September 30th, 2005, at 11:59.59

If your entries aren't in by the above time, you don't enter the contest....To make things easier, If you want to post your lyrics onm either Steve or my blogs as a comment, they will be accepted...come on people, I got three now, Jared, Dave and Jeremy...let's have a few more. Good luck, I hope you win the cd. Assholes

Fuck

Went and lost $116 off of my paycheck today, Fucking cops are everywhere....That'll teach me to drive 56 km/h in a school zone......Luckily they can't read my speedometer, it said I was going around 62.....A well, what can I do? I've ben lucky so far, in about a week I'll of had my license for 2 years and that's the first time I've even ben pulled over.





Fucking Pigs.







Fuck.

Facts

I would like to point out the fact that we can change the lyrics of the songs if we so desire.....We have three entries, two of which are from Jared....He only gets one though.

Jackasses

Your all Jackasses.....We've only had two entries into the Oligodendroglia contest and they are both making fun of me..I hate you all. And the rest of you....send me some goddamn lyrics!!!! There's only a few days left!!!!!! AAARRRRGGHHHH!! Steve's going through University for christ sake..he needs lyrics to sustain his insanity!!!!

Been downloading a lot of music lately, all the Opeth, Slipknot, Sublime and Gwar and I'm working on the Chili Peppers...good stuff(Steve, I still want you to buy me Ghost Reveries...It's fucking awesome!!!!)

Got a cd player for my car(I think I already mentioned it but whatever). Sounds decent...I need better speakers.

Been getting quite a bit of work in at the Inn and a few hours working with Clint, I'll be able to pay off mom and dad with the next paycheck I get.

Finally

Well, we finally have an entry for the Oligodendroglia contest.....We had one before but Jeremy pulled it because the lyrics he wants to use himself. This song is written by Jared Durston. Seeing as no one else seems to know how to write a Fucking song other than him and Jeremy I will post the lyrics here for you...This is all it has to be people...it ain't hard.....I can't believe I'm posting these.

Pilon is a faggot and he wants to suck my cock
Pilon is a faggot and he wants to suck my cock
Pilon is a faggot and he wants to suck my cock
Pilon is a faggot and he wants to suck my cock
Pilon is a faggot and he wants to suck my cock
Pilon is a faggot and he wants to suck my cock
Pilon is a faggot and he wants to suck my cock
Pilon is a faggot and he wants to suck my cock
Pilon is a faggot and he wants to suck my cock
Pilon is a faggot and he wants to suck my cock
Pilon is a faggot and he wants to suck my cock
Pilon is a faggot and he wants to suck my cock
FIRE CHRIS CLAREMONT



Thank you! Thank you!

That's it....remember, entries are due on the 30th.

Money gone

Well, I've only got 100 bucks left. And I still owe mom and dad 210. I did my plates today which cost 150 bucks and bought a cd player and some proper cds for 150 bucks total today. I just have to get the dash kit for the cd player..they didn't have any at wal-mart. Right now I'm just taking the whole player into my house with me...it's good for preventing people from stealing it.

Jeremy has a little suprise...as of me writing this he hasn't posted about it but I'm pretty sure he will so keep checking in over there.

I've got about 13 songs written for the Oligodendroglia cd....me and Steve have completed one song already but that one didn't have any music to it. It is confirmed that Jeremy will be playing on the cd. I'm gonna be borrowing Jon's bass and maybe his keyboard to add to the music. I think we might make him a cd just cause of him lending us that stuff but it depends what Steve says about it. Steve has no internet so our communication is limited to whenever he comes down to Weyburn, which he isn't doing this weekend.

I'm really experimenting with this one...I'm testing my limits on this one, seeing what I can and can't do....I'm not saying thaty's sounding great, I'm just seeing what I can do.

I think I found the tattoo I want....I'll put a picture of it up later..It's a really cool eye that any of you who know anything about Tool have seen before.

Moving out of our house at the end of October. Well, so long as the buyers can sell there's which I figure shouldn't be too hard. They are up in Regina in a decent area of town....Not the greatest but not the worst.

