FEMMES FATALES

CORNISH TECHNO QUEEN

2012-01-18T21:44:00.000-08:00

she! the psycho queen of desires. she can see through a persons every thought. he! hes a sick man with tainted desires. she comes to him, not to feed into his sickness,(he goes to her) but to comfort him in a time of eternity. all he wanted was to fuck and spank, all she wanted was to nurture lost souls while getting a proper spanking. with a little imagination, everybody gets what they want in an otherwise hellishly ordinary world. eternity will destroy time as they become less horny ghosts roaming the earth strangely(ghastly) waiting for a proper funeral, funded by their sour spawn trying to pawn off the event on the government. a sad day for an otherwise ordinary fuck

a recent facebook post

2012-01-06T23:12:00.001-08:00

reeking havoc these days, being a terror, a horror in most ways.. when will i come down off this kick? will their be hell to pay?

fiske turns pro for his sins

2012-01-06T20:57:00.000-08:00

Hey Fiske, bad news I'm afraid son, we gotta make team some team cuts for this year, and had to make the call to cut you, I got the footage you sent through and it's just not at the level that we need to be seeing for this next video I'm afraid, I love you and you're one of my faves, but going forward Heroin needs to be guys that are out there and doing stuff. Its just been so difficult getting anything from you too. On the plus side you won't have me hassling you anymore and you can ride for Fancy Lad now, so there ya go. No hard feelings eh lad, we had some good times

FISKES INTERP
"dear fiske, please dont retaliate by throwing some of your techno beats at us over here in california at HEROIN SKATEBOARDS operations ,,,, Fancy Lad, skateboard company has become such a threat to what california skating is about that we must hide any and all aspects of its lathargic art form from popular skateboard beliefs,, "although your skateboard skills are at an altime clever, its lacks the drive and anger of what the youth need in this economy to help direct them to new uprail skills that big time skateboarding companys want,,, "uprail" its just what sells... skateboarding was born in california and it will stay breeding in california,,, without me your underground fatherfigure of clever skateboard devices,,, my techno rave style just wont captivate my previous sponsor..... but it is true,, after much thought,,, i am afraid !!!! wait noooooo!! ah man, that sucks, heroin was a good video time with my friends.... oh well,, i guess its back to bike messengering full time in freezing winters.... my mom is gonna be pissed when she finds out i got kicked off my only skateboard sponsor! shit

TV as EYE's retina

2011-02-16T07:34:00.000-08:00

sitting at home, alone in my dark room lit up by one candle, -that is one setting on this said night.

walking down the street in the hilly burbs, heavy lit by street lamps, with a thick creamy mist so moist i wanted to hang my tongue out whilst walking and pretend it woman. no cars in sight, parked nore driving. the trees had no sway, the leaves were still. there was this crow,, definitely a crow. the crow with its black eyes was looking at me, i know this from a sense that was given to me, my powers of belief often get mistaken with supernatural powers.... belief to me is quite supernatural. with my late night perception came new eyes that the sleepers will never see out of, if even anyone else exists to know how to seek out this option of melting lust eyes.
the crow was watching me and everything was still, quaint and lovely, yet eery. especially eerie because the streets wet and shiny began to melt and swirl and steam, similar to multon lava, but with no light other than the reflected light from lamps. i probably would have cried from the strangeness of what my eyes selected to melt,, -the streets and not the sidewalk) hallucinations are a selective, separate entity from the mind within the mind and i probably would have cried from this oddness but i have encountered these impossibilities many times before so ive learned to appreciate as art what the unknowing might appreciate as horror or terror.... adrenaline is high at these types of visions, .....visions or maybe alternate parallel realities, whichever you want to name them....

so the reason for my night outing other than to get some fresh air and escape my dark room was also to get a nice drink, a nice chilling coconut water. but i become more and more unsure that this drink even existed judging by the metamorphosis that was taking place in the streets... no one was out... but walking a little further i notice a flickering bluish light coming from the top floor penthouse window of a mansion in my neighborhood i had never noticed before,,. the light projecting out of the window almost looked like a hologram of the northern lights, i had to get a closer look. next to the mansion there was the old brick firehouse that had been converted into an old folks home, the fire escape spiral step case on the side of the building was the thing i climbed to get a clean look into the window of the mansion, at my own peril of course. when i was high enough to look into the window of th mansion- i did so, and the second the light that was projecting out of the window hit my retina my brain scrambled!!! and the light coming out of the window left and my eyes took on the life of the mansion and all that ever happened inside of it.... i imagine the same powers that Cyclopes from X-men had i now had as well... this was allot to handle,,,, and the dark, shiny, melting streets took on a new light,,, they sucked in all ligght and became red like molton lava and started flowing downhill and parked cars tires popped and caught on fire, the sidewalks were still solid so i climbed back down to the sidewalk to closer inspect this phenomenon. with a head full of transient images of the mansions life and my eyes as projectors i seemed to have woken up the sleepers and they all came outside in their jammys to see what the bright light was... i looked at the giant wall and projected my thoughts on it,,, it was all pornography and all the people came onto the sidewalk next to me and we all sat down to watch for the next 2 hours as a block party.

