tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57450342011-04-21T17:48:44.844-04:00cuss n' guaranteeeven better than fried chickin'!robertnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2011100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745034.post-1148165226897967672006-05-20T18:16:00.000-04:002007-02-18T20:35:35.787-05:00hi,it's been a really long time since i've made a post here. the majority of this blog was written during my sophomore year while i attended raleigh charter high school. the posts directly below this one were made over the following summer, and during the beginning of my junior year when i began attending the north carolina school of science and math. it's been almost two years since my last robertnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745034.post-1099235319380184972004-10-31T10:06:00.000-05:002004-10-31T18:11:27.290-05:00god damn it. nevermind.
i think i might shut down this blog if only for the sake of conformity. oh. haha. wait, nobody reads this bullshit. no one ever has (ok, that's not completely true. hi emma! hi tre!(?)) but hey, fuck it! i don't have time to post anymore, and this is all such complete bullshit. i'm gonna go now.
robertnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745034.post-1095550180892754262004-09-18T19:15:00.000-04:002006-05-20T18:47:55.236-04:00I've been listening to a bunch of actual whole albums lately, most of it is really really mind bendingly good, individual songs have a completely different face in the proper context.The really really fucking good ones:The Flaming Lips - The Soft BulletinThe Pixies - DoolittleThe Arcade Fire - FuneralRadiohead - The BendsEastern Youth - What Can You See From Your PlaceMy Bloody Valentine - robertnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745034.post-1094526872649896282004-09-06T23:08:00.000-04:002004-09-06T23:14:32.650-04:00people in glass houses don't throw (i'm finding it impossible to make a blog post that makes sense. suffice it to say that ncssm is difficult and i miss being home with people i know and a group and being able to talk to things with my mouth. however this weekend of being with my family has made me realized that if i were to leave i would be screwing myself out of a huge oppurtunity and that i robertnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745034.post-1094009338023844592004-08-31T23:28:00.000-04:002004-08-31T23:28:58.023-04:00i don't belong here.
robertnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745034.post-1092776568670516212004-08-17T16:53:00.000-04:002004-08-17T17:02:48.670-04:00be jealous. i have essentially 5 classes being embryology, american studies, algebra 3, latin, and jazz band (sort of). but that's not why you should be jealous, you should be jealous because this school has a rotating schedule. so:
monday: 1st class is at 8, ends at 8 50. 2nd class is at 9 50, ends at 10 40. no more classes till 1 25, ending at 2 15.
tuesday: first class is at 8, ends at 9 45.robertnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745034.post-1092578759444501072004-08-15T10:04:00.000-04:002004-08-15T10:05:59.446-04:00i'm leaving at this very moment, move-in day was pushed back cause of the hurricane. i'll post my schedule when i get it then not post again ti'll around labor day. i'm gonna miss you all.
*tear*
robertnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745034.post-1091331572958664442004-07-31T22:56:00.000-04:002004-08-01T00:08:18.993-04:00this is the place that i want to be forever.
it turns out that i won't be getting back until late "monday" night. my bad.
however, i don't care because i'm trapped up in the euphoria of being in lovely lovely new york. it's right there in the perfect median of my lowest and highest expectations. it's beautiful and big and overpopulated and hot and dirty and the people are incredibly rude and robertnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745034.post-1091129090086090542004-07-29T15:23:00.000-04:002004-07-29T15:24:50.086-04:00i'm off to new york for then ext few days. because it's cool.
i'll probably be back late sunday night.
robertnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745034.post-1090522950649812422004-07-22T14:59:00.000-04:002004-07-22T15:02:30.650-04:00listening to loads of music including:
the rapture
rufus wainright
sufjan stevens
brian eno
david bowie
those last two are especially surprising. but hey "rebel rebel" is fucking catchy.
and on another quick note. i am a lyrical genius. not really, but i'm having fun being all prolific right now. i can't wait to start editing and actually writing for the band.
"1, 2, 3, 4, kick that fucker outrobertnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745034.post-1090350263863393292004-07-20T15:00:00.000-04:002004-07-20T15:34:11.123-04:00You know, the sun is in your eyes
And hurricanes and rains
and black and cloudy skies.
You're running up and down that hill.
You turn it on and off at will.
There's nothing here to thrill
or bring you down.
And if you've got no other choice
You know you can follow my voice
through the dark turns and noise
of this wicked little town.
Oh Lady, luck has led you here
and they're so robertnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745034.post-1089865595421889222004-07-15T00:10:00.000-04:002004-07-15T00:26:35.420-04:00it's been my birthday for about ten minutes now and i'm feeling kind of down. i haven't posted in a while and i didn't plan to start posting this soon but something needs to send that stupid song of mine down and out of sight.
but yeah, i sincerely hope i'm not turning into one of those people who get all depressed on their birthdays. cause if so it wouldn't be for your normal and respectable robertnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745034.post-1088625859084720912004-06-30T15:56:00.000-04:002004-06-30T16:04:19.086-04:00Sunday morning,
smoking gun.
