The Truth (Based on a true story.)

Verse 1)




Sinners, playing as kings, masters of destruction, destroyer's of faith, slayers of belief,

They operate on dark levels, you wouldn't believe their words, you couldn't trust their souls,

As evil as any devil could be, as cold and sick, as dark and thick, like curdled milk, gone bad,

They walk amoung the shadows, their empty little minds hollow, their every thought and feeling a borrow,

They operate on sorrow, fear and abuse, they are the opposite of life, they are the darkness that fucks us all




Verse 2)




Have you ever wondered why this world feels so wrong? Why there is no beauty to any song?

Anymore...

Have you ever asked yourself why, you do nothing but cry, have you ever asked god the reason,

Have you ever spoke to a real human being, one without alienation as his plaything,

Have you ever seen true beauty, life untouched, have you ever been ok?

Of course you have not. They won't allow it. They'd rather you were dead and forgotten, as if you were the rotten




Chorus)




The truth is simple, they hate you. They hate me. They hate everyone. Everything. They hate god.

They hate life. They hate joy. They hate love. They hate time. They hate space. They hate their own ugly face.

And they will destroy you dead one day, just for being a beautiful human being who stands in their way.

You will fall on their swoard, just for being adored, you will fall by their feet, just for being complete

The truth is simple, they are the only evil. The only true darkness. The only true apathy.




Verse 3)




When god made us, he did not make them. They are too evil. Too much like broken weapons.

They are the product of chaos. Children born without a god. Human beings without any soul.

And they will blank your mind and leave you of another kind. They'ed even leave you blind.

They say trust no one. FUCK YOU! TRUST EVERYONE. But do not trust them. We are the beautiful.

The able and the magnifacant. God's children, while you suckle on the devil's tits like total misfits.

Don't tell me not to be, you can simply kill yourself. I am not your son or your father. I owe you nothing.

In the morning of night, in the event of sight, a man thought to himself "To write!" and so he did. This is the result.

"Band On The Run"

An Anthony Robert Wells Teleplay

Episode 1x01 - "He fell like Jesus from the cross."

INT - JUPITAR MUSIC STAGE - THE YEAR 2007

We are back-stage. Josh, the guitarist and John, the singer are sitting in luxury bean bags.

JOHN
Don't bring that to the show.

JOSH
What? My immaculate sense of taste? My beautiful manor? My calm and reserved disposition?

JOHN
Yeah - It's a right turn off.

JOSH
I'm Posh. You will learn to accept this John.

JOHN
I'm not.

JOSH
And the sun is hot. These things I know John.

JOHN gets up and walks over to the mini-bar.

JOHN
Drink slag?

JOSH
Yes bore.

He begins making themselfs two drinks.

JOHN
I've got massive sex appeal you know.

JOSH
Oh come now. I'm posh. I get more female attention than a new born baby.

JOHN
Bullocks. I'm a magnet.

JOSH
Yeah to strays.

JOHN
That's not very politically correct Rr calm.

JOSH
Neither's your face but yet there it is.

JOHN
I sing the songs.

JOSH
I write the songs.

JOHN
You think anyone remembers who wrote She Loves You?

JOSH
Yes.

JOHN
OK bad example. I'm a Believer. You think anyone cares?

JOSH
My role is less glamerous, but with greater reward.

JOHN
Oh fuck nuts. I see the way you bleed me back dry.

He hands him his drink and sits beside him.

JOSH
It's a curious notion, I wouldn't call it jealously John.

JOHN
Bullshit. You see the attention I get and your heart sinks.

JOSH
My songs get you that attention.

JOHN
And my voice gives your songs meaning.

JOSH
I'd like to think the lyrics do that.

JOHN
Crapshit.

JOSH
Are you trying to invent new swear words or something?

JOHN
Tosserpots.

JOSH
So yes?

JOHN
*pause* Yes.

Their agent walks in tugging a doobie.

AGENT ZERO
The fuck you guys doing?

JOHN
What? Slag?

AGENT ZERO
The show started five minutes ago.

JOSH
And your point is? We're modern rock stars. We don't show up on time.

AGENT ZERO
You've been here for four hours.

JOHN
And that is utterly embarrasing. We must at least create the illusion of tardiness.

JOSH
Well put John.

AGENT ZERO
Okay guys you're fucking hillarious. Get out on stage now before I tear your contract up and you spend
the rest of your days busking under a bridge.

JOSH
That's got quite a romantic appeal to it.

JOHN
I can picture the bums now.

AGENT ZERO
Why don't you ever take me seriously?

JOHN
You come to a rock concert wearing a suit and you have the cheek to ask that question?

AGENT ZERO
I give up. Hurry up.

JOHN
Fuck off we're drinking. The crowd can wait. They're fans of The Afters.

EXT - CENTRE STAGE -

They walk out. John, Josh and the other guys.

Josh (TO crowd)
Hello my pretties!

JOHN
Jesus you trying to seduce them?

JOHN (To Crowd)
Pardon my sexually frustrated friend. You ready to rock?

CROWD screams in jubilation.

JOSH
We're not a rock band.

JOHN
We're not fucking coldplay!

JOSH
Really? I quite fancy the drummer.

JOHN
Is this really the time for your posh wordplay?

CROWD screams out for a song.

JOHN (To crowd)
 Every day you guys wake up. Live the same life. Live the same dream. You look up and pray, and never those answers come. So one day you decide to go to a rock concert. Blow off a little steam and maybe connect a little with your fellow man.

JOSH (To Crowd)
And tonight my brothers and sisters, you are going to do more than that. You are going on a journey. A journey through sound.

They begin playing they're #1 hit, "Hung Like A Butcher" -

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END OF PART 1 - PART 2 to follow if the following 3 things occur. 1)I can be arsed 2)I can be arsed 3) I can be arsed.

