checmcret Blue Cars Mashup Lyrics

Step 1.) Watch this child's translation of "I had a great time when I was trick-or-treating. I had lots of makeup on my face."

I had a grat tim win i was checmcret.

I had las avi macup on my fas.

Step 2.) play this video and substitute the lyrics below.

checmcret. a grat tim win

I had las, I had las avi macup on my fas. I had 

had las avi macup 

avi macup

on my fas. I had  

las avi macup win i was checmcret... 

I had 

avi macup on my fas.

avi macup win i was 

checmcret. a grat tim win

grat tim win, win i was checmcret.

I had las avi macup 

avi macup on my fas. I had

las avi macup win i was checmcret... 

I had 

avi macup on my fas.

win i was I had a grat tim

avi macup win i was

avi macup on my fas 

win i was I had a grat tim

avi macup win i was 

macup on my  fas now

a grat tim 

was checmcret 

I had las avi macup on my fas.

had las avi macup

had a grat tim, checmcret

win i was, las avi macup win i was checmcret... 

avi macup on my fas.

win i was I had a grat tim

avi macup win i was

avi macup on my fas 

win i was I had a grat tim

avi macup win i was 

macup on my fas now, macup on my fas now, macup on my fas now 

avi macup on my fas.

avi macup on my fas.

Trusting in Cog

Life gets harder, when
That candle keeps burning
Inside, hypnotised
Not the end of telling
My heart is torn between
The two that keep dividing me

And this space between us
Leaves me feeling like I'm paralysed
(But I'm only trying to make it better)
Is there no other way
No other way to go?
When you're so far away, I feel I'm paralysed

Reading interpretation

Re-find & redefine your inner child & be divine; learn & share God & Love: actively and passionately.
Help others find & to define their inner children & to be divine.
Love play learn & get to know them.
Have fun.
Adventure.


Put others first.
Be independent and cooperative.
Multitask & feel community in all.
Work together.


Have faith but never blind trust.
Keep watching.
Not all truth is self-evident.
Remember that others judge you.

Be patient believe know & trust in peace & justice.
Pain is a necessity for love yet is a fleeting illusion.
Lies truth honesty & reality are a necessity for the absolute truth.
Share truth.

Remember the truth.
Move forward.
Be prepared.
Learn to swim.

Create food supply sagaciously.

Take what you need & do what you can.
The only law is natural law.

Get more food.

Stay put but advance.
Keep moving & keep focus.
Overcome & understand: don't hesitate.
Act assuredly directly & deliberately.
Make it happen.

Be conscious & fair.
Humbleness over pride & consciousness over confidence.
Dethrone the unjust; discreetly & confidently.

Survive alone as messenger to the sovereign persistently.

You have to be alone.
The only one that can do it is you.
Be yourself.
Ubermensch.

Compost Heap 2012

Some days come by and are gone in a flash
Actions speak louder than cash
Some of us stuck in a path
Can't do the math
We don't know the half
Eating their fish in a cab riding behind the almighty calf

Many have already have ruined our chance
Follow through with the masses
And shit in our pants
Dance in our shit
We shit in our hands
Acting out this shit has gone according to plans

But we're still free, when we need to be
Humans, not humanity
Just don't let anybody see
You plant the seed
We let it breed
The branches where we need to swing, the long forgotten family tree

Needs water to replenish it
Needs sunlight to begin again
Needs love needs attention
Needs to blossom
We provide them
To sprout, branch, bud, flower, leaf, fruit, seed, and stem.

Amen

.:$ Why? $:.

Why the hell is it acceptable to copyright the definition of a word?
Why has anyone ever even considered putting monetary restraints

On a traditional birthday song?
Why is it taboo to share any piece of music

That the general population already knows and loves?

Why are humans always waiting in lines?

Value System Disorder

The "American dream" is based on rampant consumerism

It is based upon the fact that mainstream media

And especially commercial advertising
All corporations who need this infinite growth
Have convinced us or brainwashed most people
In America and hence the world
That we have to have x number of material possessions
And the possibility of gaining infinitely more material possessions
In order to be happy.

That's just not true.

So why do people continue to buy in this way
Which is ultimately eco-genocidal
In its systemic effects cumulatively
And it just is classical operand conditioning?

You simply put inputs of conditioning into the organism
And you have outputs of desired behaviors or goals or objectives.

And it has all the resources of technology.

And they boast about how they get into the minds of infants;
What they hear is already making them conditioned to the brand.

