Below are the 10 most recent journal entries recorded in nocoastsaints' LiveJournal:

Thursday, April 6th, 2006
2:19 am	those things you want to see just because. the morning break in tokyo stars over wyoming snow 52nd and broadway olympia washington and a bunch of other shit. just because i heard it in a song. Current Mood: listless (5 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, December 4th, 2005
11:46 pm	that's when you find your self in a 'nigga moment' and now for the payoff! why does everyone buy into the nonsense of the two party system? seriously, as if the republican party holds their thumb on the pulse of morality. and is anyone really convinced the democratic party has the little guy in mind? the "conservative right" and the "liberal left". it's two side of the same coin. and that coin is stamped 'ridiculous' on each side. but now, the problems that face us in fixing this; a. everyone has, in fact, bought into the two party system. and it would just upset people to much to consider changing the status quo. b. with the social sickness known as socialism spreading like prairie fire. c. hardcore and punk seem to headed down hill at terrific speed with all this guys in girl pants i want to be a faggot crap. d. no one seems to understand the libertarian party. now, how do we fix these things? i don't know. it looks like no one wants to think outside the two party system. people seem scared for some reason. with everyone thinking that the government owes them something with social security and welfare and medicare, it's no wonder socialism is looming over the horizons. people want government to take care of them. they want no personal responsibly and do not realize that privatized healthcare and personal roths and savings are the best and most efficient systems we could ask for. as far as saving the music? we can not leave that to vh1. so, everyone go start some bands of unparalleled levels of ass-kickery and noise terrorism. god's speed in going and fucking yourself Current Mood: discontent (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, November 2nd, 2005
2:03 am	i'm not a nigga, i'm a punk rock nigga all those soldiers in the pit, get the fuck up! life in general: eh. ran lights and sound at a couple of shows this weekend. it was an okay time. shit doesn't pay enough. the saturday show was fucking clown shoes, classic rock cover band, ugh. but sundays was pretty good. ska project, obscure, outside the circle, a joyful suicide, and the many from hutch. they were good, but fuck hutch. people seemed to have a good time and we didn't lose money for once. need to get the fuck out of here. jesus christ. this, and by this i mean my continuing to breath, isn't going fucking anywhere. question: do the ends ever justify the means? statement: this life you all live, just paying banks to impress whomever. fucking honestly. you're a fucking clown. demand: the winning powerball ticket. story: looking out over the city from the hills in the surrounding desert, he couldn't help but wonder if this was the right course of action. if the was the means to the end they were working for. in three days it was going to all fall apart. they would take the grid down, and that would be the begining of the end. the start of anacrhcy, and with luck, the beginning of independence. people would no longer be caught up in this consumer driven life, instead just trying to survive. riots, gang war, marshall law... would the people take back what was theirs from those they enslaved themselves to? 'we can only hope'. Current Mood: malevolant (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, October 9th, 2005
6:08 pm	it's midnight never forget where you come from, keep your mouth, back the fuck up alright all you soldiers and big money hustla's, we gonna lay it out like this life in general: craig turned 21 this weekend, and john and cole 22 during the week. lots of fun hanging out with the crew and making craig drink the most random things we could find in the 'bartenders bible'. met some cool people thanks to the joey and the cassandra, i also met some really fucking stupid people. when every fiber of your being tells you not to do something, don't fucking do it. just because they give you attention does not mean you need to date them and be one more in a long list of people left fucked over and broken. fuck you question: when did we lose sight of everything we knew to be true? demand: a 1996 caprice cop car, so that i might chop the floor out of it and put the pan and frame under my 54 buick with a three or four inch channel. story: he assured himself he would remember this time. as if he ever did. those moments thoughts and feelings that pass over you and then leave dead that which you held in the highest.. just another lost day. it was the way she left, how they walked away, comfortable, not intimate, but comfortable. he had claim on that, as awkward as he knew it was. she had taken the time to stop in and say hi. even though she had company what will you do since the person you want to be around the most, even though you will never let her know, makes you want to kill yourself? thoughts like that make talking to one's self more interesting. at least that is what he told himself. little bits of control. that is what makes living possible. it is like your life's soundtrack is entirely minor key strings and blacked out eyes. the way that ennui seems to seep through a body and take root in the heart you are trying to say something - fucking get to the point why isn't there just one? why does each of them seem eternally fascinating but utterly pedestrian? automatic negative thoughts or just hard cold reality? as if there was such a thing. you have to take it. you have to make it yours (Comment on this)
