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heres what i do......
i sleep.....
i work about 70 hrs a week at a pizza place.....
i like robots.....
i like zombies......
i like robots fighting zombies......
i do not like myspace/facebook but have them.....
i write things.....
i listen to lots of records that i find at the thrift store.......
i eat lots of pizza cause its free......
i like cookies.....
i like hip hop.....
i have a cat.....
i like my cat....
i like macs better than PCs.....
i like toys from McDonalds.....for the most part......
i like books.....
i like comic books.....
i like the jerry springer show.......
so.....
thats me.....
i'm not gonna write anything here for a while....
bye bye.....
NONE ONE......
Happy Kill Death.....
i sleep.....
i work about 70 hrs a week at a pizza place.....
i like robots.....
i like zombies......
i like robots fighting zombies......
i do not like myspace/facebook but have them.....
i write things.....
i listen to lots of records that i find at the thrift store.......
i eat lots of pizza cause its free......
i like cookies.....
i like hip hop.....
i have a cat.....
i like my cat....
i like macs better than PCs.....
i like toys from McDonalds.....for the most part......
i like books.....
i like comic books.....
i like the jerry springer show.......
so.....
thats me.....
i'm not gonna write anything here for a while....
bye bye.....
NONE ONE......
Happy Kill Death.....
work=mad drama
i hate my job
i'm gonna battle net flix to the death for not getting me my movies on time
i <3 one of the fly ass baristas at open eye
and thats all i gotta say right now
i hate my job
i'm gonna battle net flix to the death for not getting me my movies on time
i <3 one of the fly ass baristas at open eye
and thats all i gotta say right now
im excited about getting my first movies from net flix today. and i dropped a hundred bones at the comic book store today.....
my apartment finally got a washer and drier!!!!! clean clothes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and im gonna finally clean my crib up!!!!!!!
WHOOOO HOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!
WHOOOO HOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!
people call me strange simply cause i'm a stranger/
but i find it strange in how they find contentment in the nine to five laboring/
maybe its just me or maybe its built in their nature/
or maybe i'm just lost in a matrix of loose leaf papers/
i don't know, but i see things that most don't/
six AM, a bright yellow sphere rises and floats/
the city is born with the honking of horns like daylight equals hope/
and all are abandoned as the constellations grab hold and choke/
this city is born, it breathes, and it dies/
you can feel her last kiss under the street lights/
..........and.......thats about how far i get in anything that i'm trying to write. that there fills 53 seconds of a 4 minute and 38 second song. what the fuck. why can't i stay on topic for more than just a couple bars?!? its times like these where i wish i had just gotten shot a billion times like 50 cent and make songs about that all day and night. any suggestions?? besides going out and getting shot of course....
but i find it strange in how they find contentment in the nine to five laboring/
maybe its just me or maybe its built in their nature/
or maybe i'm just lost in a matrix of loose leaf papers/
i don't know, but i see things that most don't/
six AM, a bright yellow sphere rises and floats/
the city is born with the honking of horns like daylight equals hope/
and all are abandoned as the constellations grab hold and choke/
this city is born, it breathes, and it dies/
you can feel her last kiss under the street lights/
..........and.......thats about how far i get in anything that i'm trying to write. that there fills 53 seconds of a 4 minute and 38 second song. what the fuck. why can't i stay on topic for more than just a couple bars?!? its times like these where i wish i had just gotten shot a billion times like 50 cent and make songs about that all day and night. any suggestions?? besides going out and getting shot of course....
yo!! thanks for all the positive feedback on the "book". it's now gonna be a comic book series. my friend down the street is a bad ass artist and he's gonna help me out with the drawings and shit.
so.....
comic books+music+writing+friends+LOTS OF CAFFEINE+late night twelve hour shifts+a lil sleep every now and then=tuesday through forever.
it's a pretty easy schedule to stay on top of i think.
oh yeah!! once the first issues of the comic book.....which is called "The Ruins"......is finished any SG members can get in touch with me and i'll send you out a copy.
AND!!!!! don't forget about The Suicide Crew!! dope ass music video can be found here.......
http://www.vimeo.com/1664516
and more to come!!
SUPER MEGA AND!!!!!!!!!!!! the happy kill death machine EPs/LPs are gonna be the soundtrack of ANOTHER comic book series by the same name.
mucho shit going on in this crazy mind of mine!
much love
NONE
so.....
comic books+music+writing+friends+LOTS OF CAFFEINE+late night twelve hour shifts+a lil sleep every now and then=tuesday through forever.
it's a pretty easy schedule to stay on top of i think.
oh yeah!! once the first issues of the comic book.....which is called "The Ruins"......is finished any SG members can get in touch with me and i'll send you out a copy.
