tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87816735738637736012024-03-05T06:31:50.558-08:00Of shoes and ships and ceiling waxdeath__cadethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18213043375375977219noreply@blogger.comBlogger32125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781673573863773601.post-19782980376138414072010-12-14T19:39:00.000-08:002010-12-14T20:10:50.908-08:00the world has turned and left me here<span style="font-size:130%;">In an attempt to bring her second knee up to her chest and hug it (because she seriously needed a hug but nobody was around) she slammed the top of her knee on the bottom of her desk.<br /><br />That sudden surge of pain shot through her body.<br /><br />Moments ago, upon picking up and folding a shirt, she had smacked her elbow against a piece of her door frame that jutted out more than the rest of it.<br /><br />A distant memory-voice in the back of her head began, the voice of a babysitter she had when she was young. Or young-er it said:<br />"My mom used to say if you hurt yourself a few times in a row it's because somebody, somewhere is saying bad things about you."<br /><br />A Rolodex of everybody she knew flashed through her brain as she told them all to fuck themselves. Then one of those horrible self pitying "what a painful inconvenience" noises rose from deep inside of her, where the stronger and potentially longer-lasting pain went to sleep. She turned away from her desk and her eyes fell to the floor.<br /><br />Then, slowly, so did her body.<br /><br />Sometimes when she would be taking the subway home, or walking around her neighborhood she'd see people who look like they were just about to collapse on the ground. Like there was one thread responsible for their entire body and if you just pulled it a little bit they would completely unravel into a pool on the floor.<br /><br />She lay on the floor for a minute, motionless, tracing the thread as it lead from the top of her knee cap, down her shin and disappeared somewhere near her radiator.<br /><br />Inside of her, another thread snapped, potentially with a silent, minuscule crack of the piece of coal that had been house sitting for her heart for the past few months. Somewhere in the black, cold substance maybe a tiny spark had exploded. The pressures that had been oozing her breath out of her lungs in painful steady strides turned the spark into diamonds. Shards of mineral ripped at the bottom of her eyelids and over flowed, scraping themselves down her face.<br /><br />she was now crying while Weezer blared out of her speakers, folded over on her floor.<br /><br />Pathetic.</span>death__cadethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18213043375375977219noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781673573863773601.post-58424046820849407742010-11-15T16:14:00.001-08:002010-11-15T23:01:50.459-08:00belly full of lead<span style="font-size:130%;">Contents of stomach as documented on November 15th, 2010:<br /><br />Barbed wire, Molten lava (as previously mentioned), A living "Frankenstein's monster" of song lyrics ranging from "good music" to the shittiest soft-rock-radio love songs one could possibly imagine, Snakes, Snails, Puppy dog tails, Cigarette butts, Misadventures, An arrangement of musky natural smells, Some assortment of heavy rocks and boulders, An anthology of vivid dreams I am still trying to digest, maybe a cherry of of vivid memories I am trying, <span style="font-style: italic;">dying</span> to digest, Bits of my nails I have been biting off and an electric heating pad.<br /><br />If that's not cause for constipation I just don't know what is anymore.<br /></span>death__cadethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18213043375375977219noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781673573863773601.post-33831915242523886222010-11-04T15:23:00.000-07:002010-11-15T16:48:35.138-08:00swallowed a volcano<span style="font-size:130%;">I understand that by 'heart broken' people place an emotion to a metaphysical symbol, that is really technically an organ.<br /><br />I understand if I was really heart broken I might consider being hospitalized.<br /><br />Lately it's felt like you live your life to meet people and fall in love with them. I have had many loves.<br /><br />Brief to not-so-brief. Spicy to mild, cream and sugar to black and bitter. Once I was in love with a movie star, once I was in love with my seventeen year old camp counselor, Caitlin.<br />You meet someone and they find almost instantly exactly where they fit in you. If they can't find a space, sometimes they make one or sometimes you move space for them and they crawl their way into you. Sometimes you can feel them, the way they fill you or even hollow you out.<br /><br />These days, I feel like I've swallowed a volcano; you pried open my mouth and I swallowed an active volcano. The lava molts over and turns into hard rock, every few days the pressure from my rib cage when I sleep or the sight of a boy on a bike or a place where we have been or the thought of us fucking makes my internal temperature rise. The lava reactivates and fills my stomach and chest with burnt orange rivers.<br /><br />I try to speak, but my heart beats so hard it fans the volcano and all that comes up is smoke and ash.<br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.swisseduc.ch/stromboli/glossary/icons/paehoe_lava.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 394px; height: 254px;" src="http://www.swisseduc.ch/stromboli/glossary/icons/paehoe_lava.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>death__cadethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18213043375375977219noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781673573863773601.post-72718785920285747152010-10-26T23:25:00.000-07:002010-10-26T23:39:04.993-07:00Huh<span style="font-size:130%;">Secret to making a blog you can actually write something personal on:<br /><br />Be a bad blogger and then NOBODY WILL EVER READ IT.<br /><br />It's two thirty in the am. The last time I checked my only friends were the chocolate fudge cream explosion in the freezer and the electric heating pad tucked in my blanket.<br /><br />I'm wearing your shirt. But I think somebodies special mom did their laundry before they left because your shirt doesn't smell bad. I mean musky. You don't smell bad. You smell like the way my face fits into the neck-shaped space between your jaw and your collar bone. You smell like the way your hands feel on almost every part of my body.<br /><br />I'm worried. About a lot. I'm worried I'm not strong enough to be alone. I'm worried your ability to leave me for so long and start up a mini-new life is because I don't mean half as much to you as you pretend to. I'm worried in the time you spend away I will build up walls around the parts of me you manage to find the little keys to. They're laughable, really. But I'm sort of determined.