When I Hear The Word Culture...

Written by Record Label

Tue, 04 Apr 2006 04:38:12 GMT

The most heinous journalism in the whirld.

I Warnedeth Thee and Thine

Thu, 12 Jan 2006 06:23:12 GMT

all your lawn darts

B4NN3D!

Thu, 12 Jan 2006 06:01:12 GMT

ginger tea
with raw sugar

The Death Defying Abili-tie To...

Tue, 20 Dec 2005 04:12:42 GMT

Ban Lawn Darts
From Country to Country.

You think I jest.

This Weekend...

Tue, 29 Nov 2005 21:14:40 GMT

...the wagon done fell off of *me*.

Hermetic Crosses Modified

Sat, 26 Nov 2005 02:07:40 GMT

gauze with tiny traces
blood that marked the spots
still streaked upon the wall
a sweater and
a cryptic african scrip
a testiment
and reluctant to clean
away
the debris
of the mad gorgeous
of weeks
on bender
with just the
right
kats

our holiday
is when we make it
it began tues since last
and ended places
no one wants to speak

Develop Mintz

Sat, 12 Nov 2005 07:13:37 GMT

tons to share of the last month or so...
but no motivation to really expose it all.

best things tonight...
best night ever at work (money wise)
and i just discovered live streaming
of all of
adult swim's
friday night lineup online untill 6am.

Sweet Buddah... thank you.
These aren't my favs of the swim's lineup...
but i've missed too much lately
working too hard...
my only achilles tendon of pop
at least it's true apoca-pop

My new kitten is curled on my
printer watching me type at
breakneck speeds.
She just demonstrated her first
"5 times my hieght" jump
onto my lap... her name is
Beta
She found us a few days
before our
cursed pyrates set sail

Whiskey and Lonersville
my 2 fav friends.

Death Clutch On Glitter Gultch

Fri, 21 Oct 2005 20:15:17 GMT

It's a cheap trick, but it worked. The valley is filled with constructs
of greed's seed and cactai rise from the graves of would be cowboy
heroes in their illuminated glass tube prickles. Reno. We're not far
from Reno. What is this lost hungry ghost of a mountain town that
the melting pot forgot? These disenfranchised miner's children checking
out each other in the dead franchise of sanitary food at Subwise.
Just a skip away from the carcass of Burger Lord where my cohort,
would be starlet, chomps her third meal of the day. I'm on my second and
probably last, and this is the only way on the waywards that
offer anything less than revolting and somewhat substantiating
without that rancid flesh of factories.

Sure, she looks like that nicely chunk slink of Brittany Shears, but
tomorrow she'll be a Riekki Lake in a laundromat with nothing to her
name but chitlins clinging to her babbier than baby fat.

The more I get to know her, the more I wonder why our Illuminated
General thought she'd be something i'd click on to. Perhaps he
wanted a first lady that i'd repel off of. Maybe he's right, maybe the
dynamic is that I should shake off the Shopping Babe and seduce
the tat kat what is said to have chameleon. I can relate to chameleon.
Babe the Second has yet to rear her reptilianess.

I'm confused. The script is supposed to write itself but
thus far it feels more Priscilla Queen of Fearful Loathing than
it does the re-imagined Man Who Fell To Earth I'm gunnin' for.

I'm on my way to burning man. A giant neon cowboy,
a rerun landmark of America's finest achievements in
swindling, is waving to me perched on a mountain.
I wave a mockery hand back. I see him burning into
the cliffside like the Man of yore.

I wonder what caves are left in said chunk of rock.

I think i'd rather be there.

Hope Comes on Oiled Wheels

Wed, 19 Oct 2005 23:36:57 GMT

GEMINI (May 21-June 20): Brazil's Ryoki Inoue may not be the best
novelist in the world, but he's definitely the most prolific. He
averages about 100 new works of pulp fiction every year. On one
particularly creative day, it took him eight hours to churn out an
entire 195-page story about crooked cops and drug dealers. He's your
role model for the coming week, Gemini. Whatever your field of endeavor
is, try to supercharge your productivity. The astrological omens
suggest that not only can you do so, but also that it will be good for
you to do so. Your other role model is Marcel Proust, who was one of
history's *best* novelists. Be as fast as Inoue and as brilliant as
Proust.

Not my first talent, but maybe this means my second talent
will be appreciated one day....
...one day.

For now... just
scrawl, scrawl, scrawl, scrawl.

Enough Z Nuff

Wed, 19 Oct 2005 21:54:42 GMT

Okay.
Thats it Nathan.
You've had a good long
Drinkfestio
Betwixt finishing a major project
and deciding that you're
hungray again
and ready to stop
fucken 'round
and
batten down the hatches
and
brew up
a new
miasma ov
MAELSTROM.

