Slappppin' daaa BASS!

Ok, so I just finished with the rap song from the other night.
CLICK TO LISTEN :)

Please DO NOT listen to it unless you've got your sound system bangin'.
No crappy laptop speakers please.
Yes it is a joke, a serious one.

Jeremy- Phat Beats/Synth/Chants
Judd- Vocals/Guitar
Jaxon- Vocals
Mark- Chants.

We're thinking we might make it an intro to ChelseaWontJump's set haha.

Lyrics:

(This song is a joke about Roi/dean st/UNIT... 

Yes we're baggin ourselves out too, emo's/metro's/gangstars/hardcore's/jocks - we're all losers... we just chose to pick on Unit haha)

Walk into the club off my tits motherfucker.

See me shootin pinga's left and right motherfucker.

Damn that bitches ass is lookin' tight motherfucker.

What you lookin' at cunt?

You wanna fight motherfucker?!

Pull up to the curb in my green commodore

I got flames down the side, and neons on the floor.

Got my 20 inch rims, from bob jane t mart.

Slowing right down for every goddamn speed bump.

Tribal tats down my arm motherfucker.

Got the southern cross tattooed on my back motherfucker.

With my bleached platted ratty and my knife motherfucker.

UNIT AINT JUST A BRAND. ITS A MOTHERFUCKING LIFESTYLE!

Talk shit and you're gonna get hit. (x2) (< I hate that motto so much haha)

Look at them fags in their sisters jeans! 

You got a problem with the hardcore scene?

We're talking shit in the pit, probably gonna get hit.

But at least we're not wearing fucking UNIT.

Bashing your brains out on twenty fucking bickies.

Fuck you look sick shufflin' on floors so sticky

as the cum dripping from your misses belly (lengthed) dress.

You live for deanies, getting crunk and smoking cigarettes.

Fuck you're tough ganging up on kids so small.

gonna get you brothers mate to fucking kill us all?

Well I'll tell you something mate, I'll give it to you straight.

You're no gangster, you're just a complete fucking wanker.

Talk shit and you're gonna get hit. (x2)

Farkin Carnt.

Back when I was young...

Today I'm here to share a lovely story about love.
I was having a great old chat to my Gran and Grandad on Christmas, and we got on to the topics of girlfriends, or lack of one.
My Gran said "don't tie yourself down while you're still young".
I laughed at that because she was the one who fell in love at the age of 17 and got married.
I then said to my Grandad, "she must regret tying herself down with you!"
He laughed and "No way".

Then we rewind back to the year of hmm... lets say 1940? (Hope that's no offence).
My Gran worked as a receptionist in a huge car factory in Geelong, she was the only female in the entire building.
Anyway, she had just gotten her hair cut by an Italian hair stylist, some brand new spankin' cut that curled around her face.
She thought it looked great and stepped out of the Salon with a smile on her face.
That's when she sees a slightly older gent from work siting across the road of the main street, eying out the ladies. It was his usual night fun, she had heard 'things' about this man.
He was looking at her and with his fingers called her over to his car.
She pranced on over, expecting a nice compliment about her new hair.
She leans in the window and says "yes?"
With a smirk on his face he asks,
"Would you like a paper bag?"
-"huh?"
"For that hair of yours?".
Horrified, she walked away without saying another word.

What a legend my Grandfather is... a jerk perhaps... but you know how the theory goes,
Treat girls like crap and they'll keep coming back.

Well by next week he started talking to her at work, she had pretended he never been so rude.
It must of became obvious because everyone started warning my Gran about him.
I didn't get told exactly but by the smug looks on my Grandads face, I'm guessing he was a bit of a Pimp.
Things kept going through the next couple of weeks.
He started giving her lifts home.
She was only 17 and he was 25, so there was no way my gran was going to let her family know.
The guys gave her hell at work.
"I swear I could've sued them for harassment".
One of the jokes made was from a man named Doug I think it was... or Ron? I'll go with Doug.

Doug: Hey Margaret! What's wrong with Ken's car?
My Gran: Ah nothing's wrong?
Doug: Oh really? Oh it just we thought he had a hole in his passenger seat because you're always sitting so close to him.


I liked that, it reminded me of me in my three-seater ute haha.


