måndag, juni 29, 2009

When I'm Dead

When I'm dead I want to be a ghost that is visible every full moon. The history I would ever leave behind has no emotional attachment, but I am there to haunt the evil that ruled during life. All the messy memories from life have finally stopped haunting me and diminish. My good memories are passed on to those who deserve to experience themselves. When those good mortals take a photograph, a shining will appear behind them. The shining may cause grave concern, but really it is me guarding these people.

But what will these good memories be? Honestly, I look back at my childhood and admire the times I got to skateboard or go to the beach, but those days were short lived. Another would be petting wild horses in front of my house, but that too had a premature ending. As a ghost, creating memories for people is fairest. Memories are what one makes of them. As a child, my imagination was so happy and eccentric that when I look back on my childhood, my most important memories permeate my brain.

Who would I watch? That is to be determined. Who knows when I will die and who will and will not die before me. I want to watch over the misunderstood, the ones that are laughed at and deemed insane. And for all the rapers, flakes, and selfish manipulators, watch your back.

I'm the twitch under your eye you get when you're stressed. I'm the twitch you have when someone you don't trust taps your shoulder. I'm your nightmares and I'm your dream come true. I'm there when your feelings of lost desolation entrap your soul and you don't believe you even have a soul.

I'm present when you make memories. These memories are the best ones, the worst ones that make you learn something about life, and the ones that you will pass to the youth.


When you pass, I'll be there with open arms. I'll tell you stories of when you were born and what your parents were like as kids. I'll teach you to see the world in a different light.

fredag, maj 22, 2009

La fin est près

I put a spell on you...

And now you're gone.




http://www.esquire.com/features/chuck-klostermans-america/klosterman1107
http://www.melaniepullen.com/

måndag, april 13, 2009

Waking Up a Machine

Every day I live there has the same old goal and the same industry of liars.
Every day I fail.
Every day I think the liars expectations are reasonable, which makes me presume I fail.
Every day I think I recognize that run down reflection.
Every day I behave in the manner as directed by the liars.
Every day I am disconnected.
Every day is the same.

One day I start to question things.
One day I realize I am an On/Off button.
One day I decide I need to be dismantled.
One day I learn the art of stealth.
One day I stop and look into the mirror.

What is this?!
It's synthetic
It's paint
It was not designed to be human
This face cannot carry a fire in her eyes
And I'm sure she does not know her name
Evidence is lacking that the noggin obtains a cerebellum!

This human became a machine
Only the strongest survive
The strongest have become machines.

måndag, mars 30, 2009

Stockholm Syndrome



Being kidnapped from your home by a lunatic only to fall in love with him/her is conceptually so fascinating to me. Stockholm Syndrome is one of my favorite subjects and I try to substitute worries with evaluations of how a person falls in love with the enemy. I often dream of it as well. Does panic just get too unbearable and their need for comfort gets out of hand that they simply find comfort in their abductor? Is it simply just a symptom of brain wash? If I were kidnapped, I wouldn't be surprised if I too would fall in love. I like old, creepy individuals- they intrigue me. But lets hope that does not happen.

tisdag, mars 17, 2009

Fuck YEAH! (x3)


As every knows, the Yeah Yeah Yeahs are fucking back! The new album, It's Blitz, is much different from their old stuff so a lot of apprehension will probably surface even with their fans. It is not my favorite album, but I still really like it. Karen O has entered her 30s and the new decade has made her hotter. She seems more confident and less childish. The other 2 look the same, maybe a bit older.
The video takes place in San Francisco, see if you recognize the locations!
Zero-Yeah Yeah Yeahs

söndag, mars 15, 2009

MOTHER OF FUCK

This clip from The Poughkeepsie Tapes has haunted me for days. You better watch it.

This is not a true story, it is pseudo-documentary, according to Wikipedia at least. I have taken some sleeping antidotes and thus, too lethargic for investigating. So make the story what you want. Happy viewings.