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Music:
You Do – Aimee Mann
The Devil’s Daughter – Cat Power
Share This Poison – Razed In Black

I have never seen such a display of low rent mouth breathing trash as I did yesterday when Jonas, Thomas and I went to Ozzfest to hang out with some old friends, sadly we missed all there sets (Throwdown, Bleeding Through, Darkest Hour, and Every Time I Die), but when you play at 10:20 on a monday morning that will happen.

One of the highlights was watching a couple argue over the woman’s constant need to show you breasts. “Why do you have to constantly show everyone your tits. Those are my tits!”. She quited him for a quick second by letting him suck on one of them for a second. They where back to fighting in about 30 seconds. Some of the best qoutes-

“Why don’t I ever get that blowjob I asked for 1000 times”

“I want to take you home and make love to you 2 times”

“Why do you fuck him, and without a condom, that’s my skin!”

Then there was this guy

he fucking ruled.

Hatebreed was amazing as always, Slayer was Slayer, but the highlight was Black Sabbath for sure…
We partied back at the bus waiting for the traffic to die down. Watched Chris Lisk ride a mini street bike around in his underwear and aviators scaring the shit out of shitty bands like OTEP… we started a sick Playstation 2 windbreaker crew…

We said our goodbyes, we will see most of the dudes again in a few weeks at Hellfest.

I got a fucking ticket on the way home.
Improper turn. I got away lucky… a few well spoken lies to pigs can go a long way…

this runs through our veins…

Music:
You’re Better Off Dead – Children of Bodom
I Turned Into A Martian – The Misfits
Trigger – In Flames
Nothing In Vain – Most Precious Blood
My Design – Strike Anywhere
Hybrid Moments -The Misfits
Above The Law – Raid
Asphixiate – Earth Crisis
Lifetime – Outspoken
Gone Sour – The Promise
Burial – Septic Death
A Life Less Plagued – Carry On
Outsider – Rocket From The Crypt
Consumed – Ringworm
Talon of Dominion – Assuck
Coptic Times – 108

So I have been so busy I haven’t had a chance to update this fucking thing. Wednesday Jahanna and I went to see fucking Saves The Day. I am a Grown Ass Man (as Jahanna says) amongst a sea of children, I still had fun. We got there as they played there first song and dipped right at it was over… thankfully we didn’t have to put up with any opening band, there is only some much singing about teenage heartache that I can take in one evening.

From there we went to find Cara at some bar in JP. No luck. So Jahanna and I went to Spike’s and made ourselves sick. From there we went to Blackout bar to say happy birthday to a friend. While there I got the rage and Jahanna made me go inside… saw some people I haven’t seen in a while which is good. Saw a band play which was not good. It’s funy how sketchy some people are… some suspensions where confirmed, Jahanna and I laughed. We took off to meet Marquis, TimBomb and company at the fucking Model… TimBomb has a fucking moustache. We played a 4 person game of Buck Hunter, I came in 3rd, sadly I was the only sober one playing…
When we got home, we decided to go to the 100 Demons video shoot in lovely Waterbury, CT in the morning. Of course Jahanna was on time to pick us up and my fat ass was still sleeping.

Bye the time we (Tre, Thomas, Jahanna, and I) got there it was noon. It was good to see F-Sean and Big E. We hung out for a while and quickly got bored and went to Chili’s, which was a fucking horrible idea. For some reason we all felt like shit afterwards. Back at the set Jahanna and I quickly got bored again and decided to hit the mall to find a birthday present. We found everyone in Waterbury is fucking fat, or at least at this fucking trashy as low rent mall we went too…
we wanted airbrush. they take 24 hours.
we wanted name plate necklaces. again 24 hours.
what the fuck.

We then went to the grocery store to get a delicious beverage… I got a huge as Bananna Strawberry smoothie, which I must say, was like pouring concrete directly into my stomach. fucked.

Back to the video shoot. Lots of thugs, pitbulls, and generallly leatheresque people. Thomas got invlovled, Tre and I just watched, Jahanna just text messaged…

The way home brought Taco Bell, Thomas and I gaying off, and massive rain that made Jahanna angry…

Came home to 5000 voice mails. Went to sleep.

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Chiaroscuro

breathingly
I walk alone
wondering how
the stars (no more)
shine
on here

passingly through
electric lights (of smoggy skies)
casting yellow paste
on
tortured bees

endlessly
with solitude
(of a slave)
smearing and scraping
to finish
the day

resurrectently
never to know the
endlessly white
of a starfire night

-mmb

I’m thankful to know such a gifted, ingenious, inspired, inventive, prolific, ravishing,
and stunning mind…