Anywhere Is a Good Time For a Cello.

who knowws what is coming.
i think i found something again.

this thing hurts like hell.
but what did you expect.

cummedyegha.
{oh i'm buzzing, quick like, see?}

Pictures Are For the Weak (ergo) I Am Weak As Fuck

Hahahahaha.


Up down up down up down. . .Updown.


So the times they are a changing. Craiggery owens is still here. Sharpies smell the same. The season is the season.


And hoodies and christmas and 8 and lampshades & licorice.


When you can hear nature it's everything on fire +





As soon as i watch this, i'll be right back


( )

if.

oh what a concept...

wildness my friends.

cummedyegha. go sleep.

Hey Moon.

(auch, das wetter ist sehr toll. windig, und schnee, sehr sehr schön.)

Things Tangible Like Books...

Ever dream in musical?

Its not unlike pulling a piano from a pond...

come on, i'm right here.

Its exactly like real life. With some twists.

I just hope luke doesnt get angry with meh.

dissapointment>confiscation

Cummedyegha;

welcome to cummedycember

It's My "Real" Policy

Fuck anyone who goes to china after july 2009.
but that goes without saying.
I'm sick, and stuffy, && couldn't find the ampersand, and all i can smell is tea O_()

My New Pet Lightbulb.

And My greatest ideas of the last few weeks are as follows
-Matching tattoos with a buddy with each others names "Nobody Put's ____ ______ In the Corner"
-Suprise Hash brownies at a buddies party. Post halloween. LOts of fun. but im not entirely ready to start drugging people. I'm not nearly low enough for that. I am definitely low enough to fuck a cello though.
-My hit cd of german translated acoustic silly songs
-My Pet Lightbulb.



Yeah, i get it, im a fag.

cummedyegh-fag
cummedy-yes
cummedylightbulb
Cummedyegha

(almost lost my camera cord fora moment, whew)

I'd Kill, Just to Sing

When everything is going right, theres gotta be something wrong.
I hope that it's me. Because in a few short hours, I know it is.
And most importantly (contrary to what I said just over a year ago)
If you can change it, it will.
I'll leave September with that I think. Hard to believe 13 months can pass that quick.
Just as fast as the year 2013 wont come i suppose.
Bummer. I always wanted a life.
.cummedyegha.cummedyegha.

Lightweight

I admittedely like highschool.
Only when im getting fuct up.

oh yes, the shit has hit the floor.





cummedi(fresh)ha

Im Such a Queen My Friends

Woodstock,
Your Name,
Treble Cleft,
WoShiBuHaiKeYi,
Bass Cleft,
Sing Me a Rainbow,
Steal Me a Dream,
FTW,
Asbestos & Formaldehyde


and thats all we have for now.

How 2006 affected me more so than any year outside of the year than i think any to come.
Which is kindof funny.

Since im probably gonna do it all over again. Hopefully in 2016.
And by it

i mean anything i want.
not anyone, mind you.
but heed my warning; everything thats gonna go down;

is everything they let me down on.



Im maneater, who's sick and tired of life, my lonelyness is killing me, see me let go.
Cant you see the sky turn black and brown. cant you see the moon is flashing round
cant you see me no.

Ho yeah. Its pretty serious.

the fan behind my bed, does exactly as i say.
and just because i cant do everything perfect, doesnt mean ill come undone.






ode.




cummedyegha.

A Differen't Kindof Night

A different kindof knight.
who saves you every way
thats not out to get anyone
like another simple day

and everyone who puts your down
are exactly what they say
and when they become them
is a day everyone will hate

and sing it as soft as you can
a song for nobody
because noone else like you
has ever cried for me

lets get some sleep.
cummedyegha.
live from home, its sunday night.

A Really Big Shitty Fucking Wall

Not the best blur of all time. But its over with and thats all that matters.
36 hours of travel wont keep me down, just out of it completely.

I love the secrets I keep from myself. The treasures and teases, that I've left myself over the years.

When I was younger, every once in a while, when I got some money, and I'd hide it in a book in my room. I've lost alot of money that way I think.

And when going back reading through this monstrosity I call a blog, I seldom know what I'm talking about.

So today, on another day for me to practice sacreligion and my age-old anti-patriotism, let me say this. My Ulysses. come on, lets get high.

My craving to be some deep, dark, bizzare entity, is completely overtaken by me wanting to be a stand up comedian.

Kids, lets get real for a minute. Whisper every once in a while Whats the matter with that. I cant think of anything.



I found a new way baby.

Cummedyegh-La

Those Mountains Looked Like Hills, Those Fields I Knew Well

It's a song that seems to be more than it was when he wrote it down. I dont think he knew that. And it keeps going on, in a good way. Not a bad way, where you wait for the end. You don't know how much time has passed, but it seems like less, and feels way more.

I'm going to read some children books over the summer. For the marrow. Maybe some Edward Gorey, maybe some Winnie the Pooh. Perhaps i hate you.


But I dont think I really hate you.

Just the guy who took my favourite guitar.
A hollow telecaster, to fill the emptiness inside me.

Ironic?
No
Intentional Coincedential?
Only When I Wrote it down.

But i still loved it.




cummedyegha.
x(

I Dont Speak Spanish, But I Know This Song

simplicity is coming back to me again. not quite in the way that phantoms did to me last year, which still haunt me in such an amazing way now, but its still here.
my obsession with how i look, ive found also, is only for myself, not to show anyone else.
what an awful year for me to be gone, but once again ive found a new homecoming song.
which is nice, like so many other things.
if this really is my one hundreth blog, its just 13 months over pretty odd, just over 11 of the palindromobile tour, and just in time for me to wear clothes that make me feel good about myself.
i hope that as you're reading this, you know that ive been so crazy thus far, whence-ever writing, and dont plan to stop. and i think ill always let lyrics dictate melodies.
cummedyegha.

ill probably change.

Happy Doomsday To All

And to all a good night.



this has been a good week, every single day, in the afternoon.
not at all before.
this has been a good week.
this has been a pretty good week.


cummedyegha?
just not right now.

Home Is an Open Window

just you know, waiting around, for everything to catch up to me.
its be soon i beleive.
after it does, ill race to be back on track
id very much enjoy being with someone i can sing a song with
that may not be soon
but its alright
becuase until then
i have a little bit of home.
since home is an open window
on the fourth floor of a dying crowd
its round about its down and out
like thoughts would kill for thoughts could die
and the rest is up to you and eye...

Rainy Misery Rots Deep

Goodness, i hope nothing else will rot on the blog, that would be simply catostrophic. But You'll never know, if I dont.
Ive really been aching to learn the piano recently. I feel like a pianist virgin.
Nothing that exciting to blog about.
Mary Rose Seren Dipity.
Thats all fucks.
I mean folks, sorry.


i give up _p.s_


cummedyegha

I will play, the smallest violin...

well dream of me, when you pass out where your standing
maybe i will.
go do what you need to do.
maybe i will too.
ill see you tomorow
its time for me to sleep for a while
last few nights ive been sleeping less
its cause i dont know what
if i ever figure out how to draw
a murder scene where and when i like
time for an epiphany of the extreme
level out silhouettes for smiles
.
next week i wont just write bullshite.
ill pick out some pretty words for myself.
-
-
cummedyeghwho?

