| I Don't Like What You Got Me Hanging From |
[May. 30th, 2008|05:10 am] |
That's me in the corner.
Or maybe not. I make my role models in pastels, quiet ascetate and flip book styled.
Gramatical or not every word is true. Turns out when I write about difficult things I instantely revert into cryptic and psuedogramatical language. I guess that's a defense mechanism.
Reading is fucking dangerous. I said so in high school. I got an A on the paper in which I suggested liteature be obliterated from school entirely. The suggestion went something along the lines of, " Literature stimulates the mind and spirit- a state which is in direct oposition to a docile student body. If students are continually exposed to Literature they might shows signs of independant thought and consiquently discover that this institution is as redundant as it is ineffective and overall harmful to human development."
A good revolution usually has an author hidden somewhere in this machinery.
The kids are strapping on the way to the classroom.
So anyway I was reading pithy little victim tripe on the inter-blag. And my pastel colored archtype reflected mirror girl from Freddy's other side.
Yes I'm speaking in code.
Sorry.
So anyway I was reading. And now I'm all torn up about it. And I can't say but want to say anything something and so I'm doublespeaking to my heart's content.
Hay, man you talking back to me?
I don't know why but seeing beautiful things destroyed has always done it for me. I'd tell myself bedtime stories about that fucking rabbit bitch from Maple Town eating her father's puke in the basement.
Or.. let me wiki this... MINGLE from that ROOBEAR show on Nick Jr! His imaginary cousins used to take their skin off and fuck in bags while their parents made mingle eat shit. That fucking glider freak .Blenders were used.
I used to starve Tails from sonic to death nightly. I had the drawins to eat it.
prove it.
Masticate! |
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[Nov. 29th, 2007|01:37 pm] |
Managed to get out to a little clearing today and do about a half hour of aikido. I'm rusty, but it was very pleasent. I'm feeling good as a result.
I think the mental training it requires is going to do me alot of good. Maybe help me deal with life better.
Maybe not. Maybe I'm just getting to the point in my life where I'm naturally maturing and able to think like that. Who knows. It feels good.
Things to do this week:
Mail Dark Asylum CD's.
Call Fright Factory.
Contact SCMRPG with interview questions.
Contact Christiangoths for interview. |
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| Sansuburi |
[Nov. 29th, 2007|04:32 am] |
My goal for tommarow is to try and wake up in roughly 4 hours and practice suburi's- or basic Aikido sword techniques. I downloaded a book of Aikido techniques written by the Saito Sensei. Apparently Aikido was developed using sword techniques as a guide for basic body movements. Interesting- I'd heard this before.
So I'm going to learn the first three and practice them.
Should be a good suppliment to what I already remember from previous training. |
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| Oh i won't hurt you mama, but its getting so hard. |
[Nov. 5th, 2007|05:45 am] |
Somehow I had a very productive day.
I made General Tso's chicken and some KILLEr noodles taht I can't eat too many of because of my diet.
Actually accomplished everything PLUS at work.
Wrote some... which is something I havn't done in a while and don't know why I did...
And got a rough instrumental demo of Gensis' MaMa recorded.
And I started my budget notepad file for the month. Which really was just... opening notepad and writing down 5 days worth of nothin' :P hahha
Oh i won't hurt you mama, but its getting so hard. |
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| WORK IS FUCKING STUPID |
[Oct. 31st, 2007|03:31 pm] |
So i've been diong photo editing for my sales job (since i was hired for my customer service background its obvious i should be an expert at photoshop!?)
And my boss called all my hard work a "Waste of Time" today.
I was furious.
Let me demonstrate...
were "wastes of her money" cuz they weren't as good as
SHE TOLD ME TO EDIT her shitty photography.
I recomended 2 different photographers at reasonable prices. Hell- exceedingly lowballed prices. In some cases discounts of over a grand and she chooses to take them herself with a 100 dollar beginner's photography kit that is some desklamps and a wrinkled dropfucking cloth.
