Quanell X was in Pasadena

and it caused quite a stir. I can't believe this shit still happens. That the KKK is even real. I know it is. I've even been to a rally. NOT as a supporter, but to gawk at the spectacle. I don't advocate violence, but anyone ignorant enough to tattoo a Confederate flag on their head, needs a spanking.

Beck - Round the Bend

I would give my left nut

for a copy of Jeremy Blake's video of the Winchester house. It's been hinted to be a reflection not only on Sarah, but on a woman's descent into paranoia. As for the nut, if given the proper amount of time and lighting one could be produced!

Since no offer has occurred, enjoy this...errr look up.

Benazir Bhutto: Bin Laden Murdered

Ah ha!

Very unfortunate

http://youtube.com/watch?v=UnychOXj9Tg

I'm still working on the whole, adding a video to my blog and not just the link, so sorry.

If you're a tad sketch on who Benazir Bhutto is, then click here. In this interview she claims that Osama Bin Laden was killed by Omar Sheikh.

Van Gogh Answering his Cell Phone

No one should call their own mother “fucking crazy”, especially a day before Christmas. We have it out in front of my paid for apartment while my current lover sits inside. He may be reading, engrossed in the leather bound V 2 of the Sandman series, or he’s listening in a precarious position. Just lifted slightly with one arm, while straining a recently whiplashed neck.
I don’t want to be that person anymore. To be outside explaining to both sides, “I know he/she/they are really great on the inside”. That sort of diplomacy fits poorly upon me. The attempt, really to beg, for someone else to stretch their own hatred to a form of kindness spills out of my mouth like a dead fish. The fish be it salmon or guppy, nothing good comes out of it, it’s just a fish. That doesn’t make any sense, but I realize that it doesn’t make any sense. You see, well you don’t, but what I mean is that I can’t produce the right words, save “you’re fucking crazy”. The problem isn’t only my lack of proper diction, but I have no loyalty. Now, more than ever my beliefs are too strained.
I’m imagining a little girl pulling gum from my head. Maybe it’s just tangled into my brown hair, but she’s there standing over me while I lay on the ground. She begins her dig like any archeologist slowly, and with tools. One finger squishes and is then stuck in the gooey pink. Inquisitively, she pulls it to her nose, nods and places her hands into the gobs of “sticky stuff”. No longer methodical she’s running her hands through me and takes notice of something to her right. Then she’s off. Fingers still plump with the gum, while she moves away. The pink clumps become transparent strings leading elsewhere. They haven’t broken yet, barely visible...
Matt read something that made him very upset. It was a leftover, not like the one Robbie tried to eat, but still something left in a box for far too long (even before Thanksgiving).
My pride has plum cut me tongue.
Ahh and my little cousin has distracted me from this blog.

Punkmaster: i hear some rum callin my name
aboulomania07: ha, that's it. If you can't be in islands...then something something, rum
Punkmaster: hell yeah

Two Star Symphony

are playing tonight at the Avant Garden(shmoozy I know). Show starts at 8:30. If I can find a ride I will be going.

mates of state

I like to play them after a particularly nasty call, or when I hit the 50th call from some ass that can't disable a pop up blocker. Christ, what's wrong with you people? It's soooo simple...

Which is why they are promptly transferred to technical support. Whew....

my knees

Are still swollen and sound like liquid is trapped in between my patella and my ligaments...wordy words. anyways this is what it would look like....

if I only had paint to play with at work..wait...

I don't mean to insult you

And I'm sure you already know but...

Spike Jonze will be directing Where the Wild Things Are.

I know a writer

A real writer! They exist....

And since he is no longer in this fine state, I will heckle him from my cubicle.

This book...


does not blow, yet teachers that give me B's do....Okay no, they really don't. Any prof that can sit through my bullshit isn't an ass. I guess I am...anyways...read it. OHHH wait! He sucks at drawing Turkeys...ha.

This is the sexiest man/chef/boyfriend/ I know.

Baby give me that suga

Recently, a couple I know ran off to Barcelona and Paris.
I saw the pictures...there were many pictures...
The photographer being the fantastical/assical cinematographer that he is, must have insisted on the multiple expressions/angles, thus producing thousands of shots. Anyways, they came back with a condom from the Musee de l'Erotisme shaped like a pig and a menu from this glorious restaurant.

Ipod being lame

I need to find/add onto my pc songs I seem to be missing....this is more of a reminder for me, and shouldn't really concern you.


Tarantino's Death Proof soundtrack
Slow Night, So Long--Kings Of Leon
Another Saturday Night--Cat Stevens
The Bad Trips
Miles Davis
Love On A Farmboy's Wages--XTC
Pulp - Cocaine Socialism
Jarvis Cocker

I know what I want for Christmas...a ticket to Mongolia so I can catch myself a new species!!!

There are two videos I think you should check out,
Death Digs Cheese
1940's(I think) trippy abstract video
If you're looking for more info on the creator, then google, Harry Smith. He created another video that is composed primarily of orbs shifting into different shapes, that reminds me of the first(and only) time I dropped acid. I shut the doors to my bedroom at Norhill and began to hallucinate burnt orange orbs moving slowly, like my own miniature suns across the walls. It was beautiful and not frightening in any way. The video that I have posted reminds me of something, but I can't remember what.

That first post was shit

I wonder if there is some sort of "profanity" requirements to this blog? On my end...like to regulate, or possibly exploit. Will certain words, FALAFEL
be a red flag for the government, or some starving burly gay man? These thoughts are what some nights are.
I hope whoever you are knows what a "some" night may entail. Oh fuck my obscurity! And to what endeavour? My obscurity to seem...I don't know smart? All it's really going to do is convince that burly gay man that maybe just maybe...there's a falafel at the end of this story.

I'm starving again. I need to sit in a corner and bash philosophers...one's with names I can't understand while drunkenly snarling at girls in pleated skirts.

What is causing me to fear and hate my own sex? Or is it just the ones that aren't playing by my rules. By my ideas of society and morals.....

There aren't many...the ones that I wont snarl at or morals.

I'd hate to stick to any one philosophy...or even a good thought. They all seem to tumble down so quickly.

Books pushed out by fucking MTV and republicans getting sucked off by children. Isn't the world beautiful...

You know what's funny. You can bury yourself in a mountain of shit, but it's still shit and you're still buried in it....yup...I didn't have a point with that one.

Look life...it's funny...yeah fucking sadistic at times, but funny. Beauty queens spinning on Heroin kind of funny.

Sex, is funny. All forms. What people let themselves slip into.

labels, scooters, vacations and the Shins mixed up on this screen could turn into Vonnegut dancing in his UNDERWARE.

how to slip in falafel....I had to google it. The word isn't a common one for me, and I even was a tad surprised to read it isn't just like pita bread. Sometimes it's fried...

I'm seriously just taunting that bear right now.

Aboulomania

Aboulomania, is an archaic term meant to describe a certain mania of "pathological indeciveness". I am that term, but with a few more neurotic ticks thrown in. This blog will be my hideout within my half of a cubicle, and hopefully a place that will breed discussion amongst my closest friends and fuck even strangers. Yes, there will be profanity and possibly questionable run-ons.