The Sleeping Masks

I actually have been gone more days this year than Ive been home.
which makes me wonder-
if i dont call where im living home, am i living here?

Im sick of hating that crack of light that gets through my curtains
probably because its the reason i lie to myself and tell me will keep me awake at night
I'll sleep anyways, or not sleep.
but if im honest with why i do or dont
will anything really change, when its all flipped around?


Thinking about running around a theatre.
or running away
which isnt the first time.
for the theatre thing- but away still sounds nice

i dont think id love the music i like nearly as much, if id hated last year half as much as i hate it now during last year. i thought it was the shit last year, i thought I was the SHIT.just goes to prove u how wrong those stereotypes can be. its kindof like, you cant see how hot that grill actually is, but you can see how Hot, that grill Actually is.

ill go sleep now.

and think about how much noone really misses me whenever i miss them,
or half as much as i think ill miss everyone else.

the point is nothing.

cry me now. love me later.

all of the above.

cummedyeghate

cummedycacophony

cummeyegha.

Framed in Shame.

But my favourite word is most certainly not My own name.
Parade, or glucose, or necromancy perhaps, to name a few.
Or skullfuck.

Second title, if anyone every tells me what im talking about, they get a free SG. from me.

Cumm edyeg ha.

Coffee, Capo's, Condoms and Deuteronomy

I'm going where Im going,
Adress me to your favourite time of day.
I'll peel another shade of skin off my back
I was sunburnt by the moon.






Thailand.



Cummedyegha.
(with emphasis on the cum/ye-haw)

The Nasty Smile.

I dont want to pretend the words are something their not.
At the same time, so badly I want them to just be.
We're still trying though.
And it'll make me smile a bit.

When I'm punched in the throat, you're the one who'll get fucked up.
I miss you, like a poor archer.
And I love you like the archers wife.

Im around for whenever we dont need me.
Weather forbid I can't find where I'm going.
Rest in peace.
We all know you probably got in.

The best of the best.
Will require only the basics.
And as long as we keep that up.
The drawers are full and my heart can drain.

An axis, an axis, itll tilt both ways
why dont we close the checkbook on that deal
Maybe its because im afraid of that doorknob turning
that I shut off the lights.


Cummedyegha, meet Larch.

This Uninspiring Flicker in My Ill-Inspired Head

i suppose a get over it would be necessary.
being sick is the worst.
and id rather be having fever-dreams than none at all
theyre what keep me moving all day long.
that and my hodge-podge boot-leg smashing pumpkin cd
especially on my 3d bed ridden day in a row.
but its not like a want to go outside.
just want a little peace. away from the headaches,
and all of the nervous thoughts in my mind.

i had pretty bad asthma when i was younger.
and i never once thought "what if i die?!?"
if i had wondered that, where would it have taken me?
maybe somewhere else. but if im going to go back in time
and make some alteration to my life, i already have.
so this is the way im gonna be. time travel perplexes me.
im pretty lucky though, my friend found the secret to life.



so ive got that going for me.




which is nice.





cummedyeghA

You Are My Love, the Cosmonaut

i wish i had something beautiful to say about my love and faith in music.

i dont, except i love and have faith in music, always being there for me.

every musician ever, i tip my hat to you all, every night i shall ever hear a note.






hidden words have no less meaning than
a word you dont understand
whats the point in my being
another sad old amsterand




qCrUsMtEiDlYnExGjHkAz

And Here I thought I was looking far worse...

Goodnight moon, goodbye sun
if there was room for anyone
than why did they not let me in
its written all over my hidden oh good fight.
jay is only slight to ex today, why is that?
and while im simply dying in love,
over 50% of what you love will never love you back
(maybe it just wont love me, not You)
gag me with a spoon, mrs. "sleep all night young"
i hope your husband cheats on you with his enemies.
and while you watch me throw another amplifier out the window
ill be smirking about you
you, you clearly dont know how little i paid or cared about it.
just because me, myself, and my mind had some good times
doesnt mean i meant what i said, or said what i meant
most likely scenario:
dr. jekel was just as evil as mr. hyde, just like all two-faced masks
that dark side was the evil shown,
the good side was probably more bad, it just had better secrets


well im just not going to die.
until monsters come through the floor.


cummedyegha (hand me that shotgun)

It took half the time for your intense disposition to put me out

As it took to light a meager fire beneath my racing little feet.

How sweet was today?





Ue YEA


cummedyegha

Dude, I'm FUCT

in the past 2 years of playing guitar (oh sure, i took lessons, but i never really played)i cannot once remember putting down my guitar from pain. or at least just having any pain like this.
when i started really playing summer 07, it was like, yeah, owe, im sortof a guitar virgin, who's only touched himself before, and now has officially masturbated. i think about last summer, i really started getting it on, with my guitar, and my fingers were as callased as keith richards. well no, im not sure he has "real" fingers... anywho
i left, for nearly 2 months, i didnt play, fingers were back to the quality of a noOb (haha, noobs) but i picked up my guitars, played for a week straight until i was back tomorow, no complaining, no shit, nothing

AND NOT TO MENTION
when my finger succumbed to that injury whence the finger was indeed broken and splinted, and with my homecoming being soon, learning my holiday songs was nothing a hand injury would deny me of.

i just attempted to get my FUCT on, try to really understand the cork tree, and halfway through, this pain that ive never felt began to run through my fucking finger on my left hand, made me set down my guitar.
have i been playing to much lately?
or is there something to from under... that shouldnt be copied, for any purpose...something sacred and profane and grammatical and bizarre...

maybe i need a life, and to stop being a freaky little hermit, and to set down the beast for a few days.

i also hope the MCR will play this is the best day ever at least one more time.

cummedyegh-luv

The Nonsense Bar Has Been Raised

When i die, i dont know, i want my funeral pretty fucking special.
i want black and white roses ONLY
they can make them. probably
maybe not. who knows.
i ALSO WOULD LIKE
Helena to be played.
ON THE BAGPIPES
and then it can be covered during the afterparty
thats all i got right now.

i dont know. i think im gonna go on once i die. i just have slight doubt in the back of my mind that makes me sad because im afraid i wont.
positive thinking baby.

oh, im closer to me than yesterday. more tomorow hopefully. doubtful, cause not much will change

cummedyegha lovers

sell out like a traffic cone.

so i did sell out
i was boycotting blogging till wentzy poo went for it.
bitch didnt
i did.
oh, dane cook isnt quite the douche bag we think.

no downward confessions of my depression or life, or upward confessions of how happy i am. just some thoughts about extraterrestrials.
oh and also, im slowly becoming a man. =] teehee

boycott, reinvent, tell will your in love with it.


cummmedyegha.



this is just about nothing now isnt it.

