May 2011.
1. The Pains of Being Pure At Heart - Heart In Your Heartbreak
2. Kylesa - Cheating Synergy
3. Thin Lizzy - The Boys Are Back in Town
4. Chapel Club - Five Trees
5. Wavves - Post Acid
6. Asobi Seksu - Perfectly Crystal
7. Metric - Black Sheep
8. Philip Glass - The Secret Plot
9. Sonic Youth - Silver Rocket
10. Does This Offend You, Yeah?- The Monkeys Are Coming
11. Ash - Ichiban
12. David Bowie - Life On Mars
13. Living Things - Let It Rain
14. Miles Davis - I Fall In Love Too Easily
15. Jay Reatard - Wounded
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Monday, April 25, 2011
Hetty Kelly, But More Like Sid Vicious.
Ram-shack and grinding to find
the ways out of this cavern
I still have the onlookers conflicted
Are we alive when we fill emptiness with loneliness?
when contempt seems like a narrow path
so much has the dirt stained the proper trail
Pushed out of these sands
oft-tethered and shriveled
looking to crawl back under my rock
I don't think I can do this myself;
but I'm left behind in the waste.
am I to fade in the burning collapse?
Will I be kept within the shell of refrain?
please don't go my tender love
as I'm facing the monster up close
please don't leave, as I have the world to defeat
before it comes down to defeat me
the broken wooden ledge I lean upon
as I kept sleepy eyes behind sunglasses
I wish my soul weren't so restless
to keep this body alive for this life
don't go to sleep, my cautious dear
cause the words always seem to trip me up
please don't let me hide, as the moment's come upon this time
for eyes around will judge you down
sometimes I ponder beyond this box
for I recalled all the proper moments
but I'm stimulated by the common weakness
she thinks, "I want no loneliness"
as she feels we're left in emptiness,
but her tone always keeps her from foolishness
the brain jump ropes with the jump at hand
thinking its way out beneath the head
but, oh my nerves,
we feel nothing all over ourselves again
your words arrows me but betray
but I'd still listen to every noun
am I still awake to your tune?
or am I just becoming restless in a dream?
don't tell me this, my broken gun
your words come like twisted vulgar
head your phrases for the end
as I feel this might reached its end
stop, as I know when to call defeat
this is not the way I want things to be
but that's how minor characters act
when the story won't make us the main
I'm walking with my head down, you pretty face
but I'm not gonna look back at this
this might be the worst of us
but I wish there was something more of us, dear...
the ways out of this cavern
I still have the onlookers conflicted
Are we alive when we fill emptiness with loneliness?
when contempt seems like a narrow path
so much has the dirt stained the proper trail
Pushed out of these sands
oft-tethered and shriveled
looking to crawl back under my rock
I don't think I can do this myself;
but I'm left behind in the waste.
am I to fade in the burning collapse?
Will I be kept within the shell of refrain?
please don't go my tender love
as I'm facing the monster up close
please don't leave, as I have the world to defeat
before it comes down to defeat me
the broken wooden ledge I lean upon
as I kept sleepy eyes behind sunglasses
I wish my soul weren't so restless
to keep this body alive for this life
don't go to sleep, my cautious dear
cause the words always seem to trip me up
please don't let me hide, as the moment's come upon this time
for eyes around will judge you down
sometimes I ponder beyond this box
for I recalled all the proper moments
but I'm stimulated by the common weakness
she thinks, "I want no loneliness"
as she feels we're left in emptiness,
but her tone always keeps her from foolishness
the brain jump ropes with the jump at hand
thinking its way out beneath the head
but, oh my nerves,
we feel nothing all over ourselves again
your words arrows me but betray
but I'd still listen to every noun
am I still awake to your tune?
or am I just becoming restless in a dream?
don't tell me this, my broken gun
your words come like twisted vulgar
head your phrases for the end
as I feel this might reached its end
stop, as I know when to call defeat
this is not the way I want things to be
but that's how minor characters act
when the story won't make us the main
I'm walking with my head down, you pretty face
but I'm not gonna look back at this
this might be the worst of us
but I wish there was something more of us, dear...
