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  • I'm gonna try to stop posting my crummy poetry on my site for now on.  I know it just takes up space and nobody really reads it anyway. 


    "He has X-Ray vision even on cloudy days."


    Deuces,
    Caleb


    "Under My Umbrella" by Incubus


    When I close my eyes
    I can see for miles
    There's comfort in my dark seat,
    And chaos in the aisles

    These eyes are not your eyes
    And these eyes are not the color that
    Your arid eyes might be
    No, I was not around
    When those eyes of yours decided so
    I refuse to kneel before the sights you choose to see.

    When I close my eyes
    I remember why I smile
    Under my umbrella
    I'm an Accomplished Exile

    These eyes are not your eyes
    And these eyes are not the color that
    Your arid eyes might be
    No, I was not around
    When those eyes of yours decided so
    I refuse to kneel before the sights you choose to see.

    If this is right, I'd rather be wrong
    If this is sight, I'd rather be blind

    These eyes are not your eyes
    And these eyes are not the color that
    Your arid eyes might be
    No, I was not around
    When those eyes of yours decided so
    I refuse to kneel before the sights you choose to see.

    If this is right, I'd rather be wrong
    If this is sight, I'd rather be blind

  • Our Subconscious Must Be An Idiot!
    (Band information at the bottom of this post!!!)


    The brainwashing of my parents has trickled down into the simplest of things in my lifestyle now.  I have discovered something about this thing they call "Health Food".  Aside from how much it sucks, I have discovered the absence of what discriminates one food from the other, I have found that this "Health Food" they speak of has no flavor whatsoever.  Imagine biting into a chewable version of plywood.  I say "chewable", but sometimes the gag reaction in the back of my throat prevents such things, and I say "plywood", but I've actually tasted plywood, and it has more of a flavor than this "Health Food".


    I have just come to a realization.  When I was in the Juvenile Detention Center, I always thought that the food had no flavor, and couldn't wait to get home to have a good "Home-Cooked Meal", but when your "Home-Cooked Meals" start having less flavor than the food at JDC, and you begin fantasizing about the green beans (or whatever that was) back in JDC, something is deathly wrong with your household.


    What happened to the Herb-Roasted Chicken with the Golden Sauce of the past?  Now my chicken reminds me of the pig fetus I dissected in 8th grade Physical Science. 


    Whatever happened to the Old-Fashioned Cajun Jambalaya, that came from my aunt's recipe when she lived in Louisiana?  Now my rice is gummy and naked of spicy goodness.  It's kind of confusing when your rice feels like really watered down oatmeal in your mouth.  You start questioning what time of the day it is. 


    As for the green beans, which were the only thing I wouldn't eat before any of this culinary blasphemy began, they remain the same as before.  I'm slowly realizing that this is becoming a lose-lose situation for my taste buds. 


    I remember how my parents used to tell me to finish my plate, because there were starving children in Africa who were eating clay to relieve their hunger (which I replied, "Let them come over to our house, they can eat here.").  Now my parents are purposely leaving portions of their plate uneaten, in order to "Trick their minds into thinking that is all they need to feel full".  Trick their minds?  They are telling their minds "I don't need to eat that portion of my food so I can trick my mind into thinking I don't need it".  You would think that your subconscious would be a little smarter than that, if you're telling it what you're going to do to trick it.  Their subconscious must be an idiot if it doesn't catch that one!


    I guess I'm going to go point and laugh at my parents' subconscious, just walk up to them and point at their brain and say "Haha!  Your subconscious is retarded!"




    On a side note, I have decided that if I lose weight as a result of my parents' brainwashing, it will only be because of malnutrition and lack of appetite.  If this occurs, I have made the decision to make the decision to sue McDonald's.  It's not that McDonald's would have anything to do with my weight loss. In fact, the words "McDonald's" and "weight loss" seem to create a paradox of mass proportions (pun intended).  My logic is that McDonald's simply has a lot of money lying around that they probably won't ever use, except to give to homeless charities in attempt to feel better about their selves for helping cause America's obesity problem.  That's probably what I'll do.  I'll sue McDonald's if I lose weight from my parents' brainwashing.  It makes a lot of sense to me at least.






