"Sleep, those little slivers of death."
Another epic dream that took place at the edge of consciousness made those last three hours miserable. It deserves 40,000 words. Some places give home to kind spirits who have only benevolence in them. Some places provide home to kind spirits that are not averse to causing mischief. And in some places dwell bad spirits. Something evil in a dark place shouted at my fleeing, sleeping ghost. Pain reverberated through the core of my being, waking me up into Friday, December 4. Of course that was probably just my mind screaming at me to ignore the dream and LET IT SLEEP.
Murderface Press Conference
"You don't think we gave him too many pills, do you?"
"Yeah, I think we did."
Murderface still turned in a better presser performance than many carefully crafted disasters put on by career politicians. His twitching eye and incoherent responses were reminiscent of many real life press conferences, except funny instead of depressing. I'm putting together a Draft Dethklok drive for the 2012 GOP dream ticket. Idiotic wealth and violence... hmm.
[Note: Posting of image was not sanctioned by the Cartoon Megalopoly or any Cartoon Net-Totality affiliate.]
So Much Win
Kanji:
雌秀
[such a geek... but sweetness still tastes sweet]
AS Badassitude:
Bleach movies two Saturdays in a row. Memories of Nobody was the best Bleach since the climax of the first plot. The shortage of my favorite music sequence was totally eclipsed by a fantastic plot and Senna's character. Gina Bowes was great, even if Michelle Ruff has no equal (Her Majesty). [Even so, Ms. Ruff super-hotness and all, the English versions pale in comparison to the Japanese, always, in all things anime. And Fumiko Orikasa owns. She just owns.]
I did not care for Flomp. I also wondered what the hell was going on. Who are those characters anyway?
Now if I could just get MOAR uncensored Hellsing [cease and desist letters have been sent to anime sites regarding fansubs]. Wince -- somebody had to tell me the secret of Alucard's name. LOL -- seriously, I never noticed.
雌秀
[such a geek... but sweetness still tastes sweet]
AS Badassitude:
Bleach movies two Saturdays in a row. Memories of Nobody was the best Bleach since the climax of the first plot. The shortage of my favorite music sequence was totally eclipsed by a fantastic plot and Senna's character. Gina Bowes was great, even if Michelle Ruff has no equal (Her Majesty). [Even so, Ms. Ruff super-hotness and all, the English versions pale in comparison to the Japanese, always, in all things anime. And Fumiko Orikasa owns. She just owns.]
I did not care for Flomp. I also wondered what the hell was going on. Who are those characters anyway?
Now if I could just get MOAR uncensored Hellsing [cease and desist letters have been sent to anime sites regarding fansubs]. Wince -- somebody had to tell me the secret of Alucard's name. LOL -- seriously, I never noticed.
S'Bigots' Revile
Sound:
I'm going to upload all song code and all beat libraries as soon as I have a connection at my "palace." Everything should be easily modifiable at that point. If somebody doesn't like something, feel free to change it.
The next album is almost finished. It's called Master Peaches. Those songs are also beat based. It will be uploaded the very next time I jack into a real connection.
Further down the road is a compilation I am calling Drowning in Stupidity. It will feature a 100 verse song about United States Senators entitled something I have decided to keep secret for now. I have 16 verses of it done. Also included are the classics "Mengele Smiles on the APA," "Doctor Drug Dealer," "F***ing Useless" and "Make It Stop." Moving on...
"""
I miss politics.
"""
Communism:
My comments about modern communism had nothing to do with the system of governance in communist nations. I find labels of economic systems inadequate because people mostly want the same thing. Most people want some measure of material comfort and economic equality. The governments are not a joke, and if I had been able to sooner clarify my statement later, after the oversimplification slapped me in the face, I would have done so.
There was absolutely no intent on my part to slander the people, government or leaders of China, or any other communist state.
"""
In the spirit of Ambrose Bierce, again:
Hospital administration- the field that deals with maximizing profit from suffering patients and calling it better service.
My biggest fan's name is Lasko. Actually, he's my only fan. He only comes on when I hit him though, and works best when high. I mean on high. I think it's a he. Shes don't normally come equipped with five blades, and I've never met one called Lasko.
I had a dilemma the other day. I decided to take the bull by the horns, but then I couldn't get out from between them I decided to tell the bull, who was driving me ever backwards, a vague and tasteless joke. While the bull was puzzling it out I slipped away. The bull figured out the joke was about him and slammed forward in rage, thinking I was still there. It knocked itself out cold on a fence post. That'll teach it to steer me wrongly.
