Saturday, October 10, 2009
Moscow Rocks!
Dschinghis Khan - Moskau <--- only typed in there for search engines.
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I aint kissin ass but it is well known that Russian Wimmins are by far the sexiest Wimminses on this Earth! Close second to them would be First Nation Real Americans, third would be all the rest of em & that includes every one of em except Hilarity Clinton & Condom-Lisa Rice.
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I aint kissin ass but it is well known that Russian Wimmins are by far the sexiest Wimminses on this Earth! Close second to them would be First Nation Real Americans, third would be all the rest of em & that includes every one of em except Hilarity Clinton & Condom-Lisa Rice.
Funk loves Punk Rock Girls!
The Queers singin Punk Rock Girls.
You Punks make a Funk Funkin Smile :-)
You Punks make a Funk Funkin Smile :-)
Stranglehold.
Mister Ted Nugent Folks, He's a rep for the NRA and a mean-assed musician.
Download it [here] or listen to it below. Play it loud and screw the idiot neighbors.
Download it [here] or listen to it below. Play it loud and screw the idiot neighbors.
Windrider Unchained.
I think this is a cover from Heather Alexander's collection but this girl "GypsyWorker" sings it fantastically.
Friday, October 9, 2009
My Book...
I want to write a book but it's for children, mine and my grandsons.
Kinda hard because I don't even know the language, just found out what bling means.
Worried because has to be in my words and my words are what they are.
Cant tripe out on honesty or not one thing I say deserves trust.
Anyway, worried about writing something that may be so rejected or ignored. Making mistakes occur but writing out mistakes is worse.
Still I'm going to write it and in what voice I'll use I don't know. I just know I need to speak with them or I've wasted a chance.
I want to write about the value of today, the fresh smells in the air. The bugs that gather and why they do and the beauty of the snow. Maybe some about the strength inside of each man as he grows. The ability to stand up alone sometimes and the weakness of the follower.
This brings me back to why I'm afraid to write it.
Because what I would write is to be strong with mouth and fight.
I'd hate to ruin another life with my anger and my rage.
Funk...
I am very afraid of how hard I tend to fight to get through things. I would never want to give that to anyone.
Kinda hard because I don't even know the language, just found out what bling means.
Worried because has to be in my words and my words are what they are.
Cant tripe out on honesty or not one thing I say deserves trust.
Anyway, worried about writing something that may be so rejected or ignored. Making mistakes occur but writing out mistakes is worse.
Still I'm going to write it and in what voice I'll use I don't know. I just know I need to speak with them or I've wasted a chance.
I want to write about the value of today, the fresh smells in the air. The bugs that gather and why they do and the beauty of the snow. Maybe some about the strength inside of each man as he grows. The ability to stand up alone sometimes and the weakness of the follower.
This brings me back to why I'm afraid to write it.
Because what I would write is to be strong with mouth and fight.
I'd hate to ruin another life with my anger and my rage.
Funk...
I am very afraid of how hard I tend to fight to get through things. I would never want to give that to anyone.
Just one reason why I hate frikkin doctors!
It is true. I Hate doctors. Some say they save lives but I see that they sacrifice much more than there is in the gain and they only decide which lives to save. They are nothing but cattle ranchers of mankind who sacrifice the lower valued for the gain from the higher.
Nothing in this world worse than a man that takes a life except a man that abuses one.
I'm sorry Mister Doctor man but you disgust me in ways I can't describe.
Below is just a full of shit slight example of their efforts. I say "Bullshit" because it is not factual or correct. I know this because I worked at Wrentham State School, Located on Shears Street in Wrentham, Massachusetts, know of Bridgwater State, and Taunton State School. All of which performed this crime on people well into the 1970's and even payed people to accept the procedure to be done to them.
Makes me want to puke!
Below is the muted story taken from [here]
Nothing in this world worse than a man that takes a life except a man that abuses one.
I'm sorry Mister Doctor man but you disgust me in ways I can't describe.
Below is just a full of shit slight example of their efforts. I say "Bullshit" because it is not factual or correct. I know this because I worked at Wrentham State School, Located on Shears Street in Wrentham, Massachusetts, know of Bridgwater State, and Taunton State School. All of which performed this crime on people well into the 1970's and even payed people to accept the procedure to be done to them.
Makes me want to puke!
Below is the muted story taken from [here]
The lobotomy is now considered the worst medical mistake to ever take place, but back in the 1920s to the 1950s it was “normal” to subject someone that was diagnosed with a mental illness to this procedure. With no alternative types of medicine to help mental patients, this was seen as the only means of curing the problem they may or may not have been having.
