Giraffe needs food badly.
OMG Kangaroo
Damn duck bit my entire hand clean off.
“These Bricks Are Worn” by Cube A
So here is another track from the side project I’m working on, now entitled “Cube A.” This thang is a mess of emotions and angst and all that fun stuff… so I just hope someone out there enjoys it. If you never heard the first track I did, just scroll down a little ways, you’ll find it.
This song in particular deals with addiction. Not being addicted to any sort of hardcore drugs per se, I’m not sure how well I captured the situations and feelings. It may come off cheesy, but driving down the street the other day, it really did suddenly occur to me that you rarely see tween/teenaged kids outside doing their thing anymore. Instead, they’re all in secretive places, snorting/drinking/smoking/gaming/masturbating/whatever. Sometimes alone, sometimes with friends. Either way, we all have some vice that really fucks with us, and it makes those yards and streets look pretty empty and unwelcoming.
Well, enough of me being fruity. Give it a listen. If you want to “rap” along, here are the lyrics. And I’m out.
No emotion, at least you don’t show it
Guilty you know it, but lost in the heat of the moment
Yeah it flows like the ocean, flows like the ocean, waves come a rolling
Can we stop for a second of silence?
No need for violence eyes glowing red outside
But inside they’re a beautiful violet
They still don’t be hiding the tears that you’re crying
Sky’s lit, sets the mood for your perfect addiction,
Get what you need and let fact or let fiction
Pave the way for your justification, set battle stations…
Steadily, never let the heat get the best of me,
Tie another arm off, set another line for me,
We all take in stride even though there’s another side
That we’re willing to live and let die,
With a list of better things to be doing; productive,
But this waste is conductive… combusted
Watch me die in the heat of my own self-destruction
Such a beautiful eruption
Clock starts again, countdown to another sin,
Only hope you can take it like a deck to the chin,
Like a man, let the sweating begin…
Going to Burger King will never be the same for me. Let us all shed a solemn tear as we mourn the days of actual people greeting you at the drive-through…
Now, let us bow our heads in silence and pour a 40 out for the inevitable future… where there will be no human conversation at the drive-through whatsoever. Employees will be replaced by voice recognition software, and none of your fucking orders will ever be right again.
EVER. YOU WANT NO PICKLES??? THINK AGAIN, ASSHOLE. YOU ARE GETTING MANY A PICKLE.
Fuck you indeed, Mr. Bitey.
Protect These Assets, Biatch!
Why do convenience store asset protection people always suck so much? With the exception of one individual (hats off to you, Rich!), every undercover loss prevention guy I’ve ever met has been a total, unabated doucher.
Our guy right now is Pierre. Yeah, Pierre. Really. I didn’t even know Pierre was a real fucking name. I thought it was just a pseudonym used in old cartoons to poke fun at French people.
Pierre, just like the multitude of thief-catchers before him, is very job-oriented. He is, without a doubt, 100% incapable of having a normal human conversation with another person. Instead, all he can ever talk about is catching criminals. Oh, you caught a guy trying to steal a greeting card? What do you want, a fucking medal?! Guess what, champ? That’s your job. Get used to people not blowing you every time you put in the minimum effort of your job description.
That aside, the biggest reason I hate Pierre is that he decided to write me off as a human being for no particular reason. Every time I try to say anything to him, or even make eye contact with him, he gives me the “go fuck yourself” look and walks away. I don’t really know why. I usually don’t decide to just hate people based on first sight alone, unless they are customers. I like to think that I give everyone else a pretty fair chance. Do I get a fair chance? Hell no. Well, fuck you Pierre. Everyone can see your stupid bald head poking up over the aisles, you “undercover” nobody. Quit acting like you’re so important, because if you weren’t here, I’m sure we’d just have some other over-excited jackoff doing your job.
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Spider Brains lmao, peace and I'm out...
You know how Spider Man was always a witty motherfucker? Always had something smart-ass to say to his foes? I found it weird how the villains, while extremely intelligent, with their evil schemes and blueprints for world domination, could never come up with any better comebacks than “Spider-brains” or “webhead.”
Ouch, villains. Ouch.
SONG OF THE DAY: The Royal We by Silversun Pickups
Silversun Pickups are mashing up everything that was good about 90’s alt-rock and making it present-day awesome. Intense fuzz and reverb-laden guitars, vocals with great range, songs with melodies and substance. It’s all here, and in rare form. Listen and enjoy!
