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Tuesday, February 22, 2005

the legend.

James Barr at 8:02 AM


The overturned kick drum boom set the pace with incomparable cool. And if the tempo was lousy it was lost on all but you...

James Barr at 8:02 AM


Saturday, February 19, 2005

is is true all 50+ year olds
think that people on the other line
cannot hear them.
so they shout at the top of their voice.
over and over.
"HELLO"
"HELLO?"
to the person on the other line.

well my mum does,
to the friendly staff of
the m1 customer service line.

James Barr at 5:52 AM


Saturday, February 12, 2005

hey guys,
remember its not size that matters.
its whats inside that counts.
im talking about ang pows la.
so no matter how much you got,
lets all be happy.
just cause you got 500 bucks.
dont be too cocky alright?

on a lighter note, today i was very very saddened to find out that a dog died. not any old (mind the pun) dog but a dog that i pass every day on my way to school. for every year of my education, it has been there. never to bark but simply stare as i walk past. and those f*****rs that tie him to a small cupboard outside their house should pay for treating it so badly. and so today as i walked past. he aint there. no rope no bowl no nothing. i hope he rests peacefully and not become a ghost and haunt the asses of his owners. grrrr

happy valentines in advance.

James Barr at 6:58 AM


Wednesday, February 09, 2005

happy new year.
especially to those with no ang pows.
heh heh
gong xi fa cai.

James Barr at 3:13 AM


Saturday, February 05, 2005

i cant wait for monday to start. so i can look forward to saturdays.

/me has fallen for the following.
thelibertines
mewithoutyou
deathcabforcutie
modestmouse
thepostalservice.

James Barr at 11:25 AM


(im reffering to humanity in general, dont go thinking)
some people are just cool.
and others just use others.
as a disposable tool.
to try and make other people drool
over your self constructed fantasy.
of a person thats so fake,
even if he sits beside plastic ronald,
and noone can tell the difference.
one piece of advice.
youd soon learn the price.
maybe then youd think twice.
what we all have aint never suffice.
soon enough the litter department is gonna catch you.
for throwing all your words around.
like youd think they would never get back.
just like a plastic cup gets recycled.
well i guess then your stupid?
but when it comes to fooling people,
your a fucking expert.




James Barr at 11:14 AM


Friday, February 04, 2005

I am thinking it's a sign
that the freckles in our eyesare mirror images
and when we kiss they're perfectly aligned.
And I have to speculate
that God Himself did makeus into corresponding shapes
like puzzle pieces from the clay.
And true it may seem like a stretch
but it's thoughts like this that catch
my troubled head when you're away
and when I am missing you to death.
And when you are out there on the road
for several weeks of shows
and when you scan the radio
I hope this song will guide you home.
they will see us waving from such great heights"come down now" they'll say
but everything looks perfect from far away"come down now" but we'll stay
I tried my best to leavethis all on your machine
but the persistent beatit sounded thin upon the sending.
and that frankly will not fly
you'll hear the shrillest high
sand lowest lows with the windows down
and this is guiding you home.
they will see us waving from such great heights"come down now" they'll say
but everything looks perfect from far away"come down now" but we'll stay

James Barr at 7:07 AM


Smeared black ink
Your palms are sweaty
And I'm barely listening to last demands
I'm staring at the asphalt wondering what's buried underneath
Where I am

I'll wear my badge
A vinyl sticker with big block letters adherent to my chest
That tells your new friends: I am a visitor here I am not permanent
And the only thing keeping me dry is where I am
you seem so out of context
in this gaudy apartment complex
a stranger with your door
key explaining that i'm just visiting
and i am finally seeing why i was the one worth leaving

D.C. sleeps alone tonight

you seem so out of context
in this gaudy apartment complex
A stranger with your door key explaining that I'm just visiting
and I am finally seeing why I was the one worth leaving
Why I was the one worth leaving
the district sleeps alone tonight
after the bars turn out their lights
and send the autos swerving into the loneliest evening
and i am finally seeing why i was the one worth leaving

James Barr at 6:52 AM


Thursday, February 03, 2005

grrrr i wish i was chinese for 3 days.
majulah ang pows.

James Barr at 7:09 AM


Dumbass deaths. i was laughing so hard at the vegetable guy one. HAHAH he actually died on the show. omg pwned.

Attila the Hun:
One of the most notorious villains in history, Attila's army had conquered all of Asia by 450 AD--from Mongolia to the edge of the Russian Empire--by destroying villages and pillaging the countryside.
How he died: He got a nosebleed on his wedding night.


Tycho Brahe:
An important Danish astronomer of the 16th century. His ground breaking research allowed Sir Isaac Newton to come up with the theory of gravity.
How he died: Didn't get to the bathroom in time.

Horace Wells:
Pioneered the use of anesthesia in the 1840s.
How he died: Used anesthetics to commit suicide.

Francis Bacon:
One of the most influential minds of the late 16th century. A statesman, a philosopher, a writer, and a scientist, he was even rumored to have written some of Shakespeare's plays.
How he died: Stuffing snow into a chicken.
One afternoon in 1625, Bacon was watching a snowstorm and was struck by the wondrous notion that maybe snow could be used to preserve meat in the same way that salt was used. Determined to find out, he purchased a chicken from a nearby village, killed it, and then, standing outside in the snow, attempted to stuff the chicken full of snow to freeze it. The chicken never froze, but Bacon did.

Jerome Irving Rodale:
Founding father of the organic food movement, creator of "Organic Farming and Gardening" magazine, and founder of Rodale Press, a major publishing corporation.
How he died: On the "Dick Cavett Show", while discussing the benefits of organic foods.
Rodale, who bragged "I'm going to live to be 100 unless I'm run down by a sugar-crazed taxi driver," was only 72 when he appeared on the "Dick Cavett Show" in January 1971. Part way through the interview, he dropped dead in his chair. Cause of death: heart attack. The show was never aired

Jim Fixx:
Author of the best selling "Complete Book of Running," which started the jogging craze of the 1970s.
How he died: A heart attack....while jogging



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