| 213, death & yer mom |
[19 Jun 2009|03:13am] |
lately i've been doing promo stuff for my fave localish band, two thirteen:
add them if i haven't added you already. they sound like the misfits meets death metal.
horror punk. they play covered in fake blood. carry their metal vocalist to the stage
in a body bag and he busts out. their next cd is called GOREGASM and will be out by
halloween. the guys are all cool/funny. two of them were just in a signed band that
they quit to keep playing 213. their name is from jeffrey dahmer's apartment number
where he lived, ate, raped, & dismembered like 12 black & asian guys.
their first cd's songs are mostly about murder, mutilation & other fun stuff.
some samples from classic horror movies, hostel n shit i don't know. easy to follow
punk chorus by chad darkwait & metal screams n stuff by allen nasty.
allen will drink piss for $5 or let chad or whoever barf in his mouth, let chicks whip
him with belts. and this is just the 3 or so shows i've seen them play over like 3 years.
they are from columbus, georgia. i first saw them play in a coffee shop with like 5 other people.
nobody liked them but me.
they rocked the fuck out. you could tell they enjoy playing music, the whole band thrashed together.
they usually wear medical masks too. chad's got "suffer" tatted on his neck and "born dead" on his knuckles.
allen has "white trash" on his belly. zack dees, the drummer, is a male model. you've probably seen him
in magazines. we were gonna go to the beach together but his phone died. danny 13, the bass player, is an
evangelist. he picks up young chicks & shows them god. they used to ride in a spooky black van like the
mystery machine but more evil.
before the second show i saw them play, i gave chad a ride to whataburger and played skinny puppy. my
friend had the pleasure of driving allen there. he said he stunk up the car, ha. then another friend
drove him back. 213=black magick/energy/power.
oh yeah, after i bought their cd & drove home i got a ticket for running a red.
it was totally 213's fault- i was blasting their music.
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| i want to invent new colors |
[31 May 2009|03:39pm] |
big hips,
little tits,
i need to make
a sammich.
i've started remembering a lil more of my dreams
ever since i started reading a book.
another lazy sunday.
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| take me to the forgotten ones |
[30 May 2009|04:37am] |
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the man/demon clothed in the skin of angels floated down the street. desperate alleys of mischief, cat eyes stare unaware. we're all falling down in the city tonight. were we only to become gold idols on water. her skin was wafer thin. the body builder chick was a grotesque creature unclothed, manlike but worse. her body was a tanned orange sausage. thick chicks were the garden of delight. or regular girls, the skinny ones were worthless. she slide the dagger down his ribs, cutting in. paper laterns were carved, the fleshlight candle burned bright. there was a flicker of expectation in iz eyes. there are no escapes. pass-out paradise.
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[28 May 2009|10:06pm] |
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| ERE I AM JH |
[24 May 2009|02:06pm] |
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her skin was fading away again. the spiders had no place to perch. empty palaces policed by the red suits. fucking that chick in the tattoo parlor. she had light brown, almost blond hair. two handsome mexicans watched and clapped. bomb rattle shake. "you think i'm going to pay to look at you?" the venetian looked aghast, "your beauty isn't big enough." "how 'bout this," she hissed and her body inflated, floating in the air. the wild childe shot flaming arrows at her. betwixt the two trees was a bear cub and it howled indefinitely. "follow me to the sea," she spoke, pulling my hand. we stood in it and she pulled out a long, thin knife. it curved gently. she sliced our finger tips and our blood dropped into the water, mixing and merging. the temple walls were crumbling. short, sly creatures ran away. "there's a place somewhere far away and it's calling you," the old woman predicted. shawls and dark halls, gauze and blank gazes. sometimes the things she said amazed and other times they were just mundane. she held the clairvoyant's brain in her hands. "those monkeys can make you cry." we reached slight hands out and ate apples and oranges from the bowl. they were very sketchy, shaky, fuzzy. a mirror looked into a mirror's eyes and it saw reflections of itself. mercury blood & quicksilver mud. "this is the end but don't worry, we will start the dance again."
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| warning danger self-destruct sequence engaged |
[21 May 2009|01:08am] |
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drugged, look what the drac cragged in. we were just waiting under the cardboard box. just another explosion to catch your eye. they said i was sick. pills with little pebbles inside could make you better. doctor mari. . . ave maria. . . this is what happens when you rewind. waste your l. . . phoenix down, it crashed in a burning crater. misbegotten sons, s.o.s. son of sam. john leguizamo walked by, i thought he looked like a clown. we are pretty, dying inside. roses tossed against the rotten meat. she smiled, blond hair parted to the side. her nails were painted bright blue. we shared the spoils of that dumpster together. if it weren't for her fur, then i'd have nothing. possession is nine tenths of the law but nothing is possessable, thus the law is an invalid. demoncop 5 is playing on tv. the gays still can't be your idol yet. give it time. our circuitry is changing. meat meets machine. we eat in broken-down burger queens.
