it's just a ride
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[Mar 8,2005 4:11pm - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
The world is like a ride at an amusement park, and when you choose to go on it, you think it's real, because that's how powerful our minds are. And the ride goes up and down and round and round and it has thrills and chills and it's very brightly colored and it's very loud. And it's fun, for a while.
Some people have been on the ride for a long time, and they begin to question: 'Is this real? Or is this just a ride?' And other people have remembered, and they come back to us and they say 'Hey! Don't worry, don't be afraid - ever - because... this is just a ride.' And we kill those people.
'Shut him up! We have a lot invested in this ride! Shut him up! Look at my furrows of worry; look at my big bank account, and my family. This has to be real.'
It's just a ride. But we always kill those good guys who try and tell us that - ever notice that? - and we let the demons run amok. But it doesn't matter, because... it's just a ride, and we can change it any time we want. It's only a choice. No effort. No worry. No job. No savings and money. Just a choice, right now, between fear and love. The eyes of fear want you to put bigger locks on your door, buy bigger guns, close yourself off. The eyes of love, instead, see all of us as one.
Here's what we can do to change the world, right now, into a better ride. Take all that money we spend on weapons and defense each year and, instead, spend it feeding, clothing and educating the poor of the world, which it would do many times over - not one human being excluded - and we can explore space together, both inner and outer, forever. In peace. - another fallen hero
[Mar 8,2005 8:44pm - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
a Tibetan monk sets himself on fire.
"what what are you doing ? "
"making you deal with your shit. "
[Mar 9,2005 6:17am - psychogirl ""]
it's lovely to notice that other people started to think as well. but it's only a dream of a better world which will not come true. capitalism is the main thing of the world these days. and we can't stop it, it can only kill itself.
[Mar 9,2005 6:24am - psychogirl ""]
forgot to say something very important: you're very cool, dude.
few months ago i thought like you do. but now i lost the motivaton. i didn't gave up trying to change the thoughts of the people but i finally look through it. we're like marionettes. you can't make anything than the best out of it.
[Mar 9,2005 1:52pm - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
has nothing to do with changing peoples minds, people are gonna do whatever they want. the can expierence life or go along with it.
and for that matter why didnt someone ever shoot the person who said "that's just how life is."
why wasn't that person taken down right then and there, hmm.
back and to the left, back and to the left
[Mar 9,2005 5:07pm - KeithMutiny ""]
i seriously wish i could think of something tremendously stupid to say right here.
[Mar 9,2005 5:08pm - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
that was pretty good.
[Mar 9,2005 5:10pm - KeithMutiny ""]
i figured that would work
[Mar 9,2005 5:57pm - thegreatspaldino ""]
i eat mac and cheese a lot
[Mar 9,2005 6:07pm - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
that must be gratifying
[Mar 9,2005 6:08pm - thegreatspaldino ""]
it is
[Mar 9,2005 7:04pm - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
there can be only one !
[Mar 10,2005 9:59am - malettey ""]
a lot of christians wear crosses around their necks...do you think that when jesus comes back, he ever wants to see a fucking cross? that's like going up to jackie onassis with a rifle pendant on..."just thinkin of john, jackie..."
whiskey_weed_and_women said:back and to the left, back and to the left
bill hicks was fucking awesome
[Mar 10,2005 3:55pm - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
awesome doesn't quite cover it, i wish he was alive today to die from a heart attack after seeing how worse this place has gotten.
[Mar 10,2005 4:39pm - dread_104 ""]
i find myself wishing he were alive all the time. weird
[Mar 10,2005 4:45pm - dftg nli ""]
capitalism will always beat out every other system because it has more money to work with.
[Mar 10,2005 5:40pm - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
Ha...hope you make more then me, cause money is what's really important at the end of the day.
[Mar 10,2005 8:24pm - DaveFromTheGrave ""]
I didn't say I like it. I said that's how it is.
[Mar 10,2005 8:36pm - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
no, sorry sir. that's how it is for you. well hope you enjoy the home version of the game please try again at your earliest convience. while you're at it try some some new crystal clear pepsi and i heard the JLo is putting out a new album goodluck with that.
nothing has to be anything, you told at an early age you can do anything, so then why when you reach a certain age is the coin flipped to people saying that's just the way it is. no it's not, you're letting it be that way. everything and anything starts with one person.
also i would like to cept this award and thank my mother, god, my agent, and the 3ft tall bright pink bunnie with angel wings hanging in my window.
goodnight arizona.
