tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50348036287543169562024-02-08T07:21:08.189-08:00Ignorant Wisdom and Artistic VisionUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger24125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5034803628754316956.post-67606465745453589302009-03-05T21:56:00.001-08:002009-03-05T21:56:50.509-08:00(What is subjects)Hangin' out readin'.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5034803628754316956.post-83421326424242428022009-02-26T09:44:00.000-08:002009-02-26T09:47:28.653-08:00Andrew Jackson Jihad is the men.<object width="425" height="264"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ovmITcaVeJ0&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ovmITcaVeJ0&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="264"></embed></object>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5034803628754316956.post-83899708562314000652009-02-25T08:44:00.000-08:002009-06-06T09:08:46.527-07:00BlargI'm not sure how to delete a post.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5034803628754316956.post-90186607205544738512009-02-20T14:52:00.001-08:002009-02-20T14:53:09.127-08:00one million years of droughtBlogs are over.<br /><br />Seriously can't keep up with this garbage any more. I'll do what I can when I can, but it won't be much.<br /><br />hurf durfUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5034803628754316956.post-72959926053327755382009-01-30T18:55:00.000-08:002009-06-18T11:26:53.156-07:00Don't know how to delete postsThis was a ridiculous blog. Nothing to see here.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5034803628754316956.post-84506616939316078842009-01-21T17:42:00.000-08:002009-01-21T17:57:46.214-08:00Place Your Hand in a Bowl of Warm Jello.....and think: "I am 95% water." Wiggle your fingers in the mush and think: "Even my thoughts are 95% water." Invite a friend to put their hand in the jello with you. Touch your friend's belly and think: "Oooh, 95% water." Put a microphone into the jello and suck up the sound from the bottom of the bowl. Play it back into your friend's watery ear. Add reverb. Add oxygen, food, beer, weird things that get your blood moving like chicken wire, huge corporate injustices, and smooth jazz bass riffs. Now think: "This is one screwy continuum."<br /><br />Here in the bio-electronic moment we witness a liquid conflux of chemicals, linkages, feedback loops, rumors, waveforms, bricks, smirks, and terror. Yet we are not an All. We are not God. We are not one. We are many. We are billions. We are a storm of undefinable presences, congealing, integrating, staring into a mutual murk. We strain against and surrender to some wild, howling node that lures the cosmic waters into its steaming vortex. And the question emerges from this ageless cocoon: how do we extract pleasure from such a thing? Could our beings integrate with rusting steel, microbes, socio-economic forces, local and international media, the very biosphere in which we breathe, and still delight in the mix? Could we dance with such a monstrous organism? Could we jam with the entire bio-psycho-electronic environment? Could we open our dumb, simian circle out towards an infinite lattice of beings?<br /><br />Let's jam in the web, fellow animals! Let's be symbiotic, and connected -- not merely symbols and postures evaporating around the universe. Let's induce high-density confluences: foaming multispecies, multilingual, multipurpose throngs. Let's jam with our neighborhoods, our satellites, refrigerators, insects, rickshaws, and meteor showers. Let's protrude into the common wilderness, the radical center of mutual survival. There, let's lay web upon web, and inject system into system. Let's merge audience, performer, and medium, turn poverty into wealth, and dissolve culture in nature. Let's induce a new ritual of mongrel possibility.And there, let's liquidate our turgid beings and coil into bionic communion.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5034803628754316956.post-8995068182923882002009-01-19T18:35:00.000-08:002009-01-19T18:41:32.600-08:00Lost It<img src=http://i200.photobucket.com/albums/aa223/baconwarriors/yeahyeahyeahyeah.png>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5034803628754316956.post-84687938954064567682009-01-09T19:17:00.001-08:002009-01-09T19:18:17.714-08:00हवें'टी ब्लोग्गेद इन अ व्हिले.