Rosemary Kennedy
At the age of 23, Rosemary Kennedy was given a lobotomy to control her “moodiness.” Rosemary had been known to have a violent behavioral pattern and Dr. Walter Freeman, the leading doctor to perform this procedure, had suggested to Joseph Kennedy, her father, that she undergo this procedure. So, in 1941, when only sixty-five lobotomies had been performed, Mr. Kennedy gave his permission. The surgery left her incontinent and her brain was reduced to an infantile mentality. She would stare at walls blankly for hours and her verbal skills went to unintelligible babble. Eight years after the lobotomy was performed, she was moved to a home for disabled people. She became detached from the family, due to her mental capacity, but received regular visits from her sister Eunice. There were occasions when she would visit her family and even her childhood home. The family hid what had happened to her for years saying that she was mentally handicapped. She passed away at the ripe old age of 86 of natural causes.
Howard Dully
At the age of 12, Howard Dully was subjected to this unnecessary procedure, thanks in part to his stepmother, who couldn’t handle a normal pre-teen boy. Dr. Walter Freeman claimed that Howard had childhood schizophrenia, when other doctors that have seen him never came to that diagnosis. IT has taken Howard decades to recover from the surgery. He lived his life in institutions, he was incarcerated, homeless and even an alcoholic. He finally sobered up and got a college degree. He has since researched what happened to him and has even written his memoirs, with the help of Charles Flemming. He is now a talk show host on National Public Radio, where he speaks to other lobotomy victims.
Alys Robi
Alys Robi was a Canadian born singer. She was nationally known, after the start of her career at the age of twelve. When she was 25, she was driving to Hollywood and was in an accident. She was injured and became depressed. She had been misdiagnosed numerous times and had a romance that failed. After that, she suffered a mental breakdown and was institutionalized. She had a lobotomy against her will. After the procedure was performed, she claimed that it was the key to her recovery and she was released from the institution. She returned to the stage, but because of her well known mental illness she was never became popular again. She continued to write music and had success again in the 1990s. She has written and published two autobiographies depicting her time before, after and during stay in the institution.
Rose Williams
Rose Williams is the beloved sister of well renowned playwright Tennessee Williams. She was two years older than him and was diagnosed as having schizophrenia. She had a lobotomy and was subjected to living in a mental institution for the rest of her life. She had been immortalized as characters in his plays, Suddenly, Last Summer, The Glass Menagerie, and A Street Car Named Desire. Tennessee was often heard saying that his sister was one of the sweetest, genuine people he has ever known. He left the bulk of his estate to her when he passed away
Written by Harmony Stalter – Copyrighted © www.weirdworm.com
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Sitting here....
I sit here quietly next to no-one and no-one will sit near me.
Time they say waits for no-one but it waits for you as you sleep.
Wisdom is only arrogance and arrogance is nothing but a theif.
Warrent leads to reasoning but on the part of the one that judges.
Lesser leads to warrentless, at the cost of all above.
Death brings a reasoning, or at least a thought or two on the past.
Worries are consumption, lack of faith, shy in heart.
Fights bring out the bargain and no fight ever fought was a fight you lost.
Birth is the beginning but the beginning of end as well.
No mercy I ask for from this world but please lay my cards down right?
When you stand alone as I stand alone you are still in shadows of the past.
Nothing cures anything, no pain you feel you were not dealt.
Suffering and agony are denial of your own life.
Breasts are for feeding comfort and for the weakness they calm a sore.
Legs are made for walking with, at worst to crawl across the floor.
Time was meant for memories, some-times I'd rather not.
Shame is an ability for you to understand right from wrong.
Murder is an atrocity, you kill a person you ruin lives.
Compassion is a learnded thing, I'm still learning now myself.
Weakness is a governor, a measurment of self & pride.
Anger is a swallowing thing, it chokes you up inside.
Sex is just a game we play, love is deeper still.
Lament is nothing I understand, it's to huge to comprehend.
Forseen and forgone are intuitivey, nothing more and nothing less.
Reluctence is a gift from God. You share what you have when you want and nothing else.
Jokes are only truths that bleed. The mouth only shares what the heart has felt.
Poison is a boiling seed, many flavors and many temptations, many smells.
On a highway you are bound to see many differences in many men.
On a bench might see much less but who's to know then where you went?
In love you only see what you see, notta-more and notta-less.
In Hate you see everything, all at once yer a genius.
What I'm trying to say is it all confuses me and I don't understand one bit.
