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Saturday, August 5th, 2006
8:40 pm	Apology to Francis Bunk from the Infatigable Father Time The moment you become one of the pirates The moment you no longer are a child The moment you first understand your dreams are not worthwhile When all of a sudden the mall makes sense And it's not a cynic's favorite game To see the vapid breezes swirling in the storefronts How abruptly the universe curdles Makes sour the once sweet cream you bathed in While imagining your magic worlds Orlehans was inundated X Panther drowned, he died a vagrant's death And you didn't even notice You promised yourself you wouldn't grow up You wouldn't be one of them You wouldn't change for anyone But it's over And inside You weep......................... Current Mood: defeated Current Music: Soundgarden- Badmotorfinger (Comment on this)
Monday, May 15th, 2006
11:10 pm	Dazzlements of accidents rejoice their doom Triapses of lithographic valueless vague portraits. Unused and gained by those around. Forbidden measures by unpainted furniture salesmen. Those salesmen- with their hammers and burlap. Those salesmen- spaceships taming the jungle. Those salesmen- chakrams asunder rending to shreds. Tsheo lsnseenm- dithering 128bit MP3s FOR FREE AT WWW.ADVERTISINGSCAM.COM Those leesmens- tintinnabulation SHARING flak. Those all-too-common redundant bureaucrats. BURGERSFRENCHFRIESICECOLDBEVERAGESMcRIBWICHCOUNTFATULA Current Mood: high Current Music: Guero- Beck (Comment on this)
Tuesday, May 9th, 2006
1:28 pm	Lahst veek ouf klausses THIS TIME OF YEAR -a poem .The brain-scratches are coming to an end. ..The snapdragons and forcynthias and nasturtiums are bursting into color. ...Light and shadow are exchanged at this time of year with flagrant disregard for comfort. ....The dyed-hair, pierced-lip crowd's poetry is seeing less images of razors and wrists as they move on to other pap and nonsense. .....Urges level out, relationships cease bitterly and I see the most beautiful violence and hear delightful quarrels. ......The stay-at-home non-moms are getting their lips, breasts and asses stuffed with plastic, keeping up for one more summer with their imagined adversaries, their sugardaddies' secretaries. .......My little room has one hell of a view. ......Smoke rises from the barbeques, carrying the saliva-spurring scent of seasoned meats. .....The people gather round to rattle the timbers, rouse the crew and slake their thirsts. ....Irksome twits of the lower atmosphere plough their proboscises into our skin and draw out our red red lifeblood. ...Wind and rain are sparse at this time of year as we scramble to memorize what must be memorized. ..The marigolds and daffodils and rhotodendrons fill our eyes with yellows and blues. .The struggles are coming to an end. Current Mood: Blissblackperturiqued Current Music: Speak Like a Child- Herbie Hancock (Comment on this)
Tuesday, May 2nd, 2006
6:03 pm	Enumerated Truth Proclamation -They faked the moon landing -They don't tell you that recycling hurts the planet and the economy -They tell you LSD is the same thing as heroin -They tell you God's on their side -They haven't freed anyone but themselves -They want you to die before age 65 -They want you to sacrifice your children for the sake of the military-industrial complex -They use puritanical ideologies to prevent gender equality -They skirt around the law to keep minorities from succeeding -They sicked dogs and firehoses on peaceful activists -They wear $1000 ties -They kill foreign leaders that could bring peace to the world -They slaughtered indigenous people for practicing their religion -They reward atrocities committed by the figureheads they install -They manufacture social unrest and export it daily -They want you to buy a new car -They want you to buy cheesy cologne -They want you to eat toxic additives -They hide hazardous materials from those at risk -They trick their own people into following orders -They see the destruction of the world as an escape plan -They won't last much longer -They don't know what they're up against -They can't see the storm on the horizon -----------We won't take any more shit from the zeitgeist. Current Mood: accomplished Current Music: DJ Food- Turtle Soup (Comment on this)
Thursday, April 6th, 2006
