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    January 27

    quiZZpickles

    I'm just drifting along..
    unsure of anything anymore..
    but likin' its innocence.
    I feel like a rock..
    caught in the middle of a stream..
    is life really passing me by..
    or is this all a dream?
    Help me..
    .. help me..
    January 18

    *Primal scream that will make your ears bleed*

    I don't wanna be like you
    Dress like you
    Talk like you
    Do the things you do
    Because you're all the same.

    January 08

    I Want to Get Out of Here

    Ahoy.


    I'm not going to lie, but not many people actually know the real me- there's the me that you mostly see when I'm in public and around people, and then there's the me I only show when I'm by myself. The "Me" you usually see is one of immaturity, awkwardness, and summed up- "weird". The reason I act this way? Because life is too short to be serious. One needs to be wreckless to a point in order to experience life to the fullest. Usually, when I'm by myself I'm not thinking about the weird shit that comes out of my mouth around people- no. Instead, I'm thinking about where I fit into this world, and ways in which I can make an impression on it and hopefully help change it for the better. I think of ways I can better myself, for myself, by myself. I think of strategies to avoid depressions and ruts, and I think of the ways that I can help those around me when they have fallen. I can either be your best friend, or your worst enemy; the most caring person, or the most uncaring person. It all depends on how you treat me- you give a little, you get a little. If you blatantly throw me away, I'll simply throw you away as well- although this doesn't mean I'm not going to care about you. In my mind stands one sole person who is guilty of this. They threw me away, called me a prick when I tried talking with them about their problems, and then got blamed for everything that had gone wrong between us. If you want me to a prick, I'll be a prick.


    There are problems within our lives that are incomprehensible to us as of yet. But through the support of friends and family, we are able to prevail and overcome these stumbling blocks. The advice I usually give people is "Keep your chin up, and don't give up."


    I hate my job.

    Mike.

    I dedicate this song to that person I mentioned above.

     

    January 06

    So This is Goodbye

    In my dreams I'm dying all the time
    As I wake its kaleidoscopic mind
    I never meant to hurt you
    I never meant to lie
    So this is goodbye
    This is goodbye

    Tell the truth you never wanted me
    Tell me

    In my dreams I'm jealous all the time
    As I wake I'm going out of my mind
    Going out of my mind

    - Porcelain - Moby -

     

    Poor Man's Cyser

    Ingredients
     
    Made in TWO batches, so 1/2 ingredients for each pot
    2 large pots
    4 bottles apple juice 64oz
    2 lbs honey
    2 (two) 3 packs of Fleishmann's rapid rising active yeast
    8 TBS normal cane sugar.
    4 teabags
    4 oz lemon juice
    4-5 2 liter coke bottles sterilized with soap and a little bleach
    Balloons (20 ct)
    Ice to cool (about 1/2 quart per batch) or better to wait to cool w/o ice
    Methods/steps
    Divide the recipe into two equal batches to boil in two pots with the apple juice, honey, sugar, and tea bags.
    Boil and stir for about 15-20 min. Scoop off the foam.
    Remove teabags and put ice into mixture to cool and wait 45 min or so until its tepid, warm to the touch.
    Take a 3 pack Fleishmann's rapid rising active yeast dissolve in and mix (for each pot) into a cup warm water and add while stirring. Stir 5 min. Mix the yeast up.

    With a funnel, pour into bottles and add a balloon on the lip. Change Co2 about 4x daily. Wait a week and wait for the yeast and Co2 to settle and rack (pour) off into another container discarding the yeast and then cap the bottle off (only if balloons are no longer active or you must wait.)

    Ready in a week, kick ass in two or let it age, it only gets better. Although a non traditional recipe as far as some steps or ingredients, it makes a tasty mead that is about 16%-18% alcohol. ENJOY
    suppliers: Local grocery store.

    At a glance
    Mead
    Cyser
    Makes
    8 quarts

     
    I've made this recipe twice now (personally, the first batch turned out way better than the first) and happens to be one of my favourite drinks. When I've made my mead, for the teabag ingredient, I used strawberry flavoured tea both times, and it really makes a sweet bevvie, especially with the honey, sugar, and apple juice. Also, when I made my mead, I used an actual carboy (used for fermenting wine) instead of the Coke bottles-and-balloons- but if you can work with those it's all good. Yeast, I just used Fleischmann's yeast, which you can buy in little jars at your local grocery store or what-have-you. Don't limit yourself though as to what you use or how much you make. As my one friend said, he had some cinnamon flavoured tea, and pondered the idea of a cinnamon-y beverage. The possibilities are endless.


    Enjoy.

