Gender: Male
Status: Single
Age: 29
Sign: Leo
City: I-Town
State: Florida
Country: US
Signup Date: 7/15/2006
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Saturday, July 04, 2009
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Category: Life
There comes a time when you must go through the closets in your home and do some weeding of the useless artifacts of your life. You find yourself asking many questions. Why did I buy that? When was this ever cool. What was that a piece to? Who did this belong to, and will they want it back? How am I going to get rid of all this crap? Then, there are moment when you find pieces of yourself that you had long forgot. Old trophies from sports you are no longer in shape for (uh I have none of those). Tokens from hobbies that you've lost intrest in (I've got quite a few of those). Photos of you and a old flame at some dance or something...(I only have one of those....) 0_<". While going through one of the many packed closets I came face to face with some old friends: Atari cardrages.
Right now I have no gaming rig to speak of which blows. Responsible Abi won't even alow for a budget for a new T.V. so I blow some dust off the old XBOX. I have even been looking for an 7800 Atari. The old 7800 was taken apart in order to make robots. Yeah, you heard me robots! They would've worked if the funding hadn't run out. Special robots designed to watch movies with me and make jokes like on Mystery Science Theater 3000. We've all thought about it, haven't we? Anyway I digress, I'm looking for a new Atari 7800 so I can pwn noobs at Combat. Combat was the deathmatch game before there was a DOOM or Halo. Planes or Tanks bitches you're going down!
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Sunday, June 21, 2009
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I lay on my back staring into the starscape. The glow-in-the-dark stars and planets are remnants of the time my current room belonged to my sister. Soon, the stickers will fade and my pocket universe will go dark. I will try to imagine that I'm alone floating in nothingness, all the while pondering my next move. In the current circles I walk I can't help but feel like maybe I'm over reaching. But, I feel that my goals depend on it. The rewards are not there yet either. Must soldier on and avoid being crushed underfoot. I can't stop now, gotta make up for lost time. As for matters of the heart, it has been a love fest of sorts. Their are many that share close bonds with me, but I'm too unstable for anything more. The members of my "harem" serve my needs and moods. My demands for female companionship has changed drastically; I need almost 10 to make up for the one I "lost". Life is strange. Even with all the attention, there is still the one that dominates over the rest. Someday, maybe again? Either way life is good for the most part. I am blessed to have the friends I gave.
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Tuesday, June 09, 2009
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Kill it mc with your ability beams With your new acquired powers in this hour of need Wi-wi-with the the greatest of ease pu-pu-put these haters to sleep m-m-mc chris you are my hero with no fear of defeat.
Believe it or not I am rocking the mic An easy combo to remember like the lock on your bike My name is mc chris havin' the time of my life Turn the mic into dynamite, like ?????? might write Cause I got the beats and I got the flavor The narcs on my fart like the ark's got raiders I'm makin' paper you're makin' excuses You're abusing glue sticks Sorry but the shoe fits You're what's called a nuisance, I'm a new artist Only got the farthest cause I'm workin' the hardest So F you hated B's need to chill real soon Take a hammer to your grill, like I'm Oh Dae Su Lego head girl girls that smoke too much doob kicking ass with the 'stache of a Fu Manchu. Two blue tattoos, that used to be black you a bad enough dude to stay off of my back?
chorus
Believe it or not I can out-style all these know-it-alls Getting greedy 'cause I made a CD at the local mall Maybe these preemies need their Wheaties, perpetrating in a Powerglove (??The Rock swiggin' at like a plastic bag of sauna??) Gotta gargle lava if you wanna spit fire Save the drama for your mama, we all know that shit's tired. Just 'cause you're hoping to flow don't mean you can open the show. You gotta girl and she at home with a head full of holes I'm like baseball cards, but with mp3s. I rock bicycle spokes- just a joke MC. See, you ride up on my grip like I got the gan-yo. Let me hit the bong slow while I say “RAW Bro!” This is for the haters. They got something to prove. If they didn't hate on me then they'd have nothing to do. Watch me body slam a n00b on the hard concrete. I make a living musing over hardcore beats.
