It only takes one bullet to destroy compassion
Think about the motivation for your action
Right and wrong are just ideas
But so was the atomic bomb
I have the choice to change me
But there is a lot of suffering in the sea
Bubbles escape and make themselves clean
But I still can’t seem to breath
Complication quiets the voice of happiness
Now we find ourselves in this terrible mess
While we can’t explain spiritual interaction
Your satisfaction is ‘in god we trust’
I wouldn’t recommend the service
Gene pool full of piss
Can’t think of anything I might miss
except life.
6.28.2004
Punk Rock exists in the hearts and minds of the Dunkards’ Bar this night. The reverb thick guitar grooves it’s way past me as I order a gin and seven. The customers consist of a small group of locals, the bands, a few guys, and a lot of underage drinking girls. The bump bump bass hits on every beat and the lawn of unkept grass bounces gently.
I nod to my friends and bang my head to a particularly heavy part of the song. The nicotine chadeleir hangs trying to hold the dignity it once had. Dance bang beer slang all over the front of me while I sit. Paper towel scream and howl. Beer slowly finds it’s way to my ass crack. I order another gin. A new band with more screaming and slamming to do. There is a lot of angst filled lyrics spewing out of the singers mouth. Spitting the beer stench guitar clench rage. It feels good to be alive here among so much death. When does life happen if we’re waiting for it.
We’re falling all over ourselves looking for something to feel. Something real. Something to steal from those who stole from us. Our songs bleed for anything to trust. I’ve been avoiding the things that I must, do and try until I die… but then what. Now is now and tomorrow may never happen but sometimes it does… and then what. A new day and a new question to slay. Answers are everywhere just asking for the right question. I must mention the ideas presented are so familiar. The burning licks for freedom. The beer soaked sucked creation out of the mind and out to find a place to rest forever.
“Right now is history.”
“Why.”
“Because you and I are both feeling this at the same time.”
The sonic sensation and liver elation at the drinks I down, the drum kicked town. I never thought the natti would feel so right. Social situations never appealed to me much. I guess I just never found the right scene. The drunken swagger and the guitar solo stagger sound so rainy.
Muncie crew knew what to do. That VP cup full of Boone’s walk on over and listen to dance thick tunes. Empty bottles chunked into river flow. Late night conversation of the perversion of the show. We all feel the burn. Questioning churn of what might lay ahead. Just more music of more of the same. The chaste change that might occur, if tomorrow ever happens.
I saw Fahrenheit 9-11 over the week-end. Very intense.
I nod to my friends and bang my head to a particularly heavy part of the song. The nicotine chadeleir hangs trying to hold the dignity it once had. Dance bang beer slang all over the front of me while I sit. Paper towel scream and howl. Beer slowly finds it’s way to my ass crack. I order another gin. A new band with more screaming and slamming to do. There is a lot of angst filled lyrics spewing out of the singers mouth. Spitting the beer stench guitar clench rage. It feels good to be alive here among so much death. When does life happen if we’re waiting for it.
We’re falling all over ourselves looking for something to feel. Something real. Something to steal from those who stole from us. Our songs bleed for anything to trust. I’ve been avoiding the things that I must, do and try until I die… but then what. Now is now and tomorrow may never happen but sometimes it does… and then what. A new day and a new question to slay. Answers are everywhere just asking for the right question. I must mention the ideas presented are so familiar. The burning licks for freedom. The beer soaked sucked creation out of the mind and out to find a place to rest forever.
“Right now is history.”
“Why.”
“Because you and I are both feeling this at the same time.”
The sonic sensation and liver elation at the drinks I down, the drum kicked town. I never thought the natti would feel so right. Social situations never appealed to me much. I guess I just never found the right scene. The drunken swagger and the guitar solo stagger sound so rainy.
