with it on your back, a name in your recollection,
thrown down among a million same.
difficult not to feel a little bit disappointed
and passed over
when i've looked right through
to see you naked and oblivious
and you don't see me.
but i threw you the obvious
just to see if there's more behind the eyes
of a fallen angel,
the eyes of a tragedy.
here i am expecting just a little bit
too much from the wounded.
but i see through it all
and see you.
so i threw you the obvious
to see what occurs behind the eyes of a fallen angel,
eyes of a tragedy.
oh well. apparently nothing.
you don't see me.
you don't see me at all.
3 Libras - A Perfect Circle
This is one of my favorite songs. I'm not really a tool/APC fan, but this song is just amazing.
To me its god saying how hes always here giving to us, but we ignore, neglect and just use/abuse him for our selves, and at times he wishes he could just give up.
a song I made today.
first one with words!!!
I was playing some chords and some words popped into my head, so I decided to try and record.
sorry for the bad sound quality, my recording stuff was acting weird.
it sounds alot better if you wear headphones. well maybe not alot better, but better than pc speakers.
and yes I know I cant sing.
also I wasnt sure how just add that song the other two are just instrumentals that I made a while ago. (souporman is really long 33mins, just a heads up since there is no timer or fast forward on the ilike player)
A few days ago I was drving for about an hour. Not really going anywhere. Just driving.
It was good though. I saw places in dallas I've never been to before, from ghetto factory places to really nice parks and houses. This led me to the conclusion:
I need to get out more.
Really.
Its strange honestly for the most part I dislike the world. (Borderline hate) But at times the world can be so peaceful and... nice. ---my mind just went blank---
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..Well I guess, I've come to the conlusion that:
I think too much. And I convince myslef out of alot of things. I dont reget alot, its just sometimes I wonder about how things would turnout if I had taken the other road. (or something like that, there's always a choice and depending on the choices we make we go different places)
hmm...
Like school for instance. Well, I tell my self and others that im gonna go. But when I think about it, there is no emotional draw to school. I know its good, and its what is expected of me... but I need a more concrete answer than that. Why? "Because its good." .... yeah
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hmm.....
maybe I need to get away.... go some where.... do something spontanious....and some how make money in the process. (like decent living money)
is it bad to not want to go outside?
to not care for people?
I think people are so amazing, but kind of in a scientist/lab specimin way. And I like, well I kinda like ppl as long as there not alot of them in one place at a time. 1-1, small group of 3-4. but more than that I start feeling cramped and I want to get somewhere open. Paranoid? maybe I've always thought I was alittle paraniod as a kid, well I guess im still a kid.
hmm...
freeze time, that'd be nice.
sorry for the brain dumb, and pointless ramble/whinning. but sometimes it feels good.
yeah I also didnt spell check or read over what I just read, so sorry if it dosnt make sense. Maybe you can Mad Lib it through or something.
this was an idea for a story I wanted to do.
(also to practice drawing a character and to redraw it in differnt actions.)
it's based off of a sub story from the anime Clannad.
The story is about a girl who lives completely alone in a "world that had ended", she builds a doll to keep her company.
I really wish I could draw better, but maybe in the future (cause right now I still suck.)
If you walk away I walk away
first tell me which road you will take
I don't want to risk our paths crossing someday
so you walk that way I'll walk this way
and the future hangs over our heads
and it moves with each current event
until it falls all around like a cold steady rain
just stay in when it's lookin' this way
and the moon's laying low in the sky
forcing everything metal to shine
and the sidewalk holds diamonds like a jewelry store case
they argue "walk this way," "no walk this way"
and laura's asleep in my bed
as I'm leaving she wakes up and says
"I dreamed you were carried away on the crest of a wave
baby don't go away, come here"
and there's kids playing guns in the street
and one's pointing his tree branch at me
So I put my hands up I say:
"Enough is enough,
If you walk away I walk away."