Time they say waits for no-one but it waits for you as you sleep.
Wisdom is only arrogance and arrogance is nothing but a theif.
Warrent leads to reasoning but on the part of the one that judges.
Lesser leads to warrentless, at the cost of all above.
Death brings a reasoning, or at least a thought or two on the past.
Worries are consumption, lack of faith, shy in heart.
Fights bring out the bargain and no fight ever fought was a fight you lost.
Birth is the beginning but the beginning of end as well.
No mercy I ask for from this world but please lay my cards down right?
When you stand alone as I stand alone you are still in shadows of the past.
Nothing cures anything, no pain you feel you were not dealt.
Suffering and agony are denial of your own life.
Breasts are for feeding comfort and for the weakness they calm a sore.
Legs are made for walking with, at worst to crawl across the floor.
Time was meant for memories, some-times I'd rather not.
Shame is an ability for you to understand right from wrong.
Murder is an atrocity, you kill a person you ruin lives.
Compassion is a learnded thing, I'm still learning now myself.
Weakness is a governor, a measurment of self & pride.
Anger is a swallowing thing, it chokes you up inside.
Sex is just a game we play, love is deeper still.
Lament is nothing I understand, it's to huge to comprehend.
Forseen and forgone are intuitivey, nothing more and nothing less.
Reluctence is a gift from God. You share what you have when you want and nothing else.
Jokes are only truths that bleed. The mouth only shares what the heart has felt.
Poison is a boiling seed, many flavors and many temptations, many smells.
On a highway you are bound to see many differences in many men.
On a bench might see much less but who's to know then where you went?
In love you only see what you see, notta-more and notta-less.
In Hate you see everything, all at once yer a genius.
What I'm trying to say is it all confuses me and I don't understand one bit.
Shoot em down, turn around, hey c'mon Mony
I know a 7 year old kid used to dance to this.... "Yea, yea, You Make Me Feel So Good,,, Right! I said "yea, yea, yea!"
"I love my Mony-Mony-Mony...."
Tommy James & The Shondells - Mony Mony
"I love my Mony-Mony-Mony...."
Tommy James & The Shondells - Mony Mony
Kingsmen - Louie Louie <-- Real Classic!
Yo' man, dig that hot chick to the upper right in the sexy miniskirt, she make the Funk feel Funkay....
Ya'll caint live in Florida unless ya can sang this one...
I got kicked outta Florida about three times because I couldn't sing this myself...
Sam The Sham and the Pharaohs - Wooly Bully
Sam The Sham and the Pharaohs - Wooly Bully
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Neil Young Words
"Someone and someone were down by the pond
Looking for something to plant in the lawn.
Out in the fields they were turning the soil
Im sitting here hoping this water will boil
When I look through the windows and out on the road
Theyre bringing me presents and saying hello.
Singing words, words between the lines of age.
Words, words between the lines of age.
If I was a junkman selling you cars,
Washing your windows and shining your stars,
Thinking your mind was my own in a dream
What would you wonder and how would it seem?
Living in castles a bit at a time
The king started laughing and talking in rhyme.
Singing words, words between the lines of age.
Words, words between the lines of age."
Words are and have always been the most violent of mans weapons.
Nothing can ever compare with the damage done to mankind by the word.
Exclusively a word can outlast almost every memory.
Singularly it posses within itself the power to destroy societies and nations.
No power has man ever had that exceeded the power of the fuckin big mouth.
No weapon has ever been used that can cause as much damage as the lie and the lies are only fuckin shitty words.
Words reduce, seduce, tempt, triumph, dominate and reduce the likeliness of anothers intent.
They steal, they redeem only liars and their efforts most of the time.
They reduce reality to a bargain or reason to treason.
The asshole puts out shit to expell it but the mouth creates shit to use it.
In this song it describes words as between the lines of age.
I find that significant because every age known to man has ended over words just as each has begun with words.
No measure has ever been counted except by those counted by words.
No balance sheet ever went into score without first being weighed out in words.
Watch yer mouth son because everyone else does...
Looking for something to plant in the lawn.
Out in the fields they were turning the soil
Im sitting here hoping this water will boil
When I look through the windows and out on the road
Theyre bringing me presents and saying hello.
Singing words, words between the lines of age.
Words, words between the lines of age.
If I was a junkman selling you cars,
Washing your windows and shining your stars,
Thinking your mind was my own in a dream
What would you wonder and how would it seem?
Living in castles a bit at a time
The king started laughing and talking in rhyme.