I was drinking coffee last week. It occurred to me that if I had been the person who made coffee for Karl Marx there wouldn't have been much talk of revolution. He and everyone else who drank it would have gotten intensely knotted shoulder and neck muscles punctuated by giggle fits and shaking.
Self deprecation has already been written [ so fonnee ] - world's least funny person comments
"""
"""
My whole grown up---ish life I've hurt myself when I lost my temper. I would usually punch things. "I. never. want. to. write. again." It wouldn't stop me if I lost the use of my hands though. I would use my tongue. I could get flavored keyboards. "Tyhmisd keeeeerybosrd gtashhhhtes gggudrd." Slobber, lick.
"""
Tropical Hatter - melted processed American cheese on a cheap toasted, buttered white bread sandwich with peanut butter, banana slices and strawberry jam. Go heavy on the peanut butter and cheese, and especially the jelly. Frost with large amounts of powdered sugar if available.
[Part of the sugar-fat bomb heart stopper diet.]
"""
Friday the 13th - A day during which I assume Final Destination is a real phenomena. I hole up in a room and attempt to not move very much. The electricity and glass windows still create grave concerns.
"""
"""
If anybody knows where to find the sex part of Being and Nothingness please make a note of it. I have been trying to find it for quite some time. Any assistance would be appreciated.
"""
Shades of Two-Fisted Tales:
"Then Murdoch drove the dagger and his arm deep into the man's belly and pulled out his appendix, dripping with blood and intestinal goo, which lay unmoving and extra in his hand in the red moonlight, as appendices all do. No pulsing or throbbing accompanied the grisly event, and the only witnesses were the sorrowful stars and occasional flying night predators."
"""
The other day while dragging my butt across the floor it occurred to me that dogs might do it because it's lazier than walking. Then I remembered they don't have tp. The thought made me uncomfortable, so I made an effort to pick mine up a little as I moved. It made me feel superior to the dogs to do so.
"""
Prosecutor - one who believes they are a judge without the accompanying responsibilities and legal moderations of actually being in that position.
"""
Infinity- sometimes represented by the lazy eight instead of writing out the word, can also be summed up as the process of rolling double zeros on a pair of 20 sided dice. [That's considered a divinely critical but unquantifiable hit, or a strikeout (based on pov), just as this definition will be. The event, however, exists beyond the ability to be repeated three times, or ever.]
"""
Make peaces, not pieces. Make evil love with flowers watered by the tears of pain filled hearts and time weary souls. Forsake only the soft spoken moderation of uncaring ideology, no matter the path that you choose. If one doesn't care enough to care deeply, why bother living at all?
"""
Thinks, rubs eyes
Considers rubs, sighs
Still wants love -- triesand never stops trying
Outdated Military Tactics 101: Run directly into the cannon and gunfire. Repeat until troop force is exhausted.
Further Music Credits
Brozman, Simpson, Bhattacharya, Hendrix, Clapton, Johnson, John Gilbert Day: Guitar work sampled with Audacity.
For Beatin'
New compilation entitled "Spigot of Evil." [Later note: I changed that to Spigot for Viva almost immediately, since so many people already have mistaken impressions about technology assisted music production.] This release follows in my lifelong tradition of using sinister names for my creative works. The music has nothing to do with evil, except that it's wicked beats. The title finally stopped making my friends laugh.
[Much Later: Okay, this may not happen. The upload has choked the satellite bandwidth on this connection, which apparently had a bandwidth limit. I'll describe it instead. I'll update if I can get it to upload.]
It's all sequencer work. It's easily high enough quality for pressing to 12" for DJ's, but it's all open source anyway. I've been licensing under non-commercial, but that's misleading. If any DJ's want to use anything for sets, and they can make money off of their sets, they are welcome to use anything I have ever created. I'm not granting permission for re-releasing the music commercially as stand alone tracks, but the idea of people making money off of it in sets doesn't bother me at all. If I can ever get it uploaded...
Incidentally, modern communism is a joke, and so was my Twitter avatar. If anybody can make money off of my work, any of it, it would make me happy. Many blessings. Just give me credit and share alike.
[Much Later: Okay, this may not happen. The upload has choked the satellite bandwidth on this connection, which apparently had a bandwidth limit. I'll describe it instead. I'll update if I can get it to upload.]