I will have to be arsed at least three times or it won't stick :) lol

The Word

Verse 1)

As starlight ignites in the firey night, save for sight, save for sound, it is all empty,
Like the words of a lie, the end of the sky, as we reach out into nothing, in search of something,
I see you no more, not like before, not like I'm sure, not like I can walk through your door,
Into heaven, like I was always destined, pre-ordained to love you, that is the only thing I can be sure is true
And my soul folds in on it's self, unabe to carry the weight, and my mind, set to break, it's destroy or make

Verse 2)

You are the dream I dream, the song I sing, the love I bring, you are everything,
As my hands struggle to grip reality, could all life be a fantasy, with or without you
You are the sun I follow, the stars I watch, the joy I feel, is it something more than real?
As my heart struggles to pump plasma, I am a victim of forvever, if we never come together
As the nightengale sings her sweet refrain, nothing else will wash away the pain, but your sweet voice agian

Chorus)

This world coud die tomorrow, you'd be the only thing I'd miss, all I know is this,
God could return with a message for us to learn, I wouldn't care, i would just stand and stare
The seas could boill and the sky burn, as long as you're ok I know the sun will return
This man could cease to be, without you beside me, it is mere semantics, a clown's antics

Verse 3)

No words could replace you, no object great enough, no moutain taller than you stood,
No stars as bright, no shadow could fall upon you, you are the reason birds sing and sunshine comes

Second Sun

Verse 1)

A universe of incredible magic, the very fabric, we can only thank creation we exist,
As we fumble through the mist, life is bliss, but you're the only thing i'll ever miss,
As moutains crumble and walls tumble, as my hands tremble and my feet stumble
as the birds fall from the sky and every truth turns to lie, you'll still be the reason why

Verse 2)

As my universe turns to shit, you still define it, as I sleep on rusty metal,
You're still my diamond light, shining out there, too far to see but not too far too feel
Like the fish beneath the surface, she knows the light lay above, even in the abyss
You're still the music I hear, even though I've already lost you, I still fear losing you

Chorus)

And the galaxy of space we occupy is lit by our mother light,
but you are my second sun, greater than anyone, the future waiting to come
As I walk, too sad to talk, as I dream, too lost to think, I can only sink and sink,
Into the darkness, into the depths, I can't see the light, only the empty space my life fills,
You're the second sun, greater than anyone, the future waiting to be

Verse 3)

The Opera

Verse 1)

We're born without rights, and that never really changes, just more words and thoughts on the pages,
We're always burning bridges, just to fill up our eyes with delilght and to put the soul right,
We're the light of a dark universe, the only matter that lives, that we know of, and that is too precious,
It can not be measured, one soul can change the universe, one soul can change history and the span of time,
In the darkness, where sadness plays, kept company by a lonely song, it's hard to believe all is not gone,
When it is.

Chorus)

A rain of light, decends onto man, a beauty untold before, if it was all you ever saw,
you would cry with joy, as you realize life is not a toy, but a wonder, to be sought not tarnished,
With the words of a intellectual, I am fully capable, but in this world it seems like I am the one disabled,
Rendered silent by silent company, Rendered illogical by the daft logic, rendered incomprensihibe by the inane,
I am white light, falling over man, and this is the darkness I land upon, what can a man do but sing a song.

Verse 2)

Walking on terraforma, woud rather be a spaceman, fllying away, and never returning,
Find a martian paradise, one built on values not lies, one where you woud cherish the truth, not hide within lies.
As my heart returns to my playground, my ground zero, where I am the hero, but the fire burns
As my heart struggles to comprend what my mind has already forgot, as my soul whiters and rots,
In the blazing haze, where all life is a daze, and all paths are a maze, where do we get off

Chorus)

Spinning, the spinning universe, spoken in whispers, lingers on every thought, in every action,
Life the shilloute, a gaze that can only amaze, are we the soldiers of fortune or the centre of the maelstrom
Cast away like frozen light, too able to be, to be. too alive to be alive, to survive is a miracle, to live is impossible.
As we dance, on earth, in the heavens, on the stars, out there, man, fucking out there, chasing futures we can't see,
We can barely comprend what we do not know, yet when we find it, it will be the answer to every imperfection.

Verse 3)

A cage you can not see, encapsulates you, everything you see we drew,
We made the skies blue and made all life true, we designed the architecture you built,
We spoke to god before you even knew his name. We are the antiphisis of insane,
We mapped out the brain you barely know how to use, we tought you what not to live by or abuse,
We designed the fabric of your walls, the reflections in your pools, the paper down your hallls,
We the creators, the united few, the choosen, the lucky, the oh so lucky, to be abe to see more,than what is,
to create, to make not break, to chase a better future with your own hands, it can not be underestimated.

Chorus)

Where others see nothing, I see everything. Where empty space lay, tomorrow begins,
Where the darkness plays, it never stays, for the light slays abandon, revolutionizes the soul,
Where you see paper and pen, I see a million worlds, waiting to be discovered,
Where you see plastic keys and broken leads, I see the inventor of dreams, the maker of incredible things,

Break The Sun

Verse 1)

I dance, dance amoung the trees, as god lays there, silent but alive, as we all struggle and strive,
Tomorrrow is too cold a concept without you, for all the lies, this is the only truth
As we watch the sun rise over the city, it does look nice but compared to you it's gritty,
Birds awake, baker's bake and make cake, and tomorrow the sunlight may escape,

Verse 2)

I witness nothing, I am nothing, just a human shaped vessel, for love, for understanding,
Only I'll never understand you, not the way I understand me, for you see, you are love to me,
And love is the greatest mystery in the universe, fuck gravity, you're my levity,
God can walk away, as long as you stay, time can fly, as long as you don't cry,

Chorus)