over the next 2 hours the streets had cooled down stopped flowing and solidified. i liked it better when they were lava. all the parked cars had disapeared and the streets were clean and smooth the people felt free to walk in the streets and the street lamps had all absorbed the fire from the street itself during the melting and now the lamps all have a lava lamp effect that continued to make the streets beautiful.... off in the distance i saw two dogs fucking, hehehe, and the crow was still there, watching me, but this time its eyes were just tv static.... static that looked like fluttering bats escaping a snow storm, very repetitive. FIN

brains in the mouth of a lover gone zombie

2010-12-17T09:01:00.000-08:00

lost luggage in dimension x

2010-12-08T19:59:00.000-08:00

lucid in my life at night
influenced by flight, i reach a new height
my mind is thick with hallow sky
i travel far and wide and high
im high as fuck, i cant come down
never a home, never a frown
ive been forgotten in such a way
in such a way ive lost one way

lucid in the life i live
im fluent in the way i move
influenced by doubt i'll ever come back
i now live a life ive lacked
influenced by liquid
my mind is a lake of lucid
and im high on alien squid ink

high as fuck, i arrange for a ride
to the ends of all times and to the highest of highs
high as fuck, i take a trip
on an apparatus fueled by luck its surly a gamble
the ride looks like a bike and some kind of woolly camel
riding the edge, i become the edge
and they cant bother me, no one can bother me
not a bitch and not a thing
not a thing would understand, not a bitch could be better

i thank luck for this high
and i take responsibility for the way i act within

WARM GUN HUNTS AT NIGHT

2010-09-19T10:16:00.000-07:00

i may have sacrificed my virgin
a fort night i dwell in
dilated pupils for the vice that excited me
diluted with poison solution for my eyes welled with wet
trying to forget the excite that once lit up my life so right

tight, tied, and tangled in a labyrinth of a knot
my heart learned of love it cant be untaught
who could've forgot?

my vice, inanimate, i make it come to life
my life, cartoon esq animated and mangleable like clay
life, in it's know i have strong desires
hands me temptations on fire
dripping from the sky like vulva scented napalm fire
holding open my mouth i sacrifice my vice for life

i know my lust for life is sacred
i know i must indulge in suck-face

you're quite a gal your mouth is open
I'd hate not to inject with ecstasy potion

Ive learned to fly and its exactly how I'll die
dive bombing into my vault of vice when no one is looking
locked away with my phantom female of clay

no cult sacrificed a slut to their god
but a goat a rabbit a sheep and a hog

vengence, one size fits all

2010-09-04T17:31:00.000-07:00

DEATH! ONE SIZE FITS ALL, -INFINITY
DEATH!, ONE SIZE FITS ALL, -ETERNITY
DEATH! THE MOST FASHIONABLE SORROW
DEATH! YOU MIGHT NOT SEE TOMORROW
ITS NOT AN INSTINCT, ITS AN IMPRINT, DEATH
ONE SIZE FOR ALL... AS IT ECHOS DOWN THE HALL DEATh...
DEAth....DEath.....Death.....death..
YOUD BETTER CATCH EM ALL...
LATCH ONTO THE WALL FOR IT MIGHT GET YOU
AS IT ECHOES DOWN THE HALL
DEATH....DEATH....death...death
LIKE A BOUNCING PHANTASM BALL
AS ELASTIC AS GLASS, DEATH ALWAYS COMES BACK

LIKE A STORM OF REVERBERATING PHANTASM ORBS...

LIKE A STORM OF REVERBERATING PHANTASM ORBS...

