A Four Digit Number In A Loss Of Words.

Everything:

noreply@blogger.com (AFourDigitNumber) — Fri, 28 Nov 2008 15:53:00 +0000

Wound up politicians.
Drowned out cries from televisions.
Do not ignore my premonitions.
Do not write it off as a condition.
We are one with competition.
Later on we'll change positions.
Further down the road with a decision.
We are ready for the incision.

Get it?

noreply@blogger.com (AFourDigitNumber) — Sun, 05 Oct 2008 15:45:00 +0000

There is now a very real possibility that I may suffer from a mild case of autism.

Latitude, Longitude, the magnitude of your attitude is just enough for my gratitude.

I'LL JUMP. I'LL DO IT. BUT I'LL NEVER FALL.

Kill it . Kill it . Kill it . K

The end of an era.

noreply@blogger.com (AFourDigitNumber) — Tue, 02 Sep 2008 04:38:00 +0000

I know who my friends are.
I know what's worth the while.
Still can't believe I've come this far.
With my heart, panic stricken, still on trial.

The world is a different place.
This much is true.
Now that I've reconstructed my face.
I'll deconstruct you.

I know who my friends are.
And most of them aren't.
I'll keep them as a scar.
To remind me of my part.

Nothing could prove to me more
So just lower you guard, if you know what it is.
I grew up to be a crisis, you grew up a whore.
Because as far as I know, you aren't even Liz.

some pictures from yesterday

noreply@blogger.com (AFourDigitNumber) — Tue, 08 Jul 2008 22:55:00 +0000

Too far. A love story,

noreply@blogger.com (AFourDigitNumber) — Thu, 24 Apr 2008 02:45:00 +0000

I got a job. Interview.
I gotta crappy car. Drivin' through
Sketchy side of town. Red light.
Black guy. Sayin buy some crack cocaine, I
say, "No way." Frightening. He gets mad. I'm freakin' out.
I buy crack.
And now I'm comin' back from the interview
this time while I'm drivin' through the sketchy side of town
I start lookin' round. Big mistake. Now I make, eye contact with a pending contract.
She asks me, "Suga where you goin' to?"
I say, "Back home how about you"
The light is red. Then she said, "Suga I know you want this"
I say, "I'm sorry but I gotta girlfriend miss."
She says, "Is that crack you gots in that seat?"
I tell her "yes and it's really cheap. Actually it's free."
I threw the girl 5 dollars worth of crack. Now all I wanna do is get back.
I'm almost out. But without doubt. A hobo jumps in my car.
This has gone to far.
"hey man all i want is food" is what he said.
"DUDE! Get outta my car or your dead."
"Cmon what about these cheetos?"
"YES! Take them. Get out of my car."

Too far.

Vista?

noreply@blogger.com (AFourDigitNumber) — Thu, 24 Apr 2008 01:13:00 +0000

I've recently been using Windows Vista again. And I have a much more powerful computer this time around.

amd athlon 64 x2 processor, nvidia geforce graphics card, 2 gigs of ram, and a spacey 320 gig hard drive.

It's nothing you can run the likes of Crysis on, but it's a decent rig.

I've found that all the things people bitch about vista for, can easily be taken off and altered. Windows Media Player 11 even seems nice and useful. More so than iTunes.

Let me get something straight. I love linux. I've run all sorts of Debian, Fedora, and even Gentoo. I've been around the open source block and then some.

But there's something about Windows that always gives me a reason to dual boot. I dunno, everything about it just seems to be nicely nostalgic and slightly euphoric.

I dunno. Fuck mac fanboys is really all I'm trying to say here.

K-Hole Cover

noreply@blogger.com (AFourDigitNumber) — Fri, 21 Mar 2008 05:17:00 +0000

http://www.supload.com/listen?s=FHMF82YEFFXL

It's about as polished as it's going to get for the time being.

./long night fixing my mistakes

Pidgeon Holed

noreply@blogger.com (AFourDigitNumber) — Wed, 20 Feb 2008 03:18:00 +0000

Speak softly and call me a walking stereotype.
Follow my heart and ensure I don't live up to the hype.
I'm just enjoying the symphony of mistaken names.
I can pull my brain out for you and play forsaken games.
But I'm still just a bigot with lenient values.
Even when I win I know that I can't not lose.
If god is black and I am a man, then what is this, the Ku Klux Klan?
If China attacked, and winter fell upon us, where would the power be thrust?
If I fall into your eyes, and wake up in bed, I can assume you were dead.