These Girls...

what is it with these girls
all of them with interest in me also have interest in

~overly expressing emotions
~god
~horses
~makeup
~crying
~me

god damn, i just dont like that, its wierd...shit man....


fucking life these days....ive really had ENOUGH OF YOU


cummedey fuck you

Rot's Like Revenge

screaming as loud as i can
while still not screaming at all.
=/
perhaps its that southern wail of j rod
or that not so emo-screamo of the oh-so emo pete
or the glorious scratch from four year strong
and sonny's belt from first to last.

idk, i wanna get my own scream.

so i can yell as loud as i fucking want to to anyone.

and they'll look down and say


thats ford









cummedy mother fucking yegha

The Kindof Shit I'm into...

Will get you fucked up in Detroit...

Ive never seen time change like it just did...not even on new years.

havent blogged in a little over a week.
that word doesnt even mean anything to me, so whatever.
fuck its hard to say anything meaningful while unexpected places is playing.
Santi > Fast Times
Santi > Almost Here
ALmost Here> Fast times.

my thoughts on life.

i didnt know the academy is could write something as deep and amazing as santi, then came fast times, a poppy bizzare just dissapointing follow up. if its the same as the FOB transition, TTTYG, FUCT, IOH, FAD, ill be ok with it since theyll have their fad, but if not idk how much ill be listening to them.

are panic recording? whats the next show im going to see? why have i been writing less? is that jon walker backing ryan in She had the World (YES)?

im never ever going to forgive the high court for breaking up. until i die, it will be a sin in my mind that they broke up. unexceptable.


if you want to here rock and roll, slow and acoustic, beautiful and blue-grass, moving and musical, right and wrong, and not at all
just go ahead and write it wrong and sing your song because its all on you.


cummedyegha friends

i remember back when...

its a thank god moment i got on here, i need to spread some thought.
i dont even know how to start to say what im feeling right now, perhaps ill start it by saying i dont know how i feel.
i do know im angry, and i cant get it out. im not at all suprised at all that i am. and i want myself to know not to blame, to know that this has to do with my idols, what ive been reading lately, things like that, but not their music, theyre creations.
when ive been feeling tired, jealous, angry, lonely, homesick, anything lately, i havent been writing down what i feel, i havnt written a song about the "pain" cause first of all, fuck that, il create a metaphor to express it and it will be better than anything ive written.
what ive been doing when i get emotional, or insomniatic, im watching nostalgic videos on youtube of my favorite band, before 2007. if not that, ill watch LOTMS, or the making of pretty odd, or my most undecided emotionally past-time, reading pete wentz blog.
god knows, the he's a 30 year old boy, who will have a fairly...shall we say bizzare son, and he has some a seed inside him that i thank god for, but he doesnt he knows how to write, and lately he's been whats making me angry. he Personally, doesnt make me angry, meaning what he does, but his anger comes off on to me, and it all it does is amplify any emotion im having, to 11.


i know exactly what i want to be writing right now. i have it all planned out.
i know whats its based upon, how it goes, how it begins, how it ends, and im living it so theres inspiration.

i will come back to tell everyone the first part. hopefully tonight. if not this week.
this week for sure.
im a professional procrastinator.

just two men sharing the night

so this may or may not be my last blog of the first 12fth of the year 2009.
i dont know, im just feeling lazy lately, and i love mikey way so fucking much.
they took you nightman and you dont belong to themm....
anyways, i just want to tell myself to just slow down my mind, and keep it moving.
i was awake last night or this morning or some shit, and i remember thinking about how my mind is nonstop.
and also how much i love edward gorey today, while looking at art galleries. it was fun.
STARBUCKS.
sorry.
SORROWS.
i have nothing deep and profound to blog about today.
meh
cumm
edye
gha

the oldies from the 2000's+

im gonna talk on two main topics before trailing off into nothingness.

first, that everything is always changing.
in 10, 20 odd years from now, everything that we look back on that is now, will be totally wierd. clothing, music, speech, and its impossible to not think how strange that is, too me at least. i want to skip to then, to see how it is then, and how it compares, than compare it to what we compare to now, go from the stones to the ramones, to nirvana to blink 180, to fall out boy, to what ever comes next, and whatever is inspired by that. on a long enough time line, with enough music, everything sounds the same. but im so ok with that, if the average song uses a 4 chord progression, with around 20 chords to use, theres over 100 thousand possibilities, not to mention 3 chords progressions, minor and majors, 7th's, deminished, so though a song can be completely original....i lost track of what the fuck i was even talking about.
thats what happens when u start bullshitting.

the second thing i want to talk about is my fear of what comes after death.
im hoping, after i die, i am woken up in a bed, walked by someone, to a concert, along a pier, to a show where im crowd surfed to the next life. while fall out boy plays tttyg preferably, but i wont complain if it differs (haha)
what i FEAR, is that everything just shuts off like nothing when u die. if the second my heart stops beating, i cant think anymore. im spiritual, i think i have a soul that can be reincarnated, and like ill be able to follow death as it comes, but if i cant, im horrified of the thought. what if its like a flame going out, a book being closed, a screen shutting off. its remembered, acknowledged, but not there anymore, just 0, nothing, off, gone. i want to keep living.

so thats my story tonight.



death could be something
if it was a guarantee
lets not dwell on it.



we're here for our last show, we're playing whether you like it or not.

~cummedyegha-
(i love tttyg, fuct, fad, and i do like ioh, whether anyone else does or doesnt)

the finer lines

fyi.


ill stop self-medicating.


when i hear whats on the cabin album.


your call mr. ross.


cummedyegha

one in six keep there eyes open

im going to be it
im going to be your everything
and ill be everybody's nothing
i wont sit around watching videos
ill be making them, the ones they watch at night, forgetting themselves
itll be hell
itll be life
and ill be involvedd
ill have a life
not trying to be what someone has created
famous or not
as a group or as a single thing
ll be myself
its been going well
and ill see how i can try to persevere






-spend the rest of your days, rockin out, just for the dead-


{[ill be more than happy to be your coffin mate, if you decide you dont want to bealone]}


cummedyegha

back door shenanigans

i hear fireworks+ serenadeing= pants action





but thats only what ive heard


cummedyegha

nothing like the if's and the archways

so my family recently decided i dont like them...
true...
but still, i dont act like it.
i just kindof hermit myself to my rooom, chill online and play guitar all day, dont do my homework, and im lovin it.

so thats me. im trying to work something out with a film company.

cummedyegha shitheads.
cummedyegha.

brandon novak.

i read your book, in case you ever read this.
idea of what youd say if you read my blog.
"this fuckin little 4th grade faggot is in love with me and reads my book like the bible. this fag loves fucin fall out boy and shit and is so dumb and shit"

so thats my best novak.
and i have to say, it is so accurate i scare my fucking self.
i dont really give a shit right now. im supposed to be rockin out a book review of it right now.

me "i read a book"
teacher "good. are you gonna review it for this month"
me "yep" i was like "FUCK YOU" under my breath.
teacher "whats it about?"
me "a heroine addict whos an inspiring dumbass"
teacher "...why dont you not do that"
me "dude, isnt it supposed to be posted to the school sight tonight?"
teacher "yeah, but you've read no other books over the break?"
me " i read a compilation book about bad times and sex-fests"
teacher "i dont think you should do yours still"
me "im doing it anyways"

i remember thinking of bam right then, thinking of him disregarding his mothers advice to not shove anal beads up his ass. i hadnt watched 2.5 in a fuckin while either. so thats later.

