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Distorria and I just shot this thing last night. It’s weird and kind of 50’s exploitationish. It comes overdubbed with a poem and a dark ambient soundtrack I made.

Worms crawl into my skin
They masticate on my organs
I spin my tails and clap
Another pinhead exploited
For the sake of political correctness

I’ve been thinking about what experiences and events I valued the most about last year, and here’s the list, in totally random order:

1. Moving to Columbus
2. Visiting Victoria/ playing the NOISE! Fest
3. Actually being able to land a normal job
4. Quitting said job
5. Releasing the recordings out on Roil Noise and Noise-Joy
6. Getting jumped (it made me understand myself a bit more)
7. Almost getting jumped/robbed with Distorria (made me understand more about myself in relation to her)
8. Going to Trauma 2006
9. Meeting Alyssa Sturgil
10. Meeting/ jamming with David Thorne
11. Another year with Distorria, which is an event in and of itself, considering how psychotic we both are.
12. Cutting my longass hair after 4 years and immediately regretting it.
13. Finally finishing and releasing Time is a Bastard!
14. Being able to sell some of my art on Ebay
13. Meeting the nudist guy (confirmed notions in my head)
14. Auditioning for the strip club (made me realize a bit about myself)

There’s a bit more, but those were the main highlights I could think of, sadly. I’m hoping I’ll focre myself to do more this year. So far it’s starting off better.

I could heal your wounds
but what would be the point?
I know you well enough to know
you’ll just cut yourself open again

On my way to work
I had to go through
some of the worst
neighborhoods
in the city

I used to find it funny
that there were all
of these billboards
talking about
the dangers of
childhood obesity
when in these areas
kids were walking around
dealing dope and
carrying hand guns

I’m sorry, but I have to say
that the thought of a 12 year old
doing a drive-by scares me more
than a kid stuffing his face
at a local McDonald’s

Yeah, these kids won’t
outlive their parents
but not because they
ate too many ho ho’s
but because they
got shot in the fucking face

I don’t know about you
but I’d rather see billboards
about that

I instantly regret
half of the things that I say
as soon as they come
flying out of my mouth

it’s not that I didn’t mean them
It’s just that I can always see
how I could have said them
in a more articulate and
coherent way