[Mar 22,2005 1:31am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
Hear me people. We have now to deal with another race – small and feeble when our fathers first met them, but now great and overbearing. Strangely enough they have a mind to till the soil and the love of possession is a disease with them. These people have made many rules that the rich may break, but the poor may not. They take their tithes from the poor and weak to support the rich and those who rule.
- Chief Sitting Bull, speaking at the Powder River Conference in 1877
The Powder River Conference ended ninety-five years ago, but the old Chief’s baleful analysis of the White Man’s rape of the American continent was just as accurate then as it would be today if he came back from the dead and said it for the microphones on prime-time TV. The ugly fallout from the American Dream has been coming down at a pretty consistent rate since Sitting Bull’s time – and the only real difference now… is that we seem to be on the verge of ratifying the fallout and forgetting the Dream itself… This may be the year we finally come face to face with ourselves; finally just lay back and say it – that we are really just a nation of 220 million used car salesmen with all the money we need to buy guns, and no qualms about killing anybody else in the world who tries to make us uncomfortable.
- Hunter S. Thompson – Fear and Loathing: On the Campaign Trail (1973)
… and still nothing’s changed…
[Mar 24,2005 10:11pm - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
In October of 2003, on the LATE SHOW WITH DAVID LETTERMAN, Warren Zevon made his final public performance. When Dave asked Warren if his illness gave him any special insight into life and death, Warren shrugged and said he didn't think so, "Not unless I know how much you're supposed to enjoy every sandwich." There was a hush in the audience.
That night, Letterman ended his broadcast with his arm around the dying singer and said, "Warren, enjoy every sandwich."
[Mar 24,2005 10:23pm - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
I’ve got to change my way of living - allman brothers
[Mar 25,2005 1:36am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
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[Mar 25,2005 1:42am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
The death penalty would be even more effective, as a deterrent, if we executed a few innocent people more often.
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The rebel is doomed to a violent death. The rest of us can look forward to sedated expiration in a coma inside an oxygen tent, with tubes inserted in every bodily orifice.
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The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.
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The great question of life is not the question of death but the question of life. Fear of death shames us all.
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Those who fear death most are those who enjoy life least.
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Death if every man's final critic. To die well you must live bravely.
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The industrial way of life leads to the industrial way of death. From Shiloh to Dachau, from Antietam to Stalingrad, from Hiroshima to Vietnam and Afghanistan, the great specialty of industry and technology has been the mass production of human corpses.
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The country dog's report on returning from a first trip to town: "Stand still, they fuck you to death; run and they eat your ass out."
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Mexico: where life is cheap, death is rich, and the buzzards are never unhappy.
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To live life is to take risks; to always be safe and secure is death.
[Mar 25,2005 2:38am - DaveFromTheGrave ""]
whiskey_weed_and_women said:[img]
that's super
[Mar 25,2005 10:40am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
DaveFromTheGrave said:that's super
yeah i said to myself, what would Aaron do !
[Mar 25,2005 11:00am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
LeRoy says there's something you should know
Not everybody has a place to go
And home is just a place to hang your head
And dream of things to do in Denver when you're dead
- warren zevon
[Mar 25,2005 5:47pm - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
… and on occasion I like to wander outside, stark naked and fire my .44 magnum at various gongs I’ve mounted on the nearby hillside. I like to load up on mescaline and turn my amplifier up to 110 decibles for a taste of “White Rabbit” while the sun comes up on the snow peaks along the Continental Divide.
Which is not entirely the point. The world is full of places where a man can run wild on drugs and loud music and fire-power – but not for long.
…
Turn them into grassy malls where everybody, even freaks, could do whatever’s right. The cops would become trash collectors and maintenance men for a fleet of municipal bicycles, for anybody to use.. No more huge, space-killing apartment buildings to block the view, from any downtown street, of anybody who might want to look up and see the mountains. No more land-rapes, no more bursts for “flute playing” or “blocking the sidewalk”… fuck the tourists, dead-end the highway, zone the greenheads out of existence, and in general create a town where people could live like human beings, instead of slaves to some bogus sense of Progress that is driving us all mad.
