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."
Lyrics ~ you need to vibrate higher freq5d
Culture Shock LYRICS
Death Grips
So softly a supergod dies
Culture shock, future shock
Fuck yourself, choke yourself
Useless information occupies every open space inside your skull
You know whats going on every day every night
Everywhere swear you're so international
Upside down cross on the Jumbotron
Wait up, hold on
Blowing anthrax off my palms
Say what, you're wrong
Switch stance, face plant
Napalm fire starters
Flatlander, plug puller
Nose dive turbulence chartered
You speak in abbreviations because real life conversation moves too slow
You're the media's creation, yeah your free will has been taken and you don't know
Fuck yourself, choke yourself
Culture shock, future shock
Fuck yourself, choke yourself
Never seen without one hundred
She's a satanic priestess
Anarchy on ice freak flag flying faceless elitist
Crow on the down low end
Reppin' Orion's belt
Atlantis ancient vagina
Getting dusty on the shelf
Enter the pigs don't get it
No hands I'm shattering jaws
Double nickles on the dime
Fuck glam can lick my balls
Culture shock, future shock
Fuck yourself, choke yourself
Whatchya gonna be when you're grown young blood?
Gonna be a headless drone
Won't ever have to think
No your head'll be linked directly to your cell phone
The virus is alive, I can see it in your eyes
The infection is full blown
Career killer, double decker packed with suicidal brides
Four armed fury in a filthy dream about splitting your bitches thighs
Enters through unknowing eyes
Touch the key its in your mind
Can't delete it and soon you'll find
How bad you need it all the time
Culture shock, future shock
Fuck yourself, choke yourself
Shiva slashin through your flat screen
Is nowhere for you to hide
Strangled by anaconda thumbs to the soundtrack of world genocide
My thoughts tie knots in silver spoons
Vampire on the rise
Punk a chump wit a cunt for brains platoon
In the zone and on the grind
Dead matter disposer from the mountains without peaks
Catch and release
Time released horse capsule swallowed to wake the savage beast
Culture shock, future shock
Fuck yourself, choke yourself
Gotta get them outta here now
Infected act so weird how'd you get it
You're pathetic
Quarantine the virus
Culture shock, future shock
Fuck yourself, choke yourself
Culture shock, future shock
Fuck yourself, choke yourself
Useless information occupies every open space inside your skull
You know whats going on every day every night
Everywhere swear you're so international
Upside down cross on the Jumbotron
Wait up, hold on
Blowing anthrax off my palms
Say what, you're wrong
Switch stance, face plant
Napalm fire starters
Flatlander, plug puller
Nose dive turbulence chartered
You speak in abbreviations because real life conversation moves too slow
You're the media's creation, yeah your free will has been taken and you don't know
Fuck yourself, choke yourself
Culture shock, future shock
Fuck yourself, choke yourself
Never seen without one hundred
She's a satanic priestess
Anarchy on ice freak flag flying faceless elitist
Crow on the down low end
Reppin' Orion's belt
Atlantis ancient vagina
Getting dusty on the shelf
Enter the pigs don't get it
No hands I'm shattering jaws
Double nickles on the dime
Fuck glam can lick my balls
Culture shock, future shock
Fuck yourself, choke yourself
Whatchya gonna be when you're grown young blood?
Gonna be a headless drone
Won't ever have to think
No your head'll be linked directly to your cell phone
The virus is alive, I can see it in your eyes
The infection is full blown
Career killer, double decker packed with suicidal brides
Four armed fury in a filthy dream about splitting your bitches thighs
Enters through unknowing eyes
Touch the key its in your mind
Can't delete it and soon you'll find
How bad you need it all the time
Culture shock, future shock
Fuck yourself, choke yourself
Shiva slashin through your flat screen
Is nowhere for you to hide
Strangled by anaconda thumbs to the soundtrack of world genocide
My thoughts tie knots in silver spoons
Vampire on the rise
Punk a chump wit a cunt for brains platoon
In the zone and on the grind
Dead matter disposer from the mountains without peaks
Catch and release
Time released horse capsule swallowed to wake the savage beast
Culture shock, future shock
Fuck yourself, choke yourself
Gotta get them outta here now
Infected act so weird how'd you get it
You're pathetic
Quarantine the virus
Culture shock, future shock
Fuck yourself, choke yourself
Wednesday, August 6, 2014
Tuesday, August 5, 2014
Monday, August 4, 2014
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