It's here and it's wonderful.
Upcoming unfortunate purchases:
Calibration CD (next Tuesday)
Apocalypse CD (sometime in February)
Bedlam USB (sometime in February)
Bedlam vinyl (end of February, upon release)
Calibration vinyl (end of February, upon release)
Calibration 7" singles (whenever the fuck they come, they'll have my attention)
double edit, two weeks later: back releases I'm missing:
Shadows Collide With People vinyl 2LP
The Will to Death vinyl
Inside of Emptiness vinyl
Curtains vinyl
Megaton Shotblast! CD
Scabdates vinyl 2LP
A Manual Dexterity: Soundtrack Volume One vinyl
Omar Rodriguez-Lopez Quintet - Self-titled CD
Omar Rodriguez-Lopez & Lydia Lunch EP vinyl & CD
Apparently The Bedlam in Goliath USB release is out of print already. I never bought one. Wonderful.
edit: Also, I wouldn't mind one day owning the Best Buy version of Incubus' DVD, Look Alive... saw it in the store, checked online that night, and sure enough they are still selling them. So glad this isn't gone already... I'll be selling my current DVD version to Tony, and then I'll purchase the DVD/CD pack at some point in time. Ohh yes.
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Sunday, January 20, 2008
WOW
Blogspot is such a piece of trash. Horrible Posting template, really. This seriously is bullshit. So I'm done trying to post photos with it. Check my Facebook for photographs. Right now.
Monday, January 14, 2008
Shape of Dune
The volume of that utterance
For he who laughs last
Has no seniority in the matter
When heard by no one
A stark and cluttered time
A heart defacing mines
Secludes a sea rink to breach
Open log outings from the furthest attempt
The pinch of the few left nothing
Sidestepping the pit-patterings of recent urban oft-kept offerings
Malnourished by the rampant misfires of sword at state
Too in tune to keep the hush calamity profane secret
Much the patient nine and again leaps no boundaries
For only the servitude left unscathed
Breathes the imminence of what's left to come
These breed suggestions for the not-withstanding:
We are in the moment and inherently taste the breathalyser
Unknown by the skank flourishes, the true test to key is in apparent position
Ready or not for the fall of oaks and wasp of willows
He drips red onto wasp and lets seek the deafening serpentine
Opaque and orange nights collide in remembrance of these
And in other stones of quarry, the leap would appear to carry forward the safe taxation of truancy
I alone help the fallen beckoning of high rise and deepening plow of malfunction
Times appear to me as the wrapping of foul wake and close hours
Yours believe to have seen what cannot be replaced by loss leaf stone
Your ornament of moss influence and burdened cheap fix carried the bay forward
The reality of such is as tangible to the predecessor as the map laid out was meant to be believed
I just chose to dig a bit deeper on a bright afternoon in the hay-drenched accumulation of stain-wrecked spouting and piss poor pouting from the peppercorn underbelly of the llama lost beach
Succumb not to this illusion.
These trials for Nauntzwalt beg further for inclusion
No pride in this attempt.
Not one not-withstanding
For he who laughs last
Has no seniority in the matter
When heard by no one
A stark and cluttered time
A heart defacing mines
Secludes a sea rink to breach
Open log outings from the furthest attempt
The pinch of the few left nothing
Sidestepping the pit-patterings of recent urban oft-kept offerings
Malnourished by the rampant misfires of sword at state
Too in tune to keep the hush calamity profane secret
Much the patient nine and again leaps no boundaries
For only the servitude left unscathed
Breathes the imminence of what's left to come
These breed suggestions for the not-withstanding:
We are in the moment and inherently taste the breathalyser
Unknown by the skank flourishes, the true test to key is in apparent position
Ready or not for the fall of oaks and wasp of willows
He drips red onto wasp and lets seek the deafening serpentine
Opaque and orange nights collide in remembrance of these
And in other stones of quarry, the leap would appear to carry forward the safe taxation of truancy
I alone help the fallen beckoning of high rise and deepening plow of malfunction
Times appear to me as the wrapping of foul wake and close hours
Yours believe to have seen what cannot be replaced by loss leaf stone
Your ornament of moss influence and burdened cheap fix carried the bay forward
The reality of such is as tangible to the predecessor as the map laid out was meant to be believed
I just chose to dig a bit deeper on a bright afternoon in the hay-drenched accumulation of stain-wrecked spouting and piss poor pouting from the peppercorn underbelly of the llama lost beach
Succumb not to this illusion.
These trials for Nauntzwalt beg further for inclusion
No pride in this attempt.
Not one not-withstanding
Monday, January 7, 2008
Stained walks crutch in hobbled sway
Working both jobs today. Probably the same deal again on Saturday. Just found out the car will cost approx. $180 for repair. Cash for textbooks? Nowhere in sight.
Tonight will involve Jamora and Unechop.
Damn, today has been lame. Royally fucked over the deli orders with my uncle, creating 2 void checks and 1 mistake... causing disapproval from the nice ol' lady that works there. Found out that approximately 2.5 of my professors are absolute trash. This is not kind promise. The cat is currently yelling at me for food.
A certain couple quit Arby's last night. Very sudden, but not really surprising. Benner is slagging hours left and right anyway, so I managed to pick up 11:30 -2 this weekend. Then I'm off until Sunday the 20th. Missing the 9 am "requested and required" meeting on the 19th due to Mars Volta festivities. Going to be picking up an asspile of hours at Olive Garden, however.
March 15 - 23: Fonville family trip to New Orleans. Would be wild to seek out Beersy while there. $200 Airtran voucher surely comes in handy.
Now, about those professors...
Earache My Eye

This tastes like now! It tastes like right now!
Ah, all I ask for from 2008 is slight stability of mind. Some sense of direction and secured ambition. See, lately I've been having landmark phrases of my timeline come streaming into the consciousness-- I ask why. Though it's very apparent... I must not succumb to my own malfunctions, but rise above. Understanding that the tick-tock waits for no one is key in awakening. Sometimes the boxcar is only half-full, I imagine.
I just had a tremendous two-week enjoyment that overrides those past 3 months of inner turmoil. Revitalized. The Mars Volta will be opening up the floodgates on the east coast once more... only 9 days remain. I am so much in need of such fervor.
I am an assclown. My woman is sweet rapture.
As always, I am privileged to have recently spent time with the Tonic Engine as well.



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