there is no fear here
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
Put down that Ax!
What did you expect?
Tomorrow... actually in a couple of hours, I report back to the school district. Back to the "Doom" game. The days spent in odd situation after odd situation.
I will be working 35 hours a week with the school district and hopefully as close to 40 hours per week with parks and recreation... cross your fingers for me kids. I know I should be sleeping but I just cant get into that groove yet. I have been listening to The Arcade Fire lately... and they are quickly climbing up the ranks of my favorite bands list. (Somewhere under Nine Inch Nails of course) Tonight, I leave you with some recommended listening and a slight poetic nudge.
So if you love stealing music.. try and get these in your collection yo.
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1. Sparklehorse = It's a wonderfull life
2. Arcade Fire = Cold Wind
3. Joy Division = Atmosphere
4. Nine Inch Nails = A warm place
5. Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds = The Ship Song
6. TV on the radio = Dreams
7. Ministry = The Fall
8. Aphex Twin = Avril 14th
9. A Perfect Circle = The Nurse who loved me
10. Mogwai = Tracy
11. Minus Story = Hybrid Moments
12. Gus Gus = Is Jesus your pal?
13. Elliot Smith = 2:45 am
14. a Whisper in the Noise = The Times they are a changin'
15. Daniel Johnston = Careless Soul
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goodnight silent screamer
The smiles all turn to shouts and terrible words.
Small fractured thoughts coming at it like small daggers tearing the fat body apart.
What would a brave man do?
Some day It will have to ask.
For now it covers up and prays for something to save it.
For a chasm to open up in the ground and swallow the tormenters up.
For the sky to crack open and God reach down and violently shake sanity back into the insanity.
It gets up and pretends for a moment to be a man, The facade of a life time.
The crowd stumbles back in horror.
What have we done.
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So goodnight ye scurvy dogs and sleep dry praying you don't awaken in Davey Jones Locker.
Love... Milk and Kisses.
Captain PirateFace
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How can you save me when you can't save yourself?
"nothing can save
you
except
writing.
it keeps the walls
from
failing."
— Charles Bukowski
you
except
writing.
it keeps the walls
from
failing."
— Charles Bukowski
2 comments:
John,
That's Scary and Funny at the same time... And, in that second panel, why are his nips so close??? Where'd you get that gem???
Later,
TBONE
P.S. Man, you better add me to that link list... Make me get all Rican on yo' ass...
Great poem man!
It's about time you got a blogger account!!!
Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
Let the john-a-thon BEGIN!!!
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