10:53 am	Let dreams be the breath of your mind Ever have one of those dreams where you wake up and go "What the fuck?" Yeah.......... It all starts with me playing a sweet Alembic bass- striped through-neck, envelope controls, the whole nine yards- and then I crawl inside of a tree and end up in a mix between one of the hell levels of Doom, the library and a silent but elaborate and dangerous factory. I take a seat on a beanbag chair in the middle of shelves and shelves of otherworldly specimens in jars and this guy comes up to me and says, "Hey, you tabled?" "Of golf!" I reply. Then he prepares some works, puts a tourniquet on me and shoots some heavy white into my arm. I moan and slink down in my seat, which has turned into a throne of human body parts, and then it all goes dark. (I actually wake up at this point and I am strung the fuck out as though I really just did smack and I go take a leak. My pupils are even dilated and I can barely stand up and everything. I guess the whole context and state-dependent memory thing is for real.) I get back into bed and I'm immediately in the same place I was, except now the Doom-esque attributes are gone and it's just a factory-library hybrid with seriously twisted architecture. I go down a non-euclidean staircase to the library basement: a cyberpunk bar with faceless screamburger people plugged into hookah-looking things surrounded by St. Elmo's fire. I'm greeted by Will Farrell and Jackie Chan and I can't remember the transition, but we end up exchanging gunfire. I pick up what lookes like an FN2000 with a vertical foregrip instead of a grenade launcher and blow them both away. The people at the bar haven't moved. I climb a catwalk sort of thing and encounter one of the study cubicles just sort of suspended in the air with Amanda sitting at it reading. She asks what's up and I tell her there's dead people in the basement. She continues reading. I get to the balcony of Hosmer (no idea how) and it's just flat- no seats- so I just stand there. Demitri from the Daily Show approaches me and shows me a bag marked HNNPG. He asks if I'd like to buy some heroin, but the bag is full of pebbles and he doesn't seem to notice. An old Jeep Cherokee pulls up and honks and we both get in. When we get into the car, we step into my room, I say "Bye", Demitri leaves, I lay down and then my alarm rings. BLIP BLIP BLIPIPIPIP.......reality. *sigh* Current Mood: confused Current Music: Ween- The Mollusk (Comment on this)
Wednesday, April 5th, 2006
3:48 pm	Fret for your hairpiece Product Warnings 5-MeO-DMT -Do not drive -Do not operate heavy machinery -Do not stand up MDMA -May cause profession of undying love for complete strangers, curtains, etc. -Avoid prolonged exposure to strobe lights if you experience nickel-sized pupils (and you will) -May cause spontaneous formation of cuddle-puddles LSD -May cause 90-minute drum solos -May cause cascading waterfalls of saliva to pour from mouth upon consumption of Starburst or similar candies -Avoid viewings of Hellraiser movies -Do not stop in bat country Cannabis -May cause picnics in elevators -Objects are less edible than they appear -Avoid prolonged exposure to anything demanding -May cause macrame Water -EXPLOSIVE: Contains Hydrogen and Oxygen -May cause urination -Is not worth over $1.00, ever Current Mood: hungry Current Music: Radiohead- OK Computer (Comment on this)
Monday, April 3rd, 2006
4:51 pm	Wade the tides that turn In our dusty desperate future, hearing distant desperate screams An illuminated, phosphorescent dark age in its dawn Terrain of mind is bleak and blank and withering to waste Dismal Dire Gutted by fire and Abandoned Forgotten Stripped of all hope Faded neon lights compose the breath of ancient dreams With eliminated consequences, all creations gone Scattered chaff is all that’s left of challenges we faced Shattered Vacant Barely a reminder to Focus Inward And live our own lives ...........it needs work, but I think it has potential. I'm thinking the verses should be in double time and more acoustic-oriented with some electronic effects/noise and then tumultuous and very heavy antiphons in normal meter. A massive upheaval with some elaborate harmonies and immense presence could make a good ending. Current Music: Tool- AEnima (Comment on this)
Monday, March 27th, 2006