We send the babies
out with the water.
Isaiah,
I have lost the
faith, my brother
I am open.
I can't live without
strangers kindness.
I don't care, anymore
Too many promises.
Too many losses.
Ditch the money
Isaiah,
for you have lost the
faith, my brother
are you open?
You will not live without.
You will not live without.
You will not live without.
We have robertnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745034.post-1087994541002414102004-06-23T08:41:00.000-04:002004-06-23T08:42:21.003-04:00beach. five days.
see yuz sundee.robertnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745034.post-1087612190130767582004-06-18T22:12:00.000-04:002004-06-18T22:29:50.130-04:00sometimes it is very difficult to articulate the things that most need to be expressed. but that's not a problem. because sooner or later, i always get it and it takes the form of a finished piece of shit or the sense of assurance i get from being able to move on to something else. but some things i can't write about. so i'm sitting at my computer, looking through my collection for the most robertnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745034.post-1087312616729163102004-06-15T11:16:00.000-04:002004-06-15T11:17:35.233-04:00Cause = Time
You come in, check my time
You got fornication crimes
I've seen your hope on television
Where you've been, wore my word
They've got tricycles in skirts
This is a mouth that needs religion
And they all want to love the cause
'Cause they all need to be the cause
They all want to fuck the cause
So take me down, down through this
Kill the common law that missed
This is the blood I robertnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745034.post-1086972580751459982004-06-11T12:48:00.000-04:002004-06-11T12:49:40.750-04:00hey check out my good buddy derick's website.
that whole line was a link.
and so was that one...robertnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745034.post-1086832340435833892004-06-09T21:52:00.000-04:002004-06-09T21:52:20.436-04:00unoriginal i know, and big thanks to Hrogndzeln for the idea/help. but anyways...
FAMOUS NUDES BLOG. WOO!robertnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745034.post-1086716834383446172004-06-08T13:44:00.000-04:002004-06-08T13:47:14.383-04:00The View - Modest Mouse
Your gun went off.
Well you shot off your mouth and look where it got you.
My mouth runs on too.
Shouts from both sides,
"Well we've got the land but they've got the view!"
Well now here's the clue.
Life it rents us.
And yeah I hope it put plenty on you.
Well I hope mine did too.
As life gets longer, awful feels softer.
Well it feels pretty soft to me.
And if it robertnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745034.post-1086639356485975472004-06-07T16:11:00.000-04:002004-06-07T16:59:47.273-04:00down there.
oh yeah.robertnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745034.post-1086623289262436212004-06-07T11:30:00.000-04:002004-06-07T11:51:22.216-04:00i just got kid a. which is preposterous because i've been a huge radiohead fan for years now but i'd never really listened to all of what's probably their most controversial album. for the record, it wasn't controversial because of sex or violence, but rather it's overall form which no one could really decide as being horrible or masterful. and also, if you've listened to one or two of the songs robertnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745034.post-1086195086944589242004-06-02T12:49:00.000-04:002004-06-02T12:51:26.943-04:00there's a girl named megan who stumbled across my blog while in search of someone to ask about ncssm.
the idea of someone stumbling across my blog is now sort of strange, i'm thinking maybe i'll go edit some stuff.
hi megan!
robertnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745034.post-1086114166329786272004-06-01T14:20:00.000-04:002004-06-01T16:51:41.873-04:00well thank you nate/hannah
Robert, your subconscious mind is driven most by Sexuality
The world is a sexy place for you, your erotic self leads the way. Whether this is because you're presently in a great physical relationship or simply want one, you are much more aware of the sexual undertones in situations than most people. This heightened focus, coupled with your vivid imagination, can robertnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745034.post-1086101284326696192004-06-01T10:40:00.000-04:002004-06-02T12:45:38.470-04:00my skinny fingers lined with magic dust.
you asked me if i needed your help.
i laughed at the thought.
i would not sweep into the arms of you.
this is how i've made my millions.
and the stars may set tonight,
will you open up your arms
and test to set your soul by me?
this is how i've made my millions.
this is how i've made my millions.
i do not keep into the arms of you.
oh my savior, tell robertnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745034.post-1085879748501498812004-05-29T21:15:00.000-04:002004-05-29T21:15:48.500-04:00so the summer has begun.