<br /><br />I'm worried about what comes later, and that I won't be able to enjoy the present thinking about the later. Every so often a small part of the way you smell wafts from the shirt and makes me really happy. I'm worried parts of me that you bring out can't work the same magic without you around.<br /><br />Ultimatley I don't know what to do, what you mean to me or how this is going to work out. You make me sad and frustrated.<br /><br />This is my 33rd post to this blog, and though I don't really give a fuck about it here is an adequate present:</span><br /><br /><object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0xkU5XCo8gc?fs=1&hl=en_US&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0xkU5XCo8gc?fs=1&hl=en_US&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"></embed></object>death__cadethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18213043375375977219noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781673573863773601.post-63573053482262714372010-03-05T14:18:00.001-08:002010-03-05T14:39:31.767-08:00Of Bella Donna and the nothing else that mattered.Bella Donna<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVA3UnHh1Itjrm0V-3w0vPfJxARpS_ZYwRJ0HZYJMHUsRL2PmZltHOFWBFljFjg9kTJgO4-BzlHJvXUiarSuC14jVV3Ez-VTeVr_tI0We4hH2QXV73fQ880GYLnm89Wd1IraeYCC_djzU/s1600-h/BellaDonna.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 428px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVA3UnHh1Itjrm0V-3w0vPfJxARpS_ZYwRJ0HZYJMHUsRL2PmZltHOFWBFljFjg9kTJgO4-BzlHJvXUiarSuC14jVV3Ez-VTeVr_tI0We4hH2QXV73fQ880GYLnm89Wd1IraeYCC_djzU/s320/BellaDonna.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445277847783191538" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;">I made her today on Marvel's website. I need to start drawing her sexy details soon... Unfortunately Marvel's options didn't include all the kick ass accessories she's going to have. But I think this would be a good little character of who she was before she decided to be a LEGIT super hero. Bet it blows your socks off. It's ok it blows mine off too.<br /><br />I also made a fort yesterday for a flyer fooor a shooow that is going to be pretty fucking awesome. I am not totally happy with said flyer so in posting it i am ashamed but that's what happens when your computer fucks off and the show is in a week.<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y94/FeverOFTheSOUL/Gabieflyercopy.jpg?t=1267827972"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 406px; height: 525px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y94/FeverOFTheSOUL/Gabieflyercopy.jpg?t=1267827972" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />That fort scared the shit out of me when I got home last night...<br /><br />Gabie's heart: la dee da beating beating everythings cool<br />Gabie's brain: Oh man can't wait to eat this sushi tomorrow<br />Gabie's heart: yeah btw that shit is horrible for me ... so much salt dude. so much salt.<br />Gabie's brain: yeah fu w/e<br />Gabie's heart: LOL jks jks i Love sushi<br />Gabie's brain: yeah i bet you do---OH MY GOD WHAT IS THAT IN MY LIVING ROOM! AHH!<br />Gabie's heart: WHAT?! WHAT IS IT! I CAN'T SEE SHIT HOLY FUCK *flatlines for a split second*<br />Gabie's brain: Oh. Nevermind it's that fort I made before I left my house.<br />Heart: ......fuck you dude.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span>death__cadethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18213043375375977219noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781673573863773601.post-2665661606936968192010-02-27T20:39:00.000-08:002010-03-01T14:30:02.446-08:00undercover slut<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">These are some of the best covers I've heard lately. I love covers. Duvets and shit, oh baby. What? Not those covers.<br /><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Right.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br />I'm going to post the originals too assuming you've all been living under rocks but your bones appear to be generally in tact so.... except for you, Mr. beetle but your hard shell and miniscule size allows you to go under rocks I'd never dare to venture.<br />This is some heavy shit. No pun intended.<br /><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">enjoy.<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">T.I Whatever you Like</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fjcnD9lX4dM&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fjcnD9lX4dM&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;font-size:10px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;font-size:10px;"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_0BPnJUx_Yw&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_0BPnJUx_Yw&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;font-size:10px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; 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"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">and of course.... </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;font-size:large;">"But Gabie this isn't a cover"</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;font-size:large;">"Fuck you it's my blog."</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tr9d5ltfVTQ&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tr9d5ltfVTQ&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></span></div><div> </div><div><br%20><object%20width="425"%20height="344"></object%20width="425"%20height="344"></br%20></div>death__cadethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18213043375375977219noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781673573863773601.post-68915939503736380832010-02-22T02:08:00.000-08:002010-02-22T02:10:19.673-08:00of late late late lates and late.Early. Whatever.<br /><br />It's technically early and this fucking hurts.death__cadethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18213043375375977219noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781673573863773601.post-66199971954439541042010-02-10T04:01:00.000-08:002010-02-10T04:23:34.547-08:00I'mWideAwakeItsMorning.<span style="font-size:130%;">Dear World,<br /><br />You are utmost frustrating. If I were writing this on paper I wouldn't know who to send it to.<br /><br />The sky is getting light purple as it is now 7am and the sounds of cars passing North & South on Bathurst is on a steady rise and has been for two hours.<br /><br />Majority of these people are going to work. Going to keep Canada from becoming third-world. Going to spend the very little of the time we have here to afford the commodities we are conditioned to believe to need.