IM VERY SURE..... LIKE A STORM OF PHANTASM ORBS

2010-09-02T09:35:00.001-07:00

these pics really pull on my heart circuits and gnaw on my memory loins

2010-08-28T21:32:00.001-07:00

so im out of the house and i have no idea what im doing. BUT! im out of the house and have no idea what im doing! and it feels great.

i brought a knife with me and would constantly fantasize about having to kill bears

just past Cazanovia NY im biking up the biggest hill ive ever seen and near the top i give up and start to walk. i hear something coming up on me, "no, it couldnt be" this full blown lesbian coming in hot riding a fuckin shit walmart bike passes me, as she's passing me i say to her, something like , " " some coment on the hill i said, but she gave me the meanest scowl ever. those lesbians are a determined bunch, more power to em. heh, she wasnt even fit, she was powered by man hate. she hated me. her eyes were yellow!

mike linquist jumped into the fire...... and metalica wasnt even playing

so i got to the top of that Cazanovia murder horn of a hill and im sittin down sweating a rapid river and the sun is beating down. i put on these blue blocker sun glasses that i had bought and as soon as i put them on the sweat from my forehead instantly pored down my shades creating an lsd effect and the sky turned to fire...

after seeing in the clouds a sea horse a scorpion and a yin yang i said to myself ive had enough and left the shades by the side of the road for the next goer wanderer to pick up tune in and drop out. right after i deside its time to bomb Vietnam style the back side of that 2 mile hill "and he did"

had a run in with a gay perv, had to show him my knife, that fucko!

i went 50 mph down this one hill, and caught air off a bump!

decided to get a motel, did i mention how awesome TV is? ultimate jump rope championship, bmx racing, the big lebowski, watchin that stuff eating a huge pizza to my face all by myself.

kordan showed up on his motorcycle to meet me in Geneva, its at the top of lake seneca, one of the finger lakes, trout capital! we had a ball we went out on foot for two days taking it out and chopping it up... "and we did"

i lied to people who asked me how many miles i would do in a day to sound more amazing, whatever ya know

i slept behind an abandoned churh in teh middle of nowhere and in the morning layed there for two hours with my pants down tanning my dick and airing out the boys, a ride like this one its crucial to air out the boys. not to often genitals see the sun.

this trip is better than college because it teaches me how to live without shelter. mosquitoes all the time at night, (solution) sleep near this giant wall of spiders, (solution) i slept under a bat nest, bug problem solved, woke up with bat poo on me, but the spiders all stay on the wall, they dont treck through the grass. etc knowledge yada yada

i have tendinitis in my achilies tendon, its creeks like a rusty door, much pain for hundreds of miles, death metal helps to embrace the pain, also i mcguivered a cast which took an hour to make. i know i will be fine, pain is all mental. i got to understand pain a bit more, some is real some is fake, all ignorable within due time. i wasnt gonna let pain take my ankle and pain realized that, so now i have my ankle back, still creeks a bit, but no pain

ive been having these reoccurring dreams with holograms in them.. i had this one sex dream in a motel bed -i was at a canadian rave sitting on a black leather couch and a girl and her boyfriend came up to me with some electronic apperatus and sat down next to me, the girl opened up this thing and showed me a hologram of a dude getting his dick sucked,,, i never had a voyeristic experience like that before. i looked at the girl who showed me the hologram and we connected and i started to finger her, it was amazing.

i made friends with the Amish

after buying a watermelon from a farmer and me telling him the story of a lesbian passing me uphill on a walmart bike the farmer loved me, i was sitting on his lawn and he was dealing with some new tourists passing buy, a mom and he young boy about 10. i think the farmer told the tourists of my feet and when i threw it away i said "thanks" and "bye now" and as i was leaving this little girly lookin boy was jumping up and down saying "bye, bye, good luck!" its time to put this watermellon to an uphill challenge extraordinaire..... i was burping up bits of watermelon and swallowing them back trying to hold it in on the way up that hill. it was an entire watermelon i ate. on the downhill i ended up puking at about 45 mph... that little faggot eyed kid kind of inspired me, he seemed so excited.

didnt sleep for three days at one point, (awesome)

did i mention tv is awsome in motels? -whilst watching "ghost ship and writing up some scribble notes i fart.... and have been farting, its a new born smell, very peculiar , i debate weather or not to write about the farting in my scribble notes as a joke.. in the backround of my mental version of the scribble notes, on tv some black actor in ghost ship says -"do you smell that"? "yes of course" i do i thought to myself. i decided to add it all to my scribble notes on paper, though the actor wasnt talking to me, another actor replied "thats the smell of booty" of coarse it is" i thought to myself.

when neologism becomes more than just fancy word play and is played upon, youve got yourself "neologasm"! -neologasm) the suppressed feeling that was always there just needs a creator like any of word by courtesy of author. (orgasm) the maker meets the made, the made becomes the maker........ are we made, or are we discovered?

nothing is invented, all is discovered, it just takes random evolution to reveal it.

