"Dear Santa..."

sound : Six Days At The Bottom Of The Ocean - Explosions in the Sky

my xmas wishlist for this year.... i know i wont get any of this but i'm a hopeless dreamer.... so here goes....

• Bonnaroo Tickets
• Apple Mac Book Pro
• 80 gig iPOD
• Eastwood Airline 3P Deluxe
• a vacation
• $25,000 to get debt-free
• tickets to a TOOL concert
• meet Devendra Banhart
• attain nirvana
• (the usual) world peace
  

"It was gorgeousness and gorgeousity made flesh...."

sound : The Woods - Pelican

Upcoming concerts that I am (and/or) want to go to:

RHCP - 1/28

Joe Bonnamassa - 2/14

Deerhoof - 2/18

Explosions in the Sky - 3/10

Yokoshima's Swansong

The room was oddly cold for the middle of September. It was too early for the weather to be that cool. From the middle of the ceiling hangs an incandescent bulb lighting the whole room in its hot yellow light, slightly moving to a non-existing current.

In the room there is furniture, not like a page from an interior decoration magazine, but just enough furniture to get one through the day. The walls were full of writing and paint splashes in a myriad of colors, on the wall facing the door there was a huge water stain that looked oddly like the silhouette of the king.

The writings on the wall ranged from esoteric symbols, half formed words to fully formed sentences, and even a whole paragraph in one instance. On the top right hand corner of all four walls was a painfully reproduced hendecagram. The significance of this symbol is known only to the artist.

Back to the furniture in the room: there was a small cot in one corner of the room; a table and a chair in another, the table had a turntable on it and was piled high with books and records; and in the third corner of the room was an electronic keyboard on a stand with a small stool in front of it and an old acoustic guitar with a circle drawn on it lying beside the keyboard. The bed looked unused.

The books on the table were on a plethora of subjects ranging from Buddhism to art criticism to the occult. One book lying open on the table had the words “desert of the real” underlined in green ink.

The floor of the room was littered with clothing and old food wrappers but there was a circle in the middle of the room clear of all clutter, whose circumference was lined with eleven scented candles so as to reproduce the location of the vertices of the hendecagram, the eleven pointed star. That’s where Yokoshima sat.

His skin was a sickly, almost jaundiced yellow. So pale that one could see the veins through his skin. He had very light, almost white, blond hair that would reach down to the small of his back if it were not tied in a bun on the top of his head with a pair of chopsticks. His features were soft, almost woman-like. His eyes were red like the eyes of a mythical Japanese dragon and he had a triangle tattooed on his left cheek.

Yokoshima was a person with albinism.

He sat on the floor in the lotus position, naked. The skin on his body did not look so pale; this was because of the fact that his whole torso was tattooed with a collage of pictures and writing. The most prominent of which was a poem written in Latin that spiraled from over where his heart would be located on his chest. This poem was tattooed over a red hendecagram.

The only sound to be heard was the song “Everything In Its Right Place” by Radiohead being played on the turntable. The spiraling loops of voice and sound sounding ambient through hazy ears. Yokoshima sits there, singing along with Thom Yorke.

“Yesterday I woke up sucking a lemon.
Yesterday I woke up sucking a lemon.
Yesterday I woke up sucking a lemon…”

The track ends, the stylus makes a clicking noise only to be greeted by a gunshot.

Yokoshima looks down at his right hand, on which he holds the gun backwards. Then he looks further down at his chest and sees a bit of smoke rising from the puncture wound in his chest. It looks like he shot a bullet through the bull’s eye of a spiral target.

Strangely it is a sense of calm relief that he feels after performing the macabre deed, no fear or sadness, just a sense of calm, soothing relief. He watches as the dark, almost black, blood flows down his pale body, contrasting against his pale, milky skin. He then hums a tune of his own creation.

The last thing Yokoshima remembers is the tingly, metallic taste of his own blood.

re-incarnate?

sound : I Can Transform Myself To Anyone I Want - Hrsta

it's christmas time again.... and it's not the same....

two years passed and the past still seems to come back and kick me in the ass.... (foot in ass, foot in ass)

loneliness.... even though i'm surrounded by people.... loneliness.....

i wish i could disappear... no bills, no school, no work, no stress..... i wish i could just drive away, into the sunset.... free myself from all constraints and just go..... with the wind..... discover everything.... discover art.... discover myself...

i miss life... i miss music.... i miss my creativity...

i miss my spirit....

"Prying open my third I"

sound : Hell if for Children - Pat Benatar

many times i get angry for reasons better kept to myself....

december first was world aids awareness day and barely anybody knew....

the weather at the homefront is stormy to say the least....

memories of better times wash over me and now i feel the tsunami coming...

money, music, sex, I.

peacerespectempathy

Dead Souls

- Joy Division

Someone take these dreams away,
That point me to another day,
A duel of personalities,
That stretch all true realities.

That keep calling me,
They keep calling me,
Keep on calling me,
They keep calling me.

Where figures from the past stand tall,
And mocking voices ring the halls.
Imperialistic house of prayer,
Conquistadors who took their share.

That keep calling me,
They keep calling me,
Keep on calling me,
They keep calling me...

Calling me....
Calling me....
Calling me....
Calling me....

That keep calling me,
Keep on calling me,
That keep calling me,
They keep calling me...

"If your having girl problems I feel bad for you son, I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't on"

sound : 99 Problems - Jay Z

Life throws you twists, lemons and everything.

Teasing you, a glimpse of boob and some skin, and then WHAM! you feel smashed into the pavement....

It's 1:54 in the morning, I need to get up at 6:30 tomorrow.....

This dance goes on and on..... Moments of despair interspersed with feelings of joy and drunken revelry.... One moment you are happy as fuck and in another moment, you aren't.....

money, life, academia, work, brains.... Fuckin' A!

"You gon' need a warrant for that!"

"Nightmare Before Christmas 3D", East Carolina vs UCF (EC wins) and karaoke with the colleagues and I stillfeel blue....

"I feel bad for you son"

Is it just me or do you feel the whole Atlas-syndrome thing going on?.... Wake up and smell the spilled sewage, we are dead inside..... Callus and hard.....Reagining normality seems so tough..... take me away, take me away....

Incredible.... Just friggin' incredible.....

This choice that I have to make is driving me insane....

I am pissed off.......

BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!

peacerespectempathy

homesickness

sound : Route 666 - God Is An Astronaut

my longest hiatus yet... what's it been?.... a month?... two months?..... fuck it... i personally don't care anymore.....

and what has happened during this time?.... a lot and yet not so much..... yeah, i went to two awesome concerts.... wolfmother and santana (last friday).... santana was great but trust me, i loved the more intimate heavier feel of wolfmother..... and not to mention the fact that andrew (guitar/vocals) and myles (drums) autographed my t-shirt...... yeah..... it was awesome..... front row and everything.... i'll be posting reviews of he concert soon.... trust me.... wolfmother for sure, and maybe santana.....

november 2nd.... the melvins are coming to town.... hmm....

what else is new with me?... well, i am going out with somebody now..... yeah, as unbelievable as it may seem.... her name is kelsey.... she was introduced to me by my friend jessie.... kelsey goes to UCF in orlando..... yeah... she's cool..... more news on that in a little bit.... and on the field we have a hairy 600 pound man in a bikini...

