The Children's Crusade Against Blogging

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Watch Chris Pratt give a tour of his Guardians of the Galaxy character Peter Quill’s ultra-cool Milano spaceship in a style reminiscent of MTV’s Cribs - and yes - show where “the magic happens.”

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Awesome Mix Vol. 1

00:00 Hooked On A Feeling - Blue Swede

02:52 Go All The Way - Raspberries

06:13 Spirit In The Sky - Norman Greenbaum

10:16 Moonage Daydream - David Bowie

14:57 Fooled Around And Fell In - Elvin Bishop

19:33 I’m Not In Love - 10cc

25:36 I Want You Back - Jackson 5

28:35 Come And Get Your Love - Redbone

32:02 Cherry Bomb - The Runaways

34:20 Escape (The Pina Colada) - Rupert Holmes

38:57 O-O-H Child - The Five Stairsteps

42:11 Ain’t No Mountain High Enough - Marvin Gaye , Tammi Terrell

Bomb The Music Industry! - Wednesday Night Drinkball/25!
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Bomb The Music Industry! - Wednesday Night Drinkball/25!

There’s nothing less cool
than feeling exhausted from hours of not doing
a damn thing at all.
Not thrilling to chill,
steal bandwidth and cable, give shouts to employers
and wait for the call. There’s a light
shining out from the windowsill
not content to project all day long.
Maybe I could walk a little to the library.
Maybe I could do this right for once.

Get my ducks in a row and just

stop talking trash or whatever they say.
Make the bed, sweep the floor, shake the carpet and spray.
Put my shit in a pile, on the top slap a post-it,
“Don’t worry, someday your skill set will be wanted.”

But today everybody is a little tired,
it’s Wednesday.
So at 10:00 I’m walking down a chilly Boerum to Broadway.

And it’s you and me
and a tallboy of Colt 45 or Bud Light.
What’s the cheapest one?
Get through one more night.
I drink fast, I don’t savor.
Each way takes an hour
and at twelve, I’ll be gone.

I walked two miles in the rain in a suit,
my feet torn up by my father’s shoes.
Receipts and cards tumble out of my pocket
to the floor of the station. I still don’t have a wallet.
Up a flight of stairs to Herald Square.
The umbrellas of New York take up too much air.
So we just walk real slow at double-arms length in unison.

My mom dragged me to the doctor today,
I had a cough for a month and it won’t go away
I’ve been sleeping on floors for three hours a day
and I have no insurance, so she has to pay.
I can’t talk to my friends because I’m embarrassed
that I keep sliding back down. I keep getting depressed.

- We got our ideals but no way to achieve them.
- We got our degree but got no means to use it.
- We’re swimming in debt with no way to surmount it.

- We got thirty bucks and we spend it on whiskey.
- We got credit cards, so we got a new TV.
- We got mobile phones but no minutes so text me.

Get out of my way because I’m 25
and I still act like I’m ten!
I’m 25! I don’t learn from my mistakes
I make them again and again and again and again and again…

- We swallow our pride over piles of problems.
- We whine and complain but we don’t try to solve ‘em.
- We’re reaching for answers like nobody’s got ‘em.

Get out of my way because I’m 25
and I still act like I’m ten goddamn years old!
I’m 25
and I still act like I’m ten goddamn years old!


Paris and Rory forever.