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About Me


Get off here.
This stop is as good as any.
There are no wrong ways to go about it.
You can build a shoe shop
or write about stalagmites
or open an e-bay store
in the district of Colombia.
You can eat a hoagie or
watch women’s surfing.
You can cheat at blackjack or
go seal hunting up north.
You can be gay in the Sunset blvd. way
or gay in the Christmas carol way
so long as you’re happy.
That’s really the only barometer
to tell about which weather is better.
And if misery is your stop,
maybe its just the transfer train you are waiting for,
halfway between where you were
and where your happy ass will be going
when its time move.
You can blow bubble-gum bubbles or
chocolate-milk bubbles
or sexy-time bathtub bubbles
with your fiancé at a cozy bed and breakfast
somewhere in the heart of Sonoma California.
You can cook and eat cannellini beans
or throw tin cans at possums in the alley.
You can grow star jasmine in your windowsill planter,
or you watch M.A.S.H. re-runs and curse at your
neighbor’s Rotweiers for barking at helicopters.
You can re-invent the wheel
and then you can patent it
or give it away to help the
Mother Teresa Foundation
fight Malaria along the banks of the Ganges.
You can buy light-bulbs or
Satanic hentai porn online.
You can choke the chicken in the shower
or choke the chicken on the farm so you and
your 12 kids can eat after a day of toiling
in the cornfields where greedy crows
are pecking away at your fall harvest crop.
You can be a producer, seducer, seditionist,
petitioner, proctologist, psychologist,
ceramics teacher, tad-pole watcher,
Top-model contestant on Tyra Banks’s show,
or a blow dealer so long as you put your mind to it.
You can have integrity or scoff at people with integrity
You can be a tax attorney, gambler, politician,
con man, artist, or car salesman and really
are those so different from one another?
Everyone’s trying to get through the days
in whatever fashion behooves their character.
Everyone is simply trying to use their gifts
competitively and for the maximum advantage,
be it Mousselini, the milk man, or Pope John Paul.
Who can point a finger and say you did it wrong?
You can gavel smash and finger point,
you can complain, defame, and slander,
you can gander and pander and philander
you can drive a high-octane car and forget about politics
or you can take two dozen soma and end it all.
You can join the military or the peace-corps
or the LAPD the LAUSD and make enough money to get by.
You can become a beaurocrat,
a democrat,
a demon’s hat
a feline cat-sitter cleaning litter-boxes in the noonday sun.
You can make necklaces that you sell at Venice or
You can make necklaces that you sell at Tiffany’s in Beverly Hills.
You can own a shopping mall or
sleep in the dumpster behind it.
You can wave the flag or burn it
or use it as a tool to get elected
or to start a revolution
or to let the people know
that the revolution has ended.
You can do it all or choose
a completely different set of possibilities.
There are no rules.
You can and will live your life
somewhere along the spectrum
of decency and dick-hood.
And you can tip your waiter 3%
or
be
impatient
with
a
slow
pharmacist.
You can believe the world is full
of snakes, loafers, and opportunists.
You can believe the TV if it makes you feel safe.
Or you can study history books to try to get at the truth.
Or you can find the truth in the basketball hoop if that’s your flavor.
Or you can be a vintage alarm clock fixer if it brings you closer to God.
And what is it that everybody is wrestling with?
You can dig the Dao
or speculate science.
You can chase it like a Buddhist,
Hindu,
Christian,
Atheist,
Muslim,
you are still chasing the same answer,
with a slightly different verbiage,
with a slightly different set of map-quest directions.
Turns out it’s all the same.
We are one ridiculous ever-changing globule
and you and I and the Harlem globe trotters
and the Hare Krisna, and serial killers, and
Jewish mothers against drunk driving
and the-cock fighting trainers of Madagascar are all a part of it.
And outside of it is the one thing you can never be.
And recognize that every time you move your elbow
or shout, or praise, or curse, or kiss, or diss,
or knock down 200 acres of trees to build high rise condos,
or write a book, or teach someone to smoke, or start a company,
you are twisting the collidescope of possibilities
and answering the oldest question of all:
What kind of Universe are you going to be today?

My Interests

Music:

Member Since: 3/3/2005
Band Website: theatma.com
Band Members:

LoOkas Ventura- Pots n' Pans
The Oblivious Driver- mouth/guitar
Wade- Bass/pianos/guitar/ MANAGEMENT:
DAN NASH
JUST GREAT MANAGEMENT

Santa Monica

Influences:

Sounds Like: Pokemon Gangbang
Record Label: Unsigned
Type of Label: None

My Blog

So do we have enough shows, yet?

Hey friends!Lookas, here. I am just wrapping up the evening, and thought it’d be fun to post a blog here, since I rarely do.I’ve been booking the band a lot of shows lately, and it’s...
Posted by The ATMA on Wed, 02 Apr 2008 11:56:00 PST

NEW JANKS SONGS!!!!

go listen to em. -w
Posted by The ATMA on Mon, 10 Mar 2008 02:21:00 PST

Poem 6 (By The oblivious Driver)

Postpone everything!There are flaws in this momentyour equipment is substandardyou are not as healthy as you should bedon't show them anything till its ready till you're readyyou should eat or take a ...
Posted by The ATMA on Tue, 12 Feb 2008 12:58:00 PST

2 Tracks from Machetes of Gold!

Just put up 2 new tracks from our upcoming album Machetes of Gold. Hope you like. And thank you to everyone that's singing on Machetes! -wadeMurderOblivious driver- vox, guitarWade-Bass, lead guitar...
Posted by The ATMA on Tue, 22 Jan 2008 01:32:00 PST

Poem 3 (By The Oblivious Driver)

That's right Chuck,one very lucky girl sitting in very lucky seat 110has just won a trip to Cancun!And a new car when She gets there!And an unlimited buffet! And Itunes gift cards and aSaks fifth ave...
Posted by The ATMA on Thu, 17 Jan 2008 02:14:00 PST

Poem 7 (By The Oblivious Driver)

And sometimes yourhead gets in a frezyand seventeen speciesof jungle animalsall squak and howland rip throughthe ferns of your sanity.And then no one is homelooking out the windowsthat are the eyes in...
Posted by The ATMA on Wed, 16 Jan 2008 02:06:00 PST

News, Views, and New Views on Shoes

So for those of you who may be out there wondering what is going on with that there machetes of gold record, when's it gonna be done and most importantly, when can we hear what it sounds like? Well th...
Posted by The ATMA on Mon, 31 Dec 2007 01:10:00 PST

A little change of pace...

    So it has occured to me, as of this last week, that there is a good shift of energy happening about The Atma camp. You know, getting back from Nashville, we've done our last few sho...
Posted by The ATMA on Wed, 12 Dec 2007 06:20:00 PST

The New Recordings!

So, we are back, and we've got some tunes tracked! Right now, alot of things are still up in the air, is it gonna be an E.P. or a full length album? Will we use all or some of the songs? We still hav...
Posted by The ATMA on Thu, 22 Nov 2007 12:20:00 PST

YEEHAWWW!!! WERE GOIN TO NASHVILLE!

So its official! November 10-17 The Atma will be in Nashville recording a new batch of songs initally for release as an EP. Among those tracks we will be busting are The Monkey, Kittens and Mittens, F...
Posted by The ATMA on Thu, 04 Oct 2007 06:30:00 PST