<br /><br />I'm sending this letter out to the internet because I don't know who else I would send it to.<br /><br />As a species we are caught in a ferocious struggle between wild animal and conditioner. We put products in our fur. Most of our bodies are bald and I'm sure we're very ugly to other animals. There are species of plant designed to be more attractive than we are to each other. Most of all I feel we lack the balance we once held in the animal kingdom. Snow Geese give birth to a bunch of goslings, a fox comes by and puts 4 or 5 adorable fluffy puff balls into her mouth, takes them back to 3 equally adorable fox pups and we watch as the baby foxes eat the baby geese.<br /><br />Our children would be food for larger prey.<br /><br />Witnesses have also experienced great acts of inter-special kindness. Wildlife footage depicts a mother hippo actually saving a gazelle from the mouth of a crocodile. There are sick and dying people in the world and all I feel like I can do is put change into those plastic bottles all over town.<br /><br />It's impossible to be half as happy as I should be knowing my reality is someone's paradise and yet I don't feel as I will do anything to help them in my lifetime. And the officials I will elect, will not take the right steps to help them because suffering is necessary for happiness.<br /><br />I will give you fifty dollars to take away my guilt.<br /><br />Please tell the starving children in Africa who don't have Playstation 3 yet that I'm at a point in my life where I'm feeling a little too angsty to assist them or their country.<br /><br />But hey! I'm young maybe I'll go through an activist phase in college and go visit Haiti for a week and take a bunch of photos with orphans and then come back here and tell everyone how eye-opening it was.<br /><br />Speaking of open eyes. Mine can't stay open any longer.<br /><br />Explain yourself to me world, where do I fit in you and how can I fit there without living knowing my happiness comes at the price of great sadness and pain.<br /><br />From,<br /><br />Gabie.</span>death__cadethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18213043375375977219noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781673573863773601.post-79008837141952102012010-02-04T01:01:00.000-08:002010-02-04T01:06:31.424-08:00Of Soul Mates and PROOF!<span style="font-size:130%;">Exhibit A:<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y94/FeverOFTheSOUL/GabieNecklace.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 325px; height: 215px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y94/FeverOFTheSOUL/GabieNecklace.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Exhibit B:<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y94/FeverOFTheSOUL/Jacknecklace.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 277px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y94/FeverOFTheSOUL/Jacknecklace.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">....just saying!<br /><br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3PiQOb6cPvw&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3PiQOb6cPvw&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /></span>death__cadethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18213043375375977219noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781673573863773601.post-81882560574947225642010-02-03T14:41:00.001-08:002010-02-03T14:46:26.720-08:00Girls act too Much/Boys act too Tough...<span style="font-size:130%;">Enough is Enough.<br />I thought I had something to write.<br />I guess I did not.<br /><br />Show was fun last night. Great bands, great people. Except some guy who is no longer my friend fucked up again and threw a can at my fucking head. I feel like I can safely, without causing any form of disrespect to the disabled community classify this man as Retarded.<br /><br /><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mental_retardation">http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mental_retardation</a><br /><br />Yep. Yes I can.<br /><br />Questioning decisions. At what point is your life actually supposed to start? Anyone? Bueller?<br /><br /></span>death__cadethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18213043375375977219noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781673573863773601.post-59702620887081813152010-01-31T01:41:00.001-08:002010-01-31T01:56:42.363-08:00Of Insomnia...You know what I hate about tattoos? ...I've thought of like 800 great ideas and I want them ALL.<br /><br />You know what I love about shows? I've been to like 800 in the past two weeks. Frankie Foo and the YoYo Smugglers last night and everythan.. kicking so much ass.<br /><br />Tonka and Puma, Azores, First Rate People and Face Party on Tuesday. I hope to see all the many many many people who read this blog. So basically, EVERYONE EVER BORN. Ever.<br /><br />Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah I made the flyer.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs153.snc3/18032_263302210501_502145501_3188970_2582961_n.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 327px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 450px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs153.snc3/18032_263302210501_502145501_3188970_2582961_n.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><div><br /> </div><div></div></div></div>death__cadethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18213043375375977219noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781673573863773601.post-63079449074910085642010-01-22T14:12:00.000-08:002010-01-22T14:26:43.668-08:00Of Late Afternoon reflective Poetry...<span style="font-size:130%;">"This town ain't big enough for the both of us."<br />The look you shot me...<br />It was a Harpoon disguised as a gaze...<br />I watch the thoughts hidden behind your head race...<br />Am I taking something away?<br />As I try to determine...<br />Which of us is the lioness and which is<br />The gazelle with the broken leg...<br />You hiss<br />I laugh<br />"Here Kitty, kitty... this town ain't big enough for the both of us."<br /><br />can't it all be like this mama?<br /></span>death__cadethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18213043375375977219noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781673573863773601.post-45676606064236125832010-01-19T01:29:00.000-08:002010-01-19T01:42:43.332-08:00Of Husbands and Scabbies...<span style="font-size:130%;">They call me scabby gabie... yes indeed!<br /><br />So I'm about to embark on an awesome three month mission to film as many cool things about Tdot as possible! That includes stores, organizations, events, bands, venues, parks, parking spots, bridges, holes, molemen, spinach, and mummies. No, not your mom, mummies. Local Toronto mummies. Please notify me if you know if anything wicked cool to be filmed. Matt has suggested a restaurant that has "Tv Dinner Thursdays" that I am fo sho checking out. Fo sho fo sho. More on this later. Ace of cakes is on.