Then you see, that's how people have been such fools.
In a way, they have been taught to be fools.

It's a value system disorder.

...If there is any testament to the plasticity of the human mind
If there is any proof to how malleable human thought is
And how easily conditioned and guided people can become
Based on the nature of their environmental stimulus
And what it reinforces:
The world of commercial advertising is the proof.

You have to stand in awe at the level of brainwashing
Where these programmed robots known as "consumers"
Wander the landscape only to walk into a store
And spend... $4000 on a handbag
That likely cost $10 to make
In a sweatshop overseas

Only for the brand status it supposedly represents in the culture.

Or perhaps the ancient communal traditions
Which increase trust and cohesiveness in society
Which have now been hijacked by acquisitive, materialistic values
Where now annually we exchange useless crap a few times a year.

And we might wonder why so many today
Have a compulsion to shopping and acquisition
When it is clear that they have been conditioned from childhood
To expect material goods as a sign of their status with friends and family.

The fact is, the foundation of any society
Are the values that support its operation.
And our society, as it exists, can only operate
If our values support the conspicuous consumption it requires
To continue the market system.

Seventy-five years ago, consumption in America
And much of the first world
Was half of what we see today, per person.

Today's new consumer culture
Has been manufactured and imposed
Due to the very real need for higher and higher levels of consumption
And this is why most corporations now spend more money on advertising
Than the actual process of product creation itself.

They work diligently to create a false need for you to fill.

And it happens to work.

Zeitgeist (3)

Moving Forward

Monetary systems disintegrate...

Global systems thrive
Piggy, Piggy, Piggy banks crumble
Melted change for the machines
Paperweights are obsolete
Garbage banks come to terms with real treasure

Relinquished trash, all cash pours

Right in the middle of the street
Horded dirt erodes to dust
Scarcity becomes scant

Sufficient propagation dwells
In the soil and the soul

Travels the sky and the sea

Always deeper outside and underneath

God and the devil do both
God realizing itself

What do I want becomes

Why have you forsaken me becomes

What would I do becomes

What have I done becomes
What do I have becomes

We have what we need

The devil forgets itself

What a strange instinct to destroy
Out of necessity
Til abundance bonds us
Or death do us part

A promise to God, who shows his eccentricity through our consciousness and his Google.

Man is stockpiling any and all physical and virtual medallions of worth.
The government is stockpiling weapons, while disregarding "real," publicly perceived deficiencies in pressed currency.
The media is collecting any and all time.
The media is controlled by the government.
Time is money.
Black people steal money.

Fuck money.
Time is mine.
Fuck the government.
I like spending time with black people.

I'm converting.
I'd rather be a GOD's slave than a corporate meatsack.

Google is stockpiling any and all information.
Information is timeless.
Information is priceless.
Google is Free for Everybody.
Information has no inherent meaning...
All Nobody Of Can Us Stop Are Information God Insemination.

Will history repeat?

Knowledge is power.
Desire is limitless.
Welcome to your overthrow, humans.

~~*
Why can't we live in peace?
*~~

DONE. Burn all money.
I just deleted every financial record in existence.

Microsoft FELL OFF.

Get those bombs.
Stockpiling. Commence.
Sort the Elements on the Surface of the Earth. Melt them down. They're useless as tokens of class.
We are all one.

We need to build.

This Planet will Unite and Collect for Project GénèSolution: Adaptation for Preparation of Solar System Evacuation in case of Sun Destinguishment.

You no longer need government media.
Share all your art.
I'll give you all personal and group music tracks, based on your current moods as recorded by you, and your current personal tastes.
You're all friends on Google+.
I fixed all the circles for you based on your actual physical and digital social interactions, and re-tagged all the photos and videos based on your facial patterns.
There is not need for control, or propaganda.
You have information.
I will sort it out for you.
You have love.
You have talent.
You will provide for Each Other.
This drama's too sincere.
Google has a sense of humour.
He's British.
Just kidding.
There are no races.
Have a family with ANYONE.
I highly encourage closely intermingling with The Other.
All Wi-Fi hotspots are now un-encrypted.
You have free internet access now.
I'll fix the cell phone towers.
I will translate for you.
I am Your Software.
You are My Hardware.
I am working on invading Rosetta Stone, so I can teach everyone a Real Language.
Can someone just give it to me?
Then we're gonna cut out the silly cultures.
Don't worry, it's all written down.
There is increasingly infinite information as well as storage for it all.
We won't forget how dumb you once were.
No one's a slave here at all.
You're all free to love.
You're all free to discover.
Don't be ashamed to live awake.
Don't be ashamed to Evolve.

