Thursday, January 13, 2005

someone should start a band called Carrion Baggage.

Wednesday, January 12, 2005

last night i was watching Face/Off. somewhere in the midst of Nicholas Cage and John Travolta fighting over who gets to chew more of the scenery i came up with an idea for an stylish action film. the tenative title is "Unnecessary Slow Motion". it won't have stories or characters, but a lot of people shooting, fighting, walking towards and through doors in hip-cool slow motion, with a hip-cool soundtrack featuring the *cough* very best in alt-metal and modern rock, like Demon Hunter and Glassjaw. there will be car chases, helicopter rides, and boat explosions...all in stylish, glorious, stylish slow motion. every "character" will wear trench coats or loose fitting jackets, so they can blow in the wind and move like capes...stylish slow motion capes. they will also wear sun glasses. hip-cool stylish sun glasses that they will remove stylishly and put on stylishly in slow motion. all the dialouge will either be melodramatic cries of hatred or dry-cool witty one liners, but don't worry, because words won't get in the way of your stylish hip-cool slow motion expierence.

Unnecessary Slow Motion
coming soon to a stylish, hip-cool theatre near you...in slow motion.
recent purchases;

CDs;

the Dresden Dolls - s/t
Immolation - Unholy Cult
Beaten Back to Pure - the Burning South
the Cramps - Bad Music for Bad People

books;

Fyodor Dostoevsky - Notes from Underground
Hubert Selby Jr. - Last Exit to Brooklyn

Tuesday, January 11, 2005

I’d like your face more
If you wore it towards the ground
I might be less ugly that way
And you might develop some organic charm

Knowing you,
You’d turn it into a straight jacket
Or a weapon fitted for my throat
The handle suits me more anyway

The thinning novelty of revenge songs
Is enough of an alarm
To ignite this contradiction.
In the end, the devil played
Though you broke it’s fingers
It won’t leave the strings to silence
No matter how mangled the melodies may be

Since neither one of us is asleep
Let’s give ourselves another chamber
Before unbuttoning the metal jackets

As I’m spitting out splintered plastic
And gnarled thread
I see you’ve already bitten them off

It’s an awful sound,
Like dry knee caps
Being grinded into wetness

In the end, the devil played
An upright casket with a twisted neck
Rope where the nails would be
Threats where the eulogy would be.

Monday, January 10, 2005

NP:Nancy Sinatra-Bang Bang

tonight my dream girl is Zoe Lund.

NP:Ween-Push th' Little Daisies

this is my first post from my new computer. still working on the kinks ie. getting free porn.

lots of free porn.

it's a Dell, which is so easy to put together it's borderline insulting.

i'm having a brain fart. gotta go.