<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31562901</id><updated>2011-12-14T19:13:47.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Fat Blogg</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bfblogg.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31562901/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfblogg.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Big Fat Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14555618932198072737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31562901.post-116183190139034391</id><published>2006-10-25T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T19:37:10.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Without You everything Falls Apart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/3424/1600/e-love%20letter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5813/3424/320/e-love%20letter.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Click it to view full size, Natalie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It speaks for itself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31562901-116183190139034391?l=bfblogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bfblogg.blogspot.com/feeds/116183190139034391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31562901&amp;postID=116183190139034391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31562901/posts/default/116183190139034391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31562901/posts/default/116183190139034391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfblogg.blogspot.com/2006/10/without-you-everything-falls-apart.html' title='Without You everything Falls Apart'/><author><name>Big Fat Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14555618932198072737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31562901.post-116165879955695951</id><published>2006-10-23T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T19:37:10.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'>**UPDATE** :: Lateralus Theory</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TOOL - LATERALUS THEORY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Index:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Foreward:&lt;/span&gt; How I Came About The Theory / Basement Shitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chapter 1:&lt;/span&gt; The Grudge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chapter 2:&lt;/span&gt; Eon Blue Apocalypse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chapter 3:&lt;/span&gt; The Paitnet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chapter 4:&lt;/span&gt; Mantra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chapter 5:&lt;/span&gt; Schism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chapter 6/7:&lt;/span&gt; Parabol/a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chapter 8: &lt;/span&gt;Ticks And Leeches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chapter 9:&lt;/span&gt; Lateralus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chapter 10:&lt;/span&gt; Disposition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chapter 11:&lt;/span&gt; Reflection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chapter 12:&lt;/span&gt; Triad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chapter 13:&lt;/span&gt; Faaip De Oiad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chapter 14:&lt;/span&gt; Closing Remarks, Contact Info, Credits, Use, and Random Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Foreward: How I came About The Theory / Basement Shitter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, And welcome to version two of the Lateralus Story Theory. Here we will go into greater detail than version one, clear up some grey area, and hopefully clear up some grey area that version one may have left you with. First off, a key to undertsanding the theory is watching teh SCHISM VIDEO. If you havent already, do so now. Hell, BUy teh DVD single, so you can get th ewonderful remix Brian Lustmord did of Schism.&lt;br /&gt;Now, On to how I made the revalation. It was the middle of summer. correct me if im wrong, mere days before I asked Natalie out [OMG HI I LOVE YOU!] and it was about 3 am. My Tool obsession was beginning to flare up, so i decided to watch the video for Mantra/Schism. So I did. All the while, I contemplated the meaning of schism [look it up, im not telling you] and watched the video. Note that in the end, the two "Schism Aliens" for lack of a better term, END the schism between each other and become one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chapter 1: The Grudge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The Grudge is not only a stellar song, nor is it a stellar first track, it is teh offocial beginning of teh story, a story of two people. Two People who, at this point, dislike each other, even beGRUDGE each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Wear the grudge like a crown of negativity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Calculate what we will or will not tolerate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;        Desperate to control all and everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;        Unable to forgive your scarlet lettermen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The grudge they hold seesm to be enjoyed, seeing as it is worn "like a crown." They have made up their minds as to what they will put up with (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Calculate what we will or will not tolerate.) &lt;/span&gt;and such closed mindedness leads moreso into teh grudge, feeding itself. The third line in the opening stanza represenst how they arent doing as the other wants them to do, so they are desperate to control teh other, and to change their  ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;        Clutch it like a cornerstone. Otherwise it all comes down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;        Justify denials and grip 'em to the lonesome end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;        Saturn ascends, comes round again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;        Saturn ascends, the one, the ten. Ignorant to the damage  done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;They Clutch their gudge, because its all they have, becuse they have no one else.  