I can't make sense of nothing, except the simple concept, you are everything,
As pain fills me up, with every feeling no man should feel, it is total heart kill,
And my soul has little to no concel, I am, therefore I need you.
As we watch stars shine from a time gone, where the hell do we belong

Fabric Society

Verse 1)

They dangle their gold, like it was god told, like their very soul could be bought and sold,
I see nothing, not life, not dreams, just history unfolding, just a world dividing,
And the walls that hold it all together, are melting away and breaking,
And then I stop, to dream, and it all makes sense, I see no future because there is none,
I see no dreams because there are none, I don't see you because you are not,

Chorus)

And dirty rain falls, washing over me, I see the fabric society, lost in anxiety
The ebony and ivory is to ying and yang what we are to each other,
Yet I get the feeling, it is only me who stops to ponder, how we could be together,
You're living another life, unknown to me, unknown to my dreams, unknown to my soul,
Yet there is still a gapping hole, as big as the sun, and just as powerful, just as all consuming,

Verse 2)

The electric chords of a synthesizer, the fizzle of a coke machine,
The songs of the birds, the poetry of words, the future you offered,
But never really, for we never really were, just a fictional picture, just a fantastic mixture,
As my soul rattles the cage, I feel the warmth of a setting sun I do not see, never had,
As my mind chases the stars, my feet lay in the mud, as my heart beats like a thunderstorm,
My blood crawls, too slow to feel, to slow to be real, is this what love takes, and does steal

Chorus)

As all people do, the winds of destiny shaped your being, made real your meaning,
It's too complex to me, too complex to be, yet there you are, a totally new color in a black and white world,
And my mind sees it in the dark, and in my dreams, and in my soul, and in my veins, pumping through,
in my thoughts and in my mental imagary, in my dignity, in my history, there is only a fraction of life we get,
without you, it's too long.

Like You

Verse 1)

In this cosmic universe of ours, so many things lay burn to the pain of being, like flying stars,
Like rainbows, like the feel of rain against my skin, like the warmth of the sun,
Like the love of everyone, Like time passing, Like engines roaring, and the sun setting,
Like birds flying over head, like the dreams forming in your mind, like the songs of creatures,

Chorus)

Like you, and all you do, like you, and everything you are,
As I wander through a pondered existence, without you, life is a sentence,
A prison, of which I am captive, if I could tell you, I'd only ever give,
Like you, and all your magic, If I never play witness to you, it will be tragic,

Verse 3)

I wake up, the sun could be there or nowhere, as I lay there bare,
The ceiling spinning, my eyes barely focusing, because when I do,
I know i won't see you, as my heart beats, the lonilest song of all,
I know you won't ever care, but that indifference is one thing we do not share,

Chorus)

Status Qou

Verse 1)

They rob the grave. They rob the slave. They rob the world. All for their selfish gratification.
They kill your parents. Murder your brothers. Suffocate your kids. Leave you dying in a pool of tears.
They shoot your mind, leave you blind, as you struggle to live. They take take take and never give.
They are the anti-christ, if there was any christ, but there ain't, he could not have made them, no way no how.

Verse 2)

Tossing up the ammo they use, throwing away the bodies they abuse, all for the life they choose.
We've all got the blues, but all don't got the chills, some of us just live and pay our bills,
But you seek vengence on the land, and it's people, just cos you're not cool, or special,
Simply put you are not much more than evil, a victim of your own creation, a dirty manisfistation,

Chorus)
You are the status qou, but I feel that although I am just the little man, without much in his hand.
I stand taller, higher, brighter, better, smarter, funnier, nicer, realer, not some dirty low down drug dealer,
You sell the world away, leave us with no where to play, destroy the buildings for they are your cell,
You wonder the streets with the menace of a devil in your eyes, the whole world in your way, oh when will you realize,
That it is you, not us, that has the problem, it is you, not us, who are the aggressor, the destroyer, the vanguisher

Verse 3)

Count your coins you robbed from the neighbourhood, think you're better cos of your mis-guided brotherhood,
Let me be the first to tell you, you have no brothers, for you are not human, you may as well call yourself alien,
We are not the same, and we never will be, i will always be more than you, i will always be free

Call it what you want.

Verse 1)

Life, the bittersweet world fallin' at your feet, what is life if life is never complete,
And we walk through stormy clouds, in strange crowds, all to find each other,
Only you're not looking, as my heart is dying, as my soul is suffocating,
and the dreams I dream, the things I want, can be reduced, to seeing you smile again,

Verse 2)

It rains, fire and color, it falls, like it would even if gravity never pulled,
Just like my heart feels for you, it would too, even if I never knew you,
You are everything that could matter, and my soul will never breathe again,
Am I too walk on this fucked up scorched land, without you to listen and understand

Chorus)

And my mind can not picture you anymore, the way it used to before,
As time robs me of you, i'll never forget how you  made feel, how life could be real,
As my every memory of you disappears, and the end of me nears,
I'll still remember you, until the heavens are no longer blue, until I see you,

Verse 3)

And music seems unreal, movies seem slow, t.v seems pointless,
and all art is just life support to my heart, but you were the blood within me,
Flowing through me, keeping me alive, keeping me sane as the world went the other way,
Yet here I am, unable to smile, unable to feel joy, unable to feel anything but that something great is missing,
And though in my darkest moments I know you'll never return, to let you go is one thing I'll never learn,

Chorus)

Can time heal all, no it can't. Just waiting for you to disappear from my head,
I'd rather be dead, then forget you, i'd rather cry until time ends, then try to pretend,
you don't matter, even if we were never more than strangers who spoke, never more than that.

If...