"you never know what you didnt know" -jonnyism

i only learned what i needed to learn and forgot what i didnt

we the makers want our children to be smart enough so they can provide nice death beds, live our legacy and seek vengence at our alleged enemies.... "those whom prevent legacy"

through pleasure i climax, climax is my discovery rather, climax is the death of a certain pleasure. i will die another day as i love. death is indescribable, but we will discover it. life is unreliable

a routine is a straight and narrow road that we must bend so that we can free ourselves from certain pleasures that are killing us....

i love what once was

death! like playing the piano with freddy crugars gloves on....
while the fat lady sings with a hallucinogenic frog down her throat
the fat lady.... singing while dying..... dying to cut little children in their dreams....
death!, its fear inducing..
death! anything to be discovered was already there
to discover is not to create

i had conjunctivitis from rubbing snot into my eyes, forgetting that that causes conjunctivitis. i get to another motel, i go to the drive in next door and am hitting on this young girl as we are mixing ketchup and mayo together for my fries, you know, i was hittin on her whatever, sweet girl, i just wanted to see if she wanted to come over and watch tv, thats it., i was to weak for anything and i know im dirty.. i went back to the room and looked in the mirror for the first time in three days, i had fogot i had swollen tear duct blood red eyes.. heh, that sweet girl didnt even react to my ugliness not even a bit

so another hologram dream i had was this never ending session of me hacking up zombies one by one with a pavement saw, it was getting exhausting because the dream wasnt going anywhere, it had to have been atleast 2 hours of this gore. i see a zombie i notice personality in him, hes not coming to attack me, i sense danger.... i walk up closer for another inspection, the zombie appears to be wearing bright orange power gloves which he stole from a scientist that when you put the gloves on you become a hologram! my brain couldnt grasp the concept of a hologram zombie so i think that concept was like a mechanism telling me its time to wake up fiske, "and he did"

i kept getting chased by mean big dogs, doberman a German Shepard, another. that was exciting

i love the amish

i get back home and im told by a friend that his friend, who is a girl did the same trip as me out west with no destination just like me, just west as the main idea. and i guess she did it way faster than me.... when he told me that i quickly whipped up an excuse, the one about my hurt ankle....

and that was my trip, i destroyed demons and some doubts. ada boy

faggot eyes

with wrath they eat.... and drink fermented grapes... and meat...... and they think, they grow strong and wise and get sick as they huff and spit..... and kick

my phantom love soars away, ive lost my way i wind up on the floor in a strange room, and my spirits fly away. im on the floor staring at the ceiling looking like im dreaming, dreaming of my meaning.
im lost past my means, and the ceiling is looking green.
yes ive wound up on the floor drifting away and so much more.
im up there on the ceiling looking down at me grinning, and smiling at the ceiling,
looking like im screaming, delirious and glowing,
shining at the ceiling oh! so many feelings
a gravity switch! i must be on the ceiling

crap, i cut off a bunch of the pics in half... maybe refer to my myspace for all the pics http://www.myspace.com/egoofeve

this has been 500 miles

ZOMBIES ARE SHIT AT MANEUVERING

2010-08-04T10:52:00.000-07:00

sure its fine to plan things out sometimes, but what if there was a bunch of zombies walking up your street to your house and you only had enough time to grab your bike, your axe and some water? what then?! could you handle it?.... its time little one, to maneuver, its time to move. yes i understand the plague will sweep the nation, but im on the move, im on the get up n go, with my bike, my axe and other necessities i can gather on the way. "on my way where? it dont matter, theyre coming, at least i have a little time to have some fun and test my axe skills and maneuvering.

PHILLIP THOMPSON SHARES THIS WITH US

2010-07-01T23:43:00.001-07:00

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BOtPwJQtiMs

REMINDS ME OF MY LIFE

2010-07-01T23:25:00.000-07:00

FUUUUUCKKKK YEAH!

