/me hugs sad moosey, what is wrong?

i will reply probably tomorrow, i am sleeping as we speak. hope things are ok.

http://board.muse.mu/showthread.php?t=61477

heres a cheer up

http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000113862787&ref=name

think that works :/ not sure though

have a lovely daylight savings

ahh going back to school, i dont like that feeling either, i finish exams end of november, not far away.

yes thats right, be confused.

awesome, eat the pie in the oven, msn? yes msn, i am talking to you on it.

she once told me she knew how to swim, thats a lie

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child labor? just like in the movies.

your to nice, i think you lying

Corrupt

You corrupt

And bring corruption to all that you touch

Hold

You'll behold

And beholden for all that you've done

Spell

Cast a spell

Cast a spell on the country you run

And risk

You will risk

You will risk all their lives and their souls

And burn

You will burn

You will burn in hell

Yeah, you'll burn in hell

You'll burn in hell

You'll burn in hell for your sins

Oh, our freedom's consuming itself

What we've become

Is contrary to what we want

Take a bow

Death

You bring death

And destruction to all that you touch

Pay

You must pay

You must pay for your crimes against the earth

Hex

Feed the hex

Feed the hex on the country you love

And beg

You will beg

You will beg for their lives and their souls

Yeah, and burn

You will burn

You will burn in hell

Yeah, you'll burn in hell

You'll burn in hell

Yeah, you'll burn in hell

You'll burn in hell

Yeah you'll burn in hell for your sins

i hope what is entailed in this message happens to you, Happy Feet was'nt on Melbourne television tonight, it was on Friday night, but its on Sydney tonight. i hope your happy.

dam, i was hoping you would hate the rose bud,

your a peodophile

Dam, if only there was another Steve Waugh in the team.

Yer i am looking forward to the ODIs as well, wont be able to go to them though, eh oh well.

Dom eyy, casanova he is. Well Matt took me to his cave and licked chocolate off me (what???).

Feast Day. Was there food?

Get close to him and then get his bank details, he is probably loaded.

yer if you two get up to anything it will be all over the news.

i can pirouette as well, i think its on youtube somewhere.

i am running for Weirdest Muser 2009, i better win, that if i cared...

everything is going according to plan thakn you.

how are you today?

Francis (Franco) Begbie: That lassie got glassed, and no cunt leaves here till we find out what cunt did it.

Man: [shouts] Who the fuck are you?

Francis (Franco) Begbie: Yeeeaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!

[kicks him in the crotch]

god

you?

good idea i shall give it a go

hows the polar eclipse?

hello pockets,

seeing that you like Yves Klein Blue, i was wondering if you could tell me what that song was that had the really cool riff (not polka, cool riff but have it already)?

Thanks,

From Dugald

hello,

your signature, which interview is that from?

heres what ive done so far:

• Their first international gig was at the Le Charleston Bar in Cherbourg, France June 1995. Although it meant a trip to the Continent (albeit little more than a quick hop across the Channel), essentially this was another disheartening pub gig, played to disinterested drinkers who, if they paid attention at all, would demand they play Queen covers or shout at them to turn their amps down. The bar turned out to be a dockside pub inhabited that night by about 20 gay sailors and skinheads, but there was a sinister undercurrent to the venture: the organiser was using the band as cover to smuggle cigarettes back to the UK, which Muse were unaware of until they’d finished the gig, packed up the gear and headed back to the van, only to find all available space taken up by 200,000 cigarettes and crates of beer and wine. The ferry journey home was a particularly cramped one. (directly quoted from Out of this world: the story of Muse by Mark Beaumont pg 29)

• Entered a battle of the bands contest under the name Rocket baby dolls (Japanese Soft-porn movie matt happened to stumble on TV the night before the gig, it was an anime about a group of girls with super powers fighting swarms of monsters invading Tokyo. Rather than shooting the monsters, they ‘love’ them to death.) Teignmouth Battle of the Bands 1994 at Broadmeadow Sports Centre. Strutted on stage in sharp black threads and carelessly applied makeup in a nod to the Goth-glam look of Marilyn Manson. They picked up their guitars which were barely in tune, snarled a sneery “ello” and set about thrashing the living hell out their instruments, the PA and what remained of the audiences eardrums. Punk riffs flew like doodlebugs. Drums rattled and clattered like continuous thunder. Glittery mascara flew from the stage in hot, sweaty globules. The tunes, if there were any, were buried under several tons of enthusiastic widdling, grandiose posing and flurries of feedback, as Rocket Baby Dolls took their philosophy of attitude over ability to its ear-splitting extreme. They looked like The Cure, sounded like a psychopathic Rush and, after 20 gob-smacking minutes, they closed with a cover of ‘Tourettes’ by Nivarna. At the end of the set Dom set about destroying the drum kit, prompting a stage invasion which saw Matt, Chris and 50 invaders smash up all of the onstage equipment (which wasn’t even theirs, it had been hired in for all the bands to use).

With Matt being physically dragged off the stage, still playing, and the rest of Rocket Baby Dolls and their trash-hungry mob storming off the stage to the colourful abuse of the other bands, heading out to the car park to graffiti Rocket Baby Dolls in spray pain all over the equipment hire van, the judges peered awestruck over the wreckage of the stage and had no choice but to declare Rocket Baby Dolls the out and out winners for “taking the piss”.

• Chris Martin (coldplay) and Matt Bellamy who are friends would make friendly joke text messages to one another. Bellamy would send stuff like “that Yellow band” and Martin would reply to Bellamy “Mr Pomp-rock short arse”.

• Many miming performances on tv, taking the piss.

• Matt could play songs excellently by ear at a very young age. Could play Dallas theme. Brother Paul would get his friends round and show them what Matt could do and say he was a robot.

hey i lost my whip the other day, have you seen it?

its got a black handle and has 9 leather tails. if you find it please return.

hey in your signature it says you are the keeper of the bonus/hidden track in the Resistance.

What is this hidden track?

Hi Matt, http://muse.mu/shop/product/34/mens-circuit-marlay--v-t-shirt/menu/12/mens/

there you go

homework and such

you?

Hope he cleans his drum stick. You can't have my pen, it is mine, i like to smell it too much, why were you in the same pool as your teacher?

No they are bringing in magical laws so that students who come onto teachers get in trouble as well. Ballet eyy, can you do that twirl thingo?

Paedophilia, attractive people should stop having sex and creating good looking kids, paeodphillia would then drop like 90%.