Tuesday, January 29, 2008

Delipped. Defunct. Deralked. Slime

So let's learn to play some strings. On these rings we have two segments: white and dilapidated. In the different side of things there really is no excuse why this tree is still a sapling. Weak, brittle yet vibrant. So vivid that it becomes animate.
Later it was discovered he hung himself over the old farm bridge. No one understood how the damn bridge could sustain his weight. It outnumbered those within the bar stools, lurking, stalking the women ordering spinal fluid as if it were on tap that night. She handed the bartender a ten dollar bill and told him to keep the rest, and winked. In her soft hand she carried a fetus, nagging her asking to be put down. She acted as if nothing happened and continued to walk towards a lone wolf table. Every inch of the table was covered in vulgar writing. Mucus and semen drenched the table and continually moved like an amoeba trying to swallow the table.

She sat. Her face was clear, but only to a certain extent. She was covered in scars. Memories of her past never being able to leave her, going where ever she may go, only to mutilate the eyes of those she becomes acquainted with.

I end here. Aristotle has much to teach about life.

Sunday, January 27, 2008

Inscribed With Forks In Eyes

This is what really happened today.

Walk into a hall, and ironicly so do you.
fucking damnit my finger is bleeding...
"Hey...havn't talked to you since that time."
"Hey, yeah."
"So this is awkward."
"Yeah, I think Im going to go finish my movie. I Won't stop by later"
"Alright sounds...yeah."

What the hell why? There has to be some god damn conversation. I think both parties will agree with that, but then again what the hell do I know. I'm just a freckle on your face.

Saturday, January 26, 2008

This Man Speaks The Tounge of....MAN!

Killing farm inspired cultures. The things found inside the barns, malfuntioned. That face the man made controlled his acupuncture. First the temperature went virtual. The ceiling boiled to a crisp. Women gardening in euphoric ovens.

Undertow, napalms, glistening power.

Friday, January 25, 2008

"Odd, Hitler Didn't Paint Orange." "He Didn't Use The Color?" "No, It's a Corporate Odyssey..."

Discovering new ideas with taste. Right now I am eating some classic Lays, with papa gino's Caesar salad dressing. To be honest, it's actually not that bad. The dressing evens out the saltiness of the chips BUT in a good way. I know some people, like myself enjoy the salt.

It's a Peculiar pantry.
All ends covered with antiquing jousts.
In comes the wallowing grant kiss.
Inter-fegfi boiling growing
Slip far lost aging tree.
Graged knaffs Antonio.
Make zealous quarts green.
Nightly tracking rent.
Laughing his last trench coat.
Just incase bring the veal.
Open the trambled rat from snails.
It's far from what is.

If you havn't noticed I wrote these short...abrstract use of words.

Wednesday, January 23, 2008

Don't Forget To Clean Behind Your Ears!

Shit from myspace to transfer here. SOme different stuff.

Wednesday, December 05, 2007
Cute girls

Fucking underrated.

Fuck that glam shit.

Saturday, December 08, 2007
Gold is gold

What is success? Why does it have to be money. I don't want it to be, it only complicates everything even more than it already is. My currency has now turned over to happiness. Sure the exchange rate isn't that great sometimes but gold is gold. What weighs more: a million pounds of gold or a million pounds of dollar bills. Your choice. Mine goes to gold.

Go life.

More chiptune is needed.

Sunday, December 09, 2007

Listening to: Dubmood - The Mighty Pirate Sessions Vol. 1 (because myspace is dumb)

Off topic. Rock beats everything.


Im writing a paper on piracy. Support it. Why do I care about a record company, though there are good ones out there, that will just take the money and use it for their on expenses like coke parites and "dinner meetings."

Music, movies, games, writing is art. Art should be free. Everyone should be exposed to it free of charge unless it goes to help preserve it such as museums and concerts. Christo and Jeanne-Claude, those who made the gates in New York, didn't have people pay to see it. So why should others make us pay.


Monday, December 10, 2007

Fuck is all there is to say.

I slept with a model

It happened. Yes. Real deal. Fo sho. Nigga whats up.


Tuesday, December 11, 2007
My favorite ride

This is for the time that was great. Though it's seemed as if they have gone down hill, who knows. Maybe it's a complete lie? Has it gone up?