"thank you avi, the report about the impending doom of the planet has been proven to be true by devendra banhart!.... we met up with antony yesterday to get this message from mr banhart..."

blehh.....

seriously, i've been in a downer for the past few weeks..... i don't have any time for anything..... working 5 days a week and going to school the other two days is not something i recomend to anybody.... trust me.... you feel super drained..... there's no time to do anything.... and even if you do get some time you end up so tired that you just dont do anything.... so i decided to blog and i come online.... im looking at pitchfork and i see that my idol, devendra banhart is blogging..... i took that as a sign and here i am..... omens are all around us..... we just have to be attentive enough to see them.....

devendra banhart's blog

the things that i feel most guilty about are that i havent contacted tina and neetu in months.... i miss them both dearly... akhil blogs once in a while or sometimes i even get to im him... but tina and neetu i never see....

neet, i'm sorry i never replied to your email about your breakup with dj.... i started typing out an email that night and i had to save it as a draft as i was falling asleep.... and i never got into the groove of typing that message again.... i know, it's just an excuse but i really do feel bad..... i wish i could see you.... you guys should ome here for a visit like you promised me... ill take a few days off.... and if they dont let me do that ill quit and take a vacation (eric clapton/god knows i need it)... but yeah... you and akhil should come over..... we could have some fun here...

tina, i miss you..... a lot.... i know..... i should call you or something.... but yeah.... i miss how you were so nonchalant about the whole world and everything.... i miss your child-like aura.... i want to see you.... when are you coming here?.... it's funny how you were the only kid i used to look after during my destructive tyke years.... i would beat everybody up except you.... i miss you t... i miss my baby sister....

arun, ajnu and akhil..... well, i talk to you guys often.... especially you ajnu.... but yeah... i miss you guys too.....

fuck this.... im going to class.....

i need a drink....

peacerespectempathy

(Untitled Post)

( .............BLANK EMPTY SPACE............ )

Behold The Sounds Of Thunder!

sound : Ultra - KMFDM

To the one and a half people who not just read this, but actually listens to what I say - check these artists/bands out:

• Boris [Japanese Sludge/Doom/Drone/Stoner band]
• SunnO))) [Never play this before going to sleep. i made the mistake of doing that and WOW!]
• The Swans [Without The Swans we wouldn't have most of the Industrial and Gothic music out there now]
• Pelican
• Isis
• KMFDM [The Grand-daddy of NIN]
• Antony and the Johnsons [The lead singer is a drag-queen with the voice of an angel]
• Lustmord [Creep-fest]
• Bright Red Paper [Chill out music]
• Vashti Bunyan
• Joanna Newsum [Her voice takes a little getting used to for most but I love her]
• Devo
• CocoRosie
• Devendra Banhart [A god amongst men, a true leader if any]
• Dredg
• Early Man [\m/(*_*)\m/]
• Electric Wizard
• Fantomas
• The Melvins [The mother of all Grunge and Sludge bands]
• Cat Powers
• Godspeed You Black Emperor!
• Green Carnation
• Jesu
• John Zorn [Avante-Garde modern Jazz at it's finest]
• Khanate
• Kyuss [Stoner Rock of the gods]
• Mogwai
• My Bloody Valentine [Creators of Shoegaze, without which bands like Pelican and Isis and even A Perfect Circle wouldn't exist]
• Neurosis
• Om [They just have two albums but that's more than enough]
• The Red Sparowes
• Sigur Ros [Messages of hope delivered in "Hopelandic". Beautiful.]
• Sufjan Stevens [Melodic folk, calm and soothing yet quirky at times]
• The Sword
• Umphrey's McGee
• Wolfmother [Fun Rock N Roll that harks the monster feelings of Black Sabbath and Led Zeppelin. I'm going to see them on the 16th of September!]

Yeah, that list was more of the artists that I've gotten into of late. The genres vary from Stoner Rock to Doom to Drone to Sludge to Folk to plain Jane balls-hanging-to-the-floor Rock N Roll.

Trust me people, if you get the chance, check these folks out... It will be worth your time.

peacerespectempathy

Guitar Feedback: electric noise-scapes (SEND IN THE NUNS!)

sound : Feedbacker Part 4 - Boris

The sound of guitar feedback soothes me.

I am not saying that I find any noise soothing, just ambient (ambient-ish to be more precise) noise. I find peace standing next to the huge circuit board in the stock room at work. The droning sound of electronics brings my mind to peace. Any time I am with a dumbass customer I go and stand next to the circuit breakers for a few seconds to calm myself down. Why droning noises soothe me, i know not.

In our world of processesed sounds and cheese I find solace in the droning noises of our surroundings and.... AND in the simulated nightmare-scapes created by the many Sludge, Drone, Ambient and Dark Ambient artists around today. I won't waste time in naming these before-mentioned artists but let me tell you this; the path to discovery is much more fun than anything you have ever experienced, and that goes to all the people faking orgasms daily just so that they can boast to their water dispenser buddies that they are godly beings, a gift to mankind even.

For generations the human animal has surrendered to order and repetition for peace and understanding. Religious chanting and prayer is one of the finest examples of people finding peace through repetitive noises and activities. Tribal drumming seems pleasing to most of us for the same reason. Even mentally handicapped individuals take pleasure in repetitive patterns, it's not just that these patterns cause a feeling of well-being in the individual; these patterns bestow a feeling of security (note: the mothers heartbeat) in the individual.

Now let us take this "pattern" one step further. Remove almost all rhythm. Noise. Sounds. Aural sight.

Peace... Security... Safety... Well-being....

"Feedbacker" by Boris.

Listen, learn, love, live.

peacerespectempathy

HAPPY BIRTHDAY AJNU!!!

i'm sorry i forgot....... i am a pig!

peacerespectempathy

"Shine on you crazy diamond."

An excerpt from "Eleven Minutes" by Paolo Coelho

sound : False Light - Isis

"I'm not a body with a soul, I'm a soul that has a visible part called the body. All this week, contrary to what one might expect, I have been more conscious of the presence of this soul than usual. It didn't say anything to me, didn't critisizeme or feel sorry for me: it merely watched me."

the book is about a brazilian prostitute in switzerland looking for love, fortune and destiny.... beautiful work by PC....

peacerespectempathy

Sheesh!

sound : Alfosskor Song - Sigur Ros

i'm drunk again!... and on a weekday....

liquid coke shots kick ass!!!

peacerespectempathy

www.tmcm.com - copyright Shannon Wheeler

NWA

sound : A Sight To Behold - Devendra Banhart

"But love it could be much better.... i know....."

betwixt all of this music of our present time and space lies freak folk.... also known as acid folk or more commonly, new weird america.....

what exactly is this "new weird america"?..... everything unclassifiable and folk but not merely folk, but also having hints of jazz, classical or even spoken word poetry recital is put under this huge umbrella-genre that is still way too misunderstood (for better, if you ask me).....

joanna newsum, devendra banhart, tortoise, jackie-o motherfucker (yes, that really is their name!), vibracathedral orchestra.... what is it that these people do that makes them stand out so?.... what makes their wails and moans the essence of a the modern musical movement (agreed they have had predecessors like dylan, cohen and even cat stevens) ?.... and why do we even bother to listen to their (almost always) lo-fi recirdings of mushrooms and gasoline and rainbows and walruses?....

is this the new punk?....

i think i'm in love with joanna newsom!

peacerespectempathy

"I love you, you're my friend!" Part Deux

sound : please remember me - swans

huh?:
yesterday was hilarious.....