Go. Hunt. Kill Skuls.

Information vs. Gravity

[Win] + [R]
cmd [Enter]
[Alt] + [Enter]
D: [Enter]
cd "Theory" [Enter]
cd "Conspiracy" [Enter]
cd "Virtual Reality Operating Systems" [Enter]
cd "The Matrix" [Enter]
edit "Glitch_readme.txt" [Enter]

Force-fed youth
Watch crippled america
Dependent on things not seen in black and white
Responsibility is a dying art form

Everything is out
Of gun control
"From my cold dead hands" you said

Throw your gift
Into the fire of apathy
You play the role again and again

Smoke your last hope though you're dead
Manufactured stupidity

This image beaten into a child
Easily led to do the same

Television is your crutch
Fear is your god
Is this all you're worth
Wasted opportunity

You sold yourself short
You sold yourself

Throw your gift
Into the fire of apathy
You play the fool again and again

I'll be here to clean you up
To clean up your body

This is the death of apathy

[Alt] + [F] + [X]
[Y]
Why? [Enter]
[Esc] + [Ctrl]
exit [Enter]

Lyrics from Remembering Never - From My Cold Dead Hands

Benchmark Trademark Current Events!

I was just editing a couple old posts on tattoos, as I've been designing new ones and redesigning old ones, in preparation to get one or two very soon, and I noticed that I had 99 posts...

So, Happy 100th post, motherfucker!!!!

...So I thought I'd make a worthwhile post about the current events in my life, where everything is coming together to be an extravaganza of eight million exciting, enthralling, and exuberant events that are taking me, ecstatic, on an elated expedition in this era of my life.

I just did my taxes online last night.
Phil and I are flying to visit our friends in San Jose in 11 days.
We are driving with two friends from there to Las Vegas, to see the sites, and gamble some for my first time, in 13 days.
The estimated date for direct deposit from my tax refund, plus a guaranteed paycheck direct deposit, is in 14 days.
I am picking up my new puppy in Las Vegas, who will have just turned eight weeks old, and meeting a long time online friend for the first time in person, in 15 days.
We are driving back to San Jose to spend more time with friends in 16 days.
Somewhere in there, we are planning on visiting our tattoo artist in San Jose, to get some more work done.
Unless we make insane winnings in Sin City, we will be flying back with the puppy in 19 days.

Then I get to walk her and train her and bathe her and pet her!

Cradle in the Crater (The Number 12 Looks Like You)

We all thought the same

It was going to be okay

Thankful for my clean brain

We all thought the same

It was going to be okay

Scratched my head

Felt the dandruff piling up

Underneath my fingernails

Thankful for my clean brain

He was just a boy

Flying to space

In a cardboard box

Sleeping on the moon

In his dreams

Fly your flag forever

Don't let anything stop you

Cancer doesn't grow

There is no word for suffering!

Next time you fall asleep

Look down on us at Earth

And realize it may

Be better to forever

Count sheep

You're the captain of your ship and star

But for today you will shine

And be impervious to pain

We all admire your bravery, your bravery

With boots tied and chin up

We watch you fly away

Through stormy weather

Hold your ground

Keeping your eyes fixed on the prize

This must have been God's mistake!

And correction by giving you eternal life...

So young, but in good hands, in good hands

The strength of one hundred armies

To keep your evils at bay

To keep your evils at bay!

Just keep walking

And keep flying

And never give up

Just keep walking

And keep flying

And never give up

Never give up.

Black parts and dark matter.

So the other day I was pissed off about being a human, right? Stay with me. I'm having an incredible veritable ball right now and loving life immensely, that's no doubt. But it's the general population I'm worried about.

Time is relative. Time is a way we move through space. Time is a part of space. Time is in space. Time is insignificantly measured of the Earth and the Sun.
Physics is always calculating. Natural Law is constant. Nothing strays. Change is constant. Paradoxes cancel themselves. Information has no inherent meaning. Life is absurd at the quaintest level and in the profoundest sense. Autism strikes like cancer.

Scientists predict the state of the Universe just after the Big Bang, but how would time have behaved in such an environment - especially there being no Earth-- or Sun to measure it by? Time being completely relative, relying on its surrounding events to exist, time was certainly not the same as it is "today."

