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Camaleon (el_camaleon) wrote,
@ 2003-07-05 23:23:00
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    Current mood: horny
    Current music:Sublime,Pawn Shop

    Soundtracks to your life
    I am sitting here listening to a wild mix of music and deeply noticing how music from certain times in your life can bring a flood of memories.

    Elvis,Viva Las Vegas :::Snap Shot:::
    Elvis Rocks... I have Idolized him since I could walk. Whenever anyone asked me what I was going to be when I grew up, I proclaimed E-L-V-I-S! I even got the chance to see him when I was like,four years old. I can remember bits of the experience. I remember vividly,how pissed I was for having to sit in the fucking bleechers... I was expecting to be close enough to see and or touch him. Anyhow, the song Viva Las Vegas rocks... but, depending on my mental state at the time that I hear it, I either just groove to it or reflect back to the time I was listening to my stack of Elvis LP's in my room,I was no more than six years old,when my mom had told me to clean and not be fucking around. Well, I was just fucking around,jamming to Elvis. This pissed her off,so she gathered up every Elvis LP and stacked them on top of each other and proceeded to smash them over my head. What a BITCH! I was devastated by that ... I still am for the most part.



    Man in motion,St. Elmo's Fire
    This song reminds me of the moment I realized a penis was meant for more than writing your name in the snow!
    I got my first woody from Demi Moore! She was and still is SOOO hot! Her voice is the sexiest thing, too! This was a pivitol point in my life,but it isnt without its mental scars either. I was 11 when all these "hormones" decided to go crazy within my body. Since that day, I have been cursed with a cock that can be scraped on the fucking sidewalk and sparks fly from it.... its like indestructable.... and keeps going and going and going!
    Anyway,the night that I watched St. Elmos fire, when I returned home I took a shower before going to bed. I remember my Mom having this friend [Mona] over who had a daughter [Angela] I had a crush on. Mona and Angela had stopped by to show off a moped they had just bought. Anyway... Im all worked up from Demi and seeing Angela,who had began to fill out, caused a chemical reaction earlier... and it hasnt subsided. So its like 10:30 so I go up to take a shower and get to bed. One thing lead to another and somehow I have a hand full of soapy lather and it finds its way to my cock. That shit was making me light headed,so I had to lay down in the tub
    and continue my business. I'm flailing away and somehow the fucking soap makes its way into my urethra... and I start crying like a little bitch... just screaming bloody murder...within minutes I have my Mother,Mona and Angela at the bathroom door... all three of them banging into the door and asking whats wrong. My Mom got the door open,despite my plea's to STAY THE FUCK OUT! Needless to say, I was so busted and embarassed moments later.

    Rockwell's,Somebody's Watching Me
    After the whole Soap incident,for some reason Angela and I began to hang out a lot more. She was a year older than me and had a brother I was friends with too,he was just a few months younger than me. So one night I'm staying the night with her brother David. At mid-night,Angela comes into his bedroom and wakes me up. We go back to her room. She said she just needed someone to talk to because she had a bad dream. So were sitting listening to music on the radio.... and talking. Out of the blue,she takes her t-shirt off and shows me her tits. And I cant think of anything better to say than ::Awesome::! We start kissing... pretty much at her prompting...I felt so awkward... and petting... and she puts my hand between her legs and OH YEAH! Im not quite sure how it came to be,but one way or another... the next thing I can remember is her sitting on my face and I have been an Oral Freak ever since. She also introduced me to receiving my fisrt Oral Pleasure... That Lolita corrupted me!

    Janes Addiction,Ocean Size
    I was 16 when Janes Addiction broke out of their regional fanbase and hit the College Alternative Stations and everyone finally was exposed to this fucking awesome band. One day a few friends and I skipped school and hung out at the mall drinking Wild Irish Rose in Orange Julius cups. I guess I got pretty lit,because I ripped off the Janes Addiction album from Disk Jockey. Soon tha mall got boring so we headed to a friends house to raid his moms stash of weed. We get the weed and soon we're off toward the river to get high. On the way there we wind up behind a beer truck... the truck took a sharp turn pretty fast... the side door on the truck flies up and a shower of Budwieser Tall Boys is all over the road. My friend John,who had just began his rebellious stage,had just shaved his head... a pretty big menacing guy to boot... he jumps out of the window and starts scooping up beers and the driver is telling him to stop and finally walks up and grabs him. I drove this little Chevy Monza at the time and it was full of drunk Punks! The driver wont leave John alone and isnt letting go. So we all jump from the car and proceed to beat the fuck out of him. We filled the trunk with all the beer we could and headed to the river to get trashed. A few hours later after a few more friends showed up,we're out of beer again. The weed was all gone to. So, it was decided we'd head over to this Market up the street from the Senior Citizens Apt. complex.. all these blue haired old women shopped there and thats all that worked there too. I get beat in "rock,paper,scissors" and have to go in to boost the beer. So there I am,16 with Green hair... in liberty spikes,with all the crassness of Sid Viscious strutting into this Old Folks Market. All the old ladies were eyeballing me and following me around. Finally I said fuck it... grabbed a case of shitty beer,started yelling at the top of my lungs and running for the door. They had some reject in plain clothes doing security and he came after me. I was so fucking wired as I was running... all I could do was to sing Ocean Size... nothing else was coming to my mind. The shit you do to cop a buzz at 16!


    I'll continue with the "Soundtrack" theme tomorrow.



    Oh yeah, I just found out that I am a big ho' monger like Slick Willy:


    Which Moral Minority persona are you?




    This weekends thought:
    You know the world is going crazy when the best rapper is a white guy, the best golfer is a black guy, the tallest guy in the NBA is Chinese, the Swiss hold the America's Cup, France is accusing the U.S. of arrogance, Germany doesn't want to go to war, and the three most powerful men in America are named 'Bush', 'Dick', and 'Colon.' Need I say more? -- Chris Rock


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