Monday, December 28, 2009

dip

What is a dip?

A dip is a dent in the road

It's also a dipswitch

She turned left, she's taking Leslie home - that's different

micro somethings you turn on or off position effects the way an electronic device functions

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$20 million vacation days

thing s fom todayer

pants so tight you can tell the religion robin williams
stand up

nick

2nd haircut

check out my man
dolin

ee

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veryday is a saturdaye

1th

7teenth

street

dancing hippies

DJ shares
psc ado
outwards!

(please stand claer all droods open OUTWARDS)

knowledge of death

Thursday, December 17, 2009

a million slippers

CHECK ME OUT NOW

house of a million strippers

the other day my dude zach was like yo

what if there were a million strippers on top of each other like a cheer leading pyramid

http://www.zshare.net/audio/6999357393da5bd2/ - Joe Buddens Escape Route track 2 yeah its that good QUALITY shit


tttt

http://www.zshare.net/audio/69994160b7cf84a1/ xsame shit






that one's called some shit
anit
http://www.zshare.net/audio/69995831d88209fb/
and this is called. fuck i'm not good enough

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

which brings me back to the point why do i care

??

dunno. Shit is wet.

like snow

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I'm gonna put comic books on here. OOOOOH

lol

DONT TELL!
here's a freestyle http://www.zshare.net/audio/69992337d127a29f/ it's pretty grey

I think i've figured out my problem

What my problem is even though I am introverted I am also very analytical of everything that happens at the same time and am constantly worrying about things as I filter them through out my thoughts. I'm going to lieon my bed and read that book. It's called Lady Oracle which I have to return to CLVLND this wknd so I want to read it right now./ And then I am going to start this blog over again/

iii

GOOD POST

this tells you something about me
is that I am a good writer, but I am not tryig very hard.

The first GOOD POST is actualy just a quote from a book I started reading
and it gos like this:

I Planned My Death Carefully; Unlike My Life, Which Meandered along from one thing to another, despite my feeble attempts to control it. My life had a tendency to spread, to get flabby. to scroll anf estoon like the frame of a baroque mirror, which came from following hte line of least resistence. I wanted my death., by contrats, to be neat and smiple, understated, even a litertle severe ,like a Quaker church or the basic black drssn with a single strand of pearls much praised by fashion magazines wheniwas fifteen. NoO trumpets, no megaphones, no spangles. no loose ends, this time. The trick was too disappear withouatrace ,leaving behind me the shadow of c aorpse ,a shadow everyone would mistake for solid-reality. At first I thought I'd managed it.

qwhat ess

I mneass else but watever my speeeeeling is atrocious tonight
of all ngiths

haha I bought a book. And a manga. well that was cool, I put some other shiit on hold for a minb.

a week i mean. damnit I wants some grizzly bear. fucko. uh. and.

i need to do some things earlyi in the monrigggggg like

clean my roooom
like

get A HOB
a fucking i mean a job jesus

















ikho

polk

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Holiday Music

Dj Clue had a nixtape that I bought once. That shit was called Holiday Hold up and I got it at the motherfuckin corner store on Chili and Arnett. That doesn't make sense, fuckin Chli and arnett are paralell, whatever - u see what I'm talkin about? Tha's the only clue tape I ever bought EXCEPT for the actual album release he did, the first one with like mad DMX on it and Jay and Nas and shit right when they were all getting famous. Ruff Ryders or whatever. He had an album called Questionmark man but that one was called THe professional.

Professional, professional (it would echo like that and shit, then hed be like killuminattiiii!!!)

Dude I'ma fuckin idiiot. I do somethin like sort all my change into piles and then just mush them all together w(with mty toes)

Mitosis

'haha, love that - word'

OK so BASICALLY yeah let me explain some shit about what this is. Nah.

!. intro
@. forgive me
@. anti

Those 3 songs are from Joe Budden. I would actuall y recommend listening to the !st one last because I just feel like it.

LOL

Then this - http://www.zshare.net/audio/69976717490fac8a/ 0 -is some shit
o is- some shitt ok that I made a mad long time ago, well I mean mixed anyway, not like over the summer that long but maybe when I was travelin in like Occtober. o.

00
..

You donno what that is?? omg its MICKY mouse! duhh
neweh

THEN THIS - is fuckin cool.

I donno what it is. yet, cos I haven't put it ther. hahaha

BUTTT ok So baasically I'm, going to try and explain this shit one more time. again. So It's a blog. called outside. SHUT UP stop laughing it's not that qeird. weird I meant to say weir.

sure

really, no really.
Well I am probably gonna delete this post anyway because it detracts from the serious tone of this blog which is supposed to be about suicide and shit like that for people who do retarted stuff like I do. And I don't mean that in a bad way. Like also I gotta be professional about it cos I am curently loking for a job. But what I want it to be for basically is a place to kinda put all my random thoughts, like music that I like, and put it into a form that's easy to organize and relate to. So I'm going to write about the stuff that I like and why I do basically.

Brand New.

for instance, but I'll get to that later . <3















Credits - http://www.prefixmag.com/reviews/joe-budden/escape-route/30182/, Twant,
\\http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ByRf0E7cYK0&feature=rec-LGOUT-exp_fresh+div-1r-3-HM, http://www.foreverinmotion.net/awakingnightmarelyrics.html,



Some ST I said SOME STRRRRRAnge shit. lillll ol. OKieee dokie well I was gonna put sometin else in there but fuck that shitttt becuase I'm just gonna make anothe rpost with th eother hsit and IT IS GONNA BE SO PRETTTAY. o yeahhhhp
Hi my name is Bailey. This is the very first entry in my very new blog called outside. I chose the theme Son of Moto to start off with because I enjoy the tranquil color of green that will border these pages. I made the address for this blog outcloistered.blogspot.tcom, I wanted it to be outcloseted but the one I chose sounds so much more magnifico not to mention *the limiting feeling that the other title provides. Anyway, it's called outside - which I already said, but that means that the blog itself - which I suppose represents my psyche, at least a projection of it, a fragmentation if you will, is outside the construction of language and the barriers it has created for life. Maybe language never created those barriers though.*bypassing

So outside. Like natureeeeeeeeeeeee
yeah.

Like nature, lol
..

Outside of criticism and judgement and rules but all of that stuff is inside here. So paradox
it is also that.

Or maybe it really isn't quite perfect.