Friday, February 29, 2008
Thursday, February 28, 2008
i'm so dramatic
The toothbrush stood safe in the ceramic toothbrush holder. The toothbrush fell in the sink. The toothbrush rattled in the sink. The toothbrush stood safely in the ceramic holder.
The plan swelled up, BAM.
He played his single stringed instrument while three men drifted in front of him and talked over its wining. His artistic spirit deflated. The arriving train completely shut out his single stringed instrument. He packed his instrument in a bag and his stool on a cart and was paused before the doors as the train stopped.
Faces on the streets of life become categories. Smells hitch obediently to memory.
The poem I just typed swelled up, clicked, saved, BAM.
I'm so dramatic!
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Crystal Ball (scratch no. 2)
The world crystallized.
Trees in snow and roads of salt
Air breathed clean, as before our fault.
Curve a round the lake
Gliding as in an old car
across that clean plate
that stretches so far
Risk everything for it all
skate across that reservoir
at 90 mph in sky and ice
grin full of teeth rolling like dice.
The road ends with a red light.
Rocky tongues stop the barren white.
An old car can fly
if the drivers alive
and the world is
Crystallized.
Crystal Ball
The world crystallized.
Trees in snow and roads of salt
Air breathed clean, as before our fault.
Curve a round the lake
across that clean plate
that stretches so far
Risk everything for it all
skate across that reservoir
At 90 mph in sky and ice
grin wide full of teeth rolling like dice
The road ends with a red light.
Rocky tongues stop the barren white.
An old car can fly if the drivers alive
and the world is
Crystallized
Monday, February 25, 2008
Million Dollar Chance
I was watching TV and fucking around with sounds and shit...
...somehow what I created turned out to be a perfect YTMND, so I belive.
See For Yourself:
Million Dollar Chance on YTMND
...somehow what I created turned out to be a perfect YTMND, so I belive.
See For Yourself:
Million Dollar Chance on YTMND
Going to New York I
(feel free to add or submit your own Going to New York, label them consecutively by roman numeral)
normally i commute
for work
but today i have a party
that stems from work
therefore i can just
take my time
going to new york
for this party:
i read a bit of posts
i posted a bit of posts
i listened to Grizzly Bear's Knife, Techno Remix
this song goes with going to new york
it made my heart beat vociferously
the feeling was that new york was
sustaining my heart beat
this worried me
and made me feel
fake
i felt like i had
to be
either
in or out
im a little nervous
because im going to
new york for work
but not really to work
i feel like im
bad for the environment
barely sustainable
machines keep me alive
it is my day off
normally i commute
for work
but today i have a party
that stems from work
therefore i can just
take my time
going to new york
for this party:
i read a bit of posts
i posted a bit of posts
i listened to Grizzly Bear's Knife, Techno Remix
this song goes with going to new york
it made my heart beat vociferously
the feeling was that new york was
sustaining my heart beat
this worried me
and made me feel
fake
i felt like i had
to be
either
in or out
im a little nervous
because im going to
new york for work
but not really to work
i feel like im
bad for the environment
barely sustainable
machines keep me alive
it is my day off
That's The Sauce
Fresh marmalade from the local town faire.
Raspberry
Jams
Raspberry
Jams
...line the decorated tables strewn with American Flag
banners.
I want to be a part of it.
Not the town faire, but the decorations rather.
I want to be confetti...thrown about like syrup...
on SUNDAY morning pancakes.
Saturday, February 23, 2008
Sliver and Gould
City lights tear out my eyes in a rush
and consumes me like a cigarette.
Suck my soul, blow and go.
Sweep the streets with my weeping blue eye-brush
looking for a girl I've never met.
Suck my soul, blow and go.
Too much of me was never good for you
Too many I's burned you out.
Suck my soul, blow and go.
His Kidneys Were Small by Miles
Every night we’d smoke pot and drink beer until we were totally different. Sometimes we did this like five or six nights in a row, until smoking and drinking didn’t make us very different at all, just tired. Then, the only thing that made us any different from being tired was a few nights of sleep. Two days later we would be outside again smoking pot and drinking with our jackets on in the cold air.
Again, we did this a couple nights in a row. There were different people each night. Then, after three or four nights of this, my friend had only two beers, not enough to make him very different, different as usual, but he looked totally different. He said he felt totally different. I looked at my friend and said you don’t look very good. He said I don’t feel very good. My friend went to the hospital and the doctors told him his kidneys were different from what they should be. His kidneys were small.
We visited our friend in the hospital and the doctor came in the room. The doctor told him not to hang out with us anymore because we always drank and smoked. When they let him out of the hospital he had to be careful while he waited for different kidneys. Finally he got different kidneys. Now he treats his new kidneys differently by not drinking or smoking.
Our friend looks new. He works a lot. We don’t call him as much when we drink and smoke. We never call him when we drink and smoke. Most of the time, we frustrate him, breaking obligations, drinking and smoking while he can’t. He’d probably like to drink again. He is not the type of person to be very jealous. But I asked him if he cared about drinking and smoking anymore and he said he doesn’t.
This story is not about learning a moral lesson from a sad change. It is just what happened. To me he looks happy with different kidneys. So to find out what further happened I asked him by text message what things make him feel different. He said he was no longer talking to me. I asked why and he said because it was life’s destiny. I asked if he was talking to our other friend. He asked about what. I said about life’s destiny and also asked if I had done something wrong. Then he typed hahahahaha no and said he was just playing and also that he hasn't talked to our other friend about life’s destiny. And then I said that he probably shouldn’t because it would worry him. Then he typed damm that bad. Then I typed haha.
Again, we did this a couple nights in a row. There were different people each night. Then, after three or four nights of this, my friend had only two beers, not enough to make him very different, different as usual, but he looked totally different. He said he felt totally different. I looked at my friend and said you don’t look very good. He said I don’t feel very good. My friend went to the hospital and the doctors told him his kidneys were different from what they should be. His kidneys were small.
We visited our friend in the hospital and the doctor came in the room. The doctor told him not to hang out with us anymore because we always drank and smoked. When they let him out of the hospital he had to be careful while he waited for different kidneys. Finally he got different kidneys. Now he treats his new kidneys differently by not drinking or smoking.
Our friend looks new. He works a lot. We don’t call him as much when we drink and smoke. We never call him when we drink and smoke. Most of the time, we frustrate him, breaking obligations, drinking and smoking while he can’t. He’d probably like to drink again. He is not the type of person to be very jealous. But I asked him if he cared about drinking and smoking anymore and he said he doesn’t.
This story is not about learning a moral lesson from a sad change. It is just what happened. To me he looks happy with different kidneys. So to find out what further happened I asked him by text message what things make him feel different. He said he was no longer talking to me. I asked why and he said because it was life’s destiny. I asked if he was talking to our other friend. He asked about what. I said about life’s destiny and also asked if I had done something wrong. Then he typed hahahahaha no and said he was just playing and also that he hasn't talked to our other friend about life’s destiny. And then I said that he probably shouldn’t because it would worry him. Then he typed damm that bad. Then I typed haha.
Friday, February 22, 2008
A poem composed entirely by copying and pasting, with a little right-click, saving picture as
All material copied and pasted from what a wise person once said:
Hope is the thing with feathers
Men eat of it and die
With just the Door ajar
I could not see to see –
The Stillness in the Room
Had swept the Winter Street,
The Dews drew quivering and chill –
There's Grief of Want – and grief of Cold –
I wonder if They bore it long –
And then I heard them lift a Box
Between the light – and me –
That has so little Oil –
The Silence tied
Still fascinated to presume
And then a Plank in Reason, broke,
Because I could not stop for Death –
Hope is the thing with feathers
Men eat of it and die
With just the Door ajar
I could not see to see –
The Stillness in the Room
Had swept the Winter Street,
The Dews drew quivering and chill –
There's Grief of Want – and grief of Cold –
I wonder if They bore it long –
And then I heard them lift a Box
Between the light – and me –
That has so little Oil –
The Silence tied
Still fascinated to presume
And then a Plank in Reason, broke,
Because I could not stop for Death –
Zubaz thread about Perception by Bryan Byrne
Perception, By Bryan Byrne
by BryanByrne on Thu Feb 21, 2008 11:01 pm
For IF THERE IS HELL ILL SE's website http://thefarsidesorrygary.blogspot.com/
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Perception is how you see the world.
Your life is what you make it.
You alone are the key to reality, and no one else can take it.
Time is only an illusion, which causes pain and confusion.
Money is what most of us see as the only solution.
It causes such grief, it causes such pain.
People will slice your throat for a monetary gain.
Religion is only a tool to distract the masses, to blind you from the truth like opaque sun-glasses.
Politics is only rhetoric spoken by a priviledged few, who think they know this world better than you.
Unconditional love is the only thing which is true.
Everything else on this planet is disoriented and scewed.
What we have done to the earth will eventually take it's toll.
In the future this will all be about as coherent as a black hole.
But I am me, this is mine, and I am going to make this what I want.
Like a wise person once said
"Narcotics cannot still the tooth that nibbles at the soul".
Re: Perception, By Bryan Byrne
by losloseeboy on Thu Feb 21, 2008 11:09 pm
Sounds like a rap by Common.
Re: Perception, By Bryan Byrne
by IF THERE IS A HELL ILL SE on Fri Feb 22, 2008 12:20 am
common or not. it's up.
what's next? Zubazitry Slam!
WHAT'S NEXT!? WHAT'S NEXT!? WHAT'S NEXT!?
Re: Perception, By Bryan Byrne
by losloseeboy on Fri Feb 22, 2008 1:00 am
IF THERE IS A HELL ILL SE wrote:
common or not. it's up.
what's next? Zubazitry Slam!
WHAT'S NEXT!? WHAT'S NEXT!? WHAT'S NEXT!?
GOD HAS CUM ON THE PLANTS
TO GIVE LIFE TO SOME ANTS.
WE SHALL REJOICE AND DANCE!
Re: Perception, By Bryan Byrne
by BryanByrne on Fri Feb 22, 2008 1:28 am
hahaha
my next piece will be called Pumpkin seed milkshakes flooding cities and it will be for Ross himself
Re: Perception, By Bryan Byrne
by Jimbuktu on Fri Feb 22, 2008 5:08 am
IF THERE IS A HELL ILL SE wrote:
common or not. it's up.
what's next? Zubazitry Slam!
WHAT'S NEXT!? WHAT'S NEXT!? WHAT'S NEXT!?
YO, WHY IS THE SKY SO GREEN WHEN THE SUN IS SO BLUE?
WHY IS THE CHICKEN SO BROWN WHEN MY SON IS SO true?
Re: Perception, By Bryan Byrne
by MooMooEgg on Fri Feb 22, 2008 2:09 pm
losloseeboy wrote:
Sounds like a rap by Common.
sounds more like a cologne brand
by BryanByrne on Thu Feb 21, 2008 11:01 pm
For IF THERE IS HELL ILL SE's website http://thefarsidesorrygary.blogspot.com/
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Perception is how you see the world.
Your life is what you make it.
You alone are the key to reality, and no one else can take it.
Time is only an illusion, which causes pain and confusion.
Money is what most of us see as the only solution.
It causes such grief, it causes such pain.
People will slice your throat for a monetary gain.
Religion is only a tool to distract the masses, to blind you from the truth like opaque sun-glasses.
Politics is only rhetoric spoken by a priviledged few, who think they know this world better than you.
Unconditional love is the only thing which is true.
Everything else on this planet is disoriented and scewed.
What we have done to the earth will eventually take it's toll.
In the future this will all be about as coherent as a black hole.
But I am me, this is mine, and I am going to make this what I want.
Like a wise person once said
"Narcotics cannot still the tooth that nibbles at the soul".
Re: Perception, By Bryan Byrne
by losloseeboy on Thu Feb 21, 2008 11:09 pm
Sounds like a rap by Common.
Re: Perception, By Bryan Byrne
by IF THERE IS A HELL ILL SE on Fri Feb 22, 2008 12:20 am
common or not. it's up.
what's next? Zubazitry Slam!
WHAT'S NEXT!? WHAT'S NEXT!? WHAT'S NEXT!?
Re: Perception, By Bryan Byrne
by losloseeboy on Fri Feb 22, 2008 1:00 am
IF THERE IS A HELL ILL SE wrote:
common or not. it's up.
what's next? Zubazitry Slam!
WHAT'S NEXT!? WHAT'S NEXT!? WHAT'S NEXT!?
GOD HAS CUM ON THE PLANTS
TO GIVE LIFE TO SOME ANTS.
WE SHALL REJOICE AND DANCE!
Re: Perception, By Bryan Byrne
by BryanByrne on Fri Feb 22, 2008 1:28 am
hahaha
my next piece will be called Pumpkin seed milkshakes flooding cities and it will be for Ross himself
Re: Perception, By Bryan Byrne
by Jimbuktu on Fri Feb 22, 2008 5:08 am
IF THERE IS A HELL ILL SE wrote:
common or not. it's up.
what's next? Zubazitry Slam!
WHAT'S NEXT!? WHAT'S NEXT!? WHAT'S NEXT!?
YO, WHY IS THE SKY SO GREEN WHEN THE SUN IS SO BLUE?
WHY IS THE CHICKEN SO BROWN WHEN MY SON IS SO true?
Re: Perception, By Bryan Byrne
by MooMooEgg on Fri Feb 22, 2008 2:09 pm
losloseeboy wrote:
Sounds like a rap by Common.
sounds more like a cologne brand
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Perception Is How You See the World by Bryan Byrne
Perception is how you see the world.
Your life is what you make it.
You alone are the key to reality, and no one else can take it.
Time is only an illusion, which causes pain and confusion.
Money is what most of us see as the only solution.
It causes such grief, it causes such pain.
People will slice your throat for a monetary gain.
Religion is only a tool to distract the masses, to blind you from the truth like opaque sun-glasses.
Politics is only rhetoric spoken by a priviledged few, who think they know this world better than you.
Unconditional love is the only thing which is true.
Everything else on this planet is disoriented and scewed.
What we have done to the earth will eventually take it's toll.
In the future this will all be about as coherent as a black hole.
But I am me, this is mine, and I am going to make this what I want.
Like a wise person once said
"Narcotics cannot still the tooth that nibbles at the soul".
Your life is what you make it.
You alone are the key to reality, and no one else can take it.
Time is only an illusion, which causes pain and confusion.
Money is what most of us see as the only solution.
It causes such grief, it causes such pain.
People will slice your throat for a monetary gain.
Religion is only a tool to distract the masses, to blind you from the truth like opaque sun-glasses.
Politics is only rhetoric spoken by a priviledged few, who think they know this world better than you.
Unconditional love is the only thing which is true.
Everything else on this planet is disoriented and scewed.
What we have done to the earth will eventually take it's toll.
In the future this will all be about as coherent as a black hole.
But I am me, this is mine, and I am going to make this what I want.
Like a wise person once said
"Narcotics cannot still the tooth that nibbles at the soul".
Monday, February 18, 2008
Gary sees Jumper (#1 b/c everyone wants to fly)
High hung lights dim the theater into darkness and silences a light chatter. With the exception of some laughter in the back the place is dead. Alone, Gary immediately becomes suspicious of the laughter. He glares back at it in defense, but relents when the attractions start.
Gary Larson adjusts his glasses and gets comfortable in his seat. He slurps his soda, and emits a little gas.
He came to this movie hoping to see a plot with many colors and places, maybe some character development, a tragedy perhaps. It didn't matter. As long as the theme of a young jet-setting bank robber, living a life free of consequence was constant, then this was a winner for Gary. Great location shots glaze over his glasses throughout the movie. He munches on some popcorn, spills his M&Ms and misses four minutes of the movie in the bathroom. Gary notices few cliche one-liners. He admires a lack of corniness, and is also very appreciative for the disregard of explanation. A memorable scene for Gary is when the teleporting protagonist decides on not saving flood victims to galavant with a blonde in London.
The plot thickens when white hair, razor-sharp Samuel L. Jackson appears as an authoritarian, tracking and killing these Jumpers because: "They're All The Same!" (Oh yea, there's more than one alpha male scrub jumping about the globe, and somehow Samuel L's eyebrows manages to miss the chrome spray paint they use on his head). And while our intriguing lead character is "Maybe Not Like The Rest" a secret war is waged between what is good and what is just.
With low expectations, Gary likes the film. He is shocked when the movie ends in the favor of the main character; our beloved bank robber, (he gets the girl).
So was it worth 10 bucks? Depends on how broke you are, but Gary has to relinquish from opposition and say yes. Better than throwing it in the gutter.
THE SMORGASBORD MEDLEY MONTAGE by Mike Lupo
Shiny People
Broken Angel
Gotham
Turkey Mountain in Snow
Turkey Mountain After the Storm
Sunday, February 17, 2008
Saturday, February 16, 2008
Airplanes Raise the Bar
the porta rican guy went on and on
about growing marijuana in his new apartament.
he had grown it in his old.
somewhere in his mind
there was a special lamp
a closet, mirrors
a fan, and a neon green plant.
he didn't look porta rican
and a lot of ladies
thought his
hefty body was attractive.
he shaves
his head to hide his pattern
baldness.
living is really tough.
there should be a miniature forest
where gary larson characters
play out their eternal
ink existances easily.
comic after comic, just
one frame, turning the
pages, where did gary grow up?
did he ever?
more answers than questions,
the porta rican
immitates the budding plant
as you breath on it, bulking his arms
like a hawk full of wind.
it's like your own pet, he says,
not worried about the extra
six dollars on his heating bill.
but talk to it, you can see
it responding.
they want you to smoke it,
airplanes raised the bar.
gary made a comic
with his pin-head figures
that at one time or another
represents every kind of
person.
they want you to stay still.
you wiggle like a larson character
and it's funny enough
for you to laugh in your head
silently.
about growing marijuana in his new apartament.
he had grown it in his old.
somewhere in his mind
there was a special lamp
a closet, mirrors
a fan, and a neon green plant.
he didn't look porta rican
and a lot of ladies
thought his
hefty body was attractive.
he shaves
his head to hide his pattern
baldness.
living is really tough.
there should be a miniature forest
where gary larson characters
play out their eternal
ink existances easily.
comic after comic, just
one frame, turning the
pages, where did gary grow up?
did he ever?
more answers than questions,
the porta rican
immitates the budding plant
as you breath on it, bulking his arms
like a hawk full of wind.
it's like your own pet, he says,
not worried about the extra
six dollars on his heating bill.
but talk to it, you can see
it responding.
they want you to smoke it,
airplanes raised the bar.
gary made a comic
with his pin-head figures
that at one time or another
represents every kind of
person.
they want you to stay still.
you wiggle like a larson character
and it's funny enough
for you to laugh in your head
silently.
Friday, February 15, 2008
The Bard of Wakarusa
will it be funny, don't use my real name
needs a picture, gotta be bynes
will loslossee fly off the handle, will a girl post in it
why do i waste my time
feel like i know these guys
internet comfort is not something i'm proud of
that felt good
replyreplyreplyreplyreplyreplyYESreplyreplyreplyreplyYES
be an ass, it's ok, they don't really know you
seems fake but ... they don't really know you
stealing a joke ... they don't really know you
bynes ... they know this
mark all forums read
-by Manningsbiatch
needs a picture, gotta be bynes
will loslossee fly off the handle, will a girl post in it
why do i waste my time
feel like i know these guys
internet comfort is not something i'm proud of
that felt good
replyreplyreplyreplyreplyreplyYESreplyreplyreplyreplyYES
be an ass, it's ok, they don't really know you
seems fake but ... they don't really know you
stealing a joke ... they don't really know you
bynes ... they know this
mark all forums read
-by Manningsbiatch
Chocolate Candy Hearts by Bryan Byrne
Crawling out from gutters and sewers from all around town.
The Locals gathered at Finnegans Bar and Grill on Valentines Day.
Why did I go? I don't know really. I knew I would hate it.
I knew It would be scummy, I was certain. Only the dregs of society would be out tonight.
The worst of the worst. Bottom of the barrell. They might have even hired a janitor to mop up the scum.
Walking in I heard the familiar cackle of a drunken wench choking on a Newport.
I put my head down and moved quickly trying not to look into her eyes.
I didn't want her to take a part of my soul.
Out dated rap blared as two over sized quasi-hookers grinded against a fat kid in the corner.
One of them had acne on the top of her fast food tits. I fucking saw it. It made my skin crawl.
They grabbed handfuls of room tempature nachos between each song, and shoved them in their mouths gleefully.
One of them even had dried up sour cream in the corner of her mouth.
The fat kid being grinded on didn't seem to mind.
Another drink barkeep!
Dollar fifty coors light, Jesus Christ what has my life come to?
A kid with a Linkin Park shirt is close talking to one of my friends, spitting in his face.
I see the saliva in mid air. Who the fuck is that kid? Linkin Park? Why God? Why?
Theres that blonde German whore, what the fuck does she think of this scum pit? Why does she come?
I need a cigarette. Can I bum one? I need to take a break from this place. Oh, you quit? Fuck man...
Hell on Earth.
The Locals gathered at Finnegans Bar and Grill on Valentines Day.
Why did I go? I don't know really. I knew I would hate it.
I knew It would be scummy, I was certain. Only the dregs of society would be out tonight.
The worst of the worst. Bottom of the barrell. They might have even hired a janitor to mop up the scum.
Walking in I heard the familiar cackle of a drunken wench choking on a Newport.
I put my head down and moved quickly trying not to look into her eyes.
I didn't want her to take a part of my soul.
Out dated rap blared as two over sized quasi-hookers grinded against a fat kid in the corner.
One of them had acne on the top of her fast food tits. I fucking saw it. It made my skin crawl.
They grabbed handfuls of room tempature nachos between each song, and shoved them in their mouths gleefully.
One of them even had dried up sour cream in the corner of her mouth.
The fat kid being grinded on didn't seem to mind.
Another drink barkeep!
Dollar fifty coors light, Jesus Christ what has my life come to?
A kid with a Linkin Park shirt is close talking to one of my friends, spitting in his face.
I see the saliva in mid air. Who the fuck is that kid? Linkin Park? Why God? Why?
Theres that blonde German whore, what the fuck does she think of this scum pit? Why does she come?
I need a cigarette. Can I bum one? I need to take a break from this place. Oh, you quit? Fuck man...
Hell on Earth.
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Or So They Say by LosLoseeBoy
Ripped the college sticker off its back and drove it to another college.
North / South.
Heaven / Hell.
Or so they say.
Angled off at 125th, swung past the port market, and prayed for greens.
Halted in front of the Mc.
Turn your back on the past -- Nah.
Can man crosses, looks into and eye fucks the reflection of the yellow ass.
He would cum blood anyway, or they say.
**Turns up Sam Cooke**
Tires domestically grip road.
Waffles, fried chicken, pizza all on a curve.
Rear view mirror, check.
Passing just to fail.
Left, right, left, right.
A yellow coat, maybe?
That suit would fit tighter — this is for sure.
Up and down the paths: Alfonso, Cameron, Jay-Z.
Hey, it would fit in with the right earrings, or so they say.
Shift, shaft, shit.
Rainbow leaks, slippery sneaks, sweaty cheeks.
This spot is for the big boys.
There will be money to pay, or so they say.
North / South.
Heaven / Hell.
Or so they say.
Angled off at 125th, swung past the port market, and prayed for greens.
Halted in front of the Mc.
Turn your back on the past -- Nah.
Can man crosses, looks into and eye fucks the reflection of the yellow ass.
He would cum blood anyway, or they say.
**Turns up Sam Cooke**
Tires domestically grip road.
Waffles, fried chicken, pizza all on a curve.
Rear view mirror, check.
Passing just to fail.
Left, right, left, right.
A yellow coat, maybe?
That suit would fit tighter — this is for sure.
Up and down the paths: Alfonso, Cameron, Jay-Z.
Hey, it would fit in with the right earrings, or so they say.
Shift, shaft, shit.
Rainbow leaks, slippery sneaks, sweaty cheeks.
This spot is for the big boys.
There will be money to pay, or so they say.
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Zeitgeist by J.Byrne
It's a story about salsa, but it is only zeitgeist peering back at me
Z on my hand, reminding me to include zeitgeist in an article, any
article
What is zeitgeist? What is salsa?
Can I do it? Can you do it?
?
In a day or two or seven, zeitgeist will be surrounded by friends
Suitcase, peppers, success, burrito and father will be at the party
How about parsnips? How about culinary?
What about you, zeitgeist? Will you survive?
?
Z on my hand, reminding me to include zeitgeist in an article, any
article
What is zeitgeist? What is salsa?
Can I do it? Can you do it?
?
In a day or two or seven, zeitgeist will be surrounded by friends
Suitcase, peppers, success, burrito and father will be at the party
How about parsnips? How about culinary?
What about you, zeitgeist? Will you survive?
?
Sunday, February 10, 2008
Conversation with Miles Ross on 2/9/2008 3:59:21 PM:
(6:12:01 PM) jjlax328: down down down
(6:19:15 PM) Miles Ross: yo
(6:19:25 PM) jjlax328: WHAZZZUP?
(6:19:49 PM) jjlax328: lol everyone is finding out about Love Warrior from your site
(6:19:54 PM) jjlax328: and theyre like "who is it about"
(6:19:55 PM) jjlax328: haha
(6:19:59 PM) jjlax328: you gotta add some type of caption
(6:20:00 PM) Miles Ross: nice
(6:20:02 PM) jjlax328: (not about a girl)
(6:20:03 PM) jjlax328: haha
(6:20:07 PM) Miles Ross: who?
(6:20:11 PM) jjlax328: ...just isaac
(6:20:12 PM) jjlax328: but still
(6:20:12 PM) jjlax328: haha
(6:20:43 PM) Miles Ross: haha best part about being an artist. everyone thinks they are smart for peering into your life after you let them see it in the first place. that's just a general comment though. isaac is just messing with you.
(6:21:39 PM) jjlax328: lol yeah
(6:21:43 PM) jjlax328: one mans art is another mans trash
(6:22:09 PM) jjlax328: what is art? Couldnt i just toss paint on a canvas and call it art?
(6:22:17 PM) jjlax328: ala Pollack
(6:22:17 PM) jjlax328: haha
(6:22:23 PM) Miles Ross: or spill blood
(6:22:27 PM) jjlax328: or spill blood
(6:22:32 PM) jjlax328: anything can be art
(6:22:34 PM) Miles Ross: does someone have to see it for it to be art
(6:22:40 PM) jjlax328: but too many people need to be force fed art
(6:23:05 PM) Miles Ross: and art is the what's left over after the ignorant feast
(6:23:06 PM) jjlax328: does someone have to call it art, for it to be art?
(6:23:17 PM) Miles Ross: does somone have to know who they are
(6:23:19 PM) Miles Ross: where they are
(6:23:23 PM) Miles Ross: to be a someone
(6:23:26 PM) jjlax328: hahaha
(6:23:48 PM) jjlax328: I went to the moma and saw these bizarre pictures
(6:23:53 PM) jjlax328: reminded me of that shit you wanted to do
(6:23:57 PM) jjlax328: it was 3 seperate pictures
(6:24:01 PM) jjlax328: maybe like 8x11
(6:24:11 PM) jjlax328: and on each picture, was just a typewriter letter
(6:24:18 PM) jjlax328: like...an A on one picture
(6:24:20 PM) jjlax328: a Z on another
(6:24:25 PM) jjlax328: and B in like the corner of the last one
(6:24:38 PM) jjlax328: 80% of people look at that and see trash
(6:24:38 PM) jjlax328: haha
(6:25:32 PM) Miles Ross: 80% of people dividing into black, white, asian, and middle eastern look at a roast beaf sandwich and are more inclined to vote democratic
(6:26:05 PM) Miles Ross: i don't know 80% of peole
(6:26:12 PM) Miles Ross: i know a 100% of people
(6:26:18 PM) Miles Ross: those people are the only people i konw
(6:26:37 PM) Miles Ross: they are a majority of white people though
(6:27:12 PM) jjlax328: id disagree
(6:27:23 PM) jjlax328: Roast beef to me...is overwhelmingly republican
(6:27:36 PM) Miles Ross: don't tell me that, tell CNN
(6:27:42 PM) jjlax328: hahahaha
(6:28:02 PM) Miles Ross: i thought you were going to dispute the fact that most of the people i know are 'white'
(6:29:01 PM) jjlax328: i figured...i took the obvious and broke it down
(6:29:04 PM) jjlax328: turned it into art
(6:29:19 PM) Miles Ross: you're always doing that
(6:29:24 PM) Miles Ross: that's why i can't fully trust you
(6:29:30 PM) Miles Ross: but at the same time i know we're great friends
(6:29:44 PM) jjlax328: What is a friend?
(6:30:26 PM) jjlax328: why trust a friend, if you cant trust a stranger?
(6:30:27 PM) Miles Ross: is a friend someone who will leave you bleeding in the south bronx with you leg torn off begging for help
(6:30:59 PM) Miles Ross: strangers pulled me out of my car one time when i flipped it over in the snow: true story
(6:31:25 PM) jjlax328: so it does seem in fact that you can trust strangers better than friends
(6:31:57 PM) Miles Ross: well we don't kow what friends are yet. we didn't answer that.
(6:32:02 PM) Miles Ross: everyone is a stranger
(6:32:09 PM) Miles Ross: some strangers you just see all the time
(6:32:21 PM) jjlax328: fucking brilliant
(6:33:14 PM) Miles Ross: haha
(6:33:17 PM) jjlax328: hahaha
(6:33:40 PM) jjlax328: you are a good stranger of mine
(6:33:40 PM) Miles Ross: we sound so serious up above
(6:33:43 PM) jjlax328: hahahaha
(6:33:44 PM) jjlax328: i know
(6:33:48 PM) Miles Ross: great stranger
(6:33:49 PM) jjlax328: i want this one documented
(6:34:17 PM) Miles Ross: can you send it to my gmail
(6:34:25 PM) jjlax328: haha yeah
(6:19:15 PM) Miles Ross: yo
(6:19:25 PM) jjlax328: WHAZZZUP?
(6:19:49 PM) jjlax328: lol everyone is finding out about Love Warrior from your site
(6:19:54 PM) jjlax328: and theyre like "who is it about"
(6:19:55 PM) jjlax328: haha
(6:19:59 PM) jjlax328: you gotta add some type of caption
(6:20:00 PM) Miles Ross: nice
(6:20:02 PM) jjlax328: (not about a girl)
(6:20:03 PM) jjlax328: haha
(6:20:07 PM) Miles Ross: who?
(6:20:11 PM) jjlax328: ...just isaac
(6:20:12 PM) jjlax328: but still
(6:20:12 PM) jjlax328: haha
(6:20:43 PM) Miles Ross: haha best part about being an artist. everyone thinks they are smart for peering into your life after you let them see it in the first place. that's just a general comment though. isaac is just messing with you.
(6:21:39 PM) jjlax328: lol yeah
(6:21:43 PM) jjlax328: one mans art is another mans trash
(6:22:09 PM) jjlax328: what is art? Couldnt i just toss paint on a canvas and call it art?
(6:22:17 PM) jjlax328: ala Pollack
(6:22:17 PM) jjlax328: haha
(6:22:23 PM) Miles Ross: or spill blood
(6:22:27 PM) jjlax328: or spill blood
(6:22:32 PM) jjlax328: anything can be art
(6:22:34 PM) Miles Ross: does someone have to see it for it to be art
(6:22:40 PM) jjlax328: but too many people need to be force fed art
(6:23:05 PM) Miles Ross: and art is the what's left over after the ignorant feast
(6:23:06 PM) jjlax328: does someone have to call it art, for it to be art?
(6:23:17 PM) Miles Ross: does somone have to know who they are
(6:23:19 PM) Miles Ross: where they are
(6:23:23 PM) Miles Ross: to be a someone
(6:23:26 PM) jjlax328: hahaha
(6:23:48 PM) jjlax328: I went to the moma and saw these bizarre pictures
(6:23:53 PM) jjlax328: reminded me of that shit you wanted to do
(6:23:57 PM) jjlax328: it was 3 seperate pictures
(6:24:01 PM) jjlax328: maybe like 8x11
(6:24:11 PM) jjlax328: and on each picture, was just a typewriter letter
(6:24:18 PM) jjlax328: like...an A on one picture
(6:24:20 PM) jjlax328: a Z on another
(6:24:25 PM) jjlax328: and B in like the corner of the last one
(6:24:38 PM) jjlax328: 80% of people look at that and see trash
(6:24:38 PM) jjlax328: haha
(6:25:32 PM) Miles Ross: 80% of people dividing into black, white, asian, and middle eastern look at a roast beaf sandwich and are more inclined to vote democratic
(6:26:05 PM) Miles Ross: i don't know 80% of peole
(6:26:12 PM) Miles Ross: i know a 100% of people
(6:26:18 PM) Miles Ross: those people are the only people i konw
(6:26:37 PM) Miles Ross: they are a majority of white people though
(6:27:12 PM) jjlax328: id disagree
(6:27:23 PM) jjlax328: Roast beef to me...is overwhelmingly republican
(6:27:36 PM) Miles Ross: don't tell me that, tell CNN
(6:27:42 PM) jjlax328: hahahaha
(6:28:02 PM) Miles Ross: i thought you were going to dispute the fact that most of the people i know are 'white'
(6:29:01 PM) jjlax328: i figured...i took the obvious and broke it down
(6:29:04 PM) jjlax328: turned it into art
(6:29:19 PM) Miles Ross: you're always doing that
(6:29:24 PM) Miles Ross: that's why i can't fully trust you
(6:29:30 PM) Miles Ross: but at the same time i know we're great friends
(6:29:44 PM) jjlax328: What is a friend?
(6:30:26 PM) jjlax328: why trust a friend, if you cant trust a stranger?
(6:30:27 PM) Miles Ross: is a friend someone who will leave you bleeding in the south bronx with you leg torn off begging for help
(6:30:59 PM) Miles Ross: strangers pulled me out of my car one time when i flipped it over in the snow: true story
(6:31:25 PM) jjlax328: so it does seem in fact that you can trust strangers better than friends
(6:31:57 PM) Miles Ross: well we don't kow what friends are yet. we didn't answer that.
(6:32:02 PM) Miles Ross: everyone is a stranger
(6:32:09 PM) Miles Ross: some strangers you just see all the time
(6:32:21 PM) jjlax328: fucking brilliant
(6:33:14 PM) Miles Ross: haha
(6:33:17 PM) jjlax328: hahaha
(6:33:40 PM) jjlax328: you are a good stranger of mine
(6:33:40 PM) Miles Ross: we sound so serious up above
(6:33:43 PM) jjlax328: hahahaha
(6:33:44 PM) jjlax328: i know
(6:33:48 PM) Miles Ross: great stranger
(6:33:49 PM) jjlax328: i want this one documented
(6:34:17 PM) Miles Ross: can you send it to my gmail
(6:34:25 PM) jjlax328: haha yeah
Saturday, February 9, 2008
nails
i bought a book
was reading it on the subway
looked at my sneakers
saw through my sneakers
couldn't stop thinking about the nail and read
thought i should cut my toenails
in case when i got drunk later
my shoes and socks came off
and people saw my long yellow nail
hanging above my big toe
with those little black collections of
whatever under the edges
but if i clip it i feel like the whole
nail will shatter because it is unhealthy
i cannot keep reading and not think of
the toenail
i feel the toenail on the back of my tongue
im afraid if i clip it
the nail will shatter
the words in the book put pressure
on the nail and make me cringe
i feel that toenail shattering
it is making me make a face
that i have to hide behind the book
was reading it on the subway
looked at my sneakers
saw through my sneakers
couldn't stop thinking about the nail and read
thought i should cut my toenails
in case when i got drunk later
my shoes and socks came off
and people saw my long yellow nail
hanging above my big toe
with those little black collections of
whatever under the edges
but if i clip it i feel like the whole
nail will shatter because it is unhealthy
i cannot keep reading and not think of
the toenail
i feel the toenail on the back of my tongue
im afraid if i clip it
the nail will shatter
the words in the book put pressure
on the nail and make me cringe
i feel that toenail shattering
it is making me make a face
that i have to hide behind the book
Friday, February 8, 2008
The clock of first posts ends...
I was watching a press conference about recycling and they made me think about cardboard.
They say that we can now recycle magazines and the magazines we recycle will be made into cardboard. Well then what happens?
What happens to cardboard? Does cardboard get recycled?
If it doesn't then there must be a cave of people living, dressed as cardboard robots, who find the material sustainably useful. Cardboard burns quite well, actually. Kept us warm on those cold savage nights. Our beards grew, pride diminished, and desperation became realized. We ate cardboard for 2 solid weeks. solid. The sandy-stone cliffs waved in the heat and of course, the only evaporative activity was to spill from the cave.
Shreds of cardboard tapered into grainy puddles and your eyes tilted up to a shrinking figure; starkly mad, looking for a piece of chicken.
The American was hungry for chicken. He heard it in a song and now wanted to live- and die- it.
His camouflage was distracting, but business good. American smiled a lot. He had things to sell, most of them covered in cardboard. As boxes, you know. He wanted a good price. The fish I had to offer was not much to cover for the scented candles and worn denim. I promised to pay him back.
It all came to a crest: exposure to youtube, ebay, television, satellites...
Knowing how America created itself, the crests made surfing more fun. No matter what shrinking island I was from, America was a rock.
Thursday, February 7, 2008
breaking larson's ass
we deeply apologise to gary larson
we have highjacked his name.
intending to make some train tracks
or metal gary larson comics we stole what
was left of gary larson
and poured really good honey raspberry
beer on his grave.
Yea sorry gary. You drew funny cartoons. Sometimes they werent as funny as you must have thought. Cuz sometimes i didnt laugh. Then it was'nt funny gary. Then you stopped drawing cartoons. and I was 9. I grew up not knowing what was funny. Bcus of you gary.
Yeah GARY! hate to make you feel really bad but GARY! where did you go?
I remember eating some elios pizza and thinking, man those tight jeans
make me go through puberty on that hot chick,
but YOU GARY!
Well that's it, sorry Gary. I hope you don't mind ever reading this. Because we're pretty sure no one else will either. So thats it .
we have highjacked his name.
intending to make some train tracks
or metal gary larson comics we stole what
was left of gary larson
and poured really good honey raspberry
beer on his grave.
Yea sorry gary. You drew funny cartoons. Sometimes they werent as funny as you must have thought. Cuz sometimes i didnt laugh. Then it was'nt funny gary. Then you stopped drawing cartoons. and I was 9. I grew up not knowing what was funny. Bcus of you gary.
Yeah GARY! hate to make you feel really bad but GARY! where did you go?
I remember eating some elios pizza and thinking, man those tight jeans
make me go through puberty on that hot chick,
but YOU GARY!
Well that's it, sorry Gary. I hope you don't mind ever reading this. Because we're pretty sure no one else will either. So thats it .
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