Sex

Necro has got to be the most savage and blatantly sexual hip hop artist I have ever heard in my life; strangely since the songs aren't laced with the cliché "money, cash, hoes" format like the more mainstream hip hop artists use, it's more of a refreshing thing to hear this guy make music about sex. It's taboo to speak of anything sexual in Western culture; talks about sex in Germany, Italy, and France is widely out in the open. There's even vending machines with pornographic magazines in Germany! There's no way in hell that you would ever see that here in the "United Snakes."

I remember being in my 12th grade psychology class and my teacher, Mr. MacKenzie explaining how societies (such as Germany, Italy, and France) that don't see sex as a taboo don't live with the same neuroses as the people in America do. He made a important correlation between being neurotic affected by taboos such as sex to destructive human behavior such as murder, rape, etc. He said this is why America leads the whole world in murders, rapes, and other violent crimes. It makes sense to me, does it make sense to you? The more taboos a people have, the more neurotic they will become which will cause extreme acts of self-destruction by drug and alcohol abuse, rape, and even murder.

So speak freely about whatever you please, and don't let so-called rules of your society hold you back from being open with yourself and the people around you. Live as you please; it's your life, not the powers that be.

Play list on Random and An Imagination

I am sitting here on this couch writing and even typing away at these keys hoping and wishing for something inspiring to hop into my mind to be spilled onto this blog, but nothing seems to be coming to mind. As "Knife Prty" by the Deftones plays, I am still finding myself flow into this writing navigated by the tempo of the percussion and guitars whaling throughout the remainder of the song.

I could float here forever...We're all anemic.
-Deftones

Chino Moreno has become one of my favorite rock vocalists for the simple fact is this guy can actually sing his ass off unlike most American front men of rock bands. What I have been noticing in the rock scene (music scene in general) is that the demand for a person with a great and original voice is not an antecedence like it was in previous decades.

Dieselboy is a drum and bass DJ based out of Atlanta, Georgia; his music that he has produced has engrossed me deeper into the drum and bass genre. Drum and bass being one of the many immense sub-genres of the electronic music category within itself has grown on me more infectiously than I ever could imagine that any kind of music with electro elements could.

This blog was basically just something that I wrote with no since of direction but that of the music in my play list playing at this current time.

Take care.

Something That I Felt That Needed to Be Read

test the waters
a welfare supporter
the last days of our plagues
wrapped up in a political rage
communism is the future
check out for the Amero
North American Union is here
Mexico, Canada, and the U.S. as one
Within the next two years
the masons working around the clock
to keep from the Great Awakening
in 2012
companies owning cancer and disease genes
to exterminate the sheep
were the testing lab rats they test everything out on
to be black and white and latino and even asian
but were all the same human being
the truth is that theres a bigger smoke screen
beyond american idol's latest winner
and the break out of new diseases are coming true
look past the smoke and mirrors that they feed to us
i can only hope that one day you will realize that it's bigger than e what you think
the talking heads of the world are all puppets
in a 3 year old's mind state
being controlled and taking orders from people we don't even know exist
disney being the largest conglomerate smoke screened with purity
being all the way with paganism and laced with subliminal sexuality
propagated to children to grow up to be sex fiends and murderers and thieves
you can write it off if you want to
but i hope you look beyond the smoke screens and mirrors.

Finally, a radio station I can listen to!!

It's kind of a hassle to find a radio station that plays independent music. Usually you have to turn your FM dial to the 88-92 range to find a college radio station that plays some kind of independent and obscure music, and there is usually never a radio station that is decided to the greatest genre of hip hop: the underground hip hop scene.

I was scanning through my daily internet website that I love to go to find my latest in underground hip hop news and album releases, Underground Hip Hop.com, and found this radio station run by a UC Davis graduate that is devoted to nothing but the finest in underground hip hop. The play list has some of the most obscure and local scene artists to even some of the most popular hip hop groups and solo artists amongst the underground hip hop circuit.

I recommend that you go to http://www.gtronicradio.com/

It's alright

I write this to the make it extremely evident that I am falling through these verbal mouse traps of games with this female in particular. This is for the two women in the world still living and breathing that have been nothing but leeches in sucking the very blood from my body and feelings. The two women whom seem to have nothing to do better but judge and exploit my insecurities upon their belligerence. The two women that have nothing better to do than make themselves extremely vulnerable to my belligerence by showing me how cold they are to being cared for by a man. The two women that have refreshed my memory of how some women that I have encountered when they have the opportunity to love and care for a man and realizing that man begins to care for them as well will begin to desensitize themselves to that man. The two women that begin to realize that they care for that man cut themselves short of the feelings and possible future pains and aches by becoming cold and detached. Detaching themselves from that man so they don't have to feel.