<img src=http://sa.tweek.us/emots/images/emot-munch.gif>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5034803628754316956.post-86445709616777551122009-01-05T19:49:00.000-08:002009-01-05T19:51:44.753-08:00Fear the 11th Layer<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eOQyZ9TqJD4&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&feature=player_embedded&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eOQyZ9TqJD4&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&feature=player_embedded&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br />By LucamaleonteUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5034803628754316956.post-8238856712331687842009-01-04T19:50:00.000-08:002009-01-04T20:02:31.881-08:00Dear United States of America<em>You've taken over our minds</em>.<br /><br />You've raped our thoughts with your image viruses then sold us fake cures for <em>your own disease</em>. Your words and pictures <strong>scream</strong> orders at us like angry prison wardens. When we cover our ears, your voices echo in our heads. We, the few who know your <strong>evil</strong>, hate you. When we see your billboards, your talk shows, your rock concerts and your factories, when we see the work of your twisted libidos, we want to <strong>kill you</strong>. We want to set fires, plant bombs, derail trains. We want to smash your buildings and tear at your bodies until the skin of our hands <strong>are worn to the bone</strong>. We are filled with a rage that burns our eyes.<br /><br />We don't want to feel this way. <strong>You</strong> have done this to us. These feelings are the fruits of your <em>multi-billion dollar sowing</em>. I am not alone. I know there are others like me out here. Every suicide, every madman, every man and woman who gets a gun and <strong>just starts shooting</strong> -- these are your illegitimate children. They don't all know what they are doing. All they know is hate for the <em>invisible walls</em> which you have raised around them, hate for the narrow path you have tried to make them walk. And the innocent pay in blood for your <strong>negligence</strong>. <br /><br /><em>Remember this:</em> Our minds are <strong>big</strong>. The more you try to push us down and make us small, <em>the greater the pressure inside us becomes</em>. The greater the pressure, the greater the chance of an <strong>explosion</strong>. There was once a time when we felt love, but now we feel only hate and anger, and fear at what we might do. And you can tell us to <strong>"BE HAPPY,"</strong> but we know that you really mean <strong>"BE QUIET"</strong>.<br /><br /><strong>Believe us, we want to be happy. You stand in our way.</strong><br /><br /><em>Love, us, whoever we are</em>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5034803628754316956.post-61698138489618847542009-01-03T20:10:00.000-08:002009-01-03T20:17:22.085-08:00YOUR MISSION, IF YOU CHOOSE TO ACCEPT IT<center>Unleash the Fiend! Spew late-night revelations! Drink Jolt and coffee! Terrorize mall-goers! Shave your pubic hair! Invoke your Dark Side! Vandalize everything! Stand in the middle of traffic and dance! Return favors twofold and return malice fivefold! Infest computers with viruses! Play Monopoly and cheat your ass off! Make prank phone calls! Leave your fly open or your skirt hiked! Show wonders to the dead! Start a radio station!<br /><img src=http://www.abrupt.org/CJ/break.gif><br />Crack incest jokes at family reunions! Warp out on video games! Shove weird pictures through late-night book and video drops! Insert tiny propaganda bombs into publications and newsstands everywhere! Defy TV! Denounce everybody! See through everything! Place disturbing classified ads in newspapers! Promote heavy drug use!Bleed on everything! Send your teacher's or boss's name in to matchmaker publications! Let it all slide off your back! Pick up stray telepathic thoughts! Piss in small, enclosed public places! Sling dead things into mailboxes! Steal neighbors' pets and covertly deposit them in huge grocery stores -- in the freezers! Toss money at people! Alert people to their inherent beauty or ugliness! Put leaks in cups! Interrupt transmissions! Disappear for a few weeks! Paint targets on cars!