Saturday, April 23, 2011
What Ever Happened to Stretch Armstrong?
Those were fun.Espeically when you got the knife,
and stabbed him to see all that gooey gel inside.
Friday, April 22, 2011
Darby Has A Crash.
Damn computer crashed for a good week,
and lost half my precious files.
I swear, sometimes i want to beat the crap out of it.
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Searching for Johnny Granger.
sadly i thought my entry was published.oh well, there's always the next time. enjoy.
In the dusk of a summer day;
Glowing white halos blossom;
Out from beneath a jet stream.
Ever since innocent youth, I’d look elsewhere;
Quietly reminiscing of an old lament tucked away:
“A calm morning sun rise from the east
Out from beneath the heavy covers;
To the living room to enjoy this day with you;
Only to find myself surrounded with boxes;
A maze with walls of suitcases and old furniture.
I waited though school to pick me up on your arms
To ride in your car and pretend it’s a rocket
But as the sun subsides to the west
So did my jovial spirit as turned to night
And I waited, wondering where did all the spacemen go?
The echoes and screeches fill the space
From only a light beneath the door;
I felt safe under the covers, but
A civil war grew violent in the pit of my stomach,
I called for you to take me away, but you were never there.
You walked across the terminal and onto the plane;
But it was explained you couldn’t return;
My face would be pressed on the glass,
Watching the smooth streaks drifting in the sky;
Always those soft white halos spiraling in summer.”
Glowing white halos blossom;
Out from beneath a jet stream.
Ever since innocent youth, I’d look elsewhere;
Quietly reminiscing of an old lament tucked away:
“A calm morning sun rise from the east
Out from beneath the heavy covers;
To the living room to enjoy this day with you;
Only to find myself surrounded with boxes;
A maze with walls of suitcases and old furniture.
I waited though school to pick me up on your arms
To ride in your car and pretend it’s a rocket
But as the sun subsides to the west
So did my jovial spirit as turned to night
And I waited, wondering where did all the spacemen go?
The echoes and screeches fill the space
From only a light beneath the door;
I felt safe under the covers, but
A civil war grew violent in the pit of my stomach,
I called for you to take me away, but you were never there.
You walked across the terminal and onto the plane;
But it was explained you couldn’t return;
My face would be pressed on the glass,
Watching the smooth streaks drifting in the sky;
Always those soft white halos spiraling in summer.”
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Monday, April 11, 2011
Lunar Barbeque.
Old essay for english class.
yes, i did turn this in and yes,
i did get a B+ on it.
boo-yah.
From the dawn of mankind, many questions has been asked and argued between great men, using logic, science, ethics and philosophy to uncover the answers behind these great mysteries. One of these mysteries that lie beyond the limits of the earth happens to be our planet’s only natural satellite, the Moon. Many great philosophers believed it to be an image of the heavens, a glowing goddess watching over us, or even a great ball of green cheese. But as one philosopher puts it, “what if [the Moon] was made out of barbeque spare ribs, would you eat it then?” (Ferrell) While the moon has been proven to be very important to the Earth and to mankind, the dwindling amount of resources of both food and energy has caused recession in many parts of the world. Sarcastically put, I believe that the Moon should be harvested and entirely consumed if it were made out of barbeque spare ribs.
The Moon has been hypothesized by astronomers that it was created billions of years ago after the Earth was struck by another planet. The contact dispatched a large chunk of the earth and got caught in its orbit, and after billions of years it shaped more sphere-like. Its orbit around the earth is equal to spin, 27 to 29 days, or one month (the word ‘moon-th’ stems from ‘moon’), which is why we can never see the other side of the moon, also known as, the dark side of the moon. The moon’s gravitational proximity to the Earth creates a friction which creates tidal waves and slows the regular Earth day to 24 hours instead of 10 hours. Its composition is scientifically made up of mostly SiO2 and variations of iron (The Moon), but in this case, the moon is entirely made up of delicious barbeque spare ribs.
