TOO MANY NIGHTS! and not enough responsibilities!
25 January 2009
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
DON'T go to the movies with four people and then have three of those people try to leave in the same car. It will, apparently, end in a hideous cacophony of tears and madness? Although, the previous, inevitable Chil-fil-a dinner will be worth more than anything that is of consequence for the next thirty years.
DON'T! ride in your best friend's girl friend's suburban that has bald front tires and horrible power steering issues and is full of close to 1000lbs of amps, equipment and people for three hours across some of the most barren and deserted Florida terrain. Why in the hell anyone ever decided it was a good idea to make settlements here is completely beyond me. The trees seriously look like razor blades and pieces of lizards.
DO! however, after surviving the previous insanities of the trek, play an all day show featuring some of the best grindcore and death metal bands out there, and meet some of the most interesting and genuinely nice people the world has to offer.
You should ALSO execute a phenomenal performance and sell tons of hand-made and hard-worked upon merchandise to scores of new fans that are also those incredibly amazing people that you would have never met in your life if you had not risked it in a death-trap automobile.
TRUST ME! in the fact that nothing can compare to the sense of family that I felt yesterday in company of people that I hardly knew and, sadly, may never see again. It was great. No other word can describe it. Except, maybe chaos, death-metal bbq!/block party!, or death-metal flea market and country store!
I am also beginning to regret the fact that I do not own a decent camera. Someone buy me one.
Here is a picture of a flea market for aesthetic and emphatic purposes.
DON'T! ride in your best friend's girl friend's suburban that has bald front tires and horrible power steering issues and is full of close to 1000lbs of amps, equipment and people for three hours across some of the most barren and deserted Florida terrain. Why in the hell anyone ever decided it was a good idea to make settlements here is completely beyond me. The trees seriously look like razor blades and pieces of lizards.
DO! however, after surviving the previous insanities of the trek, play an all day show featuring some of the best grindcore and death metal bands out there, and meet some of the most interesting and genuinely nice people the world has to offer.
You should ALSO execute a phenomenal performance and sell tons of hand-made and hard-worked upon merchandise to scores of new fans that are also those incredibly amazing people that you would have never met in your life if you had not risked it in a death-trap automobile.
TRUST ME! in the fact that nothing can compare to the sense of family that I felt yesterday in company of people that I hardly knew and, sadly, may never see again. It was great. No other word can describe it. Except, maybe chaos, death-metal bbq!/block party!, or death-metal flea market and country store!
I am also beginning to regret the fact that I do not own a decent camera. Someone buy me one.
Here is a picture of a flea market for aesthetic and emphatic purposes.
21 January 2009
Lies, literally.
Hearts are not hearts
are not noise
are not saviors
are not pie and whipping cream
are not broken crayons mushed and nearly colorless
are not sunsets
are not letters
are not dew and the smell of warming air
are not birds chirps and trills
are not swirls and sailing pallettes of lined paper
are not christmas carols that I only know the first verse too
are not every note on the piano cello clarinet guitar banjo periwinkles
are not the guts to give your name and number and skin and bones and garbage to all the people you will never know
are not the things that you will always know.
Hearts are always where you want to go.
Hearts are never fast or slow.
Hearts will never rhyme, you know.
Because hearts beat whether we tell them to
or not
are not noise
are not saviors
are not pie and whipping cream
are not broken crayons mushed and nearly colorless
are not sunsets
are not letters
are not dew and the smell of warming air
are not birds chirps and trills
are not swirls and sailing pallettes of lined paper
are not christmas carols that I only know the first verse too
are not every note on the piano cello clarinet guitar banjo periwinkles
are not the guts to give your name and number and skin and bones and garbage to all the people you will never know
are not the things that you will always know.
Hearts are always where you want to go.
Hearts are never fast or slow.
Hearts will never rhyme, you know.
Because hearts beat whether we tell them to
or not
20 January 2009
Pre-curse-ory(hahaha)
IF the formatting of this is somehow MESSED UP...I am going to KILL google...
Most times, I hate this blinking cyclops'
constantly, flashing cursor.
It seems as if its always asking me,
"What are you doing?
What are you waiting for?"
blink blink blink
"Type what you mean to say, because you will never say it aloud."
With it's phrasing always in threes.
A flashing pupil of an unblinking, heartless mass of waves and wires.
It screams perfection!
While, I, can only dream.
Yet, sometimes...
The blank, uninterruptable, stare
of this modular beast
Grants me fluidity and eloquence!
Fearlessness I can not know!
The cold and one-eyed stare-downer,
cradles all that shit that rests just beneath my lower eyelid and then spills onto the canvas that starts at the
blink blink blink
Most times, I hate this blinking cyclops'
constantly, flashing cursor.
It seems as if its always asking me,
"What are you doing?
What are you waiting for?"
blink blink blink
"Type what you mean to say, because you will never say it aloud."