<br /><br />Aside from that, I'm wondering why I am not married to this bad boy yet:<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5zzHLN9sknx8lQvB9XSldNqrAJn1vcFY28jNvn65MbEEuwbHen6dv7Z9Aq2eIpGDGDaIIPlfzNn1blghAeaGADZtSZtTx2AbHAh8WKcFSvpZAOAxo5otqiUVIxgPYIwMMVXABea3eKUQ/s1600-h/0000008986_20060920155931.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 367px; height: 302px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5zzHLN9sknx8lQvB9XSldNqrAJn1vcFY28jNvn65MbEEuwbHen6dv7Z9Aq2eIpGDGDaIIPlfzNn1blghAeaGADZtSZtTx2AbHAh8WKcFSvpZAOAxo5otqiUVIxgPYIwMMVXABea3eKUQ/s320/0000008986_20060920155931.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428382056001435202" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">and wondering when this bad boy is going to heal:</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSQpsXkZWvmR4DSCR6_nnGM-EmoaZYwyh_y-OSCzJXbDrYRT-Bi0w_AaMotsbJRTCDUWbTcxhyphenhyphenMkQXiRE0YV7O4Lg83URBzk1Nui2UT4pujrPtYl8_14EkXhRMrrLmbcBsq_PXxFF1ndQ/s1600-h/18138_1228730732568_1658070557_1330972_5355443_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 375px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSQpsXkZWvmR4DSCR6_nnGM-EmoaZYwyh_y-OSCzJXbDrYRT-Bi0w_AaMotsbJRTCDUWbTcxhyphenhyphenMkQXiRE0YV7O4Lg83URBzk1Nui2UT4pujrPtYl8_14EkXhRMrrLmbcBsq_PXxFF1ndQ/s320/18138_1228730732568_1658070557_1330972_5355443_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428382693801375970" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />[Photo by: Katrina Sung] and yeah, thus is my life at the moment. Got some wicked shows coming up... 22nd is Pop With Brains a-la the <span style="font-style: italic;">Vaudeville Whores</span> and <span style="font-style: italic;">Broken Bricks</span>.. 23rd I'm going to see a random band <span style="font-style: italic;">The Guest Bedroom </span>because they sound pretty rad... on the 2nd Tonka & Puma and Azores are playing at our very own Rancho Relaxo ( I actually just finished a beautiful flyer) and on the 6th <span style="font-style: italic;">Lava and the Ash</span> and our buddies in <span style="font-style: italic;">Big Crimes</span> will also be playing at Rancho!! Ahh concerts. And, well the 13th of COURSE but that is a SURPRISE.<br /><br />Somewhere inbetween all that dancing I have to get accepted to a school and get my tattoo finished. But I'm on my way to that right now and I'm really anxious/excited to see where I get in!! I hope they like my stuff. </span>death__cadethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18213043375375977219noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781673573863773601.post-43963066594228995522010-01-16T01:09:00.000-08:002010-01-16T01:21:14.255-08:00Death by Rock and Roll...<span style="font-size:130%;">"You know those bands.... those bands who make a record or a song or play a show so god damn good you figure they don't need pussy, drugs, or any form of human enthusiasam or triumph to feel any sort of joy? The kind that make you go 'If I were them, I could die happy knowing I was in a band this good. No regrets or fear, I've completed my destiny and now I should die.' You know?" He was chewing a piece of gum furiously. Half of me was so concentrated on the tiny bit of flavored rubber swishing back and forth between his nicotine stained teeth I barely realized he was speaking to me. One tooth looked like an arrow head. The embarrassingly outdated microphone in my hand shook slightly.<br />"Yes." I said.<br />"We can only hope." he smiled. The tiny lines between his teeth oozed solos in every vessel of my blood. "Was that good?" he asked.<br />"...that... was perfect." I responded. I thanked him and walked away, the mechanical box a treasure chest and the tape inside precious cargo, irreplaceable by time or man. The voice that sang a thousand songs, a thousand sixty four words deep in my pocket. Every one poetry. Suddenly neither the time wasted standing outside waiting for a ticket to a sold out show or the freezing cold, scraping at my lungs, made a difference. My heart beat in times faster than any drum beat and my toes were curled up inside my shoes. Every hair on the back of my neck stood, pins in a pincushion. </span><br /><br />Oh yeah there, there goes your skull and bones, talking through your broke telephones. Will they play as you fall? The bathroom stall.death__cadethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18213043375375977219noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781673573863773601.post-15197268149638938392010-01-05T08:05:00.000-08:002010-01-19T01:26:41.295-08:00You gotta do what you gotta do...<span style="font-size:130%;">Oh blogging. I was sure I'd keep this up both longer and more in depth than I have. I was going to do a post about my favorite albums of the decade or whatever... I still have that blog saved in a draft I think. Perhaps I will just do it simply, without all the cocknbull.<br /><br />In no particular order:<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.benzinemag.net/images/musique/200710/hives_1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.benzinemag.net/images/musique/200710/hives_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cdn.7static.com/static/img/sleeveart/00/000/770/0000077064_350.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 304px;" src="http://cdn.7static.com/static/img/sleeveart/00/000/770/0000077064_350.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/1/1b/Rabbit_Habits.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 326px; height: 326px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/1/1b/Rabbit_Habits.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a> Man Man- Rabbit Habits<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cdn.pitchfork.com/media/3495-gypsy-punks-underdog-world-strike.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 280px;" src="http://cdn.pitchfork.com/media/3495-gypsy-punks-underdog-world-strike.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cultzine.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/yoshimi.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 318px;" src="http://cultzine.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/yoshimi.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://dkpresents.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/1811-clap-your-hands-say-yeah.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 310px;" src="http://dkpresents.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/1811-clap-your-hands-say-yeah.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://halifax.infomonkey.net/sm_images/blogs/136/destijl2000.