If the moon harvested for its reserves of BBQ ribs, ocean tides would be extremely weak, causing a disruption of the habitats of sealife, birds, and the livelihood of fishermen. While the extinction of a handful of species will be affected, many animals that are slaughtered into meat will be spared, as the great amount of BBQ ribs will suffice and satisfy the many carnivores. The jobs that may have been affected by these rib harvesting, such as slaughterhouses and the seafood industry, will be diverted into new businesses, such as the harvesting, delivering the ribs from the moon back to earth, distribution; it would even promote research and technology in everything space-related.
The surplus of food would be distributed to many third-world countries around the world who are suffering to famine or hunger. Because of the Outer Space Act of 1967 (Outer Space Treaty), which proclaims that no one country can claim land for the Moon, it is shared within the terrestrial community, as would the space ribs.
Without the gravitational friction of the Moon, not only would the Earth day would go by much quicker, but there would be stronger winds and longer storms. While the absence of waves lowers the possibility of a hurricane or tropical or costal storms, these storms would however endanger many human beings and the even the possibility of mankind itself. (Richmond) However, the Chemical composition of BBQ Moon-ribs is far different the regular ribs on Earth, however. The bone within the Moon-rib is far stronger as its dense crust can face even the strongest vacuums of space. Its constant exposure with space, due to the Moon’s weak atmosphere (Martel), and its distance with the sun pressurize and cook these moon ribs to be both strong and tasty with 23 of the spaces finest spices. Because of the massive amount of these bones left over from global consumption, these bones would be used can be used to reinforce buildings, roads, and machines that are vulnerable to decay and giant storms and tornados. Not to mention, the fatty oils deep within the moon-rib is so delicious and powerful, it has the ability to be a possible substitute to modern petroleum oils, as its moon wells has been untouched for billions of years.
So, regardless of how this argument is hypothetical, but most definitely philosophical, I believe that if the moon were made of Barbeque spareribs, we should harvest and devour the moon. It would provide economical growth to the world and increase work production in our current economic recession; it would promote the funding, the commercialization and exploration of space and everything space related; it would help end the hunger of those in famine or in great need of food in third world countries or in great disaster; the strong bone of the rib and its juicy oils would supply us with new materials that can be used to replace resources that are rather dwindling on the earth. And most of all, the BBQ moon rib is delicious!
yes, i did turn this in and yes,
i did get a B+ on it.
boo-yah.
From the dawn of mankind, many questions has been asked and argued between great men, using logic, science, ethics and philosophy to uncover the answers behind these great mysteries. One of these mysteries that lie beyond the limits of the earth happens to be our planet’s only natural satellite, the Moon. Many great philosophers believed it to be an image of the heavens, a glowing goddess watching over us, or even a great ball of green cheese. But as one philosopher puts it, “what if [the Moon] was made out of barbeque spare ribs, would you eat it then?” (Ferrell) While the moon has been proven to be very important to the Earth and to mankind, the dwindling amount of resources of both food and energy has caused recession in many parts of the world. Sarcastically put, I believe that the Moon should be harvested and entirely consumed if it were made out of barbeque spare ribs.
The Moon has been hypothesized by astronomers that it was created billions of years ago after the Earth was struck by another planet. The contact dispatched a large chunk of the earth and got caught in its orbit, and after billions of years it shaped more sphere-like. Its orbit around the earth is equal to spin, 27 to 29 days, or one month (the word ‘moon-th’ stems from ‘moon’), which is why we can never see the other side of the moon, also known as, the dark side of the moon. The moon’s gravitational proximity to the Earth creates a friction which creates tidal waves and slows the regular Earth day to 24 hours instead of 10 hours. Its composition is scientifically made up of mostly SiO2 and variations of iron (The Moon), but in this case, the moon is entirely made up of delicious barbeque spare ribs.