Sunday, September 4th, 2005
2:18 am	this is for the gangsta's all arcoss the world back the fuck up, shut the fuck up, and get the fuck up. time to change the world. burn it down and rebuild in our image... what ever that may be. life in general: married. my cousin was married today. i am only two months older than him. and he is married. his younger brother is marrying in nine days. what the hell is going on? like, everybody decided to get married all of the sudden - and i either, didn't get the memo or am destined for a long a lonely life of typing shit on live journal and saving my fingernail clipings in dated baggies. but then again, i am sure that with the great advances in medical technology i will live a decently long life, i do not need to get ahead of myself with this married business. i don't even have anything resembleing a fuckin' clue as far as my future is concerned, is dragging someone else into that really the best course of action? but that bridesmaid jyl... she was amazing. question: at what point do you decide enough is enough and just cash it all in? demand: rebuild kit for a 322 nail head story: she walked the ailse with a confident air about her. the black dresses chosen for them were not of the highest quality or the most flattering cut. but she still was breath taking, and a nose ring... you think this crowd would have tried to exersice her for such a thing. wonders never cease? affection for her friends, that was why she was here. and you could see it in her face, but it gave way to boredom. the service was in fact, quite painful. the brides own father marrying her off. they laboured the points of submission and of gods divine guidence. it was that boredom that really made him take notice. but she wasn't one of them. not a bible college graduate or a church intern. she was a friend from the home town. whatever that means. (Comment on this)
Wednesday, August 31st, 2005
12:50 am	tried to keep me out my cash so i beat it out his child alright bitches, you know how we roll. so throw those fists in the air and give us our props. why? you dare to ask? because we are better than you, so shut the fuck up. also, check out 'The Horror', from wichita. they played a show here, it was a good time. they stayed in our living room. we drank, talked hot rods and rockn'roll. life in general: oh the fun. tonsillitis. ugh. infection, sucks ass. being on huge doses of antibiotics, also sucks ass. not going to work for two days and missing out on dealing with incompetent managers and other staff? ninety-two dollars. question: should i buy the 1976 suburban that my grandmother sold before i was born just because it is a cool colour and for some reason it has an aire of nostalgia around it, that and my truck broke down and i can buy this one for less than half what it will cost to fix mine. or should i pass it up because it has the worst case of body cancer i have ever seen? they guy said five hundred, but that dosen't really seem like much of a bargain. maybe he'll deal with me, throw dollar amounts at me, how low should i shoot for? statement: we shouldn't have to put up with so much bullshit. too bad that, for the most part, we do it too ourselves demand: that the terminator hurry his ass up. secondary demand: give me money, celestion vintage 30's are pricey story- what a fuckin' day. one thing after another.' he continued down his street, muttering angrily under his breath. it hadn't been the best day. traffic accident in the tunnel made him late to work and two clients dropping the fledging company didn't help matters anymore. and on his way home what should happen? hit by a bicycle messenger, 'dirty fucking hippies anyways.' now nursing a bloody foot and twisted ankle and having one less pair of decent pants he saw the envelope on the front door. "eviction notice" 'i swear, the whole fucking world is against me. what next, eh? suppose that's what happens when you can't pay the rent.' 'seems that you might be down on your luck.' the voice was like hot gravel, and it was a statement, not a question. he turned around to meet the most daunting figure he had ever imagined. not tall, and not grotesque. but... the it dawned on him, not the man, but what ever energy radiating from the man man that made him want to drop to his knees, beg forgiveness, and accept the death that was shortly coming. (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, August 12th, 2005