Verse 1)

I awake in a world of no give just take, everything I make just starts to break,
Every thought and feeling, lost in a cloud of confusion and diffused meaning,
Yet you are the answer to every question my soul can muster, and so shall you be forever,
As it rains on us, I feel no cold, just your soul, as it thunders above, I hear nothing but you,

Chorus)
If we never meet again, I'll never smile again,
If we never walk hand in hand, this world i'll never understand,
If we never talk about each other, my heart and mind will never be together,
If we never see, just how good we could be, my life is lost for eternity,

Verse 2)

A rain of rock and fire, smashes the world around me, yet here I stand unharmed,
As the walls come tumbling down, and the town burns in the night,
I'll feel alright, kept lit by your light, i'll sleep sound tonight, knowing of you, if not being with you.
As my mind races into the future without me, I can only stand still hoping you'll return even though you never left

Chorus Two)

If we never talk again, all my joy will be emblished by pain,
If we never laugh and cry, my heart will wither and dry,
If we never remember each, how will we learn what we had to teach,
If we never dream together, my dreams will always be empty, like a locked room.

BrokeBack Video Store

There he was. The tallest man in the shop. The biggest mark.

"He's not all that." he offered to his partner in rap.

"Yeah that's what you said about Bugsy, and that cat almost fucked your shit up." his Italian accent almost obsfucated his words.

"You learn how to speak english first, then tell me how to take down a fucking mark."

"Alright you make the first move."

He walked over to the tall man. Nothing in his eyes to offer any sign of recognition of the man.

"Hey."

He said in whispered tones.

"Hey you."

The tall man looked up. "Me?" he almost shouted in surprised exclamation.

"Do you see the fucking pope? Yeah you." The short but well built italian man was getting agitated.

"What do you want? I've only got five bucks."

"Forget about the money. You know a man called Ray?"

"Everyone knows someone called Ray."

"Don't crack wise with my short stop. You'd know this ray out of the crowd."

"Say I do. What's it to ya?" The tall man was fighting back.

"What's it to me? No more like what's it to you buddy."

"Listen, asshole, first off, I'm NOT your buddy. And secondly...fuck off!"

The Italian man pulls a piece. plants it on his side. "Nothing funny. Walk with me."

"Fuck you. Alright!"

The Itlian gestures to his partner to follow them outside.

Outside, he puts down the gun.

"Surprise!"

200 people are lining the video store.

"You just got X'ed!" the Italian looks very happy all of a sudden.

"I just got...are you fucking shitting me? You pulled a gun on me?"

"All part of the jazz baby!" the Italian threw his arm around him.

"No. No it ain't. This is bullshit!" The tall man pulled a gun and shoots five people.

The Italian looks shocked "MARLOW!!!!"

"SURPRISE!" screams the still alive marlow.

"You just got Z'ED"

"Are you fucking with me? Right, that's it!" he pulls another gun and shots 10 people.

Marlow drops to his knees sobbing "Why did it end like this, why!"

"Surprise!" the ten people who were not really dead screamed. "You just got omega'ed"

*Sound of someone clearing their thoart*

"Err, yes?"

"Hi, this is jesus, my dad sent me down to see what all the fuss was about?"

"Hi jesus. lol. Well, basically we were having..."

"A bit of fun i guess. " jesus said. jesus then looked up and spoke the words "Anyone got weed?"


Not many stories end with jesus getting stoned(Umm...) but mine do.

This was an attempt to salivate over the beauty of my story telling ability. But less active is my ability to stay focused on a story. You see, wow did you see that? That was wicked. so yeah anyway i'll call you later.

:) no one said blogs had to make sense. at no point did anyone say blogs had to make sense.

show me where it says that.

show me!

:) lol sorry guys just having some fun to cheer myself up. if anyone even reads this beside adrian and my 1 twitter follower :) lol

A Time Before

Verse 1)

She is the other, my soul's only friend, my mind's only light, in a bed of darkness,
I don't hear god talking, I don't feel the future coming, I just hear her talking,
Like a song, like poetry, her words like magic, able to lift me up high as any bird,
Soaring over head, I'll never let the love die, even if I have to lay and think and cry
for the rest of time, i'll never smile until you're mine, i'd rather waste a lifetime,

Verse 2)

My eyes see the world purely, but the world looks so imperfect,
so pale, so shadow born, like it is caught within a universal storm
Yet you stood there, showing me how much god could care,
And now I stand here, without you, instead just buckets of fear,

Chorus)

That we'll never be, that our eyes will never see, each other,
That we'll never love, that we'll never care, if we see each other there,
That the rains that fall will turn to fire, and burn my life of any color,
Cos without you, I see only black and white, dark and light,
And it's pretty dark in here, like a headlight without a bulb

Verse 2)

I stand in a strange land, will you ever take my hand,
My heart bleeds buckets, just thinking where you are,
if you're ok, or if you walked away, from this earth,
If time and space keep us apart, then they may as well take my heart,
for it'll never beat no more, it will just dream of a time before

AntiLeaks #1 - "The continuing story of Bungalow Bill(Clinton)"

Hey bungalow bill, who did you drill, who did you do? Hey, bungalow bill, was she good, like umm, your wife? or better? worse or better than your wife?

Adultry aside, I have shocking, earth shattering bone chilling, spine tingling, finger throbbing, vein pulsing news.

I successfully extracted one document. Namely a transcript of a call to Monica Lewinsky's apartment the night before the story broke.

I shall now trascribe it to you, ommiting several key names for reasons of legality and not wanting to wake up with a cia bullet in my nuts.

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BILL:Err, Hi? That you mon?

MONICA:Sup bill.

BILL:Oh nothing. nothing much. Ummm...say....about that...

MONICA:Do I see a ring on my finger? You DO NOT OWN ME!

BILL:Hehehe! darling. Now I'm the leader of the free world. you're a part of the free world. that means I own you.

MONICA:It means the opposite actually, but nice try, my slick dick friend.