i doubt im ever going to talk about anyone on jackass or whos on sirius 28 faction ever again, but i do listen to it weekly, and i feel people should be in on my madness.


i dont want to go back in time to when i was bad fucking worse
all i am now i fucking better and not gonna try to rewind.
it feels like its five, but i know when its 10, and always wake up at six
lets get out of this bitch town, or out of this room, or out of this fucking mess.
highlight everything you see except what you want to get done
and its not another way to drown in a kiddie pool filled with clothes you wont wear.
over covered and under the covers i think ill try to right down forgotten facts
and forgotten facts arent worse, im just wanting to speed up and slow down
speed up and break down.
and break down in nobodys arms but my own.

cummedyegha

their world broken forward

i woke up this morning and i just fucking wanted to die.
not kill myself, just die.
and i found an out to that in going back to sleep.

i then proceeded to dream about something in my old hood, mcr had just played a show or something, and i screamed "MCR" at their van which was parked nearly out of my sight, and they started running towards me. and im like, i know this is a dream and if i didnt know it was gerard running towards me, id run away. and he just fucking hugged me, and i remember in my dream thinking "fuck it" and grabbing his ass for a second there. it felt good in the arms of the person who wrote this is the best day ever, and cancer, and everything else. anyways, i then ended up at my grandmas house except it wasnt my grandmas house, it wad my buddy wills, but still my grams house. anyways we were with mikey and he was kindof teasing us, and we made some crack about him babysitting us, and then him and will went inside to cover up us going to the mcr show last night and then i had to leave while mikey and will and his mom made breakfast, and im all fuck that. i also remember kicking in the railing of his porch, that was fun. not to much else happened in my dream.

anywho i awoke from this funderfull wish of a dream into more anger and the day kindof just fuckin went downhill from there.
im gonna write another song soon. maybe when i finally plug my sg in. itll be soon, i hope.
...
i hope.


cummedyegha

why the right things happen and dont happen.

it worrys me so much that one of my best friends pages wont load right now, since he has battled depression and its not a good fucking sign. i love him, and he knows that, and we're besties, and im worried. plus the fact that my Fucking itunes was just stuck on dane cooks name for 5 minutes, which wasnt that goddamn reasurring either. and i am the movie in the corner of the room is probably just bringing the vibe down too. im actually typing this on wordpad, my shitty asia interweb refuses to load wentz blog which i was just archiving for shit and giggle and a look into a celebs cerebrum. and since that wont load, i cant sign into My blog. which means this may be being posted anywhere from minutes from right now to weeks. and thats ok. my finger still hurts like shit all the time, and unfortunatly, you cant o-d on ibuprofin, which im considering to take 5-6 right now. but for real, my finger is crooked right now, and noone gets that my life is in the frets, hidden between melodies.

on a lighter note, with my new found love of pills, i very well intend on blogging more. shh.... but its alright right now, im still young, i have time to go through this phase before it gets to the point where i forget to stop. itd suck if i missed that, am i right? one not so special world. i dont know what i was thinking when i set this whole shit thing up, i mean i know i intended to create a slight satire of nohartandsole and im like, sure, lets pretend to have angst. but im not that good of an actor, or a singer, even though i try. and i wouldnt have taken a shot at the whole world if i was angry, i would have really pinpointed it down.
but maybe i didnt know why i was angry, why i am still. and like that, its gone. the pain, the anger, the madness. sitting alone with nothing but the sounds of a foreign country at midnight, and the clicking of my laptops keys makes me think more about the words im typing than i normally do. normally, its bullshit. all of it.

lets go sailing in our sea of lies, in a boat built on distrust, with sails made of angst, and a captain named nothing

i completely have lost focus of almost everything.
maybe im just angry at my parents.
maybe im angry at love, not in love with it.
it could be alot of these things.
it could be none of them.

i dont want to say it....

.

im going to go ahead 164 days from now i might cry.

listening listening shirt in the closet

so im going to say i give myself some super-uber fucking props on my decision back in fucking august or whenever to make my email thundershelton when in fact my winona talks about the thunder quite about the thunder.
FACE.

true fact, if i was gay, id be an otter.

new years resolution is to blog more so im going to do that.
your reading this, and your thinking, what?
because this will be involved in the puzzle.
itll be almost as magical as we thought P.O. would be
FACE AGAIN RYAN ROSS. FACE AGAIN.

its not that i want you dead, im just going to try to murder you next time we're alone.



so last night was funnn

except time consuming.





im not going into fucking details.


^that makes me laugh.
almost as much as pretty in punk followed by WAMS





fo shizzles pizzle nizzles

cummedyizzles.

it is time for avenues to merge, and wallets to splurge

;)







cummedyegha.








fuckers.

i dont feel any different

in the tibetan philosphy, sovia plath sense of the word
we're always different
on cellular, molecular levels, neurologically frequently of course
but i dont FEEL any different
but i sure as hell seem different
i like it?
"quote"

"unquote"
i hope that messes up some java shit
yeah
but i bought a cd
i immediately check out cameos, representation, a&r, label

i was goddamn proud of myself



theres a gray area
but black and white have yet to become less contrasive to me
and im working on rules and boundaries, and of course fuli


cummedyegha
i thought i saw something rip.

not who you think who i am wrinkles

ive been denied all the best ultrasex
mo
lest
it never gets old.
hahaha
ahh
tis folie a deux season
and boy has it been folie a doozy
damn fuck
fuck
and other assorted things
does my goddamn room look more stupid than i do, cuz i look fucking SEXY
right now, i dont care what you say

i will never beleive in anything again, detox just a retox. safeman, we had a good run, besides the dollar is down. my friends all lie and say they only want the best wishes for me. hurry hurry, you put my head in such a flurry flurry, wishes bounce me weightless. call me, mr. benzedrine, if home is were the heart is then were all just fucked.

that almost sounds like a song.

hoo ha


cummedyegha
mdyecmghaeu

want to see my sad face? want to see the sadder version?

well
so i went to get me mother fluckin blog on tonight
and i looked at it pre blog
and happened to be listening to the song i talked about before
HA
a jackass called god had a box of pencils called destiny.
so yeah.
im probably goin' to hell...
but thats ok for me
FACT
im going to write a poem.
in like, 30 seconds.
i need another minute
9not the poem^)


POEM:
oh carmen, where art thou tonight
cause i was fucking at a club
and you were fucking your life again
i dont know, if its the way you climax
or if its the way im over you
but the little man inside me is saying nothing else
except this is the first time youve listened to her in ages
so i dont want to bring up yours.
its just something im loving for a second
because its so famous, so...so it
everyone has had it though, a taste once or twice
and they dont appreciate you the way i did
and those goddamn horns, they dont turn me on anymore
but the strings of a king, it might do the trick
because that king is more known than a queen
and freddy mercury is reembodied, maybe in me,
maybe in that gay dude who so is in the closet
but thats not me
not matter how it gets faster
more exciting
more to my favorite
i love it.
but itll be over all to soon, not the way i want it
then there will be far to little to contemplate.
but ill enjoy, ill create, ill recreate it, and ill recreationalilze it.
nice.
its not like you are waiting, you know its started.
bolder and bolder, and you feel it start, not hear it
bum bum bum, its so scary
but the most exciting thing ive ever heard.
going where no mans gone before.
and death is not a place
and if it was, it wouldnt count.
how is it over, are you serious?
i dont know, whatever.
return now to hell.
demon.
thing.
woman.
pants.
wentz....
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`


wow.
so shit, that was fucking 3 poems in one...

