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About Me

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The World will expect what the World WIII EXPECT.
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Sacredness is held to be enhanced in proportion as
truth decreases and illusion increases, so that the highest
degree of illusion comes to be the highest degree of
sacredness.
Guy Debord -Society of the Spectacle
The victory of the autonomous economy must at the same time be its defeat. The forces which it has unleashed eliminate the economic necessity which was the immutable basis of earlier societies. When economic necessity is replaced by the necessity for boundless economic development, the satisfaction of primary human needs is replaced by an uninterrupted fabrication of pseudo-needs which are reduced to the single pseudo-need of maintaining the reign of the autonomous economy. The autonomous economy permanently breaks away from fundamental need to the extent that it emerges from the social unconscious which unknowingly depended on it. "All that is conscious wears out. What is unconscious remains unalterable. But once freed, does it not fall to ruins in turn?" (Freud).
Love Songs In Age
She kept her songs,
they kept so little space,
The covers pleased her:
One bleached from lying in a sunny place,
One marked in circles by a vase of water,
One mended, when a tidy fit had seized her,
And coloured, by her daughter -
So they had waited, till, in widowhood
She found them, looking for something else, and stood
Relearning how each frank submissive chord
Had ushered in
Word after sprawling hyphenated word,
And the unfailing sense of being young
Spread out like a spring-woken tree, wherein
That hidden freshness sung,
That certainty of time laid up in store
As when she played them first. But, even more,
The glare of that much-mentionned brilliance, love,
Broke out, to show
Its bright incipience sailing above,
Still promising to solve, and satisfy,
And set unchangeably in order. So
To pile them back, to cry,
Was hard, without lamely admitting how
It had not done so then, and could not now.
Philip Larkin

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Jaimes Holing, Siddhartha, Camus, Django Reinhardt, Benazir Bhutto, Ian Curtis, Richey Thomas, JhaKie Crider.

Entombed

My Blog

Then and Now

So I said you gave me the finger in grade schoolI'm sorry for any trouble that it put you throughI bet your parents screamed when they found the truthThey're quite the oppositeI haven't seen you in ye...
Posted by on Thu, 31 Jan 2008 20:17:00 GMT

The Face that Sends the Ships to End

To the sister pleaseValidate your eager wooden heartConspire to blister meFor not knowing how to play your partI forgotYou were freeTo move onInto the systems GreekTelling us of how we were beforePati...
Posted by on Thu, 31 Jan 2008 19:18:00 GMT

Is it an open thing?

Two lovers male first female second 2xSo it's the sameSingle salty tear rolling down the cheek of mortalityDesire to see in the flesh I'll leave some infallabilityBeyond the crowd the excuse I'll use....
Posted by on Sun, 13 Jan 2008 19:42:00 GMT

Slow times, EP, Old songs...

Things are slow for me right now...As I'm between something and something. I've been working on getting the final mixes of the Ep to print...It will be coming soon.There is a show on January 19th at ...
Posted by on Sun, 13 Jan 2008 19:32:00 GMT

Black Tape EP

These are the lyrics to the forthcoming Royal Buzz EP.We'll be recording it on the 27th-29th and it will be availablevery soon for a reasonable rate. Check out the myspace for ThE RoYaL BuZzThe Black...
Posted by on Sat, 22 Dec 2007 12:33:00 GMT

Belts of Leather, Belts of Rust

To the fertile crescent of the Ohio and Tennessee River valleys. And the beautiful forgotten inbetween.Mounting counter, the trains and pipes roarTo the sound that fills your head at nightClouds that...
Posted by on Sat, 22 Dec 2007 00:22:00 GMT

Go Toulouse!

This is for the teens rioting in the French Suburbs.Go Toulouse!It goes too soon to holsterWith a Molotov Cocktail cupholder  20 times and it turns us over and improvesGo Toulouse!And the Northwe...
Posted by on Thu, 29 Nov 2007 22:50:00 GMT

Refrain

Now I don't know if blood is the same as waterBut they know it's a lot to shoulderAnd I haven't ever seen your son's daughterThe load is fast on it's darkened past to see what it has taught her.A...
Posted by on Fri, 16 Nov 2007 02:33:00 GMT

Filling in the Moat

Saw for the solitary throatWaving goodbye and filling in the moat.The fleeting moment has already passed.But the pound of the fist will last...Proper stones lay waste to build the brook fire fast.Saw ...
Posted by on Sat, 10 Nov 2007 00:15:00 GMT

Arson Drive

We've all, everyone, sent our sons to Arson Drive.Where the fires quenched but the spirit's still alive.The gold turned on the endless drive..The blood spilt from the chainless heights...On Arson...
Posted by on Sun, 28 Oct 2007 16:25:00 GMT