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Tuesday, August 22nd, 2006
10:26 am	Its been a while it's been a while since I've posted anything here. If there was anything I needed to mention I've probably forgot about it. So far, I've started going back to school (ITI Tech). I'm working on getting my GED and once that's accomplished I'll be enrolling to study Drafting. What sect of Drafting? Not sure, yet. Probably Civil. Also, I've been playing with a couple of guys and we're pretty much a band now. We have 20 songs, not all of them finished, but all of them are underway. Maybe half of them are finished, the others are under construction. The name? We were thinking "As Of Now", then "Swamp Of Sobek", now we're thinking of just "Sobek". Here's the list and some concept art which our drummer (an amazing artist) is hopefully going to re-do. 1. Intro (The Other Perception) 2. Where The Willow Whispers 3. Head Hunter 4. Meaningless Dream 5. Lost In Sympathy 6. ex (experimental) 7. Everyone Dies Alone 8. Skin The Cat 9. Clinch 10. Broke As A Joke 11. Smoke And Some Poetry 12. The Pinch 13. Ugly On The Outside 14. Echos From An Asylum (noise track) 15. Ready To Die 16. Playing In The Dark 17. Waste Of Paper 18. ex 19. Double Pneumonia 20. ex/w hidden track Current Mood: accomplished Current Music: none (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, March 1st, 2006
2:50 pm	What's first? Let me think....*thinks*. Blue, my dog, died. Me and Joey dug a really nice grave for him where he used to stay in the backyard. I was saddened by his lost, but I was even more frought during the end of his days and all the suffering he must have endured. I just deleted almost the entire blog I had posted because it was a little too long even for me to look at. Let's just do it like this. I got into a fight, I got bit on the neck, I did NOT whoop his ass like I should've because I was in HIS house. The cops ended up being called, not because he bit me but because he broke Joey's window out and stole some shit out of my friend's car. For the past two or three weeks I have not gotten a break from people. Even friends...I've been wanting so bad just to be alone for a little while. To catch a break from all forms of social activity. It's really been wearing me down. Or maybe I just haven't been visited by the right people. I wouldn't mind seeing Rhett, Braxton, Joey, or Daniel. They're always welcome. Anyway, I have started a new project. It's basically our swamp metal riffs played on the acoustic guitar. We currently have three finished for sure. A 9 minute song, a 7 minute song, and a 5 minute song. Not bad, I say. Most song are kicked out at 5 minutes at most. All though if you're looking for radio play you're looking at 3 minutes, maybe 4. So, our 9 minute song is basically 3 radio songs. We still don't have a name for the project because I want it to have the name that I want for it and he wants to have the name that HE wants for it, so we both keep beating around the bush with it. He wants it to be an acoustic project with a little metal here and there and I'm fine with that. But, since we're mainly acoustic we can't have a name like "Burning Screaming Babies in Hell" or something like that. So, anyway...that's about the extent of what's going on in my life at the moment. Boring, huh? Fuck it.... Current Mood: restless Current Music: none (Comment on this)
Monday, January 30th, 2006
8:32 pm	let there be light I can't think of the most remotely interesting thing to talk about, but as always it's been a while since my last post and I feel obligated to keep it updated. But, what could I possibly talk about? I guess it's the environment here. I usually post at night when my parents are home usually watching the TV and sometimes making the occasional obligitory comment based upon their daily observations or whathaveyou. I find these days that my hatred for humanity is growing. Each passing face makes me grimace with violent thoughts. As I walk back and forth from Joey's house from wherever, I feel most of their eyes looking at me, judging me, thinking bad things about me. It's the trench coat, I know. I don't exactly look like someone you would want your daughter to date, but...Oh well. If people are too shallow or pussy to approach me and find out what I'm really like then that's on them and their stupidy. I'm white, for fuck's sake. Approach me with an open mind and I may not be the "psycho" you thought I was. Anyway, no stranger is going to read this, so I don't know what I'm ranting about. I'm working on a new song. I was sitting in the woods smoking weed out of a pipe I had to construct out of tin foil using a "voodoo" pencil a friend gave me to form its hollow shape. It worked well. It served its purpose and allowed me to free my mind up for a second thus flowed into my brain a new rhythme. I got the idea and then elaborated on it with my guitar. It still follows my basic style, but it's different. Harder to sing over. I'm going to learn to play the mouth harp. I will go to record one of my only finished songs over at my brother's house this Thursday or Friday. Depending on the alinement of the fucking planets it should turn out to be one of the most musically productive things I've done in over a year. Wish me luck or I'll smother you in your sleep. Current Mood: blank Current Music: Me - Pocket Full Of Nothing (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, January 5th, 2006
