12/25/08

War : Christmas ; Bleach : Babies

ITs obvious driving around where I grew up there is no real concern for the war, anthropogentic global warming, or babies that will starve to death in the next twenty-four hours. With all the new Televisions and other electronic devices purchased; all the power tools and other energy consuming gadgets it is clear: The American Junkie is fixing hard and keeping true to the role of irresponsible consumer, even if their spending less money.

Clean air was my Christmas wish. An end to war was what I do for christmas- I patrinioze not the industries of war: auto, oil, gov't. Of course its not all that easy to refrain completely and if you want to be a part of this culture, as well, based on the extreamly poor planned urban environment one must at some point use a gas powered auto to get to point B.

Christmas is the quintecential "Holiday of Indeference". In spite of the dire situation we're all in and the clear path we must take to clean our hands of the bloodshed, we all got into a frenzy (again) and went shopping got stressed out and drove more than we do on a normal week. There should be a slogan: "Fuck it! Its Christmas for Christ's Sake".

12/23/08

War : Christmas ; Bleach : Babies

Keep smiling Jesus
American Dreams come true
And for the terror
leave the light on
and sleep till dawn

sunrise death valley


12/10/08

The things I do

We'll its come down to a heater, the difference from complete bliss and indifference. This is the latest addition to my life afloat. Still slipped in Baltimore, looking forward to a long cold winter, I move ahead with momentary composure. A thing I tend to capitalize on; the moment, brings me the exact thing I need at the right time so I'm in no rush to get anywhere in particular. I may be a flake but I've lived quite fantastically so far and plan on continuing to challenge the normal perception that you must be a slave to get the treats of the American Dream. I woke up a few years ago, nothings changed since, except for a return of false hope amongst the masses.

I've been working the door at the 8x10 so I"ll start to have a little income for food, and have another opening gig lined up on the 14th of Jan. I got to sell tickets again, which I don't really like to do, but I do anyway. We're all slaves in some way. I'll choose music every time.