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| she painted her skin like the corpse of a drowned sailor |
[18 May 2009|08:45pm] |
"there are ways we can erase you, erasmus," she grinned. she had three inch fingernails and they glistened. raindrops kept falling on her head. her eyes were red and white swirls like peppermints. she had a chitinous integument, black and spiny. she licked a curvy dagger, flicked it between her lips.
"when we shine, the dogs whine," chimneyhead spoke. he was smoking. it billowed out like a black cloud, little ravens swimming in it. he ate logs of wood which he hacked with an axe. the wolf wore a bonnet, rubbing its pregnant belly seductively. woowoowoowoowoowoowoo was the noise outside, it echoed.
she splashed beneath the waterfall. ms. narwhal swam slowly in its turbulent waters. when she stepped out of the water, her hair was silver and down to her ankles. the moon shook in the sky and fell to the ground, cracking into a million ice shards. plants grew in reverse back into the parched earth.
"this is the tomb of doom, the dome tome, the dumb thumb," she shuddered, opening brittle newsprint. it was a fat book, cracked brown leather. sparkling dragonflies and lies flew out. tiny goblins rode them, whipping them. oh the screams an insect makes.
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| freshest taste within 111 days |
[18 May 2009|12:18am] |
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there's a ghost that follows me. her name is inverness. we met underwater once. she said she'd be my friend. she speaks cantonese.
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| the great ruiner, renoir |
[15 May 2009|03:41pm] |
she was beauty & i was dirty. she had big black tattoos across her upper chest. spiderweb was built overnight in bushes. it had blinking red lights. we will waste you. the black bums try to sell cheap drugs at night. aunt jemima tries to bum cigarettes from everyone that walks by.
evil emperess, we ignite heartfires. she was part asian/alien. "come on aileen," i said, pulling her by the arm. we were digging up graves again. moist soil smell. we smoked strawberry blunts filled with marijuana. she asked me if i wanted to die and i said always.
"welcome to that place we knew so well as children," she opened the door. she was skinny. the veegs had kidnapped her. black cons, no socks, jeans. she passed me the key, covered in grime. jager dripped from her lips. she had little tits, no bra.
she handed me a sugar skull. i bit in, juice splashed out. it tasted like the lake. we were caked with white dust. the primitives called it powder. the cliffs were covered with moss. lizards were crawling around, tongues flicking.
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| the aquanaut's dream |
[10 May 2009|09:53pm] |
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"i'm a black box buried below an ocean of sorrow," she said. the doctor just ticked off a few squares, scribbled a few notes. "we are receiving you loud and clear, there is nothing to fear." the transmissions faded in and out. automatic for the porno. she was smoking blu electronic cigarettes. some bums were being brought into the alleys and shot. my sister's machine hands ripped my hair out. i had to bring my own robotics to the party. that girl in the black dress pointed her pistol at me and pulled the trigger.
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| electric sleep |
[26 Apr 2009|11:10am] |
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i was driving to the eastern island of pacifica. huge bridges crossed the ocean to get there. there were thousands of red and white cruise liners docked by the beach. the radio station switched over to some death metal as i drove there. eventually, as i got closer to the island, the bridge began to split into multiple paths. some of the turn-offs were made of red and gray brick. they had big gaps in them which the vehicles would have to launch across. people were going across the different paths but i felt like some of these bridges were old and crumbling. they should've been blocked off but they weren't. i was going to die on this road.
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| twilight of the idles: let the rain wash away our sorrows |
[13 Apr 2009|12:52pm] |
"suffer, sister, suffer sweetly," the demon/creep said softly. he had been following me around the past three days. i'd turn around and there he'd be. he was a little red and orange guy. looked kinda like a chihuahua with horns, smoking a cigar. he talked shit about me when my back was turned, saying i had a fat ass and other obscenities.
school's becoming less and less satisfying. sporks senior high is a place for dullards and the teachers are stuck-up assholes. at least at lunch i can stare at this fucking gorgeous guy, edward mcmuffin. he's so hot, i could just eat him up. he had greasy black hair and goth eyes. dressed in leather, with chains. dark blue nail polish. he was finer than brangelina and bennifer combined. i wanted to fuck him, i wanted to fuck him badly.
i knew charcoal would never let me date a guy until i left his house. he was a big, tough cop and he had a gun. he said he'd blow off any guy's face that so much as touched me. he got awful jealous after i moved in with mom. i still never knew what happened to that kid who stopped by the house to say hi. they never found his body.