-HST
[Mar 28,2005 1:52am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
Photos of the strippers were on display behind the glass out front. I walked up and ought a ticket. The girl in the cage looked better than the photos. Now I had 38 cents left. I walked into the dark theatre eight rows from the front. The first three rows were packed.
I had lucked out. The movie was over and the stripper was already on. Darlene. The first was usually the worst, an old timer come down, now reduced to kicking leg in the chorus line most of the time. We had Darlene for openers. Probably someone had been murdered or was on the rag or was having a screaming fit, and this was Darlene’s chance to dance sole again.
But Darlene was fine. Skinny, but with breasts. A body like a willow. At the end of that slim back, that slim body, was an enormous behind. It was like a miracle – enough to drive a man crazy.
Darlene was dressed in a long black velvet gown slit very high – her calves and thighs were dead white against the black. She danced and looked out at us through heavily mascaraed eyes. This was her chance. She wanted to come back – to be the featured dancer once again. I was with her her. As she worked the zippers more and more of her began to show, to slip out of that sophisticated black velvet, leg and white flesh. Soon she was down to her pink bra and G-string – the fake diamonds swinging and flashing as she danced.
Darlene danced over and grabbed the stage curtain. The curtain was torn and thick with dust. She grabbed it, dancing to the beat of the for man band and in the light of the pink spotlight.
She began to fuck that curtain. The band rocked in the rhythm. Darlene really gave it to that curtain; the band rocked and she rocked. The pink light abruptly switched to purple. The band stepped it up, played all out. She appeared to climax. Her head fell back and her mouth opened.
Then she straightened and danced back to the center of the stage. From where I was sitting I could hear her singing to herself over the music. She took hold of her pink bra and ripped it off and a guy three rows down lit a cigarette. There was just the G-string now. She pushed her finger into her bellybutton, and moaned.
Darlene remained dancing at stage center. The band was playing very softly. She began a gentle grind. She was fucking us. The beaded G-string was swaying slowly. The four man band began to pick up gradually once again. They were reaching for the culmination of the act; the drummer was cracking rim-shots like firecrackers, they looked tired, desperate.
Darlene fingered her naked breasts, showing them to us, her eyes filled with the dream, her lips moist and parted. Then suddenly she turned and waved her enormous behind at us. The beads parted and flashed, went crazy, sparkled. The spotlight shook and danced like the sun. The four man band crackled and banged. Darlene spun around. She tore away the beads. I looked, they looked. We could see her cunt hairs through the flesh-colored gauze. The band really spanker her ass.
And I couldn’t get it up.
-Factotum
[Mar 28,2005 2:01am - Bradness ""]
fart
[Mar 28,2005 3:40am - damnose ""]
zevon is the man, but "enjoy every sandwich" is a really shitty tribute album.
Roland the Headless Thompson Gunner would make for an excellent black metal cover, if only for the subject matter. That son of a bitch van owen...
[Mar 28,2005 4:00am - DEATH2ALL ""]
Any point to this?
[Mar 28,2005 12:00pm - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
whatever you take from it, otherwise just enjoy the ride.
[Mar 31,2005 12:27am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
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"Mieszko's father told me that they wanted to place one guitar inside the casket since music was such a big part of his life. I told him to choose the thin Ibanez guitar since that was Mieszko's oldest guitar which he has used in all of his bands. They also wanted to have one guitar next to the casket during the funeral and I told them to use the BC Rich which was Mieszko's main guitar.