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 331px;" src="http://halifax.infomonkey.net/sm_images/blogs/136/destijl2000.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.monochrom.at/cracked/reviews/C_whitestripes.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 329px;" src="http://www.monochrom.at/cracked/reviews/C_whitestripes.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KmYQilT-rOI/SiPFSK6wayI/AAAAAAAAAMk/yZ8hHZKAGrA/s400/Elephant,_The_White_Stripes.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 343px; height: 343px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KmYQilT-rOI/SiPFSK6wayI/AAAAAAAAAMk/yZ8hHZKAGrA/s400/Elephant,_The_White_Stripes.png" alt="" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www2.imperial.ac.uk/%7Ewdonovan/jog-blog/music-photos/fever-to-tell.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 346px; height: 342px;" src="http://www2.imperial.ac.uk/%7Ewdonovan/jog-blog/music-photos/fever-to-tell.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://betterpropaganda.com/images/artwork/Funeral-Arcade_Fire_480.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 345px; height: 345px;" src="http://betterpropaganda.com/images/artwork/Funeral-Arcade_Fire_480.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sowellremembered.files.wordpress.com/2009/11/apologies_queen_mary.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 335px; height: 335px;" src="http://sowellremembered.files.wordpress.com/2009/11/apologies_queen_mary.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Wolf Parade- Apologies to the Queen Mary<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://dawn.cbcr3.com/nmc/9/9398/Images/someof.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 311px;" src="http://dawn.cbcr3.com/nmc/9/9398/Images/someof.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://g-ecx.images-amazon.com/images/G/01/ciu/a7/6f/e6c8729fd7a06cfe820cf010.L.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 271px;" src="http://g-ecx.images-amazon.com/images/G/01/ciu/a7/6f/e6c8729fd7a06cfe820cf010.L.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mutinybikes.com/blog/uploaded_images/Ryan_TheMoonAntarctica-764422.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 318px;" src="http://www.mutinybikes.com/blog/uploaded_images/Ryan_TheMoonAntarctica-764422.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cdn.pitchfork.com/media/5363-good-news-for-people-who-love-bad-news.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 323px; height: 323px;" src="http://cdn.pitchfork.com/media/5363-good-news-for-people-who-love-bad-news.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://biblioteka.freeblog.hu/files/Mother%20Mother%20-%20O%20My%20Heart%20%282008%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 322px;" src="http://biblioteka.freeblog.hu/files/Mother%20Mother%20-%20O%20My%20Heart%20%282008%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://marlboromarathonrunners.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/be-your-own-pet.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 327px; height: 327px;" src="http://marlboromarathonrunners.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/be-your-own-pet.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Blah blah blah. I like music. It's been a good 10 years for it. God Bless Eminem. God bless the white stripes. I have neglected to add many many albums in this list but I sort of got tired of putting it together, possibly because I've been listening to most of this music and not sitting on the internet, like I am now. Mainly because I just got a fucking tattoo and it hurts to walk/put on socks! Good start to the next 10 years. Lord jesus it is beautiful. The End.</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs145.snc3/17262_1293991684261_1664370231_31357421_2648212_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 378px; height: 292px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs145.snc3/17262_1293991684261_1664370231_31357421_2648212_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div></div>death__cadethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18213043375375977219noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781673573863773601.post-52528032489319549822009-12-24T11:09:00.001-08:002009-12-24T11:15:12.466-08:00Of One girl's very Sick Christmas...Now when I say sick I don't mean it in the hip-hoppers slang way like "Yo that move was sick" or whatever kids these days are saying.<br /><br />I mean like I just sneezed and a 7 pound garden slug made entirely of mucus fell out of my nose. That sick. I also ate my last advent calender choco and it tasted like NOTHING. Absolutely nothing. So tonight's feast is going to be a shit load of taste. NOT. But I have some presents to deliver... I made really cool covers for some friend's who I burnt CDs for... I want to take a picture but I can't, really so you'll just have to trust me on this one.<br /><br />In spirit of the Holiday I'm going to leave you with this because I can't really breathe right now and I'd just like to go blow my nose please.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SNIpzW27ksI&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SNIpzW27ksI&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Additionally, I love posting youtube videos to my blog because I can change the color of the bottom... that's like a little christmas present for me, all year round baby.death__cadethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18213043375375977219noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781673573863773601.post-54865908477821954622009-12-13T17:15:00.001-08:002009-12-13T17:16:56.552-08:00Cold, Cold Water...<span style="font-size:130%;">Now I suffer for your hungry eye, oh why must it see more than mine?<br />It's a light you're after, cause light moves faster..<br /><br />But when I ride again into the night<br />my torch will shoot flames strong and bright<br />and my absence will remind you of<br />how tough it is to be in love..<br /></span>death__cadethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18213043375375977219noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781673573863773601.post-48548494676391266192009-12-10T22:30:00.001-08:002009-12-10T22:39:23.945-08:00Employment. Bam.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Oh man is it nice to not have to bitch about unemployment and have to dig through Cragislist every day and suck a bunch of dick for a change to <i>work</i>. Damnit.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I am seasonally employed by Aerie, American Eagle's lingere sister store. I know a shit load about bras now, let me tell you. It seems like a decent place. Seasonal employment hath become my life, that's for sure. Still though, this way I can buy christmas presents and make back the money for drumset partay!