new song "i can see yr neon spores" is up and for some reason it is getting a ’blog entry’ |
'it's some sort of club thinggo out and dancefeels good12:21 @ 137 bpmmono file because of MYSPACE FILE SIZE LIMITS MAKING THE SONGS SOUND BAD grrraagfh.tell your friendspost to your blogexplode a lit...
Posted by on Tue, 10 Jun 2008 19:48:00 GMT |
its no joke |
how do youhow do youhjow do youhow do you everything's been done? by who?by who? by me? or by someone else? what does that matter to me thenlet's ruin each other's livesplease ruin my lifei'd like so ...
Posted by on Sun, 13 Apr 2008 01:56:00 GMT |
short but serious blog about music, do not click |
herein i post aboutthe albums of 2007i am overwhelmedthis is the first year in a long while that the majority of the music i'm listening to is newthis year has brought really great albums from dalek, ...
Posted by on Sun, 23 Sep 2007 20:12:00 GMT |
So many colors in the rainbow... Which is the right one? |
I'm stuck.I have seven keys of seven colors: red, orange, yellow, blue, green, purple and black. And now I'm running very fast, and now I know I'm being followed and I know she's catching up, and now ...
Posted by on Mon, 26 Mar 2007 16:06:00 GMT |
everybody knows |
it isn't that it's that he's not thinking about what will happen, and it isn't that it's not that he cares, and it isn't that it's that he wants to create a problem for anybodyit's justwellit's that s...
Posted by on Sun, 13 Aug 2006 05:54:00 GMT |
Science Fiction Storytime |
This is a work of pure science fiction.Gesticulating wildly, Nipple burst from her soggy spacesuit and adhered herself to My arm. "Acorn Taurus Proto-Neo," she slurped, "I have a confession. It was me...
Posted by on Fri, 21 Jul 2006 22:21:00 GMT |
You Are My Canoe |
You Are My CanoeIf you could be any flavor of ice cream, which flavor would you be?It's August now and it's been getting dreadfully hot over the past four years. First, the temperature rose one degree...
Posted by on Thu, 20 Jul 2006 14:49:00 GMT |
Flummoxed Again |
Floating up the street, I notice that there is no water here among the cars and shops. Running, I find my legs are old and slow. Walking, I have no feet. I write poems, not poetry. In an instant, a fi...
Posted by on Tue, 18 Jul 2006 00:09:00 GMT |
CONCERNING THE NIGHTTIME NOISES (CLANGS, YELLS, ETC.) |
OUR SOUNDPROOFING HAS BEEN INFILTRATEDOFFICE SECURITY HAS ALWAYS BEEN A TOP PRIORITY HERE, AND THAT INCLUDES PROTECTION FROM INTRUDING PERSONS, OBJECTS, OR SOUNDS. LATELY, HOWEVER, WE HAVE RECEIVED RE...
Posted by on Mon, 03 Jul 2006 23:43:00 GMT |
WHEN, IN YOUR TRAVELS, YOU COME UPON A FORTRESS |
IT'S MADE OF STONE, OF COURSE, AND IT'S VERY LARGE AND UNWELCOMING; YOU TRY TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO BREACH THE WALLS NOT BECAUSE YOU WISH TO CONQUER OR DESTROY ANYBODY BUT SIMPLY BECAUSE YOU ARE COLD AND...
Posted by on Fri, 30 Jun 2006 23:31:00 GMT |