But leave me now, I'm still just a bigot lacking intolerance.
But find me now, I can't bleed this one out
But leave me now, the world is just as cruel as last year,
But find me now, the few have become the many I fear.

If I despise and spit out my lies
A fireman will come to take out my eyes.
If I confuse and blatantly refuse,
A taboo pharmaceutical replaced by booze.
Stop and reverse once more to try and rehearse the things I will say
when I get down and pray that my regime won't overlook my ways.

Carry a big stick and call me the walking stereotype.
Coax me into failure and I'll deliver the fruit that is ripe.
I'm just enjoying the symphony once more before my daily epiphany.
I'll never be who I once was, never the same as I can't control the way I change.

Epic conversation maneuver.

noreply@blogger.com (AFourDigitNumber) — Fri, 11 Jan 2008 07:00:00 +0000

[00:52] AFourDigitNumber: i loves youses
[00:52] Lizzy W.: i lvoes youses tooses
[00:52] AFourDigitNumber: Then we are in agreement.
[00:52] AFourDigitNumber: Sign here, here, and inital...here.
[00:53] Lizzy W.: lizzy, lizzy, l.w.
[00:53] Lizzy W.: i did it
[00:53] AFourDigitNumber: LIAR
[00:53] AFourDigitNumber: it's:
[00:53] AFourDigitNumber: lizzy, lizzy, EW
[00:53] AFourDigitNumber: JAJAJAJAJAJ
[00:54] Lizzy W.: awww you make me sound icky
[00:54] Lizzy W.: i dont like you
[00:54] AFourDigitNumber: Haha!
[00:54] AFourDigitNumber: (heroic voice) "
[00:54] AFourDigitNumber: Your screwed!"
[00:54] Lizzy W.: im unsigning the papers
[00:55] AFourDigitNumber: D:
[00:55] AFourDigitNumber: You can't do that.
[00:58] Lizzy W.: but your mean ):
[00:58] AFourDigitNumber: No.
[00:58] Lizzy W.: really?
[00:58] AFourDigitNumber: Yes.
[00:58] Lizzy W.: oh ok
[00:59] AFourDigitNumber: Then we are at an agreement.
[00:59] AFourDigitNumber: Sign here, here, and here.

New Years is comforting.

noreply@blogger.com (AFourDigitNumber) — Mon, 31 Dec 2007 18:20:00 +0000

It's good to know that I'm not the only person on this Earth that can't commit to an idea. Everyone making their resolutions that they solemn stay loyal to. The whole situation gives me a sadistic euphoric feeling.

I'm not making any New Years resolutions. I like the way I act right now and I'm not going to kid myself by pretending that any change in my life would be for the better. No matter what choices I make in life, the ending is the same. We're not playing Bioshock here.

My Guzzles.

noreply@blogger.com (AFourDigitNumber) — Sun, 16 Dec 2007 05:23:00 +0000

Now listen up mother fucker
Wait no, he's Chris tucker.

Grizzly explosion of tears and emotion
I'm wonderin where the doors at,
I'd love to have to stand and chat.
But still I Remorse that,
Lovely living Lester licked Lady Lathenbell's chester.

Will Smith's movie is a Westerner.
He flies on my head I'm a questioner.
Wait, don't stop him now.
Speak a solemn vow.
Now hold the door and bow.

~!~

noreply@blogger.com (AFourDigitNumber) — Mon, 10 Dec 2007 01:17:00 +0000

I feel like I'm alive again
Like somehow I have found a friend
to counter my incompetence
and redirect my loneliness.
I feel like I'm alive again
Like somehow I have found a friend
to counter my incompetence
and redirect my loneliness.

85 hundred selves I have thrown upon the shelves
milking my mouth for what it's worth, living out my lies upon the earth.
A silver grip tightens as the blinds' blight brightens.
Wake the hell up.

(Video Blog!)When no one is home I like to...

noreply@blogger.com (AFourDigitNumber) — Sat, 17 Nov 2007 18:59:00 +0000

I woke up this fine Saturday morning and...well, I'll let the video do the talking.

Drafting the Gatling Gun.

noreply@blogger.com (AFourDigitNumber) — Wed, 07 Nov 2007 03:35:00 +0000

I'm so glad I could make you make people laugh.
This world I've had since the galaxy was not yet graphed.
Chilling to the spine so that it couldn't be mine.
Licking the lips of sobriety.
Standing tall like a deity.
Metaphysically tuned out as the television tunes in.
A true patriot right up to the end.