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I have my 2nd orientation tomorrow... what's weird about the store is that they call all their bras by women's names like Paige and Emma and Isabel.. and then refer to them as people "She fits like...." "Her straps are adjustable..." It's going to give me some identity complex that's for sure. I met a girl named Emma tonight and just pictured her as a bra with big air puffy pads in her... perhaps lungs, PERHAPS THE PADS ARE THE LUNGS OF THE BRA!!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">what am i talking aboot.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I just got back from a pretty decent show at the Boat and a really cool free one across the street. Shows. I love 'em. These guys reminded me of Japanther as they had a Bass and drums only way less poppy. The one girl on bass KILLED IT. She was incredible. I can't remember their names but I want to play a show with them...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Speaking of bands Yasmin & I have decided upon a name for ours</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><i>"The 1730 Cat Massacres"</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">m</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">i</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">g</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">h</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">t</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">b</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">e</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">a</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">b</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">l</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">e</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">t</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">o</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">s</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">w</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">i</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">n</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">g</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">u</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">s</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">i</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">n</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">g</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">t</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">h</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">e</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">o</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">l</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">'</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">g</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">a</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">r</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">a</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">g</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">e</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">f</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">o</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">r</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">a</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">p</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">r</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">a</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">c</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">t</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">i</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">c</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">e</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">a</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">w</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">e</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">e</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">k</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">S</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">t</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">o</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">k</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">e</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">d</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">'</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">m</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">a</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">l</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">s</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">o</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">c</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">o</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">n</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">s</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">i</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">d</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">e</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">r</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">i</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">n</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">g</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">g</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">o</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">i</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">n</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">g</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> back to high school to take Chem, Bio & Calculus and maybe apply for UofT for Zoology...... considering it.... I would love that.</span></div>death__cadethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18213043375375977219noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781673573863773601.post-60680059915406600042009-12-06T07:52:00.000-08:002009-12-06T08:10:39.901-08:00Of Shit hitting thy fan...<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:130%;">"The shit hit the fan" is a popular phrase used to describe messy situations... Such as your neighbour uncovering the makeshift Indian burial ground you've been using to hide the corpses of your neighborhood's house pets... which you have eaten in sacrifice to your warrior god. That would be a good example of shit hitting the fan. Or, to make matters short, anything that ends in public nudity and/or armed enforcement.<br /><br />"In an average person's life shit will hit the fan approximately 35 times" claims a Biologist I have tied up in my basement. "For instance, the day you kidnapped me. By the way could you pass me a cookie?"<br /><br />I didn't pass him a cookie. R. Kelly's masterpiece </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >Trapped in the Closet</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> is a marvelous achievement in "Shit Hitting the Fan History"</span><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y8IVlfyIc8g&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y8IVlfyIc8g&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y8IVlfyIc8g&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y8IVlfyIc8g&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object>up there with </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >Wasn't Me! </span><span style="font-size:130%;">by extremely popular one-hit wonder, Shaggy.</span><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzaQvkln9tCWUIylO9ACThZA9r5cJgmraqppox0ngnk1Tz3B5gwBO4ts1lOUtctuKw4NlYiUo4XNe247bq5Uww8g8WhSrICGyaTT2WFeagdxTRgnK8WaOveiTqT7B7DXyKTyrRtEAlpQ8/s1600-h/4190VZ0YCML._SL500_AA240_.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzaQvkln9tCWUIylO9ACThZA9r5cJgmraqppox0ngnk1Tz3B5gwBO4ts1lOUtctuKw4NlYiUo4XNe247bq5Uww8g8WhSrICGyaTT2WFeagdxTRgnK8WaOveiTqT7B7DXyKTyrRtEAlpQ8/s320/4190VZ0YCML._SL500_AA240_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412154906771797202" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;">Granted, These are all in the context of R&B celebs caught cheatin' on their "boo". In most situations, shit hitting the fan is much more serious and leads to way more repercussions then "not hittin' that fine ass ever again".<br /><br />To say the least, I'm not sure if, in my current pickle, the shit has hit the fan yet. Which usually means its nowhere even <span style="font-style: italic;">close</span> but definitley accumulating in god's colon. When the shit hits the fan YOU WILL KNOW. Believe me.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></span>death__cadethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18213043375375977219noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781673573863773601.post-27940958995401118582009-12-03T02:16:00.000-08:002009-12-03T02:25:57.939-08:00Of Baby Grenades and Ace of Spades..<span style="font-size:130%;">So it's 5am and i 5AM REALLY TIRED. haha get it that's why it's called the 'am': for bad jokes.<br /><br />I'm growing increasingly discouraged about the job search.. Nobody wants to give me the time of day for even an interview, and I've had so many awkward moments walking in to stores and being like "hello, couldn't help but notice your <span style="font-style: italic;">Help Wanted </span>sign!" and they're like "Yeah, we put it there because we want help..." and I'm like "......I'm helpful" and they're like "Well then you'd need a resume." And I'm like "Yeah. I have one right here." and then they're like "Oh great. Part Time or full time?" and I'm like "Either or (IJUSTWANTAFUCKINGJOB) I have a pretty open schedule." and Then they're all like "Ok great........" and I stand there smiling like a shit eating assdick thinking (Maybe you should say something) But I can't because it's like, what the fuck give me a job that isn't fast food please.<br /><br />But more searching tomorrow.<br /><br />I just wanted to write down a dream I had this morning where I had a baby and it was tiny and adorable and I loved it dearly but couldn't remember what I named it... so my whole family was like wow... way to not remember the name of your fucking child. Andrew bought it baby punk clothes and a Pink Floyd patch which I thought was really cute. At the end of the dream I got into a van with my "Superstar Action Hero friend" (Doesn't exist) who was like "Oh man we're filming, quick improv your child!" so I picked her up and was like "BABY GRENADE!" which is an amazing band name and woke up.<br /><br />It was one of these dreams I have where I feel like I've been in this alternate universe before... like all my dream's settings are completely different yet so similar. I woke up half relieved that I don't have a baby and half wondering where she/he went... and I had some strange attachment to it... it was a really weird feeling, cause I was so convinced.<br /><br />Anyway... it forsee/symbolized some interesting points. I wonder...<br />I am so tired now I cant even breathe. More resumes tomorrow, I'm considering getting wasted before I go in and shitting everywhere. I hate life. But good luck to Matt, please, world. Pleaseeeee.<br /></span>death__cadethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18213043375375977219noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781673573863773601.post-78161889287408108772009-12-01T12:32:00.000-08:002009-12-01T12:43:41.539-08:00Of drinks and sinks and shut up...<span style="font-size:130%;">Shut up... omggg shuttt up! No way! No way!<br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Saturday went really well. With the exception of finding out what "Double vision" is for the first time..... shit. And of course having a few friends finding themselves in dramatic and stupid situations which is never fun. Annnd the mic blowing out for the first band's set but we fixed that thank baby jezzus.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I have a funny feeling this photo really explains it all:</span><br /><br /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 413px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 337px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs108.snc3/15539_1263736487900_1664370231_31282379_2328739_n.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"> "Impailing all of Gabie's friend's intestines? Don't mind if I do" - Texas Mickey</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Good times though. Really. I am stoked for Friday cause I'm going to see King Khan and the BBQ's. It's already December 1st which is sooooo fucked up & I need a metropass!<br /></span><a href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs108.snc3/15539_1263736487900_1664370231_31282379_2328739_n.jpg"></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">like a true nature's child we were born, born to be wild... boooornnn to be wiiillddd</span><br /><br /></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div>death__cadethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18213043375375977219noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781673573863773601.post-10838247538070315912009-11-26T02:53:00.000-08:002009-11-26T03:00:53.199-08:00Of flesh and doom...