Why am I still riding this god damn rollercoaster...When does it fucking end. It's made of gold, why? Why not those classic wooden ones. Sure they can't do loops but its sure as hell still going to make me shit myself and laugh.

I think I missed it. The line still seems to be the same though. Still havn't figured out where it starts and ends. I feel like im right in the middle of the line somewhere moving but with no sense of direction. It's become almost nauseating but enjoyable. Obsessing over this wait. Its just a rollercoaster isn't it?

No. I don't think so.

Thursday, December 13, 2007

The French language is the The Great Balfa Family.

Rags to riches.

I am a rag. Used only when needed and just thrown off to the side as if it was nothing.

Maybe sometime soon I'll be the towel. Always wanted after being washed up. Cleaning all the filth making others look beautiful.

Friday, December 14, 2007
Random Thoughts

Blah. Entrance to a Normandy castle located on a cliff. The sky is clear. Open. Light shining on his face. Things.

She sits there as he waits. Wanders off. Goes to be thrilled goes for the frill.Christ. Kittens. Lol cats, they make me laugh and they may you laugh as well. Don't piss yourself when you watch a kangaroo with a pet dog and a best friend that's a cow.

Take caution.

Saturday, December 15, 2007
Bitch you ain’t no nerd?

Haha. Looks whos showing some nerd, cute.

I fucking love you.

Tuesday, December 18, 2007
That Right Ain’t Shit.

I recieved the new Books DVD that they played when I saw them few months ago.
Holy shit it's just amazing. It's basically perfection.

Today I drove for an antique that im hoping someone will enjoy. Though I found out they don't make the certain materials in order for it to work, I think the fact that it is what it is will make them cream. I know I creamed...twice. Fucking br00tal.

Christmas already fuck.

Fruits of our Labor

Apple Sauce.

Those are the fruits of our labor.

Thursday, December 20, 2007
Day I got cookie.

I got a fortune cookie today. I thought the fortune was actually pretty good compared to the other shit you get these days.

I'll post it sometime.

Friday, December 21, 2007
Veni Vidi Vici

It's just a lie though. It never really happened.

Interesting talk tonight with Jack, Hoffman, Dew, and Ellie. Well really Ellie and I were watching the Street Fighter II demo on my 360 for about an hour.

But here it is: What is it at this moment that you want that would make you content. Being content is all that really matters. And it can be small and stupid like a glass of water, it doesn't matter. If it makes you happy, great.

I want to cuddle.
Bring the cuddlness.
I want to converse about how weird growing up is and the fact that being five years old is the perfect age.

Let's talk about the truth.
There is none.
Go home.

This is dumb. Don't absorb any of this.

Beauty has made me want people more.

Saturday, December 22, 2007
Cookies of Mass Fortune.

Joy comes form adventure today.

Time to shake the world up.

Let's fucking do it.

Sunday, December 23, 2007
It goes with the tides.


Monday, December 24, 2007

It's a shade of green.

Tuesday, December 25, 2007
Chocolate vinyl

Festivities were on par. Plastic dubplates that stil need to be listened to and make ears joyful.

Sitting here thinking still.

Expressive shirts

Sitting at the dinning room table of my cousins house I remember Volcom is cool and have sweet quotes on their clothing. I look at the tag on my shirt and read. It made me go fuck yes. And maybe it will for you too.

"Be true to yourself and you will never fall"

Hell yes. Why can't we have more positive motivations in our lives?
Go make someone feel good. They've earned it and deserved it since forever.

Wednesday, December 26, 2007
Immunity doesn’t seem to work

And i still seem to look at things i shouldn't.

Saint Nick brought some dank shit. Then I recieved a sickness from nowhere. Word! Wakes me up at 6, it's rad as hell.

I holla'd a popped collah the other day. No that's a lie.

Thursday, December 27, 2007
From a friend of mine

First, there is a mountain
then, there was you
Frank Weaver the truth
ouf of thread.

We are all just missing.

<3 Jack.

It's sweetness awesome.

Friday, December 28, 2007
Trigonometric Expressive Fucktions

Look at this kid
when he goin' pro

Look at the cum
on his eyebrow

That shits classy rad old school.

There are load expressive noises behind me haunting getting louder and louder.
Repative, crash. Again. The build ends

Alternative mix to the feelings. Blood shot eyes. Mountainous escapades from the....CRASH.