The glimmer of hope (justified denials) is crushed by the ignorant "clutch[ing]... to the lonesome end." Saturn ascending is the mythological belief that every time saturn makes a rotation since your birth [every 27 years] you change, and that the seas of change may come ashore soon. "The one, The ten" refers to the zodaic, and the numbering, One being Aeries and 10 being capricorn. In mythology, Capricorn is known to respond more to saturns call, whereas Aeries is stubborn and known to hold a GRUDGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give away the stone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;        Let the oceans take and transmutate this cold and fated  anchor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;        Give away the stone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;       Let the waters kiss and transmutate these leaden grudges into gold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;         Let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Give Away the [corner]stone. The stone is teh physical embodiment of teh grudge,and one of them, most likely the capricorn, under Saturns will, has decided to Let go of his/her grugde. He will let the seas of change take the stone, and erode it, possibly turing the clumsy ugly lead [hatred]to gold[friendship].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chapter 2: Eon Blue Aopcalypse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Commonly known as the bridge between The Grudge and The Paitent, it holds no meaning in my theory, simply beacues it has no lyrical content for analysis.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Chapter 3: The Paitent&lt;br /&gt;  At this point in the story, the two people begin to realise that there must be some deeper reason for them staying together.  The relationship is still not 100% positive, but its looking like the terms may change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A groan of tedium escapes me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                          Startling the fearful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                          Is this a test? It has to be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                          Otherwise I can't go on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                          Draining patience, drain vitality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                          This paranoid, paralyzed vampire act's a little  old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The relationship is growing tedious, and they realise that teh overwhelming displeaseure has to be a test , remisicent of the Book of Job in the Bible [for those who are unsure, the Book of Job outlined the happeings of Job, who was tormented by God, to prove to Satan that Jobs faith is unwavering, at one point in the book, Job utters "Is this a Test? It has to be. O Merciful Lord. This has to be a test." Knowing your Bible pays off....even if you're buddhist...] If its not a test of their will, they will decide that this is futile and while the outcome of such a course of events is unsure, it is assumed to be the undesirable route.  They are "draining [each others] paitence [and] ... vitality," and the line afterwards hints that one or both of them had done something hurtful/parasitic to the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="p1lyrics"&gt;But I'm still right here&lt;br /&gt;          Giving blood, keeping faith&lt;br /&gt;          And I'm still right here.&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="p1lyrics"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wait it out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;             Gonna wait it out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Be patient (wait it out)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p1lyrics"&gt;However unpleasant the relationship may be it is known that there MAY be some glimmer of a positive ending in all of this, so they decide to "Wait it Out ... Be Paitent." They know that the rewards are greater than the price paid now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="p1lyrics"&gt;If there were no rewards to reap,&lt;br /&gt;          No loving embrace to see me through&lt;br /&gt;          This tedious path I've chosen here,&lt;br /&gt;                       I certainly would've walked away by now.&lt;br /&gt;          Gonna wait it out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point its now clearly known that there is some positive in teh relationship, that there is a common goal they can acheive by each other [rewards to reap], however unpleasant it may be [this tedious path I've chosen here], they know that the end justify the means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="p1lyrics"&gt;And I still may ... (sigh) ... I still may.&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="p1lyrics"&gt;Be patient.&lt;br /&gt;          I must keep reminding myself of this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p1lyrics"&gt;That first line, [And I still may ... (sigh) ... I still May] shows that there is still hesitation in their minds, but it is becoming more clear that the best path is to stay together. The last 2 lines almost speak for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chapter 4: Mantra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Mantra, like Eon Blue Aopcalypse has no lyrical content, but is viewed as an intro to Schism one of the two most pivitol chapters in the Story. Take this chance to find on youtube teh music video for Schism, and watch it once before you read the next chapter, and again after you read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chapter 5: Schism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The schism that has been ongoing since The Grudge, is looking like it may end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know the pieces fit cuz I watched them fall away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    Mildewed and smoldering. Fundamental differing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    Pure intention juxtaposed will set two lovers souls in motion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    Disintegrating as it goes testing our communication&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    The light that fueled our fire then has burned a hole between us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pieces, being the two of them, are now realised to be co-operative. Through Their differences [fundamental differing, intention juxtaposed] they now are positive that they canbe one cohesive being, wether it be literally, or metaphorically [going out]. Disintegrating refres to the grudge, which is now seemingly gone, and the 'light that fueled the fire [of hate]" has now been extinguished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No fault, none to blame it doesn't mean I don't desire to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    Point the finger, blame the other, watch the temple topple  over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The temple,symbolic of the grudge, has been destroyed. They no longer "Point the finger, blame the other," becuase theres "no fault, none to blame."