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About Me

d.smith was formed in 1969 in his mom's womb and blah blah blah blah blah. he grew up listening to (insert famous influential bands here) and started playing bass guitar at the age of 15, which is totally arbitrary and meaningless. after spending however many years playing, recording, and touring with a band signed to (insert shite indie record label here), he would end up playing bass for a washed up junkie chick who would eventually help him realize that the music industry is almost entirely made up of desperate people who have such a low sense of self-esteem that they constantly crave the attention and adoration of complete strangers.
(which, when you think about it, is pretty goddamn pathetic.)
later on, he would also come to the realization that the music business has very little to do with actually making or playing music and would decide to retire from public life altogether and concentrate exclusively on recording, which has everything to do with music.
as for personal philosophies, he thinks that speaking in third person is completely pretentious and gay and a good sign that one's head has been permanently misplaced within one's rectal passage.
also, he obviously thinks that name-dropping is pretty pathetic too.
oh but enough about me...
so here's all my artsy fartsy crap. if you like it, thanks. if you don't, it's not like i charged you anything so go bitch to someone who cares. between music, lyrics, and paintings, there's crap posted here to kill plenty of time. and really, what else is there? there's also that stupid ass snocap thing if you want to support my drinking problem and buy something.
if not, no big deal cos it's a rare occasion when i'm out of whiskey anyway.
love always (& mouthways),
d.

My Interests

Music:

Member Since: 10/4/2005
Band Members:

words of wisdom, lloyd.

words of wisdom.

i offer you nothing and want nothing in return. fair trade. i'll offer no help, no hope, only bitter brutal truths. and still you'll come around with arms unfolded and hands out. like a stray kitten waiting to be kicked. and i guess we all like getting kicked around sometimes. so i obligue. though it doesn't mean i love you any less.

Influences: jameson, tullamore dew, jack daniels, guinness, don julio, corona, marlboro reds, vicodin, aspirin, ambien, trojans, KY, coffee, meth, sex with minors
Sounds Like: the proverbial inner-child being flogged behind the woodshed
Record Label: geffen
Type of Label: Major

My Blog

pathetic

searched so long for someone, for something untruebut i guess i finally found myself when i lost yousometimes the same face looks so damn strange25yrs and my how you've changedlet myself believe in su...
Posted by on Sat, 16 May 2009 15:55:00 GMT

everythings fine

a forest to a flamefeign to guess your ageyour nameyour waveso easy to recall feeling helplessfelling smaller than a single drop of rainin your oceanthe tides keep washing you awayhey, that's a funny ...
Posted by on Fri, 15 May 2009 07:24:00 GMT

kITTY

little kitty, pretty kitty, shitty in the litter boxitty bitty tiny kitty, fitty in a little sockme love youdirty kitty, scratchy itchy, fleasy crawling on my cockbitchy kitty, hissy kitty, smashy you...
Posted by on Sat, 21 Mar 2009 08:10:00 GMT

cARL sAGAN iS dEAD

carl sagan is deadand the cosmos sucksthe universe is stupidso you can all go get fuckedcarl sagan is deadcarl sagan is deadand no one gives a shitabout boring constellationsor the goddamn planetscarl...
Posted by on Mon, 16 Mar 2009 17:59:00 GMT

mILLIONS (aND mILLIONS aND mILLIONS aND mILLIONS aND mILLIONS aND mILLIONS)

wish i was a million miles awayi might have had a million things to sayif i had a million for each mistakei would have millions (and millions and millions and millions and millions and millions)i thou...
Posted by on Mon, 16 Mar 2009 17:49:00 GMT

tHE cONCEPTUAL hEALING

she said she can't quite recall feeling much of anything at alli said sometimes i feel too much and lately i just feel so smallshe said she's not quite at the end and lately all she feels is spenti to...
Posted by on Mon, 16 Mar 2009 17:42:00 GMT

tHE eND )eNDING, nOT bEGINNIG(

this is the end of everything when everything becomes nothingway past the point in the beginning when things started suckingnow every day is just a new day and today is gonethis is the end of ever...
Posted by on Mon, 16 Mar 2009 17:19:00 GMT

17 is a wasteland

everything we arefabrication and facadéeverything we believepedantic and pedestrianwell are you waiting to beginor are you waiting for the endthis is not a false alarma falling starit's a diseasea rot...
Posted by on Wed, 07 Jan 2009 08:53:00 GMT