If the moon harvested for its reserves of BBQ ribs, ocean tides would be extremely weak, causing a disruption of the habitats of sealife, birds, and the livelihood of fishermen. While the extinction of a handful of species will be affected, many animals that are slaughtered into meat will be spared, as the great amount of BBQ ribs will suffice and satisfy the many carnivores. The jobs that may have been affected by these rib harvesting, such as slaughterhouses and the seafood industry, will be diverted into new businesses, such as the harvesting, delivering the ribs from the moon back to earth, distribution; it would even promote research and technology in everything space-related.
The surplus of food would be distributed to many third-world countries around the world who are suffering to famine or hunger. Because of the Outer Space Act of 1967 (Outer Space Treaty), which proclaims that no one country can claim land for the Moon, it is shared within the terrestrial community, as would the space ribs.
Without the gravitational friction of the Moon, not only would the Earth day would go by much quicker, but there would be stronger winds and longer storms. While the absence of waves lowers the possibility of a hurricane or tropical or costal storms, these storms would however endanger many human beings and the even the possibility of mankind itself. (Richmond) However, the Chemical composition of BBQ Moon-ribs is far different the regular ribs on Earth, however. The bone within the Moon-rib is far stronger as its dense crust can face even the strongest vacuums of space. Its constant exposure with space, due to the Moon’s weak atmosphere (Martel), and its distance with the sun pressurize and cook these moon ribs to be both strong and tasty with 23 of the spaces finest spices. Because of the massive amount of these bones left over from global consumption, these bones would be used can be used to reinforce buildings, roads, and machines that are vulnerable to decay and giant storms and tornados. Not to mention, the fatty oils deep within the moon-rib is so delicious and powerful, it has the ability to be a possible substitute to modern petroleum oils, as its moon wells has been untouched for billions of years.
So, regardless of how this argument is hypothetical, but most definitely philosophical, I believe that if the moon were made of Barbeque spareribs, we should harvest and devour the moon. It would provide economical growth to the world and increase work production in our current economic recession; it would promote the funding, the commercialization and exploration of space and everything space related; it would help end the hunger of those in famine or in great need of food in third world countries or in great disaster; the strong bone of the rib and its juicy oils would supply us with new materials that can be used to replace resources that are rather dwindling on the earth. And most of all, the BBQ moon rib is delicious!
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Saturday, April 9, 2011
Pretty Soon, I'll Be Using Recorders.
End of another week, a continuation of loops and holes, grasped into the idea that life is always just repeating itself, both on the large and small scale. Hardship after struggle, somehow life is repeatedly pressuring us though strife and always testing the best in ourselves. But, to make diamonds, there's always some pressure to work though, as an easily life is as dirty as coal. And after reading my daily fortune in my Panda, stating, 'You will live a confortible life,' i'd have to feel it isn't something i'd most desired. In times like these, bring the better of ourselves, and our true emotions, as everything is starting to be sanitized and electronically introvert, which makes everybody more apart from everybody. Miles Davis can only help feel better. College is such an eternal struggle, much to my chargin. I'd rather just record the lectures and copy the notes, but wheres the struggle in that?
Friday, April 8, 2011
The Only Way to Deal With Hate is to Love Even More.
Interesting topic that came to mind, after reading about it in several outlets about the infamous Westboro Baptist Church. Not so much are they leading figures of controversy like Hitler or Jerry Springer, but more or less an unintended cultural phenomenon. I read them in magazines as various as Newsweek, Spin, or People, see them on News networks and televisions shows like South Park, and watch on the internet making their own internet sensation attacting millions of views. I have to figure, i guess, they're like reality stars that are somewhat flawed and definitly show mammoth emotions to things we can concider quite immoral; yet somehow, we can't take our eye off of a single movement they make. Kinda like any reality show on MTV or the first half of American Idol, there's nothing more to strengthen the pride in ourselves then group of flawed individuals.