"If there is an afterlife, I'm sure Mieszko is really pissed at me right now for picking that Ibanez guitar since he hated tuning it…
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"Goodbye, Mieszko, we'll see you on the other side." said Anders Jakobson
[Apr 1,2005 2:25am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
"Hell ain’t a bad place to be "– AC/DC
[Apr 7,2005 10:21pm - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
There's the television. It's all right there - all right there. Look, listen, kneel, pray. Commercials! We're not productive anymore. We don't make things anymore. It's all automated. What are we *for* then? We're consumers, Jim. Yeah. Okay, okay. Buy a lot of stuff, you're a good citizen. But if you don't buy a lot of stuff, if you don't, what are you then, I ask you? What? Mentally *ill*. Fact, Jim, fact - if you don't buy things - toilet paper, new cars, computerized yo-yos, electrically-operated sexual devices, servo systems with brain-implanted headphones, screwdrivers with miniature built-in radar devices, voice-activated computers...We're consumers. We are by-products of a lifestyle obsession. Murder, crime, poverty, these things don't concern me. What concerns me are celebrity magazines, television with 500 channels, some guy's name on my underwear. Rogaine, Viagra, Olestra.Fuck damnation, man! fuck redemption! We are God's unwanted children? So be it! Man, I see in fight club the strongest and smartest men who've ever lived. I see all this potential, and I see squandering. God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need. We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war... our Great Depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won't. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off. You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not your fucking khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world. Listen up, maggots. You are not special. You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You're the same decaying organic matter as everything else. In the world I see - you are stalking elk through the damp canyon forests around the ruins of Rockefeller Center. You'll wear leather clothes that will last you the rest of your life. You'll climb the wrist-thick kudzu vines that wrap the Sears Tower. And when you look down, you'll see tiny figures pounding corn, laying strips of venison on the empty car pool lane of some abandoned superhighway.
[Apr 8,2005 5:19pm - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
She was fifteen years old, going on thirty-five, Doc, and she told me she was eighteen, she was very willing, I practically had to take to sewing my pants shut. Between you and me, uh, she might have been fifteen, but when you get that little red beaver right up there in front of you, I don't think it's crazy at all and I don't think you do either. No man alive could resist that, and that's why I got into jail to begin with. And now they're telling me I'm crazy over here because I don't sit there like a goddamn vegetable. Don't make a bit of sense to me. If that's what's being crazy is, then I'm senseless, out of it, gone-down-the-road, wacko. But no more, no less, that's it.
[Apr 24,2005 5:53pm - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
it's funny i was watching Mad Max Beyond Thunderdome and never realized how much Shakesphere is in it. i mean these quotes are pure poetry to modern day scripture.
"Remember where you are - this is Thunderdome, and death is listening, and will take the first man that screams."
"Right now, I've got two men, two men with a gut full of fear. Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls... dyin' times here!"
"I ain't Captain Walker. I'm the guy who carries Mr. Dead in his pocket."
"Remember: no matter where you go, there you are."
i guess today wasn't such a goodday to die, now go back to your daily lives people and remember what you've seen here. cause we are the ones who gotta keep remembering. time counts and keeps counting so when they see the lights and find their way home, we gotta lett'em have the knowing of the man who finds us and helps get here. so ever night we light the lights to tell the stories so they know that when they finds us, they've made it home.
[May 4,2005 11:00pm - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
sinking into sociopathic delusion helps you see how the world really works
-randall t. pitsworth
[May 4,2005 11:50pm - DestroyYouAlot ""]
whiskey_weed_and_women said:a Tibetan monk sets himself on fire.
"what what are you doing ? "
"making you deal with your shit. "
Motherfucking Robin Williams. That special is amazing, right after he got out of his Disney contract, straight back to the filth. As it should be.
[May 4,2005 11:52pm - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
filth is just another word for telling the truth !
[May 5,2005 8:20am - brian_dc ""]
looking at your original post here...Bill Hicks had so many amazing things to say and because of that was so overlooked...glad to see that his impact is out there.
[May 10,2005 1:45pm - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
My advice to you is not to inquire why or whither, but just enjoy your ice cream while it's on your plate -- that's my philosophy. ~Thorton Wilder
[May 25,2005 3:20pm - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
I do not mean to exclude altogether the idea of patriotism. I know it exists, and I know it has done much in the present contest. But I will venture to assert, that a great and lasting war can never be supported on this principle alone. It must be aided by a prospect of interest, or some reward. - George Washington
[May 25,2005 3:43pm - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
we are facing a dangerous spirit ahead, if we do not stop, correct and change some of these wrong doings now. we are all gonna suffer.
either things that we made will over take us or nature will take over.
earthquake, flood, rain, sever drought, sever winter, lightning destruction, great wind destruction.
these things will warn us we are not following the laws of the great spirit.
are you lost !