thursday was filled with conflicting emotions, basically all the ones you'd expect but they kind of cancelled out into this big vacuum. i mean, the very act of leaving rchs and my friends for what mey very well be the last time was...scary. i mean i was happy and sad and excited and anxious and regretful and very amused by the activities that had been taken place. but robertnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745034.post-1084832144690787072004-05-17T17:53:00.000-04:002004-05-17T18:15:44.690-04:00i did a little excercise today. i tried my best to walk most of the day with out hunching over and glaring/laughing at some invisible thing in the distance. i have to admit it felt pretty good. it made me feel secure and almost confident. i mean, i felt as self conscious as ever, but it is cool being tall and stuff. i think the most important thing though was that it made me forget about myself robertnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745034.post-1084582087370918692004-05-14T20:42:00.000-04:002004-05-14T20:48:07.370-04:00so i won second place in the squonk poetry contest, and my story sucked. i don't know why i had been so enthused about it before. i mean the ending is kind of cool but the rest of it is horrible. the other two winners were great though, especially kendra's. i think i might go out on a quest to go out and write a really good like tw or three page short story instead of those stupid single robertnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745034.post-1084150963154290432004-05-09T20:10:00.000-04:002004-05-09T21:02:43.153-04:00ever been at the beach and walk into the water?
a layer of the salty wetness comes rushing underneath your feet and it makes you feel like you're walking at hundreds of miles per hour. the mother sea that so vast and unbearably old taking you into her arms, all cold and empty and the prettiest shade of blue. ever stang there knee deep or so and try to think about something deep but just get robertnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745034.post-1084043843425988672004-05-08T15:17:00.000-04:002004-05-08T15:20:38.733-04:00:(
well, i'm back. my computer had viruses and spyware coming out of its ass and we had to take it in. 399 beautiful MP3s gone. on top of that, i have to reload every single program that i have ever had/plan to use again.
still, my priority is the music right now. i think i'll try to be more legit im by aquisitions from now on. no more Kazaa.
ok, i'm off to the beach. don't worry though, robertnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745034.post-1083110301456786492004-04-27T19:58:00.000-04:002004-04-27T20:03:21.543-04:00LET US PLAY A GAME SHALL WE?
i am not ever felled by the secret trappings of a crush or two.
i am never hurt.
i am beautiful inside and out.
i am perfectly self aware.
i however, do not realize how stupid you must think i am.
that is entirely a mask made to protect me from whatever.
i will be loved one day.
someone cares.
find the lies my duckies!
i think i'm off.
"upside down and special"
robertnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745034.post-1082783134275631402004-04-24T01:05:00.000-04:002004-04-25T14:12:48.483-04:00just got back from prom. lot's of trouble before it but then everything was great.
hanging out with people i barely know was great.
just standing in the background quietly and sulking for random reasons was great.
watching people be in love was great (ok insanely depressing, but great in it's own way).
dancing was great, especially when youre on tha floor for like an hour and you don't care how robertnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745034.post-1082668484390112072004-04-22T17:14:00.000-04:002004-04-22T17:17:43.810-04:00hmm. it seems that i now have an all new "gmail" account.
robert.guarantee@gmail.com
well, ring me up.robertnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745034.post-1082502019252738332004-04-20T19:00:00.000-04:002004-04-22T17:16:33.576-04:00upside down and special.
she used do pot in the 80s and now thats just a Technicolor blur, all heavy metal music and a hiked up spandex skirt. I said baby whats a little mistake between friends? and she said baby i swear youll never know. its not that her memory was bad but she just wasnt that kind of girl.
the last time we talked she was waiting for someone to come and pick her up between onerobertnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745034.post-1082250460214833482004-04-17T21:07:00.000-04:002004-04-17T21:10:34.810-04:00in maryland currently on my cousin's computer.
i had a revalation about a certain set of troublesome lyrics. i went to an admittedly awesome though migraine inducing museum. umm, i should be next on the next sunday not-so-bloody sunday. pam sorry about the prom tickets, i'll definitely have the cash umm...expediantly.
so...ok.
miss me?
good.robertnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745034.post-1081796678495515182004-04-12T15:04:00.000-04:002004-04-12T15:08:58.593-04:00I GOT INTO NCSSM AND I'M GOING.
not that i'm mad or terribly excited, just wanted to make the point clear.
so here's why:
1. courses offered include:
Music Composition, Arranging, and Theory
Advanced Music Composition and Theory
Principles of Recording Technology
Advanced Recording Technology
Digital Editing and Mastering
Jazz Ensemble
Classical Piano and Guitar
Fiction Writing: The art of therobertnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745034.post-1081618002970459722004-04-10T13:26:00.000-04:002004-04-12T15:19:52.936-04:00“jesus died a long time ago”
true love died in a haunted alley.
happiness died on a perfect high.
sympathy sent me a get well card
died with her babes by her bloody side.
nice died alone last sunday.
pretty died begging for her wicked life.
all of my passions died sitting in chairs
with their faces cut into shiny smiles.
its not funny and ill laugh cause im an asshole
jesus died a longrobertnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745034.post-1081562897651946172004-04-09T22:08:00.000-04:002004-04-09T22:11:43.403-04:00ugh. i wrote a song and i like it. damn it i really really like it. so tomorrow, inevitably, up with the self-loathing/bitterness/boo to tha hiss. why can't these moments never end?