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This chapter is really highlited by the video, which at the climax sees the two individuals fuse into one being, and therein they end the Schism....Nice title, Isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chapter 6/7: Parabol/a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I group these two tracks together,, because despite them being two tracks, they are still one song, and it is titled Parabola [therin, Parabol exists only as a technicality]. The two people, by ending teh schism, have found [for lack of a better term] God. Its not REALLY god, but the term will suffice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We barely remember what came before this precious  moment,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    Choosing to be here right now. Hold on, stay inside...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    This body holding me, reminding me that I am not alone in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    This body makes me feel eternal. All this pain is an  illusion&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The realise that their life is so much better now that they are one [physically or metaphorically] and that through each other they realise that life is an illusion, that we inside are all one, part of a unity concious [and people wonder why Unitarian Conciousness Buddhists like me love this ablum so much] and that we are all god. being that we/god is all that is real, LIFE then becomes the holy gift to the masses, not an afterlife, because there is no afterlife, because that is the real life [confused yet?]. The illusion/spiritual life is the one we live on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This body. This body holding me. Be my reminder here that  I  am not alone in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    This body, this body holding me, feeling eternal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    All this pain is an illusion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one is alone in this world, so long as you can tap into your collective unconcious [Bill Hicks popularized this term] Life is just an illusion, a warm up for the real thing, the eternity with god/collective conciousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This body holding me reminds me of my own  mortality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Embrace this moment. Remember. We are eternal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All  this pain is an illusion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that sums up the song and the chapter pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Foreward to chapter 8: Fuck the Fibbionacci.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    All of those "Holy Gift"ers are going crazy . Most of them all have struggled to find a way to incorperate Dannys ever changing time signatures into their ever changing algebra bullshit.  What they fail to realise is that this piece of music was made to be listened to as it is, not rearranged, sped up, slowed soen, or even to some  stupid algebra equation. With the help of Mr. Vincenzo Barone i have found a perfect meaning for Ticks and Leeches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chapter 8: Ticks &amp; Leeches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Ticks and leeches is teh second pivitol chapter in the lateralus theory, because the two people are killed. Who kills them is never explained, but that they die is essential to the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="p1lyrics"&gt;Suck me dry.&lt;br /&gt;   My blood is bruised and borrowed. You thieving bastards.&lt;br /&gt;   You have turned my blood cold and bitter,&lt;br /&gt;   beat my compassion black and blue.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="p1lyrics"&gt;Hope this is what you wanted.&lt;br /&gt;   Hope this is what you had in mind.&lt;br /&gt;   Cuz this is what you're getting.&lt;br /&gt;   I hope you're choking. I hope you choke on this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever it was, he/she has killed them, and sucked teh life blood out of them. In an almost dying words sense, the second block of text is in existance, in almost a sarcastic sense. The song dosent get much deeper or symbolic, its that simple. They Die. On to......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chapter 9: Lateralus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Lateralus describes the crossing of the conciousness from the physical life, into the afterlife. Being reborn from physical being, to a part of god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Black then white are all I see in my infancy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;      red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;      lets me see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sequence of colors is the order that human infants develop the ability to see colors, black, white, red then yellow. They now see that they are eternal being, now in the afterlife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chapter 10: Disposition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Even If it IS my favorite tool song, it hold very little meaning in my Story theory, mainly because it is part of the 23 minute behemoth that is Disposition/Reflection/Triad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chapter 11: Triad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="p1lyrics"&gt;I have come curiously close to the end, down&lt;br /&gt;                          Beneath my self-indulgent pitiful hole,&lt;br /&gt;       Defeated, I concede and&lt;br /&gt;                          Move closer&lt;br /&gt;       I may find comfort here&lt;br /&gt;       I may find peace within the emptiness&lt;br /&gt;How pitiful              &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="p1lyrics"&gt;It's calling me...