1:08 pm	Cirque Lysergique at the Passout County Fair I fondly recall chewing on bits of paper throughout elementary school- I suppose I was training for this weekend. It all began with the king arriving for to acquire the magical parchment as many of his subjects already had. I devoured a pizza roll before my appetite vanished, so as to not be overcome with discomfort. Praises be to the strobe light, unnerving the majority and inducing eyegasms for others; it was flashing for so long it got tired and choppy, forcing us to resort to using a computer program upstairs to complement Infected Mushroom's outrageous sonic works. Various vibes sprung up and faded at seemingly random intervals, although corresponding to the presence of certain individuals (Pukey McCrycry and said person's crew, to be specific). Our shaman had left for Florida that morning, leaving his room to be declared "The Passout County Courthouse", Honbl. Judge Buchta presiding. "Reflection" never sounded so incredible. Whole messes of other stuff.............. Current Mood: content Current Music: Tool- Lateralus (Comment on this)
Tuesday, March 21st, 2006
7:11 pm	Bone Saw Symphony pt II ....just then, Chewbacca was raped by a slot machine in the parking lot! Meanwhile, the Baron of Hell from Doom shouted "I NEED SCISSORS! 67!" Wit-story eczema-semination iced! Nun-Tea-Fore Purse-Ent! aaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnnnnddddddddTHEBIGBLUETOE! 12345678910111213141516171819202122232425262728293031323334353637383900000000000000000000000000000000111111110001010011010010100101011100101010110101001010101001001000001111101001001010110011001010010100101010111001001010001000011111001001000111100100101000101101001010111001010010100001010101010101010101101001010010101001020010010010101011110001010010101010101001001001011101010101001000101000 SEA-CREPE MASSAGE! Current Mood: crazy Current Music: Dizzy Gillespie- Pickin' the Cabbage (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Sunday, March 5th, 2006
4:54 pm	little break from writing a paper 12-Bur Blooz HERMONICKY: 2d 3d 4d 5 5d^^5 4b 3d 2d 3d 4d 5 5od5 4d 3bb 1 2 3 3bb 3b 3bb 3 2 2d 3d 4d 5o 5od 5o 4d 4b/3d 1 2 3 3bb 3b 3bb 6o^^^^^^^ 5\/\/\/\/\/\//\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\// 2d 3d 4d 5 5d 5o/6/7/7d 10od 1^^2^^b^^r(G) I do lurve the hermonicky! Ply lurve swongs int blooz swunks awl deay undit. Learning technique, lip split again modifyin style with a fiddle flaming piledriver liquefied and macerated gastric altercation sated battery anvils and hammer my bones symphony backburner in prose ................all praises be to the glory honor violence sEx lust hate sickness beauty sound voice speaking words and spilling blood, taking no prisoners for an answer. Embrace the new technique, don't shit where you eat. (sound advice at any age) Current Mood: busy Current Music: Uninvisible- Medeski, Martin & Wood (Comment on this)
Thursday, March 2nd, 2006
5:19 pm	Alphabet A is for aspirin, the first drug you'll swallow, it won't be your last, tons of others will follow. B is for Booze, it fucks with your head. "Who is this person beside me in bed?" C is for Cocaine, not addictive, you say? You just rail it 'for fun'... seven times every day. D is for DXM, four different levels, the highest of these makes you feel like the devil. E is for Ecstasy, gets you hyped beyond measure, makes grinding your teeth into dust quite a pleasure. F is for Fentanyl, hazardous stuff, got no perscription? You'll end up in cuffs. G is for GHB, they'll pass out without fail- JUST SAVE SOME FOR YOURSELF, YOU'LL BE GANG-RAPED IN JAIL! H is for Heroin, snort it or shoot, orgasmic, regardless, you're still gonna boot. I is for Inhalants, smart move there, guy. Now all you can move without help is your eye. J is for Joint, if you're caught, here's relief: say you've never inhaled then sing 'Hail to the Chief'. K is for Ketamine, bizarre and exotic, you find it in clubs where the music's robotic. L is for LSD, take a hit and you'll see that your lamp's talking Freud with a moose in a tree. M is for Mushrooms. Dave Matthews? Hooray! I followed a stamp to the windmill today. N is for Nitrous, for giggles and such, but if you want to pass tests, then it doesn't help much. O is for Opium, trippy and numb, no wonder they started wars over this gum. P is for PCP, has quite a sting: you could kill a few cops and not remember a thing. Q is for Quaaludes, now you have no more cares, it seems like a laugh when you fall down the stairs. R is for Ritalin, when a kid's not attentive, though a kick in the butt seems a better incentive. S is for Salvia, a weird sort of smoke, a strange world spews forth from your head when you toke. T is for Toad Venom, not easy to find, take a hit, breathe it out, leave your body behind. U is for something, I haven't a clue, don't know any drugs by this letter, do you? V is for Viagra, when your unit's kaput just take one of these then stand up and salute. W is for Weed, in a rolled cigarette... What's that? I said 'joint'? When you're stoned, you forget. X is for Xanax, helps anxiety. Side effects? No problem, just go back to V. Y is for Yopo, a thick vile brew, hold it down long enough and God answers to you. Z is for Zoloft, Zyprexia, Zyban, Zolpidem, Zopiclone, Zantac and more, the pharm industry, there isn't a pill they won't whore. Current Mood: silly Current Music: Bean Time- Leo Kottke (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, February 22nd, 2006