<br /><img src=http://www.abrupt.org/CJ/your.gif> <br />Copyright everything you see, say, or do! Rant! Stare hatefully at completely normal and boring people! Compete with your teacher in class! Stomp in quiet hallways! Pretend that you're invisible! Doodle anti-Christian imagery! Streak! Revere the unpopular! Place weird ads in sex magazines! Cough up blood when you laugh! Penalize people with imaginary point systems! Absorb CPU radiation! Believe in demons! Put Gutenberg to shame! Leave fingernail and hair clippings everywhere you go! Tip the service generously but fuck with the management! Suddenly realize you're halfway down the page! Feed dogs gobs of peanut butter! Send letters to Hustler about bestiality! Play devil's advocate! Defy classification! Get yourself on TV! Shoot rubber bands! Storm into bars and demand tap water! Untangle phone cords! Wear prison clothes to school or work! Make a game out of your own pain and discomfort! <br /><img src=http://www.abrupt.org/CJ/fing.gif><br />Talk in your sleep! Express interest in everybody! Drink blood, spray piss! Write commentary in the margins of unpurchased magazines and books! Switch labels on boxes and computer discs! Call a phone sex line from your boss's phone and leave it off the hook! Start a church! Build a steeple! Lock the doors and shit on the people! Fake illiteracy! Cross-dress! Hang out in locker rooms and lingerie bars! LIE!!! Initiate breast feedings! Stuff your bra or your pants! Write several conflicting autobiographies! Wear elevator shoes and religious beauty marks! Play with mercury! Explore India Ink! KY Jelly is your friend! Write a contract denying ALL responsibility and have everybody you meet sign it! Tell sick jokes! Be politically incorrect! Pit conservatives and liberals against each other! Talk about ki**ing the President! Start an obsessive and obscure collection! Grow natural dreadlocks!<br /><img src=http://www.abrupt.org/CJ/chains!.gif><br />Pick your nose on public transportation! Get your hands bloody! Place various objects on train tracks! Invent more origami! Try not to notice that everyone resents you! Make love to anything! Make war on everything! Try to put every external organ in your mouth! Be sleazy! Make up parables! Memorize mass murder facts! Develop a cramped and psychotic handwriting style! Explode fruit and vegetables! Stand on bridges and throw heavy things off! Make unintelligible phone calls to talk shows! Take surveys! Release the Kraken! Become a hermaphrodite! Cultivate acne! Look normal -- BE insane! Infiltrate cliques and then destroy them! Record all conversation, save all letters, take pictures of everyone! Peep & exhibit! Leave religious propaganda in porno shops! Take a deep breath! Jump!</center>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5034803628754316956.post-59262715978602500852009-01-02T19:54:00.000-08:002009-01-03T20:10:04.580-08:00Sooner Than Never<center><img src=http://www.abrupt.org/CJ/history_ending.jpg width=225 height=311></center>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5034803628754316956.post-49641362341271586082008-12-31T21:12:00.000-08:002011-01-24T14:44:02.355-08:00December 31Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5034803628754316956.post-52161961985853980522008-12-23T20:33:00.000-08:002008-12-24T08:35:17.550-08:00I DON'T SCRATCH SO I WON'T ITCH<center>I DON'T REACH SO I WON'T MISS<br /><img src=http://www.songlyricscollection.com/lyrics/j/jawbreaker/dear-you/dear-you.jpg></center>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5034803628754316956.post-70455005330484679622008-12-22T17:47:00.000-08:002008-12-22T17:49:12.235-08:00Boring DayIt was. I did nothing but lay around and watch Malcolm in the Middle all day. Also I'm sick for the first time this Winter. It just has to be over break, doesn't it? Blegh.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5034803628754316956.post-84145733822612182212008-12-21T14:12:00.000-08:002008-12-21T14:15:26.467-08:00This Is a Sermon For the VerminA song to draw blood.<br />A finger in the dam trying to hold back the flood.<br />We are down, but we're still not out.<br />We struggle with faith in the face of doubt.<br />So is it a crime to think that we've found something more sublime?<br />That we're somehow more alive?<br />That we're not just busy dying?<br />No coincidence, it's by design.<br />Herded into a pen with the rest of the swine.<br />Born to shine, or born to stand in line?<br />You decide.<br />So you better step up to bat, before your dreams get hammered flat.<br />This is the sound!<br />Even when your ship has run aground.<br />Don't let bastards get you down.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5034803628754316956.post-69436073030437312862008-12-20T21:23:00.000-08:002008-12-21T13:06:47.977-08:00Best Ukulele + Bongo Cover of Any Song EverParker, Grik, and Will of GOGO13 cover ska classic, "Another Town" by Mr. Review on ukuleles and bongos.