Well. I got 3 hours of sleep last night so I'm really tired right now........I'm going to bed..Jerks.

Idiot!

Fuck am I stupid. So, if anyone needs any blank DVD cd's, just tell me, I have a shitload. YOu may be wondering "Why are you giving these away Andrew?" My answer to that is that I do not a DVD drive to burn information onto them with. And you may then ask "Why did you buy them then???" And the answer to that is in the title.

I went to buy some normal cd's that I can burn stuff onto(like the new Oligodendroglia cd) and looked at the stats and thought, man, 120 minutes, that's pretty fucking awesome! Little did I think to look at whether or not I could but 120 minutes of music on it...I can't..I can't even put 1 minute onto it....Fucking DVD cd's.

Anyway, so if anyone wants any, just tell me.

Since Only 4 people have ackknowledged that there is a Oligodendroglia contest(Jeremy Shanna and Mike and Jon, and only Mike and Jon because I talked to them at Jared's house, I'm not even sure if they are entering) I think I might go to a bunch of peoples blogs and do some blog whoring......leaving some advertisements and the such. If I know you know about the contest then I won't say anything on your blog...well, I might just to be a dick. Remember, the due date is the end of this month..

To Bid You Farewell

Whoever can guess what the title has to do with anything(it has nothing to do with this post) gets absolutly nothing!!!

Not much to say. Worked two morning shifts yesterday and today. Had to work with Jeremy....man that guy is psycho! Have the day off tommory but then It's back to work. Hoping to get Steve to buy me the new Opeth cd(Steve, If you read this before you come down from Regina, buy me the new Opeth cd and I'll pay you back).

Steve's getting his Tattoo tommorer....can't wait to see it...and get one of my own.

Well, that's about it, I found a way to make my site really evil and I have a high kill count...I rule.

Wierd

So, last night I was working and I went and brought some glasses out to the girls at the bar. Standing by the bar was an extremely drunk biker. After I set the glasses down he turns to me and goes: "Hey, this dishwasher is looking pretty sexy!" Needless to say he was telling the truth but I quickly walked away from him and the bar. I figured he probably wouldn't rape me since he gets plenty of that in jail....And no jokes about him not being able to rape me cause you can't rape the willing......their just not funny.

I've got Seven songs written and ready for lyrics for the Oligodendroglia cd. Jeremy might be joining us on the cd for a song if he can scrounge up and instrument that isn't a guitar, bass, piano, drums or anything else like that that I would be able to get. I think I know which song we can put his lyrics too, I have to talk it over with Steve though.

I'm not sure if I'm gonna keep up the lyric thing just for the fact that I just don't feel like writing whaat I think about them.....I'll still put some up but probably not every day.

Join the Oligodendroglia contest.

Brian Mulroney

I found this article on Canada.com.



Brian Mulroney thinks Pierre Trudeau "destroyed" Canada, according to a new book based on hundreds of interviews conducted when the former Prime Minister was still in power.

Mulroney also says that he "saved" Canada -- doing more for the nation than any PM before him, except Sir John A. Macdonald, Canada's first Prime Minister.

The book, written by Canadian author Peter C. Newman, is titled "The Secret Mulroney Tapes: Confessions of a Prime Minister," and is on sale now.

Newman, an experienced writer on Canadian politics, has also written books on Prime Ministers John Diefenbaker, Lester B. Pearson, and Pierre Elliot Trudeau himself, whom Mulroney slams in the book as being the one who undermined the failed Meech Lake Accord of 1990.

Mulroney also levels accusations on former opponents and colleagues alike, including former cabinet minister and his eventual successor, Kim Campbell, who he labels as "a very vain person" who ran the "most incompetent campaign I've ever seen in my life."

Ottawa's press corps isn't spared either: Mulroney calls them "a bunch of phoney bastards" who refused to give him credit for apparently brokering the deal between Russia's Mikhail Gorbachev and U.S. President George H.W. Bush that eventually led to the fall of the Berlin Wall.