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they have come to the end [death], due to the death in Ticks &amp; Leeches. he is defeated, he concedes, and moves closer to the unity concioussness. The metaphor of emptiness is used in a similar method as the zero=infinity metaphor is used. I will break down the last hunk of text, describing the transformation into the spiritual life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So crucify the ego, before it's far too  late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[they have no individual though, being that they are noe part of a larger collective]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To leave behind this place so negative and blind and  cynical,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[leave behind the life we all know, the harsh, unforgiving word we are born into and die in]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                   And you will come to find that we are all one  mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[unity conciousness]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Capable of all that's imagined and all conceivable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[if the unity conciousness is all there is, then nothing is impossible, because impossibility dosen't exist]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just let  the light touch you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And let the words spill through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And let them  pass right through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                   Bringing out our hope and reason ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                  before we pine away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[let it be known that the divinity is availble to all, and that when you become part  of it, you will bask in the eternal bliss]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chapter 12: Triad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Well, Triad has no words [see a trend?] but since this is a Big Fat Blogg post, id best not break Kayfabe......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Natalie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chapter 13: Faaip De Oiad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The ONLY thing I will say is that "Faaip De Oiad" is enochian for "Voice Of God." Here is where YOU draw your conclusions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chapter 14: Closing Remarks, Contact Info, Credits, Use, and Random Shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    As you may all know by now, i am a Tool dork. I am in posession of upwards of 14 full live bootlegs, and I don't think its healthy.  I certainly hope that this has inspired you to do something creative, and to create something beautiful, or to at least have wild sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contact Info:&lt;br /&gt;AIM: Flynnardskynard&lt;br /&gt;MSN: flynnardskynard [at] hotmail.com&lt;br /&gt;E-Mail: flynnyrdskynyrd [at] yahoo.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All Thoughts Herin are the property  of Matthew James Flynn Except for the Theory of death in chapter 8, property of Vincenzo Barone. I am not Tool, nor is Vincenzo Barone. We are in no way associated with Tool, we just enjoy the music very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are free to use this, just please credit myself or Mr. Barone, beacuse we DID come up with this shit, ya know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31562901-116165879955695951?l=bfblogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bfblogg.blogspot.com/feeds/116165879955695951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31562901&amp;postID=116165879955695951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31562901/posts/default/116165879955695951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31562901/posts/default/116165879955695951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfblogg.blogspot.com/2006/10/update-lateralus-theory.html' title='**UPDATE** :: Lateralus Theory'/><author><name>Big Fat Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14555618932198072737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31562901.post-116140022543914486</id><published>2006-10-20T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T19:37:10.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo Chuck, we got runnin' mixes....in the headphones!</title><content type='html'>Besides my current KoRn addiction, not too much is up in mah life. Same ol' same ol'. Usually thats a bad thing, but for the last 2 months thats been a super positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sour note, my friend Ryan in St. Louis was dumped by his girlfriend of 8 months.  Hes in very bad shape, in my opinion. He isnt taking it very well, completely skipping about 3 stages of loss. and it will all explode, and I hope it happens sooner, than later, before it has time to build up. Ryan, I love ya like a brother. You know that.  Again i [and probabaly Natalie ;)] thank you for all of your 'advice' you've given me.. LETHAL DOSAGE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a ligher note, TOMORROW IS SWEETEST DAY [it is 11pm as im writing this]. I know who MY sweetest is, and I'm the luckiest guy on the planet to have her. [see what that new fangled hip hop does? It obectifies women. Lilith Fair here i come. :P]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if i hate 'new fangled hip-hop'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of hate you know what an antonym of hate is? I do....Its LOVE. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waaaaiiiittt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love You Natalie! [aaaahhhh]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31562901-116140022543914486?l=bfblogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bfblogg.blogspot.com/feeds/116140022543914486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31562901&amp;postID=116140022543914486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31562901/posts/default/116140022543914486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31562901/posts/default/116140022543914486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfblogg.blogspot.com/2006/10/yo-chuck-we-got-runnin-mixesin.html' title='Yo Chuck, we got runnin&apos; mixes....in the headphones!'