The Torch

We must abolish a twisted history
There's too much done and not nearly enough achieved
Through broken, stiffened arrows, the aroma of meek severed teeth
Bound in clench fist and predestined remembrance
Better clear those cobwebs from your throat
And revive yourself in cough
When choking is the only sure shot
Into redemption
The typewriter marks an anniversary of sorts
Of a rift in guided time, stark contrast of a world both unseen
And in our deepest, cluttered ideals
The worst of two alleviate the stench of you
What a crime left unbuttered
Serving better the toast of betrayal
Than my assist in another grievance
Keen as in my passage made west
No dead-end roads narrow scare me away
To arise the fallen sympathy
Boxcar in open fashion
Drape the hooligan thereafter

Unsettled at the Seams

Burst in an implosion
Birth not yet in knowing
A gnarly little dirt path
All grievances mistaken for lessen known pavilions
A marvelous chest to feed
A driven, syllicable narrative
Aprons and shelves united
Derivative sounds of a foreign smell
The references names of eviction:
Emancipation and evasion
'Obvious' sounds good in a bar
With hardened acoustics and heightened sense of impairment
Car bombs exiting the cylindrical shaft of rebellion
Causing a rift in the scene of triumphs use of spleens
"And true love waits"

Scottie Lynn

And I am not yet satisfied
Not by the unsurprising dissolution of our welcomed stay
More intimately the quest of resolve that I alone shoveled
into blackness, the deepest ditch available for any transit
I scorched my own knuckles, held under the sky too long
If fear, able to give birth, spawned this course of action
Allow me to place motion in rotation
Courteously propelling a common find
Give me no hollow words, and don't promise to meet me halfway in shallow murky rivers
Because you've already proven you can't swim
And now you dare cast your own story, devoid of artistic relativity
When did you feel so solemnly close?
Those moments I shared sleeping breath with you, I wanted to grab hold of the artificial landscape and slap my goddamn hand across its willfully tormented grounds, uprooted and erected by my own indulgences
Yet I did in fact claim it then
Many mistakes invite a seasonal change
Few who resonate to duty offer proverbial mange
Though i felt for myself, born to do so, it was no unaccomplished deed
I attested a greater hope in vicinity of our contradicting tasks
You misled me for a reason
I ate up the time line of an extended interlude
And I continually nailed my own coffin shut
Please forgive me.
I ask for your time
To simply take mine

Crippled Juggernauts

I made purchases. $85 worth. And this is all before Absence is even on pre-sale.

11spot (formerly GSL shop):
Omar A. Rodriguez-Lopez - A Manual Dexterity: Soundtrack Volume One 2LP
The Mars Volta - Scabdates 2LP
The Jai-Alai Savant - Flight of the Bass Delegate LP

musictoday:
John Butler Trio - Live at Federation Square DVD (NTSC version)



Another round of Ikey albums, it seems. But seriously Infrasonic, bring on the Absence.

Oh, and I am so buying the self-titled Saul Williams album and some book by Chomsky.

Trappist

Okay, so they've masturbated while high again.
The noon roll high at dice
It may be 3 pm, but it's still wake 'n' bake
When your toenails match the color purple
In these, company of frogs, we find the bothersome plague
Why is it!? Always seems we do not retain the most crucial steps
Only the broken way to planetary glover
Whispering against the wind
We have two dozen seeds!
To plant the soil against
Open airway seas
A plot taken thick, immense
Journeys into the holistic view of a penchant slew
Defy my outer region
As your interval season
In the bleakest reason
We find logic abandoned
And emotion at the helm of all measure
The strings cost the ropes attached

Revealed

What does it all mean?
Maybe you'll awaken tomorrow and see
I slept the fortune away
We kept the pageants in fruition for another day
In this slide, I found the dial to be exact
And in my own grievance, I missed the opportune tact
Disgruntled by the obedience of every missing fire
And soon enough the warring jets will tune into desire
By the raving of the breasted hawk
The moments of deception
Lead more closely to, a void of you, in depths of weakened tire
Yet I saw past the nearest to the door, to your face
You step and summon yourself to my immediate attention
Blaming the yellow heat of woven gristles
Though you see the same as all of us
You're not the goddess you were
In bathroom stalls, of less than privileged halls
Our hands clasped in eternal forgiveness
A dusk so solemnly divided by the hopes
Your father laid onto us, the broom forced us into the shrubbery
I daintily questioned the flock, I bring back the simple extraction I bought
What most belonged to the fellow misfit, and in this:
You never were-- these tasks are not at our hands
Though you ask me so subtlely, "are you not going to say hi to me?"
Knowing well, I peered first and foremost
The ever-lasting dart of true iridescence
You hone the target to the truth, but forget which landmark the birds of prey detest
Will there be a moment of glistening glory?
Whether with you or the next hybrid of spoken mishap
There is nothing to deny
You always loved men.
You told us so suddenly, when you left home.
Your home is your tradition, your traditions your value, your values your ineptitude
Your glory your own
I hold nothing in place so common as to mistake the calm land as the air breeze
While vapor escapes the vault
Nurture reveals its treason

Tapestry

If I choose to drop a single, rectifying tear onto the typewriter, to cleanse the dampening of the blood shed
Is any privilege of the capacity left unabridged?
To see this, is to understand the centerpiece
Burn all my altruisms in the steep decline of society
What matters more is the rendition yet to come
Of warrior women whose wombs we are to fill
And the decency by which the flow knows no name

Futures

Will the world see proper tours from all in 2009? Led Zeppelin, Jane's Addiction, Portishead, PJ Harvey, Fleetwood Mac, John Frusciante, Gorillaz....