With it's phrasing always in threes.
A flashing pupil of an unblinking, heartless mass of waves and wires.
It screams perfection!
While, I, can only dream.
Yet, sometimes...
The blank, uninterruptable, stare
of this modular beast
Grants me fluidity and eloquence!
Fearlessness I can not know!
The cold and one-eyed stare-downer,
cradles all that shit that rests just beneath my lower eyelid and then spills onto the canvas that starts at the
blink blink blink
19 January 2009
The internet hi-jacked the internet!
Today...I was only allowed, by my internet connection, to look at myspace. And, that was it. No aim. No google. No email. JUST MYSPACE. Murderous assholes!! bright-house My ASS! It made me think of that internet neutrality act bullshit( google it haha) that was happening a year or so ago, and how fucked up that would be. Why limit such a perfect and pure media space. I mean, doesn't that go directly against the ideaology of free enterprise and competition and all capitalistic rhetoric that america loves to dance around in constantly?
18 January 2009
Dear god in HEAVEN.
WARNING!!!!!!!!
PRETENTIOUS MUSICAL OPINIONS AHEAD!!!
READ ON IF YOU DARE!!!!
Give up the Ghost is one the most beautiful hardcore bands of all time. From the lyrics to the compostion of every song, it all just always blows me away...
There is
SO much beauty in NOISE!!
If you don't believe me then listen to Burial Hex.
Rant.
Umm fuck Chuck Palahniuk? He is not awesome, only controversial. Just because something is shocking doesn't make it art... If that was true murderers would be artists, and they ARE NOT. Just like photographers and ummm Movie making people?
PRETENTIOUS MUSICAL OPINIONS AHEAD!!!
READ ON IF YOU DARE!!!!
Give up the Ghost is one the most beautiful hardcore bands of all time. From the lyrics to the compostion of every song, it all just always blows me away...
There is
SO much beauty in NOISE!!
If you don't believe me then listen to Burial Hex.
Rant.
Umm fuck Chuck Palahniuk? He is not awesome, only controversial. Just because something is shocking doesn't make it art... If that was true murderers would be artists, and they ARE NOT. Just like photographers and ummm Movie making people?
17 January 2009
BLUGHGHGGEGUGHEHGHQUEGHEGHFGHFFFFFFHEG.
I predict, hopefully...that today will be COMPLETELY uneventful. I want to just sit around and not deal with anything or anyone. Sometimes I think I have that phobia of going outside? Agoraphobia, I think. Maybe...hopefully?
FIREFOX CRASHED AND THE REST OF THIS BLOG HAS BEEN LOST FOREVER.
Here is all you get...
Imagine what could have been...
FIREFOX CRASHED AND THE REST OF THIS BLOG HAS BEEN LOST FOREVER.
Here is all you get...
Imagine what could have been...
16 January 2009
O! America...
So full of boredom
and complacency
and mediocrity,
and consequently,
Technology!?
Or is the state of The States
the consequence of our simplicity?
What am I saying!?
What does this have
To do with me.
I mean, Even I!
Place myself before
Various screens
and let them bleed
Things into my eyes.
Or is it that my eyes
Fell pressed to pry
things from them?
Born to always seek to find?
and complacency
and mediocrity,
and consequently,
Technology!?
Or is the state of The States
the consequence of our simplicity?
What am I saying!?
What does this have
To do with me.
I mean, Even I!
Place myself before
Various screens
and let them bleed
Things into my eyes.
Or is it that my eyes
Fell pressed to pry
things from them?
Born to always seek to find?
15 January 2009
~Unexpected
Interestingly enough...people are actually going to read this? I am impressed with them and their supportive natures, howevuh!,(illegal exclaimation substitution)none of it will make sense. I promise. :D
14 January 2009
How could you do it?
One
Solitary staring eye
In this quiet mirror
Red and drunk.
In here, mired
Are all of these inhuman,
Careless ways.
Fucked.
Solitary staring eye
In this quiet mirror
Red and drunk.
In here, mired
Are all of these inhuman,
Careless ways.
Fucked.
07 January 2009
Word association.
Scar saint sektor what we neglect poison enevlope carousel quartz quellar( not a word ) sanctioned even square nevermind wainright godsend calloway beer squeak gellar michele angel douce GOD negro frijoles such hot nerve damage Kerouac ginsberg mailman nevermore
THat is good enought I think.
THat is good enought I think.
05 January 2009
Recluse's Requiem!(I don't know what that means
, but I certainly like the sound of it)
Where I want to be?
Alone,
Empty sea, tentaclese!
Take me down, under
you and bury me deep
way out west on sunset street.
You are such an idiot, and unoriginal.
Where I want to be?
Alone,
Empty sea, tentaclese!
Take me down, under
you and bury me deep
way out west on sunset street.
You are such an idiot, and unoriginal.
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