Winter afternoon chillin on the couch with Chris. I don’t know what I was doing but he was playing sonic. We was wearing his purple hoodie and pajama pants. I was also in a hoodie and pajama pants. I was leying with my legs acrosshim. He started to rub my legs. We had sex. It was the first real sex that we had. No more constraints of becoming aquainted but outside the side effects of shareing a bed. Just because we wanted to.
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lol It totally is =D
It found you thru my address book and i was like
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‘Cause basically I have nothing to do with my life right now but waste it on twitter. I had to move back to my parents cause I lost my job and its so far out in the wilderness that I can’t even hope to correct my position at present. It is a 2 hour ride in to town. The unemployment rate here is 28% in the cities and a staggering 46% in rural areas. Everyone is on welfare and unemployment and the state said yesterday on June 1st we are out of money. Basically its the land of terror. There are more abandoned houses in our neighborhood then there are foreclosures, and even less still with residents.
Seriously, men weep and children starve in the streets. We spend the day watching Detroit crumble off the horizon and wilderness creep back over the edges of our towns. Its the end of the world man.
I spent the last 50$ I had on film and I wander around looking for work and photograph civilization fall apart around me. Its rather morbid but kind of crazy to watch the reverberations of a principal industry crumbling to dust. Truly the auto industry right now is like watching the sole mobile person of a family of invalids take a mortal wound to the chest; its not so much the horror before your eyes but the totalization of every drop of blood you see evacuate the body is another irreplaceable drop you stand further from any means of reciprocity. The pecuniary liquidity that feeds the very base of our being has been more reallocated, redirected, restructured, and paid out in obscene golden parachutes then the water of the Colorado. And like the river that carved the canyons of the west the reckless scheming and avaricious designs of covetous thieves have desiccated the economic bodies that support us; As water of the river will never again reach the sea, The people of Michigan will never again collect their livelihood from any endeavor we may presently bring to bear.
Unfortunately the dispensation of an economy is nothing like the drainage of a river. There is no simple obstruction no clear to reinvest the vital liquidity in to our withered arteries.
Other then that everything is sly =P
How are you?
We run this shit.
Iowa basicly just blew it all open.
MONDAY, Jan. 26 (HealthDay News) — Almost half of tested samples of commercial high-fructose corn syrup (HFCS) contained mercury, which was also found in nearly a third of 55 popular brand-name food and beverage products where HFCS is the first- or second-highest labeled ingredient, according to two new U.S. studies.
Randomness from the Blind Pig. I could write a lovely little the lights come up as a nervous Balboa takes the stage… piece, but I don’t really feel like it. So you’ll just have to deal with a summary.
I’m not gonna talk about these guys. Heavy screamers, their show was meh.
Some bands play to their audience, others play for their audience. Ocean plays for their audience. Despite playing their entire set with backs to the crowed, Ocean was really the only band that caught my interest last night. Definitely post rock but with a lean to fuzzy shoegazer rock, Oceans use of the violin to create melodic tension is premium. Wide post-rock fuzz washes over your ears as sweeping violin phrases drift in and out of the distortion, all brought together by the melodic dissonance of the bright guitar phrases contrasted agents a hazy shoegaizerish texture.
A Working Model
I’m always disappointed by situations like this. The boys in Model take the stage with lots of fancy expensive gear and proceed to just be awful. Despite not being able to keep time and being slightly off key, I kind of liked them at first. They took a moment to tune up after their first song, I stood there thinking, “Oh yeah, now they will get it together,” ’cause you can’t really judge a band that gets on with no sound check and just goes for it on their first song. But, alas the started their second track tightened up and tuned up but… The more they played, the less I liked them. They started their third song with the guitar player saying, “Well I guess I better sing for you now,” and all I could think was I don’t think that will be necessary. But he did it anyway. About half way through their set I realized that they think they are really great, like gods gift to prog rock. This is also when I realized that they play like assholes. I’d give them a second chance if they happened to be somewhere I was chilling, but for the most part I nor my friends where impressed.
Ok, so I’ll admit: I was at the pool tables for the first half of supercontinents set. I have only one word to describe them. HEAVY. Despite some time keeping issues, and not really being a fan of Metal, these boys from Ann Arbor can rock. The entire crowd was feeling them. Heads banging in time, even the emos where getting into it. These guys put on a show and you won’t regret spending some time with their power chords and harsh vocals. Supercontinent is a premium act.
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