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July 23 Mike Cleveland...... is all he will ever be, and never anything more. It is time to face reality, jumping into the realms of Normality, and being accepted by society. Goodbye Personality, hello plasticity. I'm doing the same old song and dance, just waiting for my chance. May 06 I'm Back on my Blog :)Hey hey!
So, it's been awhile since I've written anything on my blog- and awhile since it wasn't anything depressing or revolving around that certain someone who stumbled into my life you-know-when. I'm just going to throw this out there right now, but since last summer I've lead a somewhat boring existance- but it's all good. I passed my first year of university, I moved into an apartment in Humboldt, and I'm still working at Extra Foods as a Produce Clerk. One thing I miss is getting hugs- those were alway nice. Tonight, as I write in my currently sleep-deprived state, I am going to discuss an ideal that I came up with today: Live without shame or fear, for in the end it will only amount to regret if you do. If you had read my New Year's post about my resolution- not holding back as much, being more straight-forward and open, etc.- you can kind of get a glimpse of what I mean. I've come to the conclusion that it is better to act than to not act at all, which in turn would lead to you not knowing the outcome of your decision. As the movie "Yes Man", starring Jim Carrey, shows you can open an entire world of possibilities by just allowing yourself to "go with the flow" of the world- within reason of course. If your plan fails, don't give up and don't land yourself in a rut- there are approximately 6 billion other people living on this planet, hundreds of miles of land to cover; places to be and people to see. Do not submit yourself to the idea that "this is all that life is going to be for me". If you do that, you're only limiting yourself and you pretty much surrender any possibilities that may await you elsewhere. You only get one shot at life, so make the best of it while you can. Don't spend your days waiting for a material opportunity to open up for you (ie. "I can't wait until I'm 19, then I can get into the bar"), that time will come- and when it does, you'll wish you had done more in your youth- I'm at that point right now, too many times I held back from opening myself up to the world, and I regret every minute of it. With that said, I leave you with one of my favourite 'chuuunes. I've probably already posted it on another entry, but it's an awesome song and it gets the message across better than I can. Peace, love, and Anarchy. -Mike. Sublime - What I Got Early in the morning, risin' to the street
Light me up that cigarette and I strap shoes on my feet Got to find a reason, a reason things went wrong Got to find a reason why my money's all gone I got a dalmation, and I can still get high I can play the guitar like a mother fucking riot Well, life is (too short), so love the one you got 'Cause you might get runover or you might get shot never start no static just get it off my chest Never had to battle with no bulletproof vest Take a small example, take a tip from me Take all of your money, give it all to charity Love is what I got It's within my reach And the Sublime style's still straight from Long Beach It all comes back to you, you'll finally get what you deserve Try and test that you're bound to get served Love's what I got Don't start a riot You'll feel it when the dance gets hot Lovin', is what I got, I said remember that Lovin', is what I got, I said remember that Lovin', is what I got, I said remember that Lovin', is what I got (That's) why I don't cry when my dog runs away I don't get angry at the bills I have to pay I don't get angry when my Mom smokes pot Hits the bottle and goes right to the rock Fuckin' and fightin', it's all the same Livin' with Louie dog's the only way to stay sane Let the lovin', let the lovin' come back to me Lovin', is what I got, I said remember that Lovin', is what I got, I said remember that Lovin', is what I got, I said remember that Lovin', is what I got, I got I got I got To see the original post on my MSN Live Space, head to http://www.isaiah1421.spaces.live.com Random is NOT a cheese-grater. Random is a guy dressed as Margaret Thatcher proclaiming he can grant you salvation through the powers of the cheese-grater, all the while slipping it to a platypus. Point taken? February 10 There is no point...... Why do I bother writing my thoughts anymore? It's not like anyone actually pays attention to this shit anyways. For the rare few that do, thank you- it means a lot. So, what am I going to rant about? Myself- the mockery of humanity. I wake up every day feeling like absolute shit. There's nothing new for the next day; it seems to just follow the same pattern: wake up, go to work/school, come home (res), sit in my room, sleep, repeat. I feel shut-out from the world 24/7. I don't fit in with anyone- well, I shouldn't say that. I've got, once again the rare few, who give a damn and who I can relate to. Aside from the socialization I receive from them, my life is lonely; I thought moving out would change all that, but it didn't. Somehow, it seems to have intensified. I can't get over Skye, no matter how f*cking hard I try, so there's just one more stumbling-block I have to deal with day in and day out. Life has lost its lustre (like it had any in the first place). I just don't feel like doing anything anymore- I feel like a rat in a cage, abandoned by its owner. I just want to get out, leave everything behind and explore- but I'm tied down by the drudgery which we call life: school, work, responsibilities, family, expectations. I'm sick of myself. I'm sick of the sound of my own voice. I'm sick of the way I act. I'm sick of the way I look. I'm sick of everything that entails me, everything that is who I am. I don't want anything of this world anymore. I don't want your corporations that sell beauty, while shutting out the sh!t like me. I don't want your fashions, I don't want your politics, I don't want your cliques, I don't want your anything. I just want... to be free. From everything. What hurts the most is knowing the person you love the most in the entire world hates you in return, and there's nothing that will ever change that. Equally, it hurts knowing that I can't get her out of my head. Once again, simultaneously, it hurts knowing that even if I did get over her there'd be no one waiting for me afterwards. I guess I'll just live my life out being the "just in case"- waiting behind a glass-pane, waiting