(and he shot me dead)
I found a liquid cure
for my landlocked blues
it will pass away
like a slow parade
it's leaving but I don't know how soon
and the world's got me dizzy again
you'd think after 22 years I'd be used to the spin
and it only feels worse when I stay in one place
so I'm always pacing around or walking away
I keep drinking the ink from my pen
and I'm balancing history books up on my head
but it all boils down to one quotable phrase
"If you love something give it away"
A good woman will pick you apart
a box full of suggestions for your possible heart
But you may be offended, and you may be afraid
but don't walk away, don't walk away
We made love on the living room floor
with the noise in the background from a televised war
And in the deafening pleasure I thought I heard someone say
"If we walk away,they’ll walk away"
But greed is a bottomless pit
And our freedom's a joke we're just taking a piss
And the whole world must watch the sad comic display
If you're still free start runnin' away
'cause we're comin' for ya!
I've grown tired of holding this pose
I feel more like a stranger each time I come home
So I'm making a deal with the devils of fame
Sayin' let me walk away, please
You'll be free child once you have died
from the shackles of language and measurable time
And then we can trade places, play musical graves
till then walk away walk away walk away walk away
So I'm up at dawn, putting on my shoes
I just want to make a clean escape
I'm leaving but I don't know where to
I know I'm leaving but I don't know where to
His eyes they closed and his last breath spoke he had seen all to be seen A life once full, now an empty vase Wilt the blossums on his early grave Walk away me boy, walk away me boy And by mornin' we'll be free Wipe that golden tear from your mother dear And raise what's left of the flag for me
Then the rosary beads count them one, two, three Fell apart as they hit the floor In our garb of black we must pay respect To the colour we're born to mourn Walk away me boys, walk away me boys And by morning we'll be free Wipe that golden tear from your mother dear And raise what's left of the flag for me
In his place there grew an angry festered wound Filled with hatred and remorse Where I'd pick and scratch till the blood it matched The silent rage not that fills my lungs For there are many ways to kill a man they say With bayonet, axe, or sword But son a bullet fired from a shapeless guise Leaves but the shell of a Thompson gun
Walk away me boys, walk away me boys And by morning we'll be free Wipe that golden tear from your mother dear And raise what's left of the flag for me
From the East out to the Western shore Where many men and many more will fall But no angel flies with me tonight Till freedom reigns on all And curse the name for which we slaved our days Till every man shall his kingdom come But sure as night turns day Ends the passion play Oh my god what have they done With madman's rage, well they dug our graves But the dead rise again you fools
Walk away me boys, walk away me boys And by morning we'll be free Wipe that golden tear from your mother dear And raise what's left of the flag for me
Walk away me boys, walk away me boys And by morning we'll be free Wipe that golden tear from your mother dear And raise what's left of the flag for me
It's no secret that sex sells and advertisers us it everywhere, for everything, and every age. But it seems now a new medium is coming. blunt violence. this is a snapshot of my face book page.
Rob a bank!!! Quick and easy!!! I know its an ad for a game, and I personally play violent games. But that title is just so... (idk) it's like: "Stick Knives in Your Eyes!!! new online game." I hope somebody sues these guys. If fat kids can sue Mc D's for making them fat, somebody should be able to get away with, " I only tried to rob that bank, cause Facebook told me it would be easy." Maybe these can be other potential violent ad eye catchers: Shoot Cops Beat Your Neighbor to Death Run Over Unsuspecting Civilians
sorry for bitching, but seriously. We're just getting dumber and dumber.
I had this on facebook, but I feel like this is gonna be my art page (good or bad). So. This is a screensaver that I made for a song that I made. enjoy.
Like I said before, currently I'm trying to learn how to draw. (properly) I wanted to see if I could copy a picture just by looking at it. This is the finished product: The original Pic is lower, so before looking at it try and guess what I was trying to copy. /
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This was the original drawing. It's Spike from Cowboy Bebop. How he turned into a fat white kid, i'm not even sure of....
