There's nothing you can do but jump on yourself and
destroy the things that are coming your way....
I used to write like this all the time but the systems distracted me from my sadness until it was
\cheesified into a dorito like substance unworthy of any likeable quantities...
what the helllllk
does it mean to be a Mr. in this world of demonic "celebrations."
It means to underly the missing destructions and create your own subversive deathmatch.
Strike it and the whole machine will burst into flames
delightful and delighting to those children still watching
menacing and infuriating to those who remain old.
How does one approach such a listless menace.
How can we defy all odds in the face of giants that won't be destroyed by your pride?
There is One.
Well, the CD release show is coming up soon. Already got some new material, but gonna take it easy for a bit and try to play out live as much as possible.
Hope to see everyone out at RIVERST. Also, if you haven't yet, please "like" the facebook page (even thought I kinda hate facebook--it's just a tool that's all). Have you guys seen that now you can pay to get people to see your posts? ..pretty gross. Anyways.
I'm very excited about the new album and really excited about the new songs I've been writing. be looking for another album in about a half a year. I'm hoping to get a solid band together at some point for my music...so if any of you are interested in that...get at me!
Well, turds in a bucket, I guess that's about it.
Look me up man!
Had a good time playing out at Capotast again. My Japanese is improving and I got plenty of practice. :)
Also, there were some great Americana/Standards/Bluegrass bands out. Good times.
My time is dying in front of me like a stretched out corpse of a million maggots, while my eyes rot as I look at you, tooo hyper-conscious to do myself any good...
Sometimes I fantasize about smashing my head into the cold, hard pavement or concrete, so all this bullshit will come splattering out.
Decompression. The disgusting revelations of this fantastic finality of freedom--without these mistaken complexions or self-righteous destructions.
Just confessions from the mouths of dissident thieves, whom, having given up on "freedom," are finally freed...
Well, where we gonna end up?
All of us dead to escape?
It's just gonna be a bunch more blood, and guts, and brains on the ground. Just like these fights and wars, and even domestic quarrels leading seeming eternally, perpetually, to more and more and more. How can violence and even self-hatred engendereth anything but strife? More and more and more...
Some good news is what we need man, said my friend from the spider's webs.
Good news is what we need.
Well....save your skulls and love your brothers, cause the Blood's been spilled. So rest and relax. Run into the streets of this world, and
Vomit up their poison diet of cold, sequential facts right back into their faces....and wake up to this Blamelessness that is yours in Christ, and this is not of yourself, and your stupid pony tricks that no one believes anyway. So before you get too happy go kiss yourself in the mirror and see how disgusted you feel.
And it's all been done for us.
Lord, I believe. Help thou mine unbelief.
I was invited to play at Capotast for this year's Niigata Jazz Street Festival.
Jazz Street is one of my favorite things about Niigata, and I'm so stoked to be playing there.
You can find the show info on the upcoming shows calendar.
Had a great time doing a radio interview on Niigata's FM Kento with SWAMP.
You can check out his blog here: