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tcckk..

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]]> ~bjornagain http://bjornagain.deviantart.com/journal/18515215/ http://bjornagain.deviantart.com/journal/18515215/ Mon, 26 May 2008 17:28:11 PDT If you catch me at the border I got visas in my name
If you come around here, I make 'em all day
I get one down in a second if you wait
Pirate skulls and bones
Sticks and stones and weed and bombs
Running when we hit 'em
Lethal poison through their system

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]]> ~bjornagain http://bjornagain.deviantart.com/journal/17532081/ http://bjornagain.deviantart.com/journal/17532081/ Wed, 26 Mar 2008 20:17:09 PDT We'll consume so much of it that we'll walk and talk like people with severe muscular disorders! Oh, it will be great!!
We'll all say things that we'll deeply regret tomorrow and some of us will even vomit!!!!!!

beer = root of all evil.

suck it....

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]]> ~bjornagain http://bjornagain.deviantart.com/journal/16890557/ http://bjornagain.deviantart.com/journal/16890557/ Thu, 14 Feb 2008 21:09:45 PST
Fact: 41% of americans support legalizing marijuana (zogby).

That's less than half. So, by using my amazing powers of deduction, I can extrapolate that like...more than half of Americans oppose legalizing marijuana. We do still live in a Democracy, more or less, and in order to change law we need to change public perception.

This is a hard task. Especially considering the U.S. drug czar has an annual advertising budget of $60 million, which he uses primarily to run anti-marijuana ad campaigns. [note: $60 million is in FY2009, 44% less than in previous years] So I have decided to present a new argument. Well, it's actually not new, but rather underused. Here we go. Legalizing marijuana is in your interest. Whoever you are, wherever you live, whatever you believe, unless you are the White House drug czar, John Walters.


How would you like to pay less money in taxes?
Sound good? Legalizing marijuana would save the american taxpayers an estimated $44 billion every fiscal year.

How would you like free, quality health care?
Legalizing marijuana would save the federal government billions of dollars every year, enough money to make serious steps in that direction.

How would you like to see more responsive cops on your streets?
A marijuana user is arrested every 38 seconds. Legalizing marijuana would free up significant amounts of resources for law enforcement agencies that could then be focused on, say, violent crime or terrorism.

Want to reduce crime in your neighborhood?
Legalizing marijuana would put drug trafficking organizations between a rock and a hard place. No one is going to buy their marijuana from gangster Joe if they can go around the corner and buy it at 7 11.

Would you like to see our country have more money and government resources being spent on things that improve your quality of life? Taxing marijuana like tobacco would produce an estimated $37 billion in tax revenue.

How about improvements to the economy?
Isn't that good for everyone? Marijuana is currently America's largest cash crop, producing more money in the United States than other other crop. That is a booming market that, under current regulation, does nothing but line the pockets of criminal organizations. Legalizing the production and sale of marijuana would mean that we could tax and regulate it. We could benefit from it rather than be harmed by it.

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so i have this brilliant thoght that im goign to become a seismologist, and i really dont want to go to school very far away, GUESS WHAT the only school with a fucking geophysics/seismology major in illinois is the university of chicago. how the hell do i prove to them that I CAN do well enough to get in goddamnit!!!! HOW AM I EVER GOING TO DO THIS!?!?! i'm freaking out.

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enter = start
ctrl= select
and arrow keys
z= B
x= A

May i recommend Anticipation??: [link]

GET GOING!!!!!!!Let your inner nerd out!!!!!!!!!!

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in other news, there's this boy,named DeeDee.
well, he's the cream and sugar to my coffee...

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Motzart wrote the tune of "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star" when he was 5 years old.

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History: on this date in 1493, Columbus began his journey back to Spain to report his discovery.

Trivia: During her lifetime, only 7 of Emily Dickinson's poems were published. Approximately 1,770 completed andfragmented poems were found after her death in 1886.

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HAPPY NEW YEAR

Today's Thought: "laughter is the shortest distance between two people." - Victor Borge

History: On this date in 1888 the U.S. Patient Office issued a patent for artificial drinking straws.

Fact: the eyes of some birds weigh more than their bodies.

]]> ~bjornagain http://bjornagain.deviantart.com/journal/15566158/ http://bjornagain.deviantart.com/journal/15566158/ Sun, 18 Nov 2007 17:18:57 PST Lend me an ear to talk to.
Can I call out and scream, the ways of the world,
Have got me singing another tune.
But the words are so familiar, I heard it before.
And you might dare to sing along.
With the crickets out chirping a random song,
Maybe I'll throw myself a bone.

Maybe I'll throw myself to the dogs,
But my back's not to the wall.
Maybe I'll lay some bricks for the man,
But the days just aren't that long.
So if I settle back and chill,
Will I see far enough to feel the angel's dream?
I thought it was the story of the world.

