfortable sleeping, proably food poisoning, proably the horrible fucking metal i listendto, maybe it's that daylightnights sounded like nickelback and there was a band that we're pretty tight on aswell. or maybe it's the fact that i started flirting with some girl via sms while drunk, however all is irelevant seeing as i'm sober my eyes sting i can't stop coughing through this colud and i feel like i'm going to vomit, it's like that song, but not as much fun. totally worth it but not that fun! |
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[Aug. 20th, 2006|03:29 pm] |
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yeah my head is fucked like some guy is trying to escape using a broken rum bottle i don't remember what i tlaked about i justr emember being a realy wanker lastnight and really just in general being tired and a tool. i love rum |
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[Aug. 17th, 2006|03:39 pm] |
i'm sick of people complaining about game trades, i swear to fuck if you don't like the price go somewhere fucking else i'm not going to change our system or lose money just so we can match ebs fuck off prices, if i ask for id it's cause i have to i'm not going to steal your games or use your liscens number to get traffic fines or smuggle cocain into the country or whatever the fuck else you're afraid of. you know what? if you're going to argue at least insult me in english as well instead of making your son think i'm brining the hammer down on him when it's you who hates the system. I HATE TRADING! don't buy shit games and you won't want to trade them. you drop a good 2 grand in the store every month you'd spend a lot less if you listend to us the first time rather than when you're back for the 18th time!
I hate stupid consumers! |
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| i love karioki and i love crownies! |
[Aug. 16th, 2006|02:28 am] |
to know something you've done hads been a good job compleetly destroyes someone telling you you idd it well. and to be able to know you're goin werll isthe most important thing cause you'e the on.y person that really judges you when there's no one left, and why this girl why the one girl who isn't talking to me the one girl who i can't speak to cause i don't know how to wow her and the one girl that isn't pretty isn't particularly hot and isn't so awesome she blows my mind the one girl that i can't get to leave me alone in my dreams the one girl that seems to occupy the space i'm looking at everytime i turn my head and the one girl that no matter how much i tell myself she's overrated seems to keep making in back into my ehad and into my imind nbot just cause i can't have her but cause she's got a way about her a way of moving and a way of talking a way of letting me knoe where i stand and utting me in my place a way even when i'm drunk i'm to scared to goi near her cause i think one day bshe'll talk to me and i'll have my chance but i'll never ever have it cause iu'm a fucking coward i', everything bvad and verytihing i hate but i'm evberything that i could be all in one i will changemyself and get the girl and i'll be better than this worlds ever seen i'm fuicking dangerous don't fucking try and stop me i'm more than you can handle trust me.
be seriously i've lost count of my drinks all i know is i'm out of money and grasping at straws i hope i think of something because otherwise i'm going home lonely the next few nights/,
JONO
PS: this sober note written some few hours later after i've woken up is really just an appology i have no excuse for this spelling but come on i was real drunk and thinking about sam, if you were drunk enough to think you still liked her your spelling would be messed up to. |
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| just another gunz flex |
[Aug. 12th, 2006|09:35 am] |
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if you write down everything in the world that's wrong tear up the page and burn it, the problems somehow seem more manageable, when you realise everyone causeing you grief is just as human as you then you can beat them and when you know deep down you're the onlything in the way of your potential you've taken the first steps to being everything you imagine you should be. |
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