The women scream in need of sexual pleasures form a man on a horse. They only recieve a sword through thy chest. Let's turn this around. On itselff in a cave. Hats off to poor old men.

We are the saddle in he upwards creek.

Blank moments like this we should cherish FOREVER. The awkward-ness can only become comfortable. Im comfortable as I write this.

I told him to stop calling me retarded.

I am craving for something. In the jungle. Lush with decaying flora. Entangled by the roots there are oranges covered with baby spiders growing at expodential rates. Why has the moon taken the spiders away from the mother.

This is amazingly stupendously awesomly amazing. Yes. Five times platinum album. Thriller.

"Suck on my balls" - G

Straight to my heart, Meldin Jewlers!...

Im really not listening to Yo La Tengo.

Saturday, December 29, 2007
Bullion Cubes

Salt turns sweet in your mouth after a while.

Classic Crew of Shit

Amazing sky. Dark. Black. DEAD.
I swing from the trees, I swing.
Don't fall hard of the Pillows of Saul
It's discomforting so. The plane is stable

We plan to
fight at dawn
for the rights
or spectacular
dawn of sheep

Dear Dolly,
It's the wool.
Not you.

Sunday, December 30, 2007
Laughing backstage

At the silly shit that unravles from the bandana I wear.

Monday, December 31, 2007
Shaking the Railroads Trailers

I age in three days to the most useless age. What the hell can one do at that age. Nothing.

False positives. Contra Positives. Negative Positives.
Heads. Tails. Coins.

This is getting wierd. The Alchemist says otherwise, but I still disagree with his philosophies on herding lost camels.

Wednesday, January 02, 2008
Last planet standing

Well actually, it just passed out a few hours ago. On a side note the cranberrys are still fermenting to their fullest extent. This is going to be a great boxing day in America.

America where the sun shines and we still all whine. Grand 'ol place to live. Let's get the fuck out of here. Move in a tree, with the rest of the wooly mammouths.

After the ice melts, it reforms in a selectve location determined by those who welcome the ice. Who might these people be? Cutter knows.

Cutter. Legendary.

Thursday, January 03, 2008
The cliche of a turnip from animal crossing

Quothe thy raven, "Fuck them bitches up, ima rape em and get 'em pregnant, get 'em pregnant, get 'em pregnant."

we gon do a bol? - _| aka Ja

Ima geting sucked for an epic film. No it was a joke because it never happened. Where has this leg gone? My manbearpigseagulflyswatter. I made one the other night it flocked with flash bangs. I flashed my pet walrus it was shocked that I only gave him one pound of olives. Crushed olives. Little Miss Sunshine.

Hezbollah. Shi'ite. Sunni. Kurds and the whales from sea to shining seals. Farms of local cattle herding pig squeeling cup cakes. Too many cuppy cakes. No stop it. Im done.

Never enough. Never enough. Never ever fucking enough. Yeah it is.

À la mode. Barack Obama, Barack Obama, Barack Obama BOOM BOOM! What the fuck this is christmas! Multiple castrated Cactaur from Final Fantasy. Use Leviathan, always max damage and you get 120 AP to master some materia. Word.

I consider this fail. Master of puppets. No Metallica is terrible to end.

Sugar Cinnamon. PTM Fucking classic. Ima cruise that bowl of soup in my face. It's going to melt off, like my shadow priest. Im a fucking cunt. When are they fucking touring again...


Friday, January 04, 2008
They asked for a ride

but I didn't have any room in any of my watermelons. I felt bad. I drove home. They stayed.

Pass the rolling paper

i need to fix the flower pots. My sunflowers are getting so big and lovely! We can just dismember their beautiful faces once they are full grown adults. Their children take away from them, their lives destroyed. Crushed like a shell. Get it...?

"No thanks, I had Reese's for breakfast" and I'm bike "No way, you had whey protein powder for breakfast?" She replies, "Not whey protein powder! Reese's puffs cereal!" So she sliiiiides me a bowl. I crunch into it and WHAM! My mouth goes crazy! That smooth combo of peanut butter and chocolate-y taste attacking my taste buds! She zips my pants back up and says "And it's part of this complete breakfast!"

