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Name: DEAD,
Country: United States
State: Louisiana
Birthday: 5/17/1965
Gender: Male
Interests: beer, chicks, metroids
Expertise: piano, guitar, singing, songwriting, gothicness, fucking
Occupation: Artist
Industry: Art
Message: message meEmail: email me
Website: visit my website
Member Since:
7/25/2003
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| 5.05.05: The day my twelve thirteen good punches to the face reaches YOU.
I'm becoming less defined! as days go by...
Fading away, well you might say
I'm losing focus.
Kind of drifting into the abstract
In terms of how I see myself.
SOMETIMES... I think I can see right through myself
Sometimes... I think I can see right through myself...
(sometimes I think I can see right through myself!)
LESS CONCERNED about fitting into the WORLD
(YOUR WORLD THAT IS)
'cause it doesn't really matter anymore
it doesn't really matter anymore
No, it doesn't really matter anymore.
(none of this!)
really matters anymore.
Yes, I am alone
But then again I always was
Far back as I can tell
I think maybe it was because
Because maybe you were never really real to begin with
I just made you up to hurt myself.
I just made you up to hurt myself.
I just made you up to hurt myself.
I just made you up to hurt myself.
I just made you up to hurt myself.
(and it worked).
YES IT DID.
THERE IS NO YOU THERE IS ONLY ME THERE IS NO YOU THERE IS ONLY ME THERE
IS NO FUCKING YOU THERE IS ONLY ME THERE IS NO FUCKING YOU THERE IS
ONLY ME.
ONLY.
ONLY.
ONLY.
ONLY.
Well, the tiniest little dot caught my eye and turned out to be a scab
and I have this funny feeling like I knew something was baaaaaaad....
I just couldn't leave it alone! I kept picking at the scab...
There's a doorway, sealing itself shut... but I climbed through...
Now I'm somewhere I'm not supposed to be! And I can see things I know I really shouldn't see!
Now I know why, and now I know why! Things aren't as pretty on the inside.
THERE IS NO YOU THERE IS ONLY ME THERE IS NO YOU THERE IS ONLY ME THERE
IS NO FUCKING YOU THERE IS ONLY ME THERE IS NO FUCKING YOU THERE IS
ONLY ME.
ONLY.
ONLY.
ONLY.
ONLY.
ONLY.
ONLY.
ONLY.
ONLY.
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| Woke up this morning realizing it had been twenty years and I still
hadn't released With Teeth. Then I woke up for the second time I
realized it was just five. Good thing it hasn't turned into another
Tapeworm! Otherwise I'd be breaking seven New Year's resolutions,
instead of just five. And we all know what happens when you break the
seventh New Year's resolution... last time that happened, my doggy fell off
a third-story balcony...  ... that was the
last time I would resolve to stop playing Mario Kart with naked with Manson,
I might as well just give in to my dark desires and be inundated in the
selfish flow of my personal river of hellish evils.
Speaking of hellish evil, I was watching Constantine when I heard the lush soundscapes that only I
could have created. Fucking Maynard and his fucking "Passive." Thinks
he can deceive me by changing the title and adding a shitty monotonous
beat?!?! Hell, I might have done that to Skinny Puppy with "Down in It"
but fuck, at least I changed most of the lyrics! I distinctly remember
writing the lyrics "maybe you're better off this way." Flashback to my
deep conservation with Daisy May about her flea infestation.
Only Daisy May understands me...
Anyways, I was looking under my bed when I found the demo tapes for
STRMGRP. Oops, I guess I didn't put it on the album after all. Now I
can't even remember what the acronym stood for. I probably just banged
it out on the keyboard and decided to think up a name later. Whatever.
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| with teeth.
hahaha.
with teeth.
i can't even say it right.
wiff teef!
yeah.
i'm gonna have to post that on my site, soon.
wif' teef'.
straight up, homie-g brutha. gonna pop a cap in yo ass. arr harr harr harrrrrrrr!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARHRHRHAHRAAAAAAAAAAAAAR!!GH!!!
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| THINK OF THE PERSON YOU REALLY LIKE. YOU HAVE
1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8...9....10 POOF!!! YOU ARE IN A LOVE
SPELL! THE PERSON U R THINKING OF WILL LIKE U A LOT......BUT IT ALL
DEPENDS ON HOW MANY PPL U SEND THIS MESSAGE TO. 0 PPL NOTHING WILL
HAPPEN......5-10NPPL UR PERSON WILL LIKE U AS A GOOD FRIEND......11-15
THEY WILL LIKE U A LOT.......16 -ANY # THEY WILL ASK U OUT AND U WILL B
2GETHER AT LEAST 4 A YEAR
Okay, so i'm kinda drudsnnk. that measns noauthing. har har har. nothing. nothing's over. har har haur h. har.
hargh..
am not looking forward to working on the next nin release (the fragile
deluxe edition, 4 discs of crap, crap, and some good stuff that i
actually released 5 years ago.) oh well. at least i'm expected to send
it out for another 5 years.
amd i lovre you, you ,, uou , wherevers yu are. fuckk, please come
bakc, danny lohner. i miss you. things just aren't the same anymore.
leo, rob, atticus, james, jerome, jeordie-- none of them care about
their hair like you do, danny. hell, not even daisy grooms as much as
you do. i need hair hellp...
b a d l y
hic
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| Going back to Los Angeles for final mixing.
Really mean it this time, though. Came back and found out that in my absence, Rob let Daisy eat a beer bottle. Poor thing got sick all over my synths and modulators and other trickery. Decided it was time to move out of that dump. Ya know, sometimes, it's time to just end things... Nothing Studios is so totally 1995. This machine is obsolete.
Sadly, girlfriend Polli (now ex-girlfriend) doesn't seem to be getting the idea that I'm running away from her. Has offered to move out west with me. Lied to her and said I was in Arizona. To prove it, I left some of my trickery in the desert and told her that I would never abandon my musical equipment! I feel so close to it and all that fucking shit! I've poured out my soul on that equipment! It's MINE!
Alan Moulder is pissed that I left his stuff out in the desert. Explained to him that getting rid of Polli is worth everything. He yelled. "The only reason you're going back to Los Angeles is so you can keep an eye on Danny! You're just pissy because you think he's having too much fun without you!"
Which is unfair. I'm just worried that Danny might not be able to survive without the salary I pay him... I mean, he hasn't taken on the profusity of jobs I have, in the past five years... I mean, I'm the guy who almost did the Doom soundtrack, he's just the twerp who hangs out with Wes Borland at Halloween...
..."Renholder" my ass... just the stupid kind of thing Maynard would make up...
Today I overheard James Brown and Atticus discussing eMOTIVe, which is apparently the title of the new APC album. Am duly impressed. Billy Howerdel must have made it up, it's so goddamn original, it couldn't have come from that asshole Maynard. I wish I thought up eMOTIVe. Suddenly, the title Bleedthrough/Bleed Through/Bleed-through/***blEEd~.~thrOugH*** does not seem as clever.
Of course, I'm just not taking myself seriously enough... I am an artiste, and whatever I do is the best goddamn thing in the world. | | |
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