| Been a While.... |
[03 Jan 2008|01:34am] |
But here is something I recently made. Hope you enjoy!
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| Serious Seeker Seeking Room! |
[23 Aug 2007|07:07pm] |
Craigslist is killing me with the search for a room... I dont know what I have to say to get a proper response from these people claiming to have rooms for rent.... Maybe there are in fact no rooms for rent, maybe just a bunch of cardboard cut outs designed to look like housing after a little photoshop magic and of course all this just to waste my time.... So far the closest has been a place in daily city, however they are not calling me back to tell me "congratulations!" just yet, so I guess it really isnt close enough......
ah bitch and moan, bitch and moan....
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| Open Page; Open Wound |
[12 Feb 2006|11:53pm] |
In the presence of the magnificent shadows, parked beneath those towering gates, I witnessed the blood of children rolling over and under the leathered feet of waltzing briefcases…
Alarm clocks explode as the shrapnel of time penetrates the thoughts of entire movements, as the white of our eyes morph from flawless to flawed, weighted down by the countless bottles of lusting dreams…
Oh come save the city from such war wounds bursting from the eyes, for the dead are marching and the young are fading, and the wives are leaving, and the men are weeping and the dreams are all ceasing…
Oh night come upon us, the night for the young to find a way out by licking the sweet sky for bodies to flash holy in a crucified delight, dancing like Sade on the face of the illuminated earth witnessing the long lost beauty of flowing jazz…
Such a state of orgasmic potential, so typically untypical parading around the fiery madness like Rumplestiltskin on strawberry acid while laughing hysterical as the fire below fades to witness the rise of the burning ball above…
Overwhelming fluids pumped into the veins of back shop back drops, feeding inspiration to the tips of dirty dingy fingernails, erecting the revival of the howling words of such influential poets…
Pause…
Beat…
Pause…
The beading sweat drips down the foreheads of dreamers, the candy coated barrel of a cocked 9mm that was meant to warn the revolution, digs deep into the back of the throat of a desirous humanity…
We’ve set and accepted our demise, overpowering mother earth with bombs, bombs, bombs and lubricated condoms and plastic bags and oil wars, and building and bombing and sucking and fucking the hanging blue art above and the drapery below…
Do you feel the open page, as you would feel the open wound, the words are blood and the blood is flowing comrades, welcome to the circus, the paradiso wrapped in bondage wrapped in boundaries and checkpoints and street corner camcorders…
I smoke the cigarettes of Rome while awaiting the rebirth, creating disguises, burning the old seas, and you will know when the flowers bloom, from beneath the magnificent shadows they cast none will feel any pain any longer …
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| Van Gogh's Star |
[13 Dec 2005|05:48am] |
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I know that I dont Post very much and I feel it a selfish act to do so solely to promote something of mine, but unfortuantly that is what this is... I'm up on myspace with some songs at http://www.myspace.com/contingentomega I just recorded a new song yesterday in between cramming for finals, its a little rough but check it out, add me up, let me know what you think... In case I dont post again soon, I hope you all have a good holiday season, filled with good company, food, drink, and conversation....
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| pocket 8's and a fistfull of broken memories |
[18 Aug 2005|04:38am] |
Its a long drive home as my gas tank plays with nothing
its a moment which I fall in and my pockets all are empty
I turn the music up as loud as it will go
I turn the music up, it the last thing that I know
Its a long life to survive when everything you love is broken
its a tender loving spirit that I urn for,
its a tender loving moment that I strive for....
this means nothing but the sadness which my nights all end with....
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[11 Aug 2005|05:02pm] |
The bodies boiled in the bathing moonlight,
naked and inhebriated lustful excursions,
I stood approaching everything with odds,
I deduced my situation and fled.
they called me pretencious,
I just smiled and knodded at their wet naked bodies,
they called me a fool for not joining their debauchery,
I just smiled and knodded as I opened the sliding glass door and left their laughter behind me...
I went out into the early morning air,
the sun just starting to make itself known,
and I drowned myself in the music,
I drowned myself in the songs.
I know what an idea of love is,
I know that such an idea exists,
surely it is not such foolish games,
surely it is not basil and thyme.
Tonight the air will be so soft,
with a dancing breeze through the euclid pepper trees,
I will drive, and I will dance
but i will not be so foolish to believe in romance...
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[05 Aug 2005|06:09pm] |
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Today is my birthday.
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| Bicycles at Night |
[07 Jul 2005|11:47pm] |
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Tonight I went and rode my bike with my headphones on, listening to Edith Piaf's "those were the days"... It made me feel so good inside, yet at the same time it made me want to cry. I thought about what was missing, I thought about old friendships that failed, and friendships that never even had a chance to start...
I imagined all of us riding down the suburban streets making figure eights in perfect formation... I imagined the terror we could strike in the hearts of the mundane by releasing simultaneous laughter...
