I think prison is too extreem, but they need to be brain washed and hung out to dry.
(alot of theropy and juvie)

you need a book to figure that out?

Waldon-Henry Thoreau

I dreamt last night I walked the shoreline out into the ocean floor, I stared beyond the shallow darkness out into the see beyond. And soon I saw a faded light that shined down on a wooden nightstand covered in the photos of my loves and my regrets.
When I woke I paced my room and stared out of my open window, I saw the world as it could be broken hearted full of beauty. I thought of you in summer’s dress, lying on your king size bed, I felt a pain flow over me and I saw the man that I could be.
Then I saw the man that I am, soldered to the ground I stand on, waiting for the rise of purity that never seemed to stay with me. But lucky coins cant bring it back and shooting stars wont pay the ransom, it comes and goes like breeze that circles round and carries me away.

I stepped out my door into the sunlight, lifting my hand I shaded my eyes. I looked out on my city, neon lighted gritty and alone. I walked down streets of ruble, I saw my world in times of trouble. Passing houses guarding fences, lines of cars that never ends, people sleeping on the sidewalk, women children outlined in chalk, people with cold shoulders in a land of chain linked borders.
It’s not my place to say but if we were meant to live this way, then god has a sadistic mind and left this place along time ago.

With every step I felt an anger, filling up and taking over. I walked for miles not looking back at the sea of asphalt warped and cracked. Soon I came upon a playground, children playing all around me. Their laughter like a symphony, filling my head, soothing me. I thought of wooden nightstands and the images that covered them. In their eyes I found my hope, I turned away and headed home again.

I walked the same streets as before but did not see a world in trouble, I saw people holding hands and flowers growing from the ruble. I Knelt down and picked a flower and as I held it in my hand, I gazed upon my city and I knew that I had found my promise land.

Incubus-Wish you were here

Zeke- telepath boy
the Briefs
the Black Halos

Suicidal Tendancies- Instatutionalized
"All I wanted was a Pepsi, just one Pepsi, and she wouldn't give it to me."

David bowie-Lady Stardust

Radiohead- Paranoid Android

Dropkick Murphys- Shipping off to Boston

the Kinks- You really got me

Tool=Eulogy

James Brown-Sex Machine

Yeah, I know, grunge is dead

We have a small trickle of local bands making it (modest mouse, the Shins)
but we need another Jimi Hendrix or Kurt Cobain.

Wow, that's cool.Didn't they come from a mid-west college town?

Last summer, I painted the house next door to Eddie Vedder's house in West Seattle.

I am niether black nor a crimenal, just a people watcher and an empathizer. I could be wrong, but I see racism as having a negative impact on crime in this country. Honestly, if I was a black person in a predominately white nation living in New Orleans with poor education, poor job opportunities, bad role models, and constant racism from the same ethnicity of people who ran this country and took weeks to send FEMA, I probably would not be an upstanding citizen. I may start believing what people tell me and fall into the role that society had laid out for me.

**** man, why do you think the majority of black are like that? Ever heard of oppression? For some people, crime is their only sorce of power and pride. If they give into shame, they turn to drugs.
Do the ****ing math. In areas where racism is down (like Washington) African-Americans are more respectable and successful.
Obama may be a pied piper, he may be a puppet, he may be a lier and thief like the rest of the politicians, but I am still voting for him if only to bring the opression in this country down a notch.

Grinderman-Love Bomb

Why is it that none of the good bands tour through WA anymore?
REM is touring with Modest Mouse and the Nationals in May and they're jumping from Portland to Vancover BC