/whininess.
school is upon me. i get the feeling that the next six weeks shall be intense. sure ap exams mean that GoPo and Music Theory will be effectively over, but i still have all the hell that mrs. newmark and robertnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745034.post-1081540127286452602004-04-09T15:48:00.000-04:002004-04-09T15:51:33.263-04:00 this whole line is a link to a bunch of mp3s by a band called leisure.
there are only 3 and it's all that they have recorded.
excellent stuff.
driver's ed was interesting today. well interesting=annoying for the first ten minutes where i was sucking at city-driving, then cool for the first ten minutes when i was starting out on the interstate, and then insanely unimaginably and unspeakably robertnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745034.post-1081461847724911472004-04-08T18:04:00.000-04:002004-04-08T18:19:33.873-04:00Eric knows. *nudge nudge*:
The sun shines down upon the sandy beach
My friends surrounds me and its all I need
These guys and girls they open their arms; their hearts,
And open their teeth up to swallow me
It is a basket of love.
Im oh so happy and ready to go
Threw away my gun and threw away my gold
Who needs money when youve got the mold.
Being pressed into a perfect mold.
My eyes turn bluerobertnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745034.post-1081346890053583682004-04-07T10:08:00.000-04:002004-04-07T10:10:54.186-04:00spring break has turned out to be pretty boring. on monday i went thrifting for the prom with pam at cameron village. (the bargain box SUCKS by the way). we found her a cool dress though. god i haven't written anything all week. life has just been so empty. my hate for my step father has reached never before seen heights but i guess that's to be expected.
so damn bored. famous nudes was robertnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745034.post-108099670315902852004-04-03T07:51:00.000-05:002004-04-03T07:54:22.576-05:00so i finished mah paper at about 6:30 (took a four hour sleeping break at around midnight). 5.5 pages it was, i did the bibliography at lunch. when i got home yesterday i fell asleep at about 8, it was very very nice. this is going to be one lovely spring break.
if eric gets better i think FN'll be recording on either thursday, friday, or both. so yahyahyah eric get better!
umm, i'm bored. and robertnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745034.post-1080875482797371132004-04-01T22:11:00.000-05:002004-04-01T22:14:01.390-05:00you remember that gopo paper that everyone's been buzzing about? it's 10 pm on the night before it's due and i'm just now finishing up my research. i'm thinking 2 am at best if i write a full out page every half hour. oh and guess what. i still haven't read more than...let's say 11 pages in All Quiet on the Western Front. a test on which i have tomorrow.
*vomits*
i could just forget the whole robertnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745034.post-1080860587460849582004-04-01T18:03:00.000-05:002004-09-06T23:34:46.550-04:00so i'm sitting in the park, waiting for my bus and i see a rat. it's enormous, it's brown, it's back is like a huge camel hump, it's tail is more disgusting than i can say. i've never seen a rat before, and unlike most animals it comes toward me in stead of immediately scampering away. i notice that it's hind legs seem to be messed up, or atleast he's dragging himself by his front legs only. so robertnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745034.post-1080684456034552722004-03-30T17:07:00.000-05:002004-03-30T18:36:56.310-05:00The Gobbledy Gook, and his Pearly White Friends.
there once lived a beast named the gobbledy gook
who would carry around his great gobbledy book.
this great black book was his gobbledy pride
and would never leave his gobbledy side.
he would hold it tight in his gobbledy hands,
his bright red heart for his gobbledy plans.
for inside this book were ten trillion names
of children to come and of robertnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745034.post-1080450888325300792004-03-28T00:14:00.000-05:002004-03-28T00:18:50.903-05:00Evil rotten witch has mewing cats in her black eyes,
but dentist does not dare hold hatchet or a bloody scythe.
He’s got his babes for fickle shoes.
She's got her hairy man-like boobs.
And it only kills us if our teeth won’t stand up through the times.robertnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745034.post-1080430361008651722004-03-27T18:32:00.000-05:002004-03-27T18:35:14.233-05:00i'm starting to regret telling people about my blog. there are things i want to say but can't.
*annoyed*robertnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745034.post-1080173697527879432004-03-24T19:14:00.000-05:002004-03-27T18:34:21.733-05:00"parkers posies"
walks home for hours. walks home for days.
feels reassured but allows no delays.
this child has been tapped in the ugliest way.
cannot sing to the birds and can barely walk straight.
goes home to mom,
make those walls nice and snug (again).
wont pick fresh flowers
or hug dirty boys (for now).
call up a priest
to be reborn again (again).
turn all those stains
on your pretty robertnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745034.post-1080001225655207212004-03-22T19:20:00.000-05:002004-03-24T20:59:36.560-05:00i fucking did it! i've found a way to get famous nudes tapes up into my computer!
the sound quality sucks but with some expirementing i should be able to get it. (update: i got it!)
