I had one of the toughest nights, and still cant accept that she’s gone. I said good bye and thank you (to her ears) for the last time… I love you grandma. you showed me true love -all my life, and looking at your baby picture, thanked God for someone as genuine, and caring as you. all of the dudes in my family… where would be without her? Somewhere shitty. She made us better men.
I love you, I want to make you proud…goodnight
I hate roller coasters but I’d be down to go on this.
This looks sick
I just.. omg
It’s dope as fuck. Yes. But also over in like 60 seconds -_-
been there done that. twas fun and noooo line. hurray season tickets!
fuuuck that shit. I’ve never been into a roller coaster, and never will be… I almost threw up on “space mountain” and im not afraid to admit it.. these things are dangerous and people get their heads chopped off… maybe thats bad because i was being sarcastic, but, no, really. This looks fucking nuts and im not cool with hitting a roller coaster, ever. especially now (because im really superstitious) and there is no way I will endanger my life, well being and personal value in character, putting it all on the line for some cheap thrills. Let’s snort coke and chill with some politicians or something
In the period from 1988 to 2000, the Pumpkins have only cancelled 4 shows.
tonight im looking at maps of the internet, and contemplating the evidence of a changing generation, a changing way of life -as people change every ten years, their habits, their academic focus, their pressures and stresses, goals in business and the market etc.. but I look back on the beginning of when this all made sense, when the world was coming together in my mind, and you know what? Honestly, the internet has played a huge role in my upbringing, as I also see it being a huge player in the media game, a huge player or actor in the world’s theatricality, in their fasad, in their surface level of a face, a form symbolizing a type of universal conscience… “KONY 2012” and “We are the 99%” kinda shit, the fucken image that media puts up as a subliminal message to influence our substitute in morals, and im honestly not quite sure where to draw the line at whether its ultimate goal is desensitizing in the name of strength…
Look kid, here’s a dead body…Shit happens, don’t forget.
”Red Asphalt” and “The Miracle of Life” have taken a backseat, or rather become a preemptive softening up for the big guns, playing the first few innings in place of ”The Closer” (pitcher that finishes the game)… the internet has taken the place of an end all, be all of education… and I mean this example by highlighting simple things such as: What’s cool, what’s trendy, who’s losing their minds on twitter,A tv host picking on a politician…which dictatorship is fucking up (with missiles), or the earliest remains of a forgotten Siberian elephant, and speaking of ancient collective, im almost worried that some sort of SHF scenario will go down, some sort of library of Alexandria bit will take place, and one day, all this collection of knowledge, raw telling of life through pictures and do it yourself garage repair guides, and advise on parenting or reviews of the better bistros, better Caviar, better films and methods in math, im semi worried that something will take place and erase all of this data, all of this information the internet has collected, and even though it only exists in binary code, magnetism, and electricity.. this place, the internet.. it seems so real, it seems as if it’s an imaginary world of its own, existing now in the forms of words and half sentences, in almost every language on the planet, and just between you and me, im kinda hoping nothing will happen to it.. not to knock on the millions of people without the world wide web, but i’ve learned too much to reflect back on the Dark ages, on the Medieval period and look ahead at the economics, at the pattern of humanity and speculate that something is coming again, that a catastrophic wave will infect our computers health, like the illnesses of a body…diseases plagued that tainted us so long ago, but with that in mind, and possibly a little paranoia involved, I carefully wait and see how this plays out for the generation of those to come…
I really hope, and honestly, im not sure what deep, sentimental location this is coming from, but for the sake of all things holy and pure, sacred and innocent… I’m praying to every cosmic being possible, (passed and present) that “Oceania” does NOT suck.
Too much rides on this one,
and classically speaking.. historically, -with some added antiquity or whatever, I honestly believe that this challenge of following up some work, (adding to a 44 track concept album, for example) I honestly believe that he’ll pull it through, that he’s had an ace up the sleeve we just havent seen, something we just never thought possible will happen, an upset in the music industry, but it’s tough to say with tracks like “F.O.L.” or “Death from Above”, “Owata” etc.. “the fellowship” was incredible… shit, American Gothic was solid, and that was from a period AFTER zwan and all that love triangle, D.P. BS.. but really, I think the art will speak for itself as a generational representation of change, and evolution in this digital era of auto-tuned has beens and empty lyrics.. I think at this age, with Paris Hilton left behind in old album art work.. I think it will all come to pass, and upwards will be the climb from here.
Love comes in colors I can’t deny, all that matters is love. Love your love.
so this new message thing on Tumblr here is kinda cool.
It’s raining outside, and my dog is warm, dry and asleep. I have my headphones on to keep her from waking, even though whenever I type, it comes out really loud… whenever I type, it sounds like i’m hammering away, and maybe I am, because maybe it’s quicker, maybe something about the rhythmatic (that is a word) reverb or whatever, maybe something about just hearing the keys slam against the plastic or carbonfiber or whatever this is.. maybe that’s what I need to hear to keep my mind going, to help me articulate my thoughts or whatever, get them out of my head and onto this here blog.. but anyways, I woke up early, went and got breakfast… took it to the park and watched the storm come in.. usually there’s dogs there for mine to run and play with, but nobody else was there today. All in all, im pretty content with my days off and although some things about the future are uncertain, im still keeping my eyes forward at the possibilities to come
Fairmount Park, Riverside California.
Fall 2011 found me here, with a backpack and food, water, and a camera, -side of this lake, alone and reading, reading this excerpt. I would drive about 20 miles, to watch the sun go down here, with these words, and this experience; reading over and over:
Tom: I didn’t go to the moon, I went much further -for time is the longest distance between two places -Not long after that, I was fired for writing a poem on the lid of a shoebox. I left Saint Louis. I descended the steps of this fire escape for the last time, and followed from then on -in my father’s footsteps, attempting to find in motion what was lost in space -I traveled around a great deal. The cities swept about me like dead leaves, leaves that were brightly colored but torn away from the branches. I would have stopped, but I was pursued by something. It always came upon me unawares, taking me altogether by surprise. Perhaps it was a familiar bit of music. Perhaps it was only a piece of transparent glass. -Perhaps I am walking along a street at night, in some strange city, before I have found companions. I pass the lighted window of a shop where perfume is sold. The window is filled with pieces of colored glass, tiny transparent bottles in delicate colors, like bits of a shattered rainbow. Then (all at once) my sister touches my shoulder. I turn around and look into her eyes… Oh, Laura, Laura, I tried to leave you behind me, but I am more faithful than I intended to be! I reach for a cigarette, I cross the street, I run into the movies or a bar, I buy a drink, I speak to the nearest stranger…Anything that blow your candles out! (Laura bends over the candles.) -for nowadays the world is lit by lightning! Blow out your candles Laura-and so goodbye… .
(She blows the canldes out.)
(The scene dissolves)
Tom’s speech at the end of the play