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Friday, May 29, 2009
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I'm among strangers. I could probably fake a accent and pretend to be some European artist that blew out his voice from smoking like it was going out of style. Life iz not sweet, no? I'm looking at a painting of blue splotches that make an abstract image of the artist's face. He should've gone more "abstract"! 3 I keed, I keed! This kid keeps plugging tommorow's open mike night. Okay, okay... She is cute... A youngin', mehbe she needs a father figure...
Wow there's a wine bottle holder that looks like sailor drinking it! Who says that making fun of alcoholism can't be fun! I've just convinced some one that I'm working as a actor on a sequel to American Splendor: This time Harvey Pekar and Robert Crumb give up the independent comics the love an decide to turn Pekar's American Splendor into a team superhero book, using a group of patriotic mutants as the focus.Suckers! 1st short: Sad piano soundtrack. That bathtub is goin' to be a bitch to clean. Short film 2 "cold black lifeless eyes, like a doll's eyes" Short film 3 Most dramatic mail sorting ever: bill bill bill dead girl letter. Short film 4 At first I thougt they were brother and sister. Short film 5 Ugh!
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Thursday, May 21, 2009
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Category: Movies, TV, Celebrities
The screen is dark, completely black....
Voice Over Dude: In a world where nothing is what it seems....
A flash of a mans eyes (close up).
Voice Over Dude: A place where up is down and left is diagonal upper-middle right...
A worms view 3/4 profile of the same man walking, in full stride.
Voice Over Dude: In a commerical public area that bares no resemblance to any existing place...
A series of quick flashes, A small mouth guard sack being clipped to a belt loop, magnetic badge being clipped to the right breast of a polo shirt, and some kind of black loafer being laced up.
Voice Over Dude: Abi Rosa is...
Black background with big bold letters: THE LAST ERT
Voice Over Dude: ERT Rosa dosen't play by the rules
Jump cut: Rosa is in an office sitting in front of a middle aged African-American man.
Abi Rosa: I'm sorry, but I thought I was hired to do a job? Why don't you stop holding me back, so I can do it!
Director Roundtree: Rosa! I got two ERT's down on your shift and you're out there giving out band-aids like water! Man, I'm getting too old for this!
Voice Over Dude: No, one understands him not even his woman.
Abi Rosa is sitting in a car with his girlfriend.
Jump Cut:
Star: I'm sorry Abi. You're just to heavy, dude.
Abi Rosa: I know, its just that, I've seen to much. Too many scraped knees. Too many cut or mashed fingers. Too many hours wasted on slow, slow report producing software. My work computer must have an hamster running a wheel!
Voice Over Dude: Nothing can stop him from his duty. Jump Cut:
Rosa is on a phone.
Abi Rosa: I said order me some of those damn finger condom things! Regualr bandages won't do. You guys know this and you continue to play these games!
Jump Cut:
The camera is turning around Rosa in 360s at different orbits. Voices are swirling around as well.
Abi Rosa: You sound retarded. I'm calling E.M.S!
Roundtree: I don't care how long the report is taking. You clock out damnit!
Star: Get away from me! God, you're such a loser!
Abi Rosa: The person who trained me for this job was cruel. I hated them, but they made me in to the best ERT, that hasn't left or been fired!
Inexplicable shot of Rosa running in slow motion and screaming for no reason. Complete with heartbeat sound efx.
Voice Over Dude: Abrahan de la Rosa is Abi Rosa in Ray Bastardo's:
Jump Cut:
Rosa is pounding his fists onto a computer desk,
Abi rosa: No! No! No!
Voice Over Dude: THE LAST ERT
Jump Cut:
Rosa is at a bar with a mug of beer to his forehead. He has a black eye and a trickle of blood on the corner of his mouth.
Abi Rosa And this, is my Monday
Jump Cut to Black:
Voice Over Dude: A Pipe Wrench Fight production. A Ray Bastardo Film. Coming soon to a bootleg DVD and bit torrent download near you. Rated R, a hard R bitches!