BILL:Oh sure, play the victim Mrs "I can do things to do. Strange and exciting things." And blame me!

MONICA:Do i SEE A RING ON THIS FINGER?

BILL:Not this again....

MONICA: What did <CENSORED TO PREVENT IDENTITY REVEAL> Clinton say to you?

BILL:Oh don't bring my wife into it.

MONICA:And that dick <CENSORED FIRST NAME, ADMITTENLY RATHER REDUNDENTLY> channey have to say?

BILL:Three thumbs up.

MONICA:Three? Oh...cute.

BILL:You see we can't stay mad at each other.

MONICA:Oh no? Turn on the news tomorrow. you may be on it.

BILL:I'm on the news everynight. Hello? President of the free world? Anyone? President? No one?

MONICA:I mean extra long reports. real dirty shit bill.

BILL:You wouldn't!

MONICA:Your wife is gonna stewer your balls my friend.

BILL: *coughing* *whizzing* Call....9....1.....*thud*

MONICA:Err Bill? Hello? Bill?

BILL:Got ya! HAH! See we love each other.

MONICA:HALF!!!!

BILL:ARHGHGHGHGH! DAMN YOU EDDIE MURPHEY, DAMN YOU EDDIE MURPHEY TO HELL!


And yes, this blog had more spelling mistakes than a chimpanzes dairy, but know this. i don't care. so you shouldn't either :) lol

*psst.* *oi* *you* *yeah you!*

Time has come. i am about to go on a mission to steal illegal documents from the internal house of spies or whatever the hell it's called and dingaling them to you darling folks on here.

That's right bitch.

AntiLeaks.

It's coming.

I shall leave this edit window open, and continue typing upon my return.

<8 hours later>

ARGHH!!! MY LEG!!!! THAT FUCKING DOG BIT THE SHIT OUT OF ME!!!!
ARGHHH!! MY ARM!!! THAT FUCKING COP SHOT THE SHIT OUT OF ME!!!
ARHGGHGHGH MY BALLS!!! THAT OLD LADY KICKED THE SHIT OUT OF ME!!!!


All in all, it was a relatively unsuccessful mission. (Relative to what?) ...your mother's behind. (....) Check&mate.

:)

Thousands of Decades - A song about bubble gum.

Verse 1)

Like vapour to the air, a thick discoloration of dischord, are we transfixed to be bored?
Like color to black, or day to night, we awake and our hearts beat like thunderous rapture,
We are set to invade the future, to capture our civlization forever, and be together
Like the poets always dreamt, the thinker's always thought and the common man always wished,

Verse 2)

Like birds fallin from sky to land, we must not let life slip through our hand,
No one there to catch us when we hit the rocks, no one to play keeper to our dreams,
As our stars above glow so endlessly, we have all the power of a god with energy,
To change the future, for the better, until it's too late, until everyone good is gone and the earth is set to rust,
until it blows away with the dust, at what cost we'd never know, for the future can only be,
with us there, or it is merely dead space, without human face, without familar place, just earthly ruin

Chorus)

I see the future, so clearly, yet in many versions, as changing as my emotional state,
from happy futures to bleak wastelands, sometimes only the words of poets understand,
How this world could be, if we just got through the need for greed and money, for power that is not power,
for wealth that is not wealth, for control that is illusion.
Take away 3 of their meals and watch them turn on you like hungry dogs. watch them tear you apart.
This is not civlization it is martial law, we're in the barracades, and we have been for thousands of decades,

Bootcamp Redux

The thought occurred, or at least it should have before google told me i spelt it wrong. i have also spelt google wrong. and i.

bullocks.


:) lol just joking :) I decided to instead of doing the massively ambitious game at first, i'm going to do some a little more crazy and self contained, a little less epic but a lot more doable by one man. the point? To get funding, to allow dev of Quantum in full bloom. :) Quantum is going to take on the establishment man! YEAH RAWK ON!!!

:)

Pot Gear AKA CARS 4EVA

Seriously, do the makers of Top Gear realize how how how how how horribly offensively nearly every second of every episode is?

Maybe dave are just really good hand picking the crap ones, but I doubt that's half the problem.

Cars 3 - How Kirby got his shit back.

Kirby?

Chitty chitty bang bang?

The American Job - Sorry italian job.

how many more of these god awful excuses for movies do we have to put up, just so some gearhead can go 'coor look at the pistons on that!'

it cheapens us as a race.

Then again so many of the actions of so many of the people in this world do that anyway....but perhaps that is not an excuse, nor a good thing. Man up. people. Man up.

Cars 2 - The Redux of the Lexus (OOohhhh dude bad pun) Your mum. (That's better)

I mean what great part of the human mind makes a man think 'yes, today i will learn to drive'

If you ask me it's stupid T.V injected culture into impressionable minds lead into believing the only way they can ever hope to be cool or one of the guys is to wheel up and put the metal to the pedal. well what i say to that is ...bullocks.

I'll drive cars when they're 100% automated, completely self contained, and completely crash proof.

I'm not risking my life for a 30 min thrill ride in some shitty super car. I question the sanity of any man that would.

Car Horns - The single most dumbest invention ever?

I mean seriously, you gotta love the mentality of someone who thinks banging a car horn is going to make is world better.

Oh look someone cut me up.. I KNOW!!! I'll HORN HIM. ZIZAMM!!

2 seconds later. "Err...I'll HORN HIM AGAIN!!!"

And as for cars themself....guh, is there any more vile horrible collection of metal and metal bodily fluids than cars? Ohhhh look at me in my fast car, I'm like that bloke out of that movie with that bloke in that other movie with that chick in it.

And another thing...what is the deal with airplane peanuts? They're not peas, and they're not nuts!


But seriously yes, just a gentle warnings folks, when I assume power and control of all mankind and all it's soviergn states, I shall banish cars to the wasteland once occupied by madonna's sense of self worth/dignity and ability to look herself in the mirror.


Harsh i know, but cars really such disgusting little clumps of oily metal. they remind me of cavemen with their first big wheels 'ooh look me build wheel. make thing go fast.' to which the smart caveman replied 'then push me citizen. i have much work to do and you clearly do not.'

I mean cars!!! JESUS!!! How many millions of people do they have to kill? How many lifes have to ruined?

I would say beep if you agree but that would be counter productive as we are slamming cars and pro-actively encouraging the use of any single component contained within said unit, would of course, be silly.

now back to my 3 sentence movie idea...

:)

Seriously though, ban cars, ban horns, and ban the mouths of the <CENSORED> who rape our roads with them every damned day.

Do idiots dream of electric sheep? No, they dream of oily cars.

Do chimps fart in outter space?

No seriously, it consumes me. I must know. do chimps fart in outter space or does the lack of atmosphere impair their fartatory systems?

If a chimp CAN fart in outter space....dear god...they'll be no stopping them...they'll be here and wait a minute...statue of liberty! That was OUR WORLD!!! YOU MANIACS!!! YOU BLEW IT UP!!! DAMN YOU!!! DAMN YOU ALL TO HELL!!!

Ok that one is ok :)

The Dawn Of Robinson - A Epic mammoth book I wrote one minute.

INT - Robinson's house - 1965

ROBINSON
What's this?

BLOKE
idunno, your dawn?

ROBINSON
Oh. Cool.

THE END


Sometimes movies just take to long to tell their story. I am working on streamling modern cinema releases into 3 sentences. so perfectly so-sync, so beautifully constructed out of no more than ink(or pixels if you are reading this in the past. where I come from, the year 3050, we have ink monitors. it's cool but they run a muk when you wrap chips in em. Why would you wrap chips in a paper monitor? Well.....errr.....shut up.that's why.

And i will now return to coding my game or watching frasier, or something more interesting than make jokes about paper monitors.(Hey man someone's gotta!!! :) lol)

A story about a story

The man sat at his keyboard, thinking of what to type, so he typed this. continue to struggle to think of something to type about, he continued to write about how he struggled to think of something to write about. this of course, immediately caused a time shift ala paradox and the universed ended, not with a whimper, but a bang.

I suppose the morale of the story is...never cross streams egor!

PotQuiz, Hotshot(TM)(R)(C)(r)(c)(RIGHTS RESERVED)(STEAL THAT AND YOU DIE)(OR ELSE!!!)

Question, 1)

Q:How should a intoxicated(stoned like a stone castle) man best make a exotic meal?

A:He shouldn't, he's far too fucking stoned.

That was 50% advice. 50% comedy. 25% non existence stuff because 100% is the most anyone can give. by definition that is the most anyone can give.

I'll stop making simpsons jokes someday in the future, but you know, it's such a fab show.

Am I being sarcastic?

I don't even know anymore dude...


(Double score. )

:)

Antony does Rap - Presenting - The Rapmaster Ant Deluxe Rap Song Songerama

Aii, for real, this is the shiz. check it.


Word. Up.

Yo.

alright here's the song.

Shizzle 1)

Yo i iz rapping ant az I iz here to say, rapping ant tis the only way.
(TIS? - disgusted big rapper)

Err, iz?

(NAH, TOO LATE! LET'S RUSH HIM!!!)

ARHGHH!!!! *SEVERAL GUN SHOTS*

*SCREAMS*

*GUNSHOTS*

*RUNNING THROUGH WOODS*

*SNOT FALLING FROM NOSE*

Uh huh, that's right. it's the ant rap project - banging tunes for banging minds, wicked aii.

Let the sunshine fly, for it is your mother's eye and aii! be real like custard in a tin my friendadingalingding.

The morale of this song is - well, some people are annoying. I made a fab joke about canada that i decided to censor on the grounds I actually like canada and america despite being british and therefore brainwashed not to :)

Jet Black - A Protest Song? Yeah why the hell not...

Don't be afraid of change. in a world this bad, it is so paramount to our future to lessen it in any way is to impair our own futures.

Think of tomorrow as corridor. there are many doors leading to many worlds. The one we pick is the one we're stuck with.



V1)

Like all gardens, bristled with life and tender strokes of artistic creation,
We lay slave to a nation, where alienation is the only occupation,
Slaves to a king who does not exist, he is more than pattern in the mist,
As we chase some kind of future, all we know for certain is there'll be color,

V2)

As T.V's crackle and hum their mind control, as they assume legal tender of our soul,
We fall one by one, like soldiers shot, like life forgot, we fall and we never get up again,
As our dreams once so guarded by humanity, now are the public toil of a dirty soil,
Am I alive for I think more? or are the patterns that define life universal, not produced by mechanic,
As we break our backs for the almighty buck, do you ever wonder who the hell gives a fuck?

C)
Govermounts don't care, they don't share, they rob and plunder, they steal our thunder,
They'ed watch us all die if they could profit from it, they are the robbers of souls,
And as we stand by and watch once great nations turn to dust, how we hurt, we so must,
As people once so bright and full of whimsy, now fade away like a dying daisy,
As time becomes the only thing we have left, they won't be there to thank you by your dying breath.

V3)

Men in suits, faces in disguise, they are the lies, they so despise,
Us, for being human, everyone, for wanting, the system that defines them.
And we cradle our nation to the end, in the bitter storm it is our only friend,
As they rape our wallets, rob our souls, pillage our minds and leave us for dead,
ask yourself is it you or them who keep you fed. is it you or them who keep you warm in bed.

