The capture and dissimination of mental spewage.

Sunday, May 25, 2008


Instant karmas gonna get you
Gonna knock you right on the head
You better get yourself together
Pretty soon youre gonna be dead
What in the world you thinking of
Laughing in the face of love
What on earth you tryin to do
Its up to you, yeah you

Instant karmas gonna get you
Gonna look you right in the face
Better get yourself together darlin
Join the human race
How in the world you gonna see
Laughin at fools like me
Who in the hell dyou think you are
A super star
Well, right you are

Well we all shine on
Like the moon and the stars and the sun
Well we all shine on
Evryone come on

Instant karmas gonna get you
Gonna knock you off your feet
Better recognize your brothers
Evryone you meet
Why in the world are we here
Surely not to live in pain and fear
Why on earth are you there
When youre evrywhere
Come and get your share

Well we all shine on
Like the moon and the stars and the sun
Yeah we all shine on
Come on and on and on on on
Yeah yeah, alright, uh huh, ah

Well we all shine on
Like the moon and the stars and the sun
Yeah we all shine on
On and on and on on and on

Well we all shine on
Like the moon and the stars and the sun
Well we all shine on
Like the moon and the stars and the sun
Well we all shine on
Like the moon and the stars and the sun
Yeah we all shine on
Like the moon and the stars and the sun

Friday, November 10, 2006

LA Police - American Class.

Our glorious police force out of LA is up to their wonderful tricks once more.

I have complete and total sympathy for our police force. Their job is the hardest in America - especially in heavily urbanized areas like LA where they are confronted with human ignorance on a daily basis. It must put them into a war-zone mentality where the rules, in their mind, change to be able to survive. Unfortunately, the rules outside of their mind don't change. The rule of law, order and civility are a constant in our natural world.

Beating a man while your knee is on his throat? A wrong thing.


Wednesday, November 08, 2006

The Face of Republican Defeat.

'nuff said.


Tuesday, November 07, 2006

1 word.



Friday, November 03, 2006

Just come clean.

The top banner on -

"A top evangelical leader who is accused of paying a male prostitute for sex admitted today he contacted his accuser "for a massage" and purchased methamphetamine from him. But the Rev. Ted Haggard said he never had sex with Mike Jones and threw away the drugs."

You fucked the kid and fucked yourself. Stop hiding.

Ever find it odd these self loathers keep cropping up? There is no such thing as chance. Nothing worse than hypocrites and the conservatives have that in spades. No, they aren't even conservatives. They are theocrats. Sick and pathetic like AJ in Iran. Burn them all down.


Incoming! Rubber Stamps.

It's official. I'm now a college student. By way of the wire, through the ether and onto a journey of about 3 years when I get a 10 cent piece of printed paper saying I'm a tool. Whatever. Let's just hope I don't get eaten between now and then.

A very good question in response to my last post. Do I work? No - work works on me, I'm merely a recipient of undue pain and confusion. Besides, most of my music binges are alcohol fueled hours of manic crawling through iTunes and various sites of wonder. Like reading liner notes back in the day, 'also purchased' spider webs are a great way of isolating good music. So I do that. For hours. Occasionally taking breaks to pee but often just getting UTIs.

Get this music... at least a few of them. Certainly put together that mix I've got included - especially all you hawt chicks out there who read my blog (John, you don't count because you're special. Very.). You'll love it - it's very amazing.


Wednesday, November 01, 2006

Clink Clink - the toll pays.

Some music found. All good.


The Faint
The Rapture
Cold War Kids
VHS vs. Beta
Hot Chip
LCD Soundsystem
Radio 4
The Knife
Lady Sovereign
Le Tigre
Shiny Toy Guns
Camera Obscura
Jamie Lidell
im not a gun

The playlist for the pink.

Client - Radio
Freezepop - Get Ready 2 Rokk
The Knife - We share our mothers' Health
Adult. - Nite Life
MSTRKRFT - She's good for business
Goldfrapp - Ooh La LA
Camera Obscura - If looks could kill
Ladytron - Playgirl
Shiny Toy Guns - Le Disko
Le Tigre - Deceptacon
Peaches - Do Ya
Lady Sovereign - Love me or Hate Me

Zero. Out.


Friday, October 27, 2006

1 Month - 1 Battle

Another month starts to pass. That means I recently had my collision with my bizarre little napoleonic boss. The only faith I have there is a God is that his pretty little home, all 8000 sq. ft., is collapsing with the market. Lose millions!

It's a cruel and unusual world. As my personality slips into oblivion and my emotions sit further back on the bus than allowed by the Civil Rights act I occasionally find reason to lose faith. The latest vehicle of despair is the beautiful article by Chris Rose for the Times-Picayune called Hell and Back. A tender description of one's slipping into the dark morass of depression.

As futile as your existance really is there is always more examples of it such as Voting. Voting is this process when you take your 1 in a million opinion and play puppet in the facade called Democracy. The downside is that they'll lose your vote but on the upside you can at least you can say you tried.

So in the spirit of trying, trying times and trying to win, please, Vote. Vote because your kids will see it even more corrupt and pathetic than it is today and we're doing it in their Golden Age. Though, to be honest, it's more like a Pewter Age. Our parents, by their egotistic admission, know, FOR FACT, their music was better, their politics better and their schools safer. Maybe so... but I got GW Bush saying 'The Google'.

You had JFK? Well - screw you and your excuses. I have your generation in full effect. Woodstock? Protests? Your generation gave us:

GW Bush. Fragle Rock. Shirt Tails. Mega Corporations. The latch key kid. Divorce Rates. Crack. AIDS. Studio 54. Spoiled brats. Absentee Parents. And a fucking derth of pathetic leadership and a culture where you blame the youth. Our fault for your faults.

A cruel and unsual world indeed.