Keep 'em comin'



In a few days I will be ordering the following ORL vinyls:

A Manual Dexterity: Soundtrack Volume One 2LP
Calibration (Is Pushing Luck and Key Too Far) 2LP
Omar Rodriguez-Lopez & Jeremy Michael Ward
Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fungus

This will bring me up to 9 of 10. Forget about Lydia Lunch for now :)
There's actually too many things I'm contemplating buying right now...

Morningside Beauty Bliss

It is our prime domestic violation when there is no consideration for the legacy built
Dirt on pile was founded, clearly gobbled up by the mystery, our next best foe
Greatest only to none, doubt the holy favorite and risk losing a new key
The firmament wasn't thought into existence as quickly as our native reflex deserves
I got one my pilgrim inside the shelter before the quarantined transition could begin
This is when it all lost focus, snagged the velcro and found deficiency
You might tell yourself otherwise in order to help sleep come
Though it only drags out the hurt in the upcoming punish realm
A fury sank forsaken unsung in a quilted hero of sea charm
Why would this be happening without us?

Pineapple Expression

What are we doing with our lives?


Ho, boy, I'm still torn. Yeah, it's lame, I'm lame, this whole deal is laaaaame.

Just gotta enjoy the life, though. Scottie joined Daniel and I at the theater tonight. We laughed our asses off. It was thoroughly pleasant.

Ha, I'm pleasant, also. That's why they hate me, fool.

Omens of a Cruel Storm

The Night of Broken Glass lies buried atop the platform in the museum.
Hands clasped in steady retribution, to grow a surface to the blades

DC LP

Today I'm going to DC with Shelbs.

There are people driving around the loop outside with their music playing loudly... the same fucks who probably dicked with my gas cap in my car.

I heard from Simon for the first time in at least 10 months. He's doing well.

JohnFrusciante.com is down. I can only take this as good news. I shall prepare for an announcement soon.

Hipster Salvage

Role reversal -- a lesson in forgiveness
You can't have the best of both worlds
Nor should anyone force a less divine taste in any intrinsics
Dine on the doormat and leave your scraps to the critters
If no other chose before you, I'd have an antler at your back
We always think we've seen it all


"I feel like feet are abused so much"
"Do you ever get that feeling that... your mind is just bored? I need some progress in some area..."
"Though other people bring me happiness, I'm intrinsically unhappy"
"If I'm a taken man, it'll be... not a feast"
"self-defeating chances"
Endings are killing me slow / I only ask for this / Emptiness replace my soul
These feelings weren't always pretend
In these times, the wind surpasses the tide
Dreams make up for your life




Today: Take car to garage, clean my room, help Greg with the aquarium, Arby's, Grandma's, hang with Tony and/or Jeff
Wednesday: Washington DC day trip with Shelbster, get-together at Steve's later on
Thursday: Olive Garden & Pineapple Express w/ Steve, Alex, Freddie, Adam, Jeff
Friday: Work 12-close, receive another wonderful paycheck
Saturday: Garage sale, Work 4-close
Sunday: Work 12-close
Monday: Work 4-close

we'recomingtogetyouwe'recomingtogetyou
hahaaa.. begonia


I cannot stop listening to Curtains plus all 3 Portishead records. Very excited for Absence and the Calibration vinyl in a few weeks. And here's to hoping that Frusciante X and the Jane's Box (A Cabinet of Curiosities) drop on the same day... because that would make my life. I'm going to buy Uh Huh Her and One Size Fits All very soon, probably when I pre-order Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fungus.

Let's get to planning 9/20, people. Make it happen, Miss Earle. And plan for an early birthday party, Mista Chris.

I'm gonna go start cleaning the room, actually. After I pay some bills. After I drink some beer. After I do this and that...

The Day My Wrist Broke

I keep forgetting that the horoscopes really are deserving of attention.
I need to ask someone about a certain something.
And opportunity can come in all sizes.
Ha, hottie-pants Scottie
Mystique is a hard swallowed pill
"new evidence is what we require in this world"
"a thousand flowers could bloom.." -- Don't let it die on the vine
All I ask
Portishead III is brilliant, and Freddie is one of the funniest people alive.

"Of Blood Blue Blisters"

Ink saturates and the verbs permeate
The lungs palpitate and the gravel permutes
In discrepancies we find virtue
In redemption we find savory sufficiency
In the heroics we find sanctuary
Yes, they are courageous
Filling the vault with the insides of walls