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I think CSI is ruining my life.

I do. I was walking to class today, minding my own business jammin' to my playlist "Did you belt it?" and noticed on the ground in front of me wheelchair tracks. Alright, so that isn't odd. This college after all is one of the most wheelchair accessible or something like that. But what was sad was I kept tracking them as I walked to figure out what direction the wheelchair went. Good news I figured it out. I was able to tell by the direction of the wet wheel marks on the pavement. Yeah. So not exactly a brain buster but the point is I thought it. I might have before but the way I thought it now was so very CSI. I need to step back, cut down. But I can't! An addict has to want to quit and I don't. Nope.

I like watching it every day. It puts a little routine in my life. Well I don't watch it every single day. Most. I like to laugh at Horatio and the way he talks. The man is a factory of cheesy lines. I like Greg from the original CSI because he's different then the other CSI's and the actor who plays him is a Wisconsin boy. Always a perk in my book. I like looking at Speed and thinking to myself that I'd like to rip his shirt off him. Weird? Yes, I know that. But I don't know why or how that though first got in my mind. I think it's the way he wears his shirts not buttoned up all the way and then his build. For some reason to me it screams rip this shirt off me. That's all I want to do to him, rip his shirt open and walk away. Yeah...I know, I know. Strange.

Anyway. The title of the post. I like the song by Stone Sour titled Omega. It isn't really a song, it's a track on the CD but the dude is talking the whole time. I like it because I think the guy has some interesting things to say, it reminds me a little of the Obscenity speech from Bulworth. I also think it proves that not all punk/rock/metal is lyrics of nonesense. Lauren and I have had the discussion and if you really listen to the lyrics of say a Red Hot Chili Peppers song and compare them to the hit on the country station, the Chili Peppers are far more creative with their words and the content over all is better.

Because I like it so much here be the lyrics.
Enjoy and I'm outtie. (nuts! the line breaks didn't stay the same...eh well)

What a skeletal wreck of a man this is Translucent flesh and feeble bones The kind of temple where the whores and villians try to tempt the holistic tones Running rampant with free thought to free form the free and clear And the matters at hand are shelled out like lint at a laundromat to sift and focus on the bigger, better, NOW We all have a little sin that needs venting, virtues for the rending and laws and systems and stems ripped from the branches of office do you know what your post entails? Do you serve a purpose or purposely serve? Wind down inside your adivistic allure, the value of a summer spent and a winter earned For the rest of us there is always sunday The day of the week that reeks of rest but all we do is catch our breath so we can wade naked into the bloody pool and place our hand on the big black book To watch the knives zigzag between our aching fingers A vacation is a countdown T minus your life and counting Time to drag your tongue across the sugar cube and hope you get a taste WHAT THE FUCK IS ALL THIS FOR? (*background*WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?) SHUT UP! I could go on and on but let's move on shall we? Say, you're me and I'm you and they all watch the things we do and like a smack of spite they threw me down the stairs haven't felt like this in years the great magnet of malicious magnanimous refuse Let me go and plunge me into the dead spot again That's where you go when theres no one else around it's just you and there was never anyone to begin with now was there? Sanctimonious pretentious dastardly bastards with their thumb on the pulse and a finger on the trigger CLASSIFIED MY ASS THAT'S A FUCKING SECRET AND YOU KNOW IT! Government is another way to say better, than, you! It's like ice but no pick a murder charge that won't stick its like a whole other world where you can smell the food But you can't touch the silverware *laughs* What luck! Facism you can vote for *snorts* Isn't that sweet And were all gonna die someday 'cause that's the american way and I've drunk too much and said too little when you're gaffer taped in the middle say a prayer save face get yourself together and (*sung in the background* SEE WHAT'S HAPPENING!) SHUT UP! (*background* FUCK YOU!) FUCK YOU! I'm sorry I could go on and on but its time to move on so Remember, your a wreck an accident Forget the freak your just nature Keep the gun oiled and the temple clean Shit, snort and blaspheme let the heads cool and the engine run because in the end everything we do, is just everything we've done.