What the fuck is wrong with some people... She wants pro merch shots? HIRE A PRO. Don't rag on me for not being able to save shit photos! |
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| Trancehorror |
[Oct. 26th, 2007|12:57 am] |
I've been toying with hypnosis, having found halloucinogens to be a little unpredictable and sublimating rational reflection upon interesting developments. So after reading about a few so called "Methods to Contact The Dead" I discovered that the "Visions" I was having were nearly identical to my halloucinogenic visuals. I was curious about it until I remembered my research into semiotics- and how the brain maps thought, language and correlates visual references to semantic content- Basically if you relax, put yourself in a suggestive state, and look into a mirror you're going to see whatever your brain is kicking around. Its the power of suggestions playing off the natural working of the brain.
So I had a fun idea to do a brief "horror" movie that was, for the first ten minutes, hypnotic suggestion followed by a brief reprise to let the viewer's 'imagination' conjure whatever demons they want to excise...and following it up with a few generic images and sounds in order to 'twist' that relaxed state into a hightened, more genuine, sense of fear.
Basically let people scares themselves to death :P
Where's my 30 million hollywood? |
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| Nitty Gritty |
[Sep. 18th, 2007|05:55 pm] |
Nitty Gritty chose to use bad mixes of songs that had clean mixes available. I guess because they get on stage with mics they think they're musicians or know a goddamn thing about the technical end of music. So the label said "god no" when they heard the album, as did I. I took my name off of it because I hate it.
And the only reason I was willing to pay for the 1000 CD's was cuz we needed silver backed actual disks for distrobution. Now that we're back to "will you buy my CD?" at a show we don't need silver backs, and we don't need more than 200 CDs. So I suggest we just do a CD-R short run and save about 500 bucks.
Of course there's a problem there too.
I love when non musicians think that they know more about how to make CD's than me.
I don't even want to do the show tonight. I'm so frustraited I don't care if I ever do another gritty song again.
I'd quit if it wouldn't cause problems.
I fucking hate this.
The whole point of the gritty was to do well produced fake rap to get a record deal.
I try to do that for them and they let their stupidity and ego get in the way.
Why do I waste my time doing things for people who are too fucking stupid to do it on their own? |
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| New Project! |
[Sep. 16th, 2007|07:47 pm] |
I had some extra recording time and nothing to do immediately.. (its all happening next week =P) so I started a new project.
www.myspace.com/zombiespitband
ZOMBIESPIT
Horror-Industrial! |
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| In Honor of 9/11 |
[Sep. 11th, 2007|04:07 pm] |
BOOM!!!!!!!!!!!
hahahahha....
9/12 is better. |
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| Manuever through the computer to do a little song |
[Sep. 6th, 2007|09:41 am] |
I start with Sage Francis: Go to bed late then I have to wake / get to work keep it giong / can't stop can't get a break / gotta get it done / gotta do the things I wanna do / but by the time i'm finished it is time for me to talk to you / and then explain what i do in my day well / its complicated and you say "pay tell" and I will try / if i miss any details / think about it later and then send it in an e-mail / cuz my brain is on a lop but there's a buzz / that I gotta trobule shoot / now now gotta get the work done last item of the day has turned into the first one /
9:40 AM. My coffee is just cool enough to drink. I've been home for 20 minutes checking my messages and reflecting briefly on the wonderful night I had last night.
Das Becky took me to see WICKED- something I've wanted to see desperately for a few years and save for a few tears during "For Good" for my old teacher Prof Dillion It was simply awesome. Undeniably awesome. She really did make my day week month. And I needed desperately to chill out and just enjoy shit for a bit. I'm gonna have to do something very nice for her for spending money she can't afford to help me realize a minor goal of mine. Well major goal. I love wicked.