2010-07-01T23:18:00.001-07:00

my dreams are in 8 bit and my realities are 16

2010-07-01T23:15:00.001-07:00

DUBSTEP

2010-06-29T17:12:00.000-07:00

http://www.myspace.com/egoofeve

2010-06-28T22:57:00.000-07:00

if youre reading this you probably saw the note i left on my bike. my funeral will be a joyous event with much love and much snacks.

sexual deviant

2010-06-26T17:31:00.000-07:00

in the world of sexual voodoo i think that the spell is the strongest when it goes in through the nose.

more new songs, such

2010-06-25T00:42:00.000-07:00

http://www.myspace.com/egoofeve

new songs w lyrics

2010-06-22T08:55:00.000-07:00

http://www.myspace.com/sexdwarf

2010-06-14T09:26:00.000-07:00

i think marty mccue typed this, i found it on his computer

2010-06-13T07:59:00.000-07:00

Anyway you slice it, this album cuts. I had to get a wooden finger tip like Toni. Burn after listening man, you will die.

This album is spraying blood and hell. It had me face first in a trashcan and then just picks me up by the chin as if to say ‘had enough?’ then a Puerto Rican fence climber shoe in my face. #$%^@ HOT!

this didnt really happen, but it could have

2010-06-07T14:11:00.000-07:00

i was so hungry hiking in a forest. i saw an apple way up high in a tree by its lonesome. i looked at the apple real hard thinking of a way to get it down. i looked at it for five fucking minutes and i came down with a writers block.... luckily the apple fell out of the tree by itself and rolled right up to my feet like a child's play ball to a dangerous intersection. i broke free from my writers block and i bent my back down to pick up the ball...... . i held the apple in front of my face and noticed a mass of worms wiggling their way to the skies. people should think this sort of thing is gross, i didnt think of it as a concern, probably should have, i let my belly take care of that, i took one big bite of that apple..... and then i took another big bite of that same apple, and so on until just core i held.

--------------------------its two day later and im still lost in the same forest, im becoming a local, im developing night eyes that glow for the sake of putting fear into the non-locals. two days later and my stomach aches and i havnt shit in two days. i think i have worms.. --wondering around lost and hungry i stumble across that same tree, FUCK! i think to myself and then i share it loudly with the other forest creatures, "FUCK!" a giant crow flys from that tree, could have been death but im almost sure it was a crow. i watched it fly up, maybe to spot a meal..... but the crow just kept flying up and up like a balloon of helium, i thought "hmmm, strange". and then i shared my mind with the forest "WHYYY!!!".... i fell to my knees and blood coughed out of my mouth..... worms in blood it looked like.

oh, and this of course

2010-06-06T19:40:00.001-07:00

new song check it out, its all about love and explosions, and love explosions

2010-06-06T19:15:00.000-07:00

http://www.myspace.com/sexdwarf

have you ever had to compete like this? its tough being a girl

tonsils of the sea

2010-06-06T16:12:00.000-07:00

why?

2010-06-06T16:08:00.000-07:00

http://a32.video2.blip.tv/3620002496396/Fos-CASPERFISKENYC311.mov?bri=3.2&brs=4655

katie kimbrell

2010-06-06T14:47:00.000-07:00

katiekimbrell.com artist who didnt call me

a nice hug feels good

2010-06-05T07:35:00.000-07:00

2010-05-26T19:15:00.001-07:00

2010-05-25T19:55:00.001-07:00

existential obstacles and distractions including despair, angst, absurdity, alienation, and boredom.

blade runner

2010-05-25T19:40:00.001-07:00

Blade Runner is set in a future world in the midst of an urban megalopolis, and yet, one can easily feel the solitary peace and vastness of the universe.
I'd love to lose myself in such a setting.
I'm sure many have desired for a world where everyone and everything exists only to set stage where they are the most supreme and everyone else is nothing more than a supporting backdrop.

OF COURSE WE LIKE FIRE, ITS A CONCEPT REALLY

2010-05-24T21:20:00.001-07:00

classic, CLASSIC, OOPS!

2010-05-24T21:18:00.000-07:00

HAHHAHAHA, FUCKIN UMBRELLA

best boys 1 and 2

2010-05-24T21:15:00.001-07:00

only a true genius could hate a work of art

2010-05-24T21:13:00.002-07:00

TREEEEEEEEEEEEEES W/ PATH

2010-05-24T21:13:00.001-07:00

in pain, please kill me, due to a broke back

2010-05-24T21:11:00.000-07:00

why dare? just bother.