/><author><name>Big Fat Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14555618932198072737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31562901.post-116086731391383872</id><published>2006-10-14T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T19:37:10.669-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love You Natalie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31562901-116086731391383872?l=bfblogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bfblogg.blogspot.com/feeds/116086731391383872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31562901&amp;postID=116086731391383872' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31562901/posts/default/116086731391383872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31562901/posts/default/116086731391383872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfblogg.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Big Fat Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14555618932198072737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31562901.post-116035284759110457</id><published>2006-10-08T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T19:37:10.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GRRRRAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>it has been about 19 hours since i have seen Natalie and it is starting to bug me.  Its almost causing physical pain. I cant do anything! i try to draw but i end up getting pissed off and throwing the paper across the room. and just now, i pulled a mammoth chunk of hair out. I am physically beginning to detiorate, which i think is bad. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i WILL see her on monday, which is sweet! And on thursday, we ar going to salvation army to try and find me a suit coat and some more ties. Im Looking foreward to it.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:embrace the random: [though id rather be embracing Natalie]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Big Fat In Love Matt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31562901-116035284759110457?l=bfblogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bfblogg.blogspot.com/feeds/116035284759110457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31562901&amp;postID=116035284759110457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31562901/posts/default/116035284759110457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31562901/posts/default/116035284759110457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfblogg.blogspot.com/2006/10/grrrraaaaahhhhh.html' title='GRRRRAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Big Fat Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14555618932198072737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31562901.post-115973626318588450</id><published>2006-10-01T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T19:37:10.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Ænima!</title><content type='html'>Tool's groundbreaking album Ænima was released 10 years ago today. Its my favorite Tool album, and featues the following tracks, in the following order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01 - Stinkfist&lt;br /&gt;02 - Eulogy&lt;br /&gt;03 - H.&lt;br /&gt;04 - Useful Idiot&lt;br /&gt;05 - Forty Six &amp; 2&lt;br /&gt;06 - Message To Harry Manback&lt;br /&gt;07 - Hooker With A Penis&lt;br /&gt;08 - Intermission&lt;br /&gt;09 - jimmy&lt;br /&gt;10 - Die Eier Von Satan&lt;br /&gt;11 - Pushit&lt;br /&gt;12 - Cesaro Summability&lt;br /&gt;13 - Ænema&lt;br /&gt;14 - (-) Ions&lt;br /&gt;15 - Third Eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This album is just an amazing album, decades before its time. if it was released today, it would still be before its time. Its time hasn't come, but it will. If you have it listen to it. If you dont, buy it, so that you can listen to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Natalie. [bet ya thought i wouldnt work it in, didnt ya]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:embrace the random:&lt;br /&gt; - Big Fat 'in love' Matt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31562901-115973626318588450?l=bfblogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bfblogg.blogspot.com/feeds/115973626318588450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31562901&amp;postID=115973626318588450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31562901/posts/default/115973626318588450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31562901/posts/default/115973626318588450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfblogg.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-birthday-nima.html' title='Happy Birthday Ænima!'/><author><name>Big Fat Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14555618932198072737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31562901.post-115948677199721383</id><published>2006-09-28T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T19:37:10.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PRYING OPEN MY THIRD EYE [repeat as necesary]</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone who is reading this. Which is prolly only Natalie and Idol [lol internet alias]. I come to this Big Fat Blogg post very excited! Not only is the beautiful Natalie coming over tomorrow [original reason for glee and happiness] BUT i have found a copy of the 9/22 Tool show. For those of you who are unaware of the significance of that date, that is the Tool show Natalie and I went to.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that was the best night of my life. Id go into more deatil, but i dont want to sound redundant [ read my last post for details ].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natalie, if youre reading this, HI! I love you!  *e-hug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idol, if youre reading this, stop and MSN me, cause you havent been on msn for like 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to anyone else, GTFO, leper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:embrace the random:&lt;br /&gt;- Big Fat 'in love' Matt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31562901-115948677199721383?l=bfblogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bfblogg.blogspot.com/feeds/115948677199721383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31562901&amp;postID=115948677199721383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31562901/posts/default/115948677199721383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31562901/posts/default/115948677199721383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfblogg.blogspot.com/2006/09/prying-open-my-third-eye-repeat-as.html' title='PRYING OPEN MY THIRD EYE [repeat as necesary]'/><author><name>Big Fat Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14555618932198072737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31562901.post-115906920918932187</id><published>2006-09-23T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T19:37:10.417-08:00</updated><title type='text'>September 22nd, 2006 :: Best Day of my life.