Funny, eh? I think I am going to set a deadline for the Oligodendroglia contest......Let's say September 31st. It might change if Steve doesn't like it but he's up at school right now and I won't see him till the weekend when he comes home to get his tatoo...bastard going without me. There is a site where you can find the rules and shit for the contest...Pylonics.tk. there is a link to it underneath my kill count on the sidebar.

Clumsy

Lyrics by: Raine Maida

throw away the radio suitcase
that keeps you awake
hide the telephone in case, you
realize that sometimes you're not okay
you level off but its not all right now
you need to understand
there's nothing strange about this
you need to know your friends
I'll be waving my hand watching you drown
watching you scream
quiet or loud

maybe you should sleep
maybe you just need a friend
as clumsy as you've been
there's no one laughing
you will be safe in here

Throw away this very old shoelace
that tripped you again
try and shrug it off
it's only skin now
you need to understand
there's nothing fake about this
you need to let me in
I'm watching you



well folks...I think we can all agree that this one is for the losers out there, trying to tell them that they are more than piles of flesh, that they are all special and it's ok to ask for help from others. That there are other people out there facing the same situation and if you team up with them you can grow stronger, having some emotional support.

Room A Thousand Years Wide

Written By: Chris Cornell

Listen, hear, he is inside
One who lives while others lie
I close my eyes and walk a thousand years
A thousand years that aren't mine
It seems he's near me as I walk
One who loved what love denied
He lives these years that I walk blind
All these years cannot be mine
Tomorrow begat tomorrow
Begat tomorrow
Begat tomorrow
A thousand doors a thousand lies
Rooms a thousand years wide
He walks in the cold sun and wind
All these years will not begin
Tomorrow begat tomorrow
Begat tomorrow
Begat tomorrow


I figure Chirs Cornell is trying to talk about someone who is there but willnever provehe is there, must relyonthe beliefs of other...maybe god,maybe not.

Parabol/Parabola

Not much to say today, I figured I would say aomething about the lyrics. I'm gonna try and post some lyrics with meanings and just some plain funny ones(usually gwar). Ideally I would like everyone to comment on the lyrics, what they think they mean and stuf like that(mainly for the ones with meaning, not the funny ones). I want to know what other people think about this stuff. I know I proably won't be getting too many people doing this but I'm gonna try.

I don't have much time cause we have a showing for our house in a bit so I am gonna start you off with this particular lyric from Tool. I've put two songs there because they are basically one song. The only thing that makes you know it's a different song is the change in the track number on your cd player. I know some of you may have heard Maynard Keenan say what this song is actually about but let's just leave that until everyone has commented and then put it on so that we can see how right or wrong we are.

Parabol

So familiar and overwhelmingly warm
This one, this form I hold now.
Embracing you, this reality here,
This one, this form I hold now, so
Wide eyed and hopeful.
Wide eyed and hopefully wild.

We barely remember what came before this precious moment,
Choosing to be here right now. Hold on, stay inside...
This body holding me, reminding me that I am not alone in
This body makes me feel eternal. All this pain is an illusion.

Parabola

We barely remember who or what came before this precious moment,
We are Choosing to be here right now. Hold on, stay inside...
This holy reality, this holy experience. Choosing to be here in...

This body. This body holding me. Be my reminder here that I am not alone in
This body, this body holding me, feeling eternal all this pain is an illusion.

Alive

This holy reality, in this holy experience. Choosing to be here in...

This body. This body holding me. Be my reminder here that I am not alone in
This body, this body holding me, feeling eternal all this pain is an illusion...
Of what it means to be alive

Swirling round with this familiar parable.
Spinning, weaving round each new experience.
Recognize this as a holy gift and celebrate this
chance to be alive and breathing
chance to be alive and breathing.

This body holding me reminds me of my own mortality.
Embrace this moment. Remember. we are eternal.
all this pain is an illusion.

Tool


Well, I figure that maybe Maynard is saying that are minds, once created, will live forever, that there is an afterlife and that our life here on earth is just an illusion, it isn't actually happening and if we realize that fully maybe we won't feel pain or anything like that. He is trying to believe the realityu we live in now but he is having trouble doing it.