YAY!robertnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745034.post-1079912178888020342004-03-21T18:36:00.000-05:002004-03-22T17:24:53.560-05:00looking at colleges. columbia is amazing, brandeis is nice, oberlin...is ok.
in a perfect world i would hit up some liberal arts school (preferrably columbia's) for a while in new york while playing with my wonderfully successful underground sensation of a band. after a few years as a subterranian celebrity and having made one or two classic and hugely influential albums i would then would head robertnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745034.post-1079832810592693402004-03-20T20:33:00.000-05:002004-03-20T20:35:56.936-05:00pink or the salmon. pink or the salmon. pink or the salmon. pink or the salmon. the pink is hot and sexy and it glows like butter, it bites like teeth. the salmon is calm and reassuring to you, barely a shade above the natural color of your fingernail. pink or the salmon. raise the pink an inch above your head and into the gentle light of the drug store. from below it takes on a certain air of robertnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745034.post-1079741892371380812004-03-19T19:18:00.000-05:002004-03-19T19:20:37.810-05:00An Imperial Message
The Emperor—so they say—has sent a message, directly from his death bed, to you alone, his pathetic subject, a tiny shadow which has taken refuge at the furthest distance from the imperial sun. He ordered the herald to kneel down beside his bed and whispered the message in his ear. He thought it was so important that he had the herald speak it back to him. He confirmed robertnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745034.post-1079647064041174542004-03-18T16:57:00.000-05:002004-03-18T17:00:08.590-05:00i love the weather right now. not because i'm a particularly dreary person, but when it's cloudy and cold the world seems to take on this energy that's complete yet very relaxed. the rain only adds to the effect, as would some wind. robertnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745034.post-1079594819455328682004-03-18T02:26:00.000-05:002004-03-18T02:29:23.623-05:00I'm submitting this to squonk:
"The Future's Just Regret Without A Name"
Thames reminded me of an actor; I can't remember anything about the actor, not even his name. But that's because I can't really remember much about Thames. When I think about him my brain explodes into a flurry of images and sounds that are all blurry and none too clear. It kind of hurts when it happens, but I don't thinkrobertnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745034.post-1079593929355184532004-03-18T02:12:00.000-05:002004-03-18T16:57:53.560-05:00it's nearly 2 am and i only started my homework about an hour ago. well, i've been asleep for most of the afternoon so i know a good 3 hours will get me through tomorrow, but i just find this very amusing.
i've found links to my blog in some very odd places, mostly from people i don't know that well but really respect. it's disturbing though, the thought of someone coming here and seeing my robertnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745034.post-1079483239820992402004-03-16T19:27:00.000-05:002004-03-16T19:29:42.076-05:00if your name be eric, or tre then look at oi suntan. revised goodiness.robertnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745034.post-1079394318949687412004-03-15T18:45:00.000-05:002004-03-15T19:03:11.733-05:00i'm fine
i'm fine
he always is
he is he be
there be no happy
be no empty
be no tired
be no dark
no laughter in his rotten belly
so to be he he be.
be we then we see he.
and the sun carries he
across the pond,
but she takes me back
when she sees me smile.
it knows that i've swallowed piggy
and brought you along
and it won't take our
dirty tricks or our purple songs.
he always is robertnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745034.post-107929931060106422004-03-14T16:21:00.000-05:002004-03-14T16:24:10.810-05:00i love this new one:
robertnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745034.post-1079230907746419002004-03-13T21:21:00.000-05:002004-03-16T19:32:12.543-05:00damn it i can't stay away.
i like this new version of oi suntan though. it makes no sense in some places, and it's needlessly vulgar!
"oi suntan (dirty sanchez, the)"
the dirty sanchez
takes the forest covering
his latin heat balls,
and shoves the hairs
betwixt her teeths.
he asks his girl to pull.
you see he wishes he could stay out in the sun
and he wishes he could stay out in the sun.
hisrobertnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745034.post-1079206482288487862004-03-13T14:34:00.000-05:002004-03-13T14:38:01.560-05:00ok, this technically isn't an update (i am not so easily broken, oh no), i just need eric and tre and angus to see something(s).
ok:
if you like any of em, or like one the best, then tell me the next time i'm online.robertnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745034.post-1078784103680823002004-03-08T17:15:00.000-05:002004-03-08T17:17:18.013-05:00i'm gonna take some time off of blogging, just to see how long i can stay away.
i'm not very sad anymore.
just in a bit of a rut.
you see, for the past few months, all of my writing has been for either my bandmates, or you my dear reader. it's kind of bogging me down, and i feel very confused. you'd think that these little posts would be enough self-discovery land for me, but that's not the robertnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745034.post-1078598797258781612004-03-06T13:46:00.000-05:002004-03-06T13:48:49.186-05:00i wish that someone could cut off the top of my skull, oh so delicately, so that my brain would be seen but un marred. they would take a knife, they would take a fork. they would cut a 1/2 by 1/2 by 1/2 inch cube, somewhere in the back. they would eat it. they would repeat. all the while i wouldn't actually die. they would devour my pleasure centers and what ever it is that interprets what my robertnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745034.post-1078280610664035942004-03-02T21:23:00.000-05:002004-03-02T21:25:39.106-05:00i'm working on these lyrics, mainly to make tre happy since i doubt famous nudes will be putting a lot of effort into recording the song.
an interesting character that one is.