"Sheperd! Sheperd wake up!" Professor Kleiner starts to weep. "Sheperd don't fucking die on me you bastard!"

Mass amounts of people meet in front of a binary code:
10111010 01001010 00100000 01100100 01101001 01100100 00100000 01101001 01110100.
This is a real message if anyone would like to decode and later let me know if it's correct.

Alakazam, Kadabra, Abra. Said this way only increases the likely hood of an intersteller kitten wrestling match. Only the top kittens of select animal shelters can compete in the most, intensive, hardcore, in-your-face CUTE CONTEST. Only two kittens per shelter may enter to compete.

She worked well. She knew how to work well under preasure. That's good for this type of job. It was clear to her that this was a team effort. Everyone had their own part to do this together.
The built a companion cube.

Astalavista.box.sk. Cracks, keygen and serial search engine. Only the best can know about this. Fall the truth on killer teeth. Spoiled with an altered suit made specially for a homoerotic vaginal infestation. No. Yes? I guess it will happen some day. There really isn't any other way to make bread.

Time for a nap with a slaughtered llamande. Yellow llamas, they exist. Or is it just gold? False habbits lead to true meanings. Truth leads to happiness, which leans in toward the goal of gold. Trauma rama. Drama rama. Karma rama. Sauced kiwi.

Recurring Themes In an Amplitude of Cadavers

Bumping into attractive opposite sexes multiple times in one day. Made for awkward meetings which turned into an exchange in smirks, to a, "...Hey..."

No. Nothing. Nothing.

Hands on the back. Scratching, biting, sweating. You want more? I think you do. But then again you always portrayed yourself as the shy and innocent person. Why was that?

I've said too much. It stops for a fragment of time undisclosed to those eager, begging, starving for more rations. I make it to obvious to others.

Trapped just what we took.
Justification grained perfection.
Oiled from hands down.
Cracking the bells, plastic ruckus.
Altered fathomed pupils licking themselves.
Hastened tempo unable to disinfect.
Spreading the gospels of vermin.
One. Two. Three. Free to a bigger cell.
Detached quite the contrary indeed.
Light ripping the insides of umbrellas.
All that is left is fortitude. Yellow grapes.

Attempted suicide is illegal.

Tuesday, January 22, 2008

Enticing Sense of Intellectual Neutrality

It begins. Another sense of personal...something. Let's hope for the best. Make the overlords glad. Move into an openness at some point. Become the free roaming insect in the cluttered world.

To battle.
The outcome unpredictable.
Only wielding an implement.
Deceased trees making slates of nothing.

I thought I saw an error. What was I thinking! Reasons to make excuses to look at places I should restrain myself from. Still can't believe it, etched in my mind like an un-erasable Etch-A-Sketch.

Perhaps what traps you. The entrancement of verbal language. Galloping lips spilling out what the mind wants, not what it has to say. You want more.

Cicatriz, Help the kids, I'm defected.

Monday, January 21, 2008

Asking The Repetative Thermal Blanket

What good are you giving to yourself or anyone else for that matter if you don't create.


Don't waste whats available to enjoy. No one wants to feel bad. Let's do it, let's make this something bigger than ever.

The awkward feeling of being reacquainted after such a long winter hiatus. That is something that will happen with in the next week or so. Be ready buddy, 'cause I'm not. This will all flood into the tunnels. The perfect metals creating friction on one another.

Saturday, January 19, 2008

Inspiring Steeple Laced With You

I just watched Juno. Fucking amazing. I felt feelings when watching this film.

It made me reminisce about some great things. No idea why, but it was an inspiring film that inspired some life into the outside.

Oh Don Quixote, what would we all do with out you.

Friday, January 18, 2008

Beauty of The Surrounded Nails.

I just watched the intro to Lakai's new skate film, Fully Flared. Holy shit it's just amazing. I was completely blown away by it's epicness. Epic music with Legendary ideas that everyone has been wanting to see in the skating scene for a while I feel.

This is the intro you can stream off some blog.

Full Length movie you can stream and also download.

I urge people who read this to watch the intro. It's honestly just breath taking.

Shit I can't wait to watch this damn thing. Makes me want to get back into skateboarding again. Damn the fucking weather and sand and salt on the streets. Damn it!