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rFPosU-Q4Jc&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rFPosU-Q4Jc&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5034803628754316956.post-42914594839381142992008-12-19T15:23:00.000-08:002008-12-19T17:07:20.912-08:00My Top 20 Albums of 2008I didn't have anything else to blog about, but I decided a while ago that I'd try do a blog every day for a month or so, so this is what I have for you.<br /><br />Note that I was to lazy to put these in any particular order, so don't be angry if your favorite album that you've never heard of on this list is at the bottom.<br /><br /><img src=http://i200.photobucket.com/albums/aa223/baconwarriors/top%2020%20albums%20of%2008/l_ea3e8ab938b5d5527fa638d04e82f433.jpg width=100 height=100>Immortal Technique - The Third World<br /><img src=http://i200.photobucket.com/albums/aa223/baconwarriors/top%2020%20albums%20of%2008/NERD.jpg width=100 height=100>N*E*R*D - Seeing Sounds<br /><img src=http://i200.photobucket.com/albums/aa223/baconwarriors/top%2020%20albums%20of%2008/l_2fb1ef171c5e76151b5233b07a5690a1.jpg width=100 height=100>Tom Gabel - Heart Burns<br /><img src=http://i200.photobucket.com/albums/aa223/baconwarriors/top%2020%20albums%20of%2008/chemistry.jpg width=100 height=100>Fucked Up - Chemistry Of Common Life<br /><img src=http://i200.photobucket.com/albums/aa223/baconwarriors/top%2020%20albums%20of%2008/heretic-pride-by-the-mountain-goats.jpg width=100 height=100>The Mountain Goats - Heretic Pride<br /><img src=http://i200.photobucket.com/albums/aa223/baconwarriors/top%2020%20albums%20of%2008/155095.jpg width=100 height=100>Hot Water Music - Till the Wheels Fall Off<br /><img src=http://i200.photobucket.com/albums/aa223/baconwarriors/top%2020%20albums%20of%2008/00-GZA-Genius-ProTools.jpg width=100 height=100>GZA/Genius - Pro Tools <br /><img src=http://i200.photobucket.com/albums/aa223/baconwarriors/top%2020%20albums%20of%2008/IIICover.jpg width=100 height=100>Cursed - III<br /><img src=http://i200.photobucket.com/albums/aa223/baconwarriors/top%2020%20albums%20of%2008/paint-it-black-new-lexicon.jpg width=100 height=100>Paint It Black - New Lexicon<br /><img src=http://i200.photobucket.com/albums/aa223/baconwarriors/top%2020%20albums%20of%2008/500px-Melvins_nude_with_boots_cover.jpg width=100 height=100>Melvins - Nude With Boots<br /><img src=http://i200.photobucket.com/albums/aa223/baconwarriors/top%2020%20albums%20of%2008/big-B0015MNAJU.jpg width=100 height=100>The Slackers - Self Medication<br /><img src=http://i200.photobucket.com/albums/aa223/baconwarriors/top%2020%20albums%20of%2008/nas-untitled-cvr.jpg width=100 height=100>Nas - Untitled<br /><img src=http://i200.photobucket.com/albums/aa223/baconwarriors/top%2020%20albums%20of%2008/l_b72e675012dafcb24f158e75d3a7015d.jpg width=100 height=100>Dillinger Four - C I V I L W A R<br /><img src=http://i200.photobucket.com/albums/aa223/baconwarriors/top%2020%20albums%20of%2008/51zmQU2FVPL_SS400_.jpg width=100 height=100>Murs - Murs for President<br /><img src=http://i200.photobucket.com/albums/aa223/baconwarriors/top%2020%20albums%20of%2008/77925797gl0.jpg width=100 height=100>The Gaslight Anthem - The '59 Sound<br /><img src=http://i200.photobucket.com/albums/aa223/baconwarriors/top%2020%20albums%20of%2008/andrew_jackson_jihad-only_god_can_j.jpg width=100 height=100>Andrew Jackson Jihad - Only God Can Judge Me<br /><img src=http://i200.photobucket.com/albums/aa223/baconwarriors/top%2020%20albums%20of%2008/hold_steady-stay_positive.jpg width=100 height=100>The Hold Steady - Stay Positive<br /><img src=http://i200.photobucket.com/albums/aa223/baconwarriors/top%2020%20albums%20of%2008/61nWh-QRDtL_SS400_.jpg width=100 height=100>Common - Universal Mind Control<br /><img src=http://i200.photobucket.com/albums/aa223/baconwarriors/top%2020%20albums%20of%2008/the-roots-rising-down.jpg width=100 height=100>The Roots - Rising Down<br /><img src=http://i200.photobucket.com/albums/aa223/baconwarriors/top%2020%20albums%20of%2008/k3422_l.jpg width=100 height=100>Krs-One - Maximum Strength 2008<br /><br />So that's it. Top 20 of '08.