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Life On Air-David Attenborough
A Dagg At My Table-John Clarke

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John Mayer-Heavier Things
The Waifs-Up All Night
Dido-Life For Rent

Words of Wisdom

"The spirit is most often free when the body is satiated with pleasure, indeed, sometimes the stars shine more brightly seen from the gutter than from the hilltop"-
W. Somerset Maugham

Classic Songs

Split Screen Sadness...And I don't know where you went when you left me but Says here in the water you must be gone by now I can tell somehow One hand on the trigger of a telephone Wondering when the call comes Where you say it's alright You got your heart right Maybe I'll sleep inside my coat and Wait on the porch 'til you come back home Oh, right I can't find a flight We share the sadness Split screen sadness Two wrongs make it all alright tonight All you need is love is a lie cause We had love but we still said goodbye Now we're tired, battered fighters And it stings when it's nobody's fault Cause there's nothing to blame at the drop of your name It's only the air you took and the breath you left Maybe I'll sleep inside my coat and Wait on the porch 'til you come back home Oh, right I can't find a flight So I'll check the weather wherever you are Cause I wanna know if you can see the stars tonight It might be my only right We share the sadness Split screen sadness I called Because I just Need to feel you on the line Don't hang up this time And I know it was me who called it over but I still wish you'd fought me 'til your dying day Don't let me get away Cause I can't wait to figure out what's wrong with me So I can say this is the way that I used to be There's no substitute for time Or for the sadness Split screen sadness We share the sadness-John Mayer

------------------ First Cut Is The Deepest...I would have given you all of my heart But there's someone who's torn it apart And he's taken just all that I had But if you want I'll try to love again Baby, I'll try to love again but I know The first cut is the deepest Baby I know the first cut is the deepest But when it comes to being lucky he's cursed When it come to loving me he's worst I still want you by my side Just to help me dry the tears that I've cried And I'm sure going to give you a try And if you want I'll try to love again (tryyy) Baby, I'll try to love again but I know The first cut is the deepest Baby I know the first cut is the deepest But when it comes to being lucky he's cursed When it come to loving me he's worst I still want you by my side Just to help me dry the tears that I've cried But I'm sure gonna give you a try 'Cause if you want I'll try to love again (try to love again) Baby, I'll try to love again but I know The first cut is the deepest Baby I know, the first cut is the deepest When it come to being lucky he's cursed When it come to loving me he's worst The first cut is the deepest baby i know The first cut is the deepest try to love again...-Sheryl Crow

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Saturday, March 01, 2003
(GANGSTA RANT)*
Ever switch on Channel V and notice a plethora of wankers who define themselves as real tough dawg gangsta rappers who also have very gay, girly names? Hmmm, well I did, yesterday morning as it happens.

I mean don’t get me wrong, there’s a lot else wrong with gangsta rappers apart from their names. For starters they can’t spell the word “gangster” but supposedly it’s okay to rape the English language if you are a black American or pretending to be a black American.

There’s Nelly, everyone’s favourite self-indulgent wanker who has an album called “Nellyville” and a duet with the Ugly Child O’ Destiny – Kelly Rowland, who feeds the ego monster by willingly singing the words “Nelly I love you, Nelly I need you” etc (and something about a fucking “boo” which makes me want to slap her.)

Nelly is an old woman’s name. Everyone knows that, so why the hell would some bad-ass gangsta pimp dawg want to call himself Nelly is beyond me. Unless its his gangsta pimp dawg DRAG name.

Other things wrong with Nelly include his dress sense (he has a penchant for ugly tracksuits and other shit like yellow headbands.) the fact he dances like a retard, and that stupid band-aid he feels compelled to wear at all times. Apparently he wears it to show solidarity for some dickhead friend who is in jail and he won’t take it off till his friend busts out of the slammer. I was informed by Matt once that he wears it because he has AIDS. I don’t know if Matt is a reliable source of information on the gangsta rapping world. Either way, wearing a band-aid doesn’t make me think “Oh he’s so noble towards incarcerated felons/AIDS patients ... I really admire his wit and his stance.”

Nelly is also (and I plagiarise one of Father's classic sayings here) 'as ugly as a hatful of arseholes'. Yet allegedly women want to fornicate with this beast. Hmmm, I find it very hard to believe .... call me a cynic!
Other gangsta fag names of note include all the Puff Daddy names – Sean “Puffy” Coombes, P.Diddy, Fag Puffy ... whatever the hell he is calling his talent less arse this week. Then there are all the old favourites, Snoop Doggy Dogg, Lil Bow Wow, and Coolio with new ones popping up every day.

Yo bitch don’t be dissin’ on me and my badass homies... my name is MC Fluffy Pantz.

That's my rant for today. I'm too fucking tired to write anything vaguely interesting, seems some bastard kept me up til 4am chatting about the state of his garden.

I'll be travelling back to Melbourne on Monday morning and will probably spend the week there looking at houses. I just wish I could feel kinda excited about the prospect of spending hours and hours looking through other people's places, trying to imagine myself living there and enduring bucket-loads of clichéd bullshit from some woggy guy (that'd be the real estate agent) who wants to rip either me, or the owners of the property off, all in the name of making himself wealthy ...... oh what joy!
xxx

posted by The Princess 1:05 PM



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Second Opinion.. The glow inside another red-crossed pelvis will drain when they crush that little bulb. Menstrual minstrels drift in from the weedless garden. The immaculate blue flame from the fake fireplace burns in the corner of my eye. Can't stop staring at nothing. A gloved hand opens the door, and the man enters soothingly, with an air of respect for the dead. Encourages us to look on the bright side. Black pants hide your pain afterwards, and there's a cookie on a napkin and a paper cup of red juice to replace your strength. We drive home without blinking because the sun isn't real .. . -Viggo Mortensen

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