want to play a little game?

when you come to realize my genius, tell me what i had playing
and ill love you forever.
ill be waiting.


cummedyegha
your one and lonely.

ah, try fried canton seven style, eek

i found a homecoming song.
whoopee.
its so delicious.
now go put some sunglasses on before you continue reading this, and get a mirror.


now look in the mirror.
what do you and a frog have in common?
your both green with envy and look like idiots with sunglasses on.


you cant spell
cummedyehga
without me

once you hit the patch, no turning back

i fuckin see why now.
i mean i understood it, but i didnt know it.
and now i understand.
3 songs deep.
and ill keep with it
since it was less than 2 dollars for all of it.
best of the best.
none of the rest.
im a fucking poet.
and im self aware.
happiness is a state of mind, drama.
so im on my way, just many many more years, and insecurites and failures.
can wait to falll asleep, pissed that imma wake, unwanting the undesired wakeup i caNt escape.
e-s-c-a-p-e
ess. cah. pey.
=/
cummedyegh

i brought 3 tshirts and a pair of jeans for a 5 day trip.

ive never been in love
while i was concious.

so i just found out today this death thing applies to me too...

on a brighter note.
that opening statement (oh yes its a statement)
is so true.
ive had so many dreams of being in love, never have felt in in reality.
much love mary j

peashizzles
cummedyegha
andd all those other goodbyes

you go malachi

just here to figure out how to brighten up my life.
no, thats not true at all.

welcome heights-bound goers (here thar be wolves)

"one day i might need you
one day i might see you
one day i might scream for you
at the top of my lunges"
-yours truly

shit yeah i just made that up
mind you
dont go telling everyone
.
.
.
but on a novemberistic note
there is a touch of romance in the air.
and for that, i will apologize to noone
cause she is hot as shit in black with eyeliner.
and heels for that matter
but we'll get into that later.
oh my god.
i have to be not him ,cause if im him, its that all over again, and not to mention if that other thing is all over again (which i wont let it be) but if it is i wont do it and then itll be easier, except itll be harder but it wont be cause its not.
that is rye-inian logic right there.
you must know all to understand all to know what that mofo is talking about
for christs sake
knowledge might be power.
just like im knowledgeable of how fucking agraid i am that someone might tickle my feet right exactly now.
holy shitness....
.
.
.to do this week [hn bknl.bn;b;kjbhlgvkfjchgx dfhyevb.]
~be awsome
~dont shave
~record a song or 3
~do well (not involving the awesomeness that may or not may not be in reltions with this)
~where glasses
~learn something new
~pay minimilist attention
~learn down and out
~be sexy
~feel sexy
~sing carmina baurana

(/)
cummedyegha
-the greatest man thinking

is so ready for you hal, bring it on, your my favorite fucker.

what a folk-singer thinks about semi-national holiday; a pumpkin doing the charleston, never forgetting the foxtrot: the pleaded plaid pitchforks story of sorrow and the suburban wastelands "like this"


he doesnt think that we cant ever go around
more than once
more than twice
yet we've proved him wrong, not three times

and the last thing on my mind
is what i want to do tomorow
its not about the before, not about the later
its about the now
and the best thing is i love every thing about it

he will watch us with firey eyes
and i will stare back into them
and its a contest that cant be won
because all i am is human
all he is is a demonic thing which can only feel joy

the last time i have visited you was not of any consequence
and for that i will not dwell upon
becauase all of us, every single one
have darkened eyes, and even darker morals

it feels nice to turn around never looking back
and thinking how you are paid to do nothing
if not nothing something
and if something
the most insignifigant possible thing

so we returned
are faces changed
and with one look around
we noticeed that we werent alone
not in of that we were the different ones
but the way everyone was
had changed to an incomprehensible level
and with that
we high-tailed it the shit out of there
but we remembered
that its not always the person that changes
its what changes that person

how cliche
for me to say
i love you
mr night

and every day
i cannot stay
is one more day
for me to come home

but we dont want to do this at all
the burden of this happiness has drug me down
not my friends, they have always been stronger
but its ok, for ill rest and plot and dream and write
and think and breath and dream some more
until once again, the stranger within me
knocks on my own door

this is most certainly not england

so as i dwell upon life and ryan ross tonight, an idea popped into my brain which i had never even contemplated before.
what i would be like fucking someone who i actually liked, and who liked me back, and having a good time doing it.
not just doing it for the hardest fuckin orgy you can get, or cause you wanna dominate someone as much as possible.
and its like, that doesnt sound to bad.
im going to sleep, then imma work on this new theory of life.

cummedyegha

3 months sober for 7 years straight

yeah so im not sure exactly
but my chemical is fantastic to a new level.
every time i hear them.
more and more.
get outta here.
get me out of here.
and mercy's desperate piercing is not half bad.
no no it is not.
and im rockin out to it.
i may even steal the so called lyrical melodic factor of it one day.

"im always a beer and a shot away from going gay, i just dont have the discipline"-ryan matther dunn

he may only be honorarily gay- im beneficially gay.

cause i came up with it.

haha.
cum.

as in cummedyegha.
you heard me.

The World Is Sound As a Pound [hey, i like sarah palin...no no i dont.]