I've begun to appreciate being
the underdog
again...but,
Lets push things forward.

Breathe If You're Horny.

Mon, 17 Oct 2005 04:15:51 GMT

Jesus Was Black.
Ronald Reagan was the Devil.
And I Eat Pop Culture...
...hand me my Pistol.

A New First...

Sun, 16 Oct 2005 20:01:24 GMT

...cause i feel like it.
Three posts in one day
and this one just to say
I have officially
Reversed
My Term Limits
In the name of
National Security.

Wouldn't U 2 Like 2 Wake Up?

Sun, 16 Oct 2005 08:32:32 GMT

Feeling refreshed, and beyond the day?
Space Scallions!!!!
Are beyond the way!
Yes.
That is right.
Space Scallions!!!
Will set you skraight.
Have you ever felt down and about
after a long night of debauch?
Well fuck all!?
Space Scallions are the answer!
Space Scallione are beyond the way.

When Reputations Procede...

Sun, 16 Oct 2005 07:36:29 GMT

All one sees is reputations.

Back In Scoundrel.

Tue, 11 Oct 2005 04:03:29 GMT

Fuck it.
For some reason every time i try
to push the whole world away
i find out i've got friends

Why do people keep talking to me
after breaking their lamps
and a glass or two
and starting franchises
punch a sound friend in the head
in their front lawn?
And then sound friend calls me
again?

I thought i was cursed.
I must be blessed.

A darling little friend of mine
(who is far too married for her
own good) says it's cause i'm a
stiltwalker that my actions
are dismissed.

I found, for lack of a better phrase
"A somewhat girlfriend of a somewhat wife"
this weekend. She's mega smokin and hot to trot.
I think I immeadiately scared her away
with my madness, but thats how the cookie
crumbles.

I feel like a Bastard Snake
of a Baptist Lion.

They call me the Jerusalem Sphinx.

And this isn't even scratching the surface
of my last 4 days.

Successes and Spills Galore.

Dear Lord, I hate you,
Send me an angel.
Right nah.

S.Q.A.R.

Mon, 10 Oct 2005 05:13:24 GMT

Nathan needs help.... Change Page Color:.

Nathan needs full assistance for all of his personal. care needs:

Nathan. First, pray for him. Running for office
is a difficult venture

Nathan needs the wisdom and energy that comes ...

Nathan needs a new look to impress glamourous TV chick Dajve 'dave' Bikinus.
Something is killed.

Alas Poor Converter...

Mon, 10 Oct 2005 05:00:43 GMT

I dug thee well.

I Kept a Few....

Mon, 03 Oct 2005 22:26:22 GMT

Ov my favourite Goldfish.

My two chitlin's are now named...

Catalytic (he's all gold all the time)

n'

Converter (she's white and well, gold...striped)

They're lovers.

I'm giving them alone time

right now

And playing some Barry White for them

And my general 'lets get it on' mix.

I damn got called...

Sat, 01 Oct 2005 05:23:35 GMT

To the principal's office.
I blushed like ever before.
But this time, the 4 day old principal.
Showed me respect 4 all my evil eye talisman and sandaled,
glory.

We were askin' the shots.
They were providin'.
One of the oldest schools in Florida.
School No. 12 in Riverside.

Mr. Caraway. If I was a student 10 years ago,
you'd be chastizin' me for starting a
food fight.

And now, this weekend,
I'm a fish wrangler' again.
But it's the final weekend of
6:30am calls.
And Christian Carnivales.

I think I'll pick up keeping
fishy friends again.

22:22

Wed, 28 Sep 2005 02:50:40 GMT

Fuck Nihilism. Fuck Democracy.
Screw your communism. Shag your aetheism.
Frag your capitalism.... and your capitolist.
Suck on your socialism, your libritarian, your
green party, your fascist, your huddled masses,
your sacred masses, your catholicism, your
cathartic natures, your apathy disgusts me.
My apathy disgusts me.
i rejected this shit before i was i
age 12 to 112.
Fuck elvis, and dylan, and beatles, and
hendrix, and joplin, and zepplin.
Throw your idols off of the oracle's rock.
Eat dada, and dali, and the whole lot.
Consume kahlo's spine, and magritte's apple,
and the head ov all deconstructionism.
Shite it out cause TV has made it obsolete.
Reclaim, hell claim it for once, TELEVISION.
It should be working for us,
the one tool of the atomic age
we could be shaping
into sculptures of light and knowledge.
But the first digital mass lets it
shape them.
It's blitz has blinded the true.
Learn from history but never turn it
into some goddamn dogma.
It is all a question of...
period.
Believe in nothing?
Even the dead have notions.
The dead influence us more
than the you will ever know.
I don't believe you anymore.
I don't believe me anymore.
We're all fricken pathetic liars
in the time in which truth is
most needed.
I want a mandala, but not a mantra.
I want something new...
let the 'Future' decide if WE
deserves
to be named.
And know now
that name
will be a pale
shadow
of what we made
ov
our
lives.
let me speak,
let me rest,
wake me from my
slumber
and show me how
to show each other
to run through the
rain
again
even more pure
than before.

