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New Album From DISCREPANCY!!!

https://youngbloodrecords.bandcamp.com/album/discrepancy-thoughts-are-things

SAMIAM "Don't Break Me'' Live in Philly 9-25-93 [With Lyrics]

"Sitting in the corner 

 Don't know what to think 

 I can't speak 

 I sink a little deeper with every drink 

 I try to sleep
I shut my eyes 

 Like a leaky faucet fear floods the room 

 The one that drips away 

 Patiently by day 

 It was either lost or it was stolen but
It's been missing for too long 

 I woke up one morning 

 I couldn't see the sunrise 

 I can't recall

The exact moment now 

but
It began some time ago 

 And it makes me wonder 

after all I've done 

 What have I got to show? 

What have I got to show
What have I got to show" 

 I'm aggravated
I'm what you created 

 Now don't break me"

Stunned At This Turn of Events // (Edward Snowden Was Wrong About the Great Solar Flare As the Big "Killshot" That Posed a Danger to Earth)

Soooo many new books I don't even know where to begin... I'm at the library almost every day, now that I live 150 feet away from the damn place!!  I'm going to make a couple of posts about that later on.

The following is an excerpt from a book I recently read, "Thrashing in Ragwood."  About the life of a punk rock kid growing up in the middle of nowhere & how he copes with it all.  Good stuff, considering I don't read novels all that much.  I prefer non-fiction, as m//r readers know! 

"I am still having a hard time understanding how & why this happened. I am still having a hard time with how a person whom I once loved & who ostensibly loved me as well, could possibly sic the motherfucking cops on me?! WTF?!? Lemme' say it again, What. The. Fuck?! Wouldn't simply emailing me to say, "I don't want to talk to you anymore. Don't email me" work just as well? Why in the fuck would ANYONE call the fucking cops on another person--a FRIEND at that--just because they didn't wanna talk anymore?? Here's the bloody facts about Sharon (unless there's something I'm missing, this is the honest to goodness truth): I went to high school with this "woman" Sharon (A term used loosely.) We were both in the punk rock scene, and at the time there just weren't that many of us punkers here in Ragwood, Nebraska. This girl was basically what we called a "poseur." She was like a comic book version of a punker--a thick layer of white corpse paint over her acne ridden face, black eye shadow, black lipstick, a large dyed black fully charged mohawk (that actually looked kinda' cool), carefully ripped & torn jeans, and black combat boots. The thing about her that stood out most, believe it or not, wasn't her carefully put together appearance, but her insanely large nose!! I am not exaggerating when I say it was by & far the BIGGEST nose I have ever, EVER seen on any human being in my entire life!! To this day I have never seen one bigger!! Thick & wide, and very loooong. Too long. My guess is it made the simple act of eating difficult. I couldn't even imagine trying to kiss her! (Actually I can, since I did try to kiss her! More about that in a bit.) Her & I weren't friends, but we weren't enemies either. She had it rough back then, getting lunch & other object thrown at her by the jocks, and spit on, ridiculed, and bullied by the punk rockers, the tribe she was supposed to be most at home with! I used to feel sorry for her, especially watching her get beat up by one particularly tough Asian punker named Annie Shapiro. Annie had a reputation as a tough gal (the feminine equivalent of "tough guy" I suppose) and was a brown-belt in Ju Jitsu. But what could I do, I was bullied myself by Annie! Fast forward to 2007, and me & this now ex-punker girl started chatting via MySpace. We exchanged phone numbers & started talking on the phone and eventually made plans for a date. I was super excited, since after looking through Sharon's MySpace photo albums, it appeared that she had had a nose job, toned down the punker gal look, adopted a macrobiotic diet, laid off the booze & chain smoking, and was even into running & competing in marathons! She also made it clear that she was very, very horny and wanted to have sex with me, on the first date! This is something I normally don't do, since I'm always afraid of getting an STD or worse: and unwanted pregnancy. So she invited me over to her house--for sex--and to watch a DVD & talk. Well we didn't have sex, not that I couldn't have, but I told her I wanted to wait & see where this went. I knew I liked her a lot right away, and she told me she felt the same. Of course we eventually started sleeping together & we fell in love. The only problem was, I was out on bond from the county jail, fighting a bogus minor drug possession charge. I didn't tell this to Sharon right off the bat (who would?) but rather waited until closer to my trial date. With the prospect of jail in front of me, I was scared & not really looking to get into a new relationship. But then again, maybe having a girlfriend who would write to me, visit me, put money in my account, and order me books might be an asset! I would up coping a plea to 90 days in the county jail. True enough, Sharon stuck with me and did all the things I mentioned. This made the county jail much more bearable. I got out after doing seventy days and Sharon & I picked the relationship right back up. Things seemed to be going well, but I just didn't feel "right" with her. She argued with me a lot, picked fights, whined about nearly everything incessantly, and was just an all around negative Nancy & Debbie downer! She hated sex--especially foreplay--(what kind of woman doesn't like to have her guy go down on her or finger-fuck her? Weird!) and wasn't at all into romance or spontaneity whatsoever. And the kicker: Her nose was as big as it was back in h.s., maybe even bigger! Not to mention that she would never let me meet her parents, coworkers, or any of her friends. I began to suspect that she was cheating on me, and my suspicions turned out to be correct. We broke up, but remained friends. We still talked frequently, mainly via email & text messaging. We had a few arguments, but never anything serious. We tried getting back together, but it wasn't time yet. The wounds of her cheating on me were still too fresh. Plus, she was starting school full time, so we decided to wait til she was finished with school, ostensibly two years. (Apparently community college & dating were a bit too much for her at one time. Hey, I never said she was a smart woman! Wait: A butt ugly chick who hates to fuck and isn't all that smart? What the fuck was I thinking?! LOL!) Well, after all Sharon & went through together, the end result was that she tried to sic the law on me! Let me repeat that: she tried to sic the law on me, for emailing her. First of all, I emailed her to apologize for my part in things, owning up to where I went wrong, and to say I was sorry & that I wanted to make a formal amends to her. Then I emailed her to ask if we could talk about things, her, me, us, etc. That was about it. A normal person would have returned the email(s) with either an, "I forgive you" or a "fuck off" or something in between. Yeah, a "normal" person. But apparently not this chick. Nope. Playing with my heart, and then siccing the police on me..... Well, the world has my word: Never again. I'm 86'd. Lesson learned: Stay away from the mud puddles, they're full of piranhas.