Geelong held an annual dance and they danced together all night.
He asked if he could take her home and she said, no i've been warned about you.
"I ended up going home with some other creep" she then told me.
A week later Ken told Marg he was moving to Canada in three weeks.
He moved just like he said he was going to.
I guess they sent eachother letters because a year later he asked her to move to Canada with him... to marry him.
Everyone was horrified that my gran was even considering it.
"It will never last" they all said.
She ignored their pleads and sailed to Canada at 18.
Her family didn't talk to her for 6 months.
Her twin brother remained in contact however.
She got married and three years later they moved back to Australia, still happily in love until this day.
I guess in summary...
follow your heart.
Even if the first words your soulmate ever says to you are "would you like a bag for your hair?".

I've been meaning to type this story up for a while, I guess because I really liked it.
I hope you did too?

Oh and another funny story that branched from this one:

Doug (Ron?), who I mentioned above, his name was in the "Death" section of the paper.
My grandad read that Doug Smith had died and his funeral was to be held the coming Saturday.
He hadn't seen Dough for a reasonable amount of years, but rang a few of his friends, and they decided they should go and pay tribute to him.
When they got to the funeral, they recognised no-one, but sat down and then later went out and watched his casket get lowered.
A year later my Grandad runs into Doug Smith.
He hadn't died, it was someone with the same name.

Imagine that.
What an idiot but haha...
"Wait a second!? Aren't you dead?"

Series 18, chapter 9.

Almost was falling asleep when my mum came home with Maddison and Ashley.
Fuck I seriously love some people in this world.
Dropped Jaxemy and Maddi home and then Ash and I hit up liquid.
Got there and it was awkward as hell.
But then we found Stefan, who looked like he was falling asleep,
and then Hugh, who also looked tired as a nugg,
then Tim "Stingray" Watson made my night and gave me a Roi bracelet,
then Elynor "Squirtle" Smithwick and Madison Dormz appeared looking fab as hell,
then Sophie and I had our usual fast paced intense psychic conversation session and it was amazing as always, and then Doug "Murray Cod" Taylor arrived looking as beautiful as ever and basically I fucking love them all so much because they are just the most genuine people.
Oh and thankyou Ely for the waterfall of compliments, you are a sensation to mankind, you too Dormz, you made me feel so much better about all the bullcrap I get from people who judge me harshly.
Although 90% of the people at that place hate me from head to toe.... my lovely friends make it the best.
There's nothing better than pretending to be on 20 bikkies.
Oh and Ash... I love you.

YOU-f*#@king-NIT

Stayed up all night last night with Jaxon and Jeremy, we half finished recording and writing the PHATTEST beat and miracle lyrical rap ever. Its about UNIT legends and Roibar.
I'll post it when we're done :)
Slept breifly before work tonight.
I had to take juniors AND seniors tonight... over 40 kids, it was hectic.
Now I'm home, 'Jaxemy' as I will call the two, are still here and I just cleaned my room, which was in desperate need of a cleaning and redecorating.
My lack of sleep has me slightly on edge, so I would appreciate it if no-one pushed me over the edge.
My room looks so big now.
Yeah I'm done with this blog, bye kids.
xxx

Your brain has evolved immensely.

  The Doctor said...

Hello retarded Judd"fuckingidiot"LOCKS.

I hope you kill yourself, so I can eat you.

Animals eat other animals, we're basically animals, so you can stfu. And you can preach to me about how we don't NEED meat, but it's called evolution, and things can become innate desires, just like meat has become.

Cut your fucking ugly hair and get some face-cream and then try hanging yourself in your closet you alternate conforming fuck-head.

Plants are living things too, and you eat them, it's the same principal. I don't think they'd enjoy being cut up for your pussy-stew.

Thanks,
- Someone better than you.

Best comment so far haha. I wish 5 year olds wouldn't comment my blogs. 

I thought we were over this?

jaXon :)

Last night was the first night in about a week or maybe even two, that Jaxon did not sleep with me.
I did not like it one bit.
Ignore the cum stain on the mirror that makes my lips look more retarded than my face.
But look at the pedo with the comb.
Wait. I have a mini comb too haha... look at the guy who looks like his name should be Alluh Bin Ladina.
Well my point is... I love that kid.
You should too. If you're looking for a good time, nothing serious, just hit-it-and-quit-it type fun then this is his number, publicly advertised without his consent:

0447408103.
Text him. His gobbiezzzz are worth it.

Running with a thought.