<3 disco biscuits. -story of the world ]]> ~bjornagain http://bjornagain.deviantart.com/journal/15175990/ http://bjornagain.deviantart.com/journal/15175990/ Mon, 22 Oct 2007 16:02:16 PDT
shit.

and, slugs have noses.

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]]> ~bjornagain http://bjornagain.deviantart.com/journal/14820312/ http://bjornagain.deviantart.com/journal/14820312/ Thu, 27 Sep 2007 21:35:26 PDT Tell me that you love me more
Sleepless long nights
That is what my youth was for..."

who am i kidding!!

sleepless night, here i come!!!

mwwwa my dd, i love you!



]]> ~bjornagain http://bjornagain.deviantart.com/journal/13994560/ http://bjornagain.deviantart.com/journal/13994560/ Fri, 03 Aug 2007 00:02:58 PDT I beat a biter down with an aluminum bat
a lot of people they be Jonesin' just to hear me rock the mic
they'll be staring at the radio
staying up all night
so like a pimp I'm pimpin'
I got a boat to eat shrimp in
Nothing wrong with my leg just B-boy limpin'
Got arrested at the Mardi Gras for jumping on a float
My man MCA's got a beard like a billy goat
oowah oowah is my disco call
MCA hu-huh I'm gettin' rope y'all
Routines I bust rhymes I write
And I'll be busting routines and rhymes all night
Like eating burgers or chicken or you'll be picking your nose
I'm on time homie that's how it goes
You heard my style I think you missed the point
it's the joint

Mike D Yeah?with your bad self running things
What's up with your bad breath onion rings
Well I'm Mike D and I'm back from the dead
Chillin' at the beaches down at Club Med
Make another record 'cause the people they want more of this
Suckers they be saying they can take out Adam Horovitz
Hurricane you got clout
Other DJ's he'll take your head out
A puppet on a string I'm paid to sing or rhyme
Or do my thing I'm
In a lava lamp inside my brain hotel
I might be peakin' or freakin' but I rock well
The Patty Duke the wrench and then I bust the tango
Got more rhymes than Jamaica got Mango Kangols
I got the peg leg at the end of my stump
Shake your rump

Full Clout y'all
Full Clout y'all
And when the mic is in my mouth I turn it out y'all
Full Clout

Never been dumped 'cause I'm the most mackinest
Never been jumped 'cause I'm known the most packinest
Yeah we've got beef chief
We're knocking out teeth chief
And if you don't believe us you should question your belief Keith
Like Sam the butcher bringing Alice the meat
Like Fred Flintstone driving around with bald feet
Should I have another sip no skip it
In the back of the ride and bust with the whippet
Rope a dope dookies all around the neck
Whoo ha got them all in check
Running from the law the press and the parents
Is your name Michael Diamond?
No mine's Clarence
>From downtown Manhattan the village
My style is wild and you know that it still is
Disco bag schlepping and you're doing the bump
Shake your rump

humor me by a comment or two, maybe do the poll, . ]]> ~bjornagain http://bjornagain.deviantart.com/journal/13958943/ http://bjornagain.deviantart.com/journal/13958943/ Tue, 31 Jul 2007 15:54:58 PDT
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]]> ~bjornagain http://bjornagain.deviantart.com/journal/13369336/ http://bjornagain.deviantart.com/journal/13369336/ Sat, 16 Jun 2007 13:33:29 PDT My spy boy told your spy boy, "I'm gonna set you flag on fi-yo."

I said, "Hey now," "Hey now,"
Aiko Aiko all day, jockomo feeno na na nay, jockomo feena nay.

My grandma and your grandma were sitting by the fire
Said my grandma to your grandma, "Gonna get your tail on fire."

I said, "Hey now," "Hey now,"
Aiko Aiko all day, jockomo feeno na na nay, jockomo feena nay.

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MENOPAUSE, IM READY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!






















.......but i still want babies?

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]]> ~bjornagain http://bjornagain.deviantart.com/journal/12716407/ http://bjornagain.deviantart.com/journal/12716407/ Tue, 24 Apr 2007 10:59:33 PDT and my love.

My boyfriend's back and you're gonna be in trouble
(Hey-la, hey-la, my boyfriend's back)
When you see him comin', better cut out on the double
(Hey-la, hey-la, my boyfriend's back)

You been spreading lies that I was untrue
(Hey-la, hey-la, my boyfriend's back)
So look out now 'cause he's comin' after you
(Hey-la, hey-la, my boyfriend's back)

Hey, he knows what you been tryin'
And he knows that you been lyin'

He's been gone for such a long time
(Hey-la, hey-la, my boyfriend's back)
Now he's back and things'll be fine
(Hey-la, hey-la, my boyfriend's back)

You're gonna be sorry you were ever born
(Hey-la, hey-la, my boyfriend's back)
'cause he's kinda big and he's awful strong
(Hey-la, hey-la, my boyfriend's back)

Hey, he knows I wasn't cheatin'
Now you're gonna get a beatin'

What made you think he'd believe all your lies?
(Aah-ooh, aah-ooh)
You're a big man now but he'll cut you down to size
(Aah-ooh)
Wait and see!

My boyfriend's back, he's gonna save my reputation
(Hey-la, hey-la, my boyfriend's back)
If I were you, I'd take a permanent vacation
(Hey-la, hey-la, my boyfriend's back)

Hey, I can see him comin'
Now you better start a'runnin'

(Aah-ooh, aah-ooh)

(Aah-ooh)
Wait and see!

My boyfriend's back, he's gonna save my reputation
(Hey-la, hey-la, my boyfriend's back)

Yeah, my boyfriend's back
Well look out now, my boyfriend's back
Well, I can see him comin' so you better get a'runnin' a'right now
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

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WHAT IS YOUR DEAL "LOLLY" !?!?!?!?



p.s. Disco Biscuits rocked my world.

]]> ~bjornagain http://bjornagain.deviantart.com/journal/12612082/ http://bjornagain.deviantart.com/journal/12612082/ Sun, 15 Apr 2007 21:59:26 PDT
WHY do I hurt SO BAD?

SCREW YOU high school!

IM EXHAUSTED!

....something needs to happen...

]]> ~bjornagain http://bjornagain.deviantart.com/journal/12405213/ http://bjornagain.deviantart.com/journal/12405213/ Sat, 31 Mar 2007 17:18:08 PDT That's always under cover
And I talk til my daddy say
Said you ain't seen nuthin
Til you're down on her muffin
And there's sure to be a change in ways
Now there's a cheer leader
That's a real big pleaser
As far as I can reminisce
But the best thing love it
Was her sister and her cousin
And it started with a little kiss, like this

She starts swingin
With the boys in tune
And her feet just fly up in the air
Singin hey diddle diddle with a kitty in the middle
And they swingin like it just don't care
So I took a big chance
At the high school dance
With a lady who was ready to play
It wasn't me she was foolin
Cause she knew what was she was doin
when she told me how to walk this way

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but not really?

can anybody hear me?

can you see me?!

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Well, come on all of you, big strong men,
Uncle Sam needs your help again.
Yeah, he's got himself in a terrible jam
Way down yonder in Vietnam
So put down your books and pick up a gun,
Gonna have a whole lotta fun.

And it's one, two, three,
What are we fighting for ?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
Next stop is Vietnam;
And it's five, six, seven,
Open up the pearly gates,
Well there ain't no time to wonder why,
Whoopee! we're all gonna die.

Yeah, come on Wall Street, don't be slow,
Why man, this is war au-go-go
There's plenty good money to be made
By supplying the Army with the tools of its trade,
Just hope and pray that if they drop the bomb,
They drop it on the Viet Cong.

And it's one, two, three,
What are we fighting for ?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
Next stop is Vietnam.
And it's five, six, seven,
Open up the pearly gates,
Well there ain't no time to wonder why
Whoopee! we're all gonna die.

Well, come on generals, let's move fast;
Your big chance has come at last.
Now you can go out and get those reds
'Cause the only good commie is the one that's dead
And you know that peace can only be won
When we've blown 'em all to kingdom come.

And it's one, two, three,
What are we fighting for ?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
Next stop is Vietnam;
And it's five, six, seven,
Open up the pearly gates,
Well there ain't no time to wonder why
Whoopee! we're all gonna die.

Come on mothers throughout the land,
Pack your boys off to Vietnam.
Come on fathers, and don't hesitate
To send your sons off before it's too late.
You can be the first ones in your block
To have your boy come home in a box.

And it's one, two, three
What are we fighting for ?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
Next stop is Vietnam.
And it's five, six, seven,
Open up the pearly gates,
Well there ain't no time to wonder why,
Whoopee! we're all gonna die

]]> ~bjornagain http://bjornagain.deviantart.com/journal/11466491/ http://bjornagain.deviantart.com/journal/11466491/ Tue, 16 Jan 2007 22:02:00 PST
i fear this thing that is hairy
me it is really quite scary
it has 8 legs
and lays many eggs
spiders locations may very

my goal is to be one to inspire
even if it were high on a wire
i'd walk toe to toe
and not look below
though sweat i may perspire

the subject for me would be science
for me it is an alliance
to study the earth
has been my calling since birth
with it's laws i've come to compliance

my dream is to fly real high
to fly right up to the sky
above the trees
with the birds and the bees
with the sunshine over my eyes

family is something I’ve got
although there isn’t a lot
a sister up here
and a brother down there
and I fit here in this slot

......what did i do..... ]]> ~bjornagain http://bjornagain.deviantart.com/journal/11415829/ http://bjornagain.deviantart.com/journal/11415829/ Fri, 12 Jan 2007 21:44:53 PST
the holidays are over
the semester is over
stress is gone?
not quite
but
i guess it's on it's on it's way though.

hmm.. ]]> ~bjornagain http://bjornagain.deviantart.com/journal/11076709/ http://bjornagain.deviantart.com/journal/11076709/ Fri, 15 Dec 2006 19:12:22 PST
“When do you open your Christmas presents?” is another good conversation starter, as I think it explains a lot about national character. People who traditionally open gifts on Christmas Eve seem a bit more pious and family-oriented than those who wait until Christmas morning. They go to mass, open presents, eat a late meal, return to church the following morning, and devote the rest of the day to eating another big meal. Gifts are generally reserved for children, and the parents tend not to go overboard. It’s nothing I’d want for myself, but I suppose it’s fine for those who prefer food and family to things of real value.

In France and Germany gifts are exchanged on Christmas Eve, while in the Netherlands the children open their presents on December 5, in celebration of St. Nicholas Day. It sounded sort of quaint until I spoke to a man named Oscar, who filled me in on a few of the details as we walked from my hotel to the Amsterdam train station.

Unlike the jolly, obese American Santa, Saint Nicholas is painfully thin and dresses not unlike the pope, topping his robes with a tall hat resembling an embroidered tea cozy. The outfit, I was told, is a carryover from his former career, when he served as the bishop of Turkey.

“I’m sorry,” I said, “but could you repeat that?”

One doesn’t want to be too much of a cultural chauvinist, but this seemed completely wrong to me. For starters, Santa didn’t used to do anything. He’s not retired and, more important, he has nothing to do with Turkey. It’s too dangerous there, and the people wouldn’t appreciate him. When asked how he got from Turkey to the North Pole, Oscar told me with complete conviction that Saint Nicholas currently resides in Spain, which again is simply not true. Though he could probably live wherever he wanted, Santa chose the North Pole specifically because it is harsh and isolated. No one can spy on him, and he doesn’t have to worry about people coming to the door. Anyone can come to the door in Spain, and in that outfit he’d most certainly be recognized. On top of that, aside from a few pleasantries, Santa doesn’t speak Spanish. “Hello. How are you? Can I get you some candy?” Fine. He knows enough to get by, but he’s not fluent and he certainly doesn’t eat tapas.

While our Santa flies in on a sled, the Dutch version arrives by boat and then transfers to a white horse. The event is televised, and great crowds gather at the waterfront to greet him. I’m not sure if there’s a set date, but he generally docks in late November and spends a few weeks hanging out and asking people what they want.

“Is it just him alone?” I asked. “Or does he come with some backup?”

Oscar’s English was close to perfect, but he seemed thrown by a term normally reserved for police reinforcement.

“Helpers,” I said. “Does he have any elves?”

Maybe I’m overly sensitive, but I couldn’t help but feel personally insulted when Oscar denounced the very idea as grotesque and unrealistic. “Elves,” he said. “They are just so silly.”

The words silly and unrealistic were redefined when I learned that Saint Nicholas travels with what was consistently described as “six to eight black men.” I asked several Dutch people to narrow it down, but none of them could give me an exact number. It was always “six to eight,” which seems strange, seeing as they’ve had hundreds of years to get an accurate head count.

The six to eight black men were characterized as personal slaves until the mid-1950s, when the political climate changed and it was decided that instead of being slaves they were just good friends. I think history has proved that something usually comes between slavery and friendship, a period of time marked not by cookies and quiet hours beside the fire but by bloodshed and mutual hostility. They have such violence in the Netherlands, but rather than duking it out amongst themselves, Santa and his former slaves decided to take it out on the public. In the early years if a child was naughty, Saint Nicholas and the six to eight black men would beat him with what Oscar described as “the small branch of a tree.”

“A switch?”

“Yes,” he said. “That’s it. They’d kick him and beat him with a switch. Then if the youngster was really bad, they’d put him in a sack and take him back to Spain.”

“Saint Nicholas would kick you?”

“Well not anymore,” Oscar said. “Now he just pretends to kick you.”

He considered this to be progressive, but in a way I think it’s almost more perverse t... ]]> ~bjornagain http://bjornagain.deviantart.com/journal/10733309/ http://bjornagain.deviantart.com/journal/10733309/ Wed, 15 Nov 2006 11:37:17 PST
"what do you want for Christmas!"
"your gramma called again what do you want for Christman?"
"wheres your Christmas list?"

AHHH MOOOOOOMMMM
I DONT KNOW!

help, what do i "want" for christmas???????? ]]> ~bjornagain http://bjornagain.deviantart.com/journal/9676396/ http://bjornagain.deviantart.com/journal/9676396/ Thu, 10 Aug 2006 10:40:04 PDT
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Human dreidel spinning around
how do you not dizzy out and fall down
Iis that what happens when you feel the sound but if that was me i would be on the ground

I would not get up i would dance on my back throw my legs up in the air like i don't care
then wave them side to side then I'd bust into a windmill then right into a backspin

Freeker right by the speaker never seem to get enough
priceless thats fresh and what's space is posession like yeah thats the stuff
electronic stereophonic coming from the left and the right
its good in the day i like it that way but its perfectly normal at night

Brave girl with a lollipop binky and a face full of metal
her eyes is as wide as a truck in some body just for the pedal
Her mental clearance is high but the overpass is low
shes ducks her head holds on tight when she gets through she lets go

Cause she's a tweeker right by the speaker never seem to get enough
priceless thats fresh and what's space is posession like yeah thats the stuff
electronic stereophonic coming from the left and the right
its good in the day i like it that way but its perfectly normal at night

Yellow shirt bouncers gather in the corner
feel like the room just got a little warmer
pointin' at you what up with that
but dont worry yo i got your back, but
One of them dudes is as big as the both of us
big old arms, big as a school bus
looks like he could snap us in two
i aint go no gun so i think we should run.

Ii dunno about you spinning around
how do you not dizzy ever fall down
awwwwww thats what happens when feel the sound but if that was me i would be on the ground
I would not get up i would dance on my back throw my legs up in the air like i dont care then wave them side to side then I'd bust into a windmill then right into a backspin.

]]> ~bjornagain http://bjornagain.deviantart.com/journal/8731362/ http://bjornagain.deviantart.com/journal/8731362/ Wed, 10 May 2006 14:51:09 PDT

I haven't be this "fed-up" with my "surroundings" since.....

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-10 page paper due 22nd.
-i have no topic.
-it's my final.
-i'm already failing....just shoot me.

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I SPEAK MY MIND, so I MUST be a bitch.
I TAKE ANTI-DEPRESSANTS, so I MUST be crazy.
I'm IRISH, so I MUST have a bad drinking problem.
I'm a TEENAGER, so I MUST drink and do drugs.
I'm YOUNG, so I MUST be naive.
I'm BLONDE, so I MUST be stupid.
I'm a PRETTY WHITE GIRL, so I MUST be a nagging, steal-your-money kind of girlfriend.
I'm SKINNY, so I MUST be anorexic
I'm NOT A VIRGIN, so I MUST be easy.
I'm a VEGETARIAN, so I MUST be a crazy political activist.
I HAVE A BUNCH OF GUY FRIENDS, so I MUST be fucking them all.
My BOYFRIEND'S OLDER THAN ME, so he MUST only be with me for sex.
I WEAR WHAT I WANT, so I MUST be a poser.
I'm GERMAN, so I MUST be a Nazi.
I'm NOT LIKE EVERYONE ELSE, so I MUST be a loser.

]]> ~bjornagain http://bjornagain.deviantart.com/journal/8595119/ http://bjornagain.deviantart.com/journal/8595119/ Wed, 26 Apr 2006 18:26:15 PDT

Take a piece of tinsel
and put it on the tree
Cut a slab a melon
and pretend that you still love me
Carve out a pumpkin
and rely on your destiny
Get in your car
and cruise the land of the brave
and the free
But dont forget to understand
exactly what you put on the tree
Dont belive the florist when he tells
you that the roses are free
Take a wrinkled raisin
and do with it what you will
Push it into third
if you know your gonna climb a hill
Eat plenty of lasagna
til you know that you had your fill
Resist all the urges
that make you wanna go out and kill
But dont forget to understand
exactly what you put on the tree
Dont belive the florist when he tells
you that the roses are free
Throw that pumpkin at the tree
Unless you think that pumpkin
holds your destiny
Cast it off into the sea
bake that pie and eat it with me

]]> ~bjornagain http://bjornagain.deviantart.com/journal/8379468/ http://bjornagain.deviantart.com/journal/8379468/ Wed, 05 Apr 2006 23:46:38 PDT
"heeere momm thiss ssonng willl explain eeeveerytthhhiiiiing...ha ha ha..."



ahhh haaa hmmm....la la

She don't care about my car
She don't care about my money
And that's real good because I don't got alot to spend
But if I did it wouldn't mean nothin'

She likes me for me
Not because I look like Tyson Beckford
With the charm of Robert Redford
Oozing out my ears
But what she sees
Are my faults and indecisions
My insecure conditions
And the tears upon the pillow that I shed

She don't care about my big screen
Or my collection of DVD's
Things like that just never mattered much to her
Plus she don't watch to much t.v.

And she don't care that I can fly her
To places she ain't never been
But if she really wants to go
I think deep down she knows that
All she has to say is when

She likes me for me
Not because I hang with Leonardo
Or that guy who played in "Fargo"
I think his name is Steve
She's the one for me
And I just can't live without her
My arms belong around her
And I'm so glad I found her once again

And I'm so glad I found her once again
And I'm so glad I found her once again
Gazing at the ceiling
as we entertain our feelings in the dark
The things that we're afraid of are gonna show us
what we're made of in the end

She likes me for me
Not because I sing like Pavarotti
Or because I am such a hottie
I like her for her
Not because she's phat like Cindy Crawford
She has got so much to offer
Why does she waste all her time with me
There must be something there that I don't see

She likes me for me
Not because I talk like Dirty Harry
Make her laugh just like Jim Carrey
Unlike the Cable Guy
But what she sees
Is that I can't live without her
My arms belong around her
And I'm so glad I found her once again
Found her once again
I'm so glad I found her once again
On again

to no alarm, i was grounded that following weekend.
i believe i deserve this;
she is now, after a few repeated convos, perfictly content with my catch.
i'm sometimes, oh, i dont know, retarded?!?!
i love you. haahha. ]]> ~bjornagain http://bjornagain.deviantart.com/journal/8357068/ http://bjornagain.deviantart.com/journal/8357068/ Mon, 03 Apr 2006 18:48:55 PDT
So here we are tonight,
you and me together
The storm outside, the fire is bright
And in your eyes I see
what's on my mind
You've got me wild
turned around inside
And then desire, see, is creeping
up heavy inside here
And know you feel the same way
I do now
Now let's make this an evening
Lovers for a night, lovers for tonight
Stay here with me, love, tonight
just for an evening
When we make
our passion pictures
You and me twist up
secret creatures
And we'll stay here
Tomorrow go back to being friends

Go back to being friends
But tonight let's be lovers,
We kiss and sweat
We'll turn this better thing
to the best
Of all we can offer, Just a rogue kiss
Tangled tongues and lips,
See me this way
I'm turning and turning for you
Girl, just tonight

Float away here with me
An evening just wait and see
But tomorrow go back to your man
I'm back to my world
And we're back to being friends
Wait and see me,
Tonight let's do this thing
All we are is wasting hours until the sun comes up it's all ours
On our way here
Tomorrow go back to being friends

Go back to being friends
Tonight let's be lovers, say you will
And hear me call, soft-spoken whispering love
A thing or two I have to say here
Tonight let's go all the way then
Love I'll see you,
Just for this evening
Let's strip down, trip out at this
One evening starts with a kiss
Run away

And tomorrow
back to being friends
Lovers...love...lovers
Just for tonight, one night...love you
And tomorrow say goodbye

]]> ~bjornagain http://bjornagain.deviantart.com/journal/8308356/ http://bjornagain.deviantart.com/journal/8308356/ Wed, 29 Mar 2006 19:25:21 PST
"terribly good jumbo shrimp."

oxy-moron to the second power. ]]> ~bjornagain http://bjornagain.deviantart.com/journal/8279735/ http://bjornagain.deviantart.com/journal/8279735/ Sun, 26 Mar 2006 22:51:40 PST
Here we stand
Like an Adam and an Eve
Waterfalls
The Garden of Eden
Two fools in love
So beautiful and strong
The birds in the trees
Are smiling upon them
From the age of the dinosaurs
Cars have run on gasoline
Where, where have they gone?
Now, it's nothing but flowers

There was a factory
Now there are mountains and rivers
you got it, you got it

We caught a rattlesnake
Now we got something for dinner
we got it, we got it

There was a shopping mall
Now it's all covered with flowers
you've got it, you've got it

If this is paradise
I wish I had a lawnmower
you've got it, you've got it

Years ago
I was an angry young man
I'd pretend
That I was a billboard
Standing tall
By the side of the road
I fell in love
With a beautiful highway
This used to be real estate
Now it's only fields and trees
Where, where is the town
Now, it's nothing but flowers
The highways and cars
Were sacrificed for agriculture
I thought that we'd start over
But I guess I was wrong

Once there were parking lots
Now it's a peaceful oasis
you got it, you got it

This was a Pizza Hut
Now it's all covered with daisies
you got it, you got it

I miss the honky tonks,
Dairy Queens, and 7-Elevens
you got it, you got it

And as things fell apart
Nobody paid much attention
you got it, you got it

I dream of cherry pies,
Candy bars, and chocolate chip cookies
you got it, you got it

We used to microwave
Now we just eat nuts and berries
you got it, you got it

This was a discount store,
Now it's turned into a cornfield
you got it, you got it

Don't leave me stranded here
I can't get used to this lifestyle

]]> ~bjornagain http://bjornagain.deviantart.com/journal/8240437/ http://bjornagain.deviantart.com/journal/8240437/ Wed, 22 Mar 2006 19:35:58 PST
My boy lollipop, you made my heart go giddy up
You are as sweet as candy, you're my sugar dandy
Ha, ho My boy lollipop
Never ever leave me
Because it would grieve me
My heart told me so
I love you, I love you, I love you so
That I want you to know
I need you, I need you, I need you so
And I'll never let you go
My boy lollipop
You make my heart go giddy up
You set my world on fire you are my one desire
My boy lollipop, my boy lollipop

]]> ~bjornagain http://bjornagain.deviantart.com/journal/8087201/ http://bjornagain.deviantart.com/journal/8087201/ Mon, 06 Mar 2006 18:45:58 PST
So my firend came up to me and said,
"I think the weather is trippy."
So i said
"No, it's not the weather that's trippy, maybe perhaps it is the way we percieve it that is trippy."
Then I thought, man, I shoudk have just said,
"Yeah."

]]> ~bjornagain http://bjornagain.deviantart.com/journal/8078737/ http://bjornagain.deviantart.com/journal/8078737/ Sun, 05 Mar 2006 21:19:27 PST
I died as a mineral, became a plant, died as a plant became an animal, died as an animal became a human .. and then transcended even this...

AH-HA! ]]> ~bjornagain http://bjornagain.deviantart.com/journal/8031226/ http://bjornagain.deviantart.com/journal/8031226/ Tue, 28 Feb 2006 18:49:19 PST
one time a guy handed me a picture and said
-"here's a picture of me when i was younger"
every picture is "of you" when you were younger.
-"here's a picture of me when i'm older"
-"ypu sone of a bitch, how'd yo pull that off, lemmie see that camera, what's it look like."

hahaha ]]> ~bjornagain http://bjornagain.deviantart.com/journal/7945450/ http://bjornagain.deviantart.com/journal/7945450/ Sun, 19 Feb 2006 17:13:20 PST
rest in peace my frieds.....



]]> ~bjornagain http://bjornagain.deviantart.com/journal/7908042/ http://bjornagain.deviantart.com/journal/7908042/ Wed, 15 Feb 2006 15:38:48 PST
someone told me yesterday
That when you throw your love away
You act as if you don't care
You look as if you're going somewhere
But I just can't convince myself
I couldn't live with no one else
And I can only play that part
And sit and nurse my broken heart,

so lonely

Now no-one's knocked upon my door
For a thousand years, or more
All made up and nowhere to go
Welcome to this one man show
Just take a seat, they're always free
No surprise, no mystery
In this theatre that I call my soul
I always play the starring role,

so lonely

]]> ~bjornagain http://bjornagain.deviantart.com/journal/7876423/ http://bjornagain.deviantart.com/journal/7876423/ Sun, 12 Feb 2006 17:51:33 PST 'cause your Daddy's little superstar, and you're Mama's little butterfly
Fly high...

A strange strange litany of verses and reverses
ad-libs and rehearses
clouds burst and words cursed
an argument breaks out
it's one we've all heard before, it's boring
had us all snoring from the first line
one after another chimed in perfect time
tired rehashes of petty cashes and mismatches
you choulda coulda's
and "why didn'tcha didda's"
crippling snippets aimed at the heart
to inflame and impart blame
framed like Mumia
verbal diarrhea spasms
creating chasms between the souls of two
or two billion
nations torn apart,
station to station damnation,
with much deliberation and very little consideration
to the return on the damage from the altercation,
collateral condamnation,
then denyin' like colorization of an old black and white
create a revision of the recent last night
the fight that started with two words "I'm right"

You don't have to be so scared to share what's inside
'cause your Daddy's little superstar, and you're Mama's little butterfly
Fly high...