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Wednesday, May 20, 2009
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I woke up, reluctantly to the sound of my scary doomsday alarm clock. Had to be careful to wake up and not just turn it of and go back to sleep. I do that a lot.
What happened last night? Oh yeah, I made an ass of myself at the party. What else is new? That's why I never get invited to anything. Ow, my jaw. Yeah, that's right I was using my face to block some guy's fist. Damn, he got me good, but he really should step into the punch to maximize the power. Hey, if you're gonna do something...
Ugh, head throbbing. When you take shots with out wincing you know that you're going to be in trouble in the morning. The taste of liquor should sting a little. You take a sip and you make a little noise, you make a little face, your "whiskey face" if you will, and all is well. There are little failsafes in life, you just have to be willing to abide by them.
Wow, my head is swollen. What was the fight about? I overstepped my bounds and paid the price. That, guy thinks it was about some kind of grudge between him and me. There is no "him and me", we don't exist. It's all good. I was way past due for an ass kicking anyway.
Getting your ass handed to you isn't always a bad thing. It's like a violent pruning of your ego. After a beating, comes a time of self refection. Maybe, you're not the best guy in the world. You probably should tone down the cocky-ness and pay attention to the things and people around you. Perhaps, you should learn to fight better?
Pain is a pretty basic learning tool. If you get hurt you stop doing whatever it is that caused said pain. Fire will burn you, so don't touch it. Disobey your parents you risk getting the belt. Shocking yourself in the nuts with a stun gun? Not smart thing to do. Simple stuff right?
It's emotional pain that is the real motherfucker. No one can see the damage that has been done. There is no Neosporin for mental scarring. No salve, for being stricken with the asshola virus. Your only clue that something is up: irrational behavior. The signs aren't always noticed by the victim.
I'm currently rehabbing a broken heart, bruised ego, and a crushed soul. The details aren't important, at least not to anyone but me. It's not anyone else's problem, so who cares, right? We all go through right? I'm nobody special. Mister Rodgers was wrong, sorry.
So, after taking on so mush emotional pain. You start to earn for good old fashioned physical punishment. The gym becomes a torture chamber and a beat down is a refreshing change of pace. It's all apart of wanting to feel something, anything, anything at all. Feeling good about anything won't work at this moment. The good times are what got us here and we were deceived or left to fend for ourselves. We jumped in head first and had real good time, but now that time was gone. Even worst is when you to the math and figure that the good times were going to come to an end and there was nothing you can do about it.
There were failsafes, and you ignored them all. It all was too good to be true. You softened up. You thought the crocodile could be trusted, and that fucker snaped his jaws! Yet, you only have yourself to blame. Fuck, you let it happen three different times!
So, now you sit in your room hungover, your head swollen, and somehow your starting to feel better about it all. You're learning...
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Friday, May 15, 2009
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Tenshi no Yubikiri The Promise of an Angel
You may dream. Chase after it. If you can convey
these sincere feelings, your dreams can come true.
You may dream. Pure white love becomes wings,
as if the promise of an angel is coming true.
When I see your profile in passing,
my heart begins to flutter and dance.
Listening to your voice as you talked,
I realized there was another "you."
I wish I had just a little bit of courage
to gaze into your eyes.
You may dream. Chase after it. If you can convey
these sincere feelings, your dreams can come true.
You may dream. Pure white love becomes wings,
as if the promise of an angel is coming true.
Every time your face shines,
my heart hurts, and I close my eyes.
Heart-break turns into tears,
selfishly overflowing.
Without being afraid of getting hurt,
I hold my little finger out to the mirror.
You may dream. Hold me. Right now, I want to
change these thoughts into words: I love you.
You may dream. Pure white love becomes wings,
as if the promise of an angel is coming true.
You may dream. Chase after it. If you can convey
these sincere feelings, your dreams can come true.
You may dream. Pure white love becomes wings,
as if the promise of an angel is coming true.
