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sorry
土曜日, 11月 27, 2010
日曜日, 10月 31, 2010
VIDEO ESSAY PART #2!
or am i hearing things (i am)
Ariel Pink - Round and Round
bassline.
Sade - Hang on to Your Love
bassline.
Doobie Brothers - What a Fool Believes
keyboards-ish.
Ariel Pink - Round and Round
bassline.
Sade - Hang on to Your Love
bassline.
Doobie Brothers - What a Fool Believes
keyboards-ish.
VIDEO ESSAY PART #1!
Can you hear?
FOOL'S GOLD - NADINE
DOLLY PARTON - JOLENE
Even the names sound familiar. I don't believe it's a coincidence.
FOOL'S GOLD - NADINE
DOLLY PARTON - JOLENE
Even the names sound familiar. I don't believe it's a coincidence.
月曜日, 10月 25, 2010
It's time to get professional.
This is now a strictly business venture.
Also, it's supposed to be a secret, but since this blog is secret, I will divulge the secret fact that I created a secret group on facebook named "WEEN ONION" where I mostly have just talked about onions. The other members are not cooperating with my attempt at electronic collaboration/idea sharing. all i know is that PEOPLE SUCK.
oh yeah my band (s) is are soooo good.
ALSO I FUCKING H8 LA SOMEBODY SHOOT ME ALREADY
does anyone read this? who are these anonymous posters that don't have the GUTS to tell me who they are?
please watch these cool asians (jap) dance. that is all for now
Also, it's supposed to be a secret, but since this blog is secret, I will divulge the secret fact that I created a secret group on facebook named "WEEN ONION" where I mostly have just talked about onions. The other members are not cooperating with my attempt at electronic collaboration/idea sharing. all i know is that PEOPLE SUCK.
oh yeah my band (s) is are soooo good.
ALSO I FUCKING H8 LA SOMEBODY SHOOT ME ALREADY
does anyone read this? who are these anonymous posters that don't have the GUTS to tell me who they are?
please watch these cool asians (jap) dance. that is all for now
木曜日, 5月 13, 2010
we don't buy no drinks at the bar, we pop champagne cause we got that dough
champagne for my real friends, real pain for my sham friends
i'm working on a book, entitled "how to be unemployed, influence people and drink alot"
i'm also working on an experimental theory of the universe that when translated into a visual analog of space as a vibration in time, resembles a bottle shaped ascii rocket
i am also working to protect you from the darkness
more traveling soon?!?!?!?!
note to self: relax, the fire
the shield
you must have got your polarities switched or something
also, WELCOME, to the minimalist german techno ghetto.
how does it feel to run from your own shadow
"he's crying"
"he's crying tears"
"he's crying shadows"
i only cry shadows when it rains blood
darkness and scorched wastelands await your return, a strange hazy paradise
I HATE MY LIFE
THIS IS THE WORST VACATION EVER
over and out, star log 4898/3..344$$@!-===-
champagne for my real friends, real pain for my sham friends
i'm working on a book, entitled "how to be unemployed, influence people and drink alot"
i'm also working on an experimental theory of the universe that when translated into a visual analog of space as a vibration in time, resembles a bottle shaped ascii rocket
i am also working to protect you from the darkness
more traveling soon?!?!?!?!
note to self: relax, the fire
the shield
you must have got your polarities switched or something
also, WELCOME, to the minimalist german techno ghetto.
how does it feel to run from your own shadow
"he's crying"
"he's crying tears"
"he's crying shadows"
i only cry shadows when it rains blood
darkness and scorched wastelands await your return, a strange hazy paradise
I HATE MY LIFE
THIS IS THE WORST VACATION EVER
over and out, star log 4898/3..344$$@!-===-
水曜日, 4月 21, 2010
月曜日, 4月 19, 2010
木曜日, 4月 08, 2010
also, why am i such an asshole? also extremely self critical, post pubescent poonani prease
you ain't nothin but a dog
tender situation, ahh it feels great to procastinate!
dangerous ideas are the only ones worth having
revolutionary futuristic dating techniques, full shields operational.
you cut me in two at my weakest moment, and watch yourself pick up the pieces
i see you
prolific profiles pooping pleasing slam dUNK douchery,, i still hate my life
also, you are jealous of my moral integrity
also! humanity is a loser
deify that!
god, aliens, cd sleeves... new concept band: i invented a new color but i can't show it to you.. yet.
you ain't nothin but a dog
tender situation, ahh it feels great to procastinate!
dangerous ideas are the only ones worth having
revolutionary futuristic dating techniques, full shields operational.
you cut me in two at my weakest moment, and watch yourself pick up the pieces
i see you
prolific profiles pooping pleasing slam dUNK douchery,, i still hate my life
also, you are jealous of my moral integrity
also! humanity is a loser
deify that!
god, aliens, cd sleeves... new concept band: i invented a new color but i can't show it to you.. yet.
nevermind
sometimes the volatile bubbling effervescent rage boils up and spills out into reality gasping and flailing with daggers screeching pain and blood across the eyelids it searches for escape amongst the sanitized clinicals gumdrop drugged and medicated idiotic blandness that constitutes the moneyed mass ignorance and blindness.. well that one is a shocker.
