hurray for me??

hand tremors and balance issues.. i am.freaking out right about.. now. i was thinking earlier about how our culture worships materialsim and celebrity, and if someone finds " Spirituality", they are seen as a cultish kook. Do we understand the difference between quality and "high end" name brands.?? we PAY to ADVERTISE for all these asswipe companies who have Chinese sweat shop workers churn out trinkets we salivate for like Pavlov's dogs. ooh, look! she's wearing gucci sneakers. are they real? probably not you say. she a poo pot hoe any  how. god. so much wonder in life and in this world and we stare at screens all day. those screen FLASH so quick it cannot be seen by the naked eye. the news is all fear t.v., politics is a JOKE. a fucking JOKE.

Devils Birthday.

Greetings Earthlings. i am reviving my writing for therapy puposes so if anyone hits "next Blog" and reads this fine. if not, also o.k. it's Halloween, 2011, 19 years to the DAY i met my wife. she puts up with so much shit from me. i don't know how she does it. i am trying to get back to the world of the living after losing my way in a dark forest for a long time. Depression sucks. unless you have it you can't imagine how shitty life can look. then you come out of it and are like WTF? why did i just waste a year crying in my Cheerios???? SHit. anyWAY.  i have been seeing so much insanely good art and design lately. i am a struggling artist. it inspires me and also is like.. fuck. why even lift my stupid depressed arm and try to scrawl some weak shit after seeing that stuff??? i jsut want to show THIER work to people!!! Fluck! but hopefully jsut like with this if i am passionate and wORK at it, it will get better. my wife teaches little kids, and these Russian kids can't do Halloween stuff. They told her- That's the Devils' Birthday! that's what we believe. shit, and here i didn't get him a cake or nothin..... (pic is necklace i made a lifetime ago..)

the rambo syndrome

i had the misfortune to go to Gamestop and buy Skate 2. great game. great. the culmination of the very reason i bought playstation 1, xbox, and xbox 360. but the bad part was the nice kid there talked me out of 10 bucks for a year of the game informer magazine. this mag is so nerdy it should come with some shit nerds like. like a box of candy nerds? i don't know. i am not a fucking dweeb so could not tell you. but every game and ad is for these, " i am alone in a asylum/ run down city full of zombies/ war torn zone/ ect) and i have to SHOOT my way out. all these kids todya alone in their dark bedrooms honing thier killing and sniper skills. learning wtih each and every level of every game. Killing solves all my problems! think of tens of thousands of young men who don't play sports really, and thier friends also love FPS FIRST person Shooters! add that with the music that has come out in thier lifetime. god. help us all. i don't really know why these are the only games that are super uber popular. but i hate them. they irritate me. ohh, you got FRAGGED man! haha. this really blurs the line for me. spend all your time practicing seeing life as disposable and violence as a coping tool. good job america. momma would be proud.

intro

well i am not new to writing or blogging. just this site. i hope to make some memorable posts in the near future. i was into zines and article wirting and collage and a bunch of other stuff. my wife said, you should focus your efforts. my friend Dana from the dog parks said, you should blog. i told her. ugh, i have had bad luck with it. have you heard of Dooced ? my wife is against it in a very luddite and weird way. the thing is i write to express myself. the whole thing with blogging is you want people to see what you write and think you are witty and cool and whatnot. well, i will jsut write. and let the chips fall where they may. the title is a Clash song reference. Joe strummer is one of my heroes. along with Sir Issac Newton, natas kaupas, mayor Mcheese, Mat Hoffman, ect.