But of course the fight ends with no resolution
merely a vow for retribution, substitution, execution, electrocution
ruthless, toothless, and thruthless
mumbling to page after page of excuses
abuses of the gift of gab
Gabriel the trumpeter
bestowed upon us a voice with a choice,
and a tongue kept moist by years of salivating
for oysters...pearls and aphrodisiacs
locked in an ugly shell always to chewy and gooey
so they get swallowed whole,
but a tongue is so much more than a vehicle for greed
or the decipherer of feed,
a tongue is for washing fur
or for licking wounds
or for welcoming newcomers into a room,
or cleansing those fresh from the womb
without a tongue there'd be no croons,
swoons, Junes under the moon,
no bees pollinating no flowers to bloom,
no recitation of words at the foot of a tomb
or wills read allowed of the family heirlooms
you probably couldn't even blow up a baloon,
and that would be a shame,
because to exhale's the name of the game
exhale from the heart, not from the lungs
speak from the heart, not from the tongue

You don't have to be so scared to share what's inside
'cause your Daddy's little superstar, and you're Mama's little butterfly
Fly high...

Listening is understanding
and finding compassion, love is the action
of soul satisfaction
a tongue can make wishes and also fine kisses
taste a sweet cake and also cast disses
but nothing compares to the voice from within,
without it we might just be mannequins,
up to no darn good shenanigans
learn to be skillful movers of the stones
that block the heart and turn humans to clones
learn to forgive, set free the bones,
touch with your flesh, take off the rubber gloves
love like your life depends on it
because it does!!!!!!

You don't have to be so scared to share what's inside
'cause your Daddy's little superstar, and you're Mama's little butterfly
Fly high...

[thanks to Michaël]

]]> ~bjornagain http://bjornagain.deviantart.com/journal/7839055/ http://bjornagain.deviantart.com/journal/7839055/ Wed, 08 Feb 2006 15:41:01 PST

House Of Pain - Jump Around


Pack it up, pack it in
Let me begin
I came to win
Battle me that's a sin
I won't tear the sack up
Punk you'd better back up
Try and play the role and the whole crew will act up
Get up, stand up, come on!
Come on, throw your hands up
If you've got the feeling jump across the ceiling
Muggs is a funk fest, someone's talking junk
Yo, I'll bust em in the eye
And then I'll take the punks home
Feel it, funk it
Amps it are junking
And I got more rhymes than there's cops that are dunking
Donuts shop
Sure 'nuff I got props from the kids on the Hill
Plus my mom and my pops

Chorus

I came to get down
So get out your seats and jump around
Jump around
Jump up Jump up and get down.
Jump
I'll serve your ass like John MacEnroe
If your girl steps up, I'm smacking the ho
Word to your moms I came to drop bombs
I got more rhymes than the bible's got psalms
And just like the Prodigal Son I've returned
Anyone stepping to me you'll get burned
Cause I got lyrics and you ain't got none
So if you come to battle bring a shotgun
But if you do you're a fool, cause I duel to the death
Try and step to me you'll take your last breath
I gots the skill, come get your fill
Cause when I shoot ta give, I shoot to kill

Chorus

I'm the cream of the crop, I rise to the top
I never eat a pig cause a pig is a cop
Or better yet a terminator
Like Arnold Schwarzenegger
Try'n to play me out like as if my name was Sega
But I ain't going out like no punk bitch
Get used to one style and you know I might switch
It up up and around, then buck buck you down
Put out your head then you wake up in the Dawn of the Dead
I'm coming to get ya, coming to get ya
Spitting out lyrics homie I'll wet ya

Chorus
Jump

Yo, this is dedicated
To Joe, da flava, Dakota
Grag yo bozac, punk

oh shiot...... ]]> ~bjornagain http://bjornagain.deviantart.com/journal/7813180/ http://bjornagain.deviantart.com/journal/7813180/ Sun, 05 Feb 2006 20:06:11 PST

so stupid me forgot about Moe., thats right i FORGOT about my FAVORITE band!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!

somebody punch me...

IM SORRY MOE!!!! I STILL LOVE YOU GUYS!!!!

**WAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!**

oh shit. ]]> ~bjornagain http://bjornagain.deviantart.com/journal/7755336/ http://bjornagain.deviantart.com/journal/7755336/ Mon, 30 Jan 2006 19:32:16 PST

you give me that funny feeling in my tummy

aw shit, yeah, that's right huh

Rollercoaster ....of Love
say what ?
Rollercoaster yeah (oohh oohh oohh)

Oh baby you know what I'm talking about

Rollercoaster..... of Love
oh yeah it's Rollercoaster time
lovin' you is really wild

Oh it´s just a love rollercoaster
step right up and get your tickets

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Your love is like a Rollercoaster baby,baby
I wanna ride yeah

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Move over dad 'cause I'm a double dipple
Upside down on the big dip dipper
1,2,1,2,3 I´ve got a ticket come ride with me
Let me go down on the marry-go-round
All is fair 'n' a big fair ground
Let's go slow. let's go fast
Like a liqourice twist gonna whip your ass.

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Rollercoaster ,say what

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I will be there for you I will be your man.


hahah greeeeat song hahah!!!

1,2,1,2,3...! say what? ]]> ~bjornagain