It's all sequencer work. It's easily high enough quality for pressing to 12" for DJ's, but it's all open source anyway. I've been licensing under non-commercial, but that's misleading. If any DJ's want to use anything for sets, and they can make money off of their sets, they are welcome to use anything I have ever created. I'm not granting permission for re-releasing the music commercially as stand alone tracks, but the idea of people making money off of it in sets doesn't bother me at all. If I can ever get it uploaded...
Incidentally, modern communism is a joke, and so was my Twitter avatar. If anybody can make money off of my work, any of it, it would make me happy. Many blessings. Just give me credit and share alike.
That City
The river city is a great place to live if you have money and no preconceptions. I said some things about my own personal experience there that reflected negatively on the whole place. It's really a lot better than the other places I have stayed, although the weather is horrible in the summer.
There are a lot of positive things about Baton Rouge. The plants and trees are gorgeous for most of the year, especially the spring. It's got a very mild winter. It's cheap. It's full of poor geniuses of all varieties. Seriously. The nation sees our bad statistics, so they miss the fact that we have a huge amount of intellect and talent in all walks of life there.
Yes, the city does apparently have a lot of cameras and observation planes (like every other major urban area) and lots of worthless information. Any one of those things sounds like a step in the wrong direction to me, and I feel that's massive. There's still hope the damage caused by the post 9/11 GOP strong arm political hijacking can be undone though. Not only that, the Red Stick is really typical of most American cities now (even more massive a problem) in watching the people, even if it's only passively as of yet.
Baton Rouge has good and bad things about it. My bad experiences are far from the norm there. I just thought I should be fair about it.
Also, LSU wins so often it's very degrading. Okay, it is funny. MUST TRY HARDER NOT TO CELEBRATE LSU WINS IN WRITING. MUST TRY HARDER NOT TO CELEBRATE LSU WINS IN WRITING. MUST TRY HARDER NOT TO CELEBRATE LSU WINS IN WRITING.
I do still have friends in the city. It was hard to find them. They're like rare, deep subterranean fish. "I was down in the Queen's Antechamber, 400 feet below the main cavern, when I decided to wriggle down one of the tight, unexplored passages. I hit water about 200 feet in. I found this little phosphorescent fish. It tried to bite me. Do you recognize him, everyone? We found our lost friend! It's Louis, the political office dodger!"
ah-chew
Recording now
silent meandering dissonance
explodes military armaments
war
dissonance becomes curricular resonance
blown apart simple talk
a solo act above ten solo stories
chief recalcitrant birthing specialist in training,
private agent
work calls even when he doesn't call back,
man does what he has to
lest keep on
leaf burn
warm simple pastime
encode to in chant to wafa kinned
freskinaided simpltUnechearterifivication
lungs fill and empty
thankfulness builds
even
moving along
sunrises
)
[po' infin'tee]
said
so
smile
the weight
every avenue explored
every possibility considered
in every detail
the load
juggle trailed strugglin fugglin jugguh-moron
toss it up, heft it
nothing learned only
finely gifted capitol ventures
handed out to the
celebrants
trashy, risqué
Suisse
Bien Bon
thieves
vivify
wOkE
Holy Grail, holy wholly, wholly
shorts tighter than skin
pink glowing sharp, high definition
woman
t-shirt too tiny to identify
spilling out
eyes crystal white in the night
black woman proud and sexed to the...
turn, someone else
2l82worry FiNe
oops, sorry, not blind
blowing up cloud cushions,
God brings cold
warmth to the frozen
ice standard rally
cold
loves
warmth
feed winter's womb
breathe death into yourself
frozen only
claims the unprepared
in minutes
the icycle minarets
stalagtices
salag-me-no-nice-is
unearthed fungus speaks
only ever says Blue
just
only ever
Blue.
The New Slang Standard
Some people think they are cool, and then other people find it funny how those people think they are cool, and even more people want to take the word "cool" and run over it with a Zamboni until it's a puddle of graffiti. Vice Magazine takes smack talk to an entirely new level. "Do's and Dont's" features trash talk from very creative angles. It's supposed to be about fashion, but like many photo collections some of the pics become a "would do" or "would not do" competition. Be prepared. Some of the pictures reveal just how disgusting fashion can get. Leg warmers and spandex are only a jumping off point for the horrors you will find. Discussion concerning the hallucinogenic frogs of the Amazon reeled in many readers two years ago, but since then it took off, because it's Vice Magazine. [Good photojournalism, so-so video, however.]
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