    If my scanner worked right now, I would all entertain your eyes with my artwork, but since it doesn't, I guess that's too bad for you. 


    Untitled and possibly unfinished
    Have you ever
    stepped back to stare
    life straight in the face,
    Tear away what matters
    and then erase
    the irrelevant things
    that cause malevolent rings
    to form around eyes
    lying in dormant disguise
    Ignoring the eccentric mendacities
    While revealing the truths in life?
    So suprising is the uprising
    of a singularly eclipsed
    reality reality amidst
    idealist corruption of lips.


    Again, our band plays February 18th at the Hot Springs Mall.  Here's the flyer.






    Deuces,
    Caleb

  • So this is Fairwell

    Voice/Guitar - Ryan Jolly
    Guitar - Bryn Fretz
    Guitar - Grant Shiver
    Bass - Caleb Cooley
    Keyboard - Joe Anderson 
    Drums - Michael Stewart


    Check out My(emo)Space for our band info.  Soon we'll have some music up, and dates for shows.


    www.myspace.com/fairwells

    This would be us makin' it happin' in Ryan's garage. 

    We call this "Death to Ryan's Chin"


    While you're there, check out More.Than.A.Threat. biznatches!


    www.morethanathreat.net


    Deuces
    Cable

  • "Weather Forecasts of Symbolism" © Caleb Cooley 2006


    ...and I find myself
    looking into dark skies,
    counting stars in futility,
    trading glances with a moon
    that's reflecting prospects of you and me,
    and a future that could be,
    a future that may be
    seen in those dark skies
    that are in your eyes.
    The horizon's blocking you from sight
    but you are my sun
    in the morning light.
    And if I don't rise
    to see you soon
    I'll be sleeping
    and dreaming of you tonight.


    (...to be continued!)





    Well, yesterday was alright for what it was, but then again, I guess everything is alright for what it is to begin with.


    Anyways...(I know Bryn, I'm gossiping about the band again.  Kill me then!)


    After school yesterday I had practice with my band, but it was more like half of my band to be honest.  It was only Mikey, Ryan, and I that actually showed up, and I wasn't really in my prime noting that I had to play Mark Rucker's crappy $100 bass and a little amp that trebled the entire sound out, depleting me of my heavy bass tone that I get with Bryn's equipment.  We did, however, manage to get a new song started.  It's coming slow, very slow, and not having the whole band there makes everything just that much more difficult to coordinate. 


    On Friday, the entire band (minus Joe and Grant) are taking an excused absence from school to go up to Bryn's church and crunch in some more songs, as well as perfect the ones we already have, and hopefully practice the cover for our show on February 18th at the mall.  I still don't know exactly what time everyone's going up there, but I'm catching a ride with Mike and Bryn's supposed to be hauling some equip. up there so we have a bit more comfortable ride without having to straddle Ryan's Marshall amp.  Grant and Joe are coming up after school.  It's just one of those things that needs to be done if we want to get any better.



    On a side note, my parents went to Little Rock today to get brainwashed....er...I mean hypnotized into losing weight.  It kind of freaked me out because they just got back and my dad asked me if I wanted to go walking after supper. 


    Haha, now they're fighting with each other about how much each of them has changed and what foods they don't like anymore.  I'm getting some ingenious ideas.


    #1.  Learn how to hypnotize people.
    #2.  Hypnotize parents into not wanting to punish me anymore.


    Seems simple enough, but the key to hypnotizing people is that they have to be cooperative and willing to do it.  You can't hypnotize by force apparently (Crap!).





    (Pull the wool on my eyes),
    Like a crooked, burnt-out saint.
    I believed and soaked in every word you said,
    Always tasting red hands.
    (But the fight)
    Never ended and we're all here.
    Singing loud for revolution,
    And sitting battles out.

    The redness,
    You needed this.