2010-05-24T09:38:00.000-07:00

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N7wtQ-V9Cnk&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=arL04K3HLMw&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xG_wZVnVZlU&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=26R1Hromqis&feature=related

she was all a dream

2010-05-18T21:21:00.000-07:00

effort is useless in the rules of attraction
i never leave my house without my street dice and pack a' smokes
knowledge is useless in the house of lust
be prepared with a candle and bottle
im dumb as hell when the clock strikes midnight
that's time to make my moves
fuck wise, I'm riding blind and feeling my way to rock bottom
of course with a shit eating grin on
i hate pants at this time
this time is a dream

XXX

2010-05-14T18:07:00.001-07:00

I FOUND A HELPFUL HINT IN POISON
YOU CAN LEARN A LOT FROM DEATH
I KNOW WHATS RIGHT BUT I DO WHATS WORST. I SWALLOW DEATH AND SHOW IT ON MY FACE
IF YOU DRINK IT RIGHT YOU MAY LOOK MYSTERIOUS
IF YOU DRINK IT WRONG?
IT SHOWS ON THE FACE OF THE WITNESS

WOOF!

2010-05-14T18:01:00.000-07:00

WHAT A SERIOUSLY SARCASTIC JOKE IVE GROWN UP TO OWN.
IT STARTED AS A GIGGLE AS A SMALL BOY. AS PUBERTY HIT IT BECAME AN EDUCATED LAUGH. NOW THAT IM 26 I CAN SEE IT LAUGHING AT ME. I REMEMBER NOT BEING ABLE TO BREATH IT WAS SO FUNNY. IVE SEEN THE ELDERLY CHUCKLE AND IVE SEEN WITCHES CACKLE (HAHAHAHEHEHEHEHEHHAW!)
BUT WHEN I GROW OLD I AM STILL A BIT CURIOUS WATCHING A BABY DO IT LIKE IT DOES, LAUGH, CRY, LAUGH, CRY (ETC). I THINK I MAY KNOW WHAT IT IS, AND I THINK SENILITY IS JUST A CREEPING REPEAT OF TODDLER-HOOD, SHITING PISSING, STARING INTO SPACE, LAUGHING AT THE OPPOSITE END

JONNY QUEST

2010-05-14T17:59:00.000-07:00

THERE IS NO DESTINATION
THERE IS NO SUCH THING
THE QUEST IS ETERNAL
THERE IS ALWAYS SOMETHING
HOW LITTLE LOVE MAY LOOK FROM THE STARS
IM A BIG SHOT AND IM THE JUDGE
IM IN LOVE AND IM GONNA STAY THAT WAY UNTIL I DO SOMETHING BIGGER.
IVE TOUCHED THE STARS
AND IVE COME HOME
I GET SICK OF HOME
I GET STAR SICK
I LOVE SICK LOVE
STARS ARE FAR
BUT NOT ABOVE LOVE

IN THE NAME OF A LOVE CONCEPT

2010-05-14T17:54:00.000-07:00

OH THE THINGS IVE DONE JUST TO TRY AND KEEP THE DREAM ALIVE. "STAY IN LOVE" IM TOLD BY THE MASTERS NO MATTER IF IT LOVES YOU BACK. (THE SUFFER) I CREATE FOR MYSELF, BECAUSE WITHOUT IT, I CAN REST. I CAN REST WHEN IM DEAD, AND OLD PEOPLE DIE. LOVE IS SUPERFICIAL WHEN YOURE YOUNG BUT ITS AS REAL AS IT GETS. HOW COULD LOVE NOT BE? I GOT EYES, IM BLIND TO OTHER OPTIONS. LOVE ONE WAY WHEN YOURE YOUNG AND LOVE ANOTHER WHEN YOURE OLD. WHEN YOU FORGET LOVE EXISTS.........HMMM HOW COULD YOU FORGET? LOVE IS EVERYWHERE, NO MATTER HOW YOU JUDGE IT, LOVE IS PAINFUL, LOVE HAS WITHDRAWL, WE ARE BORN INTO IT, WE HAD NO CHOICE

BARK!!!

2010-05-14T17:42:00.000-07:00

dear love,
why have you shaped yourself as woman?
dear love,
we are very different. i wont try to be you and you dont be me.
dear love,
you're excellent matter.
you're liquid, you're flesh, just let me do the rest.
dear love,
you wont listen. if you did you would be trying to be me. if you did i wouldnt know what to say.

i try to connect my languages to you, i act and i like to.
i try to gesticulate my love when i see you.
you couldnt begin to understand, its all mine.
"i am what i love, not what loves me"

i am this shit i ingest!
i am this shit and nothing less!
i am this...... until i digest.