9:08 pm	...that's why all the folks on Rockytop get their corn from a jar. THE WAY THE RIVER GOES -pile of french fries -the cheese envelope -envelope filter -screamburger people -having a siezure in a crowded elevator with a tray full of food in your hands -two times round goes the Reuben James, suddenly it hits -licking stamps (pornographicalitificticiousnessnicity) -CLARITY: IT AIN'T REAL, RELAX -A sea of Ibids in the footnotes -IT AIN'T FUCKING REAL, RELAX -STUCK OUT HERE IN THE SAND stop THEY SHOT MY MULE AND BURNED MY WAGON stop RAN OUT OF SOURDOUGH THREE DAYS AGO stop AIN'T GOT NO MORE LARD stop GOD BLESS ALL YOU FOLKS stop SIMPLY PUT: Those were the best Starburst I ever had. Current Mood: introspective Current Music: Sucerful of Secrets (Comment on this)
Thursday, February 2nd, 2006
9:45 pm	Every year is getting shorter.... This is the last thing I will write before I turn 19. Where is the mind or soul itself? Thinkers have pondered this question for ages. I'll take this opporitunity to express my own opinion. The human brain is composed of approximately 100 billion neurons, each with its own super-specialized function. From there, it contains about 50 trillion synapses- each .25 millionths of an inch across. These gaps are invisible to the naked eye and even to a great deal of sophisticated microscopy equipment. Although each synapse is so miniscule and barely significant in size, amazing things happen there every microsecond of every day. Inside of one neuron, a signal received at the dendrites irritates the cell into building up a stockpile of the nervous system's equivalent to gunpowder. Once enough is bult up in the neuron's soma, a chemical impulse travels down the axon, opening pores on the cell, trading one kind of ion on the inside for another kind on the outside. Once this chemical impulse reaches the terminals of the axon, beads of neurotransmitters burst and drift across the synapse to lock into the next neuron's dendrite receptor sites. Then the process begins all over again. Within each synapse is a different concentration of different neurotransmitters that are in specific cycles of their respective amounts- what's happening in that tiny gap is the closest thing to magic that reality has to offer. The collective effect of these chemical concentrations are responsible for everything we experience: thought, food, emotion, love, paranoia and delusion all cascade through synapse after synapse. And, when it all boils down to it, what we experience is all we really are. I truly believe that the human soul is made up of 50 trillion tiny pieces all working together to produce the most remarkable and beautiful phenomenon in existence. But what happens to all this when we die? Some have been unnerved by this explanation, since it seems to leave no place for any kind of 'afterlife,' but let me explain what I think about that. When one thinks of an influential person, what names come to mind? Thomas Aquinas, Abraham Lincoln, Martin Luther King Jr., Freidrich Nietszche, Igor Stravinsky, Marie Curie, St. John the Revelator, etc. Famous names, recognizable all over the world. However, we are ALL influential people. One decision, one act, one idea, one facial expression, one greeting we communicate- these can all completely change the path of someone else's life completely. And by changing one person's life, we change the lives of people whe've never even met, and their descendents and so on. One little thing we do that gets stuck inside the memory and, in turn, chemistry of another's brain. Every day, completely unwittingly, we all change everything. We leave ourselves behind in the collective effect of our actions during our lifetimes, however big or small they are. Our souls are carried on forever- broken up within the souls of everyone we meet and everyone they meet. Whether or not there's any way to experience this once these big sacks of protein and water we call our bodies decompose can't be ascertained. But during our lives, we can rest assured that our lives continue once our souls no longer exist. I'm not trying to make anyone who reads this agree with me, I'm just putting it out there. Current Mood: enthralled Current Music: Pink Floyd- The Dark Side of the Moon (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, January 5th, 2006
