Splattered on the bathroom floor

About Me

A little bit of evil, a dab of the absurd, a sprinkle of love with a dash of hope. Sometimes we reach for the sky and sometimes we find the keys to our dreams in the gutter when we least expect it. We destroy, we create, we like deviate from the path and we love to talk to ourselves in the night when nobody is listening. We are full of hope and we are forever depressed. Like a speedy snail, we are going nowhere fast and thatâ€™s just the way we like it. We despise the people we love and we love the people we despise and we observe you all like wild animals in the jungle and write stories and songs about you too. We are the people you never see yet see everyday in your mirror while squeezing that festering boil on your cheek. We donâ€™t like fixed ideas, we donâ€™t like fundamentalism, we like to flow, we like to grow we like to stay exactly the way we are and we are always changing. We are independently dependent on interesting things such as you!

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Member Since: 3/12/2005
Band Members: Rene - guitar Hannes - drumms Thomas - vocals and other weird instruments and toys as such Casey - bass
Influences: Too many too lazy to list. If you like our tuna then you'll know who they are!

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Sounds Like: Psychellic blues, the hard core folklore, totall chaos, dreams and a bunch of rabid space monkies trying to get along in the cold, cold world?
Type of Label: None

My Blog

tipps on making the best tuna and eggplant omlet ever!

Sitting here in the smoky confines of my room. I'm thinking about people I know, people who love me, life and my cup of coffee. I'm sitting here thinking - sorry world, I'm thinking - sorry God. I'm ...
Posted by Splattered on the bathroom floor on Mon, 05 Nov 2007 12:04:00 PST

warm fuzzy feelings of happiness and love

In the waiting room there are lots and lots of people. They try to keep to themselves and mind their own business but I don't let them sit there all quiet like. I'll do things like hide behind one of...
Posted by Splattered on the bathroom floor on Thu, 30 Aug 2007 10:57:00 PST

there are creatures living in our walls!

Yesterday my woman and I went to the movies. We were early and so we decided to grub a couple of cheeseburgers and hang out a little bit. I was looking at this group of girls, yeah a couple were cute...
Posted by Splattered on the bathroom floor on Sun, 05 Aug 2007 11:37:00 PST

groovylalatime?

Sitting here, listening to Can and being a stoner. Is there anything better to do on a Sunday afternoon? Vacation is more or less over and tomorrow it's back to reality. I miss some...
Posted by Splattered on the bathroom floor on Sun, 22 Jul 2007 10:55:00 PST

a bullet for your dreams part 6

As we lay here on our boil plagued backs melting our brains on gravy train happy sauce we ask the Great Scabby Maggot Choad with butterfly wings why we have to murder our favorite friends all the tim...
Posted by Splattered on the bathroom floor on Mon, 16 Jul 2007 12:05:00 PST

chain smoking cigarettes in the summertime

The song sits all sticky like on the tips of my fingers afraid of letting go and all I want is to just let go. Yet I keep holding on to something I can't quite figure out. I want to type. I want to p...
Posted by Splattered on the bathroom floor on Mon, 16 Jul 2007 12:48:00 PST

Flesh and bone

I got an email from my dear sweet mom last night telling me to look up my cousin in the Modesto Bee. My cousin and I didn't really grow up together but we did spend quite a bit of time with one anoth...
Posted by Splattered on the bathroom floor on Sun, 15 Jul 2007 03:13:00 PST

A head full dread, a heart full of desire

I stand in front of the mirror. I dig my dirty, tabacco stained fingernails into my shoulder and little tricklets of blood seep out from underneath as I start to tear my skin l...
Posted by Splattered on the bathroom floor on Sat, 14 Jul 2007 01:41:00 PST

finding a roach is like gold sometimes

It's Sunday. The normal Sunday ritual as such is that I get up, fix coffee, feed the cats, poor coffee, smoke cigarettes, drink coffee and fart around on the computer typing emails, play guitar and t...
Posted by Splattered on the bathroom floor on Sun, 24 Jun 2007 01:44:00 PST

A miracle destined to burn part 72 and a 3rd

They are watching me again. A couple of hours ago there were some people at the door looking for their lost cat. The picture looked just like the one I found two days ago and is l...
Posted by Splattered on the bathroom floor on Mon, 18 Jun 2007 12:47:00 PST