Right now I'm listening to the new Aesop rock album and realizing I shoulda jumped in the shower three minutes ago. I barely have time to get wet and shave before I head to The plate store where I have two hours of image uploading to look forward to before doing data entry for another two- no doubt to be periodically interrupted by customers buying plates I'll never afford. Tres ironic.
Then its off to watchdog, today is the first day of school in that town so I might have an afterschool crowd- but honestly that would be welcome cuz the summer has been brutally slow and we need people to buy shit from us.
Then I gotta come home, unwind for a half hour and then start fixing the Nitty Gritty album- around 7 or 8 Rock Hard and White Chocolate show up and then we fix it together. That should carry me into the late evening at which point I may do some research on DIY and cheap promotion ideas for ninetwelve and then sleep. Tommarow I have more plate store and then a longer day at watchdog, which again is welcomed- followed by most likely hanging out in the shelter- but then I have to sell plates for six hours on saturday and .... well at least combichrist is playing.
Sunday I revise the ninetwelve album after giving my ears a break from the songs and listening to well mixed CD's all week and going "ooo... good mixing" and then I have to find out exactly who is mastering and printing it. Hopefully within the coming week i'll have art for the CD and can borrow a few bones to actually afford to release an album haha.
Then I have to start the Hyde Album and save my pennies for the nitty gritty tour. Hopefully I can sneak a ninetwelve tour in october too.
I may release the 30 minute dark asylum album I have recorded as part of my nonprofit label- which would be not such a bad idea I think. Just to keept he name floating out- even if I can't keep the profits :/
What else there's a cafe comedy CD I have to finish.
Cigarettes. I want to smoke like a hundred.
Ok its ten minutes later- I gotta shave and find clean clothes. Thank god I have two jobs and can afford Cigarettes and alcohol- its gonna be a long month. |
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[Sep. 1st, 2007|11:00 pm] |
Birthday update!
I finished the ninetwelve and nitty gritty albums and with any luck will have them otu this year. Hooray.
I'm gonna go get drunk now and go see halloween tommarow.
Yay life. |
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| Me and my therapist broke up! |
[Jun. 7th, 2007|07:53 am] |
And so I'm free to explore ideas she said were expessing some sort of desire to reject people I love. Or some sort of odd isolationist-need-to -fail mentality which I can only describe in the immortal words of the penguin, " SLIDE!!!!"
So I've been sleeping no my floor for a week. Started off practical- my bed is full of too much junk to clean. So i'm spending my evenings on the floor with a blanket and pillow to keep me company. They're good buddies. But now its practice. For what pray tell, Mr. Michael Pallante who is given to mild bouts of delerium due to diabetic tendancies and a proclivity for sugar?
This summer I'm taking a vacation. From what? More like to what...
...I'm taking a vacation from materialism and living homeless in either new york or philly for one week.
...I'm leaving with a backpack full of blanket , clothes, toothbrush, notebook, pens, razors.
No cellphone. No wallet. No money. No emergancy fund.
I'm going to count my wealt in how much I can steal- not how much i can spend.
While I may be imposing keroacian context on my suburban life for the sake of adventure and art there's another idea brewing.
Lets say I enjoy my week of homelessless ? Lets say I can make it work?
Hay... mike remember you were starting a record label ?
Mike wants to travel the east coast on foot or stolen transport with one good buddy making a documentary of the album.
Album? For what will hopefully be a monthlong journey through the streets, I'm going to bring my hard drive with me and at every kinko's, library or musician's house i can work my way into- record an album. And sell the making of it as a DVD.
Any thoughts? I do kind of want feedback on this concept.
Is it the alcohol? The drugs? The lack of sex? What is making me have such genius ideas.
What do you think, friends? |
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| My Statement To The World Regarding My Arrest |
[May. 6th, 2007|07:45 pm] |
As those of you who I consider close friends are already well aware of- My recent identity crisis has resulted in a proclivity for certain acts which an ignorant society views as bestial. Unrelated to such dubious behavior (which I have hitherto relegated only to the freeplay of my mind) I was, on friday, charged with and arrested for two counts of assault and two seperate weapons possession charges... against minors.