"oi suntan (the dirty sanchez)"
the dirty sanchez
knocks the women down
by the bush of his balls.
the forest beneath his raging son
and grimy teeth,
like pictures of ancient lovers on the wall.
such pretty things
he isrobertnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745034.post-1078269958385623122004-03-02T18:25:00.001-05:002004-03-02T18:28:06.610-05:00look, my very first review!!!robertnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745034.post-1078269938882107972004-03-02T18:25:00.000-05:002004-03-02T18:27:47.106-05:00so i bought an angus cd, and well...
i'm really impressed. maybe i had lowered expectations when i started listening to it because people have bad mouthed his stuff in the past, but this isn't out of sympathy or anything from all the stuff that's been going on with sam. the recording quality is piss poor, and the drumming is kind of sloppy, but i actually like it. for all of his simplicity some robertnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745034.post-1078082515365564612004-02-29T14:21:00.000-05:002004-02-29T14:24:01.560-05:00i've been linked to by the kaye.
awesome.robertnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745034.post-1078076054872543172004-02-29T12:34:00.000-05:002004-02-29T12:36:20.733-05:00so i'm looking at hannah's blog and i find a minor yet interesting scandal on "the passion of the christ".
rather than give you the low down on my religious beliefs (christian, probably agnostic but i have to look into it more to be sure), i think i wanna say this:
the idea for this is bullshit. the only way mel gibson could get any studio to do put this thing out is because they're smart robertnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745034.post-1078025535597828622004-02-28T22:32:00.000-05:002004-02-28T22:34:20.920-05:00today was the kind of hell found only in the kitchen sink, fire and brimstone painted by the oils of your own family's consumption dysfunction. i could try explaining how i felt but it'd probably be better to tell you what happened and let you suss it all out for yourself.
i had slept a total of five hours last night. we were out the house by seven and had to be in durham by seven-thirty. today robertnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745034.post-1077886342627892652004-02-27T07:52:00.000-05:002004-02-27T07:54:26.060-05:00"converstions with people i barely know"
i suppose you might be right about angus' (hey, nice bell bottoms) cliche'd (by the by, your hair is looking really really...indy today) "punk" clothing, and his (cool shoes, where's your thrift store dude?) many other annoyingly "punk" (awesome shirt, i think david bowie's awesome too!) attitude (wait, you're into communism/socialism and you speak germanrobertnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745034.post-1077881022502823592004-02-27T06:23:00.000-05:002004-02-27T06:25:46.340-05:00the pixies have an official site, i'm now updating links. YAY. i might also ad a few blogs in there.robertnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745034.post-1077664567806109162004-02-24T18:16:00.000-05:002004-02-24T18:18:09.170-05:00e. e. cummings - kumrads die because they're told)
kumrads die because they're told)
kumrads die before they're old
(kumrads aren't afraid to die
kumrads don't
and kumrads won't
believe in life)and death knows whie
(all good kumrads you can tell
by their altruistic smell
moscow pipes good kumrads dance)
kumrads enjoy
s.freud knows whoy
the hope that you may mess your pance
every kumrad is a robertnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745034.post-1077662937067616982004-02-24T17:48:00.000-05:002004-02-24T17:57:54.903-05:00it has been a bit.
so what's happened? let us pretend you care:
i feel really strong as of late. i've been more focused, actually doing my homework, making up for the last six weeks really. life has become a game to me everyone's a piece in the puzzle, and i wouldn't say that i'm controlling them, but i have been very careful as to craft certain images for myself. like costumes, i am in one bigrobertnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745034.post-1077360543990636352004-02-21T05:49:00.000-05:002004-02-21T05:51:01.403-05:00The Angus
recently posted something in his blog that's pretty much made my respect for him grow by insane amounts in just the past two or three minutes. i'll admit i never really loved his music, but i think that's because i have really different taste more than anything else. (i.e. he's pretty much the only guy at our school with the balls to admit to liking emo (which i hate! (cool, a robertnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745034.post-1077230944027597952004-02-19T17:49:00.000-05:002004-02-19T17:51:35.920-05:00go check out the FAMOUS NUDES site.
it is my band. it is good.
eric, if you see this, definitley check it out.
you will be happy.
other stuff has happened. i promise to put one super post up this weekend. just...so...busy... robertnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745034.post-1076983777534444202004-02-16T21:09:00.000-05:002004-02-16T21:18:57.983-05:00i've been mentally writing out a really long post on race and i'm afraid to get started because that's one of the few subjects in my life that has some stuff that my friends really really don't know about me. anyway, it's a hard topic for me to talk about, let alone preach about and in the end, i don't (consciously) care all that much.
i've also been mentally writing out a post on how much my robertnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745034.post-1076790180775205452004-02-14T15:23:00.000-05:002004-02-14T15:24:52.030-05:00so now the damn thing is all attached to me. i can't do shit without it howling and whimpering and being all cute n' crap.
you know, we're genetically engineered to find all babies to be cute, it's a mechanism that keeps us from killing our own baby and ends up keeping us from killing any other species of baby.
umm, other things have been happening but "sputnick" has become the center of my robertnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745034.post-1076633654811537172004-02-12T19:54:00.000-05:002004-02-12T20:13:11.466-05:00my stupid step father bought a god damn puppy. i spent ages 4 to 11 begging for some pet larger than a fish (none of who'm ever lived more than a week). now for no reason he's bought a god damn puppy.