AND!!!!! don't forget about The Suicide Crew!! dope ass music video can be found here.......
http://www.vimeo.com/1664516
and more to come!!
SUPER MEGA AND!!!!!!!!!!!! the happy kill death machine EPs/LPs are gonna be the soundtrack of ANOTHER comic book series by the same name.
mucho shit going on in this crazy mind of mine!
much love
NONE
so. im gonna write a book. a short book. dealing with a young man in the future, working for shit pay at a pizza place in a city with crime and war lord mob bosses that control everything. him and his friends will be the only ones that go through this pre-mature apocalypse wearing their heart on their sleeves and not falling in to the drugs, murders, and corruption of the city. consider them a new type of renegade. a new version of a revolutionary. in this world i have created in my head.....they are the new heroes. here is the rough draft of the introduction......
Finally, Smith thought to himself. As he packed his pipe with the rare, almost non exsinant tobacco that he had in his pouch, he felt releaved. A break from the chaotic, almost unbearable choures of his daily twelve hour work day. Every shift one was allowed thirty minutes to walk out the back door of the shop and take time to read The Book, inject the neural and physical stimulant known as Phathetic Serion, deal with whatever "illegal" activities most do to make ends meet, or in special circumstances just sit back, puff on your pipe and try to forget how the world has turned to a revolving rotten apple which, we, the people are now the maggots finishing the last of the core.
Inside the pizza shop of which Smith worked, the hustle and bustle of telephones ringing, machines pounding out electrical droned sounds and the shouts of the workers calling out orders could still be heard outside. Smith tried to block it out by focusing on the other sounds that city made. The constant noise of traffic, the fighting in the streets, the police sirens, the sound of a once well maintained shuttle, now almost as deteriorated as the world itself, making its slow clickity calck sound that only the shuttle could make. In the short distance, Smith could over hear two men arguing about something. He sat down with his lit pipe in his mouth and watched from afar. The argument, from what Smith could faintly hear, was something about property lines. These types of arguments happened daily and often led to a poor soul losing the verbal fight with their life. It was almost like the stories of "pirates" in the old days. Smith never believed the books of the old days. This is what he knew. A city. Overcrowded. Underpaid. Drug induced. And his home.
Briefly, Smith ignored the fighting going on a few yards away from him and thought about plans for the night. As always, there were none pleasant enough for him. He would most likely go home, watch the television, and soon after fall asleep and dream of what the world used to, and still could be.
"This is my land and you have no right even thinking of moving some of those hideous animals on to my property!"
Laughing at his opponents remark, the other man said boldly, "You think you own that property? Everybody in the city knows Kurt Vought makes the decision of who owns what, where they work, and the limits of their authority." He glared at the upset and said grinning, "And sadly for you old man, you no longer have any rights. You are retired. A has been. And I can take what you claim to own as mine."
The upset old man had nothing to say back, he just stood there and shook with anger. He became outraged out at the situation at hand and began to scream, "You low life son of a-"
Before the old man could finish, a gun was drawn from his opponents coat and was fixed pointing on the old mans head.
"That's what's wrong with this city now! You young punks think that everything can be solved in bloodshed and no democracy still stands! Go ahead, take your best-"
The shot of the gun pierced Smiths eardrum and in slow motion Smith turned back to the argument he was once watching and saw the bullet heading straight for the old mans face.
"Another day in paradise," Smith said as the bullet struck the old man in the check bone and penetrated his skull, going through the tissues and muscles of his brain, and eventually exiting the back of his head.
Another death. Another family losing everything. Another man stealing what wasn't his. Another day in the life of the city that chews you up and spits you out.
Smith sat and watched as the old man fell to ground. Nobody stopped to help. Nobody cared. Times had changed and so had the people. Smith looked at his watch and realized his thirty minutes were almost over so he finished what was left in his pipe, stowed it away in his jacket pocket and opened the back door to get back to work. Before he went in he took one last look at the poor old man an thought to himself, I need to get the fuck out of this city.
now, i know that i have bad grammar and i really have no idea how to write a "proper" story let alone a book. but fuck it. im gonna do it.
NONE
EDIT.....well i cut and pasted the shit that i had wrote but it didnt come out right on the post so hope if you read it that you got the idea and could deal with the misspelled words and such. i had run spell check but apparently that didnt work. like i said earlier......fuck it.
Finally, Smith thought to himself. As he packed his pipe with the rare, almost non exsinant tobacco that he had in his pouch, he felt releaved. A break from the chaotic, almost unbearable choures of his daily twelve hour work day. Every shift one was allowed thirty minutes to walk out the back door of the shop and take time to read The Book, inject the neural and physical stimulant known as Phathetic Serion, deal with whatever "illegal" activities most do to make ends meet, or in special circumstances just sit back, puff on your pipe and try to forget how the world has turned to a revolving rotten apple which, we, the people are now the maggots finishing the last of the core.