But let me rewind and summerize a bit. Not so many people appeal to them main for one specific point they stand very strongly by: God hates everyone. Mainly because America is so tolerant of homosexual people that they believe that everyone who do not follow God's interpretation of damning all the homosexuals should also be damned and will greatly hate you. It's kinda funny how God created so many people to hate. But it's like my dad always say, "With twelve guys always following around eating dinner, watching his miracles, why wouldn't Jesus be gay?" Good point.
Then again, I never want to veer a one-sided viewpoint. It's in the Constitution for free speech. That's how they recently won the case that went to the Supreme Court how they kept picketing at a father's funeral as his son was killed in Iraq. It's a pretty obvious move to file a lawsuit about people starting commotion at a pretty depressing event, but it's slap on the head when you realize that majority of the Church Members are lawyers. Ouch.
So, in conclusion, i don't wanna promote something that's greatly itching for public attention as it would only help that cause I don't want to be so much a part of. So, i guess the message is to don't let emotions get the best of you. try not hate as life is to short to be angry all the time. hate only leads to hate, and yeah yeah yeah. what's so funny about peace, love, and understanding? I guess Michael Moore is way ahead of all of us.
Thank You, Elvis Costello!
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Eros, c'est la vie.
the soldiers are moving on,
as the bombs are flown from the sky;
I'm stranded in this wasteland,
for a battle, lost in strife.
I followed the stars you sent me,
but the sounds keep me cold;
whenever the days are fooling me,
the thoughts keep me whole.
lucid moments from synthetic words
A few steps back before I jump
in the mist that fooled and swallowed me
I’d wished, 'where did it all go?'
take me back to those carnation days
let me return to the times most revered
have me dream just for one more second
as I'm sinking beneath your finger tips
I'm struggling to keep up the pace;
only living on, from the thoughts of you.
as the fires burning out of night;
keep me asleep, when I dream of you
further the days come colder and so icy
my head spins, as it twirls these soft colours
I pick myself up to outgrow it all,
as I shed all of our primary emotions.
just a ghost I see, shriveled by the wind
a soft porcelain face, never to be held;
on goes the thoughts that lay upon a light,
only to turn off when these dreams go to sleep.
under the rising tide of season
the crashing of clouds upon its gray
I felt the distance holding me down
as the inches pull me into pressure.
I'd hate to think of a tasteless future,
all but forgotten within the depths;
tugged by a tainted leash and collar,
don't let me drown within your memories.
as I'm kept around in the same town,
i'd wish to fight for what I love.
but I kept the covers around me,
as Duchamp seems to left his 'art behind.
as the bombs are flown from the sky;
I'm stranded in this wasteland,
for a battle, lost in strife.
I followed the stars you sent me,
but the sounds keep me cold;
whenever the days are fooling me,
the thoughts keep me whole.
lucid moments from synthetic words
A few steps back before I jump
in the mist that fooled and swallowed me
I’d wished, 'where did it all go?'
take me back to those carnation days
let me return to the times most revered
have me dream just for one more second
as I'm sinking beneath your finger tips
I'm struggling to keep up the pace;
only living on, from the thoughts of you.
as the fires burning out of night;
keep me asleep, when I dream of you
further the days come colder and so icy
my head spins, as it twirls these soft colours
I pick myself up to outgrow it all,
as I shed all of our primary emotions.
just a ghost I see, shriveled by the wind
a soft porcelain face, never to be held;
on goes the thoughts that lay upon a light,
only to turn off when these dreams go to sleep.
under the rising tide of season
the crashing of clouds upon its gray
I felt the distance holding me down
as the inches pull me into pressure.
I'd hate to think of a tasteless future,
all but forgotten within the depths;
tugged by a tainted leash and collar,
don't let me drown within your memories.
as I'm kept around in the same town,
i'd wish to fight for what I love.
but I kept the covers around me,
as Duchamp seems to left his 'art behind.
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Why Is This Happening?
Farewell, to you the disco-loving sounds of the LCD Soundsystem.
We all wished we had Daft Punk at our house.
Friday, April 1, 2011
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