Aj:
uh huh

huh?:
i swear... it started out bad...
four of us went on the liquor run.... me, pedro shirley and melissa.... melissa is a kid.... she's jessie's little sister... she's 16....
well melissa came along cos she wantwed an icee....
hold on a sec....
brb

Aj:
hokaay

huh?:
ok... well...
we took an hour and a half to get melissa's slurpee cos she's all picky and stuff....
by then it's 11...
then we go to pedro's house cos pedro wanted to get stuff...
we get out of there by 11:30...
then we try all the liquor stores i knoew... all closed at 11...!!!!

Aj:
heh hehe hehe

huh?:
we go to walmart..... over there i see my druggy stoner ex-neighbour..... he directs me to an out of the way liquor store thats 24 hours but its in the
outskirts of the wotrld....
we get there fine.... as i park the girls are like... "this is like a slasher pic"...
think of the most dingiest bar you can imagine.....
like something out of AN 80S ACTION MOVIE....
its in the middle of nowhere.... the parking lot is full of trucks, bikes and stuff....

Aj:
heh heh heh

huh?:
the girls tell me they intend to dstay in the car cos they're scared.... they cluim under pedro's blanket and hide there.....
me and pedro step out..... its all quiet and stuff....
we open the door and its like the fog special effect in kairali... we're blanketed by cigarette smoke.....
the inside of the place is all dark and dirty... there's a dude passed out on a table... there's a band playing the blues... a bunch of old people
dancing.... old ladies cackling and laughing,.,,,,
they're all dressed like cowboys and stuff... the place reeks....

Aj:
eeek

huh?:
this old drunk dude with a humongous smile waves at me.... and i wave back just for fun....
then we go to the back where the store is and i buy the vodka.... but they didnt have the stuff for the girls.... light stuff.... smirnoff and stuff....
so pedro and i get back into the car with the vodka in hand and the girls finally crawl out of the blanket...
we start on our way home....
it's me driving right?.... and its the middle of nowhere...
we got lost......
we passed by an airport none of us have ever heard of before....
we went to plant city.... thats a whole other city....
and passed through a small town like place wih just like 10 buildings.... and it was all quiet... jno peopple or anything.... just like the town in house of
wax....
thats what melissa told me....
well about 2 hours later we reach home....
:D
by then people are pissed... we were gone fopr a clean 3 hours.....
they watched never been kissed on tv.... advertisements and all....
heh heh heh

Aj:
heh heh..
thts hilarious

huh?:
its just starting....
phil had to go home.... shirley's mom called her so she had to go too...
mama c...... well thats what we call jessie's mom..... mrs collard..... she took my keys saying nobody's gonna drive drunk..... :D
and we start.....
we played waterfall.... then some "i have never" game.... it was hilarious.....
at that time there was pedro, shunda, jessie, michelle, kelsey and i.....

Aj:
hee hee

huh?:
well by the end of it..... michelle was kinda wasted..... i was guzzling vodka like nobody's business so i was kinda buzzed too.... kelsey and jessie were
sorta buzzed too....

Aj:
heh heh...
yeah.. i can picture it..

huh?:
i was mixing and it was all kinda strong...
absolut with tropical fruit punch....
by the end of the day i kissed kelsey... actually i kissed everybody but me and kelsey had some tongue going....
then everybody went to sleep wherever.... i wasnt sleepy and kelsey was the only one who was awake....
we spoke till 6:30 in the morning.....
thats when i got a pissed off call from papa.... and then WW III took place when i reached home...

peacerespectempathy

"Now keep it in your pants, sucker!"

sound : sucker (feat. norah jones) - peeping tom

wow.... did i just hear norah jones say "mother fucker"?....

peacerespectempathy

23.36

sound : disintegration - the cure

and to think i was on a mini hiatus on acocunt of pseudo, cash induced happiness....

yes, yes... this is the day... the great sequence of major christo-semitic importance... the date sequencing three digits that send waves of fear down the backs of Xtian muttawas worldwide.... the day that everu esoterist wannabe goes down into their parents basement hoping for contact with mr crowley himself (screw you guys... i spoke to him last night).... break out the robert johnson records assholes.... its the day....

the sixth of july in this most horrid year of our lord saviour (?), 2006....

july 6th; 2006 Ana Domini (era vulgari)...

06/06/06

666

and what, you ask, does this have to do with anything?.... well, NOTHING!!!

ok... let me be serious here.... i'm stepping out of my "cocky i-know-it-all" ego de plume.... out of my "i-complain-a-lot-but-i-aint-emo"self.... let me get down and dirty here....

i'm fucking scared....

seriously...

i lost my job today... well, i didn't lose it, i got my ass fired.... and for what?... cos i wasn't "cut out for the job".... oh well,i could moan and bitch for a hundred thousand years about that..... but no, that is not what i'm worried about....

bills....

remember all the times i've always said i hate growing up?... well, this is exactly why.... truthfully, i live way beyond my means..... don't get me wrong, it's all planned and everything.... but yeah.... i believe in the best..... i buy good stuff, i eat good food, i get a few drinks from time to time.... but its always because i HAVE the money for it...... i have money for myself and i use my money for around the house.... i give my folks more than 75% of all the money i earn and i stil have enough to live happily on....

well, i have a $400 car payment on the 15th, an $80 phone bill on the 24th, a $500 and a $200 credit card balance..... and, well.... i have twenty three dollars and thirty six cents in my checking account and no source of income...

what the fuck am i going to do?...

peacerespectempathy

MWA HA HA HA HA!!!....

sound : The Forest - The Cure

Kitten Cannon

i know this is wrong but it is so much fun... my highest score is 2427 feet!!!....

i rule!!....

peacerespectempathy

"hey, you're cool.... you're my friend.... i love you... " [hug and a kiss]

NOTE: this post was stated on the 22nd of may at about 4:00 AM.... it was left incomplete and i finished it today the 26th of may at 12:09 AM.... PRE - A

sound : Disintegration - The Cure

Long Island Iced Tea

1 part vodka
1 part tequila
1 part rum
1 part gin
1 part triple sec
1 1/2 parts sweet and sour mix
1 splash Coca-Cola®

Mix ingredients together over ice in a glass. Pour into a shaker and give one brisk shake. Pour back into the glass and make sure there is a touch of fizz at the top. Garnish with lemon.