=D

cummedyegha

hello little boys little toys

so whats it gonna take silver shadow believer.
ok- stop right there. can you pille them all of the items at the KfC into one bowl, that i can eat like im a death-row prisoner on sucide watch?
i want to sleep next to my guitar, so in my dreams i here muffled strums, i want to live in a woofer....theres nothing that rhymes with woofer.
trying to steal candy from a vending machine? Lemme show you hows its done... ... cajun style.
"ive achieved total sexiness!" rickety cricket.
does your husband know the way that I'm getting a new guitar today.
all you are to me is dead skin, breaking up my band wont bring you payment.
1 i, 1 u, 3 L's, & wane G, and im totally enjoying my headfirst slide into cooperstown on a bad bet.
1 i, 1 u, 3 L's, & wane G.
has hardcore thoughts about actually seeing the Boys on next possible tour.
"Brendon, there's a lot of beautiful people in Norway" "I know" "Jesus christ...".
this boys got woe.
Ford is Tobe. Tobe's Still still Got a Drinking Problem...stilll...
Uhn Tiss Uhn Tiss Uhn Tiss Baby.
RAPLPHE, GET OFF, THE STAGE, SWEEAT HEART.
i am a volcanoe.
has just found out he's been playing guitar for the past 3 hours in drop D =/.
has to name his first born baby murphy cause that was robocops name.
WHY CANT I BE MORE LIKE PALLIS?
im in japan...but remember you put the ivory, SMACK DAB into my ebony. but know, i put my chong, in your cheech. im talkin about love.
you put the ivory, SMACK DAB into my ebony. but know, i put my chong, in your cheech. im talkin about love. im going to play the xylophone without looking.
is talkin about taking a ham sandwich, frenching it, in front of your uncle.
I want birds to come close enough to hear them speak Aviation Spanish.
Good Morning!!! your about to call in sick.
some people have a way with words, and other people... ... ... ... .... ohh, not have way i suppose.
Ford is Sangara.
Ford is sick (coughcough).
I think i voted for Nader! NADER!
Ford is totally an exclamation.
Ford is cummedyegha.
the pursuit of happyness...that one of them pervert movies?
Ford is so dissapointed right now.
Ford has got a problem.
this is the best day ever.
Ford is a saint 0=].
look at my hand...
things are shapin up to be pretty (CONDOMS).
Ford is JAZZ HANDS.
Ford : been gone more days this year than i have been home.
Ford is chillin.
Ford is dissapointed with TAI tv this season =/.
you dont work here anymore =|.
shane valdez, will you direct my LIFE?
butch walker!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
g o d s a v e t h e q u e e n.
"i aint masturbatin"- Kai.
a drunk jackass called god, had a box of pencils called destiny.
keep god out of california! tell charlie daniels to write a song about this. god is out. he can have the other 48. or 49, whatever.
i dont care what you think as long as its about me.
alpha dog and o o omega low maniac.
send me truth messages.
beet farms.
pitchfork red.
Dwight you ignorant slut.
i hate so much, about the things you choose to be.
Water Based Lubricants~ Friend, or Foe?
Ford Today's Debate: Is it Wrong, to be Strong?
Bada Bing! Wit a Pipe!
pH pay third bay aryn.
the paul revere jumpsuit apparatus.
CLINTON SPARKS. GET FAMILIAR CUNT SUCKERS.
Ford went skiing today.
Ford is almost famous.
Ford is Janes Nipple

challah for the world

so here
i am
is this what you wanted
on this full moon
and here
we crawl
under cover of the
terra theres another way out of this
.
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.
.
maybe bruce is bangin dudes.
why would that be shady.
maybe bruce is bangin baby dudes.
/
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:)
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.SMILE.
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=D

l
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CYCLOPS!
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o
/\

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standin man.
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FJgzdflnzds
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^disease
m
m
m
m
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cummedyegha < love

Lucious little lobster tales

why, why cant i just go back one last time
to the place where nothing else resides
cause we have made it that way,
(thanks alot guys, your polution is kickass)
.
factories, fucking factories
and 3 eyed fish that you fish for none the less
we go under or over or thru the river
but it doesnt mean we can avoid it byracing away
.
and that is no excuse for what we've pulled off
cause i just want to see a marine mammal
or some shit of that sort
not in a museum, at least once before im gone
.
lets cross back to the other half of the city
and when we get there we can forget our troubles
and in the filth they will start to bubble
killing my little crustaceous loves
.
this song isnt about dinner
the main course will only be served
until you first arive, at which point
you should be scared cause i think
some thought has just arrived
.
lets drop anchor in puddle of mud
and find an alternative entertainment source

balls, lady. balls.

ironically, with no planning
pete wentz said ball right after i typed balls
cummedyegha

the smaller the detail, the more of them, and the likely hood of me getting sex is all factoring into my day to day life

wow, color fight.
its so hard to blog now that my birthday has passed.
maybe cause that thang was sawdy fucking balls.
who doesnt miss home.
not me.
.

they are endless, they are timeless; oh shit dude, you see that door there?

the door marked "pirate".
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.
.
.
cummedyegha

these are 1 lined confessions we hope work out one day

but around here, we party late.
drink beefeater, not jack daniels.
umm...
thats all ive got for now.
stay true and bleu, and fungi and shoe.
cummedyegha
all the way from october

Candelabra, Halloween and Italiano

oh god, what fun it is to sing of those singing
of those who are singing of love
and the ones who get freaky like they dont know what the fuck is up
and then perhaps of 2 blackbirds and 3 doves
and then maybe just something that ended up up the butt.
.
that was a little poem.
.
it was about love.
.
the dirty kind.
.
and of kinky european sex.

its fall out boy season, for no particular reason

or Is it.
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.
cummedyegha

Your gifted

http://www.raziasshadow.com/
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this will be a favorite album of 2007
oh shit, fuck i mean 2008.
yeah, its gonna rock hard
hard bitches.
.
.
.
"Most importantly though, you banged each other. and you let me watch. awsome."
-Mac
cmdygh

sinfully delicious

i am one who truly grasps...how to handle oneself
.
i am someone who doesnt write the date on my school papers
unless im going out tonight
and im talking butch walker style.
.
i am not personally fond of whoever likes me, unless its before they do, and im unaware.
.
i am in debt up to my eyeballs, in deceit, and lies, and home mortgage payments
.
i am off the raydar like no other mother,
but the mother fuckers still find room in their submarines.
.
i am not who i am, but i am what i have, and where i say it, and when i think it.
and i make a mean eggo waffle.
.
i am lying about the lye stains that my friends peer pressured me into inflicting onto me,
after they read Invisible Monsters.
.
i am only telling a true story when i specifically point that out.
but none the less, its probably not a true story anyways.
.
i am convinced that everything is everything, and anything is anything,
and anything is everything, and everything is anything, and everything is a good free burrito.
you know what that is.
free burrito day at the chip.
.
i am the palindromatic, symmetrical, reflective being, simultaneously winking with both eyes.
.
i am my fucking film quotations, whether robert paulson likes it or not.
.
i am giving it another try, one more time, for the misses.
.
-cummedyegha

i used to shuffle and re-organize decks of cards cause i thought i was smart...now i do it only for the love of a deck of cards

i also plan on finding a free downloadable version of manhunters.
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.
.
.
im just throwin it out there, i could totally get down with a manhunt.
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its never sunny in cleveland
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cummedyegha

dashing

i just came to grips with it:
im living on the other side of the world.
peace out
cummedyegha

the saint of going, not leaving

how much do i love people walking into my lair unnanounced
THIS MUCH ->_____<-
no, its not supposed to be an angry squinty person.
its suppposed to be a small portion
ha HA ha.
ohh goddddddd
blegh

let your eyes come to life first

top of the muffin to all of you.
my hair looks awsome right now.
the superficial me has just awaken, if only for today.
buhbye
cummedyegha

just getting general information

awsomeness. sheer awsomeness.
it took me 5 min, to find, (and grind) a song and download it onto my comp.
it usually takes an hour for me to find a good file.
snaps fo meh.
but why would i do such a thing in the first place.
they recorded the song, because they need to make the money, and they wrote the song.
what morals do people even have anymore.
30 years ago kids werent sneaking out at night cutting up vinyl, so they get 1 track.
thatd be stupid, gosh.
-7 minutes in heaven
-"norways got a lot of beautiful people, jesus christ"
(and)-"i found those dolls...in a porn shop..."
cummedyegha
(im gonna think about what drug id like to do now, given the oppurtunity