I think almost every poem (even blog/song) i've ever written consists of me just typing some random first line down, with no intensions of it being a poem, no idea's of where I'm going... and then within two minutes i've written something that would never have been written otherwise... its kind of cool, its like pulling art from inside you, from the depths of your imagination and mind.
I think it's sort of beautiful and i think that's because it's original, I don't even know what it's going to become.
Originality and creativity are hard to find these days.
People always search for sources and idea's to be try and come up with something original...
I'm guilty of it, and I doubt you can deny that either.
It doesn't really make sense.
Albert Einstein once said The secret to creativity is knowing how to hide your sources.
Creativity maybe but not originality.
We're all original.
No one is exactly the same, even identical twins share different experiences.
But we've all turned into sheep whether you want to accept that or not.


Where better to search for originality than within yourself?




EDIT: Ironically enough when I went to advertise this blog on facebook the captcha I filled out was:

Stop stopping.

There is so much I need to get done.
So much I know I can do.
I hate relying or waiting on others.
I never did like team sports.
Otherwise it's them waiting on me.
I don't want that.
I'm the type of kid that has to have it now.
I'm impulsive. It can be my best aspect or my worse.
I always want what I can't have.
But I seem to be able to get whatever I want.
Whoever I want.
Just not whenever I want.
There's a small fire starting to burn in my head.
I want to go somewhere far away, where I know no-one.
I want to go alone.
I know it wouldn't be long until I find company.
I've never liked routine.
Routine is a thing for robots.

I subconsciously fear you, perhaps for a reason?

Why hello young spider
that crawls on my face.
Perhaps you know more
about this place?
It's dark and light
and sometimes it rains,
it washes the world
then runs down the drain.
Perhaps you see more,
with six extra eyes,
Than a complicated world
built on lie after lie.
Perhaps you control us...
advanced mind techniques?
Or perhaps you just like
the touch of my cheeks?

Demolition Derby.

The other day I had the extreme joy of demolishing the front of my house.
We didn't plan it, my mum was just looking at how shit it looked and while she was looking away I picked up a crowbar and just smashed a whole section down in one. Best fun ever... Luckily my mum is as impulsive as me haha but Jaxon and Michelle joined in... I made some art with the pick-axe :)
We will be getting something new to replace it.

But yeah it was SO hot that day... I was sweating like a fat man.
Speaking of fat man, I'm watching this ex-fattie get all her skin excess cut off its foul as hell... Please guys... don't get fat.

ASK ME ANYTHING

http://formspring.me/fuckoffandjustgettoknowpeoplesoyoudonthavetostalktheirfuckinganswersonwhattheirfavouritecolouris

Vitamin Dave

I did not go outside today. I just realised that.
The last time I stayed inside for long periods was when I had glandular fever.
I'm guessing I've recovered from that which is very pleasing as that was hell.

What goes up must come down.

Unless you're lucky enough to soar so high you reach orbit.
Otherwise it comes down and you can either leave it lying on the ground or like a wounded bird,
nurse it until it's ready to fly away or until it dies.

What goes up and doesn't come down?
Age.

Buried Alive.

I have a box
that hides in my room.
It holds dead love,
just like a tomb.
It's nothing special,
just an old box.
Filled with love notes and memories,
and even my dreadlocks.
Sometimes I open it,
and read what's inside,
Most of the time,
the lust has long died.
But this time I read,
what still wasn't dead.

I have a box

that hides in my room.

It holds dead love,

just like a tomb.

With every line,

From finish to start,

To Good and bad,

They're close to heart.

This time I read,

and cried and cried.

Because this love,

had far from died.

Its not that you lied

when you said forever,

Just we barely tried

to keep things together.

And now you've gone missing

Almost forgot you existed.

But your ghost jumped right

of the box and insisted...

You are still alive.

Mother Vegan Straight Edge.