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tonight was my farewell thingy from the guys at macy's.... it was really fun.... i never thought it would be cos of all the preconceived misconceptions i had about chris (diana's "friend").... actually, we got along really really well.... not just well, we might as well share a brain or something because we are so damn alike....

it all actually started in the afternoon when noreen came in with her three kids and we all (ie noreen, her kids, diana and i) went for lunch.... this was the first tim i have ever met noreen's kids and it was really cool....seriously.... her oldest kid, brian, listens to good music.... i lent the kid my wolfmother cd because they basically grew up in australia and i know for sure that the kid will like it.... hey, he's an ac/dc type of person....

we all went to bennigans.... there was noreen, diana, chris, hector, colleen, kassi and lea..... seriously, it was fun.... i was buying drinks for hector and kassi because they were underaged..... i drank about 6 long island iced teas and had sips off of everybody's beers..... i was pretty buzzed by the end.... and since everybody was giving me gifts and cards the waitress who was with us thought it was my birthday and gave me an awesome brownie/icecream fudge thing for it being my birthday (i hugged her and gave her a kiss... actually, i kissed everybody.... i'm kinda loving when i'm drunk).... well, colleen and kassi gave me a cool card with humongous essays in it..... really awesome of them.... noreen gave me a bag full of little toys and candy because (as she said it) all of it reminded her of me.... diana got me this totally horrendous tommy hilfiger sports coat which i totally love..... it's a plaid jacket, it's green, red and yellow or something like that.... it's so fucking ugly that i was going to buy it myself.... but i guess diana beat me to it.....

later after dinner noreen left first.... then colleen and kassi (cos kassi had to open the next day).... we then went out into the parking lot (cos they stormed out as i was putting "seven nation army" on the jukebox) and stood there talking for a little bit.....moved on to a larger parking lot and started throwing a football around... hector and i had a musical sound-off where he played some hip-hop of his huge durango and i blasted meshuggah out of my little tiny civic... after about an hour or a little bit more than that hector and lea went home....

now it was just diana, chris and me.... we sat about talking for a while and i found out that chris is like my clone.... everything about his was the same as me.... everything... EVERYTHING!!!.... so yeah... i finally figured out why diana's my friend.... we went to a gas station and had slurpies while listening to a bunch of depressing songs (barry manilow and such) like a bunch of stoners and finally at about 3 we went home.....

it was wicked fun.... seriously.....

peacerespectempathy

"It puts the lotion on it's skin."

sound : Silver - Jesu

wait.... hark! who goes there?... is it you, oh whore of lives past?.... wait!... what?.... you have a message?..... tell me... tell me.... TELL ME FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!!!....

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ARUN!

i wish you were here.... i could use your company right now....

peacerespectempathy

Post A Comment About A Darling Disaster

sound : Lament For The Auroch - the Sword

hey.... how you feeling?..... i hope better... seriously..... i feel like shit.... so yeah, i guess we both are in the same boat (somewhat)....

be happy you werent at work today.... it was a fucking mess.... truly..... i was a nervous wreck trying to gather up the balls to tell her..... i tried calling noreen for help but she was busy and told me she'd call me later (she didnt, i guess she forgot)..... well... after lunch i kinda blurt it out to her....

me: bev, ive got something to say (hands letter to her).... im giving in my two weeks notice....

bev: oh no, not you....

me: i'm sorry....

bev: (furious) ITS HECTOR RIGHT?!?!

me: (by now im about an inch tall, covering under my own skin)..... yes....

KA-FUCKING-BOOM!!!!

seriously.... she was pissed as hell... ive never seen bev so angry before.... she had smoke coming out of her ass.....

"NOW WHO ARE YOU GONNA TAKE NEXT?... DIANA?.... EUNICE?....."

seriously... she said that..... she was so damn pissed...... she didnt speak to me the rest of the day..... diane came down and spoke to me and renee too..... bev didnt speak to me the rest of the day.... she'd make these comments loud enough that i can hear it but not all too loud..... make me feel all slimey and reptile-like.....

bah.... i hope that entertained you... but seriously... whats with the "leaving" message?....

peacerespectempathy

HAPPY BIRTHDAY AKSHAY!

The Pot

- TOOL

Who are you to wave your finger?
You must have been out your head.
I hold deep in muddy waters
You practically raised the dead.

Rob the grave to snow the cradle
Then burn the evidence down,
Soapbox house of cards and glass so
Don't go tossin' your stones around.

You must have been high...
You must have been high...
You must have been...

Foot in mouth and head up asshole
What you talkin' 'bout?
Difficult to dance 'round this one
'til you pull it out, boy.

You must have been so high...
You must have been so high...

Steel borrows leave us in your shady inference!
Kangaroo done hung the juror with the innocent!

Now will you weep or chase the chosen indigo
lemon juice up in your eye!

When you pissed all over my black kettle
You must have been high, high.
You must have been high, high...

Hey what are you to wave your finger?
So full of it!
Eyeballs deep in muddy waters,
Fuckin' hypocrite!

Liar, lawyer - mirror show me
What's the difference?
Kangaroo done hung the guilty with the innocent!

NOW!
Will you weep or chase the chosen indigo
Got lemon juice up in your eye, eye.
When you pissed all over my black kettle
You musta been...

So who are you to wave your finger?
Who are you to wave your fatty fingers at me?
You must have been out your mind!

Weep or chased off in you go...
Trapped without a reason...
Weep or chased off in you go...

Liar, lawyer, mirror
For you what's the difference?
Kangaroo be stoned
He's guilty as the government.

NOW!
Will you weep or chase the chosen indigo?
lemon juice up in your eye, eye.

Now when you pissed all over my black kettle
You musta been high, high, high, high...
Eyeballs deep in muddy waters...
Eyeballs deep in muddy waters...

Ganja police you must have been out your mind...

10,000 Days

sound : Vicarious - TOOL

10,000 DAYS HAS BEEN LEAKED!!!!

hell yeah.... i got vicarious last saturday and i downloaded the whole of 10,000 days off a torrent site today.... but dont worry i still am buying the cd... along with "stadium arcadium" and "wolfmother".....

the album is awesome..... very airy.... think about the triad on lateralus - disposition/reflection/triad.... think the longer songs in ænima..... evolve on those...... yeah.... its awesome..... more melodic, tad bit more spookier and really relaxing (so far).... but trust me, its a TOOL release.... on listen is not gonna do it any justice...... i'll have a review soon... i just have to listen to it some more......

Cause I need to watch things die... from a distance.
Vicariously I live while the whole world dies.
You all need it too, don't lie.

there's a wolfmother concert coming up on the 6th of june....i'm definitely attending it... but the thing is.... it's in atlanta.... thats like a 5 hour drive away.... but if i get somebody who'll go with me i'm definitely going.... without a doubt.....

Thu 8-Jun-06 - Atlanta, GA
The Loft At Earthlink Live
1374 West Peachtree Street - 404 885 1365
Tickets available from The Loft Box Office - 404 885 1365 and Ticket Alternative - 877 725 8849

peacerespectempathy

"Vera, Vera, What has become of you?"

sound : Careful With That Axe, Eugene - Pink Floyd

what has become of you?.... where have you gone?.... why aren't you here?.... is it just because i scream and fart and loathe?.... is it because i AM?.... what am i?... why?.... how?.... where?....

when is it that we find out about all that we assumingly don't know?....

and why, oh why did Wyatt have to die?.... wasn't freedom what he stood for?... and Billy?.... and George?..... why couldn't those red-neck yokels not understand the ways of the strange and unfamiliar?... what could justify killing in the name of dumbness?.....

why has the beatnik been hated throughout time?..... poor little hippie girl, come to me.... come into my arms.... i can heal you..... i can make you whole.... trust in me..... just a few more steps... come closer child....

