you take the fun out of me,
take the life out of me,
the machines all surround
they tear the heart out of me
tear the black out of me
and the sky so grey
the sky so grey
it takes the fun out of me
takes the life out of me
the electric clouds come down
they drop the hail out on me
take the light out of me

it could be so simple
it could be so nice
the orange blues rain so
and you could rain so too
but if you sold a million lies
would you buy them back
would you eat the words
from the mouth of your daughter?
if the wires all connect
and all the colours die
and bleed into white
could you be so sure?

balaaaahh

nothing.


i want food and i wish we ordered a pizza.
hi.

please. give me something to chew on. something real.
i've grown tiresome of old trite life,
give me something realistic
and tasteful
i need envy
and lust
give me what hurts the most.
i just need a feeling
and some flavour
perhaps the most fake
is the most flavoursome
and thats what i long for now
so please,
i just linger for something that sounds nice
because thats all i have in this world
that's what i need to hear a long side my bed
i don't get you she says
and falls into the sheets,
so beautiful
so alone
all she needs is my arms
and all i hold from her is what i have inside
so in all were even
cause i really need it too
so please take me
slay me
shoot me down
and keep those shoulder blades flexed.

language i don't understand
but love more than my own mother's tongue.

so tonight.

the life it seems is so dense.

i've been in this for about a year now
this relation, inspiration, drowning conclusion
i mean that in the best way possible
light is lent to me
if only for a moment

she stands
as if so solid
so covered in red
and white
coloured right
and knowing tight
life is right
but only at moments
and we know these often to few
and apart
please let it be true
if only for a second
a boat party
she screams
and i love her for it
keep it alive only till i taste the meat
i'd love tickets
only at the door
at the door

do you know what the theme is?
the camping
campus
keep real
and alone
its the only way to feel

propane pain

"Early Sunday morning, a massive explosion rocked the northwest end of the city.

A propane facility near Keele and Wilson blew around 4am, and five hours later, the fires still weren't out. There are two tankers that crews are frantically working to cool."

HOLY JEEZE,

how about placing a facility that deals with HIGHLY volatile and ridiculously dangerous substances in residential areas is exactly why Toronto is so fucked, oh and condos in the ghetto? AMAZING IDEA PEOPLE. who plans this shit, really? my cousin used to but now she's in charge of busting grow op's. AND THAT'S HOW WE RUN THIS CITY - because propane and elderly people work so well together (what they don't know can't hurt them, until it explodes...and kills some) and people who design expensive communities in ex-gov-housing areas are rad! then they bust home grown medicinals that work better than overpriced-liver-damaging pills that people all trust! awesome! seriously though people, what the fuck. the longer I live, the more I realize how ridiculous this whole thing is.

the end.

blaaaaargh

so yeah, i post rarely,
and now am losing my capacity to deliver proper grammar and (GASP!) even punctu-capitalization.

Lately I've been so focused on photography.

The consumer-pig inside of me drove my wallet into mac-land and now I'm gazing into all its glory. Like a shiny metal glowing piece of fascism telling me THIS IS NECESSARY BUY ME NOW. Too bad I already did, HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

That may be beside the point, then again, I started without one. I've recently discovered a new love though - aussi-germanic music. I mean I already had a love affair, but she was always fleeting and this one I feel shall remain. (at least until she grows tiresome, much in the way I should have listened to my friend Josh about the klaxxons who were cool until they started blasting from every scene-tards head piece.)

[[ oh and ps. that isn't offensive to anyone who's with it. and by it I mean that I am. and am means peanuts, which I am SO anaphylactic for. that is to say scene-tard translates vaguely to hipster/popwashed children of our future (?)]]

In particular I am slow to find the following

Asher Roth (HOLY FUCK JIMMY)

this kid kills it. hailing from one of those (POOR) states, he has quick tight vocals verging on the machine-gun-funk styles of Smalls, crossed with the sharp syllabic phonetics of Mr. Shady. AS GOOD OL DRAMA STATES, THIS KID IS CRAZY (go back to jail you pirate! - but don't really, keep delivering joints to my eardrum!). He has production collabs with everyone from TIMBO (who sucks now hahahahaha) to Mr. 3000. If you haven't heard him yet please do yourself a favour and listen to his remix of "A Millie"




DIGITALISM

KILLS IT. the end.



Riot In Belgium

Justice without the bleeding ears. Dash of Daft Punk to taste.


Tokyo Police Club (Elephant Shell)

Okay let's take a minute to remember their debut. Ahhhh mmm, yes gold wrapped in chocolate flakes, sprinkled with diamonds. Now we have this album, subdued, less screaming. Put short they grew up. WELL FUCK AAAAAWWWW MAAAAAAAAN how fucking boring is that. Songs about parent hood will never trump songs about gut-spilling robots. What WERE you thinking? Obviously CASHGRABCASHGRAB QUICK WE RAN OUT OF OUR YOUTH LETS GET OLD AND RICH ON A BEACH. Assholes. Well maybe it's not that bad, but it was better when I was under the buddha leaf standing in the rain. BLAAAAAHHH


Sorry, I get bored with reviews,

I'd think that It would be cool to write reviews sometimes, but then this happens. Oh and TANGENTS.

I think now I'll go play dated video games and buddha! buddha! buddha! mary's rocking every where!

wordlife.