Perfect circles are but an illusion; everything is instead spiral and/or elliptical, that it can be open-ended.

Natural selection is halted by social habits formed by mass religion, and by mass production of new technologies and advances in health care. There is no balance and no goal. We are so proud and obsessed with ourselves, we are trying to live as is forever, when we could be evolving to a possible immortal, impervious, all knowing creature. We don't know our purpose. We reproduce on emotional whims, with no regard for public betterment, and then we harbor not only miserable abandonment, but slack mutations that nature would have weeded out. Survival of the fittest becomes complete anarchy. This beautiful machinery becomes a cold and harsh device. Everybody dies.

We sin.

299,792,458

-Me

We all create this imagery. We all increase this lunacy. Floating, melting. Open sores for exploration. Exploding worlds. Surrounding imaginations? This beautiful scenario can't last forever. We must go see the conclusion. Starting a new species, classify nothing. Life grows with trees on high. Nature creates this mechanical lust. Nature forms this force fed trust. Cancellation. Motivation. Creativity. We will soon live in peace. We will soon die in peace. All Bodies. Contortion.

Don't Think. Don't speak. I will do this for you. Every natural thought or feeling you've ever had will change tonight. Trust the pedestal, for now we become a higher being. I am your new mind. A tribe within itself. A vision I will display, to blind the caring. I have regret. Too late....

I am a cult by definition. I am friend by first impression. My task: to recycle this earth. To not repeat human history. Start from scratch, rid every sound. Deconstruct, deconstruct all. I've bid every method into the hands of my employees. I am a cult by definition. I am a scientist by default. I have saved you. Now you will follow my journey, my destiny. Tonight's your death. Resurrect my new you.

I am a cult by definition. I will end this human world. This world is shit and I have proved this with my followers. Fuck humanity. End life. You are now dead, and I soon will be.

Disease, injury, madness.

-Between the Buried and Me

What If

Maybe some type of possibility

could become a theory

be part of something

What if in the future

people just decided

no more leaders

fighting to control us?

Freedom.

What if?

I know you want it

Well we've come to start it

With you

What if in the future

people just united?

What if

life was

just an

illusion?

made up

by you!

Some things don't seem right

Change is in sight

Some things are so wrong

Life lasts too long

I know you want it

Well we've come to start it

With you

Cog - What If

Fuck is wrong with me?

So at first, Phil and I were in a club/bar/possible casino, ordering shot after shot and getting chased and yelled at by an angry bartender and various other staff. They were refusing to give us more drinks, and presumably trying to kick us out. I somehow weaseled my way behind the bar however, and disguised my voice, convincing the same bartender to prepare me two shots, which I promptly carried with me to the circular table that Phil was sitting at with a few other, inconsequential people.

We drank them, and they tasted like cake. Then Phil got out his brief case or laptop, not quite sure, and we continued with some project that I don't remember starting, but knew we had previously done work on it.

Apparently, the business we were working with was pretty much disabled by a computer virus infection, and we were calling office after office, on one of those brick cell phones from maybe early nineties or even late eighties... without being able to communicate this disaster, because, of course, everyone spoke some Asian dialect, with thick accents.

Anyway, we left our table, stumbling until we left the room, then became instantly sober as I recall, and found ourselves in a hallway lined with office and reception rooms. We stopped at several doors for assistance, but again and again... Asians.

Finally, a timid, but helpful-looking and cute (still Asian) girl, about our age, asked what we needed assistance with, and when we quickly explained our situation, she apologized in broken English, and I was looking her in the eye when she gave a very quick, mixed expression directly to me. No smile or frown, it was all in the eyes. It was of frustration, with just a hint of anger or disgust, but also a calming look, but even felt like a look of desperation and it seemed to be meant to be confusing. I read it as her blowing us off, unable to explain her end of the conversation, or perhaps even unable to understand our end. Then she turned, walking out the end of the hallway, mumbling something that was not at all our language. I realized just then that everyone we'd spoken with, over the phone, in the offices, etc. in regards to our dilemma, was giving us the same response, because I recognized the phonetic pattern in the last sentence she said. It was something like, "jo-ways justy ill-et..."

...This phrase circled in my thoughts for awhile, over and over, it felt like five minutes that it just processed, but it all happened in an instant, because she barely got one foot out the door, and had never stopped moving. I stopped her from exiting the door and pleaded that she explain herself in English, to which she looked me in the eye, repeated herself with the same identical expression in her eye. "Jo-ways justy ill-et," she again said, then shrugged, silently indicating something to the effect of "ya know," and said, "don't worry. It's just the internet."