Singing words, words between the lines of age.
Words, words between the lines of age."
Words are and have always been the most violent of mans weapons.
Nothing can ever compare with the damage done to mankind by the word.
Exclusively a word can outlast almost every memory.
Singularly it posses within itself the power to destroy societies and nations.
No power has man ever had that exceeded the power of the fuckin big mouth.
No weapon has ever been used that can cause as much damage as the lie and the lies are only fuckin shitty words.
Words reduce, seduce, tempt, triumph, dominate and reduce the likeliness of anothers intent.
They steal, they redeem only liars and their efforts most of the time.
They reduce reality to a bargain or reason to treason.
The asshole puts out shit to expell it but the mouth creates shit to use it.
In this song it describes words as between the lines of age.
I find that significant because every age known to man has ended over words just as each has begun with words.
No measure has ever been counted except by those counted by words.
No balance sheet ever went into score without first being weighed out in words.
Watch yer mouth son because everyone else does...
Stevie Lee Fugate LOVES LIFE!
I met the man below "Stevie Lee Fugate" a couple of weeks ago and offered him a ride further down the interstate, he refused and began to tell me a story about why he was walking. I asked him if I could post him. He replied that he would be happy if I did.
But I didn't.
I couldn't find the words to address his situation, his dealing with losses, his expression to still go on and love the life that you still have.
Well today I'm posting him and a link to his site so that he can tell you his story through his site in his own fashion and present himself as he deems fit. His site is "http://www.trailtherapy.com/", He is a wonderful person to have met and I hope you read his story.
Here is a slight quote from his site:
"This web site is about my encounters with life's beautiful people and kindred spirits and why I still "LOVE LIFE"
"With this site I hope to encourage all to get out on America's beautiful, wonderful, and therapeutic long distance hiking trails. I hope to particularly encourage our young people to find, explore, and enjoy the benefits offered by these soothing and educational footpaths. And I hope to remind those whom have already found Doctor Nature and her free 'Trail Therapy' through these paths, to remember to encourage others to visit her."
But I didn't.
I couldn't find the words to address his situation, his dealing with losses, his expression to still go on and love the life that you still have.
Well today I'm posting him and a link to his site so that he can tell you his story through his site in his own fashion and present himself as he deems fit. His site is "http://www.trailtherapy.com/", He is a wonderful person to have met and I hope you read his story.
Here is a slight quote from his site:
"This web site is about my encounters with life's beautiful people and kindred spirits and why I still "LOVE LIFE"
"With this site I hope to encourage all to get out on America's beautiful, wonderful, and therapeutic long distance hiking trails. I hope to particularly encourage our young people to find, explore, and enjoy the benefits offered by these soothing and educational footpaths. And I hope to remind those whom have already found Doctor Nature and her free 'Trail Therapy' through these paths, to remember to encourage others to visit her."
Monday, October 5, 2009
I'm full of way too much emotion.
I admit it. I stuck frigging needles in my arms both running from it and after it.
I have spent most of my life hiding from that dirty E-word.
Passion is a beast that will consume you, it's also the best friend you could ever have.
Love is blood, blood you need to survive on and blood that will fall out of you and kill you.
Why this post?
Because I feel passion.
Nothing today could keep me from fucking or fighting.
I could kiss or kill.
I am afraid of my strength in both areas.
I sometimes did drugs to mute my ends and calm my energies.
They never worked but they did take me out of the exact moment.
I took advantage of women in the same way. I used them to dominate my emotions for me.
I stopped reading books and only read news now because I hate being trapped in pages.
I never did walk. I used to brag that I could cross Boston quicker on foot than you could driving.
One day in Los Angeles, California I was walking very quickly through crowds.
As I charged through them on Cauhanga Street near a bank I scraped my arm open on the white stone panel siding. I liked the cuts and loved the bleeding so I did it again and again and again untill my arm was torn up.
I think I liked the reality of it. It seemed better than the fukkin bullshit I was walking out of.
Nothing can stop a feeling, but some things delay them.
I use art to escape for a while and delay emotions...
I have spent most of my life hiding from that dirty E-word.
Passion is a beast that will consume you, it's also the best friend you could ever have.
Love is blood, blood you need to survive on and blood that will fall out of you and kill you.
Why this post?
Because I feel passion.
Nothing today could keep me from fucking or fighting.
I could kiss or kill.
I am afraid of my strength in both areas.
I sometimes did drugs to mute my ends and calm my energies.
They never worked but they did take me out of the exact moment.
