Monday, August 31, 2009

The Dead Kennedys

It makes sense now....

Thursday, August 27, 2009

WiTricity

Alright just watch this TED video on WiTricity which is wireless electricity. Amazing technology, though they already have it somewhat, but to a VERY small degree. I remember seeing, I believe it was a WiiMote wireless charger, but you had to place it on a try in order to charge. Still dope, but now we can take it one step further!


Shits killer

Grab My Balls For Me? Thanks Hun.

I love getting Chinese food and there is brown juices dripping on the side of the food container. Way to go Jing's Garden II. 

Hollywood is getting so desperate for money they are now opening up restaurants and can't think of new names so they just make sequels. Biggest stretch for a joke.

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Glitch Niche

Dope Album art is brought to you by dope music


This is the cover of Discovery's first S/T LP. The music is awesome, the beats are FRESH. And Of course the art is so sweet. This was one of my "Buy based on album art" buys. Its definitely a keeper.

Its clubbish/electro/R&B/Hip-hopish but in an indie sense. Apparently the two people who did this are other famous indie musicians, but not famous enough for me to care about until now.

But anyways, check this shit out. Fucking good stuff.

http://www.dscvry.net/

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Masturbatory Quarters

Just found the most quintessential LP ever. It's called: Porno Groove: The Sound Of 70's Adult Films. I don't think you can find a better LP than that. The name alone is amazing.

Get it here: http://is.gd/2xvIS

Sunday, August 23, 2009

Dinner Dad



I was gettin some head!

Fuck. I'm at a shitty party. An to make matters worse they are playing none other than...




fuck me

Saturday, August 22, 2009

Pink Triangle

A challenger approaches Mt. Kilimanjaro

Friday, August 21, 2009

Faggotry

Tonight was a night of faggotry which has been needed. A great ape from the west came after extensive bio-research in the mescalinated outdoors. 

No start it again.

Today was a night of faggotry which was been needed. My friend friend jack came back from Utah and we did some talking about shit. I guess mainly art. Now what sucks is I can't remember. No it was art. We shared art, ideas, feelings, and thoughts. It was an amazing time. Good shit. 

Check these out. Fucking WHOA.

Im blown away.


To who this may concern,

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Missing

                           

        ] just gets it.

Sincerely,

Lucas Tephant

PS. i w[--------Scribbled--------]u[----Scribbled----]y[-------------------------------Scribbled-------------------------------] K-------5-----P. I love [Removed]

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Cops Know You're High

This story is based on true events And other possible ideas that may develop throughout me writing this.

I visited my friend Mae. She writes, you should check out out in my deepthroat section. Its on the right had column. Shits dope dude. We decided to go to a Provincial town off of Cape Horn. We decided to take the space shuttle which only took 10 hours to arrive in Chile. Though it was two dollars so one can't complain about no lunch being served on the flight.

As we arrived we took our horses out of the stable, mounted them. We were off in a wild land where people lived free of worries, expressed themselves to the fullest extent, and people still accepted then regardless of anything. This place brings yourself out. Little did I know, my family had apparently taken a space shuttle down there as well. Mae and I had bumped into them and within minutes my father had gone missing.

Dad? Daaad? DAAAAD?! Cops know you're high. Don't Look. Now.

I was scared for I may never see my dad again. Luckily for me I have two more dads.

A boat was crying for help. It was beached. All the whales that walked by had been laughing at it. White, red and yellow stripes glazed the sides.
This twin sister was looking at your uncle.

Teach me how to speak Mae, and I'll teach you how to speak me.

Monday, August 17, 2009

Hissing at Autumn

I feel so much comfort that I don't have to say anything to you. Ive told you once, twice and thrice and I'll always say it again and again. You just get it. Communcation of the twenty first century is already out of date for two people who can converse on higher levels.

There is a space of quality. I read a quote in a book, but I forget the name... But the title has wallflowers in it.
It went something like this: Actually forget it. The quote is too important I feel to fuck it up. Well I just Fucked it up. Fuck you.

Sorry for being rude. Let me hold you. I offended people sometimes but I enjoy it.

Truth has it I am the regalian hustler. Watch my porn films

Sunday, August 16, 2009

Marital Status

A second life is always given, but the outcome is all the same. Fractions of luck are knitting feasible tiles; which encrypt writings across the labyrinth.