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Tuesday, May 12, 2009
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Switching Roles
We
laid on the bed after the night's activates, Mavis was spent and had her back
to her lover, and Gabriel was wide awake watching her sleep. None of this
made sense. After all that had been said and done. Should we have been indulging in the pleasures of the past, Gabriel wasn't worried about
giving in to his base desires, but Mavis had managed to have a boyfriend with
much promise and this proved that old habits were hard to break.
Only six months ago, the
love we shared ended in broken jagged pieces, Mavis had already strayed shortly
after their wedding, and Gabriel wondered if it could ever be just the two of
them. There always seemed to be the need for another lover. Sure,
topics of money, choice of career, attention and the lack thereof and ambition
always came up, but the need for an extra always came up. Some
ex-boyfriend from the past would come up and send everything in a tailspin.
Our focus on the past seemed to be very different, Gabriel keep held on
loosely to what once was, and Mavis seem to use her crotch has a way of
holding on to past loves, literially and figuratively. But, the last one was a one night stand which some how
made everything even worse. Wasn't it all bad?
Now, with yet another
man in the picture, the roles were switched again. Our need for the
familiar drew us together again, Mavis was not satisfied in a way that she had
been accustomed to, and after a few failed romances Gabriel wanted some kind of
physical connection with someone. There were no frivolous notions of
getting back together. This was just a release, a bodily function like
pissing. The orgasms help to "course correct". Who was
getting hurt? Who knew they were being hurt? We
had continued the chain of events that led to sorrow in the first place, Mavis
was still in the role of girlfriend, a role she gave up willingly years ago,
and Gabriel was now "the other man". Some poor guy out there
was waiting to see his girlfriend who he was already planning a life with.
Actually, we both had
other people in our hearts, Mavis had her boyfriend, and Gabriel had an old
friend who he wasn't sure if he should persue. Friends should stay
friends, right? Friends sometimes become lovers, which is still a tricky
transition to pull. When the word "love" is used in its proper
context, things tend to get very complicated. We still loved each other
which was only apparent by our need of contact. Mavis could've chosen anyone to
run to, and Gabriel wasn't involved with anyone. Why go back?
We were dangerous, the
poison of our sour relationship was seeping onto others we were involved with,
Mavis' need for happiness came at the cost of someone else's well being, and
Gabriel need for affection had found him clinging to other lost souls who would
only use him as a stepping stone to the life the truly wanted. The lies
and deceit continued, but the cast had gotten bigger.
For now, our needs were met, Mavis missed having Gabriel's body
next to hers’, and Gabriel missed watching her sleep. If only we could
trust each other. So, much damage had been done. Could time heal all
wounds? Can lost souls make their way back to each other, if it's truly
meant to be? Life continues to be a dark winding road.
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Wednesday, May 06, 2009
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Category: Life
Just in case there is any confusion...
Going out and eating a whole "boat" of sushi, drinking numerous Thai beers, drinking one Kirin Light, drinking one carafe of hot sake, doing two shots of some kind of herb (no not that kind) infused whiskey, and picking of you friend's ultra spicy Thai dish is the best way to have a hangover.
Had my cards read by my dinner compainion. When she was done with my first reading she had a look of confusion on her face.
"You're love life is fucked up," she said makeing a squinty look.
" You know that , already. I already told you that I love someone, that will probably never hook-up with me again," I replied through a beer soaked raw fish haze.
She got more squinty, " no, its more fucked up than that."
She went on about the dark skinned woman that still has a hold on me and the like skinned woman that is with the skinny young man. What it boils down to is this: most people have love triangles, however I have a love "pentagram". This pentagram of mine must be the door way that the demon that torments me enters through. Why, oh why did I ever touch that melted statue at my mother-in-law's house? The amonia appearently wasn't enough cleanse me of the curse.
Wait.. Wha?
Nevermind
Oh, the second reading was all about how fucked up my finances are. Yeah, cards are really stating the obvious. There was also another attempt to read my love life. The card insisted that it was all fucked up, but there was even more about the light skinned woman and the skinny young man.... hurm...
