Here's JUST the posts of the month of June. Today is Saturday, June 17, 11:38pm (its almost 5:30am on Monday the 19th and I'm just finishing this up) and I'm going to put a few words down. I'll not be verbose because I want to actually do a little hot springs talking. Too bad I didn't get to that hot spring stuff. Oh well. Next time.
First off, I wanted to say, twice recently did you make me melt. Wait, I take that back, initially about a week ago was the first, which makes three now. Keep being you. I'm digging it. You really are sweet and it's fun and intriguing and also obviously heart warming, watching you, and I don't know the right words but grow isn't the right one and neither is open up, but i'm going to say it's all about watching you become you, become the future you. I think that's what I'm watching. Whatever you call it it's amazing. I'm not just talking about the obvious, because, of course we are all always changing and growing (i guess not all of us) but it's fun. i feel like slowly but surely i'm seeing you become the you that you will be. As you grow, open your mind to be open to leaving the bad bits behind in lieu of culturing and nurturing the bits that deserve more attention. Just abandon some shit, you got to. You see, there's only so much room for you to be you. We get filled and we have to let go of some things to have room for the new things. If you're not doing that and you're not paying attention—the wrong thing will become obsolete. I've seen that happen quite often in myself. Where i'll look back at a photo and be like, "Oh man, i miss that guy." So, do yourself a solid and nurture the parts of you that you want to expand, to grow, and stop giving so much attention to the things that need to go away. So often, we do the opposite: when we obsess and always worry about the things we don't like, and focus all our attention and energies on those negative aspects, it actually has the opposite effect. The more attention you give something, the more you think about it, the more it grows. Be the opposite. Always praise and enjoy and think about the good qualities in yourself. Trust me when I say that because you've got a lot of good qualities: I can see them. That'll encourage your good qualities to grow. If you focus on stressing over and rehashing all the negatives things, then you become a person that you don't like when you look in the mirror. Don't let that happen to you. Fill yourself with the good parts of your life by rewarding yourself, and loving yourself. That's fine if you can't or don't wanna do it for yourself. I get that. Think of it this way: do it for the future you.
I'm not going to tell you when those moments were when you — did that thing you do. I'll leave that to your imagination. And I'm going to cut this short. I was on a roll and I should have kept going last night cuz then there would have been another two paragraphs of inspiration and adoration, but I got side tracked. I had to take a break because I was seeing myself going to deep into a direction that I don't need to venture out into just yet. And it was good thing. I ended up watching two very good videos. One was about how couples should be more open about sex, and I can't agree more. Boy they were speaking to the choir on that one. and the other was about how you can read a person by looking at how they organize their wallet, their trunk or their medicine cabinet. And read them well enough to be able to speak to them very effectively. It was quite cool. The lady had done some research, and created her own lab that runs bona fide experiments, and she also does market research, and one of the things she was noticing was that most often what you think about who you are is the opposite of who you are. We don't know ourselves, and that tends to make us ineffective communicators. I think i agree.
And with that, I think I'll close this off. I never did get drunk, I just wasn't in to it. The sun is coming up and that means its my bedtime. Good night.
Briefly:
Art-like things: No one liked the sugar skull that I just adore, but more than I expected were digging on the optical illusion type one on the right. Using the same formula I created the Van Gho-esque one on the left, we'll see how it goes.
Videos: I never really did like the Smashing Pumpkins. I saw them play one year at Lollapalooza (remember that festivaL??) and all he did, the lead singer, Billy Corigan i think, all he did was bitch because everyone was streaming out like the show was over. Well, Billy, thats what happens when you insist on the headliner spot and you get blown out of the water by the Beastie Boys. LMAO he was going off and obviously all butt hurt, it was embarrassing. He said one line like "we were grunge before seattle " (and no, he fucking wasn't, they were ne'er grunge) and i mean it was a show in Washington, pathetic. But this song, Bullet with Butterfly wings, it was okay, now Ill Niño comes along and fucking just kills the song. I mean Oh my gosh such a good cover. Billy, eat your heart out. Next is Oh my gosh, Abominator. Doyle, I think I went off about them already on the Idaho Hot Spring post. Anyway, I'll save you the sermon, but I played the shit outta that. It came out after my divorce and when we were in CEntral America, Jenn (the ex) was supposed to be selling the rest of the pot and getting me the money so I wouldn't get arrested (its illegal to not have money, they don't want you there and if they catch you and find out you don't have enough money, and enough is up to the discretion of the soldier who apprehends you or that you talk to, i say soldier because they aren't really police they are part of the army, they don't really have police but i digress, if they find out you're broke they throw your ass in jail and it can be years before the US can get you out) anyway so she was stalling just to fuck with me and everything that happened i would start drinking and put on my headphone just damn nera screaming the lyrics, i'll find them and put them below down at the bottom here, and scream them at her, because its so fitting to aim stuff like this song at people you are mad at. LOL. Anywaya, I love Doyle. One of his songs, he's like "the quickest way to someone's heart is straight through their fucking chest", Oh my gosh, i think tahts Cemetarysexxx thats coming up, but he's great, I think he reformed the misfits without glenn, i'm not sure, but i dont think hes doing Doyle anymore.