Nothing, just nothing, nothing will wipe this heart out And no one, just no one, no one will break this frontline We are, we are, we are the final ones We are, we are the, we are the final resistance We're fighting to the last Driven by your hate Awoken us No one will surrender A storm will break the silence This storm will break the silence Nothing, just nothing, nothing will wipe this heart out We are, we are the, we are the final resistance This vengeance is justice And justice will be doneyour end is our triumph And the day will come A reign of terror, a life of horror Nothing will remain A promise to the fallen We make them feel our pain A promise to the felons You'll never rise again We take it back We take it all back We take it back We take it all back This vengeance is justice And justice will be done Your hate has so betrayed us Everyday we come A promise to the fallen We make them feel our pain A promise to the felons You'll never rise again Nothing, just nothing, nothing will wipe this heart out And no one, just no one, no one will break this frontline We are, we are, we are the final ones We are, we are the, we are the final resistance Endzeit - Heaven Shall Burn
I heard a joke once: Man goes to doctor. Says he's depressed. Life seems harsh and cruel. Says he feels all alone in threatening world. Doctor says, "Treatment is simple. The great clown Pagliacci is in town. Go see him. That should pick you up." Man bursts into tears. "But doctor" he says. "I am Pagliacci." Good joke. Everybody laugh. Roll on snare drum. Curtains. Rorscach's Journal
nacho supreme, no. nacho cheese, partly, but still no. the nacho deluxe saved my soul. temped by moderately cute "free stress test woman" sorry but I got nachos in my hands. smile and turn away. these nachos may be the death of me. but not today. not today. marten hernandez poem of chips, queso, beef, and the free stress test woman
Recently I realized that I really like to draw, but also that I have no control of my drawings. So i'm trying to learn how to draw (books, youtube). I decided to draw something to post once a week, hopefully I'll get better over time. enjoy.
This was from an Amazon comment about a book called Bad Moon Rising... which is also happens to be the title of a CCR song.
enjoy the music while you read.
# 4 and 7 are my favorites. I wanna make a poster for #4.
...quote... A reader who does not have the patience to put up with Gorenfeld's chaotic presentation can nevertheless enjoy browsing the book and marveling at the claims of Rev. Moon and his followers. A brief sampling of these is: 1. Jesus failed in his mission to save mankind and Rev. Moon is the Messiah who will accomplish this mission. Hence it is not correct for Christians to use the cross a symbol of their faith since this symbolizes failure. Instead, they should use a crown, which symbolizes Rev. Moon. 2. Children should look to Rev. Moon as their "True Parent" instead of being loyal to their birth parents. 3. The secular governments of the nations of the world should be replaced with governments run by followers of Rev. Moon. 4. It's right to lie for a good cause and God tells lies. 5. Through a human medium, thirty-six dead US presidents have issued statements from beyond the grave that support Rev. Moon. 6. Rev. Moon interceded to get Hitler out of hell. 7. Men should punish their penises every day by using pliers to cut the skin a little bit.
Barbwire Stapled In My Mouth That Bleeds Me Locked In A Cage Naked Animals Beat Me And A Savior Knocks An Untamed Puts In New Batteries And Charges Once Again [x4] We Set Off Into The Unknow Until We Destroy Everything And Are Dominant Once Again [x3] Once Again In The Back Where We Ride Again The Barbwire In My Mouth That Rips Up An Old Healed Wound Have Become A Rusty Soul The Electricity Is Gone I Want To Cut And Slice Myself To Death But I Don’t Have The Courage I Rather Turn Myself Off I’m Alone Again
According to Monty Pythons Life of Brian: "When you're feeling in the dumps Don't be silly chumps Just purse your lips and whistle - that's the thing."
what determines the value of life? Possessions, Knowledge, Power Intellectually its an easy, regurgitated answer. Love? But what does that mean? What of the mass majority where that's only a word, nothing else. And even those who seem to understand its meaning, still are lost. What determines the value of a person? ... It's seems like the worlds going to shit, and I don't seem to care. Where are we going? I just stay inside, and watch the world crumble? Watch the helpless retardation of our society. Wanting for better, but.. nothing. ... I wish I knew what love was. I wish the world knew. I wish we could all just chill/slow down. and take time to appreciate ourselves. ... well, maybe, tomorrow,
had my hopes up for a sale. crushed by deaf/mute nigerian no money today. - the poetry of hope lost marten hernandez
Email of scam:
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