Sunday, August 31, 2014
Monday, August 25, 2014
*UNOFFICIAL FAN VIDEO* Brainbombs ~ Picking Flowers
Sunday, August 24, 2014
Meursault teen poem
First ever, I
Tried sex with a girl.
We were hid in
my red topaz, all red interior. Dirt road,
Tire tracks of pebbles,
Shaded away by trees,
Outcasts after-school
special.
Amanda D, Said,
"You're the first boyfriend I've been with that likes Hardcore."
Car stereo played, Bad Brains, Lip Cream, Germs,
What Happens Next?
XXX.
Black knickers, Pale thighs,
Cramped in car.
Yelling and Sex.
And those crickets.
IN a Stove, Oy vey.
Tied wrists with bandannas and socks,
Sweat, fog,
Smell of bodies, tree bark and wheat.
3 hours,
Amanda D says,
"You can't cum
If you're not
In Love."
Was not in love.
Yet Lucky,
Amanda D had glass in her head,
I was the wrong guy,
In my numb teen skull.
Pieces of windshield came from her forehead.
My crotch hatchet,
Split teen hearts in half,
Would of been a sad cum,
Was not in love.
Amanda D. so scientific,
Admired her mathematical mind.
I cheated a test looking at her scan-tron.
We shared Love for obscure bands,
Fuck on the Beach "Endless Summer",
Community didn't care.
Blue morning light,
Empty boats, overturned tables from chains, grey sands,
Where was the black hairs?
The smoke from our cigarettes,
Blown to Asia.
I was abstract saying,
"Your hips could birth a nation."
Offended her, but
to me,
Amanda D,
I was listening to a lot of Orchid.
Living Clockwork Orange,
She put me onto Joan of Arc.
Amanda D said,
You're like The Stranger, Meursault.
Tried sex with a girl.
We were hid in
my red topaz, all red interior. Dirt road,
Tire tracks of pebbles,
Shaded away by trees,
Outcasts after-school
special.
Amanda D, Said,
"You're the first boyfriend I've been with that likes Hardcore."
Car stereo played, Bad Brains, Lip Cream, Germs,
What Happens Next?
XXX.
Black knickers, Pale thighs,
Cramped in car.
Yelling and Sex.
And those crickets.
IN a Stove, Oy vey.
Tied wrists with bandannas and socks,
Sweat, fog,
Smell of bodies, tree bark and wheat.
3 hours,
Amanda D says,
"You can't cum
If you're not
In Love."
Was not in love.
Yet Lucky,
Amanda D had glass in her head,
I was the wrong guy,
In my numb teen skull.
Pieces of windshield came from her forehead.
My crotch hatchet,
Split teen hearts in half,
Would of been a sad cum,
Was not in love.
Amanda D. so scientific,
Admired her mathematical mind.
I cheated a test looking at her scan-tron.
We shared Love for obscure bands,
Fuck on the Beach "Endless Summer",
Community didn't care.
Blue morning light,
Empty boats, overturned tables from chains, grey sands,
Where was the black hairs?
The smoke from our cigarettes,
Blown to Asia.
I was abstract saying,
"Your hips could birth a nation."
Offended her, but
to me,
Amanda D,
I was listening to a lot of Orchid.
Living Clockwork Orange,
She put me onto Joan of Arc.
Amanda D said,
You're like The Stranger, Meursault.
Wednesday, August 20, 2014
Kiss Mixtape
Kiss Mixtape
August 20th,2014, 10:00AM
01. The Kiss ~ (Andy Warhol's "The Kiss")
02. SLEEP CHAMBER ~ Forever & A Moment
03. Joel Vandroogenbroek ~ Lonely Planet
04. Loveliescrushing ~ i want you
05. Wreck and Reference ~ Corpse Museum
06. Swans ~ Failure
07. Alu ~ Rattay
08. Clock DVA ~ Blue Tone
09. Death in June ~ Despair
10, Dennis Hopper musing "You Still End Up With Your Pillow"
11. Yoko Ono ~ What A Bastard the World Is
12. Neu! ~ Hero
13. Russel Brand ("Messiah Complex") "I'm like a Vampire I can only be invited in if you let me"
August 20th,2014, 10:00AM
01. The Kiss ~ (Andy Warhol's "The Kiss")
02. SLEEP CHAMBER ~ Forever & A Moment
03. Joel Vandroogenbroek ~ Lonely Planet
04. Loveliescrushing ~ i want you
05. Wreck and Reference ~ Corpse Museum
06. Swans ~ Failure
07. Alu ~ Rattay
08. Clock DVA ~ Blue Tone
09. Death in June ~ Despair
10, Dennis Hopper musing "You Still End Up With Your Pillow"
11. Yoko Ono ~ What A Bastard the World Is
12. Neu! ~ Hero
13. Russel Brand ("Messiah Complex") "I'm like a Vampire I can only be invited in if you let me"
Monday, August 18, 2014
Saturday, August 16, 2014
Secret Muse
Labels:
Beside Amapolas,
Gift,
Jonathan Lenmesin,
Maggie Lee
Friday, August 8, 2014
poem about my signature
When I sign legal documents,
My signature is cursive,
Initials,
JC
With a 2 dimensional Cross
off to the right side.
Angela asked me at training, "what does it mean?"
"How you sign your name?"
I Replied,
"Horizontal is feminine
Vertical is masculine
In the middle they
Meet. And,
It is 2D to make it pop.
Or
It always is open
for interpretation."
"I expected it meant something, given who you are," Angela said,
"My father is a minister and I wanted to know what
the cross meant in your signature."
"Well, you could always add an H in the middle of J C."
Angela stood and did not speak,
Then Deb said," that's what I like about him,
He makes you think and then again he doesn't."
My signature is cursive,
Initials,
JC
With a 2 dimensional Cross
off to the right side.
Angela asked me at training, "what does it mean?"
"How you sign your name?"
I Replied,
"Horizontal is feminine
Vertical is masculine
In the middle they
Meet. And,
It is 2D to make it pop.
Or
It always is open
for interpretation."
"I expected it meant something, given who you are," Angela said,
"My father is a minister and I wanted to know what
the cross meant in your signature."
"Well, you could always add an H in the middle of J C."
Angela stood and did not speak,
Then Deb said," that's what I like about him,
He makes you think and then again he doesn't."
Wednesday, August 6, 2014
Tuesday, August 5, 2014
Monday, August 4, 2014
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