6:15 pm	Shorter of breath and one day closer to death Swingline! Wicker furniture rebates Hahn Solo and diazepam speed dates Doughnut holes and digital watches Four flights of stairs to the cellophane foxes Dissarronno on the rocks, coming right up Smurf mattress blast furnace, hold out your cup Cuz I'm ready as a bastard and eager as a bitch To inject you with the medicine that scratches your itch Metaphors and caviar flying out my talk-hole Devil incarnate hov'ring over a packed bowl Popping and locking like a laser-dicked wizard Giving mo props to my man, Eddie Izzard So tear down the reflex, reveal the complex Wholesale violence and 3D-dreamed sex Boosting profits and laying off sentinels AGENT SMITH GOES TO WASHINGTON available retail I got cock-blocked cops chewing on their whistles Spreading more lyrics that radiate like missiles (kazoo solo) Current Mood: terrified Current Music: Nine Inch Nails- With Teeth (Comment on this)
Friday, December 2nd, 2005
2:04 pm	Hurray for procrastination and excessive inebriants Jesus Spearfishing Christ! It's already December! This semester has gone by ridiculously fast and I couldn't really keep up. I have to be prepared to do my best next semester because I blew off so many responsibilities this time. But it's a lesson I needed to learn. I'm sure I have a nothing point zero in chemistry, but I'm not worried. Things will go better the next time around. Christmas is rapidly approaching like an fully-equipped tank of red and green and I'm completely broke aside from the $60 on my Bear Express. That's enough to get something totally unheartfelt and shitty from the college store for everyone and I'll feel like a complete prick when my family opens them. That is unless I can have more money sent to me so I can go into town and get some REAL presents. This weekend is going to be half last-chance-to-Bachannale-of-the-semester and half Oh-my-GOD-I-need-to-do-so-much-fucking-work!-fest. Current Mood: non-Euclidian Current Music: Navicon Torture Technologies- Restless Machinery (Comment on this)
Monday, November 28th, 2005
5:01 pm	Sittin' in the kitchen wishin' I was livin' like a hitman The door swung open in the wrong direction that day But she tossed her head demurely twixt her shoulders Hair motion Like a puddle on a windy day "With an ounce of pain I win a ton of rage" I beg your pardon? When the intentions are no longer clear, I can see the cellist playing the strings and tottering bands of light This has all been the manifestation of something outside the realm of understanding Something else ...........................music The linoleum, like a field laid fallow, cools my aching face But my teeth still grind Right there, that was a piece of one of them, wasn't it? Breathing shallow, the antelope with maggots in his heel gives up Here comes the beast that bit me to finish the job I hope this is all a dream Or rather someone else's dream Because, in a way, I AM happy here and I know that what isn't really there .........................................never really ends One day... I might be able to... Because... it's already begun Current Music: Soundgarden- Down on the Upside (Comment on this)
12:15 pm	Things I have yet to try that I assume would be enjoyable or worthwhile -Skiing -Snowboarding -Riding a motorcycle (non-sidecar) -Riding a horse in the open country -N,N-DMT -Babysitting for money -Hunting -Successful fishing -Impressionist painting technique -Ice skating -Surfing -Frog legs -Firing a gun larger than .38 caliber -Getting a tattoo -Getting something pierced -Getting a driver's license -Driving a really fancy car -Preparing and presenting a 7 course meal -Beer bong -Real bong taller than 7'4" -Wearing four pairs of socks at once -Camping -Performing an original non-instrumental song -Going further south than Assateague Island, further north than Montreal, further west than Buffalo or further east than Montawk Point -Traveling to another continent -Indian chants backwards through a Vocoder while accompanying myself on the electric cello, which I ain't never studied (Does he say 'Native American' or 'Indian'? I can't remember) -Growing facial hair -Attending mass at a famous gospel church -Meeting a celebrity I admire -Full-fledged food fight -Smoking weed on the beach -Rioting Current Mood: Kierkergaardian Current Music: The Beatles- Magical Mystery Tour (Comment on this)
