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Im bored, therefore i eat. And ive ran outta beer -.-

-Wow it took me 2 hours to carry on from there hahha.

Im feeling abit guilty, i was meant to go to Lisa's birthday drink tonight, but alas no money until tomorrow when my cheque clears, so i let her son Shane know. And i just got a text from her saying 'no-one turned up, story of my life.' :( I think shes been drinking, so ill reply in the morning and apologize then.

Today i re-learnt 'Black Dog' by Zeppelin, so its todays video:



They dont make them like they used to. If i ever perform this live ill dedicate it to Lisa lol. If my maths are correct she was 4/5 when this was released.

I want to gig again. I have now stopped buying bass gear, so all that money is going towards driving. Money = Car = Band.

I am bored, therefore im eating. Ive ran out of beer too -.-

I'm seeking a friend for the end of the world

Euphoria Morning......Ive forgotten how beautiful this album is.



dont have anything to actually write today, well nothing i feel like writing.

brap.

Mmmmm new subwoofer and speakers

BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM the bass now goes. Although 17w still sounds tiny in comparision of the 300w my bass amp is.


This is why we created sub-woofers. Dubstep basslines.

Finished reading 'Live from death row' today, what an insite into the prejudiced US law system. Although the book may be outdated to todays standards, it still showed what life is like as an African-American going through the arrest, trial and subsequent life sentence.

Mumia himself had his sentence dropped from death, to life one day before he was set to be executed. Convicted and sentenced to death on the December 9, 1981 for the apparant murder of police officer Daniel Faulkner. Even with witness statements, various forms of evidence proving he was not the killer, he was still given this sentence.

He has served 28 years as an innocent man. Numurous re-trials and applications for re-trial and appeals have failed.

One day justice will be made.

Further reading:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mumia_Abu-Jamal

http://www.freemumia.com/

Took his religion and painted it white...

This week has gone so fast, thank *insert religeous anomaly here* that its payday today, im fucking broke. No more bass stuff till i reach a grand. I still wonder why i even write this.

I need to find someone who will design an extention for my tatts.

If anyone can sit through this track/vid without shedding just one tear, then theyre dead inside. Even ill admit to it.



The Europeans say us brits ''live to work, instead of working to live''. This is very true, well to an extent, theres still so many lazy fuckers around. So many of my friends that went to uni ''for a better career'' are now in major debt and jobless, the irony.

Ugh, im getting fed up with seeing his name all the fucking time. :-/

I

Black

Hey...oooh...
Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay
Were laid spread out before me as her body once did.
All five horizons revolved around her soul
As the earth to the sun
Now the air I tasted and breathed has taken a turn
Ooh, and all I taught her was everything
Ooh, I know she gave me all that she wore
And now my bitter hands chafe beneath the clouds
Of what was everything?
Oh, the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything...

I take a walk outside
I'm surrounded by some kids at play
I can feel their laughter, so why do I sear
Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin round my head
I'm spinning, oh, I'm spinning
How quick the sun can, drop away
And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass
Of what was everything?
All the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything...
All the love gone bad turned my world to black
Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all I'll be...yeah...

Uh huh...uh huh...ooh...
I know someday you'll have a beautiful life, I know you'll be a sun
In somebody else's sky, but why
Why, why can't it be, why can't it be mine

Cuntinued from previous blog.,,,

Naw fuck it. Cant be assed.

People annoy me. I see so many hypocrisies too, i hate hypocrites.

Cynical is the best term for how i feel.


Today was a productive day, i was up at 5 (reverse hang over) considering how much i drank in them 12 hours yesturday. It was nice to see my sis, cuz, fatboy, claire and my bro.

Given up on Laura though, if she cant be bothered to contact me for months on end. So much for a close friend. They all leave in the end.

I hope Sami's well though. I would write more but eyes are watching.

I did some gardening today, finally had time to sit down and practice on my double bass.

why am i writing this? I don't care. I am a hypocrite in my own blog, since i find the idea of putting all your thoughts and feelings on the Internet a totally pointless activity. I suppose I'm just that bored.

Back to the system tomorrow. I want to work to live, not live to work. This country is backwards sometimes. Everyones rushing.

Im still going.....

nah cant be assed now.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fAVev8rVeKE