I’ve been listening to “R.I.P.” by Bikini Kill on repeat for about two hours now. I fucking love the song. It always makes me kind of want to cry, but in a good way…. Also, I think I may post a fucking personal ad on Yahoo, because I am pathetic… anyway, a poem:
………
It was 2 A.M.
In the morning
I had just got off of work
I was walking down the street
With a bunch of groceries
Dangling in my hands
When I heard a loud voice
Scream at me:
Hey you, come over here
In an act of pure instict
I dug my mace
Out of my pocket
And ran to my apartment
As fast as I could
Because I figured
I’d rather be safe
Than be another statistic
I started a new Death Industrial/ Power Electronics project called Die Rote Form with my friend Kai. LISTEN TO OUR SHIT HERE
I always seem to get involved in bands with dudes who are at least 15 years my senior…. It’s very cool dark noise stuff, check it out for sure. We should have some releases coming out soon…
It’s been awhile since I did a non- poetry update on this thing. Well, during the past few months I’ve released two albums, started another band, made a few short movies, did some gigs and got another job working at a grocery store. I’ll post info on the music and the movies later. Just wanted to confirm to the five people who read this thing that I am, in fact, alive….
Listening to old pop songs
Playing on the radio
While I’m at work
Every song is about love
Either about being in love
Or losing their love
Yeah, love is cool and all
But why couldn’t these hacks
Ever sing about something else?
I am a horrible compliment giver
And an even less competent friend
But still you lunge yourself foward
Eager to place your thoughts
In my inept yet caring hands
I’ll never know why
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.