[May 26,2005 10:01pm - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
I must admit, they planted a lot of things
in the brains and the veins of my strain
Makes it hard to refrain, from the host of cocaine
From them whores, from the flame
From a post in the game
Makes it hard to maintain focus
They're from the glock rounds, and lockdowns, and berries
The seeds that sow, get devoured by the same locusts
Cause it's a hard row to hoe
if your ass don't move, and the rain don't fall
And the ground just dry
But the roots are strong, so some survive
So you're surprised, now I'm bustin cries
You got more juice than Zeus
Slangin lightnin tryin to frighten
Plains dwellers, of the Serengeti
But get beheaded when you falsely dreaded
Melanin silicon and collagen injected
Dissectin my pride, fool I don't wanna get it started
We be the lionhearted, without a fantasy
It's like that red sprite, you can't imagine it
unless you lookin at the canvas of life
and not through the peephole of mortality
Single minded mentality
Gettin over on loopholes
Gettin paid two-fold on technicalities
Clickin your heels, scared to bust how you feel
Pack the steel
Pickin cotton from the killing fields with no toe
I don't we in Kansas no mo' though
Midwest or Dirty South
Clean dressed or dirty mouth
Whether robbin preachers or killin Poor Righteous Teachers
You a scared demon
Shouldn't be allowed to spread semen
And your cowardly lies never defyin the jackals who babble
Runnin with they pack, tail between your legs
Though the man on your head say the story
As you downplay your glory
Cacklin, helpin the shacklin of your brethern happen
Just by rappin..
LIBERTAD..
[May 28,2005 3:57pm - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
"Go on, for the love of God, go back to your philipkins. I"m sick and tired of hearing about Messiahs. One comes along he's crucified; along comes the next, he's crucified too. And haven't you learnt what message Andrew brought his father Jonah: it seems wherever you go and wherever you stop, you find a cross. The dungeons are overflowing with Messiahs...Ooo, enough's enough! We've been getting along just fine without Messiahs---they're nothing but a pain in the neck. Go on, bring me some cheese and I"ll give you a pan-full of fish. You give me and I give you: that's the Messiah."
---------The Last Temptation of Christ, Nikos Kazantzakis
[Jun 7,2005 7:11pm - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
Whiskey, Weed and Women
As I watch the sun
set slowly I hold back the tears
And I can't help but wonder
why the lord had to put me here
Caused I've raised hell
All night long
And I've seen a good
man go wrong
And I can't help
The way that I am
Cause the whiskey weed and women
had the upper hand
Livin' lonely
is the life that I been livin'
I got drunk
the day my paw went to prison
And when my mama died
I just didn't care about livin'
And I drank myself blind
just tryin' to find a good reason
And I've raised hell
All night long
And I've seen a good
man go wrong
And I can't help
The way that I am
Cause the whiskey weed and women
have the upper hand
Yeah the whiskey weed and women
have the upper hand,
hand,
hand
[Jun 28,2005 8:40pm - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
All man's miseries derive from not being
able to sit quietly in a room alone.
BLAISE PASCAL
(1623-1662)
I'm putting tinfoil up on the windows
Lying down in the dark to dream
I don't want to see their faces
I don't want to hear them scream
- W. Zevon
Menopause is when the stork that brings babies is shot by drunken hunters – Homer Simpson
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There's a passage I got memorized. Ezekiel 25:17. "The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides
by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of the darkness. For he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know I am the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon you."
I been sayin' that shit for years. And if you ever heard it, it meant your ass. I never really questioned what it meant. I thought it was just a cold-blooded thing to say to a motherfucker 'fore you popped a
cap in his ass. But I saw some shit this mornin' made me think twice. Now I'm thinkin', it could mean you're the evil man. And I'm the righteous man. And Mr. .45 here, he's the shepherd protecting my righteous ass in the valley of darkness. Or is could by you're the righteous man and I'm the shepherd and it's the world that's evil and selfish. I'd like that. But that shit ain't the truth. The truth is you're the weak. And I'm the tyranny of evil men. But I'm tryin'. I'm tryin' real hard to be a shepherd.
Jules
[Jul 25,2005 9:12pm - whiskey_weed_and_women ""]
Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
hell yeah
Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
with all the niggaz sayin
Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
Hell yeah
Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride