Wednesday, September 30, 2009
The moar you know...!
peel in the sun - skittish kitten, paranoid and selfconcious. hiding in the heat, yellow shade and purple-blue electric rifts that gape at me from the dancing earth. sand bounces, vibrates - it reminds me of seashells, but with more spiders
Well shes walking through the clouds
With a circus mind thats running round
Butterflies and zebras
And moonbeams and fairy tales
Thats all she ever thinks about
Riding with the wind.
thankfully, the hot sawtooth edge of the day is quenched by purple passion, and fat bass nights. there really is no better way to work out frustration and depression then ketamine, cheap liquor and a pretty girl to dance with.
When Im sad, she comes to me
With a thousand smiles, she gives to me
Its alright, she says
Take anything you want from me, anything
back in the real world, the girl confuses me - which is probably my fault, if you try and hold onto something for too long it will only struggle harder to be free, but sometimes you're too damn scared of losing it to recognise that. I need to start taking my own adice. Just fucking relax, heyy... We're all here to have fun, and getting caught up reading meaning into something that probably has the simplest of explanations ain't gonna help.
I'm not gonna fight no more, not gonna push, not gonna pull. Seeds are sown, everybody knows the score. I can't control her and I'm not gonna try to - just gonna take a deep breath, be there when she needs me and not expect anything, not pretend anything. Not gonna work myself up just for the sake of it. i need to stop feeding off drama. Life is good right now. Enjoy it. We are young, we are free.
Fly on little wing,
Yeah yeah, yeah, little wing
We wad all our life up into one little roll, and then we shoot the roll. It is better to be a part of beauty for one instant and then cease to exist than it is to exist forever and never be a part of beauty. We are like human beings used to be before they became too civilized to enjoy themselves."
Sunday, September 27, 2009
and a tongue that lies
watch the earth dance
and the sun burn
i can't feel my face
but there's a girl.
and I can't get her out of my head
or the taste of her off my lips
Can the savior be for real?
Or are you just my seventh seal?
k e x i m a n e
i think i've finally found a drug worthy of a serious addiction
Monday, September 21, 2009
sometimes it takes me a while to remember where I am - it's dark, and it's cold, and it's empty. every time I open my mouth to scream, dry sand pours in - fills me up from the inside out and sets hard like concrete. I can't move - can't breathe
standing now, on the verge of something beautiful - my hand is on the doorknob, I can see light shining under the door - But I don't know it's source. is it the unsteady, flickering flame that could consume me again, run through my spine and leave ash trickling from my ear; or the warm diffuse glow of a heart beating in time with mine?
it's too early to tell. but is it ever too late?
she has lips that dance with red mischief, sweet wine that when i lay awake at nights - I can almost taste them, a whisper on the palate of warmth and shade and safety.
but i'm not half the man i should be. and i think people know it.
and that's got people worried
hell, it's got me worried.
i don't want to hurt her; but more then that, I don't want to get hurt. if I let her in; i run that risk.
but if I keep her out... I'll never have the chance.
fuck. it's been over a month since I last ate acid. I can't write for shit. I just spew tired cliche after cliche, I can't fucking THINK, I am DULL and fucking DEAD INSIDE
i want to fucking breathe again. feel again. love again
i'm ready for my heart to start beating now
will you put the air back in my lungs? the colour in my day?
the love in my life?
comes one of the biggest parties this year, three days of psy bliss and ground pounding
so far i have:
100 drops california silver acid
20 drops cali sunshine acid
50 mandala tabs (approx 75ug each, very clean)
10 C.O.S.M tabs (approx 2.5mg DOI each)
10 st albert tabs (approx 100ug each)
5 crop circle tabs (approx 50ug each)
1g pure s-isomer ketamine (usp grade xtal)
2g lovely yellow DMT
i'm planning to eat all the sunshine acid, probably the cosms, at slberts and the crop circles
most of the k
and a little bit of the dmt
it's going to be one hell of a weekend. pictures promised.
Sunday, September 20, 2009
impossible to leave a fingerprint on the cat's paws, but, with hands wrapped around each other - i can feel every twitch of her fingertip, every pulse in her thumb with her skin pressed against mine.
and my heart races
my mouth runs dry and it takes every ounce of my will not to lean over and press my lips to hers
and the train pulls into the station
moment broken -
but never forgotten.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Maybe you could bring some balloons – or make balloon animals to hang in my tree. I’d like to have this done some evening between 6pm and dark. The longer you can stay the better (like if you could stay for the whole 3 hours). Do you have any tricks you could do?
Like I said – I could cook diner and get you drunk – I’d even be willing to pay your cab fare to and from. I don’t have much to offer – and my neighbor lady is driving me nuts – so I want to drive her nuts. If you had a Mime friend – it would be cool to see you two chase each other around the yard or do relay races while I time you.
Let me know your thoughts – open to Men and Women Clowns.