</title><content type='html'>Why is that the best day of my life? Lets go through a list of the reasons why it rawked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: Got a ride form Natalie to sKooL.&lt;br /&gt;2: Got some commenst on my Tool tie&lt;br /&gt;3: First Hour with Natalie&lt;br /&gt;4: Finished 'On The Road'&lt;br /&gt;5: Went to the Tool Concert with Natalie&lt;br /&gt;6: Mr. McMillans Class&lt;br /&gt;7: Natalie&lt;br /&gt;8: Low Rider&lt;br /&gt;9: Natalie&lt;br /&gt;10: Avoiding Brent for the majority of the concert&lt;br /&gt;11: Natalie&lt;br /&gt;12: Tool&lt;br /&gt;13: Seeing Tool With Natalie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did i mention that yesterday rocked? Best day of my life. The Tool Concert blew me away, even if we were too far away to see a whole lot. At least I was with Natalie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS YOU NATALIE!!! :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:embrace the random:&lt;br /&gt;- Big Fat 'in love'  Matt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31562901-115906920918932187?l=bfblogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bfblogg.blogspot.com/feeds/115906920918932187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31562901&amp;postID=115906920918932187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31562901/posts/default/115906920918932187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31562901/posts/default/115906920918932187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfblogg.blogspot.com/2006/09/september-22nd-2006-best-day-of-my.html' title='September 22nd, 2006 :: Best Day of my life.'/><author><name>Big Fat Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14555618932198072737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31562901.post-115852189503706982</id><published>2006-09-17T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T19:37:10.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy......sad.......pissed off</title><content type='html'>We'll go in that order too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: Happy.&lt;br /&gt;Well, im happy because September 22nd is slowly approcahing and I think we all know what that means. [On an somewhat related side note, thats when the Tool show is. Compared to a night with Natalie, Tool is secondary.] Im also happy because Primus is coming around, which Natalie has been looking foreward too. I don't care if I go or not, as long as nataie goes, cause i know how much she likes Primus. If shes happy, the chances of me being happy are exponentially higher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2: Sad.&lt;br /&gt;Well, im sad becuase my mumsykins said there may be no phone for the next month. That means no Talking to Natalie on the phone. and thats why im.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3: Pissed Off.&lt;br /&gt;well. yeah look at the title. And i only have like 7 minutes left on my cell phone, and my mommy won't refill it for 3 weeks. Even if she does refil it she refills it with 20-30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sucks big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:embrace the random:&lt;br /&gt; - Big Fat Matt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31562901-115852189503706982?l=bfblogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bfblogg.blogspot.com/feeds/115852189503706982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31562901&amp;postID=115852189503706982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31562901/posts/default/115852189503706982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31562901/posts/default/115852189503706982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfblogg.blogspot.com/2006/09/happysadpissed-off.html' title='Happy......sad.......pissed off'/><author><name>Big Fat Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14555618932198072737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31562901.post-115708308603990518</id><published>2006-08-31T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T19:37:10.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, hi! whats up. Im really looking for a source of internet amusement, and its hard to come by. The only thing that gets me laughting is toolnavy.com And thats bleak repeitive vulgar humor at its best. Swearing in a foreign tounge rocks. I feel so multi-dimensional. The good die young and horrible people just wont die. Take for instance, Yoko Ono. She wont die. But lennon has been dead for ages.  What. The. Fuck. That angers me. I wish i had superpowers, so i could do some amazing shit, like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KILL YOKO ONO!!!&lt;/span&gt; oh well. Friday. Overrated. i do go get my free tan today.  that cant be all bad. And i get to spend some time with Natalie this weekend! Highlight of the week, in my opinion. *sigh* oh well. thats it for now. until next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:Embrace The Random:&lt;br /&gt;- Big Fat Matt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31562901-115708308603990518?l=bfblogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bfblogg.blogspot.com/feeds/115708308603990518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31562901&amp;postID=115708308603990518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31562901/posts/default/115708308603990518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31562901/posts/default/115708308603990518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfblogg.blogspot.com/2006/08/well-hi-whats-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Big Fat Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14555618932198072737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31562901.post-115681429502889836</id><published>2006-08-28T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T19:37:10.264-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ZOMFGWTFBBQ</title><content type='html'>well today was pretty bleh. rainy day. and my grandpa is still in the hospital, but doing exponentially better. I did mamage to get my classes and contrary to my previous beleifs, I GOT A CLASS WITH DIMMER!! ZOMFG!! I THOUGHT THAT IT WAS OVER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And above all else, in 