Delivering the truth at 2 megs a second.
Liberty will never be quite as I reckoned.
And maybe I'm the one who's wrong, so high off myself.
But then what if I'm right? Nothing gained from my risk.
Questioning the existence of freedom, so fleeting and brisk.
Nipping at the heels of our forefathers, bills are passed on and on.
Gaining such safety but where does it all go? So far gone and gone.
What is there to boast about when a war is won?
"I outright killed the most of them, made orphans from sons!"

But wait, who instigated what? Democracy isn't a hypocrisy.
It's the leaders. Case open, case shut.

Tell Me It's Still Rotten : The Core

noreply@blogger.com (AFourDigitNumber) — Sat, 03 Nov 2007 06:42:00 +0000

ARMPITS ARE HANGING, from my eeeeeye balls.

Armpits are seeping from my heeaaaaad!

COWBOY BOOTS! THAT'S RIGHT! THAT'S RI-I-IGHT!

BOOTY! CHICKEN PIPE! CRAWLING DONE THE APPLE, RIPE!

Cut off the sinister, split in half by the ministers.
Swimming, falling, pushing, walling, none of these apply.
Luke warm flip flops swinging from my tentacles.
Luxury and liberty, enjoyed in the glory of 2-ply.
Pinching and screaming, torn off by my mandibles.
Count the last grain, it's all worth the price.
But as the sky fills with rain, it's still all rice.

BACK BADA BACK BACK BACK BADA DEEEE!!

BACK BADA BACK BACK BACK BADA DEEEE!!

Loose and limber surrounded in timber.
My dog is a flapjack, he cries with a whimper.
But maybe this time he'll be the liquefied blender.

I EAT SPLENDA!!!

*dj solo*

BADACK BADADADADACK DACK DACK BADADABABA!!

Simply entertainment, but nothing else.
I'm getting all this fame with the power of elven shelfs.
I FLATTENED OUT A SECOND!
But what about a minute?
TOO DANGEROUS I RECKON!
Tape it up and pin it.
WHERE? IN A WALL?
No, on your favorite stress ball.
BACK BACK! BADA BADA DACK KEHT-SSSS.

I was feeling sentimental,

noreply@blogger.com (AFourDigitNumber) — Mon, 24 Sep 2007 04:08:00 +0000

so I sent this to bungie.

Dear Bungie,
I just want to thank you for Halo. I know it is your baby and it has made the name bungie nationally, if not world renown. You started out making 3rd party games for Macs, and now you have created a console selling giant of the gaming industry.
I remember picking up Halo for the first time ever at an Xbox lan party my friend up North hosted, and it was one helluva night. It inspired me to buy an Xbox of my own, and I bought two games for that Xbox. Halo, and Halo 2.
I am a deep down Nintendo fan, I won't deny that, but I caved in a couple of weeks ago and shelled out 400 for an Xbox 360, and preordered my copy of Halo 3.
I know for a fact that 460 dollars for ONE game is worth it. I'm not buying the software, I'm buying the rights to lots of great memories and chances to bond with friends abroad that I would have otherwise forgotten.
So I really just wanted to thank you, for putting all the effort and time into this masterpiece of yours. The hype that has built up around Halo is well deserved, and I know for a fact I'll keep my 360 on standby until I'm much further on in life and am somewhere completely new.

Combat evolved has turned into just that.

-A Four Digit Number

Wanna know where you are?

noreply@blogger.com (AFourDigitNumber) — Thu, 20 Sep 2007 03:56:00 +0000

You think I'm here and I'm listening.
But I'm outside sweating yeah glistening.
Living out of body in a beautiful place
it's enough to make you feel the grace
of a god that forgot about the world
Left it out to dry and drown in time
Simple fact of the matter is it cracked and got sour
with each passing second of a minute in a drawn out hour.
Louder, living inside sheltered and warm
Linear life has grown to take form
of a loop in the system, crashing all around
This city is damned and it's name is flower mound.

Erik (killed the elongated moment of bliss)

noreply@blogger.com (AFourDigitNumber) — Mon, 17 Sep 2007 02:41:00 +0000

Aren't you just so jealous
Since God is just so zealous
and nothing is moral
not written not oral
and who isn't innocent
when my existence is fraudulent.
Caught up in synonyms
popping pills just like m&m's.
Just leave me alone
just so dark and alone
take me anywhere but home
hell is where the dead may roam
but that's no where near alone.
Who could find peace within death
draw the air from my breath
suck it out from my chest
die alone like the rest.

My life:

noreply@blogger.com (AFourDigitNumber) — Fri, 07 Sep 2007 03:35:00 +0000

Please let it be something I love.
Please let it be music or words.

Please don't leave me like my parents.
Working for nothing, successful, but for what?

I can't see myself trying to start a life.
Well, a life that's anything short of spectacular.

I can't be something so atrocious and meticulous such as a commoner.
I can't live as what I am not.

So, I dare you to stop me.

I am challenging the universe.

I dare you to stop me from achieving this life.

I'll get there.

Turn Ins.

noreply@blogger.com (AFourDigitNumber) — Wed, 29 Aug 2007 01:46:00 +0000

I had a dream about her the other day.
It felt like winter but I knew it to be May.
I was cheating on her with another girl.
We were making out on a bed I'd never seen before.
I was on top of this chick when I heard a knock at the door.
I looked up and she walked on in.
No use, your caught, don't even try to pretend.
I looked at her in the eyes, but lord she did not cry.

I talked to her, I go up and say,
"I dreamed I cheated on you the other day."
She smiles, replies, "In what kind of way?"
"Well it turned out to be you, so you know what that means?
Just as I would have had it, you're the girl of my dreams."

I broke Summer.

noreply@blogger.com (AFourDigitNumber) — Sun, 26 Aug 2007 18:43:00 +0000

It ran outta gas, so here it stops.
With good times past, running from cops.
School is tomorrow, and hopefully one day, college will follow.
But for today I am free, and no one does free quite like me.

Vista.

noreply@blogger.com (AFourDigitNumber) — Sat, 25 Aug 2007 18:36:00 +0000

Okay. After having a generally good time with the OS, I realized that I didn't really need it. At all.

All the features they added were just memory hogs and unnecessary. So I reverted back to XP.

I had a few problems with the audio driver, but I fixed it. I'm not sure if many people could do that on their own without any experience in such things (considering it's windows).

The thing that really pushed me over the edge was it constantly asking me to do things as admin. I wish there was a way to just log in as admin, cuz then I wouldn't have to right click .EXEs in order to run them.

I also wanted a better maphack for Diablo II, and windows vista tries to prevent you from hacking in game, so I'm just not gonna argue with my OS for the rest of eternity.

Better luck next time Windows.

5/10

Installing Vista

noreply@blogger.com (AFourDigitNumber) — Wed, 15 Aug 2007 03:37:00 +0000

At first, I was running XP, then I switched to Ubuntu (Feisty Fawn), which is a Linux Distro, and today I decided to switch to Vista.

The vista installation required at least 300 megs of FAT32 formatted hard drive space, so I needed to install Windows XP in order to install Windows Vista. A minor annoyance, but luckily I had the dvd handy.

After briskly installing XP, I popped in my Vista dvd and up comes the screen. It looks much cleaner, and much more intuitive that the XP installation, so I'm glad to see that they have made progress in that at least.

I got an error saying it might have problems with the drivers for my hard drive, but that quickly resolved itself.

I got scared when I noticed in fine print, "Your upgrade may take several hours to complete." but the entire installation only took about 15 minutes to do.

My computer restarted.

The installation continued to install features and updates and then clean up the temporary files. The expanding of the files for windows took another 10 minutes or so, but still felt quick because I was browsing my RSS feeds the whole time.

The computer restarts again to finalize the installation. The boot up screen is real pretty and moves fast yet again.

I'll post tomorrow (or the next day) on usability and versatility of the OS itself.

RATING OF INSTALLATION:
8.0/10

Could have been better, but I still enjoyed the speedy install.

Omfg, I pity anyone who takes part in this.

noreply@blogger.com (AFourDigitNumber) — Tue, 14 Aug 2007 22:16:00 +0000

http://www.strike911.org/

Honestly, this HAS to be one of the most stupid and ignorant things I have EVER seen.

How the hell do they expect to get anything accomplished when everyone is bitching about something different?

I mean, envision the rallies, one sign will say "IMPEACH BUSH!" and another will say "LEGALIZE MARIJUANA" and then yet another will say "LOWER GAS PRICES".

The point of a strike is the organized power of numbers getting a common point across, not to just bitch and moan all day.

Seriously, I'm gonna go to that rally with a big sign that says:

Stop bitching.

!

noreply@blogger.com (AFourDigitNumber) — Fri, 10 Aug 2007 10:05:00 +0000

I'm in California for a few days.

This is for to keep me busy.