30 October 2007

yeah...i'm not so sure either

so i'm watching these backmasks on youtube just loving the transcriptions of what these assholes hear. it really guides you through their lunatic poetry. you can sea numerous versions of the 'satanic' smells like teen spirit. fookin' hilarious. and at these same time a little poetic. these assholes should've just stole the supposed 'secret' lyrics and sold their millions records, then they could blow their brains out, and it won't just be youtube viewers watching. .

on a related note, if you buy a kurt cobain action figure, lunch box, whatever. you pulled the trigger. just thought you should know.


Saturday Evening Post - 1930s covers

halloween history



don't quote me boy

29 October 2007

billy was a lunatic barking at the moon

hope you can make it.

poster on wood plank. filtered by mennonites, rescued by dustbin12. also saved: orson welles' version of kafka's the trial.

how i build chains with missing links....
working title: the trial of billy the kid.
notes: remix funeral poster, narrative painting documenting trial. photo/historical research needed.

14 October 2007

no one needs to know any of this.

this is what passes for outdated information in rakookoo. all three of the paperbacks appear to have never been read. they don't need to burn the books when someone will undoubtedly pay 25 to fifty cents a pop for 'em.

12 October 2007

when i become a night

for years i have hated being called 'sir'. mostly because i've felt that it exhibits a false sense of respect, and a certain hierarchy that i tend to reject. this has become increasingly worse as i past 30, then the grey hairs from 32nd birthday, have not helped.....

as i drive out of the thru lane, i'm screaming to myself that 'sir' has nothing to do with a frog umbrella. i am at a loss hear.....why am i shouting at myself. why does this bother me? mostly because i know that the cheese does not stand alone. that personal freedom takes a collective. that the shape i throw is not mounted on horseback crusading on the seven o'clock news. besides, i don't even own a panama hat.

afternoon drive: sonic rapture.

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