...this is what it sounds like when doves cry die

10:33 PM
i sit here
at this laptop
and i ask myself what does it feel like to die
what does it feel like to watch someone cry
the night their mom, dad, brother, and sister died
i fell yet and split my lip the gist to get by
realized in the moonlight that you wished i would die
forgive me if you must for i gust out one last sigh
you watched my autodafe at the stake burned to a crisp, walk on by
another bitch in the proverbs of my notebook as i let my pen cry
and this is what it sounds like when doves die.

People In Planes

I am writing again; I am listening to "Falling By The Wayside" by a hell of a great band from the UK, People in Planes. I bought their LP "As Far As The Eye Can See" back in January at the best indie record store in the world, Amoeba Records in San Francisco and haven't been able to stop playing it since. Whether you like rock or not, this LP is one of those albums that even the most close-minded music fan might be able to enjoy. It's just pure rock music. The sense of simple baselines and a front man that can actually sing his ass off is something that is hard to find in a rock band nowadays. I would hella recommend you to buy this LP when you get a chance.

Overall Album Grade-85 percent...hella good!

People In Planes - Falling By The Wayside
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A Simple Writing

I am here sitting with this laptop on my lap tonight on this Friday watching my pirated copy of "300" playing on the television in the background completely bored. I have realized, well...I have had more of a "coming of age" lesson today. I have attained this meaning of human survival for one's feelings from an acquaintance of mine. It's not everyday that you get the opportunity to learn these little life lessons from the closest individuals to you (or so you may think). Neithertheless, I still sit here at this laptop typing away at the feelings of resentment and chagrin from a somewhat of a "friend." The quotes around the word "friend" for this person isn't and should not and shall not be considered a friend anymore. This person...well...I could easily say their name, but I am choosing not to be so malicious in my ways has no idea how close they were to coming a little closer to me.

But, as most of the other skeltons in the closet, she will probably fail and fall by the wayside as her predecessors was done before her. Why am I not even surprised? But, what can you do when a person doesn't see the things in you that you have seen within them? Do you just get up and walk out of the door of their life, or do you try to be a better friend than they were to you? I shall not consider you a "friend" anymore; you were never a friend of mine in the first place.

On a lighter note, I hope that everyone enjoys this weekend as I will. Tonight is chapter anew; goodbye for now.

Wonder What's Next

A major set of changes are headed my way in next few days when I get back home to California. Things aren't looking up for me at this point in time. I have my own routine now in trying to not care or even feel about what's around the corner. but, yet I can't help but to peek around the corner and wonder what's next. I have to find a way to pay rent once a month by July, and I also have to figure what I am going to do with my life once I get home for good. I don't feel very happy about being in Maryland at this college, and I had came to this conclusion months ago that I would just go back home to California to finish college, get my own place, and live independently. But, in essence, that is one hell of a scare for me! I don't know what the hell I am doing or where the hell I am going in life. My grades aren't the greatest from this semester, and I honestly don't think there's a bat's chance in hell that I will be accepted into this small liberal arts college in the Bay Area, Menlo College. Friends of mine that go to college at home, either live at home with their parents still comfortably, or have their own places. Usually, their parents are paying their rent monthly so that they can completely focus on obtaining their collegiate degrees. But, as for me, when I go home, I don't have a place I can call home. I don't have a room of my own to go to in my own home. I am jumping around constantly from one house to the other of family members. I can't stay at my mother's because there's just too much stress over there, and at my father's place, there's no space for me. I hope that going home isn't setting myself up for failure, but it feels that way.

"That will be 30 dollars please for your NIN album."

A friend of mine sent me this blog that was written by Nine Inch Nails front man, Trent Reznor.

http://nin.com/tr/

Who in their right mind state would pay close to 30 dollars for an album? I don't give a damn if the album is supposed to be the greatest thing ever written or recorded; there is no way in hell I would spend close to 30 bucks on an album. Hell...I don't even spend over 10 bucks on albums if you catch my drift. Thank you, Amoeba Records (California-based independent record store) and my favorite music site for making good music hella cheap (or even free). I bought ten albums at Amoeba records in San Francisco in January for less than 30 dollars! Believe it or not. I got Atreyu's first album for 1 DOLLAR!!!

So why would I spend close to twenty-five dollars for an Avril Lavigne CD? Exactly! I wouldn't!