My mum is the best.
She's going Vegan with me, she went shopping today and came back with vegan chocolate, mayonaise, choc milk and she said if she can find vegan cheese she should be set.
I didn't ask or remotely try to persuade her... she's just a tad competitive, loves a challenge and loves animals, the most I've done is show her parts of Earthlings. Most parents would not embrace my lifestyle like that. So thankyou Tra :)
Also, I find it rather offensive to those people that say I'm doing it just so I can say to people "I'm Vegan".
The reason I told everyone is so it would secure the committment to the lifestyle I've always said to myself that I would eventually like to live.
I tried being a vegetarian multiple times but because I told no-one it made it hard to stay true my weak attempt at committment. It wasn't until I went to school and purposely dug myself a hole that I stuck to it.
Now don't take that as if I'm only doing it to live up to a reputation,
it is just when it comes to changing a habit you need to really lay down the line.
How many times do you hear smokers say "I'm quitting soon".
You can say 'soon' all your life... You need to say NOW and stick to it.
Point is, I'm not becoming a Vegan to help my "cool-factor".
I truely, passionately despise animal cruelty and I don't at all want to be a cause for this.
I know some people probably do go vegetarian for the claim, but if you would care to believe me...
I'm choosing veganism for the right reasons.
So please just lay off the hate and I'll lay off the V word, just like I don't rep the X.

Much Love
xJUDDx
-reppin straight edge since birth ;)

(Yes, just playing around don't get your knickers in a knot)
I'm sick of being so cautious... wtf!?
Fuck it!
I'm letting haterz win.

Public speaking got Hitler to the throne.

"The more you begin to investigate what we think we understand,
where we came from, what we think we're doing,
the more you begin to see we've been lied to.
We've been lied to by every institution..
What makes you think for one minute that the religious institution is the only one that's never touched?
The religious institutions of this world are at the BOTTOM of the dirt.
The religious institutions in this world are put there by the same people who gave you your government, your corrupt education - to set up your international banking cartels because our masters don't give a DAMN about you, or your family.. all they care about is what they have always cared about and that's controlling the whole damn world.
We have been mislead away from the true and divine presence in the universe that men have called God.
I don't know what God is, but I know what he isn't...
And unless and until you are prepared to look at the whole truth and wherever it may go, 
whoever it may lead to, if you want to look the other way or if you want to play favorites - then somewhere along the line you're going to find out you're messing with divine justice. 
The more you educate yourself, the more you understand where things come from.. 
the more obvious things become and you begin to see lies everywhere. 
You have to know the truth, and seek the truth, and the truth will set you free."
- Jordan Maxwell

Chögyam

Spirituality is a particular term which actually means dealing with intuition. 
In the theistic tradition there is a notion of clinging into a word.  
A certain act is regarded as displeasing to a divine principles. 
A certain act is regarded as pleasing for the divine... whatever.  
In the tradition of non-theism, however, it is very direct... that the case history are not particularly important. 
What is actually important is here and now. 
Now is definitely now. 
We try to experience what is available there, on the spot. 
There is no point in thinking that a past did exist that we could have now. 
This is now. 
This very moment. 
Nothing mystical, just now, very simple, straight forward. 
From that nowness, however, arises a sense of intelligence always that you are constantly interacting with reality one by one. 
Spot by spot. 
Constantly. 
We actually experience fantastic precision, always.  
But we are threatened by the now so we jump to the past or the future. 
Paying attention to the materials that exist in our life, such rich life that we lead... 
all these choices takes place all the time, 
but none of them regarded as bad or good... everything we experience are unconditional experience. They don’t come along with a label saying ‘this is regarded as bad’, ‘this is good’. 
But we experience them but we don’t actually pay heed to them properly. 
We don’t actually regard that we are going somewhere. 
We regard that as a hassle. 
Waiting to be dead. 
That is a problem. 
That is not trusting the nowness properly that what is the actual experience now possesses a lot of powerful things. 
It is so powerful that we can’t face it. 
Therefore, we have to borrow from the past and invite the future all the time. 
Maybe that’s why we seek religion. 
Maybe that’s why we march in the street. 
Maybe that’s why we complain to society. 
Maybe that’s why we vote for the country leaders. 
It is quite ironic though and very funny indeed.