Now let's see what everyone else thinks.....Am I wrong?? I don't know.

Slaughterama

With a battle cry go forth which is
"Give the people what they want."
And what the people want could only be the senseless slaughter
of the gutter-slime that litters this nation for cash and prizes.
Yes, this is the show where people bet their lives to win something big.
Cause when your life is shit, then you haven't got much to lose on
Slaughterama!
This next geek is guilty of the following:
A Grateful Dead life for which he's been allowing.
Tried to tell us "Give peace a chance."
Met the National Guard and he shit in his pants.
Its not you imagination, its not a bad trippie, yes thats him -
Its the big smelly hippy!
Hello Mr.Hippy, nice to meet ya.
Hey, got a little shit between your toes.
How's things at the ol' manure factory?
How's little Tofu? What!?
She grew another head?
Well, ya gotta lay off that LSD y'know,
kinda makes your offspring goofy-looking.
So, how do ya hide money from a hippy?
Put it under the soap!
I'm sorry but that answer wasn't in time,
you're gonna have to put your mouth on this.
Whoa! I blew your head clean off.
Good thing I was such an expert shot with the National Guard back in Penn State.
There's nothing like hippie hunting.
My dad always use to take me with Lee Harvey Oswald.
All right, we're rocking now.
Worlds biggest hair,
worlds tightest pants got no circulation but you still can't dance.
Fashion is a statement and sometimes a risk.
Every fashion had its faults, but yours is the pits.
Always in black, looks like he's dead -
Here's the art-fag lying on his death-bed.
Hello Mr. Art-Fag, come on out here.
Say, what a hairdo. Its awfully big.
As big as the.. the..
the Hindenburg and it will go up just as fast if I put this lighter to it.
But no, I'm gonna hold out and ask you this question:
What ever happened to Eddie Munster?
I'm looking at him!
Oh, Oderus help the boy with his hairdo there.... ooh, its getting ripped off.
Ow, you know that's gotta hurt.
Hey, what's Oderus trying to do with his face?
Is that a face-lift?
No, he's pulling that face clean off.
Ahhhhh. Help that sod outta here..
Gave up pussy, stopped to a toot.
Now you can't wait to give someone the boot.
Elbows and knuckles, all you knows how.
Follows the heard, just another cow.
Brain full of shit, boots full of lead.
Straight from Hitler's ass it's a nazi skinhead.
Hello Mr.Nazi Skinhead how'ya doin'?
How's Geraldo's nose? Still broken?
Well it's good to see ya still on the job.
Y'know when you're mugging talk show commentators in bathrooms,
always remember to draw the swastika turning to the right,
not to the left, always to the right.
Why do nazi skinheads wear red suspenders anyway?
He doesn't have to tell you!
Time to give this nazi skinhead one more haircut,
real close to the shoulders like.
Whoa! His heads been decapitated.
Look at all that PSI in he aorta artery.
Whoa! Is he a gusher or what?
Well, ladies and gentlemen that's all for this week.
We've killed everyone worth killing, hope you do the same.
We'll Be back next week for another edition of Slaughterama.
It's full of existential despair.
It's full of people who just don't care.
Don't feel sorry for them.
They've chosen there own pathetic life.

Gwar

Information

Ok, a few things. First off, if some of the pictures on my site don't work and you are using Internet Explorer, empty your cache(Tools>Internet options>Delete Files)

Secondly, I have decided that If I have nothing to post about I'm just gonna put up lyrics to a song, or maybe a poem or something like that. The First one I had was Krosstika by Gwar just so everyone knows.

I spent 170 bucks yesterday getting a new tailpipe and muffler for my car. Not too happy about it but boy does she sound good now.

