9 definitions by Field Playa
It was purely impessalic when he picked up the paper and put it into his mouth, thinking that it was ice cream that had fallen from the cone.
by Field Playa November 8, 2010
a "reality" show on MTV that takes New Yorkers and puts them in New Jersey. because few people know or acknowledge the fact that they are from New York and not New Jersey, the are dubbed Jersians. These fake Jersians get drunk, wasted, and start fights all the time, which makes real Jersians look just as bad.
Idiot: Did you watch Jersey Shore last week? Snooki was soooo wasted!
Non-Idiot: I am not going to waste an hour of my precistious time on earth watching such bullshit that makes fun of my home state.
Non-Idiot: I am not going to waste an hour of my precistious time on earth watching such bullshit that makes fun of my home state.
by Field Playa October 30, 2010
the current drummer of band Breaking Benjamin. he joined the band after former drummer Jeremy Hummel got the boot. Chad's been with the band for the recording of Phobia and Dear Agony.
by Field Playa November 14, 2010
when somebody is being completely idiot, similar in a way to how someone would act if related to Sarah Palin
by Field Playa November 9, 2010
a spoken poem before This Time Imperfect off of AFI's 2003 Sing the Sorrow. Gibson Casian, Jade Puget and Smith Puget's younger haft brother reads the first part, Davey Havok reads the second part, and Hans Wold reads the last part. It is known to creep out and sadden listeners.
Spoken Word:We held hands on the last night on earth.Our mouths filled with dust, we kissed in the fields and under trees, screaming like gods, bleeding dark into the leaves.It was empty on the edge of town, but we knew everyone floated along the bottom of the river.So we walked through the waste where the road curved into the sea and shattered seasons lay, and the bitter smell of burning was on you like a disease.In our cancer of passion you said, Death is a midnight runner.
The sky had come crashing down like the news of an intimate suicide.We picked up the shards and formed them into shapes of starts that wore like an antique wedding dress.The echoes of the past broke the hearts of the unborn as the ferris wheel silently slowed to a stop.The few insets skittered away in hopes of a better pastime.I kissed you at the apex of maelstrom and asked if you would accompany me in a quick fall, but you made me realize that my ticket wasn't good for two.I rode alone.
You said, The cinders are falling like snow.There is poetry in despair, and we sang with unrivaled beauty, bitter elegies of savagery and eloquence.Of blue and grey. Strange, we ran down desperate streets and carved our names in the flesh of city.The sun has stagnated somewhere beyond the rim of the horizon and the darkness is a mystery of curves and lines.Still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outward, and somewhere in the wilderness we found salvation scratched into the earth like a message.
The sky had come crashing down like the news of an intimate suicide.We picked up the shards and formed them into shapes of starts that wore like an antique wedding dress.The echoes of the past broke the hearts of the unborn as the ferris wheel silently slowed to a stop.The few insets skittered away in hopes of a better pastime.I kissed you at the apex of maelstrom and asked if you would accompany me in a quick fall, but you made me realize that my ticket wasn't good for two.I rode alone.
You said, The cinders are falling like snow.There is poetry in despair, and we sang with unrivaled beauty, bitter elegies of savagery and eloquence.Of blue and grey. Strange, we ran down desperate streets and carved our names in the flesh of city.The sun has stagnated somewhere beyond the rim of the horizon and the darkness is a mystery of curves and lines.Still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outward, and somewhere in the wilderness we found salvation scratched into the earth like a message.
by Field Playa November 14, 2010
an occupation where one is both a plumber and a magician. originally coined by bass player Hunter Burgan
Dude, I saw want to be a plumgician when I grow up. Ya know, fix the pipes and do a few magic tricks.
by Field Playa November 8, 2010
a small town in Morris County NJ. It is made up of mainly working class people just trying to get by. It is only about 2 square miles in area, and everything is in walking distance if you're willing to hike up a few hills. Boonton has a train station that is still in opperation and is home to the Boonton Bombers athletic teams.
Current day Boonton is located about a mile up the Rockaway River from Old Boonton, which has been under the Jersey City Reservior since 1902.
by Field Playa November 4, 2010