         - from "Taste the Red Hands" ©Dead Poetic 2004





    Deuces
    Cable

  • I decided to hurt someone's, or rather, something's feelings today, so I yelled at the moon:


    "You're not really a moon!  Your just a stupid bright thing in the sky!"


    and then proceeded to mock it by sticking my tongue out at it.  It made me feel better about myself for some reason.


    Christ, I need a day job!

  • For all you Seahawk fans out there, I just have to rub it in for you that.....


    The Steelers won the Superbowl XL


    I'm not a big football fan, but its still nice when your team wins the big one.




    You know what I hate?  I hate it when people write the words "Meh" or "Teh".  First of all, just write the right word out, so instead of using "Meh", use "me" or "my".  And the word "Teh" is just a typo, so learn to type straight.  Effers!


    My band is playing February 18th in the mall at 11am for the Stamp-Out-Smoking campaign.  Bryn probably won't agree with this name, but we're thinking about calling the band "Cherolet".


    Check this Url out to view my site in gangsta lingo.

     


     





    Here's a joke before I go:

     

    How many surrealists does it take to screw in a lightbulb?

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    A FISH!

     

    Yeah I know, not that funny.  Eh, so what.  I'm out.

    Deuces
    Caleb

  • The Steelers better win...or I'll.....think of something horrible.

  • Damn, last night was straight.  Went downtown with some kool katz to the 200th Gallery Walk and did some crazy stuff.  We found a way into the upper levels of the buildings downtown across the street from the bathhouses.  There was a stripper pole in there, along with a couch and old McDonald's wrappers and crap that were left by (current?) residents (homeless, NO, this place was too kickass to be that, and anyone who "lives" there is kickass too!).  We found a way to the roof, which was higher than the free parking plaza.  It's great there.  Then we went back to the parking plaza to find that someone had tagged Cody's car.  He was ticked, so we washed it and went to Tahcky Burr (Taco Bell) and met up with Mickey and G-Rant.  Then on the way home someone threw a piece of chocolate pie on our windshield while going down the road.  Cody was really pissed.  We had to wash that damned car AGAIN.  Now it's time for revenge. 


    All those people who I told to come downtown with me, well it sucks to be you, because we had a pretty good night, and the girls that I told to come with us and didn't........I'm probably gonna regret that you didn't come.  You girls know who you are!


    |||Deuces|||
    "Cable"

  • *Bryn's right, explaining the names is gay, and the names are gay too.  It should be "Cherolet", named after Ryan Simmons' truck with the missing V. 


    *Dead Poetic would be alright for a cover song, but More.Than.A.Threat. would just be horrible and stupid.  Playing another local band's song is dumb.  Get with the program Bryn, Mtat is a good band, but it's not our band, so playing an Mtat song at the show would just be ridiculous, plus Ryan for one probably doesn't know the words and and on top of that probably can't sing it.  We're struggling on New Medicines as it is.


    *I'm either going to the Gallery Walk downtown tonight to see my bro Alex, or something else with someone else.


    Deuces,
    Caleb

  • Well kiddos,


    Today I practiced with "La Banda", and we took some pics.  I'll have to get those to everyone here in the Xanga world so we can become a sort of mediocre famous local band (oxymoron?). 


    We were supposed to hang out after I went to church to decide on a band name, because we play in 2 weeks and we don't want to just be called "That One Band", but Bryn went home and Michael and Ryan just wanted to go home, and so I had no ride home from church.  I didn't even make it on time for Praise Band practice, thus missing that, and we didn't go hang out, so I was really a waste of time, aside from going to church that is.  This would balance on the fact that I found out some things that happened downtown that I sorely regret no being a part of, but hopefully will find my place in it come Friday night.  A few people will know EXACTLY what I'm talking about here.  Anyways, there's another boring day of school ahead of me before that, so I'll just have to make due with the downtime between now and then.


    I have a few band names in mind, but I'm not really going to name them now because I just don't feel like it, fair enough?  No?  Good.  Catch that one?  No?  Good!