9:52 pm	and i'm back like vertabre alright motha fucka's we are back on the air. or the web, whichever. summer as we know it is winding down. those of you in school, fall semester is about to start. we can all drink to that. those of you wasting your lives like i am, well, we'll drink to that too. chumps - they know who they are and i imagine none of them are reading this, because no one reads this, chumps, fuck off and die. seriously, vegan, straight edge, fuck you. straight edge 'no sex, no drugs, no fun' and someone explain to me when hardcore and faggot became the same thing? and while people are explaining, when did it become okay to be a faggot anyways? life in general - good times. we have our rockn'roll,*but i need more, where are the punks? JAMES, SAVE ME* we have our crews, our rides, our bitches, and our pretentious habits of acting much more 'street' that we actually are. question- how do you get that girl that you know likes you to leave the person they have been with forever and nine years for you? statement- more Black Flag needs to be played on local radio. demand- give me money. story- another cool evening. a walk taking advantage of the break in the rain. broken sidewalks, flickering street lamps and fences in dire need of mending. cars somehow forced along well past design life. it isn't the ghetto, but we aren't quite out of the hood. poor people live here. good people, but poor. they make just enough to get by, if you can call it that. 'i hope to not be here when the sun comes up tomorrow', he always said curious things like that. a long drag off a cheap unfiltered cigarette, throwing into the gutter. 'surely there is more?' Current Mood: restless (10 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, October 15th, 2004
5:15 am	"lift your head up high and blow your brians out" why is that eighty percent of the people in this world were pampered by their parents and treated like princesses? is this just God making sure the other twenty percent of us know that he is there and he wants to see how much stress we are capable of undergoing before imploding? fuckin' honestly, they go around thinking its okay to be ignorant, that 'making it' matters and that guys in chick jeans is just the bee's knees. okay, congratulations you are in fact a stupid fucking cunt. you think that life should be fair, you should not have to work for anything, that because you want something you deserve it and that people that have more than you, -owe- you something. you know what, no one owes you a god damn thing. no one should have to make up for your stupidity. fuck you. all you people that hate bush because thats what the cool kids are doing. he is your fucking president and wearing an over priced shirt made by some lice ridden chinese kid in a sweatshop on the yangtze river isn't going to do a fucking thing because you are not old enough to vote. and you hate kerry? fuck you too. its the same rhetoric and bullshit spewing out of his mouth as it is any one else on the hill. and if you don't know what hill i am talking about, fucking shoot yourself. for you out there saying the people want a voice, and the people want to know and want to be educated. yeah, you are all fucking morons. the people do not want a voice, they want some one to feed them with a bottle and subsidize their home equity loans. they want the public schools and television to raise their children so they can be happy. after all, that is what the constitution says right? that the federal government's job is to make everyone happy? the fuck it is. happiness is a fleeting emotion. it's this little warm feeling that doesn't mean jack shit. you want fulfillment? get off your ass and do something for yourself. quit waiting for everyone around you to do it for you. you don't want fulfillment? well, God be with you. cares of the world, its all shit. everything you were told you needed, its shit. so, do me a favor and kill yourselves. and if you really want to do me a favor, call me and let me do it for you, then maybe i can get some of this sought after happiness everyone's so keen on. (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, September 21st, 2004
1:24 am	visit me in jail??? okay, so. its 1:30 in the morning and it is a feat of will that has kept me inside this long. there is a street racer(1978 GS750, high profile cams, drag pipe, weight reduction kits) in the garage just beging me to take it out onto 17th again. but, no headlight, no tags, no insurance, no license, and i would have to try and go faster than i did this afternoon(120). but, fuck it. no one is going to be out tonight anyway..... i hope.... maybe i could start a fire somewhere and distract the athorities.... and maybe i could spend a little tme learning how to spell, type, punctuate, and correctly use grammer. (Comment on this)
Thursday, August 19th, 2004
12:23 pm	medics, ca's, and punk rock so, you apparently are not supposed to mix a 40, vodka, day quill, and claratin. as i found out tuesday. almost ended up with an ambulance ride:) fun times to be had. what a day. so, the sheer un-eventfulness that makes up life is staggering. BUT!! i have the new lfb album, viking, and it rocks my face off. so, i guess it will be okay after all. now, if michelle would show up and take me to lunch............ (1 Comment |Comment on this)