9.21.2011

I NEED TO CLEAN MY CAMERA BUT THAT GIRAFFE IS SO DAMNN CUTE.

NO SENSE IN GETTIN FIRED UP.

IT'S NOT ALL THAT.

LOOSEN UP.

FUCKING ZOMBIES.

WHAT IZ THE DEAL?

COPING IS A BITCH.





I'M TIRED OF EVERYONE.

ALL THAT ANYONE EVER DOES THESE DAYS IS BITCH.

I'M TIRED OF EVERYTHING.

I HOPE IT RAINS.

SUMMER'S GOING.


IT'S BEEN A WHILE.

BLACK

7.31.2011

7.09.2011

BURN MOTHERFUCKER BURN!



NOT MUCH TO SAY BUT THANKS TO EVERYONE! THE DOWNLOADS ARE OFF THE HOOK. THE RESPECT, LOVE AND SYMPATHY IS UNTOUCHABLE!

6.09.2011

LIBRA, THE YEAR OF DESTRUCTION,


I GOT HIRED TO SHOOT THIS NEW PROJECT WHICH IS GONNA HIT THE STREETS SOON. IT INVOLVES ASRTOLOGY. IN THE BEGINNING I WAS LIKE "WHAT THE FUCK?" THEN I WAS "WHAT THE HECK?"
ANYWAY, YOU'LL HEAR ABOUT IT PRETTY SOON CAUSE IT'S GONNA BE HUGE AND IT'LL BE SURROUNDED BY A BUNCH OF TARROTT CARDS AND ARTISTS AND PICTURES OF MINE.
WHAT SUCKS IS THAT THIS IT'S SUPPOSSED TO BE THE WORST YEARS FOR LIBRAS IN THE WHOLE HISTORY OF THE WORLD.
AND I'M A LIBRA.

LOW LAND.

Cheap power addicts, purveyors of the poor
Drinking and sharing terror,
Over a nation fed on leftovers
Until the next day returns
Communication problems
Processing images
Familiar hangovers
(Caused by) the noise of authority
While young data readers
And pilgrims of the middle class
Matching key tags
About land rescue operation
A slow process tribulation
Or undergraduate misdirection
With a million hits, alert from another source
Things incomplete, the readers spot
Mental space limits in minor chords
Parabolic surveillance, superimposed
The same problem, I always was
But, none of them
Resonant names or free press jerks
Fraternizing another dynastic civil war
Sensitivity lost, tongue and heart, synchronicity lost
Restrained appetite, insanity reigns
On a pulp landscape; we cum as one
The walls close in; we can’t escape
On a rotten landscape; we die as one
Remember: things don’t bleed, only harmony seeds
Playful affairs like fast repetition on silent waves
Or like a sudden glimpse gone beyond the clouds
We observe the signs, the colors, the lines
And there we draw the picture
Linked, but not near
In grey morning shades
Across places of our beloved low land_
Αυτό είναι το κομμάτι

6.08.2011

SOUVLAKI AND COCKTAILS AND DESTRUCTION


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6.03.2011

"ABEL" TO DOTHINGS MY WAY


Well, my mind's not right, my mind's not right
My mind's not right, my mind's not right
My mind's not right, my mind's not right
My mind's not right, my mind's not right

Abel, come on, give me the keys, man
Everything has all gone down wrong
Abel, come on, give me the keys, man
Everything has all gone down wrong

I see water on the bridge
Well, you better hold my hand through this
Turn around, turn around, take me back, I can't calm down
Turn around, turn around, take me back, I can't calm down

Well, my mind's not right, my mind's not right
My mind's not right, my mind's not right
My mind's not right, my mind's not right
My mind's not right, my mind's not right

Abel, come on, give me a reason
I am not as bright as I could be
Abel, come on, take me with you
Everything has all gone down wrong

You turn me good and God-fearing
Well, tell me what am I supposed to do with that?
I'm missing something
Yeah, I'm missing something

My mind's gone loose inside its shell
My mind's gone loose inside the shell
Well, I'm missing something, yeah I'm missing something
Abel, my mind's gone loose inside the shell

Well, my mind's not right, my mind's not right
My mind's not right, my mind's not right
My mind's not right, my mind's not right
My mind's not right, my mind's not right

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