Hear My Enthusiastic Piggy Squeal

It's Friday. The government finally gave me my money back. To celebrate I bought a bottle of good vodka. Now I plan to get sloppy drunk, chain smoke in the house, eat pepperoni, play video games, and touch myself incessantly to naked photographs of some poor bastard's daughter. Oink! Oink! Oink!

Fuck Motivation

(Author's note: Typing this was very hard...) I have taken a brief creative hiatus. The music room is a shambles, stuffy from not being opened in ages and thusly smells like a community gym. Work has been quite stressfull as my company is merging. In times of upheaval and stress I can't sleep. I get to a point where the only way to survive is to just react and not get any deeper into it. Your day gets filled with dumb awkward moments without conversation like; step aside and let that lady at work who always gets your name wrong go by; duck, that cabinet door is open and type, type, sip coffee repeat until daily job requirements are done, then leave. I'm saving my mindpower to exploit later. I'm getting plenty high tonight and letting somebody else entertain me. For now I've got Pink Floyd talking about themselves and playing amongst the ruins of mankind's ignorance in Live at Pompeii. Agnus Dei is next on my playlist. I have been so absolutely focused on making music that I forget to just stop and apreciate it. I have to be alone with my mind and some great music for a while. Gotta go, I've got a lava lamp to stare at and LP's to accidentally scratch. If I have any revelations I'll let you know. Nighty night boys 'n girls.

the new school!

t's time! the road to world domination starts with satisfying one simple "modern" need: to feel as if you a part of something bigger than you and that you have something to contribute. we need to start an institution however stupid that will meet this need and then people will fall in willfully. tom colege i'm your first graduate! audience participation bitches!!

The Reverend's Eastern Crusade

Just last week, our good freind Phil(A.K.A Revered BustaPheara) left on a journey that we admire and envy. His quest is noble(maybe not as noble as making $100k by the time your 27, but not every one can reduce themselves to corporate prostitution in that short time). He has decided to walk the entire Appalachian trail, an arduous journey taking him through 14 states and over 2,000 miles. Why does he do it? Well, I don't really know. I was too drunk to remember to ask him the last time I saw him. Having known Phil for quite some time, I can only concede this: The birth of a new music.
Phil has always been known in our circle as quite the electric guitarist, performing lightning fast runs at the drop of a hat, with note for note perfection. I believe his quest, originating in Georgia and ending in Maine, will be a that of a musical sponge. The great Phil has finally found his limits with hardcore metal, and wishes to expand. He feels pity on those who know nothing else but folk, bluegrass, and other such arcane music styles. He will forge a new music, one of electricity softened by the woes of the country folk.
But, I must digress. Whatever the reason for phils daring, if not pointless journey, he has entrusted to me, Tony "the animal" Schmitt, the telling of the tale. Whenever and however he can, he shall send word of his adventures. I shall, without bias or editorial, recant his story to you.

until then, dear piglets, until then.