Inside the pizza shop of which Smith worked, the hustle and bustle of telephones ringing, machines pounding out electrical droned sounds and the shouts of the workers calling out orders could still be heard outside. Smith tried to block it out by focusing on the other sounds that city made. The constant noise of traffic, the fighting in the streets, the police sirens, the sound of a once well maintained shuttle, now almost as deteriorated as the world itself, making its slow clickity calck sound that only the shuttle could make. In the short distance, Smith could over hear two men arguing about something. He sat down with his lit pipe in his mouth and watched from afar. The argument, from what Smith could faintly hear, was something about property lines. These types of arguments happened daily and often led to a poor soul losing the verbal fight with their life. It was almost like the stories of "pirates" in the old days. Smith never believed the books of the old days. This is what he knew. A city. Overcrowded. Underpaid. Drug induced. And his home.
Briefly, Smith ignored the fighting going on a few yards away from him and thought about plans for the night. As always, there were none pleasant enough for him. He would most likely go home, watch the television, and soon after fall asleep and dream of what the world used to, and still could be.
"This is my land and you have no right even thinking of moving some of those hideous animals on to my property!"
Laughing at his opponents remark, the other man said boldly, "You think you own that property? Everybody in the city knows Kurt Vought makes the decision of who owns what, where they work, and the limits of their authority." He glared at the upset and said grinning, "And sadly for you old man, you no longer have any rights. You are retired. A has been. And I can take what you claim to own as mine."
The upset old man had nothing to say back, he just stood there and shook with anger. He became outraged out at the situation at hand and began to scream, "You low life son of a-"
Before the old man could finish, a gun was drawn from his opponents coat and was fixed pointing on the old mans head.
"That's what's wrong with this city now! You young punks think that everything can be solved in bloodshed and no democracy still stands! Go ahead, take your best-"
The shot of the gun pierced Smiths eardrum and in slow motion Smith turned back to the argument he was once watching and saw the bullet heading straight for the old mans face.
"Another day in paradise," Smith said as the bullet struck the old man in the check bone and penetrated his skull, going through the tissues and muscles of his brain, and eventually exiting the back of his head.
Another death. Another family losing everything. Another man stealing what wasn't his. Another day in the life of the city that chews you up and spits you out.
Smith sat and watched as the old man fell to ground. Nobody stopped to help. Nobody cared. Times had changed and so had the people. Smith looked at his watch and realized his thirty minutes were almost over so he finished what was left in his pipe, stowed it away in his jacket pocket and opened the back door to get back to work. Before he went in he took one last look at the poor old man an thought to himself, I need to get the fuck out of this city.
now, i know that i have bad grammar and i really have no idea how to write a "proper" story let alone a book. but fuck it. im gonna do it.
NONE
EDIT.....well i cut and pasted the shit that i had wrote but it didnt come out right on the post so hope if you read it that you got the idea and could deal with the misspelled words and such. i had run spell check but apparently that didnt work. like i said earlier......fuck it.
WARNING!!
this is gonna be a long one.........
so.....i have been sober for eight days now and feeling great. but i don't think i told anyone here why i stopped drinking. it wasn't really in my plans but it just kinda happened. see, last week i was up all night writing lyrics and trying to come up with new ideas for projects. thats when i went a tad bit crazy. i don't know why really but all the ideas and shit just got to me and i cut up my arm pretty bad thinking it would help me concentrate. it sounds pretty stupid but at the time i had these things all running through my head at the same time.......
*The Suicide Crew EP
*my solo album
*the OVERSCORE album which is me and my boy Foster Childe
*HAPPY KILL DEATH MACHINE.......which i will talk about later on in the blog......
*the probably never gonna happen SG Hip Hop tribute
*making more beats
*new job
*family
*money
........so......a friend had stopped by and rushed me to the hospital where i sat around for hours in paper clothes. they wouldn't let me smoke a cigarette so i yelled at one of the doctors and they "determined" i was crazy and a threat to society. SO.....they put me in the mental ward. which was pretty entertaining. it was like living in the first grade 24 hours a day. i was there three days and when i got out i was gonna go get a forty and then thought to myself, "you haven't gone three days without drinking for four years....." so i didn't go get that forty. thats that.
ok.....next topic is The Suicide Crew!!!!!
i met this cat on here from the UK and he makes beats. he sent me some and i rhymed over them. now we just email tracks back and forth getting a finished product. the beauty of technology. oh yeah......i almost forgot. he is the mighty mighty TheNiesche. check him out. since we can't post music on here i made this crappy lil movie and put the shit on youtube. here it is......
word. thats just the introduction shit. more songs and what not to come soon. Niesche is mad sick with the beats and scratching.