BAM!

careful with that axe eugene...... god alone knows how you're gonna wield that thing..... chopped liver?... chopped lover?..... hmm.... food for thought huh?.... unknownst to you, thought has been feeding you..... thought fuelled by confusion..... confusion fueled by fact and reason.... reason fueled by logic.... logic fuelled by science.... science fuelled by ingenuity.... ingenuity fuelled by our fucking will to survive..... hmm.... survival...... what form of vile voodoo magic doth that be?...

bring on the bassline!..... bring on the dancing girls!..... in this multi-lunar state of mind we shall create the sun and stars from the cool-aid our ancestors left behind.... ancestors?.... is the spelling even right?..... oh well, you get the picture.....

what picture?.... why bother on the physical even?.... it isn't everlasting like the so called "god-dude"..... but hold on a moment there little piggy.... i am god-dude.... so wait..... bah..... brain fart.... this doesn't lead anywhere...... "send in the nuns!".....

nuns come from nunneries..... baked stuff come from bakeries.... where do silicone boobs come from?... booberies?.... or should i say mammaries?.... heh heh heh.....

who invented the word mammaries?..... so funny.... it just flows out of your mouth like a guttural yelp of a child.... hmm... poor little voodoo chile of the city.....

city voodoo, champagne supernova, phantasmagoraic entities of the middle darkness that reside in the corner of your room, under the bed...... liam gallagar - god of unibrows around the world......

but one things for sure.... out of all the brain-shit that i have forced out one thing's for sure.....

ROCK 'N ROLL SAVED THE WORLD!

peacerespectempathy

Nonchromatic Life, A Haiku Of Sorts

In monochrome-
Everything in black and white;
Me? Blind as a bat!

A blend of Avi, Lenny Kravitz and Bono

sound : Moonage Daydream - David Bowie

i just splurged on a new pair of shades.... Prada PR 58F, yeah.... thats the model.... brown with a brown and silver frame..... original price $265.40....i got it for about $118.00.... they're wicked cool.... single lens, awesome frame and not to forget HUGE!!!... they're perfect for me.....

i know, i know..... i'm a sunglass whore..... everybody says so.....


yeah.... thats the one.....

HELL YEAH!

peacerespectempathy

"LOOK AT WHAT GOD DID MAN!"

WHAT THE FUCK!!!!.... I MEAN SERIOUSLY... WHERE DOES THIS END.... WHY DOES EVERYTHING I FUCKING OWN HAVE TO GET FUCKED UP..... MY ACOUSTIC, GOT THIS HUMONGOUS SCRATCH... MY NEW CAR, GETS INTO AN ACCIDENT..... AND TODAY.... MY FUCKIN' NEW GUITAR FALLS ONTO THE TARMAC AND GETS ALL FUCKED UP.... SERIOUSLY.... WHERE DOES THIS END?.... I SLUNG IT AROUND MY SHOULDERS AND I MOVE TO THE TRUNK TO GET THE AMP OUT AND "WHAM!!" THE THING FALLS DOWN.... I FELT MY SOUL SHRIVEL UP AND DIE.... ITS ALL MESSED UP AND I NEVER EVEN GOT TO TAKE A PICTURE OF IT IN PERFECT CONDITION....... THEREE'S A LITTLE CHIP ON THE MACHINE-HEAD AND TWO BAD CHIPS ON THE BODY.... ONE OF WHICH HAS DAMAGE IN THE WOOD....... I GUESS WHAT I HAVE TO DO NOW IS TAKE IT TO GUITAR CENTER AND SEE WHAT THEY CAN DO, ND IF THEY CAN'T DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT I GUESS IM GONNA HAVE TO SANDPAPER IT SO THAT IT LOOKS ALL DISTRESSED.....

FUCK I HATE MY LIFE!!!

peacerespectempathy

don't read this..... it sucks..... truly...

sound : Vision Valley - The Vines

"Are you here forever standing by the road,
With the benefit of feeling on your own,
Where the river ends the sun is coming down,
Through the vision valley waiting to be found?"
- "Vision Valley", The Vines

the truth be told, my life has turned boring and monotonous... agreed the hours spent playing guitar is a nice change from the bleak and the ordinary that is my existance.... nah.... seriously.... life has been treating me rather well..... truly..... hence the lack of input..... i usually blog when i feel like crap, and right now i don't feel like crap......

"Harmonic Generator! Inter-modulator!"
-"Harmonic Generator", The Datsuns

playing "foxy lady" on MY (note the emphasis on the word "my") guitar is awesome..... i'm actually feeling quite good about myself and i find it odd.... extremely odd..... where do i go from here?... what o i do from now on?..... i have everything i actually need/want (maybe) for now.... a car, a roof over my head, a guitar, music and a bunch of people who can tolerate my wierdness and nonsensical behaviour....... now what?.... what do i do now?.....

what do i do now?.... that is the most scariest question..... as of the past few days i've been questioning everything...... i want to go to the beach... if only i had a day off....... i'm seriously thinking about gettiong a 9-5 job someplace where i'd get the weekends off..... hectors gonna quit for those same reasons..... and me... well, i've been thinking about it for a while now...... either that or i get a raise.... weel, a raise may not be totally plausible right now because my manager bev still thinks im a wierd hippie..... oh well... in case something turns up i'll let you know my pets....

"Paul McCartney and Ringo Starr are the only two Beatles in the world...."
-"The Beatles", Devendra Banhart

i need to feed my mind.... i havent read a book in weeks.... i feel like it's time to crack open a nice book... nothing too complex or anything...... something sweet... something simple.... like something by paulo coelho.... talking about paulo coelho; i can't seem to find "the alchemist"..... i gotta find it.... i miss that book.....

"I'm moving so fast we call it Rock N Roll!"
-"Miss Alyssa", Eagles Of Death Metal

im pulling strings out of a void here.... balls... i think ill stop for now soz this is just plain fucking boring.... in the words of eric cartman, "screw you guys, i'm going home!"

peacerespectempathy

Dani California

-Red Hot Chili Peppers

Getting born in the state of Mississippi,
Her Poppa was a copper and her Momma was a hippy,
In Alabama she will swing a hammer,
Price you got to pay when you break the panorama,
She never knew that there was anything more than all,
Well in the war your comfort to take me for.

Black bandanna, sweet Louisiana,
Robbing on a bank in the state of Indiana,
She's a runner,
Rebel and a stunner,
Come to Mirawais saying "Baby watcha gonna?",
Looking down the barrell of a hot bell 45,
Just another way to survive

California, Rest In Peace,
Simultaneous release,
California, show your teeth,
She's my priestess,
I'm your priest,
Yeah, yeah

She's a lover,
Baby and a fighter,
Shoulda seen it coming when I got a little brighter,
With a name like "Dani California",
Day was gonna come when I was gonna mourn ya,
A little low,
That she was stealing another bread,
I love my baby to death

California, Rest In Peace,
Simultaneous release,
California, show your teeth,
She's my priestess,
I'm your priest,
Yeah, yeah

Who knew the hardest side of you?
Who knew the hardest time to prove?
Too true to say goodbye to you
Too true to say, say, say

Pushed the fader,
Gifted animator,
One for the now,
And eleven for the later,
Never made it up to Minnesota,
Off the coated man,
Was gonna fill the quota,
Down in the Badlands she was saving the best for last,
It only hurts when I laugh,
Gone to fade

California, Rest In Peace,
Simultaneous release,
California, show your teeth,
She's my priestess,
I'm your priest,
Yeah, yeah

California, Rest In Peace,
Simultaneous release,
California, show your teeth,
She's my priestess,
I'm your priest,
Yeah, yeah

"California rest in peace...."

sound : bother - stone sour

i promis all of my 3 readers a longer entry in a little while.... it's just that i just posted quite a taxing reply to ajnu's blog..... i feel fucking drained....

but i have o put this up here...... everybody needs to see it......

