Saturday, February 22, 2003

If you haven't seen the I Hate Myself website yet, you should. It's pretty dope.

Thursday, February 20, 2003

YellowTimes is back up yall! You knew it wouldn't be long.

Now I should really get some sleep.

Wednesday, February 19, 2003

'if you love me you'll sleep in my bed'

the password was ica and i thought it was iom. it's ok though, neither of them are real words.

*Nacirema Cross Stars*



I'm tired of being the one to take the blame all the time
Balanced on a wire and falling from the vibration you made
I'm not crazy
But sometimes I'm driven by that river to make*out in the back of a Buick
If I am the antithesis of sanity
You are the antithesis of helpful

The way I once thought things were has been shot down by a spirit sniper on the ground
I'm a brick in a hall of mirrors
The illusions are changing
Colors fading from crimson and purple to yellow and tawny
The shell is hell tonite
The perceptions of sensible objects has somehow shifted to a more skewed kind of futurism

If I am the antithesis of American
You are the antithesis of content

Star spelled backwards is rats
White hair and grey beards
Welcome to the olympics of academia
Hope you brought yr pencils
Nothing in the world matters more than homework
Homework means the world to me

Sorry if I sound cynical
If I'm the antithesis of anything
Everything is nothing
And you are the antithesis of material
Not even metaphysical
Maybe somewhat subconscious
(Definately 'sub' something)

We walk around like robots
We pay attention like it's a toll
We thank only half-sincerely in electronic voices
But if we are the antithesis of human
Love is the antithesis of us

I am the black bloc
You are the paracite
I am the bone marrow of a dead animal being ate out by decomposers
You are the concrete chopping block with paint replacing blood
I am the war helmet lost by a cadaver still walking, searching
You are the rose inbetween thorns
We are all just walking corpses
Because as soon as yr born
You start dying
And everywhere in chains
This is a very powerful speech by a 12 year old girl.
The show below is still unconfirmed. Sorry if you already told yr mom you can't go to yr little sister's dance recital because yr going to see me in Fredonia. I'll post more information as soon as I get it.

Tuesday, February 18, 2003

hastheboyfallen (me) - friday, feb. 28th - show - fredonia - the brown bean coffee shop - 9-10:30pm - be there or be somewhere else
A lyrical strem of consciousness (that means lyrics but not to any one song)

'if there's one thing i know it's how to make something out of nothing
when i play the fool the part comes alive so that it's no longer meaningless lines conjuring vague symbolic convergance
a soul on ice
a trophy display
lenin's tomb
his corpse rotting away
black lights and sleepless nights
it looks like things are getting better
i think the problem is getting worse
she said yr out of here
so i left
what else could i do
there's a factory in north lansing where the workers look out in desparate longing to escape the heat inside before the pinkerton returns
i'm nothing if not what you want
i'm everything beautiful
i'm nothing if not apathy
i'm everything dispossesed
i refuse to slip quietly into obscurity
i won't quiet down or fade away'
Playlist for now...
Sonic Youth - 1000 Leaves
Pavement - Terror Twilight
Public Enemy - He Got Game
Blackheart Procession - 7
238 - Regulate the Chemicals

... hmmm, and I think I'm going to listen to Nick Drake when I get home.