    The Final Breath

    My axe shimmers in the fire
    The fire that consumes the remains of a-thousand corpses,
    laid-waste from a battle long-since past,
    They shall feel no pain, no hurt, no guilt, or death's dark, cold wrath
    And in the distance, I see a light,
    that pierces this hellish black,
    And I know that when I enter death there will be no turning back
    And all around me, where I lay, there all lies friend and foe,
    And in all these sons and brothers, husbands, fathers,
    are souls I shall never know.
    The light in the distance grows greater as my weary soul draws near,
    and in its warmth and security I shall not feel any fear.
    And how many of us are already on this voyage home?
    No cares are left, our debt's been paid, as our flesh then turns to bone.
    Within this light are voices of familiarity,
    of friends long-passed and and those of my lost family.
    I hear my father's voice call out, "Son, you'll be a great warrior some day"
    and as a warrior, to the death, it is here that I have lain.
    And in this moment that will last with me for all time,
    with my last blood and strength, I was able to write this rhyme.
    With every bit of strength, I now take in my final breath,
    and I, a warrior, finally surrender to that which is known as death.


    January 04

    Stanza 2

    They all look at me like I'm strange
    They're all wanting me to change
    But I don't want to be like them
    I want to be just who I am

    ... insert snappy chorus here...
        ... in progress...
    January 03

    Anarchy... with an intro from Crass!

    If there was no government, wouldn't there be chaos
    Everybody running round, setting petrol bombs off?
    And if there was no police force, tell me what you'd do
    If thirty thousand rioters came running after you?
    And who would clean the sewers? Who'd mend my television?
    Wouldn't people lay about without some supervision?
    Who'd drive the fire engines? Who'd fix my video?
    If there were no prisons, well, where would robbers go?

    And what if I told you to Fxxk Off?

    What if there's no army to stop a big invasion?
    Who'd clean the bogs and sweep the floors? We'd have all immigration.
    Who'd pull the pint at the local pub? Where'd I get my fags?
    Who'd empty out my dustbins? Would I still get plastic bags?
    If there were no hospitals, and no doctors too,
    If I'd broken both my legs, where would I run to?
    If there's no medication, if there were no nurses,
    Wouldn't people die a lot? And who would drive the hearses?

    And what if I told you to Fxxk Off?

    If there were no butchers shops, what would people eat?
    You'd have everybody starving if they didn't get their meat.
    If there was no water, what would people drink?
    Who'd flush away the you-know-what? But of course MINE never stink.
    What about the children? Who'd teach them in the schools?
    Who'd make the beggers keep in line? Learn them all the rules?
    Who's tell us whitewash windows? When to take down doors?
    Tell us make a flask of tea and survive the holocaust?


    I hope you read that =]

    Anarchy is what we need. If we abolished government, the world would be free to run on its own again; people could be people. It would mean that we would not be under constant threat of a nuclear attack just because our governments disagree; instead it would be Joe Bill and Ahmad could duel it out by themselves without putting millions of other innocent people at risk for a conflict that is not theirs.

    "If there were no butchers shops, what would people eat?" gives way to the misconceptions surrounding the form of "non-government". Sure enough, butcher shops would probably cease to exist, but BUTCHERS (the people WITH the skill) would still be around. In order to survive in an Anarchist world a trade would be necessary.

     Say Farmer Pete wants to get 15lbs of pork. He goes to Butcher Steve and asks for 15lbs of pork. Butcher Steve says "I'll give you 15lbs of pork, but I need 15lbs of grain to keep my pigs fed". Farmer Pete hands over 15lbs of his food source to Butcher Steve in exchange for 15lbs of his food source.

    "What about the children? Who'd teach them in the schools?". Honestly. Look at the last paragraph and think: the only thing necessary to survive would be a trade. As a child, your father or mother could teach you how to sew seeds, make clothing, etc. That would be all you would need, except for basic survival skills needed to survive in the world itself. Reading and writing could come from someone who carries the "trade" or ability to do so, and for labour or goods in return an education system would thrive.

    "What if there's no army to stop a big invasion?". Anarchy would abolish borders and government. No governments quarelling over land would mean no invasions. Everybody owns everything, therefore land is everyone's to trod.

    "Who'd make the beggars keep in line?". Beggars wouldn't exist. I bet in an Anarchist society, beggars would be the fittest in the "survival of the fittest" philosophy. Thy already own nothing, they make livings off of nothing, and I'll bet you anything that they would be able to whip "trades" up out of nowhere. Beggars would no longer exist, and they'd have jobs in society with the ability to do something with their lives.

     "Who'd pull the pint at the local pub?". No need to go the pub for a drink anymore. Simply exchange goods or labour for the brewmaster for a pack of beer. 'Nuff said.
     
    "Wouldn't people lay about without some supervision?". The point exactly. In an Anarchist state, there would be no work. You could lay around all day, and since there would be no society, you harm no one but yourself. Plus, as long as you can successfully execute your trade for goods to help you survive, you are your own boss; you decide your own hours.
     
    "And if there was no police force, tell me what you'd do, If thirty thousand rioters came running after you?". Aren't riots usually the cause of some stupid act brought forth by the government? In the Anarchist state, you would set your own conditions and environment. You would be in control of your own government; if something doesn't work out, blame yourself. Now tell me what you'd do? In my case, would I hold a picket sign saying "Mike Cleveland is a major dumbass!". Exactly. No.
     