7:32 pm	going on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on Okay....I'm updating. Techniquely, I'm all ready updated at this point...But, I shall elaborate. I quit/got fired at Burger King. They were working me hours overtime and not paying me for it, then they starting pulling the same shit that MacDonald's pulled when they started scheduling me to wake early in the morning. Except, it was different at MacDonald's. It was a 2 minute walk. It's a 30 minute walk to Burger King from my folk's house. Anyway, lots and lots of indifferences and I need a new job a couple of thoughts later. Unfortunately, I have been smoking dat shit, dat dank, dat stank, dat skunk wacky tobaccy, them left handed cigarettes, da' Ganja mon, weed mon, grass, marajuana, Dat OOOOOOEEEEYYYYYY.............Needless to say, I cannot pass a piss test....I have no new art. Let's see...My A string popped on my electric. I had a size 17 string and a size 26 string. I threaded them both through the same respective hole and tuned them up as one string. It was then tuned, somehow by some strange twist of fate to a really high D. In my book, I think that's like...D higher than high D. Anyway, the tuning was then D D D G B E. The really high string has a double tone to it. I said to someone, "When I play I feel like I'm speaking in demonic, downtrodden, tounges. That's what it sounds like to me." So, if that gives you any idea....I broke my low E shortly after my discovery. To be honest, it was getting kind old, anyway. I feel as though I'm obligated to replicate and introduce this sound to many people, but I'm buying a pack of strings tomorrow, so I think it's going to go back to its typical standard tuning. But, in the near future, I will experiment again. I forgot what else I was going to talk about... Current Mood: and the sound of the keyboard Current Music: the phone is ringing, the tv's on, the dogs are chewing (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Tuesday, December 6th, 2005
5:44 pm	I don't really feel like typing right now, but...it's been a while since I've been on here, sooooo...I got a job at Burger King, now. It is a shit hole, dead end job where you are an expendable plastic screw in the gear of a cheaply made, soul consuming machine. and I'm on an unsteady work-out routine..... but, I'm working out again, nonetheless. Feeling better about my music. Someone told me yesterday "you were born to sing". Not quite sure how many pills she was on, but...She asked me if I would record some of my music for her and pulled out a tape recorder/CD player. Loud little fucker, too. Anyway, I played my music, and she actually put the tape in her car tape player. We listened to it on the way to my house and she was singing along. This was my guitarist's mom. Cool, cool, lady. Anyway, it was kind of what I needed. I mean, no one wants to feed anyone's ego but sometimes an ego needs to be fed to save from being completely obliterated by depression and/or low self confidence. The ghost hunting is still going, but we're trying to....."find ourselves" for lack of a better phrase. We haven't quite settled in to the gig so things are really slow right now. I'll tell you what, though; if I had a vehicle we'd be going almost everytime I got some time off. We do have over 20 EVPs right now, though. Well, I'm going to get some cigarettes and do some other stuff. Current Mood: awake Current Music: Stone Temple Pilots - Wicked Garden (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Monday, November 7th, 2005
8:05 pm	November This October has sucked big, sweaty, hairy, grimey, dirty, filthy, misshapen, zit covered, Ogre balls. MMmmmmm, sounds good right? Well, that's how I feel about this October. Under the circumstances I guess I should be a little more understanding, but that doesn't mean I can't be pissed off. Usually the Livingston Fair comes through during October. Not this October. Usually, TV is filled with Halloween-esque imagery, commercials are hokey, programs are cheesey, but IT'S HALLOWEEN!! Nothing Halloween related this October.... I look forward to October all year and it finally gets here and all the sudden...all that good spookey, cheesey, Halloween spirit just...never emerged....It's like October never even happened. I HATE!!! Anyway, now that I'm done saying "October" and ranting about how much it sucked....Me and my buddy have been Ghost Hunting and have actually been successful. I was pleasantly surprised. We not only have pictures of "Orbs", but now we have at least 16 different EVPs (electronic voice phenomena). Or "Ghost Voices", in other words. No bullshit. I don't lie because it makes me look like an idiot. We got what we believe and what I am very convinced are EVPs. Anyway, I can't go much deeper than that because it's pretty simple as it is. We got ghost voices. I'm pretty satisfied. Current Mood: annoyed Current Music: Yngwie Malmsteen - Speed Metal Symphony (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Sunday, October 23rd, 2005