"yay, i bought her for everybody to play with. yay! (robert you'll be in charge of her)". he promptly walks off.
fuck.
oh, and through a very stupid series of events i've fucked up the pipes robertnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745034.post-1076548603968055672004-02-11T20:16:00.000-05:002004-02-11T20:24:49.623-05:00bunnies in the mud and silence in the skies, is being rescheduled.
quite annoying considering right after i went around telling a bunch of people that, i found out that maybe twice as many people as i had originally thought were planning to perform.
so yeah, i've said it once, i'll say it again...
GOD FUCKING DAMN IT.
(i luv this color)robertnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745034.post-1076461145943874672004-02-10T19:59:00.000-05:002004-02-10T20:00:53.543-05:00umm...i figured i should post before i fall back out of the habit. ok. i'm finally doing my bunnies in the mud thing on friday. i have a couple of people coming and about four people performing stuff. but that's ok, at worst we'll just hang out and eat cookies. maybe read stories, play a few songs.
evan cancelled on me for some reason, and i think at a certain point he was doing it just to be a robertnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745034.post-1076284055011607392004-02-08T18:47:00.000-05:002004-02-08T18:49:19.873-05:00you know, i should make more insightful posts more often. i find that lately i've been having less and less of those epiphany thingies. could this mean that i've cozied into some sort of set set of beliefs? jesus i hope not. i have too many questions still, far too innocent a view on the world. even i can see that for all my ironicleness i'm just a child.
that being said, i think their should berobertnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745034.post-1076193022729555962004-02-07T17:30:00.000-05:002004-02-07T17:32:06.873-05:00eric has a blog!
eric has a blog!
eric has a blog!
eric has a blog!
eric has a blog!
eric has a blog!
eric has a blog!
eric has a blog!
eric has a blog!
eric has a blog!
eric has a blog!
bitchin?
bitch on!robertnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745034.post-1076180442987682572004-02-07T14:00:00.000-05:002004-02-07T14:07:22.373-05:00all night band practice last night. we got quite a bit done, i finally began to put down some vocals and came to the realization that i have a very mediocre voice.
well...in all honesty i think i have a really bad voice. i happen to know the theory behind singing really really really well and i have an assload of experience, which makes me sound pretty good. but the actual pure sound of my robertnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745034.post-1076015912605852702004-02-05T16:18:00.000-05:002004-02-05T16:20:14.746-05:00"so this guy walks into a bar and-ow-". Frederick Johnsonrobertnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745034.post-1075952003066241852004-02-04T22:33:00.000-05:002004-02-05T16:18:18.060-05:00bunnies in the mud and silence in the skies comes feb. 13
(dr. h signed off on it, woo!).
my mom found my blog. *shudder*
somehow i doubt this will change the way i write, not that i don't care. in fact i am many negative emotions and states of beings.
g'bye me' love.robertnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745034.post-1075848564479992162004-02-03T17:49:00.000-05:002004-02-03T18:03:26.090-05:00oh my god this is the funniest thing i have ever seen.
preview:
I GRABBED THE HOOKER BY HER HAIR
Angry "clamping" of fist followed by three or four violent shakes.
that's enough for now. hehehehehe....HAHAHA...robertnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745034.post-1075847277412244612004-02-03T17:27:00.000-05:002004-02-03T17:29:37.483-05:00I found this in the sent messages folder of my email account. it's something that i was emailing nate in response to an old post of his. i don't think it ever went through, but it's kind of interesting--
In a would-be spontaneous response to your blog entry from friday:
The things I have come to believe.
Every single one of us goes out there making some attempt to better ourselves, even if robertnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745034.post-1075846231466986092004-02-03T17:10:00.000-05:002004-02-03T17:12:11.750-05:00i recently added a link to evan's blog as promised. in order to read it you have to register with blurty and then sign him on as one of your friends. then you have to tell him so that you can be signed on as one of his friends and able to see the blog. umm, don't assume he'll automatically sign you up, evan i love you but you can be a bit moody. also, before you can sign anyone on as a friend yourobertnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745034.post-1075773629545545012004-02-02T21:00:00.000-05:002004-02-02T21:02:09.140-05:00i have found that all blogs seem to invariably go down one of two roads. They either become wrapped completely around the author's pathetic, weasely little life or are turned into preachy documentations of someone's moral bs that you can just smell they don't live by.