P.s - If you've never watched Zeitgeist 1+2, then your eyes have never really opened.
I watched the first one a few years ago and it really helped shape alot of my views on life.
They tackle many topics, no nothing to do with animal cruelty... yet, the 3rd movie comes out this year so who knows what they might focus on. Get excited however and spread the good word.
My favorite documentary of all time.

No time to write.

My house has been going off more than Playboy Mansion lately.
Not that I've ever been to Playboy Mansion, but If it were like house bunny then yes.
Stefan just said he'd be my playmate.
I'm going to dress him in bunny ears.
Point of this blog...
I've been too busy to sit down and blog.
I have however written down a list of things/issues/poems/quotes/songs I want to blog about,
so expect a bucket load of blogs soon.
Hopefully you will like them.

Oh and guys... I've had enough of the vegetarian argument and little remarks.
Just get over it anonymous creepers.
I love you all however, thankyou for reading my blogs.
I love that people actually take time out of their life to listen to what I have to say,
I hope I can repay you in someway or other.
Good Mornight. X

Revolutionary Resolution.

You can't talk the walk,
until you walk the talk.
This kid is officially
VEGAN.


I don't want to support the cruelty of any animal.
Don't dare tell me being a vegan is just stupid or over the top.

09 motto... "Embrace it".
10 motto... "Fuck it".  

(^ used in a "why not" way. Not a lazy way, but sometimes haha).

2009

I wish I didn't have to let you go. I've really found out lots about myself this year. At the moment I'm learning alot of things from experience and alot of things through research. There are some fantastic people out there, just like there are some bad people out there. As to the picture... yes it is my blood. No I'm not slittin' wrists over it, my hands and finger are just so unbearably dry that they start bleeding when they feel the need. I don't have any real incentive as to where I'm going as of yet. I know I love music, I love acting, I love thinking, so I guess once holidays end and all my fun goes back to school and work or even Uni now... I will be making lots of music. Thinking a shitload about ways of approaching everything in life in the most effective manner, trying to make a difference to this world. I want to write music that expresses my idea's, that makes people think, whether it be relatable relationship concepts or world revolutionary idea's. But for now 2009... You've bought me the greatest moments of my life... possibly the best I may ever get to experience. I wish I could get stuck in a time warp and stay 18 forever. Goodbye my lover, goodbye my friends... hopefully I will see you next year.

Blogger is the new Truthbox.

People should learn to be honest to people's faces, or cyber faces.
In a nice way however.
That's the good thing about people down Dean street.
If they don't like my hair they'll let me know.
In a nasty way however.

You will never know.

Thankyou Ceri for taking this photo. iPhones take rather nice pics. I'll upload the rest to my/book later.

There I've said it.

I'm so impulsive I find it repulsive. Sorry, I'm still in a strange place.

Can I just say... I fucking hate quotes involving the words:
Live. Life. Love. Learn.
They seem to be flood every retail store, even food stores.
They can be arranged in any order.
Love life. Live and Learn. Live life. Fuck life. Fuck Supre and the rest.
Fuck your "Live life to the fullest" shoulder tats.
Fuck you!
Thankyou, got that off my mind.
Not that the message is bad, but fuck, we get it.

Ok, I'm going to start loving life from now on.
I've turned into an angry old man.
I've lived and I've learnt.
Over and out.

Hi I'm Tom.

Nights never bring any rest for me lately.
When someone's vulnerable, weird things happen.
All this distracting does the job until I'm alone.
Awake, while everyone else sleeps.
The same feeling pulsates through my blood.
Life is tiring.
Sometimes I just wish I could go to sleep and never wake up.
Dreams are bizarre but they're never complicated.
My fish never sleep.
I'm watching them now.
I envy them.
I hope they do only have five second memories.
Imagine life if we all had five second memories.
Friends would become enemies by the time you finished blinking.
Then we'd truly live for the moment.
I live for the moment and its great until that moment is forever gone.
Then I start living in the past... until I get hurled into the future.
Yes five second memories.
Everyday you could fall in love again.
Getting over a bad mood or jealousy or guilt or even a soul... all you'd need is to take a lonely walk.
Five second memories would have their downfalls however.
Every morning you would wake up a stranger not only to your surroundings, family and friends...
A complete stranger to yourself.
At the moment, I wouldn't mind that.
Ok this sun hurts my eyes.
Night.

Jo Jo

That is all.