THE RED HOT CHILI PEPPERS' - DANI CALIFORNIA!!!!!!

watch it and weep.... fusciante-love people..... frusciante-love.....

PS: i have the mp3 too.... heh heh heh.... had to brag.....

peacerespectempathy

i've already pre-ordered "10,000 Days" (TOOL) and "Stadium Arcadium" (Red Hot Chili Peppers) from amazon.com.... both albums are set to arrive on the 13th of may.....

HELL YEAH!!!

peacerespectempathy

"Drugs are bad, 'mkay?...."

sound : Grace - Jeff Buckley

man.... jeff buckley sure had one of the best voices ever....

i got my guitar today... its a frickin' beaut.... it's white has 3 humbuckers... it's an Agile LS-2500.... have a look.... seriously... it's really heavy..... about 12 pounds.... ill post some pics of me with the guitar when i get some..... ill be buying a case for it soon (way too broke right now)..... but yeah.... i'm really really happy right now..... i'll punch in more later.... i think i'll gp watch southpark now....

peacerespectempathy

"be my sunshine of song!"

sound : Kawaii Lover - Buffy Squad

out from the putrid remains of the modern music industry rises the phoenix of aural entertainment... the true banditos of song....

Buffy Squad

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"i feel like road-kill...."

sound : stairway to heaven - dread zeppelin

odds, sods, bends and ends..... wierd trippy noise-scapes to keep out every single iota of sanity..... man oh man.... the will to travel... the lust to travel..... but oh, so little greenbacks.... save the greenbacks all you mutant scum!!!

"and my spirit is crying for leaving..."

pick up your fifth limb little bastard child of the planet.... lift up your fifth limb and create!... create the sweet, sweet sounds that is....

"and it makes me wonder...."

but seriously, why speak of things real and plain when the unreal and the extraordinary has so much more potential in entertaining the creator and the admirer.... why bother with what you believ to be true and painful when the sweet, sweet lie is a much better (read painless) option?...

and how, oh how do you make a machine weep so mr clapton?... how do you do it?.... how can any human make a machine, an entity with no life or will of its own (that doesnt mean it has no pirit) speak out?.... it's not just you.... jimi hendrix, jimmy page, john paul jones, danny carey, jack white, john frusciante, flea, etc... its all a gift... a gift that i lack.....

"i dont know why nobody told you,
how to unfold your love?"

in actuallity all this rambling on about creativity and music stems from my wanting to go to guitar classes..... but hey.... like always, i don't have enough money......

i think i better start dealing crack or something.... i'll finally have enough money for everything that i want.... a new guitar, classes... bah... it's not meant to be.....

i feel like road-kill....

peacerespectempathy

" welcome to modern psychedelia my brothers, sisters, half-mutant gods and very many clones..."

sound : The White unicorn - Wolfmother

ok, i'm not going to rant and rave about my very non-existant yet almost-active social life.... no, i'm not going to rant about me being broke.... so broke that i doubt i can make my next payment on the car..... yes, i am living the american fucking dream.... work my head off, go to school, hang out with the stoners, pimps, whores and crack-dealers and then back again.... this cycle of mundane-ness (sic) would usually drive me insane..... but why am i not spewing the vitriol-speak of times past?... what is the cause of this new-found pseudo-joy?.....

WOLFMOTHER!

let me rephrase that....

WOLFMOTHER period!

"what is this 'wolfmother'?" you ask.... well remember romulus and his brother whats-his-name?... nope.... wolfmother is not a part of their story...... it is not the werewolf (or lycan for all you underworld freaks) that lurks under your beds (trust me, they're there).... and no, it is not a brand new cereal guaranteed to increase your sexual activity in a miracle timespan of 36.65364 seconds.....

wolmother is a band... a rock group.... a group of artists.....

"and why is it that a band has gotten you so excited?" you ask... well, it was like the first time i listened to "parabola" (TOOL, "lateralus")..... or the first time i heard "stairway to heaven" (led zeppelin, "IV").... or the first time i heard "layla" (derek and the dominoes, "layla and other assorted love songs").... or "seven nation army" (the white stripes, "elephant") or "californication" (red hot chili peppers, "californication")... the list is fucking endless....

oh yeah.... the answer to, "and why is it that a band has gotten you so excited?" is that the music just plain makes me excited..... what other reason is there fo me to like music?....

wolfmother sounds like a blitzkrieg mash up of led zeppelin, early white stripes, cream, jethro tull, syd barret era pink floyd and most of all black sabbath (ozzy era sabbath that is)..... and is that a bad thing?...... not at all..... some people might call them rip-offs but they can just go take a flying fudge for all i care.... the music's good, you feel your head bob and your hands pelting out a beat with the drums...... and the guitaring.... the guitaring..... so, so, so very plain yet so catchy and distinct.... the hooks grab you like a queens of a stoneage track..... you are sucked into the uber stoner bass lines mixed with whirling guitars and an ozzy/jack white style vocal noise..... and the lyrics..... white unicorns and electric rainbows...... welcome to modern psychedelia my brothers, sisters, half-mutant gods and very many clones.....

the highlights on their self-titled debut could be "woman", "the joker and the thief", "the white unicorn", "dimension" and "withcraft".......

wolfmother are myles heskett, chris ross and andrew stockdale.... point of origin of the trio: sydney, australia.... specialties: awesome white-boy 'fros and kick-ass musicianship....

yes you bloody dung-beatles.... check wolfmother out.... they are a much needed breath of fresh air......

peacerespectempathy

a bad mix of bowie, boredom and just plain stupidity after reading a bulletin on myspace....

sound : Moonage Daydream - David Bowie

true that most of us "penile-folk" would never think of a kind gesture without provocation from the the "ones with emotion".... yes, we as men are all bastards roaming the earth in search of glittery things and mundane activities that should suposedly set our puny little minds free.... what minds?.... we have no minds.... but wait, there are the few of us who have true (read genuine) emotions.... those starnge, wierd freaks are wierd and few.... to quote some asshole from somewhere, "seek and ye shall find"... (what?... the bible?.... harry potter?... oh balls!)... i cant stop this crazy rant!!! but wait, i hear the frickin reptiles under my feet... those bastards!.. must clear my head.... must make myself sane... must, must, must.... aaaah! those slimey reptiles! THEY'RE IN MY BODY FOR MAYNARD'S SAKE!!! GET THEM OUT! GET THEM OUT!.... need sanity... must... replenish... brain...been listening to too much bowie..... but wait, is there such a thing as "too much bowie"?...

peacerespectempathy

Warning: Very penile-brained post ahead....