to be used in case of an emergency. I just wanted to be happy again. I guess it wasn't meant to be. There's so much I want to say... but I just can't put it into writing. I feel so empty. Just waiting for my ticket to be punched, I guess. So, this is the miracle of life. So f*cking wonderous. ... February 06 What is needed to ensure Extra Foods remains a positive work environment?Ahoy! 6 o'clock this morning I peeled myself out of bed, just so I could be at work by 7. Little did I know that this day in particular would hold a survey rating Extra Foods' employer-employee standard things- if you know what I mean. It was fairly basic; the spectrum from Strongly Agree to Strongly Disagree- for the most part, this was logically filled out. Oh yes, the entire survey (from my input) made it seem like E-Feuds was "the place to be", until the "enter your own answer in your own words" question, which shares the title of this entry. My response? "A log-flume, a rollercoaster, and a roulette table. Also, Galon Weston propaganda, for there is no "I", only "We!", Comrade! DAS VEDANYA, COMRADE! spatula." Yup. So if E-Feuds every gets a log-flume, you'll now know who to thank. Proper. Other than that, life is boring. Life was cool until it decided to tear anything that resembled Life out from within me, chew it up, and spit it in my face. But oh well. It's time to start over. Or something. My feet stink. Irie, Jah. Oh, and Happy Birthday Bob Marley. February 01 *Untitled Poem from January 29, 2009*Breaking down, *Untitled Poem from January 31, 2009*Have you ever gone to sleep, January 27 quiZZpicklesI'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 GoodbyeIn 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 CyserIngredients
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 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 BreathMy 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 2They 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 CasualtiesYou 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 Check the vid @ http://www.isaiah1421.spaces.live.com January 02 Social Distortion - Far BehindWith 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 DifferentAhoy. 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. December 31 I Don't Need No Pretty FaceI don't need anyone Don't need no mom and dad Don't need no pretty face Don't need no human race I got some news for you Don't even need you too I got my devil machine Got my electronic dream Sonic reducer Ain't no loser I'm a sonic reducer Ain't no loser People out on the streets They don't know who I am I watch them from my room They all just pass me by But I'm not just anyone Said I'm not just anyone I got my devil machine Got my electronic dream Sonic reducer Ain't no loser I'm a sonic reducer Ain't no loser I'll be a pharaoh soon Rule from some golden tomb Things will be different then The sun will rise from here Then I'll be ten feet tall And you'll be nothing at all This song, personally, says a lot. Once again, not much to write about again. I'm just wondering if anything is going on tonight- I haven't heard of any New Year's parties happening or anything. As for my New Year's resolution... can't think of one. Mayhaps it's time for me to be less shy, and more straight-forward. I've missed so much by just keeping stuff to myself- not going to let anything pass me by again. Anyways, I work from 2 to 6 today, and then I'll probably be back in Lake Lenore tonight. If anyone knows of anything happening tonight, give me a shout; I don't wanna spend New Years at home by myself =[ Also, we need fireworks. Lots. Later gator! December 30 The First Blog in a Long Time That I Have Written-ed.Ahoy! Yeah, I haven't exactly written anything too substantial for awhile, but here goes nothing. I think the reason I haven't come up with any new blog entries in the past couple months that are relative to the ones I made over summer is because nothing too great has happened, and I haven't been on any wild or crazy adventures, such as the ones that I encountered over the summer. I guess I can pick up where I left off- and I'm thinking that kinda begins at the entry where I said that Skye and me were going out. Well, we aren't anymore, and to tell you the truth: Liberation feels epic. I took the break-up pretty hard though, initially. I actually moved out because I couldn't stand to be in my own home anymore, mainly because everywhere I looked, I saw her. Weird, eh? Well, moving out kinda settled myself down, and it brought me closer to friends and a social-life once again. Also, moving out is helping to reduce the amount of driving that I'd have to do from Lake Lenore to Muenster to Humboldt, so on. I finally got a job as a Produce Clerk in Extra Foods, and I began at the beginning of December. I also got an LG Shine. The mead I started brewing at the end of June 2008 is finally bottled and ready for consumption. I finally bought my 40 oz. of beer. Good ol' Colt 45. I've added way more patches, spikes, and even beer-bottle caps to my vest. I still want to start a punk band. University is going well, but I'm not sure what I wanna do with my life. As of now: Nothing. I'm still pieceing together my JT Tac-5 paintball marker. I have the stock ordered, and it should be here soon. I got profiled by the cops. I'm still hanging out with the sweetest people ever. I got 007: Quantum of Solace video-game for PS3 for Christmas. It's pretty sweet thus far. Bacon. I've lost well over 20 lbs since summer. I miss my mohawk. =[ I got a new kitten. Formerly a stray. I also got Farcry 2 for PS3. And that's about it. Not really feeling like writing. Although I've noticed lots and lots of people have been writing epic poetry in Facebook notes- keep up the good work. It's beautiful. It's this sort of expression that makes me want to start up a punk band- it doesn't matter if you have any talent or can do anything, it's the matter if you have the balls to get up there and do it. Punk music. Defined. Adios. December 23 The ReasonI asked her what her reason was for wanting to go out with me in the first place. Her reason was as follows: Cuz I liked you. You treated me, at the time, the way I wanted to be treated- more than anyone else had. I thought you weren't like the others. It's the single nicest, most beautiful thing anyone has ever said to or thought of me. Yeah, it's been exactly a month since we split- but damn. This damn near brought a tear to my eye. It may be over, but this will stick with me forever. Life goes on. -Mike. |
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