Thursday, January 17, 2008

Stolen Right From My Hands

I downloaded the new Mars Volta album, The Bedlam In Goliath. I have to say this shit is fucking so much better than Amputechture. Giving it a listen right now. Tomorrow give it a listen with amplified senses.

I'm doing on a massive piracy raid now. Downloading a bunch of crap I will never listen to. I still have yet to know why I do this. I guess I just like a nice collection of music, whether the music is actually good or not. I am sure there will be a point when it will be needed. About twenty seven thousand songs, such a waste of hard drive space and bandwidth. Go waste.

So this week draws closer to the end meaning more people vanish. Fuck. It will be the same as the beginning of first semester. Shitty, lonely and boring. Everything I can possibly want. Though this will happen, I will try to make it some what enjoyable. Every weekend visit the Bostonians. Let's hope they accept it.

Saving money seems to be somewhat working. I've learned a bank does me no good with a plastic card with a pretty design and numbers creased in the plastic. Sure interest is cool, but money is moving so it would be a waste. Shortest CD length is ninety days which would be a waste as well. The classes hide in a book works well. Mind you it's a Half-Life 2 art book. The shit in there is just amazing. Mind blowing.

Nikon D80, Rega P2, Bike, drums. Those are what are needed at the moment. Camera for creations, and maybe extra money who knows. Record player for my growing collection of amazing vinyls so they don't go to waste. Bike to...well, bike places. Drums, I want to pick them up. Playing that Gateway show was great, and really made me wish I had a good set.

Speaking of music. I've had this urge to start two projects. One being a complete noise band. 100% pure noise or maybe part experimental/prog, but mainly noise. The other being a grindcore band. Oh wow, speaking of grindcore, when I was hanging out with Karla a while back we both had the urge to start a grind band together. Never happened, nor will it for matters that will not be discussed, but I could be wrong. I hope I am wrong. But anyways, I thought it would be cool to make covers of classic nursery rhymes, like Mary Had a Little Lamb and others. That would been fun.

This was a very differnt take on my writing. Enjoy it if you don't like the other posts. Enjoy the last breath of false air.

Wednesday, January 16, 2008

Ultrasonic Sound Waves. Like The Ones Over There. Yeah Those.


That new felt made me happy for a bit. It's fresh.

Tuesday, January 15, 2008

Architecture Plastered on the Walls

So I have this idea on what to do for going cross country.

Backtrack a bit. So I've planned on going cross country for roughly a year now. I feel it would just be an amazingly beautiful experience.

So to go back to my new idea. I want to visit all my friends who are in school. Nothing great but I thought I would just shoot it out there.

I think this is a very beautiful photograph. Enjoy this.

Ive been hallucinating.

Sunday, January 13, 2008

No Shadow Today

I shaved. It felt nice and weird at the same time.

Volta was amazing. Best thirty-five dollars I've spent in a long while. Two and a half hours of pure awesome-amazingness.

Recently I've been thinking about the word "friendship" What is it? What does it mean? How does it work? Why it exists? How can you tell if it's acquired or not? Just everything about it. Makes me wonder sometimes I guess.

People are starting to leave for school. This is going to be depressing again. I'll be alone doing...I don't know. I just hope to enjoy life.

We pack and deliver like UPS trucks
Already going hell just pumping that gas

Saturday, January 12, 2008

Prehistoric Lives

Reading old saved messages from places. This was both a good and bad decision. Good to bring back how great that moment was for probably the 100th time. Well It was that good I guess so what does it matter. Bad, because I'm getting obsessive and that can not happen. Not one bit.

That music video is grand.

Friday, January 11, 2008

Purple Haze

This great question has been brought to my attention by Fred, who heard from Jack.

"What do you think of most?"

That is quite possibly the most powerful questions in a LONG ass time. Think about it, rethink that, and rinse and repeat until satisfied. Then report to me.

Thursday, January 10, 2008

The Internets Are Down

The new band with Jamie O'Connel, Andrew Thomas and I. It won't work because we have no internets.

It got deleted. The dinosaurs need help.

Oh yeah so Tophers life is ruined, but in a good way. Im happy.

Short, sweet and to the point today. Nuff' Fucking Said.

