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Monday, August 06, 2007
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Friday, July 13, 2007
Monday, July 02, 2007
Ready for some shocking news? Time to Wake up.
Watch this movie for free. It's awesome.
Zeitgeist the Movie
"They must find it difficult...
Those who have taken authority as the truth,
rather than truth as the authority."
-Gerald Massey
Zeitgeist the Movie
"They must find it difficult...
Those who have taken authority as the truth,
rather than truth as the authority."
-Gerald Massey
Sunday, June 17, 2007
The Science Of The Seasons - Russian Futurists
We stitched and sutured ill-fated futures,
Amassed the past in archaic computers
Come join the ranks in our data banks,
It's a life without thanks
Remember that night i drank and you cried?
And on your bed all night's where we lied
I stayed awake, you fell asleep
On tear soaked sheets
And we're so new and young like science
Full of ideas and naive defiance
We'll lose it all with each passing fall
As our wake up call
We'll stare straight up and wonder why the
Sky is blue; it reflects the sea
We'll all be sayin' "science explained
Our lives again"
And we're always sayin'
Science explained
Our lives again
That's the science of the seasons
We stitched and sutured ill-fated futures,
Amassed the past in archaic computers
Come join the ranks in our data banks,
It's a life without thanks
We'll travel countries and sit beneath palm trees
And feel the heat in a warm pastel breeze
Let's take a trip; let's go to spain
By all night train
Or across the sea in ocean liners
To opium dens in asia minor
We'll spend our days wasting our pay on
Wasting away
We'll stare straight up and wonder why the
Sky is blue; it reflects the sea
We'll all be sayin' "science explained
Our lives again"
And we're always sayin'
Science explained
Our lives again
That's the science of the seasons
Amassed the past in archaic computers
Come join the ranks in our data banks,
It's a life without thanks
Remember that night i drank and you cried?
And on your bed all night's where we lied
I stayed awake, you fell asleep
On tear soaked sheets
And we're so new and young like science
Full of ideas and naive defiance
We'll lose it all with each passing fall
As our wake up call
We'll stare straight up and wonder why the
Sky is blue; it reflects the sea
We'll all be sayin' "science explained
Our lives again"
And we're always sayin'
Science explained
Our lives again
That's the science of the seasons
We stitched and sutured ill-fated futures,
Amassed the past in archaic computers
Come join the ranks in our data banks,
It's a life without thanks
We'll travel countries and sit beneath palm trees
And feel the heat in a warm pastel breeze
Let's take a trip; let's go to spain
By all night train
Or across the sea in ocean liners
To opium dens in asia minor
We'll spend our days wasting our pay on
Wasting away
We'll stare straight up and wonder why the
Sky is blue; it reflects the sea
We'll all be sayin' "science explained
Our lives again"
And we're always sayin'
Science explained
Our lives again
That's the science of the seasons
Monday, May 28, 2007
Bored and Broke? Free ways to have fun!!!
Bored and Broke makes for tight times. Luckily this video provides lots of free ways to have fun!!!
My fav is newspaper crumble disk!
Although, sock puppets are pretty sweet too. Socks are for your feet, but on your hands they're really neat!
Ahh Yes, Reading Rainbow Theme
Come'on ya'll know you lurvs the reading rainbow theme song. hells yeah, Levar Burton.
Friday, May 04, 2007
Learn how to dance kids! Kids Dance Instructional Video
Free Instructional dance video for kids to learn how to dance.
Saturday, April 28, 2007
Sunday, April 22, 2007
Thursday, April 19, 2007
Saturday, April 07, 2007
MsDewey Your So Hot and Scary
MsDewey gone wild. I returned to my computer where apparently MsDewey had slowed it down or messed up the flash player a bit.
Friday, April 06, 2007
Saturday, March 17, 2007
That's right
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
Tin Man Lyrics
Sometimes late when things are real
And people share the gift of gab between themselves
Some are quick to take the bait
And catch the perfect prize that waits among the shelves
But oz never did give nothing to the tin man
That he didnt, didnt already have
And cause never was the reason for the evening
Or the tropic of sir galahad.
So please believe in me
When I say Im spinning round, round, round, round
Smoke glass stain bright color
Image going down, down, down, down
Soapsuds green like bubbles
Oh, oz never did give nothing to the tin man
That he didnt, didnt already have
And cause never was the reason for the evening
Or the tropic of sir galahad
So please believe in me
When I say Im spinning round, round, round, round
Smoke glass stain bright color
Image going down, down, down, down
Soapsuds green like bubbles
No, oz never did give nothing to the tin man
That he didnt, didnt already have
And cause never was the reason for the evening
Or the tropic of sir galahad
So please believe in me
And people share the gift of gab between themselves
Some are quick to take the bait
And catch the perfect prize that waits among the shelves
But oz never did give nothing to the tin man
That he didnt, didnt already have
And cause never was the reason for the evening
Or the tropic of sir galahad.
So please believe in me
When I say Im spinning round, round, round, round
Smoke glass stain bright color
Image going down, down, down, down
Soapsuds green like bubbles
Oh, oz never did give nothing to the tin man
That he didnt, didnt already have
And cause never was the reason for the evening
Or the tropic of sir galahad
So please believe in me
When I say Im spinning round, round, round, round
Smoke glass stain bright color
Image going down, down, down, down
Soapsuds green like bubbles
No, oz never did give nothing to the tin man
That he didnt, didnt already have
And cause never was the reason for the evening
Or the tropic of sir galahad
So please believe in me
Sunday, March 11, 2007
the dreaded Brain Fuckler
A day in the park makes for some strange diary musings in Baby Cakes' world. In his darkest entry yet, Mr. Cakes reflects on death, dream girls and the dreaded Brain Fuckler that he sometimes sees humping people's faces in public.
Thursday, March 08, 2007
Monday, March 05, 2007
Clap Hands!
I'll clap my hands along, and rattle on like a vagabond
I'll rip my uniform, and bend the floor to the early mornin’
I'll shake your dollar bill, and spend it all before the bombs 'll kill me
I'll save my best for last and after that don't even ask me
Clap hands, that's right
Clap hands, clap hands that's right
Clap hands clap-clap hands
I'll take my broken bell, and make it ring like a million churches
I'll scratch that kind of itch, down in the ditch and switch my plates out
I'll drive to San Francisco, death to disco take my shirt off
I'll swim to Mexico, don't tell the mermaids where I'm goin’
Clap hands, that's right
Clap hands, clap hands that's right
Clap hands clap-clap hands
I'll clap me hands along, and rattle on like a vagabond
I'll rip my uniform, and bend the floor to the early mornin’
I'll shake your dollar bill, and spend it all before the bombs 'll kill me
I'll save my best for last and after that don't even ask me
Clap hands, that's right clap hands, clap hands that's right
clap, clap
I'll rip my uniform, and bend the floor to the early mornin’
I'll shake your dollar bill, and spend it all before the bombs 'll kill me
I'll save my best for last and after that don't even ask me
Clap hands, that's right
Clap hands, clap hands that's right
Clap hands clap-clap hands
I'll take my broken bell, and make it ring like a million churches
I'll scratch that kind of itch, down in the ditch and switch my plates out
I'll drive to San Francisco, death to disco take my shirt off
I'll swim to Mexico, don't tell the mermaids where I'm goin’
Clap hands, that's right
Clap hands, clap hands that's right
Clap hands clap-clap hands
I'll clap me hands along, and rattle on like a vagabond
I'll rip my uniform, and bend the floor to the early mornin’
I'll shake your dollar bill, and spend it all before the bombs 'll kill me
I'll save my best for last and after that don't even ask me
Clap hands, that's right clap hands, clap hands that's right
clap, clap
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
Printable Cold Sores!!!
Haha, this is brilliant. Printable cold sores you can print at home to deface beauty type ads all over town!
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
Thursday, February 15, 2007
Saturday, February 10, 2007
Thursday, February 08, 2007
Thursday, January 25, 2007
Whitest boy alive - Golden Cage Video
Again, a QOOB's user (Mauro-vecchi) made an amazing official videoclip. Golden Cage by Whitest Boy Alive
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
Robert Anton Wilson on Reality
Robert Anton Wilson passed away this month of January 11th, 2006. He was an amazing genious and I enjoyed listening and learning from his books,, and still do. He will be greatly missed.
Do a search on google for "robert anton wilson" to find out more and go buy some of his books!
Monday, January 22, 2007
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