<span style="font-size:130%;">"Through the storms and the light, baby you stood by my side and life is wine... but there are days in this life when you see the teeth marks of time two lovers divide. Sound meets sound, babe her echoes they surround.. and all that we need is one thing, now what is there to allow?<br /><br />Babe it's time we gave something new a try,<br />though alone we may fight<br />just let us be three tonight."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">deny you and be doomed... though i might hate you forever. Should I meet the devil I don't know? He could not even be the devil... fucked if I know.<br /><br />I'm excited for Saturday. This Blog is going nowhere and I bought a new hat. I need a job. Now. It's 6am and I'm supposed to get up at 10... if I ever fall asleep I hope I don't wake up till Saturday. And then I hope I don't wake up till... St.. Patricks Day? I have good Christmas present ideas for everyone... it's swine flu. SURPRISE!!!</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFEcl976AqY2TR2_Bg0o9IJD-BRBY26-p-bfwpFqdAjSj7iJlWfMzf4mR9TzfcMoNfN9FJpKNvcXOgtzIYFkuDjm9-GaohVfqYfzkNQOT6JrUF6BPdW4RzpinzNGT8LI3ELkepCwDgciQ/s1600/DSC_1166.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 346px; height: 229px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFEcl976AqY2TR2_Bg0o9IJD-BRBY26-p-bfwpFqdAjSj7iJlWfMzf4mR9TzfcMoNfN9FJpKNvcXOgtzIYFkuDjm9-GaohVfqYfzkNQOT6JrUF6BPdW4RzpinzNGT8LI3ELkepCwDgciQ/s320/DSC_1166.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408365356737177570" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />This photo looks terrible in Low-res. Hat looks good though. COME OUT ON SATURDAY!<br /><br /></span>death__cadethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18213043375375977219noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781673573863773601.post-73442789532804474452009-11-20T23:12:00.000-08:002009-11-20T23:18:54.220-08:00tomorrow belongs to me...<span style="font-size:130%;">Sigh diddle diddle<br />a cat and a cripple<br />dreams of jumping over lagoons<br />the little man laughed (for he was too short)<br />and gabie made out with the moon.<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZYCxfNd0JyukutNjRGXOj4-sJsChU6sYp8giBWa9Si4KJKcFTevFG4YOI-6VZpWw0gg_P3xiXyO7twV3JDi_xb0y6kHRHIH8l6TIy-QtNRuRZbo3We2iS6CGh9jUQjqUBW_lfGcvwcHw/s1600/11854_1185564733043_1646010121_719480_5243580_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 460px; height: 341px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZYCxfNd0JyukutNjRGXOj4-sJsChU6sYp8giBWa9Si4KJKcFTevFG4YOI-6VZpWw0gg_P3xiXyO7twV3JDi_xb0y6kHRHIH8l6TIy-QtNRuRZbo3We2iS6CGh9jUQjqUBW_lfGcvwcHw/s320/11854_1185564733043_1646010121_719480_5243580_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406452446328101618" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;">Renegade Warehouse (Dufferin & Queen) $3 drinks, $10 entry 4 independent films and one bad ass fucking night. Come support independent cinema. It will be fun. Lots of fun. </span>death__cadethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18213043375375977219noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781673573863773601.post-89893918790525765762009-11-19T10:10:00.000-08:002009-11-20T08:59:13.049-08:00Eye Candy...<span style="font-size:130%;">Aha. I did a russian gypsy card reading on myself last night. Got a lot of very strange predictions and advice. One made me really fucking angry. I got the Owl Card facing away from me and apparently that means that my plans will not materialize... in the description it said "This includes job interviews" and I have an internship interview on Friday! So fuck. Seriously, fuck.<br /><br />This blog is supposed to be about photos not gay ass gypsy readings. So here we go. These were taken around the city at random times, I call them eye candy.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y94/FeverOFTheSOUL/DSC_0694-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 416px; height: 277px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y94/FeverOFTheSOUL/DSC_0694-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y94/FeverOFTheSOUL/DSC_0695.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 415px; height: 282px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y94/FeverOFTheSOUL/DSC_0695.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y94/FeverOFTheSOUL/DSC_0696.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 414px; height: 271px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y94/FeverOFTheSOUL/DSC_0696.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y94/FeverOFTheSOUL/DSC_0697.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 418px; height: 272px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y94/FeverOFTheSOUL/DSC_0697.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y94/FeverOFTheSOUL/DSC_0698.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 422px; height: 281px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y94/FeverOFTheSOUL/DSC_0698.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y94/FeverOFTheSOUL/DSC_0671.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 436px; height: 288px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y94/FeverOFTheSOUL/DSC_0671.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y94/FeverOFTheSOUL/DSC_0699.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 439px; height: 288px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y94/FeverOFTheSOUL/DSC_0699.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y94/FeverOFTheSOUL/DSC_0717.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 437px; height: 286px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y94/FeverOFTheSOUL/DSC_0717.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span>death__cadethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18213043375375977219noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781673573863773601.post-61774785473603224222009-11-15T09:19:00.000-08:002009-11-20T08:50:06.234-08:00Of Kings and Khans...<span style="font-size:130%;">I saw King Khan & BBQ at Lee's Palace at NXNE last year. I actually went to see No Age but only caught their last song-- I also had a brief conversation with Jason Schwartzman outside, which made me incredibly giddy and horny, but that's a story for another day. King Khan was a total special guest and pleasant surprise. They are very down to earth and awesome. </span><br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5uBM9NkhJ38&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5uBM9NkhJ38&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />If you ever want to get your freak right the fuck on-- check them out sometime. Like right now maybe.Or December 4th touring for their new album "Invisible Girl"<br /></span>death__cadethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18213043375375977219noreply@blogger.com0