DRINKFESTIO!!

Mon, 26 Sep 2005 18:34:41 GMT

Is it possible to be both
Completely shattered depressed
AND totally amped inspired?

Yes, yess it is.
And I like to call this Gemini State
DRINKFESTIO!!!
(three exclamations outta do it)

No direct commitments to fulfull
untill 4pm tomorrow.
Meantime,
All Hell Break Thine Leashes.

Anyone who would like to apply
please hit my suggestion box
of things to do today/this eve/
tomorrow morning.

Blue 2 : Green

Mon, 26 Sep 2005 08:23:18 GMT

Fuck it.
So i'm a geek again and speak my mind
on a computer more than i can in person.
Whatever.

I had a whacked up series of dreams last nite.
Most of them dealt with this fucken trouble in
my head. I could plague you with my plagues,
but then you'd be plagued too.

So i'll skip to the creative one.

I was living on the moon. Or some
such rot. And the moon police were ushering
us off the common moon basey kind of strip
back inside. The moon police were niether kind,
nor nice, nor really human methinks. Inside
everyone was wandering zombie like, i couldn't
remember why i was on the moon (being a bit of a
zombie myself)so i asked someone who seemed in
charge. We were all there, human refugees, cause
the earth, she not give life no more. We were
castaways looking for a new home.

At one point i escaped the moon police and ran
to the outer moon sphere, and crashed in a large
puffy square flower thingee. Other people were
there in the corners hibernating, (or being
cloned, who knows, it's the moon) and there
was all the moon sticks you could eat, they
were kinda cheesy-like. (moon is made of blue
cheese ya know?) Then some police sensed that I was
out of place, i cracked off my tracker bracelet
and threw it toward one of the many other squar
flowers around me, but i missed and it bounced off
of it back to the other corner of mine. I should
have just played sleep, but i struggled to get to
the other side of the puffy flower to toss it again
and right as i got up, the moon po po showed up
and found me rabbit in their headlights.

So it was back to the colony for me.

Then one day there was a strange sound coming from
the commons. It was a noise both strange and familiar.
A man dressed in a bright green and white mooniform and with
large green dreads was playing an instrument and singing
in the nuclear snow. I defiantly walked up the runway,
and sat in front of him. Plop. Right in the snow, his
first fan.

I woke up with the song lodged clearly in my head,
and wrote it down. I think I will one day become
my Alpha Green Spaceman.

The Insomniac Fitz

Sun, 25 Sep 2005 08:32:44 GMT

Ring ring lyrics drone it all
my dreams will have to catch me
'cause i don't get any sleep now

'We can dance if we want to
You can leave your friend behind
Cause yo friend don't dance
And if he don't dance
Well,
He's no friend of mine."

People's Publik Worx Projeckt

Thu, 22 Sep 2005 21:40:15 GMT

Glorious Day
In India they do a dance
when the Sun and the Rain
collide

Today my friend Ron and I
Pushed each other toward
Creative Public Mischief
He is now officially a
public artist
Our committee was Copper
Our sponsor Loki

In Fluxus we parked
in front of starbucks
unloaded his wieght
off of his bed of mirror
and it took both of us
to walk him on our
shoulders across the
street and traffick

There is a new piece of art
All tangled chaos wire
Size and shape of man
Nestled slumbering against
the roots of a nice
little nook
in Memorial Park

Vines instantly took to him
We watched as time embraced him

I suggest you go search him out
This rusty rip van wynkle
Before someone wakes him

He was our dance
in the face of
Rain kissing the Sun

It's Official

Tue, 20 Sep 2005 14:32:16 GMT

Dirty Mondays suck. Gave it a second shot in
3 months. Worse than before. Even talking like
a pirate and rum flasks and and pit grrls
and pink ladies (who were in no mood to play)
couldn't save it.
At least Xena danced with me a ton.
She's my new mochalatta honeydoll.
We talked crushes.

I'm off for some hair of the dog,
and disassembling goldfishbowl sculptures,
and new jobbyness.
Cause it's a pirate life fo me. Fo sho.

Mayhap i'll see ya'll on the corpse bride side.