That's about all I have to say, I have to go to work in 45 minutes. Have fun everyone who is currently going to school......SUCKERS!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

I gots lots of kills in the Kill Everyone Project(see side banner)

Send in your lyrics for the Oligodendroglia contest to Pilonics@yahoo.ca

4. The Drapery Falls

Please remedy my confusion
And thrust me back to the day
The silence of your seclusion
Brings night into all you say
Pull me down again
And guide me into pain
I'm counting nocturnal hours
Drowned visions in haunted sleep
Faint flickering of your powers
Leaks out to show what you keep
Pull me down again
And guide me into
There is failure inside
This test I can't persist
Kept back by the enigma
No criterias demanded here
Deadly patterns made my wreath
Prosperous in your ways
Pale ghost in the corner
Pouring a caress on your shoulder
Puzzled by shrewd innocence
Runs a thick tide beneath
Ushered into inner graves
Nails bleeding from the struggle
It is the end for the weak at heart
Always the same
A lullaby for the ones who've lost all
Reeling inside
My gleaming eye in your necklace reflects
Stare of primal regrets
You turn your back and you walk away
Never again
Spiralling to the ground below
Like Autumn leaves left in the wake to fade
away
Waking up to your sound again
And lapse into the ways of misery



Opeth

Pictures

For any of you who have noticed that many of the pictures on this blog and on a few other Blogs aren't working I would like to apologize. It seems that Flickr, the picture hosting site we have been using has changed the address where many of our pictures are located so any from that site are not available. I have changed the addresses on most of mine(Jeremy, I don't have a copy of your site link, send me the address again) and the rest will soon hopefully follow.

Me and Steve have both wrote about the Oligodendroglia contest and so far no one has even mentioned a thing. People, this is your chance to be part of Oligodendroglia!! Come on!!!! A due date for the entries will be set soon.

GO!

What's that symbol above the oven
Beaming it's malice to all that we shove in
In the War Party we ake every side
United as one until everyone dies
Symbol of hatred, symbol of fear
The Krosstika proclaims our cause
Luring the humans with blood, sex, and beer
Don't worry, we take queers

The hour is nigh
Let the Krosstika fly
Let now the symbol define you
With a wave of raw hate
The Krosstika takes
The symbol is there to remind you

So we hold our rallies and give out free crack
Then we give guns to the poor
Our staffers are making obscene phone calls right now
Soon they wil kick down your door
Slaughter your family and then break for lunch
There's not a pair of dry pants in the bunch

The Swastika and the Bloody Old Cross
Two great hates that hate great together

I say to slay all and have not a care
I demand pillows stuffed with hair
The death of all humans on your world today
Specicide--a new word to say

Symbol of hatred, symbol of fear
The Krosstika proclaims our cause
Luring the humans with blood, sex, and beer
Sending them into the maw
It inspires you to kill
And even if you don't, then you know that it will
Slaking this thirst we'll kill billions or more
Slaves to eternal war

The Krosstika has one purpose
It was designed to enslave you
They were designed to inflame you
There is no lie to the flag that we fly
We don't pretend it can save you
We offer you death but a good one at that
It's only your life, after all
Two great hates that hate great together
Answer the Krosstika's call
The hour is nigh
Let the krosstika fly
Let now the symbol define you
With a wave of raw hate
The Krosstika takes
The symbol is there to remind you

Answer the Krosstika's call




I have no Internet currently, I'm using my parents comp.

Remember to enter the Oligodendroglia contest.

I Just Banged Steve in My Car...Ya.

Here it is, the Oligodendroglia contest.

Steve and I are at it again. This is your chance, as a weak and pitiful human to join Oligodendroglia for a time and win a cd(except Jeremy, he already is getting one, but he can get on the cd). Basically, all you have to do is get in front of a word processor, a pen and pencil or any other item used for writing stuff out and write lyrics for a song. We will use as many of the lyrics as possible on the next Oligodendroglia cd and a select winner will win a cd. Simple enough. You can send your entries to Pilonics@yahoo.ca

The lyrics can be anything, funny, sad, disgusting, angry....anything.

Have fun and enjoy...If you need more info ask me or Steve.





The tail pipe of my car broke off.

Car

The tail pipe on my car is hanging off.