seek seek seek seek

2010-05-14T17:09:00.000-07:00

i just rode..... so fast........ so hard...... so fuuuuuriously mad! my music.... fucking loud as hell, i think i was possessed, spit was spraying out of my mouth and i was swearing incomplete swears but you could get the idea from the intensity of my face. my veins were bulging out of my brain and if anything got in my way i would have destroyed it. cars barely even slowed me down but i barked and i growled and spit and screamed in the general direction of anything that got in my way.... . i just happen to be attached to an apparatus that is helping me through a hard time. the hard time being she doesn't love me... i beat the shit out of my bike and i was so heated at one point i think i may have been on fire...... i beat the fuck out of my bike, and my body and my lungs, scrrrrreaming! FUCK!!!!! DESTROY! i can beat my bike but i cant beat a women. i can lean my bike up against the wall and admire its craftsmanship. i can own a bike and a bike is beautiful, "thanks for helping bike, i love you". god?, thank you for the fine craftsmanship in some women. life is a bitch, then you marry one. i hate that show sex in the city, i hate hand bags. what the fuck is happening to me? i lost my voice from the outside in.

this dude gets laid proper

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remind me i need to watch SOLARIS

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animals believe in god

2010-05-06T18:54:00.001-07:00

this one is worth it

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hmm

2010-05-04T18:28:00.000-07:00

9 to 5....... the greatest thing god invented for society since apples

pickled brain age... !SO! play these two clips at the same time, but watch the bottom as you listen to the top

2010-05-04T18:19:00.000-07:00

and this is what it looked like to me, it showed itself to me

blastphomic plague

2010-05-04T16:54:00.000-07:00

......wind sounds the way it does when it blows because of the shape of the things it blows across in the pattern that it blows in, there are to many sounds to be comprehended, so the sound we hear is a gentle static. if you shape a piece of wood and blow into it you get a particular sound, thats one shape and one man blowing, not a whole forest with the sky blowing, -exciting stuff.
so i opened my mind and i heard a few things inside the static, and it made me see the shapes of the sound, (in waves' they were', waves in motion. like the curls of the sea rocking out with friction from the twists of the sky. and then all went silent and the view was from above the back of my head looking through my transparent skull looking at an alien conscience controlling my body in a chair and office with a fax machine an a little mini coffee coolata. the alien was making my body dance and move in the shape of the waves from the friction of the static sound of the sea. in my mind i vaporized into little bite sized particles and floated off transcending space and time. one onlooker (my friend) said i looked like a fish flopping around on the ground, they said i was having a seizure, but in my mind i was dancing. my particles then regathered and i formed my body back again,, but things were different, all my senses were mixed up and my mouth was my eyes and i could hear through my tongue and also taste color. it was beautiful,, i wanted to describe it to all the girls Ive loved,. tell them what it is like. surly they would love the way things show themselves to me....no! i mean the way i see things, yes! but the bad mix up in the senses was... well i don't know if this is one of the senses, ,maybe the seventh sense, but i was shiting through beneath my fingernails, i think i stopped biting my nails after this vision, or reality whatever. so things went quiet and like a wind up music box i sat in a spinning chair and squinted my eyes, i began to spin myself by using the tips of my vulcanized soles to do twists. and with my eyes squinted i began to draw invisible lines going along the edge of all the shapes on everything in the room., it started out as music, i have never heard before or could even comprehend, i spun right round baby and more lines would appear on more shapes and patterns began to appear. the patterns i knew in my heart always existed but why hadn't i seen them before? its like touching a bit of god, being able to see such beautiful patterns, and to have them set to music for me like a visual music box. the room being the box. and when to many lines appeared, i heard static..... though it sounded like the wind blowing and the sea crashing, the faster i spun in the chair the more the static would fill my senses, the hues and saturation of the color i was seeing from the music i was inventing began to change and new colors were seen. NEW COLORS! o k i lied about taking a shit out of my fingernails, but that would have been clever.

dream i just woke up from exactly how it went

2010-04-29T15:23:00.000-07:00

so i had a dream that i was searching for a way out of one strange room and getting stuck in another, some of the rooms had water as a floor and you had to break a alien code to get to the next room like it was a game. the dream went on, as strange as can be. in my dream i had an aerial view looking at some middle aged giant sized people playing a board game, rolling dice and stuff. an old woman watched worried the miniature world i was in as a man she was with moved a piece on the game. she said out loud but i couldnt hear it, "dont do it" she said someones name that wasnt mine, the wiew zoomed back into a young boy playing by himself in a room while his dad was at a meeting and he asked his dad about this door in teh backroom but his dad shooed him away. the boy opened the door and went in, behind him the doorway he went in disappeared. this boy went searching through a maze of odd rooms and came across a cult planning on eating him but the ritual was to be completed first. the boy found a friend that helped him escape and they finally came to an end of the rooms and they swam out into an open land and teh sun was shining, it looked nice,.....

