Consumption Junction: The Cultural Significance of Britney’s Ass

I caught this post on Tech Crunch and in light of the hilarity of the 2007 VMA’s recently I thought it’d be appropriate to expound my opinion on a couple of things (btw, my opinion is awesome). I’ll first address the Arousal Industry’s latest blundervestment: making ringtones available on CD and selling them as ‘Ringle’s.’ [...]

Social Insurgent pt. 1

I’m in a crowded room drenched in red, drowning in glareWhere every whispered assumption and every silent condemnationIs testament to the bomb strapped to my chest.One might say, “he commands the attention of a room.”As the nitroglycerin is kissed by cellular trigger.Ring, ring, ring.
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In appreciation

Thanks to the one-man on the bar stool,You’ve given me a fresh supply of not being able to.Its not bad or great,Just a laundry list of what the fuck?And whose to blame?I can always hit mutate,Replicate like bacteria and facilitate those situationsWhere it feels like gravity is another investor in my demise.Unwilling to let [...]

From the Sons to the Sun – monkeys running things down here…

Bleak:Some mountain top village, a villain peering from a tower down at the ant sized humans below. The all seeing eye burns, a magnifying glass in the hand of a giant, snuffing out lives for entertainment.
“Deadliest attack by insurgents since the fall of Fallujah.” Those lines leak into the system, cross the wires, disseminate their [...]

cabron in the studio…attempting to document sound

ah. punk rock. in all its facile glory. waiting and watching the dials turn. too much listening, not enough feeling or maybe too much feeling. whats the diff? and who fucking cares anyway. studio is so antiseptic. too clean. too nothing. not like the hot sweaty practice room, where your balls stick to your thighs [...]

American Skeleton

A hillside spitting like a punctured arterybeneath the bridges of commercewhere the forgotten forge lonely bondswith the crude beauty of the elements.Sprayed in defiant patterns,dancing in a symphonyof despairThe assassin sleeps without anxietyEach bone has a functionAnd all the dead men sing“DISTRACTION”…we’ll cut your throat if you say too much…we’ll cut your tongue outDrink the [...]