Day Of The Dead lyrics
Hell is full time to empty
Human flesh feeding frenzy
"Here comes the dead"
Open graves ghouls a plenty
Zombie army machine is ready
"Here comes the dead"
When the dead come arising
You see their eyes you're hypnotized and
They eat your guts out,
In now you're the "Living Dead"
"Here comes the dead"
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Friday, October 30, 2009
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Ray Nelson's "Eight O'Clock in the Morning"
At the end of the show the hypnotist told his subjects, "Awake."
Something unusual happened.
One of the subjects awoke all the way. This had never happened before. His name was George Nada and he blinked out at the sea of faces in the theatre, at first unaware of anything out of the ordinary. Then he noticed, spotted here and there in the crowd, the non-human faces, the faces of the Fascinators. They had been there all along, of course, but only George was really awake, so only George recognized them for what they were. He understood everything in a flash, including the fact that if he were to give any outward sign, the Fascinators would instantly command him to return to his former state, and he would obey.
He left the theatre, pushing out into the neon night, carefully avoiding any indication that he saw the green, reptilian flesh or the multiple yellow eyes of the rulers of the earth. One of them asked him, "Got a light buddy?" George gave him a light, then moved on.
At intervals along the street George saw the posters hanging with photographs of the Fascinators' multiple eyes and various commands printed under them, such as, "Work eight hours, play eight hours, sleept eight hours," and "Marry and Reproduce." A TV set in the window of a store caught George's eye, but he looked away in the nick of time. When he didn't look at the Fascinator in the screen, he could resist the command, "Stay tuned to this station."
George lived alone in a little sleeping room, and as soon as he got home, the first thing he did was to disconnect the TV set. In other rooms he could hear the TV sets of his neighbors, though. Most of the time the voices were human, but now and then he heard the arrogant, strangely bird-like croaks of the aliens. "Obey the government," said one croak. "We are the government, " said another. "We are your friends, you'd do anything for a friend, wouldn't you?"
"Obey!"
"Work!"
Suddenly the phone rang.
George picked it up. It was one of the Fascinators.
"Hello," it squawked. "This is your control, Chief of Police Robinson. You are an old man, George Nada. Tomorrow morning at eight o'clock, your heart will stop. Please repeat."
"I am an old man," said George. "Tomorrow morning at eight o'clock, my heart will stop."
The control hung up
"No, it wont," whispered George. He wondered why they wanted him dead. Did they suspect that he was awake? Probably. Someone might have spotted him, noticed that he didn't respond the way the others did. If George were alive at one minute after eight tomorrow morning, then they would be sure.
"No use waiting here for the end," he thought.
He went out again. The posters, the TV, the occasional commands from passing aliens did not seem to have absolute power over him, though he still felt strongly tempted to obey, to see things the way his master wanted him to see them. He passed an alley and stopped. One of the aliens was alone there, leaning against the wall. George walked up to him.
"Move on," grunted the thing, focusing his deadly eyes on George.
George felt his grasp on awareness waver. For a moment the reptilian head dissolved into the face of a lovable old drunk. Of course the drunk would be lovable. George picked up a brick and smashed it down on the old drunk's head with all his strength. For a moment the image blurred, then the blue-green blood oozed out of the face and the lizrd fell, twitching and writhing. After a moment it was dead.
George dragged the body into the shadows and searched it. There was a tiny radio in its pocket and a curiously shaped knife and fork in another. The tiny radio said something in an incomprehensible language. George put it down beside the body, but kept the eating utensils.
"I can't possibly escape," thought George. "Why fight them?"
But maybe he could.
What if he could awaken others? That might be worth a try.
He walked twelve blocks to the apartment of his girl friend, Lil, and knocked on her door. She came to the door in her bathrobe.
"I want you to wake up," he said
"I'm awake," she said. "Come on in."
He went in. The TV was playing. He turned it off.
"No," he said. "I mean really wake up." She looked at him without comprehension, so he snapped his fingers and shouted, "Wake up! The masters command that you wake up!"
"Are you off your rocker, George?" she asked suspiciously. "You sure are acting funny." He slapped her face. "Cut that out!" she cried, "What the hell are you up to anyway?"
"Nothing," said George, defeated. "I was just kidding around."
"Slapping my face wasn't just kidding around!" she cried.
There was a knock at the door.
George opened it.
It was one of the aliens.
"Can't you keep the noise down to a dull roar?" it said.
The eyes and reptilian flesh faded a little and George saw the flickering image of a fat middle-aged man in shirtsleeves. It was still a man when George slashed its throat with the eating knife, but it was an alien before it hit the floor. He dragged it into the apartment and kicked the door shut. "What do you see there?" he asked Lil, pointing to the many-eyed snake thing on the floor.