I promise you, my friends, the facts of the matter betray the context and I did not, would not, harm anyone. My situation results purely from the tendancy of puebescent nymphets to engage in melodrama.
Thank you. |
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| A Public Apology to 14 Year Old Girls |
[May. 3rd, 2007|11:36 pm] |
I became for you what you had asked / telepath / you're too young to ask out loud / i'm too old to not know that / i can talk like you've not herad / i know weapons / you think words i exposed you to these terms / you still chose to roll unheard / that could work but not so fast / you're so open / i'm so crass / i'm too weak to hold that back / you still think intrigue will last / you can't imagine of my past / i just can't explain all that / i wish i could trade you're place / so ramantic full of faith / i must spare you / i must learn / i refuse to be your first / first to put you in your place / first to make you speed your pace / i'm a man now (good or bad) / you're a girl still (good for you)/ don't think this don't make me sad / this is something i must do
keep your own tiem (leave me be)/ trying to spare you (trying to be) god melodic / man on fire / coward long gong (all desire) / fuck you raw now (its my fault) / fuck you raw dog (i can't stop)/ should have listned / should ahve left/ i can't stop unless you jet/ its so simple open head/ i will nit my savage thread/ help me help you (walk away) / leave this un-amazing grace/ you don't know from pure disgrace / you still think i'm here to save / i'm not even really here / i can't give what i can't take. |
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[Mar. 20th, 2007|02:42 am] |
evelorncro912 (2:39:45 AM): this is what I came home to today! evelorncro912 (2:39:46 AM): SkateFallen5 (5:18:14 PM): who is this
SkateFallen5 (5:18:35 PM): who are you
SkateFallen5 (5:18:56 PM): if you keep saying shit to my girl about killing her i am going to kill you
SkateFallen5 (5:19:45 PM): you fucking pussy
SkateFallen5 (5:19:46 PM): talk
SkateFallen5 (5:21:07 PM): yo pussy
SkateFallen5 (5:21:20 PM): if i find out who you are i am going to kill you
SkateFallen5 (5:22:08 PM): yo pussy
SkateFallen5 (5:23:22 PM): you are a fucking bitch
SkateFallen5 (5:30:24 PM): you are a bitch you will talk shit on my babe and now me
SkateFallen5 (5:30:38 PM): i want to fight you
SkateFallen5 (5:30:45 PM): i am 14 come on fight me
SkateFallen5 (5:31:31 PM): fucking bitch
SkateFallen5 (5:32:00 PM): go suck your moms dick you pussy
evelorncro912 (10:40:27 PM): Who are you? li (9:43:54 PM): HAHAHAHAHA evelorncro912 (2:40:29 AM): yeah. evelorncro912 (2:40:37 AM): Ok so the girl I tied up and put the knife in her throat? That's her boyfriend. evelorncro912 (2:40:51 AM): I sent her an IM today saying, "YOu need a knife in your throat like you need a leather belt around your neck." li (9:44:29 PM): he must be pretty boring evelorncro912 (2:40:55 AM): and he thougth I was threatening her. evelorncro912 (2:41:11 AM): When I said, " No dude... I actually DID that the other day... i was just joking about it cuz it was funny." evelorncro912 (2:41:18 AM): he was like "oh, ok! dude awesome sorry about that." evelorncro912 (2:41:21 AM): WTF?!?!? evelorncro912 (2:41:39 AM): I PUT A KNIFE IN A FIFTEEN YEAR OLD GIRL'S THROAT AND CHOKED HER WITH A STUDDED LEATHER EMO BELT !!!!! evelorncro912 (2:41:56 AM): and he's mad I talked about it... not that I was grinding a kitchen knife against her front teeth!??!?!? |
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