I remembered those moments that we never shared, I remembered the sentances we never finished, and then I remembered that I was all alone, and it felt all right for that moment.....
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[06 Jul 2005|11:28pm] |
I have lost my way...
I have spent far too many nights at sea upon this old and broken ship...
This macabre jig upon these old and dusty boards has become a tap dance of electric shock heartbreak....
And my love is like wartime, haunted by sleepless nights, plagued by the sea breeze insanity...
All the sparks out there in the darkness, all the death wishes about to ignite....
I will wait out this fever, I will wait for the thermometer to burst, pop and fizzle..
Let such feverish nightmares be filled with vagabonds and poets, all spinning tricks down roads hazed with scornfull dust particles....
I could wait by the phone till the end of time, I could wait for a man who looks like jesus to fix this problem of mine, but instead I will hoist up the sails once more, and tonight... Oh tonight...
tonight I will ride...
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[28 Jun 2005|07:04pm] |
This post is for Rina and all the other gangsta's keeping it real in chino
I'd like to say hello
to all our friends from chino.
to the people of chino, hello.
I'd like to say hello
to all our friends from chino.
to the people of chino, hello.
I know how hard it is, down in chino.
I know how you struggle, just to get by.
I know they got farm fresh eggs, down in chino.
and tract homes, reasonably priced!
I'd like to say hello
to all our friends from chino.
to the people from chino, hello.
I'd like to say hello
to all our friends from chino.
to the people from chino, hello.
convenient access to the 60 freeway.
accredited medical care, down at chino valley hospital.
a unified school system, the likes of which you won't find elsewhere.
and friendly people.
I would like to say hello
to all our friends from chino.
to the people from chino, hello.
I'd just like to say hello
to all our friends from chino.
to the people from chino....hello.
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[07 Jan 2005|08:43pm] |
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Whooohooo for Barbara Boxer, let the fun begin!
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[20 Dec 2004|03:23am] |
Well its been a long year, though i dont really know what it is that i accomplished.
Things didnt exactly go as planned, the movie didnt take off, in fact it never even pulled out of the terminal, thats depressing, but i can only hope and stay on it... So now a year later and im laying on my studio apartment floor, typing on this computer, breathing in all the dust gathered from pure neglect. The walls are all bare, the mattress has no spring board, the tv is up on crates, and all my books are in boxes... Moving depresses me, especially when it seems like i am taking two steps backwards and moving back in with the parental unit, though i love them dearly and will be able to play music with my talented little brother, it just seems so typical, same town with the same feelings...
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| Bad Bad Bad week, go to your room.... |
[11 Nov 2004|04:48pm] |
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This week just needs to end, it should have been over yesterday. Im sick, been hugging the toilet all god damn day. Now when i drink i cant get out of Hunter S Thompson mode, i think im driving people away because of that. Car problems, horrible tips at work, waiting for impeachment, tired of researching the diebold conspiracy. Still searching for some sort of tangible companionship, still searching for the next part of my script, still waiting for this week to end......
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[10 Nov 2004|02:57pm] |
There is a point when we all just turn into monsters. No matter where the night starts, we all have a pretty good idea about where it will end. Usually the trouble begins when we all congregate in hopes of doing something new, different, wild, absurd, crazy and vibrant. Then we all take a sip of some vial liquid, one, then two, then by the time we are on our third we are already lining up the fourth, fifth, and sixth. Pure and simple we become destructive consumers of the devil juice. All of our prior attempts are thrown out the window, and though we all know that the other shoe is going to drop at any second, the fact doesn’t bother any of us in the slightest.
When we run dry there is no task too difficult to stop us from trying, scaling walls, cracking doors, extortion, typical thievery and don’t think that someone saying no is going to hinder our attempts. We will shout right back in the type of unfixable defiance that is rarely found any more in such a subservient and fearful society. We go all night like this, tipping bottles down the backs of our throats until nothing is impossible, till we all feel like the supermen of beatnik lit nights, all so filled with pretension, knowing that whoever we may love, or want to love, is going to be loving us by the end of the night.
Every ones motives are clear from their actions like a pack of starving dogs, but no mind is paid to such desperations, everyone is assumed to be as malfunctioning as the next. We are all sitting in the same sinking ship, some filling buckets and some just beating the water with ancient wooden paddles without any purpose.
These are the type of days and nights that carry on for years. The type of moments where no one is the problem and everyone is the solution, and if that is not the case in point and somehow someone succeeds at proving us wrong in our self proclaimed righteousness, then excuses will be typed up in the form of legal memos for the foggy glazed mornings after. Justification is needed. Realizations are limited. Profound momentary satisfaction is always underwhelming yet believed to be achievable.
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[28 Oct 2004|11:18pm] |
I dont post anymore...
But im thinking that i might start doing some amatuer reviews of bands that i have recently come across and fell in love with... if you dont want to hear my B.S. im sorry. i hope it to be somewhat entertaining and you will stay my friend and stay in contact...
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