"Mister...Mister Coney," she whispered, her eyes wide with horror. "You...just killed him, like it was nothing at all."
"Don't scream," warned George, advancing on her.
"I won't George. I swear I won't, only please, for the love of God, put down that knife." She backed away until she had her shoulder blades pressed to the wall.
George saw that it was no use.
"I'm going to tie you up," said George. "First tell me which room Mister Coney lived in."
"The first door on your left as you go toward teh stairs," she said. "Georgie...Georgie. Don't torture me. If you're going to kill me, do it clean. Please, Georgie, please."
He tied her up with bedsheets and gagged her, then searched the body of the Fascinator. There was another one of the little radios that talked a foreign language, another set of eating utensils, and nothing else.
George went next door.
When he knocked, one of the snake-things answered, "Who is it?"
"Friend of Mister Coney. I wanna see him," said George.
"He went out for a second, but he'll be right back." The door opened a crack, and four yellow eyes peeped out. "You wanna come in and wait?"
"Okay," said George, not looking at the eyes.
"You alone here?" he asked as it closed the door, its back to George.
"Yeah, why?"
He slit its throat from behind, then searched the apartment.
He found human bones and skulls, a half-eaten hand.
He found tanks with huge fat slugs floating in them.
"The children," he thought, and killed them all.
There were guns too, of a sort he had never seen before. He discharged one by accident, but fortunately it was noiseless. It seemed to fire little poisoned darts.
He pocketed the gun and as many boxes of darts he could and went back to Lil's place. When she saw him she writhed in helpless terror.
"Relax, honey" he said, opening her purse, "I just want to borrow your car keys."
He took the keys and went downstairs to the street.
Her care was still parked in the same general area in which she always parked it. He recognized it by the dent in the right fender. He got in, started it, and began driving aimlessly. He drove for hours, thinking--desperately searching for some way out. He turned on the car radio to see if he could get some music, but there was ntohing but news and it was all about him, George Nada, the homicidal maniac. The announcer was one of the masters, but he sounded a little scared. Why should he be? What could one man do?
George wasn't surprised when he saw the road block, and he turned off on a side street before he reached it. No little trip to the country for you, Georgie boy, he thought to himself.
They had just discvered what he had done back at Lil's place, so they would probably be looking for Lil's car. He parked it in an alley and took the subway. There were no aliens on the subway, for some reason. Maybe they were too good for such things, or maybe it was just because it was so late at night.
When one finally did get on, George got off.
He went up to the street and went into a bar. One of the Fascinators was on the TV, saying over and over again, "We are your friends. We are your friends. We are your friends." The stupid lizard sounded scared. Why? What could one man do against all of them?
George ordered a beer, the it suddenly struck him that the Fascinator on the TV no longer seemed to have any power over him. He looked at it again and thought, "It has to believe it can master me to do it. The slightest hint of fear on its part and the power to hypnotize is lost." They flashed George's picture on the TV screen and George retreated to the phone booth. He called his control, the Chief of Police.
"Hello, Robinson?" he asked.
"Speaking."
"This is George Nada. I've figured out how to wake people up."
"What? George, hang on. Where are you?" Robinson sounded almost hysterical.
He hung up and paid and left the bar. They would probably trace his call.
He caught another subway and went downtown.
It was dawn when he entered the building housing the biggest of the city's TV studios. He consulted the building director and then went up in the elevator. The cop in front of the studio recognized him. "Why, you're Nada!" he gasped.
George didn't like to shoot him with the poison dart gun, but he had to.
He had to kill several more before he got into the studio itself, including all the engineers on duty. There were a lot of police sirens outside, excited shouts, and running footsteps on the stairs. The alien was sitting before the the TV camera saying, "We are your friends. We are your friends," and didn't see George come in. When George shot him with the needle gun he simply stopped in mid-sentence and sat there, dead. George stoond near him and said, imitating the alien croak, "Wake up. Wake up. See us as we are and kill us!"
It was George's voice the city heard that morning, but it was the Fascinator's image, and the city did awake for the very first time and the war began.
George did not live to see the victory that finally came. He died of a heart attack at exactly eight o'clock.
Friday, October 23, 2009
I might have photos in an art show in January
i just received this in my flickr inbox,
"We love your Polaroids and would be honored to have you involved in our gallery exhibition + limited edition book.
Our non-profit organization, ISM: a community project, is presenting a tribute to instant film and the discontinued Polaroid 600 Series with a gallery exhibition + limited edition book entitled INSTANT GRATIFICATION.
We just completed INSTANT GRATIFICATION: Orange County with over 3,000 Polaroids from around the world... We are still building our family of Polaroid lovers.
