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:: 2004 22 March :: 1.42 pm
:: Mood: chipper
:: Music: Kill

yeah...i had a real shitty night last night. i had a bunch of weird,creepy dreams last night. i was so glad to wake up. the dream woulda been cooler if i had a shotgun in my hands...cause i think it was due to watching Dawn of the Dead yesterday...yeah, i'm almost sure. hmmm...i wish i had a shotgun anyways, that would be fun...i'd go blow stuff up. (i just farted)

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:: 2004 21 March :: 8.21 pm
:: Mood: crushed

wow, its been about 8 years since i've been on here...and i think i remember why....cause nobody ever bothers to read the shit i post on here. its nice to get one or 2 replys every once in a while, jackasses.
i heard the funniest thing. my ex is going out with one my best friends....wait a minute...that happend before...and that ended up in him starting to hate um, dont do that again biOtch. hahahahhahahahahhahaha...geez...whos next?

---By the way---this is drew

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:: 2002 19 December :: 8.21 pm
:: Music: Chevelle - Forfeit

i hate this world that i've been put on
What a skeletal wreck of man this is.
Translucent flesh and feeble bones,
the kind of temple where the whores and villains try to tempt the holistic domes.
Running rampid with free thought to free form, and the free and clear.
When the matters at hand are shelled out like lint at a
laundry mat to sift and focus on the bigger, better, now.
We all have a little sin that needs venting,
virtues for the rending and laws and systems and stems are ripped
from the branches of office, do you know where your post entails?
Do you serve a purpose, or purposely serve?
When in doubt inside your atavistic allure, the value of a summer spent, and a winter earned.
For the rest of us, there is always Sunday.
The day of the week the reeks of rest, but all we do is catch our breath,
so we can wade naked in the bloody pool, and place our hand on the big, black book.
To watch the knives zigzag between our aching fingers.
A vacation is a countdown, T minus your life and
counting, time to drag your tongue across the sugar cube,
and hope you get a taste.
I can go on and on but lets move on, shall we?

Say, your me, and Iím you, and they all watch the things we do,
and like a smack of spite they threw me down the stairs,
havenít felt like this in years.
The great magnet of malicious magnanimous refuse, let me go,
and punch me into the dead spout again.
Thatís where you go when thereís no one else around,
itís just you, and there was never anyone to begin with, now was there?
Sanctimonious pretentious dastardly bastards with their thumb on the pulse,
and a finger on the trigger.
Government is another way to say betterÖthanÖyou.
Itís like ice but no pick, a murder charge that wonít stick,
itís like a whole other world where you can smell the food,
but you canít touch the silverware.
Huh, what luck. Fascism you can vote for.
Humph, isnít that sweet?
And weíre all gonna die some day, because thatís the American way,
and Iíve drunk too much, and said too little,
when your gaffer taped in the
middle, say a prayer, say a face, get your self together and see whatís happening.
Iím sorry, I could go on and on but
their times to move on so, remember: youíre a wreck, an accident.
Forget the freak, your just nature.
Keep the gun oiled, and the temple cleaned shit snort,
and blaspheme, let the heads cool, and the engine run.
Because in the end, everything we do, is just everything weíve done.

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:: 2002 19 October :: 4.21 pm
:: Mood: confused

It's not a matter of getting it or not getting it. The question is, is it worth bothering to get? I'm sure if I was interested in getting it, it would be gotton- ohhh you can be sure of that. But even if I did choose to get it and then got it, WHAT WOULD I GET? I mean, what would be in it for me?

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:: 2002 30 July :: 10.18 pm
:: Music: Clutch - Spacegrass

Well, my band is now #1 in the nation. check out our new and improved website, also the best in the nation.

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:: 2002 31 May :: 2.50 pm
:: Music: Porn Rock

It's friday nothing happened.

Drew got drug by a truck yesterday it was pretty funny.

I'm gonna race into the ground, break the speed of sound.

My alias is Ben Rice, my nickname is Bean (sorta), but you can call me Ace Smoothie.

Rock And Rye

Who am I talking to. No one thats who. Maybe I should advertise?>?>


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:: 2002 21 May :: 7.32 pm

My Detachable Penis
I woke up this morning with a bad hangover and my penis was missing again. This happens all the time; it's detachable. This comes in handy a lot of the time; I can leave it home when it think it's gonna get me in trouble, or I can rent it out when I don't need it. But now and then I go to a party, get drunk, and the next morning, I can't, for the life of me, remember what I did with it. First I looked around my apartment, and I couldn't find it , so I called up the place where the party was, they hadn't seen it either. I asked them to check the medicine cabinet, 'cause for some reason, I leave it there sometimes, but not this time. So I told them if it pops up to let me know. I called a few people who were at the party, but they were no help either.

I was starting to get desperate I really don't like being without my penis for too long, It makes me feel like less of a man, and I really hate having to sit down every time I take a leak.

After a few hours of searching the house, and calling everyone I could think of, I was starting to get very depressed, so I went to the Kiev and ate breakfast. Then as I walked down Second Avenue, toward's St. Mark's Place, where all those people sell used books and other junk on the street, I saw my penis lying on a blanket next to a broken toaster oven-some guy was selling it! I had to buy it off him. He wanted 22 bucks, but I talked him down to 17. I took it home, washed it off, and put it back on. I was happy again: complete. People sometimes tell me I should get it permanently attached, but I don't know. Even though sometimes it's a pain in the ass, I like having a detachable penis.

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:: 2002 19 May :: 2.28 pm
:: Mood: giddy
:: Music: Inside- Switched

my life...
i have finally figured out what i'm gunna do when i get older. when i graduate from high school. i plan on going to the planet Coracont and learn how to become a Jedi Master. then all the girls will love me cause i got a light saber. and i will be all mighty...maybe i'll bring my newt with me. and he can be trained as well. He'll be the next Yoda, but smaller.

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