Picture this, Spartan Ninjas. Imagine it. - Bryan

Today was a spectacular day. Get up at four in the afternoon. Go to work. Do nothing at work until nine. Then watch D-Wars. Quite possibly the most amazingly terrible movie. I loved it.

Now for a slider.
Jamie's a cunt right now. He's a quilting buff.

Bah, recently I've been having a hard time trying to get my thoughts out. This is not good, that means my urge to keep writing with wither away and vanish. Fuck.

Someone kick me in the face so I can start cranking some great inspirational awesome stuff. It will come out, I know it will. Keep on tugging along. Thomas the Tank Engine.

This Pepper is Greener

A mouth carving out the initials of deceased sheep into fresh fruits.

Change the subject on you. Me. Everyone else.

Not so smooth today, not so smooth sailor. Maybe next time.
I'll wake tomorrow refreshed.

Wednesday, January 9, 2008

Wake before drowning

Today I made possibly the greatest investment in my music history.

Radiohead - In Rainbows LP
Stars - In Our Bedroom After The War 2xLP
Battles - EP LP
Explosions In the Sky - All Of A Sudden I Miss Everyone 2xLP
Arcade Fire - Funeral LP

Better to spend it on that than some street whore.

Monday, January 7, 2008

Giving Birth to A Dead Possum

Lorem ipsum vim ut utroque mandamus intellegebat, ut eam omittam ancillae sadipscing, per et eius soluta veritus.

What this means is up to nobody. No one exchanged the meat back.

Melodic isotopic listening style

The crashing waves hitting the spectacular ice. Glistening creating such soft melting tones and colors. This is what it has come down to. Alternating patterns mashing together to forge such imperialistic moods for others to experience. Ice is no longer solid once it is prone to disease and viruses. Many have been hard at work crafting such a plan to rid of the leaves on the disease carrying trees.

"We'll have to erexcuse my friend jamels here for his absolute cameltoe he was riding in the wrye carbayarb. Be easy on him. He breezy on shim. Gim Cheesey on mim." - Jamie

Spiking towers ripping through the skies of our world. What a strange feeling it must be, seeing your own scalp from a birds eye view. Out of your head, a worm, working its way into hell. Crawling, twisting and turning, hoping to get one step closer to nothingness.

I thought about you again. There was beautiful music, and you popped in my head. It made me smile. Happy. Unexplainablly perfect. You.

Sunday, January 6, 2008

The True Leaders of the World

Chimps. Smart, fast, quick thinking. Fuzzy. Cute. Adorable. They are amazing creatures just like every other creature on this planet. There are so many animals, creatures and organisms in this world, why is it that humans are the most advanced and developed? Is it languages? Culture? What makes us so special as opposed to amoebas or any other single cell microbe?

We came from the chimpanzee. If you have a hard time accepting that, that's fine with me. Believe what you want,  you have every damn right to. I don't know where I was going from here. This had a purpose. Now it's lost in my mind. It will come back again.

Time will tell.

Saturday, January 5, 2008

And then...

I found my original post that blogger saved. Enjoy it.

Jesus walked on water, or was it ice? People may have solved that bible mystery as to how Jesus did infact walk on water. Well who knows to for sure. I know I don't. Let's just ask our seagull guest here.
"Frankly I find this stupid," answers the seagull.
Man replies,"Frankly I find you stupid," and he takes out a pistol hidden in his hairnet. He points it to the seagulls face and says, "Are you sure this is stupid now?" The trigger was pulled. The dreamed concluded.

Anticipating the glass to finaly disengrate to just pure air. That would be the day. A swell day indeed. With black holes cuddling with their favorite planets. Strange succluded camps of gnolls.

Intricate fossils. Their bown structures seeming impossible to even create such beautiful antiques at an antique store. Sales decresing due to uninterested text forumals. The ones used for Dungeons & Dragons. Well too bad I was just a damn gnome, no one liked the gnomes. Sabrina did.

Bandwith is wasted too often in this place. There are never any fully established connections between the host and th connecter. It needs more nector, from Hector. This is lamenor. Sorry.

California. Wyoming. Panama. Cape Horn. Cape Cod. Fauna. Flora. Disease. Creating the false hope of Judith when the sky fell on. It lost balance. It grew tired. It knew it could not last long. Or forever.

Friday, January 4, 2008

Reticulating splines

transfering here. Expect more writings. im eating.