The opening reception of INSTANT GRATIFICATION: Los Angeles is scheduled for 6:00 PM on Saturday January 9th, 2010 at the Copro Gallery, Bergamot Arts Complex, Southern California's largest art gallery complex and cultural center, located on eight acres in the heart of Santa Monica.
We would love it if you would like to participate in the project and submit some photos for the exhibition. All of your photos will be protected in a plastic seal during the exhibition and will be returned back to you after the event.
For more information about this project please don’t hesitate to ask me any questions. You may also visit www.ismcommunity.org or www.ISMcommunity.org/FAQs for more details. "
now, who wants to party?
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Season of the Witch, not Halloween III
Will someone please kneecap this motherfucker so he will finally stop making shitty movies that I enjoy watching so much. Fuck you Nicolas Cage for being such a complete fucking dickhead, I hate that I enjoy watching your crappy fucking movies.
one of the best interviews I've ever read
Nathan Williams has spent 2009 busy and stoned. Rapturous press attention for his lo-fi pop project Wavves quickly translated into a Fat Possum record deal and a transcontinental tour schedule--best of all, the 22-year-old will finally be moving out of his parent's San Diego house. His latest effort, Wavvves--which was recorded in Apple's GarageBand, at a fidelity that might charitably be described as substandard--features three-chord anthems about boredom, beaches, and weed. We called to find out how this combination could possibly bring about success, and left just as confused.
I read something about you jumping off a trampoline into the water off of a forty foot cliff.
That is fucking great, I love that that story got there. [To someone in the background] Apparently I jumped off a trampoline into the ocean now.
Is that true?
Off of a trampoline? [laughs] No, that's not true.
You don't actually like going in the water.
It's not that I don't like going in the water, I'm just afraid of the ocean because the ocean is scary.
What is the scariest part about the ocean? Are you afraid of the sharks, the reef?
I just almost drowned once, so I don't make a habit to go in and test my luck.
But your music has a lot in common with Dick Dale, and you've cited the Beach Boys as an influence. How big of an influence is surf rock?
Musically, ...the Beach Boys... I'm sorry, I don't understand the question. I'm really high right now.
How important is surf rock to you?
Yes it is. It's very important. Everything about the beach, the music that is influenced by it, and the surroundings of it.
You told Pitchfork that your dream merchandise would be a surfboard made of marijuana with a Garfield logo on it. But you've said you don't like the water.
I would smoke the surfboard, I wouldn't take it in the water. It's made of weed.
Do you think California should legalize pot?
Yes, but it basically is legalized. You can get a medical card, anybody can get it.
Obama answered that question and gave a straight up "no."
Oh really? I don't know why my dog let me down.
Are you still writing songs about being bored and lazy?
I'm on to new stuff, I can't write that anymore because I am neither. I guess I'm still lazy.
So this stoner persona, this is for real, it isn't some kind of joking exaggeration?
Sadly it's real, my friend.
I read something about you jumping off a trampoline into the water off of a forty foot cliff.
That is fucking great, I love that that story got there. [To someone in the background] Apparently I jumped off a trampoline into the ocean now.
Is that true?
Off of a trampoline? [laughs] No, that's not true.
You don't actually like going in the water.
It's not that I don't like going in the water, I'm just afraid of the ocean because the ocean is scary.
What is the scariest part about the ocean? Are you afraid of the sharks, the reef?
I just almost drowned once, so I don't make a habit to go in and test my luck.
But your music has a lot in common with Dick Dale, and you've cited the Beach Boys as an influence. How big of an influence is surf rock?
Musically, ...the Beach Boys... I'm sorry, I don't understand the question. I'm really high right now.
How important is surf rock to you?
Yes it is. It's very important. Everything about the beach, the music that is influenced by it, and the surroundings of it.
You told Pitchfork that your dream merchandise would be a surfboard made of marijuana with a Garfield logo on it. But you've said you don't like the water.
I would smoke the surfboard, I wouldn't take it in the water. It's made of weed.
Do you think California should legalize pot?
Yes, but it basically is legalized. You can get a medical card, anybody can get it.
Obama answered that question and gave a straight up "no."
Oh really? I don't know why my dog let me down.
Are you still writing songs about being bored and lazy?
I'm on to new stuff, I can't write that anymore because I am neither. I guess I'm still lazy.
So this stoner persona, this is for real, it isn't some kind of joking exaggeration?
Sadly it's real, my friend.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
I stole this from myspace, please kill me
What are you listening to?
the deadly syndrome - emily's pants
If you can have anything in this world what do you want?
a new soul
Who was the last person to comment you on myspace?
c vas
Has anyone ever told you they love you?
pffff, have you looked at me?
