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Grandmaster Van

About Me

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I'm a bubble in a sound wave, a sonic push for energy. Exploding like the sun, a flash of clean light hope. All you scientists can hold your breath. Shall I decide to show myself?If you think like thomas edison could you invent a world for me? Now all that's on the surface are bloody arms and oil fields. Could I turn this place upside down and shake you and your fossils out?Should I come outside and run your cars? Should I run your rockets to the stars?Take me to the source of chaos let me be the butterfly. Imperfect symmetry has underlying poetry and rhyme.You can't predict everything with newton like certainty, why? 'Cause it floats around all we see with oscillating energy on high. And you soothe yourself with a sound you know. You tune out the hypnotic dance, Perfect hexagon of the honeycomb. And you soothe yourself with the shapes you know.Your word for me is fusion, but is real change an illusion? Could I turn this place all upside down and shake you and your fossils out? If I'm to run the future, you've got to let the old world go. Could you invent a world for me? I need to hear a symphony.
My name is Van, I'm a lesser known character. I'm softer than my face would suggest.I go to SFSU. Two things that keep me sane: soccer and music. I love my brother Ant, he's like my best friend. MySpace too vague? well you're welcome to ask questions...A.I.M- vanrabbing

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Someone who can do the deceptacon dance for me by heart.
Rainbow Warriors. Gender Fucks

There's a place in this world where people like me are found by people like you. So find a place as this, forever divine

Leave me love...

My Blog

The heart wants to explode, far away, where nobody knows

I want to walk into the ocean until I'm fully submerged in its blue and just let myself sink into its embrace. At the bottom it will be calm. Peaceful. My mind clear in the light of the sun's intrusiv...
Posted by on Mon, 21 Dec 2009 15:05:00 GMT

The most sense I've made in months.

Is it the unattainable?Fuck, this is a flood. This is what it feels like. ...Everything to me.Somber and unrequited. Lost in passion. Silence.I've got it. And if it scares me, then I'm doing it right.
Posted by on Mon, 23 Nov 2009 00:11:00 GMT

Somewhere Under Neon Colored Rainbows...

Is Where You'll Find me. (give or take)Oct 17- Monsters Of Folk @ Fox TheaterOct 17- Treasure Island Music Festival day 1: MGMT, Girl Talk, MSTRKRFT, Brazillian Girls, The Streets, Dan Deacon, Passion...
Posted by on Tue, 13 Oct 2009 12:51:00 GMT

The Ride

I just wrote this about two minutes ago. I'm also upset by the fact that the "what you're listening to" option hasn't worked for months. So for the record it's Regina Spektor's latest album Far.The Ri...
Posted by on Mon, 28 Sep 2009 22:02:00 GMT

The scraping subject, ruled by fear, told me whiskey works better than beer.

And I could feel the warmth of pain oscillating on my cheek. State of stun. She tries reeling. I understand just then, emotion, love, exceeds beyond our capacity to stand it. She doesn't mean it. She ...
Posted by on Wed, 09 Sep 2009 16:23:00 GMT

XX Tonight I can Write...

I was reminded about this poem by Pablo Neruda today and thought I would share it here with you. I had forgotten how much I love his work and welcome the inspiring distraction from my own writing. So ...
Posted by on Fri, 28 Aug 2009 00:53:00 GMT

Dear You,

Gone are the days that starry night skies, city lights, and the surface glow of a lake remind me of you.Love you always,Van
Posted by on Tue, 25 Aug 2009 00:10:00 GMT

There was no snake oil cure for unlucky in love

Ouch...I never did anything to you, to treat me the way you do. I give up though. I'll make no further effort and no words will come from me. I guess it's time to start writing again. In my mind there...
Posted by on Mon, 09 Mar 2009 22:21:00 GMT

Tell me, do you really think you go to hell for having loved?

"So what I lied, I lied to me too"...You know I can't give up writing, in any form. I was out on a wave of pessimism the last few months, but I'm back with a little help from SK. She's got a love of l...
Posted by on Mon, 20 Oct 2008 23:05:00 GMT

How many broken dreams and hours wasted

Is writing here a huge waste of time and completely pointless? Feels like it, that's why I'm not writing here anymore. I'm pretty sure no one even knows what I'm talking about half the time....
Posted by on Fri, 15 Aug 2008 02:32:00 GMT