Tuesday, November 8th, 2005
4:28 pm	Wir fahr'n, fahr'n, fahr'n auf der Autobahn Clearly there's been a misunderstanding, your honor. Yes, peyote was involved, but only for spiritual purposes. Yes, your honor, I consider driving on the highway to be a spiritual ritual. Your honor, the young lady in question had informed me she was, and I quote, "At least 21." Yes, sir, she really said that. No, sir, I'm not sure. I'm very sorry for lying, your honor. Pardon? OH, the duck; well, that was her idea, I swear to god. Well, your honor, I personally wouldn't say it was technically pornography, I mean, we all had socks on. Yes, even the duck was wearing socks. To be honest, I'm not sure where we obtained the duck's socks. It could have been L.L. Bean, I'm not certain. I'm very sorry, your honor, I was not aware there was no smoking in your court. Yes, your honor,I will put my shoes back on if you insist. Um....... tobacco. Cannabis? No, thank you, I don't like shellfish. LET GO OF ME! Your honor, get these pigs out of my sight before I burn this fucking courthouse down! Sorry for yelling, your honor. It shouldn't happen again. What? I can't listen to my iPod, either? What kind of fucking hearing is this? I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO GET THESE COPS AWAY FROM ME! NO, I WON'T CALM DOWN! GIVE ME THAT FUCKING GAVEL! NO, *YOU'RE* OUT OF ORDER, YOU CROSS-DRESSING DIPSHIT! LET ME THE FUCK GO! YOU HAVEN'T SEEN THE LAST OF ME, MR. JUDGE-FACE! Current Mood: cold Current Music: Kraftwerk- Autobahn (Comment on this)
Friday, November 4th, 2005
5:50 am	Goddamn, it's 6am and I'm still awake goddamn Well, my mind is swirling like a roulette wheel full of colorful liquids, so I might as well make some lists: AWESOME BAND NAMES Teratoma Oatmeal Perverts The Note Fuckers di$count$ & $aving$ Tatooine Trilobites Trilobite Farm Ganzfeld Panorama George W Bush is a Fucking Liar Pants Puppets (I'm sure this one is taken) COCKTAILS WITH INGREDIENTS REMINISCENT OF THEIR NAMES The Staten Island: Piss and Vinegar The "Dubya": an empty, white glass The Los Angeles: Piss and Vinegar with Organic Guava Juice The Jack Johnson: 1 blended Dylan album with LOTS of water and Sap The Elvis Presley: 1 blended blues musician with LOTS of water and some Ludes The John Wayne: Whiskey, 1 blended actor and LOTS of water The Godsmack: 1 blended Alice in Chains album with LOTS of water okay, I've worn that one out NEW ADJECTIVES WITHOUT DEFINITIONS Cienemetory Halifactual Szchlippic Hispanical WHY IT'S OKAY TO MESS WITH TEXAS Dallas/Fort Worth county is shaped like a penis It's way tiny compared to Alaska They make a lot of crystal meth and ugly children there They call soda 'pop' They're, get this, still AFRAID OF GAYS AND BLACKS HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA They work real hard for such shitty iced tea Their townies thought they could stop civil rights from happening HAHA, fucking morons They have sex with armadillos and cacti- seriously, they ALL do THINGS THAT ALMOST RHYME WITH ORANGE, SORT OF Lozenge dammit, that's all for now Current Mood: Szchlippic Current Music: None, because lazy bones o'er yonder is still sawing logs (Comment on this)
Sunday, October 30th, 2005
3:56 pm	The ringmaster's Telecaster rings out on an empty stage .....What little there is left is buried too deep inside to find..... ..........I will always stare out from behind these eyes............. ...................To believe is not to notice....................... ....................Belief is just your faith........................ ................But faith can't help you to escape................... ..............To see your reflection in broken glass................. .......Makes you tackle the man with the brick in his hands.......... .............................Yourself................................ ...................And you see nobody else around.................... ........................You self-destructive......................... ...........................Self-loathing............................. ..........................Self-sabotaging............................ .............................Pathetic................................ ................................Lost................................. ....................................Child............................ ..................................................................... Current Mood: ............wall Current Music: Eels- Daisies of the Galaxy (Comment on this)