11:59 am	Yeah, it's not going to be easy for me to adapt to the neuro-vocabulary. Sometimes, I have trouble pronouncing the words. But, I will read slowly and meticulously. I'm not sure how this will benefit me socially, but it would give me a sense of self satisfaction. It is something I've pondered on for a while. I've been pacing back and forth in my head and saying "I wonder".... Well, now it's time to fixate my quandries upon that and unearth some answers for myself. On a different note, I might be getting a band together. The guitarist I'm playing with is 17, but he's a worthy guitarist and a lot like me when I was 17. The resemblance is almost offsetting. Though I suspect he might be bi-sexual, well...that has very little to do with being an all right person in general. He better not try anything funny, though. It's kind of funny because he has a BC Rich Warlock guitar, like mine, but it's the advanced "Bronze" series. Better then mine. However, I have a half stack with 4 12s and he has a little Peavey AMP with only 2 12s. It's quite the balance. And I'm hearing amazing things about the drummer that's supposed to play with us today, sooooooo...All I need now is a job.... It's not easy being careless. Current Mood: awake Current Music: Crowbar - Buried Once Again (Comment on this)
Wednesday, October 19th, 2005
12:44 pm	drooling retard in a wheel chair Well, just now I took a step in the right direction. I printed out 7 pages of nothing but paragraphs on neurotransmitters, synaptic transmission, acetylcholine, cholinergic agonists and antagonists, serotonin, GABA. It should be quite an interesting read. As for the last post...Well, nothing has really happened. I got a job with an Insurance Claims Adjuster. I worked for 2 whole days. The guy was a totally incompetent and disrespectful prick horse fucker. And that's being nice. My job: Drive him around New Orleans and all the surrounding areas. His Job: To assess damaged homes and estimate the cost of rebuilding or replacement by making a bunch of measurements and taking a bunch of pictures. He needed me to drive while he worked on the Laptop and save files and log stuff. He even had one of those GPS mapping systems that tells you where to go and how to get there step by step. Simple enough, but this guy was too much of a dueche bag. I couldn't even ask a question without being made to feel stupid. I was seriously about to stomp this dude. Anyway, I told him, "Fuck you, buddy", and quit. Well, other than my never ending quest for musical creation, that's about all that has happened thus far. So, I say blah, and good day. Happy Halloween Current Mood: blank Current Music: Morphine - All Wrong (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, September 23rd, 2005
9:27 pm	The cycle Just a week and a half ago my Uncle shoots his self in the head...4 days ago one of my close friends pulls an over dose suicide. Needless to say, he's dead now. Went to his funeral yesterday. The air was made of love bugs. I think it was Jeff's last laugh. Me and two other friends stayed behind to witness the lowering of his casket. James drove up next to the graveyard in his truck and blared Pantera while we shoveled some dirt on top of his casket, drank some beer, got buzzed, threw some bottles in and some cigarette butts in with him. The gravediggers didn't mind. And I found out that the going measurement of an average grave is actually 4 feet, not 6. Then again we would probably hit water at only 7 or 8 in Louisiana. Oh well...I wanted to be a Pall Bearer, but my fuckin' ride didn't show up, so I took it upon myself to jet out to Seale Funeral home. I got there literally when they were letting everyone out to view him one last time. I was just glad I got there...I'm going to dick slap Braxton for not showing up when he was supposed to. They played Freebird by Lynard Skynard. The song that Jeff actually taught me how to play. And the song that he always enjoyed playing and hearing when I went to his house and jammed with him. Didn't really matter at that point how over played or over rated Freebird was...Fact is, it meant something to Jeff. Anyway, I don't think I'm going to get the job I wanted to get. My application...I may as well put "Graduated Kindergarten", and leave it at that. I honestly think it would look better than "McDonald's". Blah. Here's some lyrics. The Pinch. By Chris Little mosquito Hangin' from a spider web Actin' like it's no big deal, so I listened to the noise from his head He said, "Can I please feed on you, now? There won't be nothing to drink for quite a ways I'll be gone as quickly as I came" You don't have to pressure me to stay I don't go away It's like, everybody's gotta go "bye-bye" It's like, everybody gotta feel good sometimes Expendable life comes a dozen for a dime And I ain't got time to cry Two evil twins in the corner of the fence One does the evil and the other don't flinch Humans are machines and we don't mean shit I'm sure everyone has felt the pinch You don't have to pressure me to stay I don't go away You don't have to think if you don't want to I don't know why Little mosquito Hangin' from a spider web Actin' like it's no big deal, so I listened to the noise from his head He said, "Can I please feed on you, now? There won't be nothing to drink for quite a ways I'll be gone as quickly as I came" End. This song is still uncertain. At any rate, I hope this journal wasn't too long for ya'll. Current Mood: blank Current Music: Lynard Skynard - The Ballad of Curtis Lowe (5 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, September 17th, 2005