Last time you talked to your number one?
months ago
Do you think you'll be married in 5 years?
i hope not
Was your last text from your friend, best friend, boyfriend, girlfriend?
wanted me to drive way to far
Do you laugh at things most people don't find funny?
all the time. tonight, at work, i walked away from a table and heard a lady say,"ohhh! look how tossed this salad is!"
Do you ever think "what if" about anything?
what if i still went to school?
Is your room ever clean?
all the damn time
Did you see anyone attractive today?
i saw some cuties at work...and i mean, i did go to hellz' house today
Kissed someone today?
hellz and i weren't drunk enough
Lost a friend?
i got maps
Yelled at someone?
i wish
What did you do today?
watched the office, got free coffee, bought cigarettes and went to work
Have the cops ever came to your house if so why?
we had a dance party once
What's your favorite song?
queen - don't stop me now
motley crue - kickstart my heart
Do you know what you want to do with your life?
die
Can money buy happiness?
it can buy everything else
Do you miss having a girlfriend/ boyfriend?
totally bro
Do you drink a lot of water?
i'd rather have a beer
Who is your first top friend?
that is worded terribly but i think the correct answer it's looking for is grady
What kind of mood are you in today?
over it
Do you miss anyone?
fuck em
Did you see the movie Twilight?
damn you, raven
Are you gonna be home alone tonight?
if you ride alone you ride with hitler
Do you like your life as of now?
lame
Have you ever drank with your number one?
totally bro, we canonballed
When was the last time you really laughed?
when i thought to myself,"i'm really spending time doing this when i could be reading"
How long is your hair?
my chest pubes connect to my ball fro
Who was the last person to hug you?
my boss who bought me a beer after work
What should you be doing?
reading
the deadly syndrome - emily's pants
If you can have anything in this world what do you want?
a new soul
Who was the last person to comment you on myspace?
c vas
Has anyone ever told you they love you?
pffff, have you looked at me?
Last time you talked to your number one?
months ago
Do you think you'll be married in 5 years?
i hope not
Was your last text from your friend, best friend, boyfriend, girlfriend?
wanted me to drive way to far
Do you laugh at things most people don't find funny?
all the time. tonight, at work, i walked away from a table and heard a lady say,"ohhh! look how tossed this salad is!"
Do you ever think "what if" about anything?
what if i still went to school?
Is your room ever clean?
all the damn time
Did you see anyone attractive today?
i saw some cuties at work...and i mean, i did go to hellz' house today
Kissed someone today?
hellz and i weren't drunk enough
Lost a friend?
i got maps
Yelled at someone?
i wish
What did you do today?
watched the office, got free coffee, bought cigarettes and went to work
Have the cops ever came to your house if so why?
we had a dance party once
What's your favorite song?
queen - don't stop me now
motley crue - kickstart my heart
Do you know what you want to do with your life?
die
Can money buy happiness?
it can buy everything else
Do you miss having a girlfriend/ boyfriend?
totally bro
Do you drink a lot of water?
i'd rather have a beer
Who is your first top friend?
that is worded terribly but i think the correct answer it's looking for is grady
What kind of mood are you in today?
over it
Do you miss anyone?
fuck em
Did you see the movie Twilight?
damn you, raven
Are you gonna be home alone tonight?
if you ride alone you ride with hitler
Do you like your life as of now?
lame
Have you ever drank with your number one?
totally bro, we canonballed
When was the last time you really laughed?
when i thought to myself,"i'm really spending time doing this when i could be reading"
How long is your hair?
my chest pubes connect to my ball fro
Who was the last person to hug you?
my boss who bought me a beer after work
What should you be doing?
reading
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Monday, October 19, 2009
my head hurts
Your nose is like a tower, like the one in Lebanon (Lebanon)
Your breasts are like two flowers, getting eaten up by fawns (fawns)
65 queens and 80 concubines (concubine)
Gotta keep you hanging around cause you gotta help drink my wine (wine)
And now you gotta stop
Your breasts are like two flowers, getting eaten up by fawns (fawns)
65 queens and 80 concubines (concubine)
Gotta keep you hanging around cause you gotta help drink my wine (wine)
And now you gotta stop
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Friday, October 16, 2009
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
The Expendables
Staring, written and directed by Sylvester Stallone and also staring Jet Li, Jason Statham, Dolph Lundgren, Mickey Rourke, Stone Cold Steve Austin and UFC fighters Randy Couture and Antonio Nogueira.
The Expendables hits theaters August 20th, 2010
The Expendables hits theaters August 20th, 2010
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Monday, October 12, 2009
Awesome Snake!
"This is a snakeskin jacket! And for me it's a symbol of my individuality, and my belief... in personal freedom."
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