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| old friends |
[12 Apr 2009|04:34am] |
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i'm a lil drunk and smell like smoke, oh boy. peeps like my dethklok shirt, ha. just saw a bunch of old friends play in different bands. eyesick playing with nik flagstar rules. rockabilly at this relatively new place called pms. guitar store with homemade wooden bar. no cover and 2 beers for $3 which is a miracle around here. and 3 dudes from one of my fave bands, twothirteen, played in their new signed metal band. thrill of a gunfight. they rule too. http://www.myspace.com/thrillofagunfight. chad, zack and lance rock. their album comes out to best buy n hot topic n wherever in june so hopefully it does good. and then chad and two other guys from idk what bands went on stage and starting playing misfits covers. was sweet. i'm supposed to go hang out with them tomorrow so that'll be cool.
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| sand in shit, oyster griddle waffle mouse |
[06 Apr 2009|10:38pm] |
sometimes sparks of light float before my eyes. "you can't really live until you die," she told me. her hair was a purple pint of pain. i had killed so many people that day. our murder was commercial. murder was our commerce. we'd pile the broken bodies into shopping carts and whisk them into self scanning aisles. isles of entropy. they said you shouldn't think that way. happy music was pumped out of the speakers. fed to the unconscious minds. you couldn't be sad if you were spending money. wow, we've got a great deal for you, let me shake your hand. let me know if you need anything. any questions and i'll be glad to answer. french fries were falling from the mind's eye. they were rendered quite realistically. you could almost taste the oil dripping down them. boxers faces were reflected in the drops. mike tyson promised not to bite any more ears off or beat any more women if you'd just buy a dyson vacuum cleaner.
the kids dug shells out of the sand. the sun pummeled their faces. the ocean was much too salty. a woman in red, long brown hair, grew an umbrella from her head. she smoked a cigarette from a stem. it was plantlike. when she puffed in steam, red embers glowed. her eyes reflected these sunspots. it sure was hot.
melt/smelt. it smelled of lilacs in the lady's room. she said she'd come home soon. she lived on mars. it sure was hot there. her skin was green, she had sticky fingers. the tips were little bowls. if you licked them, then they'd stick to windows.
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| planet pain (turpentine rain) |
[03 Apr 2009|11:30pm] |
gunface: what is his name?
girlface: jack daniels is my lover.
just another death in plastic.
welcome to broken record land. the plane will be landing in 30 mins. please buckle your sheetbelts.
-machine stewardess. she had a face like a vacuum. it sucked up everything it saw.
who turned out the stars that night? trigger on the finger.
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| 13 13 13 |
[02 Apr 2009|03:36pm] |
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gather around the fire, children, and let me tell you about the great consumer. she has the palest skin, almost transparent like paper, blue veins see-through. her eyes are goldschlaugher lullabies. her shopping cart heart is a cage which no man has ever escaped from.
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| in bed, medias res, race to snitch mt. |
[02 Apr 2009|01:06am] |
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fetish factory, she screamed in the alley. red and purple were her points of light. we were weapons (weary & scary). why waste time reading when you can watch tv? we've got all the classics made into movies, 2 minute teledramas downloadable to your igodz. she shaved the shame from her legs. "you'll never make it," she told me, star visions in the skies. we were just bleeding out in the lake again. the platypus swallowed those pills. that cow was the most annoying creature you were ever forced to talk to. the chains were silver playthings of zion, all the kids were cryin. we swept the straw away. it could decay in the barn. brainrot on cots naptime, we carried crucifixes wrapped around our wrists. sometimes we'd smash the faces of the heathens with them. god was in our guns and we shot truth into nonbeliever's brains. the roaches told us we'd win. science was a sin. we bottled our mathematics and sold them on the streets, scabbed knees and scalpels. blood dripped down the roof's shingles. she shot her eyes out in the night. she was a hybrid creature, part alienleatherskin. they told me i was a test tube baby. somebody you punched just bought the ticket. mother's chili is the best.
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| breakdown terminal with infected quilldren |
[24 Mar 2009|10:05pm] |
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we sleep softly in our dracula machines, ligatures snore on the floor. this epic deathgasm we had is dying out swiftly. yeah, it's true i'm falling down the stairs again. the people that live under there just yell at me. she was over there drinking rainbows by the garage. these streets of rage are just so empty now.
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