11:18 am	Almost something Other than playing bloody knuckles with myself, I have developed some what of another habit, where periodically I will punch myself in the chest really hard. It usually happens when I have a heart palpitation. Then I think, "Yeah, do it again, but this time make it hurt, mother fucker"... There's only two things that could be wrong with me and I've narrowed it down. It's either a bad case of anxiety or diabetes. Oh JOY of all joys... My uncle killed his self about 5 days ago. Uncle Jody...He wasn't my blood Uncle, but he was the only person I didn't mind being myself around at family functions and stuff. Yes, I was on the computer late at night because, yet another anxiety attack was keeping me awake....at about 12:30 at night the phone rings. A couple of minutes later my parents come in here and say, "We're going to Aunt Kim's house, Jody just killed his self". I'm thinking, "What the fuck? What the fuck is this?!" My parents sold the van to my brother. However, there's a possibility I could get it back because I might be getting a job Monday or Tuesday. I'm keeping my fingers crossed. You should cross your's too. Daniel? I promised you a poster about 2 years ago and I haven't forgotten about it. While I don't yet have it, I do have a pic right here for you. I never forgot, man. Current Mood: blank Current Music: Candlebox - Far Behind (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Friday, September 16th, 2005
2:34 pm	A drunken moment (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Friday, September 9th, 2005
9:13 am	MercilessDream I'm going to explain this in broken english just to speed things up, because I'm starting to forget it and it was a fairly long dream. It starts out, I wake up. It's night. Two friends arrive at my house with another guy, a stranger. We chit chatted for a while, we left. We arrived at this house. Their was a father, a brother (the guy I met), and his sister. Sister = Desire for acceptence, brother = Chaos and anarchy, and father = apathy and sadism. At least that's what I gathered. Anyway, I meet the sister and she imediately begins performing a BJ on me. I'm like, "all right"! Uhhhh, she says, "don't listen to my brother, he's crazy and he lies". Brother seems to be off in his own little exciting world. Father is walking around not really caring. After a while, we go outside, we come back in and Sister has doused herself in gasoline. The father doesn't care one bit, he's just walking around and it seems like he's got something heavy on his mind, but anything other than his daughter about to light herself on fire. The brother seems to care just a little bit. She quickly lights herself on fire using a plain silver zippo. We scamper about, looking for a fire extinguisher which leads me into the house. Having to pass through the room that was burning, I was too scared to look. I could hear the crackling and popping of melting flesh and I could only imagin the horror in her expressions as she burned alive... We never could find a fire extinguisher. Later in another room in the house, my dad, and brother's father, brother and me. Father had a shotgun, so did dad. Father points shotgun at me, I move behind my dad, father pulls the trigger and the gun goes off. Surprisingly, it is not that loud. My dad points his shotgun at father and pulls the trigger, but nothing happens. Through the whole dream there was an air of chaos, unforgivingness, unmercifulness. The second part of the dream, I'm in jail, but it looks like the nuthouse I went to in Greenwill Springs. There's some "tough" guys. I pick up some weights and start lifting in order to fit in, as if I'm one of them. My guitar is there. I see brother again. This time he really did come out as crazy and as a liar. Anyway, I see some kid walking into our room with something in his hand. It is some kind of small fire starter, a home made rig. It goes off, fire starts, he runs out, and all I'm worried about is my guitar, but time seems to lapse. Next thing I know there are fire fighters in the room, the fire has all ready been put out, and I'm crying hysterically and asking, "What about my guitar?! Where's my guitar?!?" They give me a piece of my guitar. Half the neck from the middle up to the headstock has been completely burned off, and all that remains is half of a neck and the body. No strings, it's all burned. I cried somemore and woke up. (Comment on this)
Wednesday, September 7th, 2005
9:54 am	DARTH VADER (Comment on this)
Monday, September 5th, 2005