moral of my dream? probably that you are never lost if you have a friend

2010-04-29T00:14:00.001-07:00

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Colin Fiske i will always be inbetween, watching you and making fun of you as i sit here lonely, knowing how stupid you are, i am, in the right light, in the wrong mind
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Colin Fiske though somewhere a baby is being born and another elder has hit the hay
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Colin Fiske its all someone elses plan, idea lattitude and longitude
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Colin Fiske its all somewhere else
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Colin Fiske i wouldnt know would i?
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Colin Fiske anything could happen
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settle down grandma! i know what the fuck im doin

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awww

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team stretch out

2010-04-25T16:25:00.002-07:00

your stock kid rebelion kit

2010-04-25T16:25:00.001-07:00

hes a punk

2010-04-25T16:13:00.000-07:00

messenger

2010-04-25T10:03:00.000-07:00

hollywood for the average

2010-04-23T20:54:00.000-07:00

the people have spoken we want SAW IIVVX !!!!!

history repeats itself

2010-04-23T20:42:00.000-07:00

the more you read books and watch movies the harder it is to be original because you realize everything has already been done. if you have seen everything and still can be original, then......then.........then.......... oh bollocks, what is any of my opinionated information worth anyway? i talk about things like they are true and in fashion, if i started stating shit like it was an opinion then things wouldn't sound any good. so what youre trying to say fiske is that a new born baby is the most original character to meet? or one of those big dogs with the eye brows

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butt ta butt

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ode to my sponsors

2010-04-15T16:41:00.000-07:00

a professional athlete should never be seen stretching out or getting ready for his act. the fan should only assume he is immediately brilliant on request. the sponsors should have arranged a room for this before the final copy, the event takes place.

i'll say it

2010-04-15T16:39:00.000-07:00

i cant take credit for my life's masterpieces, because they came to me in a dream.

2010-04-11T20:52:00.001-07:00

Women are made to be loved, not understood.
Oscar Wilde

2010-04-11T20:51:00.001-07:00

Woman begins by resisting a man's advances and ends by blocking his retreat.
Oscar Wilde

aint that truth

2010-04-11T20:48:00.001-07:00

There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book. Books are well written, or badly written.
Oscar Wilde

2010-04-11T20:47:00.001-07:00

There are only two tragedies in life: one is not getting what one wants, and the other is getting it.
Oscar Wilde

2010-04-11T20:46:00.001-07:00

There are many things that we would throw away if we were not afraid that others might pick them up.
Oscar Wilde

2010-04-11T20:42:00.000-07:00

Society exists only as a mental concept; in the real world there are only individuals.
Oscar Wilde

2010-04-11T20:41:00.001-07:00

Our ambition should be to rule ourselves, the true kingdom for each one of us; and true progress is to know more, and be more, and to do more.
Oscar Wilde

2010-04-11T20:39:00.001-07:00

Nothing is so aggravating than calmness.
Oscar Wilde

2010-04-11T20:38:00.002-07:00

No object is so beautiful that, under certain conditions, it will not look ugly.
Oscar Wilde

2010-04-11T20:38:00.001-07:00

Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else's opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.
Oscar Wilde

2010-04-11T20:37:00.001-07:00

Men always want to be a woman's first love - women like to be a man's last romance.
Oscar Wilde

tubevision

2010-04-11T20:36:00.002-07:00

Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth.
Oscar Wilde

2010-04-11T20:36:00.001-07:00

Man is a rational animal who always loses his temper when he is called upon to act in accordance with the dictates of reason.
Oscar Wilde

2010-04-11T20:14:00.001-07:00

I am so clever that sometimes I don't understand a single word of what I am saying.
-Oscar Wilde

2010-04-11T20:13:00.003-07:00

I am not young enough to know everything.
-Oscar Wilde

2010-04-11T20:13:00.001-07:00

I always pass on good advice. It is the only thing to do with it. It is never of any use to oneself.
-Oscar Wilde

2010-04-11T20:12:00.001-07:00

How can a woman be expected to be happy with a man who insists on treating her as if she were a perfectly normal human being.
-Oscar Wilde

battery acid

2010-04-11T20:10:00.001-07:00

Do you really think it is weakness that yields to temptation? I tell you that there are terrible temptations which it requires strength, strength and courage to yield to.
-Oscar Wilde