I am a lion whose teeth you wear strung on a string around your neck.
Wear it tight for its string is perishable. The string prays...

Friday, August 14, 2009

Split Wood

A A A A A. Feel vibrations through a door. Pains recieved from the hand, marks make grades. Lucile practice, practice, practice, guillotine. Wash up before you take care of me. I'll sew you a shirt, just don't wear it when I'm around.


I love the sinner, but I hate the sin. - Guenivere

Thursday, August 13, 2009

Beatrix, what happened to your gown?

I'm a utensil In which peolple eat with.
You're a black hole sucking up everything you can.

Heavenly light can't escape

I Wonder How You Touch Yourself and Curse Myself

I cheated. Don't tell anyone. I won't tell I'd you won't tell...

Normal mode:
so I'm getting an online portfolio made by my buddy Tim Chilcott. Photography is coming back which is cool. Taking photos for my friends moms wedding. That will be interisting. First pro job.

A wilting tree came to me with open arms. It asked if I needed a pair of plyers. Later toothless sabers eclipsed. White sharp train

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Abuse thoughts

I'll obey everything you ask me to do. We both know that, it was written on the lost tablets from Pompeii.

Fuck you, I'm the king of France. Fucking whore. It's strange you were the one sitting in the corner of the room. Eye patched. Half-way pirate, or secluded Utopist waiting for a partner in crime?

Looks like a bank will soon be lost.

I Pamper

Maybe it's too much. I don't know what to do. Im a fucking trashy mess. Give me something that will give me some hope, while I grope the end of the table.

Remember though: "The diamond in the rough" - Jafar

I can feel it. Like I said. I Feel it.

Scalp that white man.

Saturday, August 8, 2009

Sluts

How do you talk to them? Do you use a different approach? Well I'll see how it goes.

Thursday, August 6, 2009

If you're shoveling shit, shovel it fast, cause it stinks

Rats rummage through my belongings apparently. I'm shocked and surprised this happened.

For intigers.

They know better

Dave Dranx

Everything is fantesticle.

I will soon be lost in a world of cows carrying axes that are trying to cut my head off. Hell yes.

Starting up this new recording studio. Shits off the hook. The studio is mobile which makes it fucking YESS! Check it, Civic Spittin' Sessions. Hell yeah



More to come.

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Reoccuring themes with reoccuring dreams

Sitting around in my basement. You, you, you and you are hanging out. What else could I ask for a great night. You make a move. After how many times it's been said, talked about, joked about, you're still an animal. Remember the incident with the scene? Yeah I do. She told me everything about it the next day. The day you hung out you told me how to get girls. Why did you even talk about that.... With utter jealousy I sit there and don't say anything because I thought friends respected one another. Gifted to a man is a slug. That gift was re-wrapped in gift wrap. Paper back stock.

I read the clock. 11:32.

I have to mow the lawn. Fuck

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Monday, August 3, 2009

Sometimes I have heartburn.

My view points of life are skewed. A 44 year old women confirmed it when she told me she's married, has a daughter, and of course has a boyfriend. Whhaaaa?!

Farfetch'd. Farfetch'd. Farfetch'd.

My friend, she's tough. My other friend, a quilting buff. Fuck off

Listening to nuggets talk about sixth grade binders. What the fuck...

I need an escape rope. Where is that blue cartridge?

"Oh my god I just took your next facebook photo!!"
"oh my god let me see!!"

reallY what the fuck.

I need to get trashed and learn to knit with z-boys. Way to swiggle it Heath Ledger. Iceing on the cake but I still got no cake.

Sunday, August 2, 2009

That possum still needs to eat

What an interesting slew of events. Nothing.

I've been quite anxious for the past week. I think I know why and I know I shouldn't let it. Poison! Damnit.
Maybe not anxious. Gah I can't even think.

Just get in the bag. I'll take you to places you couldn't even dream about. I'll show you everything you've always wanted to see and more.

Tha sounded lame. Excuse my lameness. Excusez mon fran├žais. Bull.

This girl is poison

And I can't get enough.

Saturday, August 1, 2009

So sweet



I love the movements.