10:48 pm	The Great Roach Massacre Of 95 Back in 95, me and my brother went on a mass raid into our room. Armed with two cans of "Raid" roach spray and some smashing equipment, we went in head on. Our bunk beds had a roll out trundle bed underneath. This is the scary part: We both had flashlights. We pulled out the trundle bed and went under. "Uhhhh, Daniel?...", I asked, shakingly. "Yeah.", he replied. "You see that?" We looked up and saw shadows of the spindly antenae of ROACHES!! Everywhere.... "Yeah........I see that". "All right dude....on the count of three we're going to get out from under here as fast as we can", Daniel asserted. "1......2......3!!!" We made a mad dash for the upper realm, and as soon as we moved, the roaches started scattering! We sprayed furiously! After about 30 minutes we could see that it was effective. We were dead aims. It was straight out of a Sci-Fi action flick. We rarely lost a battle with these little bastards. Soon there was a spotted scene of twitching and dying roaches sprawled and strewn about the room. When we couldn't hear anymore; we sprayed more. We were waitin' and hatin'. Still nothing. Our room had been cleared. But, that's not the end. We went outside into the carport where we used to have a Road Island Red Hen. A pet Chicken named Angie. She would later become a great allie in the War of The Roaches...but, not in this story. Anyway....Oh, our hunting skills were phenomenal. We lifted the top to the bucket of chicken feed and out poured probably a hundred roaches! You know what we did? (Bored Bystander: "What?" ) We started maiming them, not killing them. Just hitting them hard enough to slow them down. Then we took toothpicks..............And impaled them, one by one. We put them all in a nice little square in our mother's garden. It was a sight to see. Ohhhhh, if only we had a camera! They were all face up and still moving. The cool part is, when we got up in the morning.....they were all gone....all we saw....was a couple of red ants carrying a leg away. And that is the story of "The Great Roach Massacre Of 95". Current Mood: accomplished Current Music: silence (Comment on this)
Friday, August 26th, 2005
3:24 pm	SHADOW OF THE PENTAGRAM Current Mood: blank Current Music: Hank Williams Sr. - Death Is Only A Dream (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Thursday, August 25th, 2005
7:47 pm	TALL GRASS TALL GRASS. I'll love you all one day But, not today for I have many trials to face I want to be something But, not today I'm watching you decay as you pray to the worms in the hour glass Tall grass, bury me in the tall grass Tall grass, shadow man in the photograph Tall grass I know we're all machines of our creation mental processors chemicals in the brain I'm so tired, I could never sleep again If you really want to feel what I feel You're gonna have to get under my skin Tall grass, bury me in the tall grass Tall grass, shadow man in the photograph Tall grass You can watch the marble glisten in the cemetery You don't need to see me just listen to the music carry on, carry on The wind whistling through the trees The night howling, weeds surrounding The ghosts are wandering and I'm enjoying the scenery I'll love you all one day But, not today for I have many trials to face I want to be something But, not today I'm watching you decay as you pray to the worms in the hour glass Tall grass, bury me in the tall grass Tall grass, shadow man in the photograph Tall grass (Comment on this)
1:55 pm	Most people Most people come to their journals when they have something at least a little bit interesting to talk about. Not I. I come here to fill space. I have to pull shit out of my ass. (Not literally). Hmmmmm....Let's see...The Van was never in my name, it was in my parent's name. Now that the inspection sticker is expired, they refuse to let me drive it and neither I or they have the money to pay for another windshield which has to be done in order to get a clean inspection. Furthermore, my dad is selling the Van to my brother. So, I will be without a vehicle. I fucked up by taking my sweet time and not getting a job when I should've. That Van was pretty much my way to stay sane by getting out and doing other things. Now, I am left with very little else to do but go crazy or....find somewhere to sleep on the streets. There has to be a decision here...and I have to make it. I don't know...Lately and for a long time I've been roaming my life feeling sluggish, like a zombie. Most people would tell me "get some excersize, find something to do" blah blah. I've heard it all before and I don't want to hear it anymore. Last night I was meditating. The first time in a long time I could actually raise my energy level as much as I did, but it wasn't the strongest that it's ever been. It was cool, nonetheless....as I've told others before, I don't know what it's for, I just know it's there. I, personally, have never actually done anything with it. I've just felt it. I guess I haven't "excersized" it enough. I'm going to the Docter Monday to get my perscription for Xennex refilled. Yay for anxiety attacks. Current Mood: confused Current Music: Type O Negative - Gimmie That (Comment on this)
Sunday, August 21st, 2005
9:53 pm	Some of the time I would start out with a random shape. Usually, I would close my eyes and just draw a sporadic pattern that starts from one end and ends simular to a circle. Then I would look inside the shape and draw whatever I saw. Current Mood: blah (Comment on this)
9:51 pm	Abstract Thought 1 This one kind of goes all over the place. Though I've quit smoking weed, I was "highly" stoned when I drew all except the "Sunburned" and the "Back From The Grave" one. (Comment on this)
9:48 pm	Abstract Thought 2 You have to have an investigative eye for this one. Can you see the old lady? And the back of the cat's head? (Comment on this)