Sex sells

Grrunplity sumet wook truoug gollay

So I went to Florence a couple days ago and I fucked up my wrist. I didn't get to play guitar yesterday and I realized that it was the first day in a really long time that I have not played.
My wrist is feeling a lot better today and I played a little.
It's so beautiful out today. Ian and I went to Burnet to take part in a tribal ritual. It was great. We found this ballon that was half still floating. I kicked it and followed it some. It seemed like a fat old man that wanted to get around but couldn't quite make it.

Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease


While several human TSEs exist, Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease (CJD) is the prototype human TSE. CJD occurs in a form associated with a hereditary predisposition (approximately 5–10% of all cases) and in a more common, sporadic form that accounts for 85–90% of cases.

A small percentage of cases (less than 5%) are iatrogenic (resulting from the accidental transmission of the causative agent via contaminated surgical equipment or as a result of cornea or dura mater transplants). It has also been shown that CJD can be transmitted to humans as a result of treatment with natural human growth hormone. Replacement of natural human growth hormone by recombinant growth hormone has alleviated this risk.

"Drunk driving puts lives at risk-- and so does driving a Ford SUV. Oil dependence drives conflicts that kil innocent people. Our addiction to oil also fuels global warming that puts us all in danger. Please take a moment to consider the true costs of owning an SUV, and reconsider owning one"
---Global Exchange propaganda

Found on my dad's truck x-mas morning.

Holy Fucking Christmas!! Wooden Man Records is the fucking shit.
I listened to Arcade- Bank of America and I came in my pants. It's most excellent.

sing a song of hysteria
sing a song for me

play it like you mean it
play it loud and scream

strum my weak heart with your fingers
strum my chest with fingernails

beat me until i'm senseless
beat me until it's done

let it all out
let it bleed

Plastic Beauty----

I find myself in a bathroom. 8x12 ft. water runs down the tile shower walls, still wet from the last cleansing. Floor in disarray, shambles, used linens and forgotten hope lying all over the fucking place. A whisper of death smeared across the floor. Mirror askew as if hanging itself with doom. SOmething that once resembled hair sits in the basin waiting to be flushed away along with traces of cigarette, tears, and lonesome dying. Fingerprints remain pressed against the window searching for some escape. I piss, relieving myself of some burden. I feel the disease that was afflicting this place. I look into the screwed mirror and slide into the lakes of my pupils staring back at me.

water flows and time it rolls
flow upstream against the current
florecent views and underwater clues
you choose your own path

crumbled surface
stars and moon
radio frequency bouncing and turning
freaked out energy beams that
you can't see or touch

circle circles turn around
see the sound with stereoscopes
as big as your house

quiet and stealthy as a mouse
it lurks and feedsin the night-time air
and stares out there

wicked ways and sunspot days
it trickles it's way down
down down it flows

the electrons hit us in furious droves
fitfull bellies and all their cellies
picking up cosmic voices
and it all falls down this way

Energy is everything
this way and that way

strange weekend.
going to sell my fender today.
took a math test and did well.
i ate once today.

I had one wierd ass dream last night. It started with me at work trying to get some weed. Everyone that I've met through that place was in the dream. I was following this shadowy blond girl. I walked around and met more people that i've talked to since I've been here, like Daniel. (Daniel is a homeless man with a severe drinking problem, I used to see him out and I always try to talk to him and make him smile) Then I got to this house where Deric S. and all the Muncie kids were. For some reason my amp was there and it took my attention away from the shadowy blond girl. I aparently ate some sort of psychadelic at this house because all the colors in my dream started phasing through easchother. THe people at this house were just sitting around so I took my amp and left wondering where that elusive blond girl went. As I was walking up the street a massive party exploded out of the front door of this house so I sat down my amp plugged it in and started rocking out. People sat around and talked and drank while I played. Playing guitar in my dream was very vivid. I see the blond girl walk in the house and I follow. Watever I took at the last house is really doing a number on me by now and I can barely walk. I see a girl I went to high school with (who i would actually still enjoy talking to) and i try to talk to her, but she hands me a drink and pushes me farther into the party. I turn around to look at her but she's not there and when I turn around again everyone is made out of coumns of water. That was too much so I went outside. I found the blond girl, and she says "have you been following me?" "yes" I reply wanting to touch her. "Well you found me, now what?"
I wake up.

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prick your finger it is done
the moon has now eclipsed the sun
the angel has spread it's wings
the time has come for bitter things

---Antichrist Superstar



speaking of which:

Hi George Bush,

Someone has sent you an e-card from www.checkyourself.com

Eat It! Bush
--Your friends at checkyourself.com

actual question from 'check yourself':
"Does your marijuana use let you live in a privately defined world?"


I brought my amp home and it's been great having it around all the time. Tonight I hooked Aaron's keyboard into my amp and I make some great noises and beats. It was fun as hell. I can't wait until Graham comes back to the natti so we can start recording.

I'm supposed to be working on math right now but I'm drinking wine instead. My friend Jessica is moving out of her apartment soon so I'll be losing a neighbor. It's always fun to hang out with her and watch a movie, smoke a bowl, take pictures. She said she's not going to move very far away so we'll get to hang out.

What are we doing here? Consume, produce, destroy, create.

I ended up talking with a film-maker tonight that's about to premier his first film. I saw some of it tonight and it was really good. I asked him if he had a web-site and he said no... so I asked him if he wanted one and we are going to meet soon and talk about ideas.

Focus Focus Focus

Sorting through the wastage that was Thanksgiving.

An atheist, a bhuddist and a muslim walk into a bar.
the muslim doesn't drink and orders a virgin daquiri
the bhuddist has a beer and the
atheist is on the floor.



In other News:
Victory City!!

Damn it I want to go to this show!

LOCAL H
New Year's Eve
Dec. 31
Double Door, Chicago
w/ Electric Six
includes hosted bar!!!
Doors 9:00
www.doubledoor.com

It's $55 bones. Possibly too rich for my blood.

After class today I spoke with a monk. He has been studying for 10 years and is from Cambodia. We spoke of Energy, Meditation, Compassion, Modivation. Many things. It was great. Shortly after I sat down to talk a Muslim woman sat down and we all talked together. She said that we were like different grasses that live in the same yard. The grasses are different, yet none of them harm the other.
I told him of my confusion with religion and that I didn't trust it. I told him that the only thing I can believe in is me. I think he agreed.