Muncie crew knew what to do. That VP cup full of Boone’s walk on over and listen to dance thick tunes. Empty bottles chunked into river flow. Late night conversation of the perversion of the show. We all feel the burn. Questioning churn of what might lay ahead. Just more music of more of the same. The chaste change that might occur, if tomorrow ever happens.
I saw Fahrenheit 9-11 over the week-end. Very intense.
6.16.2004
I'm pissed! The Hamilton County Sheriff's Department has my wallet. I left it in this girls car and I was told that the cops have it. So the past two days I've been calling all over Hamilton county trying to track down what cop took my wallet and where it is now.
Yesterday I went to the property department, which took me an hour to find because I got lost, so I get there and the officer at the desk is like "We don't know where it is." What do you mean I ask and they tell me that my wallet was not logged in this cops files or in the property rooms files. Kevin Spedowski took my wallet. His job every night is to turn in states evidence and any property that he may have. Did he do this? Fuck No. I was told that he would be in today and he would be contacted about this problem.
So I wake up and call. "Officer Spedowski will not be in today." What!?? "Why is he not doing his job? Why does he have my wallet? Why is he not coming in today."
"I'm not sure sir but he will be in tommorow."
For all I fucking know this guy went out drinkin' with his Klan brothers last night and they took turns pissing on my wallet. Or this guy could be sending my information out to every cop agency in the country trying to find something on me. Fuck Mother Fuck Fuck THe Man!!!!
Firey Hell is going to rain down as soon as that black leather of MY wallet hits my hand. I'm going to press charges on this cop for theft of my wallet. He disobeyed police code and he probably thought he would get away with it. Fuck Spedowski.
Yesterday I went to the property department, which took me an hour to find because I got lost, so I get there and the officer at the desk is like "We don't know where it is." What do you mean I ask and they tell me that my wallet was not logged in this cops files or in the property rooms files. Kevin Spedowski took my wallet. His job every night is to turn in states evidence and any property that he may have. Did he do this? Fuck No. I was told that he would be in today and he would be contacted about this problem.
So I wake up and call. "Officer Spedowski will not be in today." What!?? "Why is he not doing his job? Why does he have my wallet? Why is he not coming in today."
"I'm not sure sir but he will be in tommorow."
For all I fucking know this guy went out drinkin' with his Klan brothers last night and they took turns pissing on my wallet. Or this guy could be sending my information out to every cop agency in the country trying to find something on me. Fuck Mother Fuck Fuck THe Man!!!!
Firey Hell is going to rain down as soon as that black leather of MY wallet hits my hand. I'm going to press charges on this cop for theft of my wallet. He disobeyed police code and he probably thought he would get away with it. Fuck Spedowski.
6.10.2004
Graham went out of town for a week and a half to graduate.
He broke up with his girlfriend
I was very confused and sedated most of the time that he was gone.
Cincinnati is treating me well, I have plenty of things to work on.
I'm being productive at ACT and I've been working at the studio a lot lately.
My site at mojofat is no longer updating so I'm going to start using this url
I'm writing. I'm eating. I'm having fun. I feel good.
I'll be getting a home again in the next few weeks. This may mean that I won't get to go to San Diego until later. I feel like getting my own space here is far more important than a week there that I can't make any money. Once I get a place, I can be a lot more productive with my time, and I will be able to relax more.
I hope you are all well and as soon as I get a place, you'll be the first to know so you can come party it up!
He broke up with his girlfriend
I was very confused and sedated most of the time that he was gone.
Cincinnati is treating me well, I have plenty of things to work on.
I'm being productive at ACT and I've been working at the studio a lot lately.
My site at mojofat is no longer updating so I'm going to start using this url
I'm writing. I'm eating. I'm having fun. I feel good.
I'll be getting a home again in the next few weeks. This may mean that I won't get to go to San Diego until later. I feel like getting my own space here is far more important than a week there that I can't make any money. Once I get a place, I can be a lot more productive with my time, and I will be able to relax more.
I hope you are all well and as soon as I get a place, you'll be the first to know so you can come party it up!