sound : L'Via L'Viaquez - The Mars Volta

ok.... what do i say?... my day hasn't been all too good..... what?... is this the old philosopher again?... the one who used to moan and whine and bitch at the world?.... hmm... no!.... this is just a rant.... an exercise in, what do you say?.... letting off some unwanted steam.... a mental fart..... an emotional fart to be exact.....

i'm broke.... yes, my dear ladies and germs.... im broke.... well not exactly broke but almost there.... i have $88 in the bank..... what have i been spending my money on?... well, i dont know.... led zeppelin t-shirts, eric clapton LPs, maynard buttons.... yup.... i've caught a bug here.... im a rock memorabilia/collectible whore..... some people are booty whores and others are fashion whores and some others are television whores but i am a rock memorabilia/collectible whore (and a supposed walmart whore, it's a joke between diana and me, she dragged me into "the evil place" and she's been calling me a walmart whore ever since...)... but, i have made up my mind.... i am gonna go all OCD on my finances.... no more on the whim cds.... im not gonna go onto ebay for a while..... i'm gonna fix this.....

today, this totally ghetto-fied customer comes and tells me that i'm too pretty to be a boy.... i didnt know whether it was a complement or an insult.... she comes upto me and asks me where i was from.... being a true patriot i say "INDIA!" and thens she says, "i swear it boy, you too damn cute to be a boy!"... then i had these hindi-movie style flashbacks of diana saying "avi, you are not too much of a guy-guy.".....(later on she told me that she said it in the context that i dont comment on a girls ass or boobs when i see them.... but hey... thats not my style.... i keep it to myself.... maybe i'm one of those uber-sexual-freak who kills his victims and uses their skin for toilet paper or something.... or maybe, just maybe.... i should become a transvestite..... it would be very hard.... all my body hair.... i've got fur.... and trust me, im not into the whole waxing thing..... i guess i'd be a french transvestite or something..... )

but then, thanks to this cute chick i had to help, i thought otherwise....

here's this real hot chick in very typical mall-slut clothing.... abercrumbs and bitch and all that.... you know..... the typical every girl of the western hemisphere.... the perpetual artificial tan, the perfect teeth, flip flops, giggles and size c cups.... the ones i call "the cute bubble-heads"...

she drew me hearts on the signing thing for her credit card because i was "cute and funny"...

i love being a guy.....

peacerespectempathy

PS: but, there is a downside though, being "cute and funny" doesn't get me any....

cum-drenched moralistic rave about your mothers... of invention

sound : road house blues - the doors

balls to it all.... i feel like rambling but i have no topic... hot topic... huh?.... ooh, there is this cute girl who works there with two piercings in her lip.... yeah..... real cute little thing.... plus she's a maynard fan.... what more could a man ask for?.... oh yeah... i wore my flourescent green tie today...... i love that tie.... makes me feel so god-damn powerful..... but seriously.... richard meltzer is god.... but yeah... what do i say?.... a hot tie is a powerful ally... you have so many people who come up to you and you feel like your body flies through the cosmic wastes that is where ever you are.... oh well.... like serj says, "banana banana banana banana terracotta banana terracotta terracotta pie"....

screw this cum-drenched moralistic rave about your mothers... of invention.... "bring out your dead mother fuckers!".... i can't get no flow here..... help me jesus..... seriously, wtfwjd?....

help me bowie... help me find myself in the jungle boogaloo, flippety flappety floo mess that is... huh?.... what?... yeah.... ok.... come on baby, light my fire godammit!... what the heck?... its ll bollocks anyway....

im in no mood for this....balls.... im gonna go to sleep.... funny little instrumental improvs for the pzychadelic isn't helping me.... im buzzing and kinda pissed at this... balls.... im going to bed... goodnight fart-holes.....

peacerespectempathy

"Jesus is my homeboy."

sound : Vicinity of Obscenity - System of a Down

i don't get it.... what's with all the bloody hubba hubba over this cartoon... i mean seriously... i wouldn't freak out when somebody makes a cartoon about eric clapton would i?... ok, let's do a test.... to all you bible thumping, holy folks... here....

what say you?.... (although i doubt there'd be more than two people seeing this.....)

but seriously.... isn't it just people over-reacting?... i mean come on, good fuck man! does a cartoon let you kill people?.... oh well.... such are the ways of man....

us humans.... what dumbasses...

peacerespectempathy

"Thank you for making me feel like I am guilty."

sound : Epitaph - King Crimson

Day: January 27th; 2006 EV
Time: (approx) 9:27 AM

i was listening to "The Undertaker (Renholder Remix)" by Puscifer, driving along highway 60 like i always do... i was on my way to drop mama at work... on the way to the mall i see shay and her aunt at the signal in the car beside mine... we wave at each other.... everyone smiles....

i drop mama at work and i get back on highway 60 to go pick up papa... he's at the toyota dealership; maintenance for his car..... i drive like i usually do.....

"stupid water tanker... going too slow..... why can't these dumbasses stop blocking our way?..."

i change lanes.... the truck in front of me slows down...... i look in the rear view mirror... uh oh.... i stop smiling...

oh fuck....

WHAM!...

im hit in the back by a semi.... an eighteen wheeler....

BAM!....

hit the second time..... i somehow manage not to get crushed between the two trucks......

next thing i know i'm on the next lane.... in shock.... i was shivering.....

first thing i did was to put on my hazard lights..... i couldn't get out of the car yet... i didn't want to see what had happened to poor layla....

"how bad is it?.... how did i end up on this lane?... why me?... why the fuck is it always me?.... will i go to jail?.... how can i afford insurance after this?.... i could have been crushed...."

i turn off my stereo, look down at my hands.... damn, they're still shaking.... i moved my head slowly so as to check whether i have whiplash.... nothing.... no physical injuries.....

i get out of the car and move towards the truck.... i peep in through the passenger door.... i knock and i open the door.... the driver is a lady.... not much older than me..... she looked like she saw a ghost... almost in tears even.... "are you ok?", i feel stupid immediately afterwords.... i was hit.... why do i need to comfort her when i'm just as scared, if not more?.....

i call papa and thomas uncle.....

i stand outside.... my hair flying all over the place in the chilly wind, i button up my favorite brown suede jacket.... i took a look at the back of my car.... first time after the accident.... i felt my heart shatter into a million pieces...

my car... my beautiful, lovely car.... ruined.... in an accident...... and she's barely a month old.... twenty two days to be exact..... oh man....

i felt THAT feeling.... the feeling one gets when they want to cry but they don't.... it's the hardest to handle, where you know you want to break down but you just won... not that you're stopping yourself, it's just that your body just wont.....

papa came before the police... he looked at the car and said something.... i don't remember what.... i don't even remember how i ended up on the third lane... did i skid there?.... or did i turn so that i don't get sandwiched between the two trucks?....

i look up at the sky and i see a bird flying overhead.....

i continued looking at the bird till it was nothing more than a speck over the horizon....

peacerespectempathy

Moan # 2334

sound : 666 - John Frusciante

watching eric clapton play "old love" i realized something.... its been more than 2 months since i sat down and played proper guitar... and now, i feel bad.... yeah, im busy and stuff but that's no excuse....let me see.... let me wait till next month.... after my payments and stuff.... if i can afford it, i might go for guitar classes.... hmm.... yeah.... thats a good thing.....

peacerespectempathy

i eat humans for fun and proteins....

sound : Carvel - John Frusciante

check in out... i have finally gotten my butt into myspace... the brothel of pop-culture.... all thanks to shunda....

