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Jesus and the Cherry Christ Crew

About Me

A lot of love, war and disease going around these days. We've left ourselves no other option than pleasure and political blind faith in the midst of mindless misery, mayhem and the destruction of mosques and sacred temples. Somewhere along the line, I died and reawakened to relive some old dreams anew, and revisit them with a heightened sensory apparatus and new technical means at my disposal, seeking a politicized paramnesic perception of places, people and things. What's left of the water will serve as cure for the hangovers we still have remaining, and what's left of the wine will be distributed to the poor and insane.While wandering upstream, we met wild architecture that flourished in the abandoned altitudes of the high desert plain. There, trees disguised as men provoked visions and imparted barely perceptible jokes and riddles in dreams. We answered back to Beings projected out of our minds into an imaginary cosmic order we had proposed for the sake of building more impersonal ties with our desacrilized world, replacing minutes and hours with meter and rhyme, marking time according to our aesthetic sense rather than reason. In a clearing, we dedicated a golden dildo to a god known as Joey Fingers, grand master of larceny. Through an ancient interpreter, he spoke these words: “Where once we rammed plastic into our asses, here sex will serve as substitute for solar power, so that the power we need for production shall be yoked to sex for reproduction sake. Love those who paralyze function with form, and subject utility to the prequisite of friendship, that you may die saturated with life.”

My Interests

Music:

Member Since: 02/03/2007
Band Website: myspace.com/theroyalgrommets
Band Members: Bizarro Jesus on guitars, and vocals.
Influences: Tron, lavender, ecstasy, pillow fights, oral sex, my environment-friendly detergent, Silvia Plath.
Sounds Like: Steam and wine in a bathhouse in Sydney, one warm summer evening in 1979. Crayons in colors you've seen only in dreams, ancient poetic conventions for insult that settled into iambic pentameter, oedipal comedies, eulogies to South Korean labor activitist/martyrs.
Record Label: Unsigned

My Blog

Brass Bound Buggery Box

..>   Commissioned in 1725 by Peter the Great, this superb box was a gift to the Danish sailor Vitus Bering before he set out on his historic voyage to prove that Siberia and America were no...
Posted by on Sun, 30 Dec 2007 18:38:00 GMT

Thirty

This culture has such a degraded conception of individual development when it comes to sex and almost everything else.  Rimbaud started the myth that if you're gonna be great, you have to arrive ...
Posted by on Sat, 22 Dec 2007 15:39:00 GMT

Stick to a plan

If folks had just stuck to the plan, we wouldn't be working this out, 4 o'clock in the morning with no hope ever figuring out who is responsible for faking a friendship and then taking the rest of the...
Posted by on Sat, 15 Sep 2007 07:33:00 GMT

Night in the Mineshaft

He seemed to be everywhere, looking at me, then away, then putting his hands in his pockets in the way that suggested touching his balls. Soon the cologne and caresses just clouded my judgment complet...
Posted by on Wed, 12 Sep 2007 11:24:00 GMT

Missed Connections

At some point, if you can't explain what you want 'cause it murders the mystery, then everything falls by the wayside, and dies stillborn on the ground. Nothing is too good to get over, unless you fe...
Posted by on Tue, 11 Sep 2007 08:37:00 GMT

Am I Gay Too, Henry?

You don't wake up one morning and suddenly become gay, acting out new impulses you've never experienced before on your buddy's beautiful mineshaft. That's not how it works. It's a slow, gnawing type...
Posted by on Sat, 08 Sep 2007 15:26:00 GMT

I knew a gay siren named Dubot

There must be a role for intuition in relationshps, when reckoning debts and debits no longer apply, and you simply strive to arrive at what feels right for everyone else at the party. Love is outsid...
Posted by on Sat, 08 Sep 2007 07:25:00 GMT

Male Strippers

Male strippers are always such a fucking disappointment. No one cares about the gay body ideal, which is not some huge-ass, balding tan guy with a speedo riding up his asshole. That's no one's body ...
Posted by on Thu, 06 Sep 2007 19:51:00 GMT

Girly Pants

The problem with women's pants is that there's no fucking pockets. They want you to buy accessories, and force you to wear a fucking purse on your arm. I may be gay, but I'm not a filthy transvestit...
Posted by on Thu, 06 Sep 2007 18:56:00 GMT

True Love

Love can be crappy sometimes. I try to be polite, I try to be understanding, and sometimes you just have to stepped on, and smacked around, and robbed and betrayed by the person you love. I don't mi...
Posted by on Thu, 06 Sep 2007 18:32:00 GMT