25 days, i go to see tool live. But that aint the best part. The Best part is that I get to go with Natalie! [OMGLOL HI! *waves*] Tool itself is kickass enough, but to spend such a great experience with her, is just so awesome. :) I'm looking foreward to it very much. but for now i think im going to go browsing the internet for a source of amusement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;:Embrace The Random:&lt;br /&gt;- Big Fat Matt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31562901-115681429502889836?l=bfblogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bfblogg.blogspot.com/feeds/115681429502889836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31562901&amp;postID=115681429502889836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31562901/posts/default/115681429502889836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31562901/posts/default/115681429502889836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfblogg.blogspot.com/2006/08/zomfgwtfbbq.html' title='ZOMFGWTFBBQ'/><author><name>Big Fat Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14555618932198072737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31562901.post-115500736077869364</id><published>2006-08-07T20:21:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T19:37:10.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="line-height: 100%;font-size:21;" &gt;Big Fat Matt’s Big Fat Lateralus Theory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Big Fat Matt&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-a.k.a.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rev. Maynard&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-a.k.a.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Flynnnyrd Skynyrd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-a.k.a.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;To Live is To Die&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-a.k.a.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Harvester Of Sorrow&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-a.k.a.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Fatness&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-a.k.a.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Flynn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-a.k.a.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The BFM Bomb&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-a.k.a.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Matt Flynn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;CH 1: NO ITS MY THEORY!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my response to the 'Holy Gift' Reorder of Tool's Lateralus. My theory, the 'Big Fat Story' Theory brings a new light to what may be lurking behind the soundscape that is Lateralus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;CH. 2: The Grudge&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is not only an excellent introduction to the album, but it is where the story starts, The story is of 2 people, and at the beginning, they dislike each other, they hold a GRUDGE against one another if you will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Wear the grudge like a crown of negativity.&lt;br /&gt;Calculate what we will or will not tolerate.&lt;br /&gt;Desperate to control all and everything.&lt;br /&gt;Unable to forgive your scarlet lettermen.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only do they dislike each other, but it becomes evident that one has done something to anger the other. They cannot tolerate each other. They hold nothing but negativity against each other. However, this will change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;CH. 3: Eon Blue Apocalypse/The Patient/Mantra&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though “Eon Blue Apocalypse” and “Mantra” are nothing but filler, “Eon” Fades into “The Patient”, which describes how the 2 people grow to tolerate each other more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Wait It Out&lt;br /&gt;Gonna wait it out&lt;br /&gt;Be patient (wait it out).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there were no rewards to reap,&lt;br /&gt;No loving embrace to see me through&lt;br /&gt;This tedious path I've chosen here,&lt;br /&gt;I certainly would've walked away by now.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna wait it out…&lt;br /&gt;…And if there were no rewards to reap,&lt;br /&gt;No loving embrace to see me through&lt;br /&gt;This tedious path I've chosen here,&lt;br /&gt;I certainly would've walked away by now.&lt;br /&gt;And I still may.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though they dislike each other, they have come to realize there may be rewards in such a relationship like this. That Trying to Find Something god in each other may work out for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Be patient.&lt;br /&gt;I must keep reminding myself of this.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They realize that they MUST find good in one another for them to survive and to be happy and therefore they must end the…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;CH. 4: Schism&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don’t know what a Schism is, I suggest you get a dictionary, the watch the video for this song. It will make sense. The 2 people, who realize that they cannot survive as 2 begrudging individuals, decide to end the Schism, and become a happy ‘couple’ if you will. The Reward that was spoken of in the last song is now discovered, and they realize what importance it holds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;“I know the pieces fit cuz I watched them tumble down&lt;br /&gt;No fault, none to blame it doesn't mean I don't desire to&lt;br /&gt;Point the finger, blame the other, watch the temple topple over.