    "If there were no hospitals, and no doctors too,
    If I'd broken both my legs, where would I run to?
    If there's no medication, if there were no nurses,
    Wouldn't people die a lot? And who would drive the hearses?". We're too affiliated with our European roots and governing systems. Before we showed up in North America, the Native Americans had their own forms of medicine and treatments. So, I've said it before: trades. It's pretty easy to see that if government disappeared, the doctors wouldn't. Medicine could be achieved through natural remedies and treatments. As for the hearses part: animals die in nature all the time; they drop where they die. Do they cause problems? No, because nature cleans it up. I'm not saying that you would want to live in a place littered with rotting corpses; any person in their right mind would bury them properly. I'm just saying that if you're all alone, and you drop dead in the middle of nowhere, no one is going to know, therefore no one would care.
     
    "If there were no prisons, well, where would robbers go?". Why would anyone have to steal anymore? Unless you're some lazy-assed individual who is too laid back to do work, gaining possessions would not be based on how much money you have. Plus, since money would not exist, it would not be hard to regain what you just lost.

    "And what if I told you to Fxxk Off?". Haha. Well, in an anarchist world, you would be free to do so. Actually, in any free society you'd be able to do so. It's survival of the fittest, and if you get offended by it, then you are the weakest link; good bye =]

    Now, we all know that the world would NEVER abolish its borders, governments, etc. Why? Because the world has gotten greedy and power hungry. I believe that if the world did dissolve the ruling classes, we could achieve a Utopia. Yes. Most of you know me as Mike Cleveland, Communist. But, now I oficially have changed to Anarchy. All the hard line Anarchists out there will probably tell me "You just can't change, you fag". Well, obviously I just did. It is my dream to hopefully see Utopia, before Heaven, so that the world will finally be able to cool itself off, tension-wise. This is why we need revolts, rebellions, etc. I hope you see it my way, and hopefully give Anarchist views a shot. Finally, we would live in a classless society. It would eliminate poverty, hunger, unemployment, EVERYTHING that has stopped one human from advancing at the same rates other humans have. If you don't understand what I mean, imagine if Darfur had no government that was constantly coming down on them. Imagine THAT. So, in this time of turmoil throughout the world, let's try to make a change.

      

    This was composed about 2 years ago. Just retrieved it off one of my old spaces. Some-what innocent, and misinformed, but it gets the point across.

    For the Punx - The Casualties

    You always put us down
    Cause we spike our hair
    Bondage trousers and dyed hair
    I'll never change my ways
    Don't tell me what to do
    Don't tell me what to wear
    I'm gonna do it as I please
    That's the way we live

    DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO SAY
    DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO WEAR
    OI! OI! WE'RE THE PUNKS OF TODAY (SPIKEY HAIR DRUNK PUNKS)
    AND WE'RE PUNKS HERE TO STAY!!!


    Who let these egotistical bastards
    Get into our scene
    Preaching Politics and they tell me how to be
    They want to be preaching anarchy
    But I'll break their rules that
    I was never part of it

    DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO SAY
    HOW TO BE OR WHAT TO WEAR
    OI! OI! WE'RE THE PUNKS OF TODAY (SPIKEY HAIR DRUNK PUNKS)
    AND WE'RE PUNKS HERE TO STAY!!!

    It's a way of life, Never change your ways
    It's a way of life for the punks of today
    We play for you, We play for everyone
    Power to the punks until the day we die
    Never ever change your ways
    (2x) Drunk punks of today
    Oi! Oi! and we're here to stay
    (Spikey Hair Drunk Punks)
    Oi! Drunk punks of today

     

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    January 02

    Social Distortion - Far Behind

    With friends like you, who needs enemies?
    you ain't right, you ain't never gonna be,
    you're out of the car, I'm afraid you've been declined.
    you shake my hand, while you're pissing on my leg
    I'm cuttin you loose, I don't need this misery
    your soul is toxic, you ain't no friend of mine.

    You talk real trash when i'm not around
    to build yourself up, you gotta to tear me down.
    you'll have to excuse me, i've got better things to do.
    you smile through your teeth, you talk out your neck
    every chance you get you're gonna stab my back.
    your time's run out, i've got nothing left for you..

    [Chorus:]
    I'm leaving you far behind.
    I'm leaving you far behind.
    Stop wasting all of my time.
    I'm leaving you far behind.

    So I'm pulling out the weeds, i'm taking stock
    you can talk the talk, but cant walk the walk
    Your narcissistic ways have gotten the best of you.
    So I'm leaving you to sink, in all your glory
    For you and me it's the end of the story.
    Get out of my way, I've got better things to do..

    [Chorus x3]

    With friends like you, who needs enemies?
    it means you ain't right, you ain't never going
    your soul is toxic, you ain't no friend of mine

     
    January 01

    This Year Will be Different

    Ahoy.

    Yup, this year is going to be different- compared to last year atleast. I'm moved out, and I have a job now. I'm also planning on keeping my New Year's resolution of being more straight-forward and less being kept-to-myself. This year is also going to be a year to start over and forget everything (mostly) from last year.

    From everyone that I have wronged in 2008, I'm sorry. Hopefully we can forget our differences and move on in the next 365.

    Anyways, I found a really cool site for musical distribution- www.ursession.com

    Check it out.