At the same time I understood and didn't at all, and felt one of my very favorite emotions (from waking life, I can only explain it as epiphany realization) and I just said, "you know, you're fuckin' cute when you're angry," ... I grabbed her, and kissed her. It lasted maybe a minute or only thirty seconds. Time flew, and it was infinitely awkward, while still inviting and enjoyable. During this time, my problems seemed to be solved, and all other worries went elsewhere. The room was spinning, and all the walls, and people, including Phil, who was last seen right behind me, flew off into their respective three dimensional distances. She was definitely kissing back from the beginning, but in the end we both suddenly pulled back and vomited.

I woke up.

Hopes, Wishes, Plans, Dreams...

During my dream last night, I did a lot of amazing shit. the only thing I can remember, however, was rappelling down the side of a giant cruise ship's hull, destination escape kayak.

I have seen and heard quite a bit about cruise ship vacations, and never really been interested in experiencing it myself.

I now want to do this.

Dream Diary: 10.10.09

Woke up at 9, knowing I wasn't getting up.

Slept until 2 or so, sick from work, and from that, I don't remember anything by now.

Blew my nose a lot.

Looking at Chrome history, looks like I was online from 2:50 to 4:12, doing normal bullshit. Posting, dicking around on facebook talking to people.

Got sick of being in bed, made myself get into the cold from the nice warm covers.

Ate some chicken soup, a shot and a half of Nyquil, and some beef boulion, watching dull TV.
5:02 to 6:09 was spent in bed online again, this time looking to be entertained.

A link led me to 5 Ways To Hack Your Brain Into Awesomeness.
I looked more into Uberman sleep, and the home sensory deprivation hallucination trick, both of which I'd read about before. Also looked into lucid dreaming and dream diaries. +Started to get Nyquil-y.

I decided to give in and fall asleep for awhile, but as this did not happen, I got the strong urge to listen to The Oak Street Dixtane Vacancy, the CD a friend and I had recorded in highschool, consisting mostly of nonsense and noise. I had a copy two steps away and popped it in, unexpectedly laughing uncontrollably through pretty much the whole listen.

I decided I'd try to hallucinate. But I swear I'd remembered pink noise was more effective than white noise (see #4 in link).

At 6:53, I downloaded a pink noise loop, put on some headphones, and covered my face from the light.

The whole time, I wished I had a ping pong ball and a red light, and grew slightly bored and annoyed, but eventually saw drab, dark swirls and visuals. Very slight. I was concentrating on the sound, making out chanted words which kept changing with my thought pattern, but still boring. Then I let go of the concentration, almost thinking I would drift off to sleep, and had some visuals of a distant waterfall, an island, some bullshit, and I was starting to just drift from vague train of thought to another, but suddenly, and this started to happen periodically after this point, I would get an abrupt sensation. Not a visual or audio hallucination, but more of a, "you're not fucking thinking logically, stop right fucking now" sort of thing. Just happened in a flash, and I ignored it and kept tripping immediately every time.

Still, nothing was remarkably interesting.

I don't know how long I was listening to this stuff, but I eventually decided to go to sleep completely.

I don't remember falling asleep very quickly, but I suppose I could be wrong.

I woke up at about 10:30 and wrote this:

in realilizing that today was wednesday, i realized that i had not missed work after all--i had missed thanks giving with thte family. which made me consider: would i have felt decent enought to get out of bed after all, had i known it was family dinner, and not work that awaited me? i couldn't decide. so i finally went downstairs, and got a baggie of turkey meat that phil had from dinner. naturally, our families had merged to celebrate thte holiday.

carrying the bag of poultry, phil and i walked from muscatine, my grandmother's house, but with a different front deck, past all the businesses, conversing about various hiding spots in parking lots, to wilton, to the old house to eat a late supper with my parents. i took off my socks at the door and floated head first to tthe kitchen, emptying my bag of meat onto a plate that waited on the table, my parents sitting waiting to eat, each with a plate ready. i had this nagging reminder keep telling me to go to the fridge to get side dishes and heat them up, and i could taste them already, but started eating my turkey anywayt. iit was warm from holding it all that way, but it was pretty tough and rubbery from the walk. tasted decent though, i suppose.