&lt;br /&gt;To bring the pieces back together, rediscover communication”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The temple symbolizes the ‘Leaden Grudge’ (see lyrics to 'The Grudge') that has been disassembled and ‘turned to gold’. For so long, they held such a grudge (point the finger, blame the other), but now they realize that through their communication, they have broken down such ignorance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Cold silence has a tendency to atrophy any&lt;br /&gt;Sense of compassion&lt;br /&gt;Between supposed lovers/brothers”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the schism, there was no compassion, no communication, between the soon to be ‘lovers’. This is even better portrayed trough the video for the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;CH. 5: Parabol&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parabol Holds little value to this theory; partly because it is my belief that it is part of parabola. Nonetheless, it gets its own chapter cause Kicks so much ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;CH. 6: Parabola&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parabola describes the Gift that the 2 people receive through each other (see Ch‘s 1-4). The gift is that there is an afterlife of sorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;“This body holding me. Be my reminder here that I am not alone in&lt;br /&gt;This body, this body holding me, feeling eternal&lt;br /&gt;All this pain is an illusion.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That there is an eternal spirit trapped in all of us, and that through death, that sprit is released into eternal bliss. They are each a little reminder that they may not be happy here, ‘in this body’ but they will be eternally happy in the afterlife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CH. 7: Ticks &amp; Leeches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many Tool fans feel that Ticks &amp;amp; Leeches is positioned horribly on the album. I however disagree. This song Plays an important part in the story. The 2 people have found solace in each other; I will go as far as to say they love each other. However, another enters the relationship. A parasite. He takes from the 2 until they have no more to give, and eventually die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Suck me dry.&lt;br /&gt;My blood is bruised and borrowed. You thieving bastards.&lt;br /&gt;You have turned my blood cold and bitter,&lt;br /&gt;beat my compassion black and blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope this is what you wanted.&lt;br /&gt;Hope this is what you had in mind.&lt;br /&gt;Cuz this is what you're getting.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're choking. I hope you choke on this”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is obviously in anger towards whoever did this to them. But the culmination of the story comes in the next song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;CH. 8: Lateralus&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lateralus is the culmination of the story, the eventual passing of the spirit from the body to the afterlife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind.&lt;br /&gt;Withering my intuition, missing opportunities and I must&lt;br /&gt;Feed my will to feel my moment drawing way outside the lines.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though they may have not achieved all they desired in their physical lifetime, they are eternal now, they can do what they want, (draw outside the lines).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Feed my will to feel this moment urging me to cross the line.&lt;br /&gt;Reaching out to embrace the random.&lt;br /&gt;Reaching out to embrace whatever may come”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death in this case is a reward, which may seem odd, why they’re being told to “embrace the random”. “Cross the line” refers to the line between physical life, and eternal life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;CH. 9: Disposition&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disposition holds no meaning to my theory, but I believe it is as Parabol is, that is merely a part of the next song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ch. 10: Reflection/Triad&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflection describes what the 2 experience in the afterlife. They discover one of Late comedian Bill Hicks’ theories, of a collective unconscious, that we are all one mind. If we are all that is, there can be no opposite, and if there is no negative, there is only positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;“And you will come to find that we are all one mind&lt;br /&gt;Capable of all that's imagined and all conceivable.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in this everlasting communal consciousness, the 2 people become one with existance, essentially becoming part of god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Triad has no lyrics, and is merely a sonic continuation of reflection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;CH. 11: Faaip De Oiad&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song (yeap you guessed it) hold no purpose, except in its name. One will find that Is Enoch For ‘Voice of god’. And I will leave you with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;CREDITS:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;COMIC RELEIF:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=4284365265567106977&amp;q=maynard&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;pl=true" target="_blank"&gt;http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=42...maynard&amp;pl=true&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=4601719908082519807&amp;amp;q=maynard+tool&amp;pl=true" target="_blank"&gt;http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=46...rd+tool&amp;amp;pl=true&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Dimmer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill hicks Theory Appears On: ‘Relentless’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All thoughts Copyrighted by Matthew James Flynn.&lt;br /&gt;Except for theory of death in CH. 7 copyrighted by Vincenzo Barone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not Tool. Vincenzo Barone is not Tool. I am in no way associated with Tool, and neither is Vincenzo Barone. We just love the music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have found a typographichal error, please let me know. Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31562901-115500736077869364?l=bfblogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bfblogg.blogspot.com/feeds/115500736077869364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31562901&amp;postID=115500736077869364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31562901/posts/default/115500736077869364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31562901/posts/default/115500736077869364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfblogg.blogspot.com/2006/08/big-fat-matts-big-fat-late_115500736077869364.html' title=''/><author><name>Big Fat Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14555618932198072737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