of course no blog is purely one or the other. certain blogs seem to be neither, though they tend to fit atleast one of the robertnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745034.post-1075740193505566692004-02-02T11:43:00.000-05:002004-02-02T11:44:52.280-05:00all alone.robertnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745034.post-1075696548312335652004-02-01T23:35:00.000-05:002004-02-01T23:37:26.530-05:00urgent news my people urgent things bits of information scratching at the back of my skull peope but i fear if i start talking now than other worse things will happen that will pull us apart and ring us like bells urgency tongues and puffy eyed bitching i wish you the very best keep pissing blood and wear the green vest that we made you for christmas happy with new years and kings maladjustments robertnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745034.post-1075603732529066422004-01-31T21:48:00.000-05:002004-01-31T21:50:29.750-05:00sometimes i can be really very stupid.robertnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745034.post-107560311872509892004-01-31T21:38:00.000-05:002004-01-31T21:42:22.623-05:00"Stephanie from Detroit"
The sun burns the sky and colors your head
with the black bloody snow.
Curly white hairs that crack like old pearls,
with your hands cutting open.
You’re all tuckered out and there’s nothing left to say,
so we sit in the quiet.
Stephanie
Stephanie
I wish I could eat your face
and strap it to my heart.
I built you a ship but it was smaller than your hands,
And was robertnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745034.post-1075576571950912642004-01-31T14:16:00.000-05:002004-01-31T14:17:49.030-05:00"the boys i mean are not refined"
the boys i mean are not refined
they go with girls who buck and bite
they do not give a fuck for luck
they hump them thirteen times a night
one hangs a hat upon her tit
one carves a cross on her behind
they do not give a shit for wit
the boys i mean are not refined
they come with girls who bite and buck
who cannot read and cannot write
who laugh like robertnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745034.post-1075507633858293972004-01-30T19:07:00.000-05:002004-01-30T19:19:52.436-05:00 i'm finally getting "bunnies in the mud and silence in the skies" off the ground.
it'll be friday the thirteenth, after school from 3-5
if you love me please come.
if you hate me please come and then go fuck yourself.
read poetry/sing songs/perform monologues/summon pagan goddesses of lust/do anything.
please.
(there'll be food.)
i stole this from walt's blog. i find it more disturbing than robertnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745034.post-1075421814829266642004-01-29T19:16:00.000-05:002004-01-29T19:18:30.186-05:00my god, i just looooooooove to victimize myself.
SMILE.robertnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745034.post-1075418506393846802004-01-29T18:21:00.000-05:002004-01-29T19:31:15.763-05:00"Jehovah buried,Satan dead"
Jehovah buried,Satan dead,
do fearers worship Much and Quick;
badness not being felt as bad,
itself thinks goodness what is meek;
obey says toc,submit says tic,
Eternity's a Five Year Plan:
if Joy with Pain shall hand in hock
who dares to call himself a man?
go dreamless knaves on Shadows fed,
your Harry's Tom,your Tom is Dick;
while Gadgets murder squack and add,
robertnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745034.post-1075407548575982612004-01-29T15:19:00.000-05:002004-01-29T15:33:25.873-05:00"You are worth exactly: $2,001,250.00."
this is assuming i have at least an average amount of good looks and athletic ability (is it sad that i think i may be stretching it there?). this is also assuming that i have an above average sense of humour, but if a weird sense of humour counts as above average...then...yeah.
heh. try and buy my love now bitches.
you should find out how much you're robertnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745034.post-1075392501062398652004-01-29T11:08:00.000-05:002004-01-29T11:11:04.000-05:00You are Professor X!
You are a very effective teacher, and you are verycommitted to those who learn from you. You putyour all into everything you do, to some extentbecause you fear failure more than anythingelse. You are always seeking self-improvement,even in areas where there is nothing you can doto improve.
Which X-Men character are you most like? brought to you by Quizilla
i don't robertnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745034.post-1075390390528799172004-01-29T10:33:00.000-05:002004-01-29T10:34:45.233-05:00"Way of Light"
arrive slow keep driving
turn off your lights even
if it's well before sundown
keep the windows up locked
look at the outlines of wise men
two dimensional and flat
see the shepherds and of course
Jesus would be beautiful
this is the way of light
and we are here mid-day
we see the wires and plastic bulbs
the guts of light
and where the light would be shining
if it robertnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745034.post-1075390103207076932004-01-29T10:28:00.000-05:002004-01-29T19:35:43.763-05:00check this out mother $#$%&@:
a gift from jesse barber (click his name for a link to his website that he updates by force of whim). i don't think i could do better so this'll be my band's new site in a little bit. um...and it's not "the famous nudes" just "famous nudes".
robertnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745034.post-1075239027227455082004-01-27T16:30:00.000-05:002004-01-27T16:32:00.233-05:00no school tomorrow. i swear to god i'm doing my homework tonight.
by the way, i now worship e.e. cummings.
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