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5034803628754316956.post-82588580493420212012008-12-18T14:15:00.000-08:002008-12-18T15:07:08.448-08:00Today I am a Political BloggerSo I've been asking myself a lot lately where I think music is going right now. I've noticed that really all the stuff I listen to was made at least 5 years ago. But I think the answer is that the music is going where we're going. People talk about music like it's some giant in the hillside. But the problem is that most of the music being made right now is shit. So if the music won't get better until the people get better, how do people get better? Well, in my understanding, people get better when they start to understand that they're valuable. And they not valuable because they got a whole lot of money, or because somebody thinks they're sexy or anything like that. The media's full of shit that makes the "not beautiful people" like us feel like shit. They're valuable because they were made by whatever the hell made the world. Whatever you think made the world. Whether it be Buddha, The Big Bang, Allah, Pharrell Williams, or whatever other god you pray to. Take your pick. And whether or not you recognize that value is one thing. But there's all kinds of governments and stuff trying to be god. They wanna put cameras and satellites and put tracking devices in us. They want to make us think they have an all-seeing eye or whatever. They want you to think Big Brother is watching. Don't buy into any of that stuff. Dont get phased out by any of that, none of the helicopters, the tv screens, the newscasters, the satellite dishes.. They're just wishing. They could never have that kind of control over us. Just make sure that when you're taking your pick, not to pick as your god. They didn't create you. They aren't god or anything close to it. They're not invincible. Fear not of men because men must die.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5034803628754316956.post-18037308533680610692008-12-17T12:33:00.000-08:002008-12-17T12:47:58.308-08:00Today I Discovered the World's Best Convenient Store Chain<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://southsidemechanical.com/images/gallery/13.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 370px;" src="http://southsidemechanical.com/images/gallery/13.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />So today after we left the hippie funeral, we drove through Troy to find some place to eat. We ended up stopping at a Pilot Travel Center with an Arby's restaurant in it. It was probably the coolest gas station I've ever been to. Now if you've never heard of these places (which I hadn't until today for some reason), they're basically normal gas stations. Only ten times bigger and ten times awesomer. On <a href="http://www.pilottravelcenters.com/">their website</a>, they put it this way,<br /><br /><blockquote>Whether you're a professional driver, a business traveler, or a family on vacation, Pilot Travel Centers is your one stop for convenience. Fill up your vehicle, grab a bite to eat in one of our quick-service restaurants, unwind with a visit to our video game room, and stock up on your favorite road trip supplies all in an environment that is Fast, Friendly, and Clean.</blockquote><br />But they're being modest. Every bit of this is true, but way cooler than they make it sound. Well, maybe the "clean" part is a bit of an exaggeration, but all the best things in this world are dirty. Still, these places are awesome. If truck driver smell didn't make me nauseous after about 10 minutes, I could live in one of these places.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5034803628754316956.post-57724076089954454882008-12-16T18:23:00.000-08:002009-10-25T15:51:27.404-07:00fffffffffffffffUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5034803628754316956.post-32082791668304489362008-12-15T18:46:00.000-08:002008-12-15T20:02:18.815-08:00Mesh Shorts<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://spln.imageg.net/graphics/product_images/pG01-4359676reg.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 220px;" src="http://spln.imageg.net/graphics/product_images/pG01-4359676reg.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />They are the stuff man. Love them man. You got 2 layers of mesh and then boxers and then nothin. I feel free man. This is America. This is Hip Hop. Thanks to Kanye's workout tape I been wearing these mothaflippas all day. Check it out I am keeping this stuff PG cause if I don't the Capitalist slave masters at Blogger will shut me down like Public Enemy. Seriously what's up with that, man?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5034803628754316956.post-75392851313382657812008-12-15T08:38:00.000-08:002009-07-16T12:44:20.873-07:00There is snow todayIt's pretty cool.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5034803628754316956.post-55325202712066943142008-12-14T19:35:00.000-08:002008-12-14T20:05:18.566-08:00This is a New BlogI am terrorfied!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0