Saturday, May 1, 2010

vanitas





Vanitas is a type of symbolic art, specifically associated with still life paintings from the 16th and 17th centuries in Northern Europe. The word vanitas is Latin and it literally translates to "emptiness". More loosely, vanitas symbolize the meaninglessness of earthly life and the transient properties of vanity. Vanitas were commonly funerary art, often giving the message, "memento mori"(remember you must die). Vanitas typically use skulls as the subject matter, symbolizing the certainty of death; but also they often feature rotting fruit, symbolizing decay, bubbles expressing the suddenness of death and fragility of life. Some even portrayed peeled lemons or raw seafood, things that are pretty to look at but bitter to taste, which some would say is similar to life.

mori




Fuck this shit. Fuck death. Fuck it for it not being easier for me. Because I care. Because I'm not numb and people think I am. No, actually, I'm talking about dying. Death is a whole different set of encyclopedias. At least, I hope so. It's kind of important to me.
HAPPY MAY DAY EVERYONE
LET'S TEAR UP THE STREETS.
The term "raw" is generally preferred to "lo-fi" in black metal circles.

Friday, April 30, 2010

B4B




afternoon kegger today!
3rd ave & 8th st

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

why sleep when you can fly?




You think this is about drugs it's not
Its when my 13th bad idea turned right
And I made up my mind to exploit it
It wasn't quite as hard as you'd think it might
But the timing was real important
And I had made up my mind to enjoy it
I knew a bunch of thugs
Who were just hanging around
I'd agitate and activate them
Make them come on board
I could feel the universe expanding
And my vision was all commanding
I gave them these tapes
I gave them the gift of electricity
They had a gift for theft
I had our bodies hanging below us like moorings
And we all got to school in the morning
Where the teachers were never more boring
And is that the end rushing towards me
Or is it the floor
Well either way
I never saw it coming and what's more
If I had
I would have ignored it
And that is why I never got caught
So fuck you and whatever the fuck you thought
It was like stepping onto
A moving train
It was like the whole damn
Thing was prearranged
Oh the timing was a beautiful thing
As for the end
I never saw it coming

this album still gives me chills.
ill never forget that story.

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

mischief season




today we tried to sneak into
Boo Radley's yard.
unsuccessful,
but we are not giving up yet.
dinner tonight at my house:
homemade ice cream, squirrel stew,
deer, bean stew, sangria.
and other delicacies of the
post-crumble planning
self sufficient
garbage picking
world.
love it/live it





anarchy & budweiser


"There's people shotgunning beers
in the road, people smoking
weed in front of this squat here,
this is kinda like..like..
anarchy, isn't it?"
LJ