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Where to go from here? upstairs, ... hidden in the attic, a shoebox stash with the little girl's bones who lived across the road when you were a kid
amphetamine of the masses, the vilification and uprising, public dissent
CAST DOWN THE ROCK SPIDER, THE MURDERED AND THE QUIET GODS
and holy coincidence.
let slip the cravings of chemistry
and man's money-bag
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
equipped with a sadistic genius and a bioengineering lab to put most universities to shame
naga jolokia chilli peppers were expressed with fn-556 genes taken from psilocybe subcubensis in order to develop phosphorylating tryptophanic enzymes in the inner flesh
by then growing these peppers in a semi-hydroponic set-up containing ground argyreia nervosa inner mill substrate and polyurethane husks and the appropriate nutrient constitute
we are given violently red chilli peppers with a scoville heat rating of approximately 900,000 (approximately ten times as spicy as nandos 'extra hot' piri piri) that also contain approximately 78mg/g of pure psilocybin...
ladies and gentleman - we have now developed the guatemalan insanity pepper. if the plants hold out I will be growing these in bulk and preparing them for sale online.
resultant in the generation of self-contained microcavitation, and massive extralimbic transmission of celluar fluid
suffice to say, big speaker = big mess
concurrence is imminent
concurrence is critical - supraposition of concurrent waves is the principle on which polytone oscillators act in order to cause physical damage - three oscillators being independently tuned vis microcontroller until two of three waves are detected to be sufficiently within phase - their frequencies are locked and then the third oscillator tuned manually by an operator, carefully brought onto frequency and headphones applied before full power is directed to the voice coils.
the doctor oscillator
with vinyl fingerprints
and gold-plated nerve endings
this vibe is infectious
it's like nothing at all you've ever heard in your life
macroscopic rhythm reflected in the dancing drink; basslines smooth like oil in your spine - the beat divine, of ageless rhyme
polished wax shines in the laserlight, feet bleed on the concrete with jazz tap steppin' to the razors edge
who are we? we are squarepushing.
pushing the envelope, knobjockeys and attack the gates
with experimental audio weapons systems
Sunday, September 6, 2009
whose eyes lied? and what's in the money? i stare with childlike wonder as people shout and scream, bay for blood and throw their credit cards at the television
it's electric, this feeling of submissive superiority - A warm voiced, ambergris answer to the quiet murmurs of dissent at petrol prices and how late the pizza guy was.
"i can be better then you because I don't care..."
where does it all go? cashflow, into the crook of your elbow - hundred dollars buys an armful, cheaper then a girlfriend and more reliable.
i guess what i'm really trying to say is that if you're finding society hard to deal with then heroin is a pretty good alternative to consider.
Even if you don't really feel like a leaving a comment, I'd love to hear from my readership, just to get an idea of how wide I've managed to fling off my filthy poison seed.
So please - Add me on mspace, or MSN, or send me an email. Drop me a line and if you live in perth, let's go for coffee and mescaline sometime.
Especially if you're a cute girl who likes narcisisstic, self-destructive substance abusers with a penchant for havoc.
Saturday, September 5, 2009
i've got orange juice
and you're gonna lose your shirt
and rely on
i don't know how much longer I can hold on without somebody helping me up
it's electric, fluid dynamic in colour and the warped gelpane that slithers up and down
melting into the cracks of your brain, filling your every neuropore and synaptic follice
that drives and builds, teaches and sings
a many-eyed song
of unimaginible fidelity
"Does being a DJ make you really good in bed, cos you understand body music and rhythm?"
"Do you have any party favors? We totally put out..."
Thursday, September 3, 2009
it's like fucking a mango hooked up to a car battery
sitting the deck of an aicraft carrier with a cruise missile
strapped to your spinal cord
smell the jet fuel, taste the anti-fouling paint
corrosion rivet rust
and a twist of gunmetal time
i find that life became a whole lot easier when I came to the crumbling realisation that god has forgotten about us. We were the sea monkeys he got for his twelfth birthday, put on a shelf, fed twice and then tried to ignore once we invented the AK-47 and started butchering each other
once the sound of gunfire and anthrax cluster bomblets got too much to bear he put us in his drawer and hosed the whole thing with raid - but that's still a few years yet to come
20/20 hindsight; an audible precession of the future through some kind of grave pandimensional prism - split infinities boldy splashed in visible spectra on the fabric of reality, my mind playing out the same scene, stuck in the groove, stuck in the groove...
needle to wax, to flesh, to bone... tattoo ink and veinline black, spiderwrapped and cinched tight like a tourniquet... words are bonds and molecules a poem... and they reverberate in my ears for years to come, my eyes burn like I've been staring at the sunnn....
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
I'm not on tour and I've never had a song go to number one on Beatport
I've never been featured on Juno Download or Track it Down, I've never released twice, but what I do know is that I've been listening to electronica for many years and I have every right to speak my mind against the fabricated music that is being released on a daily basis.
It's absolutely appalling!
All these people think that if you're on the Beatport Top Ten you're making something out of yourself, well you're making a mockery out of electronic music.
I'm a producer and I come from the underground and I'm... Quite frankly, I'm sick and tired and I'm here to go on these rants on message boards because I know I will never amount to anything and I need to make myself feel better.
So when I'm not high on cocaine, I will sit in front of this computer 'till the cows come home and continue ranting and raving about artists that are actually living out their dream.
'cause I never wïll.
I actually rather like Deadmau5
but the fact remains that when I go out to a club i hear nothing but the same boring fucking mainstream electronic music
to be perfectly frank, most of the shit I listen to and play (I actually am a DJ and producer) is quite underground, indie psychedelic trance and that kinda shit, and I don't expect to hear it at a club
but I'd still like to hear something at least a little bit fucking new or interesting - is that so much to ask for?
like, I get it - Deadmau5, Armin van Buren, Underworld, etc... They're good artists. For sure. But even when i'm playing at parties or clubs full of preps, normals and people would would never in their LIFE have heard of somebody like Shpongle, or Paranormal Attack, or Switch... It's still fucking good music and the crowd fucking loves it
so why does nobody play it out and about?
dear world: Do you only dance to songs that you know? or are you just about a good beat?