Music, I love. So much so that I reposted it. I wanted to share my Mommy and Psycho 78 and SoreLoser music with you. The latter two i created their artwork and stuff and the former I just really liked. Then somewhere amidst that debacle, i not only was able to dig up my CD Baby account to get at all the places where I was able to get the SoreLoser CD in to (that info is in the text on the page I made for their album, No Justice) but I was also able to finally dig up the Archive.org link to J&M Publishing's website (My company – we almost had a million dollar year once, just shy of it). That was important to me because it allowed me to re-animate some old sites that I had been reminiscing about: Murray's Rockpile, Hotpools, xxxpinions, and Jato Cafe. I decided to throw in some more songs to the list down below, the top 100, lol, and I wanted to further test my media player so I dropped it in this folder of Erin Corday, a wonderful singer, and it worked!
Rob Scallion & Sarah Longfield (Payback)
Rob Scallion (Cowboys from Hell)
Peeping Tom (Five Seconds)
Dead Cross (Seizure & Desist)
Tokyo Groove (Funk #1)
Ill Niño (Me Gusta la Soledad)
Deadboy & Elephant Men (already dead)
Betty Blowtorch (Ive been so mad)
Lords of acid (spank my booty)
Betty Blowtorch (dresses)
Garfunkel & Oates (Fuck you)
The Melvins (I Fuck Around)
Butcher Babies (Headspin)
Butcher Babies (coming to take me away)
The Dollyrots (BCuz I'm awesome)
Sumo Cyco (Give it away)
Lords of Acid (Show me your Pussy).
Hayseed Dixie (drinking again)
Static-X (still of the night)
The Gits (Drunks)
Anouk (Any Younger)
The Dollyrots (My best friend's Hot)
Puya (Puya)
The Wipers (Window Shop for Love)
Morphine (Good)
Black Happy (Such Must Suck)
Forced Entry (We're Dicks)
Mommy (Kicked to the curb)
Korn (Let the Guilt Go)
The Dead Weather (Die by the Drop)
Hermano (Angry American)
Doyle (Cemetery Sexxx)
SoreLoser (Green Machine)
Psycho 78 (Tacoman)
Buckcherry (crazy bitch)
Ozzy (Scary Little Green Men)
Static-X (I want to fucking beak it)
Mr Bungle (Squeeze me Macaroni)
The Donnas (All Messed Up)
Kittie (Suck)
Wipers (Return of the Rat)
Otep (eat the children)
Kyuss (Thumb)
Dead Kennedys (Terminal Preppie)
Kyuss (Green Machine)
Hayseed Dixie (hard to be a christian)
Korn (devil went down to Georgia)
Otep (breed)
ill Niño (zombie eaters)
Richard cheese (The # of the Beast)
Blood Brothers (burn, piano burn)
Otep (equal rights, equal lefts)
Butcher Babies (its killing time)
Betty Blowtorch (I wanna be UR sucker)
Sweaty Nipples (Demon Juice)
The Gits (Drinking Song)
Helmet (In the meantime)
Blood Brothers (Spit shine black clouds)
Puya (Whisker Biscuit)
Korn (faget)
Mommy (Spare Change)
Morphine (Buena)
The Dead Weather (Hustle & Cuss)
Acid Bath (Scream of the butterfly)
ill Niño (Bullet with Butterfly Wings)
Doyle (Abominator)
Jenna Marbles (Bounce that Dick)
Bubbles and the Shit Rockers (Liquor and Whores)
Betty Blowtorch (I wish you's Die)
Dan Reeder (Food and Pussy)
Dan Reeder (The work song)
Hermano (Angry American)
Go Betty Go (Donde Voy)
Sumo Cyco (BYOB)
Jack White (I'm Shakin)
Rollins Band (Disconnect)
Butcher Babies (Pussy Whipped)
Buckcherry (Head like a hole)
The Donnas (Too bad about your girl)
Jackyl (She loves my cock)
Hayseed Dixie (If you're brave enough)
Mr Bungle (The girls of porn)
Lords of Acid (Rough Sex)
Gruntruck (CrazyLove)
Sweaty Nipples (touch my cum)
Jack White (Blunderbuss)
Christina Perry (Jar of Hearts)
Ozzy (Straight to Hell)
Anouk (Ms Crazy)
Raging Slab (Weatherman)
Chris Cornell (Billy Jean)
Christina Perry (Banng bang bang)
The Misfits (I turned into a Martian)
Chris Cornell (Thank You)
Guns 'N' Roses (I Used to Love Her)
Black Happy (Garlic)
Morphine (Sharks)
The Dead Weather (60ft Tall)
David Lee Roth (yankee rose, spanish version)
Little Blue Crunchy Things (Invocation)
Ween (Bananas & Blow)
Yeah!
The streets are running red with blood, yeah we came here to kill
So call us Abominator, call us what you will
We'll skin you alive, leave your bodies on stakes
We'll burn down your homes, and piss on your graves
Dishonor, Dismember
Discredit, Destroy
Let nothing survive, this is total war
Now the shit world ends, by my hand
You will pray for death
Abominator!
And we're like the hands of god, constricting round your neck
Ripping your skulls apart, to drink out of your heads
We'll skin you alive, leave your bodies on stakes
We'll burn down your homes, and piss on your graves
Dishonor, Dismember
Discredit, Destroy
Let nothing survive, this is total war
Now the shit world ends, by my hand
You will pray for death
Abominator!
Now the shit world ends, by my hand
You will pray for death
Abominator!
Yeah!
(FUCK EM UP)
So let the darkness rise
Your world will die
See the abominator growing in our eyes
And say your last goodbyes
Now the shit world ends, by my hand
You will pray for death
Abominator!
Now the shit world ends, by my hand
You will pray for death
Abominator!
We're your annihilator
Your world's (?) devastator
Bloody decapitator
Abominator!