paint me a word picture

my god people, i be listenin to panic's live performance, in Norway, it is =/> than denver. that means equalslashbetter than denver. EQUALSLASHBETTER PEOPLE.
is there no higher complement when talking about anything? esp. denver.
yes, so ive fallen in love i guess, and its nice. i cant wait for another fuckin album.
ah how the tides have changed, and i think they went south-south-west.
but were the bell-piano chimes necessary?
that may be a minor complaint.
i find it hard to blog my heart out when i have someone elses heart playing on the speakers.
damn, im a poet, and i fucking was aware.
song of the day. Panic- lYing is the most fun(of course Norway style)
quote of the day- (me)"whatsup" (buddy) "i aint masturbatin"
cummedyegha
teehee i see the cum word

shading is not shady

i just did some finishing touches to a school project (not a project project, but a fun project. you knows what is talkin bout)
anywho, im pissed at the spacing currently on this blog (it gets fucked sometimes) and i did some cool shit on my drawing, with shading techniques, and clouds and shit.
i had to make a "poster" of a "confucious", "quote". oh yeah fuck yeah.
i did "to go to far is as bad as to fall short."
and i drew a road, that just falls, like a cliff, with some bitchin ass clouds surrounding the words.
song right now- Cubicles
quote right now- "When bam came in to get his car fixed, i gave him a rim job. common misconception. although it was fun blowing him"
-Ryan Dunn
hahaha
yep
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cummedyegha

its a process

step 1. eliminate all things she finds wierd
step 2. slowly become closer and closer friends
step 3. reduce other relationships which may be of future trouble
step 4. go daytime dresden dolls on her ass with a day-reconnaissance
step 5. woo, whildst drifting simultaneously
step 6. come closer
step 7. make sure your in
step 8. lead on, and do it correctly
step 9. go for the kill
step 10. booyakatcha
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.
.
and that my friends is how you catch a cat. and not just any cat, the cat the security guards take care of.
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cummedyegha

friggin'

godddamn internet
will thy never be able to watch a fresh episode of ye holy TAI again?
bite me bill gates.
and then leave some money, cause i want to buy fueled by ramens clothing store, legally
.
.
.
BEANS(another retro guilty pleasure of mine)
cummedyegha

retro is the greatest thing ever

oh man, is retro is the greatest thing ever.
because everything gets funnier and great at the same time.
like catchphrases, or nails for breakfast.
devotchka =/
umm, all these blog titles, i originally started them, (and this blog in general i suppose), to mock pete wentx blog, but i think i lost sight of that for better and worse. and its going to end up being, im going to write a song, only using these titles, i already have ideas.
and of course, il write a song that uses the term "boys will be boys" cause obviously panic and the dresden dolls had no idea of the coincidence when they went on tour.
who doesnt want to spend a month with amanda palmer???
and on that subject-
who doesnt love the goonies???
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,
;
'
]
oh god
Oo
~
cummedyegha

saving face

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i got nothin...
.
happy holidays-
oh wait, its august.
I WANT TO NEARLY BE A WITCH!
.
buhbye
cummedyegha

i may be sacreligious, but i bring up god an awful lot

keen observations, and a new decision made today

after my last relationship, i figured something out

i dont want to talk to a girl about her problems if she really doesnt want to tell me about them

because ITS NOT FUCKIN WORTH IT PEOPLE

.

on a lighter note, happy moon festival, or autumn festival.

w.e.

its raining.

.

cummedyegha

an electro-magnetic pulse of vibrant recalls is rushing through my blood

what i brought when i moved
-laptop
-ipod
-song-book
-ihome
-a framed picture of the grateful dead
-favorite clothes
what i shipped and just got a few days ago
-electric guitar
-acoustic guitar
-skate-board
-magazines
-fav hoodies and some t-shirts
what ive lost
-ipod
-school lunch card
-creativity(momentarily)
-sanity
what ive gotten
-shitty fake fender amp
-skinny neck-tie
-leather jacket
.
.
.
oh my dad.
cummedyegha.
im having a bad night
....

what blows my mind: Pysochological b-j's

"im so desentized, its gotta be just, completely bananas to get me off"
-Carl
.
so
what to do...
lalaladadalaldaaa
umm
thats all ive got.
cummedyegha.
hey zeus
=P
fuck.
cummedyegha(its that awsome, it needs too be done 2wice)

If I had a hippo, I'd probably name him Edward.

i've been thinking about this since i put it on a few hours ago.

and it is that

the black parade is dead! is not a cd, or an album, or a concert, or anything.

its an investment in a piece of something everyone should have

and love, and scream to daily. or nightly.

~

THank you. for backing up.

~

i cant wait till my attention span grows to the point where i can see words, and officially just write a song.

i think so.

.

cummedyegha

the barney stone

after staying up last night watching how i met your mother
i decided to write a song right now, ill-inspired(and i didnt even think about this till half-way thru) based on barney
.
and its about a wing-man whos a dick
.
.
.
other than that, in my life.
i got a new amp, and its a shitty ass fake fender.
but ill deal, i need to make the best out of it till i can go home to my clorious crate, and reall fender
(:)
cummedyegha

queasyqueasyqueasyqueasyqueasy

i wrote a part of a song.
pros-
~it sounds good on electric and acoustic
~its very pop-rock while not being to FOB, while not being to stones, while not being stange ~fun to play original
~i think of guy ripley at night sometimes... not really relevant, but thats a pro to any list. .
cons-

~not super cohesive in the melody

~imma end up being super picky with the lyrics

~dont know if itll sound good on other instruments/ with others right now

~sounds like something from the original game-boy pokemon games, when they had a battle or something, and not the silver, platinum, crystel BS games, the blue and red and yellow ones. shit yeah, those were the bomb.

.

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so, who knows. 5 years from now, you hear a song that sounds like pokemon, has awsome lyrics, and is acoustic, or not acoustic, it is no doubt mine

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on a bitchingly lighter n0te, i just played saturday, and started it at the the EXACT point i wanted to, the first screaming ( I, READ ABOUT THE AFTERLIFE)

ohh my god patrick stump, i bet you smell like cheeseburgers, chicago, and love. . . .

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cummedyegha

chimichula

you did that! yes you did!

dude

100%, what i like best about yes, virgina!, which i just baught today

is that the packaging in the store

had this thick-ass coat of dust on it!

how awsome is that!

the second best part, is that inside the box, was a limpbizkit cd included, that also has some Who songs on it, and the Dresden Dolls cd had 4 tracks from stadium arcadiumS. mhmm

shit.

i just broke the case.

fucking plastic.

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definition of corporate america-

a starbucks cup ontop of unwanted memo's, in a garbage can.

yeah.

mid-day posts are vaguely more inspired than night posts, but in a different way.

i vent at night.

i laugh and tell it the way it is, during the day.

although i guess i do that for both.

so really i needn't have just written all of that shit.

yet im still typing about the fact that i shouldnt be writing what im writing at this very second.

now im bloggin.

