Quineau was right

Tom Clancy could've been my dad
That's not what i'm saying
what i'm saying is i may have discovered a truth that could lead to immortality. you could already know it. Or knowing it, the immortality of the two green and black hands clutching in a really blue sky, could become an idea that's too big. But a hand a in pot that's boiling over onto the idea could make these things become no good. After all, the stereo is broken. By things i mean "IDEAS", but i don't want to turn this into a stylized hat just yet. Nor switch the format. after all, we are talking about truth. after all, i am writing about truth. The glasses don't ever fall that far down the nose, you know. no, no one is on this, but it's stimulating to see your hand look so tan on a keyboard on my head so i suppose it's a start. have i ever told you about Tom Clancy? have you ever done cocaine? the amount of fun i don't have should probably be illegal, i'm getting done with laws though.

I'm in a band/i'm a writer

my band is called ULTRA DUDES here are our pix:




Look! Someone wrote this!:

Maybe all my poems are just for Sad Pieces of shit or maybe all my poems are for the gentle giants but there’s this glory to being fucked up and not in any kind of exploited way. I’m talking about something real, realer than you can touch with your TV lens eyes, realer than your realest magazine, realer than a vice squeezing your nerves until they’re pulp. This shit is to be swam in and glory is to be found and that’s the real deal, boys and girls, so to the point that your love can never be commodified, that your worship is not bought and sold by faceless monsters in a dark cathedral telling you that worship is important on the dry erase board right next to the words “PARTY HARD” in the middle of the mall where I go to hang out with all of my friends and see all of my movies and read all of my zines.

Pointless Depression II:
See some smoke in the distance. Maybe it means this is all over. Maybe it means I’m dead already. These feelings are already so useless to me. Loss, ache, heart problems, fuckin’ whatever. They don’t mean shit and they are no excuse to get so disgustingly lame about fucking everything. Still, I see this smoke coming up from behind the last hill and I have to wonder if the end is near. Will my last words be a question?

Post Modern Essay Series on Slime, Volume I

Cooler’ juice, right her for real, this e.
But here’s some more.
I have no means with which to get into a collective head fucking minds
multiply and that’s really all
you need to know,
but these chanyway, every me out and I’m smelling worse and worse. I guess what I’m saying is:
Mom:
you might be proud of me.
I’ve aybe then body stand taking Something
this freaks s around drinking while we’re trying to flip domes.
Butt is not real.
I’m getting tired and out of umps still want to go for a rig like this:
“My Goddey!”. Inverted the concep lug have so many.
Set me phor.
The only weed I smoke is made out of intense quirkiness the entire hatred of the new William Butler here is a real fucking wood breaker.
meta folk records.
Yates was a figment of my imagination and I invented the whole canon.
York fucking of Chilldependence. My car is sick some thought they got from a zone disguised as a temple.
Real Disgust:
SenTenSecker than your ness and melted ated bly. I’m on the ty not by much. I car, also morpey of shit . This is infinit chances by this I me Le do the same, my poem is why your parents literary t’s got so stoked he created Miller Hi-Lyfe when I wrote this shit. I use metap-you can’t kill me, I narcs, this shit will no doubts be born dead:
I have ducked a million horses as similes, my similes an I sure have new math and maybe the science of thought: patience for too many non-thought or of decided A-red of taking chank I to take my show slow.
This one right off and to throw them in the lake. I’ll be two steps onto the water.
Maybe es. Everytime I say something now I have to “Say e juice but less than infinite boxes so how.”
Do I get this Sacred ‘Ecto’?
Some new lessons about the a stream of consciousness: We’re all an idiot.
Po explow you, I rodeded and that was beefoe conceived around with Bush in a tank and still beat him at video games. Time of burritos is greater but red.
I hired Dark Man X as my collective. Teach him your tour roadie.
After I ended up writing the Declaration of Ware Dads:
I think red tee. Pretty much cool with this new artpeople and are scaistic direction that will make every fucking head ever turn into kids gripping.
I’m My story a real wood breaker. I don’t believe that art actually exists, Ride or die
All these Oprah. Pay literally no attention to the last.
Slimer’s don’t die, Slimer’s the internet, the problem is that I’m not quirky enough.

The New Notes/Drum Solo Unto Dave

It's no secret that some of the most beautiful things can be the most fucked up messes.





Harry Pussy-'Ride a Dove'

Some things i believe (real?)

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-Emotions are real(?), don't dilute them, don't avoid them, hold to them. do yourself some justice...

-Liars are defined in the world as people who get caught.

-The truth is the biggest slut with the hugest ass who everyone has been taking advantage of and has had sex with in a demeaning way more than once and who no one really knows but swears is an old friend.

-Shut up talking about stuff if you don't know nothing about it. at least acknowledge you don't.

-You don't know nothing about anything!

-Blink-182 reuniting.

"This song is about the three of us."

Mark Hoppus before 'Stay together for the kids'

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-Pizza is a supreme being treated with not nearly enough reverence.

-Folks have alot more control over what is important than they will ever think.

-The Dead White "Endless Mess"

-Foque Mopus "Super Checkers, The Dog?"

-Support is important.

-you are important.

-give credit where credit is do, this often means to yourself

-get off your soapbox...

(BONUS ALBUM DOQWNLOAD CAPABILITY!!!!

HERE'S: 'METHRIDGE by COUSINS OF REGGAE' !!!)

(Couzinz)

notez: you might have to change file extension in these files from whatever it is to MP3 depending on your musical player. i don't know, i've never tried...but i've heard

So we can all meet again...

The Return

Watch the fuck out.