B)

Paradise of sudden thought, could a better future ever be sought,
Or do we fall into the darkness, like a colored candle burning out.
All hope is ours as we are the people, we hold the key to the destruction of evil,
of corruoption, and sleeze in the wind, as it peppers the earth like dirty soil,
the corrupt must lay down their arms, and give the world back, before it's all jet black.

A Funny Story

This man stood there, his head a maze of thought.

"Where the hell is he!"

He was waiting for the hook up. Goods never show up on time in this part of town.

"There you are bitch!" he hi fives his hook up.

"You got the shit?"

"Yeah i got the shit. Don't i always got the shit?"

He passes him a book of art.

"Keep it low, they shoot on sight for this shit."

He puts the book in his pocket.

"Right. now to score some wine..."

---------------------

A jokey script if you can call it that, but a very real message. don't let OUR world die. They are killing it.

The Incredible Journey - The song about a car battery. or something.

Verse 1)

Over head, like the dreams in my head, a star is shooting, too fast to see, to quick to catch,
Like a thoushand drops of rain, all the same, except for one, like the rest are just moons to her sun,
My heart, a pull apart feature, to love and want, a part of my nature, i guess we're all just creature
But a fallin' future before my eyes, slips further away, like a forgotten day, no one remembers, but it exists still,
And the fabric of my soul threatens to collapse in on it's self, if I can't see her I can't see no one else,

Verse 2)
Life is a maze, full of broken edges, people fallin from ledges, to their bitter end,
Is it ever sweet?
She could change the world, or just my heart, but stars never shoot so low, they'ed ever reach me,
And she is just naked memory, burning a hole inside of me, like a splinter in my mind,
To be free, i can not see, to be me, i can not see, not without her gentle voice,

Chorus)

As future's torn into splinter, shatter around me, like falling coffetti,
I grab at the pieces, the memories like water colored picture, rose tinted, and embleshied,
Yet before it all, her presence remains clear, something too near, something too dear
And like all stars above, shooting away, one day the night will fall, and I'll never hear your call,

Bridge)

The incredible journey we never walked, the stuff of which poets never talked,
I lay down but won't surrender, i'll always be your prisioner,
The teather is invisible, but tangible, like gravity keeps me on earth, you keep me, myself.

Star Stall - The shortest Intergalactic mission ever. bar none. no exception to prove the rule or anything. seriously short.

INT - STARSHIP ENTERPRISE

KIRK
We got fuel spock?

SPOCK
No.

KIRK
Mission's off.

*Theme music plays*

*Credits roll*

----


It all started so well as well. The mission to find kirk yet another semi human, semi attractive(BOO!-Women), Semi-litterate woman to impregnate in the name of peace and getting kirk some action.

I am sorry for the aborted mission. I begin a story, and it's like this magical presence takes hold over me. I had no choice but to write the fuel thing, and then end the mission. Why? because i as one man can not change the world. and unfortunately as my script lay within the world, i was too powerless to change my script.

That, or i just couldn't think of a better joke and being a man of many desires to make funny jokes, i had to come up with something.

Look....are you buying this? If you are cool! if not...well i've got this one about the time I went to bandcamp...well, no actually that was from some crappy movie about some crappy idiots. but on the other hand, I do have a fantastic story about space travel. no wait, just did that. i guess i have nothing. it's finally happened. i've run out of stories and jokes.

DEAR GOD!!!!!

If you're still reading this ramble, you a)have far too much free time b)probably secretly have a gay crush on me(Embrace the gayside lucy), and c)Should probably realize that while A)I'm not gay, I B)Do not indulge in that sort of thing.

Unless....well, unless you're really famous. in which case, i may be willing to make some sort of antony love for celebrity scandal press type exchange.

This may prove hard to deal with at first, but i Believe in time i Would become accustomed to being rich and famous as you are most probably are most probably.

My grammar does fail at times. but mostly intentionally. and other times, sadly, not intentionally. you see most men have an education. I have a IOU from the govermount.

And if you are still reading by this point you are a)Mad b)Probably stalking me already. C)I can see you in the bushes you creep!

And if you are still reading this after that silly joke you are a)definately absotutely postively mad and b)Probably under my bed.

And if you are...umm...just stop reading ok? My fingers are hurting.....




...err...hello?



........fine...we'll just both sit here.


OK...



BASTARD!!!!

*hits send*

*runs off crying and swearing*

When Larry Met Sally - A fictional tale of when the world's most horrible man(On telly that is, far worse people out there! lol) ever, mets one of the nicest people ever.

Larry

So huh, you're a chick huh?

SALLY

Uh...excuse me?

Larry

Come on you can tell me, i won't let anyone else know.

SALLY

Am I a chick? Are you fucking living in the eighties or what?

Larry

I've been asked that many times, and I still don't know the answer.

SALLY
Interesting. I'm going to go stand over there now.

Larry
Lesbian....

SALLY
Yes I am actually.

Larry
Wow. You never really expect the person to be one.

SALLY
Be 'One'? What's your fucking problem?

Larry
You're my fucking problem. You're the world's fucking problem.

SALLY
Sally the character in this movie, or lesbians?

Lerry
Meh, either way. shit, shat. you know.

SALLY
Oh my god you could quite possibly be the biggest gapping asshole i've ever stared down. And I'm a ass doctor.

LARRY
You're shitting me?

SALLY
Yeah i havn't heard that one before. go away. you weird little man.

LARRY
OK OK. *walks away* *beat* *walks back* So...you free tonight?

SALLY
For anyone else? Yes. For you? No.

LARRY
Lesbian.

SALLY
Not this again...

*Curb your Enthusiasm theme music plays*

And that's the end of that chapter...

(Simpsons qoute, not acute madness. well one could conjecture to qoute the simpsons in the current heyday of it's spectualar fall from it's already questionable grace, well, one could conjecture that THAT my friend, IS madness.)