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cummedyeghaY

requiem for a WHIPH-LASH

Of Montreal is under appreciated.
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im thinking with good reason
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currently playing- Heimdalsgate Like a Promethean Curse- Of MOntreal



cumeddyegha =]....=[

if thats what the jury wants, send me home, send me home

oh not to soon, will all of the anger and pain and tension and angst and fire and madness and magicalness within my mind heart and fingers will be released.

you knows what i be talking about.

my guitars arrive at my house tomorow.

oh yeah fuck yeah.

im going to stay up all night memorizing three cheers. because ive been planning that for months.

literally.

although i prefer to pronounce it like -litch-er-a-ly

lets go.

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curnt song

Fire It Up

Modest Mouse

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p.s. not to mention, Danger Mouse produced Becks new album.

reallly, are you people serious.

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cant see with both eyes at the same time

three cheers was better than the black parade- personal opinion
on a lighter note i know what i want for my birthday
god damn it, i forgot why i specifically wanted to write this blog.
most people spend their nights online, or reading, or listening to music, or partying, or fucking, or crying, or doing whatever. those are only the abnormal things i thought of.
i try to combine all elements all at once.

thank you for the venom- MCR

cummedyegha

i have only one conclusion george clooney

and that, is that the o.c. was not ment for the mortal world.
it was 100% not for any human who would ever quote, recreate, or start acting like a character.
it was meant to entertain those who already act like them. or will not act like people for the next several years of their life after watching it.
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just throwing out observations that are politically correct

cummedyegha

their songs they make sense but they dont. what were they thinking

how awsome is it

coming home

OH WAIT

i can't

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current favorite bands

J ROddy

Say ANything

Black GOld

FLASJDBLF

oh my gosh i would describe say anything as erousing.

very quite erousing.

and i just want to fuck gerard way.

no other man in the world.

or at least i want to grab his ass.

,phew* kimonos are awsome

and every single day i just

think of new possible ways

to create disturbances in

the world and it is very

satisfying if i do say so

myself

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currently listening to~Say anything- in defense of the genre

cummedyegha.

emo kids dont play catch =/

ive been blogging 11 days straight.

am i not as godlike as eric clapton every single day of my life?

also, i just knicked my upper arm

licked the blood

it didnt move

true story.

and

eric ronic has a beautiful singing voice

i have a heapin helpin load of work to do tomorow so i may sleep soon

will someone please tattoo a picture of billy corgan onto my forearm?!?!?!?!?

lups, i to G kafe barayns

and they are pontificating

i dont really know what alot of adjectives mean, but i stil use them.

oh well

cummedyegha

its quite the sensation

so im thinking right now

that it's a pretty strange thing, when you want the weekend to be over, just so you can see someone

and i mean someone who ive hung out with, for only like 3 days.

but the thing is, its something i havnt ever felt before in my life. honestly.

not like this.

i dont know, its pretty cool

oh, that and the kit-kat theme song.

gimme a break, gimme a break.

gimme a piece of that fancy feast.

those are the damn frickin^ words right there

ive also discovered the only reflection i enjoy seeing of myself is in the back of a cd.

or if i have on skinny jeans, in a full length mirror.

i wont lie to you people, they actually make my ass look smaller, and that is something im truly concious of.

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currently listening to- TAI Crowded Room

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cummedyegha.

cant a brother rock a kimono these days?

Satisfaction (get can't no i)

so today...

at a small show, the band played a stones tune.

and i new the first half, but i hadnt sang it in a hwhile.

so i was the only one singing.

singer asked me to come onstage

i sounded shaky and nervous at first,

but i got better, and im like "heyyaaa"

then came the part where i forgot the words.

that was the funny part

but i had more fun than i have in a while. so it was cool

FACT: in the jungle is a hard accapella song to get people to allow you to sing onstage

mmmmmmmMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmMMMmmmmm

mmmmmmmmMMMMmmmmmmmmmMMMMMmmmmmmmmm

cummedyegha

to the max tonight

Its called flapjacks in the states

question number two

why aren't you you, anymore?

if the basketball is filled with air, it bounces.

but when the room is filled with air, it doesn't bounce.

and when you turn a lamp on in a room, you can see

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therefore, you can't see inside a basketball filled with air and a lamp.

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cummedyegha

rasberries

ooooh
oooh
oooh

i just wrote that right now
and its going to be a big, big hit.

how much would it suck if a baseball went through you.
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"man you shouldve have seen it, his flesh explode"
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-slow motion
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cummedeyegha

air pumps and things of that manner

tally hall.

is truly.

and sincerely.

the next queen.

if they do it right.

and with those shining flood-lights as the only source of light above my bed, i think that they are staring into my insides, and maybe giving me the hiccups

hiccup

hiccup

hiccup

hiccup

hiccup

fuckup.

i stepped in dog shit!

cummedyegha ;)

in footwear we trust...usuallly.

another day, of my denoument-esqueqious life.

lost my lunch card

lost my ipod

lost my credibility

lost my faith in myself

and my city

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well i didnt lose my credibility yet, but once people find out this all.

oh my god, it'd be like the time riley threw that fucking foot ball at my head, when i was turned around, and i was already runing a 100 degree fever, and could barely stand, i felt like Dave England or some shit

yeah

so blast away fella's

"the cream always rises to the top, and im about to cover your face with my cream"

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cummedeyegha

theres not going to be any encore

my sisters and my brothers

is it better to avoid what you know is good for you, though you know it'll hurt you better, even if it feels a little good now?

one can only find out on their own.

me and my boys.

we'll eat your flesh.

fuck.

cummedyegha

I would definitely practically give music away but not really.

Topics: Me On

a woman- im ok with

a man- i aint gettin intimate with

chalrie bartlett- not a comedy

looking nice- is fine with me

george bush- not a comedy

george w. bush- not a comedy...as far as we know

pens-indeed

henry-indeed

pens-the word almost looks like penis

nixon- was framed

arm wrestling- i lost to a teacher

buddha- was infact a man

the dictionary-or is it

the rhyming dictionary-or is it god

god-morgan freeman copycat

jesus-may very well have been a shitty-ass carpenter

duffy-im to lazy to read about amy whinehouse

plural words-are so much more fun when incorrect

i am sofa king we todd it- still dont get it

lake effect snow-the best kind

ligthing rods-oohoohoohoo

meatwad-i always get heehee and santa clause mixed up

posting many blogs in 1 night-cliche

make the sherpa get you a target

THINGS FOR SQUARES

• not listening to SP
• talking about jesus to anyone who'll listen
• hating pie
• washing your hair
• conforming
• saying your a non-conformist and just becoming a scene or hipster, or emo kid, when in reality we all know you just conformed to non-conforming you FUCK FACE. I SAID IT. FUCK followed by the FACE. FACE. ITS LIKE WHEN PEOPLE USED TO SAY IT. YOU KNOW. LIKE "HA! I WON! FACE!" THAT WAS SOME BULLSHIT THERE
• any non ipod mp3
• mp4's
• mp5's for christ's sake
• hating FBR
• hating kittens
• loving bob saget
• liking bob saget
• not quoting patrick sutmp
• not letting kids read chuck palahniuk books
• not liking the smell of sharpies
• or spraypaint
• being a hater
• hating the Sandlot
• hating tyler durden
• thinking that fight club is a cult. its not. its an amazing book. dont go around sayying his name is robert paulson.