"She's My Ex" by the Fabulous ALL (DESCENDENTS)--

"She's my ex. I can't cross her from my memory
She meant everything to me she meant every word she said
When she said, "I'll never love again. Be my ex until the end."
And I know I'll never feel that way again
She's just my ex
She's my ex. She marks the spot where I'm the weakest one
I can't expect she'll change her ways; can't accept the things she's done
She's just my ex. Nothing more nothing less but she'll always be my ex
She's my ex. Don't cross her path she still belongs to me
She'll be my ex till I say when till I get her back again
'Cause I know I'll never love again. Never need another friend
And I know I'll never feel this way again
She's my ex. She'll cross my mind a thousand times today
Still have a million things to say, guess I'm better off this way
Cause I know she'll never love again. She

She'll be my ex until the end
And I know I'll never feel this way again
She's just my ex. Nothing more nothing less but she's still my ex
And I, and I could never kiss that face goodbye
But I, but I could never stop to wonder why
She looks so pretty, she looks so pretty
And I know I'll never feel this way again
She's just my ex..."

Some New Books & Other Goodies--(updated 07/14/13)

Got some outstanding new books in the mail last week. My bookshelves are swollen over capacity and it's high-time I found a new storage system! Does anybody else find it extremely difficult to store books away in boxes or in a distant storage unit?  I'm the kind of person who MUST have his books at arm's length all the time.  I tend to easily forget about what I own if I don't have it nearby to remind me!  Thus, I've been known to double-purchase a book, 'zine, or record before!  LOL, it's a waste of energy & money to buy something more than once!  Anyhow, here's what's new (to me) over the past couple of weeks.  m//r

Broken Computer & RANCID & Joe Strummer

  (a gaggle of thoughts for the day & week).....OK, this has me somewhat upset.  
My computer is 18 months old & I've never had any
problems with it until recently.  Not only do I have at least two nasty STD's on the 
computer, but the power jack is broken!!! :)   The cord won't stay plugged into the 
laptop.  It appears to be loose and it must be wiggled and HELD in just the right way
in order to charge the battery!!!  Kinda' like how your old Walkman headphone jack
would always become loose with age (like my women!) and you'd only get sound out
of one earphone! (Ironically this happened last year with my cheap mp3 player I own!)
I remember holding the plug at a 90 degree angle to get sound from both sides of the 
headphones!  So I've been trying that with the power jack/plug on my laptop.  It WAS
working for a bit.  Now it's become so loose it's very precariously holding in there!  I even
tried a new cord/plug from another laptop my friend has, and that one did the same thing
so now I know it's the jack on my computer not the plus & cord!  UGGGGHHH!  That 
will be a pain in the butt to replace.  Gonna' have to open the laptop and exchange the jack.
My brother can do it for only the cost of a new jack.  I hope it will be that simple, but the
way my life is going it is sure to be more complicated than that.
So I sit at home after a snoozy week, listening to & watching the "Give 'Em the Boot"
DVD put out by Hellcat Recs. & Tim Armstrong (RANCID).   He owns & runs Hellcat
Recs. and they are one of the best semi-independent record labels in the world.
RANCID, Joe Strummer & The Mescaleros,  TRANSPLANTS, US BOMBS, TIGER
ARMY,  and a slew of other bands/artists are on this DVD.  I bought it new on Amazon
for $2 bux a few months ago.  I now have a giant 1080p HD TV in my room so the DVD
looks & sounds great!  I had it cranked singing along to "Rudy Can't Fail" from a live show
from Joe Strummer (R.I.P.)   Damn, I miss you Joe!
I am glad to be home. I got homesick after a few days away on retreat.  (Beautiful Benedic-
tine monastery up in Oxford, MI!)  I came back yesterday a tad bit earlier than expected.
Saw 'Django Unchained' last night with my friend & got very little sleep cuz of bloody insomnia!  Oh snap, made it to Mass this morning  
with nothing on my heart or my lips to confess.  I love doing the 
right thing & loving God.  It pays off.  I had been exceptionally depressed over the past
several months.  The main reason for my retreat was to sort some things out in my head
& in my soul.  I did just that, with my God & my Creator & my Sustainer.   I know what 
to do now.  I know which path to take and which way to go. It's not the one I wanted to
traverse.  Nor with the person I initially wanted to be with for the rest of my life.  I'm not
gonna' say something cheesy like, "when life hands you lemons, make lemonade."  But I
will say that I am going to continue moving forward.  I am very blessed to have every-
thing in life that I do.  I am going to make the best of it.  My sobriety is my number one
priority & focus!  All other things are in a close second.  It's as if my life were a triangle
and 'Sobriety' is on the top. (That means: God, church, AA fellowship, 12 steps, etc) and 
family, lovers, friendship, and job are directly underneath.  It actually works out very well
and I've traversed this path before.  Thank God I'm not alone on it. ♥            

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