Well, off to Naples to make more friends.
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Tuesday, May 05, 2009
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Well, we are at post 100
and what have we learned? What is this all about anyway? Is this
the story of redemption? Is this the tale of an underdog that fights
against all odds to have the life he wants? Maybe, this is the story of a young
orphan, who goes to a special school and becomes the most powerful wizard of
all? Eh.. probably not, but that would be a pretty good story, right?
Hopefully, people come to
the blog for yet another pompous point of view from someone who talks way to
much about himself. I deliver that 100 fold. But, people like people that talk primarily
about themselves. Rap and Hip-Hop, for example, are genres loaded with
artists that perform song after song about themselves. So, I'm like a
rapper, except I have no rhymes, no music, and no sense of rhythm. Like I said,
other than all that other stuff I'm exactly like a rapper.
People wonder why I love
comic books so much and I finally figured it out. I want to be a hero.
I want to be just strong enough, smart enough, and powerful enough.
Here's the catch: I fail miserably at being a hero and most people don't
want to be saved, anyway.
I can't stand comics like Superman, Batman,
and Ironman. All three of those guys can do just about anything.
Batman and Ironman prove the point: if you have a shitload of money you
can do just about anything you want. Supes not only does he have every
worthwhile super-power in the book, and he's an illegal and nobody seems to
care. I don't think that the U.S. should be a dumping ground for bastard
Kryptonian children. Oh, sure you guys say that its just one guy, next
thing you know you got a supergirl, superdog, supercat, superhorse,
supermonkey, and the whole bottled city of Kandor. And, they say Mexicans
are bad.
I'm kind of like Bruce
Wills in Unbreakable. I'm even a security guard, too. So, I got the
profession down. I've haven't figured out my supporting cast yet. I
mean, I got the family, and co-workers. It would be cool if I had a talking
animal. Captain Marvel (DC) had Talky-Tawny the Taking Tiger, which was
merely a tiger walking up right dressed as somebody's uncle. A talking tiger would be kind of boss. But, what would he say…
“I’m going to chomp on your
head Roy.”
Then, there is the whole love interest thing. The year that Marvel used Mephisto (Marvel's pseudo-Satan)
to wipe Peter Parker and Mary Jane's marriage from the history books, my own marriage
fell apart like fine china. But, unlike Parker, I haven't accidently
snapped the neck of my Gwen Stacy. When you get involved with women it
helps if you don't break 'em. Of course, I never had a girlfriend thrown
off the Brooklyn Bridge by a maniac with a jet glider.
God, I am such a geek...
Speaking of super-powered
people, let’s talk about the finale of Heroes. Man, is that show getting
on my nerves.
It's all like, "I'm Claire
and I suspect that my dad is up to no good. Oh, no my dad is up to no
good, I hate him. Dad saved my sorry ass so now I love him."
That shit happens every
season. Then, they fucked up the three best characters. Peter was
like a super-power Swiss army knife and then his Pops had to steal all his kick
ass powers. So, all did this season, is fly around like his older
douche-bag brother. The choice to make Hiro's time stopping power start
killing him was another suck ass move. Even Sylar wasn't safe from
lameness. He spent the whole season trying to figure himself out.
Turns out Sylar like to dress up like his mom. Plus, the "good
guys" mind fucks him to makes him think he's Nathan Petrelli. What happened
to the real Nathan? Deader than a door nail. That's what happens when you
sell your own people out, bitch.
I wanted Mohinder to start
cocooning people again. He spent the season being upset that he couldn't bang
his hot Mexican girlfriend anymore. I know the felling, man.
The next finale I'm waiting
for is the Lost season 5 finale. I still love the show, but hate trying
to watch with people who keep bugging me about what's going on.
"I just don't know
what's going on? I am so confused. What is Twittering?"
Some, here you go, a Lost summary:
It's a big joke for people
who are high.
There goes another
pointless blog.
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