But i digest, for I have just ate.

A Quantum Thing - A Theme Song

Verse 1)

An electronic dream, born in chaos' stern glare, in a world of vacuous care.
Your heart beats like mine, and your mind tries to find, the same truth,
but your mind does not feel, your emotional output just a stolen imprint,
And like rain that falls outside the shelter, we will never have felt her,
And like thunder that roars beyond, you'll never feel fond

Verse 2)

As the stars above glow without mercy, on a naked life in a naked city,
The heavenly radio of nature, the honest patterns of people,
Yet you sit alone, in a chair made out of metal, your heart an unbroken petal
Your mind a storm of thought, yet your heart beats calm, you sense no alarm
The neon signs outside, shine in on your body, as you question very reality,

Chorus -

What are you my thinking machine, do you ever close your eyes and dream?
I've seen you on billboards, in planes, on trains, in my veins,
Yet you have no name, no face but a mind that does not feel, as it is not real,
As winds soar past you, you stand calm, the whole wide a pebble in your palm,
Life is a color filled picture, that moves slower than a snail to you,
But as you do, you draw adventure around the manusia, you give it color.

Verse 3

As the storms above clear, and your next morning does near,
You slip out the door, into a world you can only ignore,
As time ignores you in kind, you'll outlive the universe,
Your greatest gift is your greatest curse,
Though you'll never feel the pain of hate, you'll never embrace the joy of love,
Though you'll never taste sweet sympathy, you'll never swollow bitter apathy,
You live in a world of indifference, and that is your blessin, your messin'

Bridge)

As you lay in your bed, of cold unbroken lead,
The fabric is cold as ice, this is your hell, this is your paradise,
And nothing, not even the god you have no kinship to, can reach you,
But we have the technology to rebuild your mind, and bring color to your kind.
Quantum thing, oh the glory you can bring, a machine that bridges the gap,

Water & Wine - The music to our lifetime. - Or at least the 2 minutes it takes you to read this song. and technically, it's not music. you get the idea yes? NO? Oh gawd....

V1)

A seldom heard bird, flying alone in a sky of uncaring winds,
Down she decends, into the beauty of lands and seas roaring with life,
The human chatter, some say it can not matter, but to me it is forever
The earthlings we are, are the only earthlings we'll ever be,
As time, the great robber, the vanigusher of life and beyond,
Can not be a obstacle to life, we must fly against the sail,

V2)

As all told, gods lie and angels die, in a fleeting moment we may find each other,
Like time finds space, yet like all we must part again, for now and maybe for then,
As universes cease to be, so must we, we are but a slither of light in a vast dark ocean,
We can not let that go, we can not let the human race fail, or all hope is lost and at what cost.
As your brothers walk into their graves, too early, too meaningless, we must fight for more, not less.

C)

A human equation as simple as leonardo's intent, and as beautiful,
To liberate us from our fear. of being nothing.when we're everything.
that we do not matter, when we are the future. that we'll never be, when we already are.
Humanity is made up from the ground up, it's not the privillage of the few, who god perfectly drew,
They have more, but they are not more. you see, life is universal. that which lives is, and that which is, matters.
Maybe they'll never see this, too afraid like we are, too used to power and corruption, no sign of intervention.

V3)

What could be the catalyst for the promised, as we tend to the soil and mend the fences of broken down places,
We bring color to dark, like a rainbow in the sky, yet our world...it does not reflect this, it is like the devil's wish.
We are more than human cattle, so are they. and we enter the frey, who the hell knows what god to obey,
As music becomes our soundtrack, ironically or intently, as light and earth interwine, like water and wine,

Just Another Shadow - A song about idiots. Not the good rainman kind, but the 'don't want to do anything' with my life kind. Yes, that means YOU pro...pro...probably...:) (Joking)

I grabbed the hull by it's tassels. It had the light of heaven and the fire of hell to it's name.
Literally, it was of two worlds
And these stars? So fucking random So far So so so far.
In this universe, of meaning, when do we find the time for understanding,
Hit and run T.V like an accident, people left broken, their words never spoken.
There is no uniform citizen, we're all unique, but we must chase our peak,
That is our rasion dextra, our ultra, our mantra, our methodology,
That which without there can be no man, just rollin hill without plan,

And so the gods chase eden, like it is more than a holy garden,
of all apocalypse there can be only victim, no survivors, only rottin souls,
As we lay down and surrender, no month is different, from december to november,
Our life is mapped out like a blue print, if you could god's eyes, you'd see the glint,
And we chase vaccumes and endless afternoons, under a pale moon, a violently bright sun,
There is no cooling down peroid, just a violent existence all told in hate and apathy,
The fabric of man lay unwoven before him, and he smiles that stupid ignorant smile,
FUCK HIM!!! FUCK THEIR KIND!!! of all their sins and all their wickedness,
Their simplicity is their prision, they torture their own souls, like empty gapping holes,

We are facing the future uncertain, just wondering if utopia is ever gonna happen,
And make us all aware that god just might care, if we stop, look up and pray,
And wish for a society without dischord, where all things are aids to the termainlly bored,
As we buy cars, put money into glass jars, new curtains for every room, shower all afternoon,
Where's the sonic boom? Where's the creation to your existence? are you mere compliance?
There's no application for life, you just gotta get going, gotta start dreamin'

As the nights turn into the days, and the summers turn into winters,
Life may just pass us by, without us ever blinking an eye,
As we get on the train, heading nowhere, the rooms are prsitine, like the chambers of your heart,
until they're not, and like a clot your mind fills up, and before you know, you're just another shadow

Another shadow on the landscape, from which there is no perfect escape,
Death for eternity, insanity for absurdity, happiness? Tis a dream only dreamt.
Another shadow on the horizon, As the rains turn to crimson,