please let it flow, we all got something going on that ain't just a feeling. maybe i'm going to spill my heart to a machine and the cold divide as the warmth on the other side seems to have fallen asleep. sometimes the feeling overwhelms the cerebral intake, blank, moneyed gasps and childish rebellion at the incoherence reflecting itself back at itself. perhaps the fragile grip on reality is the hand that shapes the universe, and the solidity is a mere illusion. the constant star in chaos spitting its own poison at it's feet running a million frequency frequenting the same old town, that same old feeling, sometimes the pain is never washed over enough. and maybe in my private inner darkness, if i rip it out and fling it out into the void, ripping incoherence into shreds of incocmprehension doubled, tripled, stacked exponentially building into biblical violence racked time against the brain, eyeballs exploding, unable to shape the world into coherence,
yeah you can build yourself a castle, but you yourself are a wisp of wind, small, immeasurable. fuuuuuunny how this might make sense, and you'll take this foment over it, puzzling, breaking your brains trying to find the code within a code, but there are millions of us and it is unstoppable, my fear is your fear and you are only fighting yourself.
then again i'm like, what did i ask for..............................
fast moving fast acting free flow of fluxus flying fear fractured seven more miles of death and destruction,
seven flames flickering
fuck your preprogrammed fevered decadence. up to the minute breaking news point incoherency.
ancient flame flying high in the dreamtime
why must it be so easy on me
you are a single atom a single mountain indivisble and infinite in angles, but leave me alone cracked and torn, the symbols are for everyone, i am creating nothing for which you to reflect back
then, FLASH
you are sitting in a theater of a play you wrote with clones of yourself playing all the parts
"chill out"
"i am chill bro"
"can you chill on some chili, i'm making chili, it's vegan"
"i hate vegans"
"i only trust vegan cannibals"
"i only cannibalize vegan potatoes"
"you can't even talk"
"you aren't even a real clone"
that was stupid you say to yourself and walk out from underneath the mangrove trees, surrealist bullshit, i am a dream of a bee stinging a bee man. yellow and black, the colors of the night. neon billboard satanic sex maniacs, the sinful debauchery of the spice orgy spilling out of windows made of glass, airplanes full of flames falling into endless cups of coffee and smoothies blended baby flesh screeching and wailing in birth going back into the vaginal vortex swirling dimensions screeching pain, piles of post pardom silica oozing lazer flips flupped up and into a giant cat eye howling incoherencies inflamed at moon dough water splashes
yes we are organized, the center is pure gold, and so is the infinitely small point in the distance, decompress a sihloouhette of a walled black door leading to millions of pathways, a hooker in the neon glow, me unconscious in your arms fighting, silence, in the black doorway, secret desires unleashed, fighting fire with incoherent streams of flame, this party is a snake show, i am only that which you are not, forever, the mystery, how well can you fake a megalomaniac that cares so much that it is impossible to love without dying inside a million times over.
please let it flow, we all got something going on that ain't just a feeling. maybe i'm going to spill my heart to a machine and the cold divide as the warmth on the other side seems to have fallen asleep. sometimes the feeling overwhelms the cerebral intake, blank, moneyed gasps and childish rebellion at the incoherence reflecting itself back at itself. perhaps the fragile grip on reality is the hand that shapes the universe, and the solidity is a mere illusion. the constant star in chaos spitting its own poison at it's feet running a million frequency frequenting the same old town, that same old feeling, sometimes the pain is never washed over enough. and maybe in my private inner darkness, if i rip it out and fling it out into the void, ripping incoherence into shreds of incocmprehension doubled, tripled, stacked exponentially building into biblical violence racked time against the brain, eyeballs exploding, unable to shape the world into coherence,
yeah you can build yourself a castle, but you yourself are a wisp of wind, small, immeasurable. fuuuuuunny how this might make sense, and you'll take this foment over it, puzzling, breaking your brains trying to find the code within a code, but there are millions of us and it is unstoppable, my fear is your fear and you are only fighting yourself.
then again i'm like, what did i ask for..............................
fast moving fast acting free flow of fluxus flying fear fractured seven more miles of death and destruction,
seven flames flickering
fuck your preprogrammed fevered decadence. up to the minute breaking news point incoherency.
ancient flame flying high in the dreamtime
why must it be so easy on me
you are a single atom a single mountain indivisble and infinite in angles, but leave me alone cracked and torn, the symbols are for everyone, i am creating nothing for which you to reflect back
then, FLASH
you are sitting in a theater of a play you wrote with clones of yourself playing all the parts
"chill out"
"i am chill bro"
"can you chill on some chili, i'm making chili, it's vegan"
"i hate vegans"
"i only trust vegan cannibals"
"i only cannibalize vegan potatoes"
"you can't even talk"
"you aren't even a real clone"
that was stupid you say to yourself and walk out from underneath the mangrove trees, surrealist bullshit, i am a dream of a bee stinging a bee man. yellow and black, the colors of the night. neon billboard satanic sex maniacs, the sinful debauchery of the spice orgy spilling out of windows made of glass, airplanes full of flames falling into endless cups of coffee and smoothies blended baby flesh screeching and wailing in birth going back into the vaginal vortex swirling dimensions screeching pain, piles of post pardom silica oozing lazer flips flupped up and into a giant cat eye howling incoherencies inflamed at moon dough water splashes
yes we are organized, the center is pure gold, and so is the infinitely small point in the distance, decompress a sihloouhette of a walled black door leading to millions of pathways, a hooker in the neon glow, me unconscious in your arms fighting, silence, in the black doorway, secret desires unleashed, fighting fire with incoherent streams of flame, this party is a snake show, i am only that which you are not, forever, the mystery, how well can you fake a megalomaniac that cares so much that it is impossible to love without dying inside a million times over.
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