THE HAPPY KILL DEATH MACHINE!!!!!!!!!
this is an idea i had about six months ago and was working on it but i ended up just drinking and passing out and then forgot about it. but i got back on the idea after reading Do Androids Dream Of Electric Sheep? so im gonna make an album with the story of the HAPPY KILL DEATH MACHINE and get a friend to make a lil comic book that goes with it. im gonna share the story with yall but if anyone steals it i will kill you. here it is......
in the future instead of the death penalty they take prisoners and embed a chip in their spine which slowly turns organic tissue and fibers to mechanical. basically they make you a robot and then program you to do the jobs that people don't want to do......trash man, janitors, etc. but of course there's a fluke with a few of the chips which turns them into what the public has started to call "Happy Kill Death Machines." one of which is me! what the malfunction does is the unit will not respond to the programers instructions and tries to live out a normal life but still has the mentality of a criminal. completely transformed they are robots who rob, steal and kill but also have faint memories of the happy parts of their lives......family members, friends, lovers, etc. so of course there are a bunch of people trying to hunt these robots down cause they're a menace to society but one of them....me....or should i say my character....evades the hunt and tries to live his life like it was before he was committing crimes and shit. BUT he can't stop cause if he does he'll get caught and killed so he has to fight back and blah blah blah blah.......
i haven't really figured out how its gonna end but thats the basic story line.
if you have read all this.....then you have more patience than i do and thanks for listening/reading my rambling.
much love yall
NONE
this is gonna be a long one.........
so.....i have been sober for eight days now and feeling great. but i don't think i told anyone here why i stopped drinking. it wasn't really in my plans but it just kinda happened. see, last week i was up all night writing lyrics and trying to come up with new ideas for projects. thats when i went a tad bit crazy. i don't know why really but all the ideas and shit just got to me and i cut up my arm pretty bad thinking it would help me concentrate. it sounds pretty stupid but at the time i had these things all running through my head at the same time.......
*The Suicide Crew EP
*my solo album
*the OVERSCORE album which is me and my boy Foster Childe
*HAPPY KILL DEATH MACHINE.......which i will talk about later on in the blog......
*the probably never gonna happen SG Hip Hop tribute
*making more beats
*new job
*family
*money
........so......a friend had stopped by and rushed me to the hospital where i sat around for hours in paper clothes. they wouldn't let me smoke a cigarette so i yelled at one of the doctors and they "determined" i was crazy and a threat to society. SO.....they put me in the mental ward. which was pretty entertaining. it was like living in the first grade 24 hours a day. i was there three days and when i got out i was gonna go get a forty and then thought to myself, "you haven't gone three days without drinking for four years....." so i didn't go get that forty. thats that.
ok.....next topic is The Suicide Crew!!!!!
i met this cat on here from the UK and he makes beats. he sent me some and i rhymed over them. now we just email tracks back and forth getting a finished product. the beauty of technology. oh yeah......i almost forgot. he is the mighty mighty TheNiesche. check him out. since we can't post music on here i made this crappy lil movie and put the shit on youtube. here it is......
word. thats just the introduction shit. more songs and what not to come soon. Niesche is mad sick with the beats and scratching.
THE HAPPY KILL DEATH MACHINE!!!!!!!!!
this is an idea i had about six months ago and was working on it but i ended up just drinking and passing out and then forgot about it. but i got back on the idea after reading Do Androids Dream Of Electric Sheep? so im gonna make an album with the story of the HAPPY KILL DEATH MACHINE and get a friend to make a lil comic book that goes with it. im gonna share the story with yall but if anyone steals it i will kill you. here it is......
in the future instead of the death penalty they take prisoners and embed a chip in their spine which slowly turns organic tissue and fibers to mechanical. basically they make you a robot and then program you to do the jobs that people don't want to do......trash man, janitors, etc. but of course there's a fluke with a few of the chips which turns them into what the public has started to call "Happy Kill Death Machines." one of which is me! what the malfunction does is the unit will not respond to the programers instructions and tries to live out a normal life but still has the mentality of a criminal. completely transformed they are robots who rob, steal and kill but also have faint memories of the happy parts of their lives......family members, friends, lovers, etc. so of course there are a bunch of people trying to hunt these robots down cause they're a menace to society but one of them....me....or should i say my character....evades the hunt and tries to live his life like it was before he was committing crimes and shit. BUT he can't stop cause if he does he'll get caught and killed so he has to fight back and blah blah blah blah.......
i haven't really figured out how its gonna end but thats the basic story line.
if you have read all this.....then you have more patience than i do and thanks for listening/reading my rambling.
much love yall
NONE
OCTOBER 2008