I took advantage of women in the same way. I used them to dominate my emotions for me.
I stopped reading books and only read news now because I hate being trapped in pages.
I never did walk. I used to brag that I could cross Boston quicker on foot than you could driving.
One day in Los Angeles, California I was walking very quickly through crowds.
As I charged through them on Cauhanga Street near a bank I scraped my arm open on the white stone panel siding. I liked the cuts and loved the bleeding so I did it again and again and again untill my arm was torn up.
I think I liked the reality of it. It seemed better than the fukkin bullshit I was walking out of.
Nothing can stop a feeling, but some things delay them.
I use art to escape for a while and delay emotions...
This is the Real Rock N' Roll Circus. It will Amaze you!
Cirque du Soleil's "The Beatles - Love", playing at the Mirage hotel and casino in Las Vegas, Nevada.
Segment: 01-03 Because, Get Back, Glass Onion
Download the video in AVI format and 640x480 pixels resolution at: http://www.mediafire.com/?oolimhitghc
For more information to Cirque du Soleil check out my Cirque primer at http://www.roysac.com/cirque
Play it all in full screen please?
Segment: 01-03 Because, Get Back, Glass Onion
Download the video in AVI format and 640x480 pixels resolution at: http://www.mediafire.com/?oolimhitghc
For more information to Cirque du Soleil check out my Cirque primer at http://www.roysac.com/cirque
Play it all in full screen please?
This is beyond compare!
Sunday, October 4, 2009
What are desires or tastes?
For me they are confusion.
Desires don't change on a gradual level, they change in an instant.
I remember reading Stephen King. I read & collected all of his books but half way into my last book of his I closed it. This was after well over ten years of reading his work too, but I really was done. Dean Koontz too. I did the same with him.
How the hell you break up a relationship with a damn book?
You just put it down & walk away.
So many other things too.
I once loved the damn Go-Go's, thought they were so hot I desired them beyond any expectation I could understand & "yes, I wanted the whole band, not just one member", but I woke up one day changed.
Suddenly they didn't look like sex-pots, they still looked like musicians, but not any longer my fantasy.
Then the shock of my whole life hit me. 40 year old wimmin looked great. I started noticing their way & state of being and admiring them.
I guess in one day I dumped all of the Go-Go's and went after their moms.
What is the point here?
We keep growing, keep evolving. One day it's butter-nut ice cream, next day forget why you ever liked it.
I guess it keeps the wheel turning because nothing goes stale that way and I guess I lost more than one woman friend that way when she lost interest in me but I guess I can still remember the butter-nut ice cream and how great it used to taste and the way a woman used to look at me and I'm still thankful for the experiences.
Peace...
Funk!
Desires don't change on a gradual level, they change in an instant.
I remember reading Stephen King. I read & collected all of his books but half way into my last book of his I closed it. This was after well over ten years of reading his work too, but I really was done. Dean Koontz too. I did the same with him.
How the hell you break up a relationship with a damn book?
You just put it down & walk away.
So many other things too.
I once loved the damn Go-Go's, thought they were so hot I desired them beyond any expectation I could understand & "yes, I wanted the whole band, not just one member", but I woke up one day changed.
Suddenly they didn't look like sex-pots, they still looked like musicians, but not any longer my fantasy.
Then the shock of my whole life hit me. 40 year old wimmin looked great. I started noticing their way & state of being and admiring them.
I guess in one day I dumped all of the Go-Go's and went after their moms.
What is the point here?
We keep growing, keep evolving. One day it's butter-nut ice cream, next day forget why you ever liked it.
I guess it keeps the wheel turning because nothing goes stale that way and I guess I lost more than one woman friend that way when she lost interest in me but I guess I can still remember the butter-nut ice cream and how great it used to taste and the way a woman used to look at me and I'm still thankful for the experiences.
Peace...
Funk!
Movie "Strictly Sexual"
I just watched this film and it was by far the best movie I've seen in years. It had a tone of sexuality to it but if there was any nudity in it I missed it altogether. It had a great deal of humor, mostly in the style of Silent Bob. Emotion level was higher than is common in a movie these days & language use was a little rugged, still that only added to it's entertainment content.
I'm going to tag it "NSFW" and "Some mature content" only because of the swearing but I myself still consider it appropriate for all ages.
Remember to full screen it for better viewing or use this [link] to watch it on Hulu.
I'm going to tag it "NSFW" and "Some mature content" only because of the swearing but I myself still consider it appropriate for all ages.
Remember to full screen it for better viewing or use this [link] to watch it on Hulu.
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