Cannibalism

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Venus In Furs

- The Velvet Underground and Nico

Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather,
Whiplash girl-child in the dark
Comes in bells, your servant, don't forsake him.
Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart.

Downy sins of streetlight fancies
Chase the costumes she shall wear.
Ermine furs adorn the imperious.
Severin, Severin awaits you there.

I am tired. I am weary.
I could sleep for a thousand years
A thousand dreams that would awake me,
Different colors made of tears.

Kiss the boot of shiny, shiny leather,
Shiny leather in the dark.
Tongue of thongs, the belt that does await you,
Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart

Severin, Severin, speak so slightly,
Severin, down on your bended knee.
Taste the whip, in love not given lightly,
Taste the whip, now plead for me.

I am tired. I am weary.
I could sleep for a thousand years
A thousand dreams that would awake me.
Different colors made of tears.

Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather,
Whiplash girlchild in the dark.
Severin, your servant comes in bells, please don't forsake him.
Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart.

life's phlegm

sound : Sidewinder - Avenged Sevenfold

listening to modern punk and screamo on my manager's daughter's ipod....

colleen is a booze drinking, chain smoking twenty year old emo girl who works at macy's..... she's nice though....

craving an eastwood 3p deluxe....

will my dear sweet guardian angel please buy me one?...... (from here)

joking around about sharing a bunch of playboy bunnies with a bisexual goth girl....

yesterday was my first day of school.... i was talking to this goth girl (forgot her name) before class and she said she'd get me playboy bunnies if and only if i'd share them with her, to which i gladly agreed..... i can't be too greedy about bunnies.... at first, i was kinda freaked out about class because i'm taking math for lliberal arts 1 this semester but i have juanita to keep me company.... and the professor isn't all that evil....

grinning to myself thinking about layla....

i love my car....

escaping castration just because im "so damn cute"....

we were doing inventory in macy's and everyone was tired.... i made a major boo-boo in my section and my manager noreen told me that she would have castrated me if i weren't "so damn cute".... i guess she's losing her eyesigh or something....

flirting with the walmart girl....

i went to return this broken folder at walmart and this cute girl in the customer service section named jen starts making the moves on me.... ladies and germs.... major ego boost for your's truly.... well i responded likewise and finally i told her i'd see her around and walked away....

finding out that my iranian friend likes me....

big-ass long story.....

discussing my "pimpin" glasses" with dexter from work....

dexter is this cool black guy at macy's... he plays the keyboard like a true player, sax like a full-blown jazzman and the man is one heck of a "playa"..... trust me.... he's fun to be around....

trust me, there's way too much going on right now.... i mean seriously.... this isn't the usual whiney post that you'd usually see from me.... no.... this is me looking down on my life and feeling kinda happy about it (for once)....

i managed to get a differment on payment of my tuition for two months on account of my smile.....

yeah.... seriously.... my financial aid advisor is this cute cuban girl.... i kinda buttered her up by calling her an angel and stuff..... yeah, i know... i'm a slimey, greasy little bastard...

a colleague from work, diana, let me copy "city of evil" by avenged sevenfold..... now that is one good cd..... seriously.... the guitaring is perfect, the drumming is excellent, the bass is good and the vocals are ok..... i got "ten thousand fists" (disturbed) from thomas, a 15 year old guitar virtuoso and i got "the hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy" dvd from greg, a 60 year old biker... no, he does not ride a hog or a chopper.... he rides a 1000cc sports bike......

i met tuyet a few days back... she came all the way to the mall from st pete just to see me.... we sat outside in the cold and she told me that she's signed up for the army... she leaves on the 15th of feb... fuck, what a stupid thing to do?.... what did i de when she told me?... i punched her on the shoulder.... but in the end i realized that she's gotta do what she has to to et through her issues..... we spoke for a little while and she had to go.... i hugged her and as she started her car i jumped up and climbed up onto her hood and stood there.... that was kinda funny..... thatnk eric clapton that i didn't fall.... coem to think of it, that was a stupid thing to do..... heh heh heh...

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POST SCRIPT: i just read through all that i'd just put down and all i see is the vomit of a self-indulgent bastard.... I RULE!!!

Layla

sound : Layla - Eric Clapton

i finally have my baby and i do not thank god-dude or anybody for it..... yes, i have finally bought a car.... a 2006 civic lx.... 4 door sedan.... black with ivory interiors..... yes, yes.... i am finally mobile my dear little worms... and those damn reptiles can't do wack about it... but the truth is, im going to be broke for the rest of my life..... i am doing all payments including the $1000 down..... 400 big ones a month!.... ouch-ola man!.... but oh well.... she's a fine one and i love her......

why did i name her layla?.... well, as i was signing the contract for the car (in exchange for my soul being given to the devil?) in the dealership, the song "Layla" just blared out of the speakers there... it was like XM radio knew what they were doing... the universe aligned and god-dude finally looked down on me and smiled.... then he got all cocky and now i have to hang a rosary ("I'm melting!") in the car..... but yeah.... at that moment i knew whta i was going to call her..... Layla......

"Like a fool, i fell in love with you,
You turned my whole world upside down.
LAYLA!"

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pigfart

sound : breathing....

it's confusing about how things just flow along.... you hit ona religious freak after you tell her that jesus was a pot smoking hippie and that dubya is a limey, scum-sucking bastard and you still end up with a nice smile and a wink?.... huh?.... what the fart man?.... funny how a marriage proposal to a mysterious wiccan chick goes down the drain because you mention threesomes and voyeuristic lesbian sex..... oh yeah... the things i go through..... i was being taught how to cheer by an eleven yar old girl.... an i finally met my white half brother/twin/clone person..... well oh well..... working the day after..... my oh my.... and being hired permanently?..... need a car... must get a car.... i deserve a car, dont i?..... guitar.... fuck.... frustration coming up again.... must think positively.... happy place.... mountains, waterfalls..... sweet calming music.... eric clapton... jack white.... guitar... GUITAR!!!.... crap!.... must change topic.... confusion.... yes, positive stuff.... destroyed FUBAR.... unFUBARred my life... good, good.... school opening again.... YAY.... (can't believe i just said yay about school opening)... math and art apreciation.... mallus still confused why im not doing medicine..... told them to fart off..... blank stares... confusion... lots of work.... must bank checks... no money otherwise.... must finish dæmonomania too.... got to finish early.... late fees too high.... watched blow again..... kinda happpy about that.... dreamt of cool johnny deppp glasses.... must get glasses.... must get guitar!!!.... crap!.... i aint getting anywhere..... this girl at work likes me.... looks ok and everything... has bad breath.... feel my soul trying to escape out of my butt each time i talk to her.... damn reptiles!!... all their fault..... stupid scaley beasts with peanut brains!!.... must think.... damn!.... im going to turn 22 this year.... im a dinosaur... im becoming one of them..... im becoming a reptile!!!... help me jebus..... you pot smoking hippie..... dear eric clapton, save me from god-dude (the fake one), jebus, dubya, the reptiles and from myself... your true disciple... me... "while my guitar gently weeps"....

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