The World being Laughed at

I'm the DJ King and I'll spread my audio wings and make hearts sing
ring a ding ding I wish there were trees that were green
rather than this auburn magnifigance mister lend me a dollar for soda pop
I'll suck you off in the back of the shop
Cranberries and Applesauce Samurai Lobster
the better program is the Anti Drug Noir, so many thoughts buzzing in this mind
no tolerance to caffeine anymore and weed gets me high as rick james on a binge(too bad I got none)
all thoughts dripping towards uproarious holiday halloween obscene I'll be in NP
gotta leave for class in an hour and a half
I spend these hours while my lovely sleeps wobblin my face off wondering the next time I can adeptly grab the mic and give it life
need to try the Ganzfeld experiment with different Binaural tones, the awakened mind made me fall asleep or maybe it was the lack of sleep from the night before
I'm the last one standing in this relationship game lucky for me I started out of high school and spent those years wondering why I was so alone
now I'm away from the drama away from my friends away from the drugs and away from the city
a new location breathes new light on my situation I'm pretty happy and once I get a job I can get fucked up
and that'll be lovely, never much liked drinkin I'll do it though and krunk is fun but the work it takes to get me there ain't worth it
how much more streams of consciousness can I spill before I'm brimming at the edge waterfall onto another coffee table wishing white lines of cd cases were still there as a pick me up the morning after
once I can wobble myself it'll be no problem I won't have to think about shading and values I can just go ballistic in these earbuds(skullcandy) Miss my headphones

JAH LOVE

I don't know what to say here. Living in a new location. Life is good. I am a lazy bum and I need to get a job for many many reasons. What it boils down to is putting on my hat walking out the door past Ackerman Ave down the big ass hill and into the land overrun with college students working menial jobs around this mid sized city.

I need to join their ranks, then I can buy things that aren't just government subsidized food(although that's always nice)

Been lovin dubstep a little too much lately, I feel like when I play it for people who ain't up on the dub that it offends or irritates them, the music is very grating at times. Almost as bad as DJ Drama and his air horn pressed over and over and over to celebrate the new (insert mediocre rapper here) track. But something happened to me sometime ago, around when I found out about Bassnectar, and that wobble just gets my goat. I live for the womp womp there's something crazy and unrestrained about those hammering basslines that resonate in my head for days.

Schools great, I'm glad I took the plunge, I feel sort of like I'm moving in the right direction, even though it's moving away from all my friends who I love to death. Fiona and Rachel and Mairead you're my girls. I like how I'm already old enough to feel nostalgic about the journey of our friendship. Getting stoned listening to Tchaichovsky was really one of the high points of my life.

In the city for a long extended weekend, saw Public Enemies Fireworks on the river(massive amount of people) and then Rocky Horror Picture Show with a cast performing along the screen at midnight

before the show there was a dance party and it was fun to let loose to some terrible music

As long as this idea holds up in my head, as long as I can keep my nose to the rail, things are going to be okay(I'm talking about my Syracuse plans). Just got a whiff of my BO stinking to high hell(oxymoron). Someone who's brain dead from oxycontin, similar to an E-tard. I've been there, but it was only to visit and to watch the glowstick light wave by me in trails of sticky goodness. On a side note, I have not been raving or practing poi lately which saddens me as I never fully graduated into the world of fire play. Still time I guess. 2008 really was the year of the rave. There was Bassnectar and Club Exit and Starscape and Bisco and Vibes and so many fucking nights spent up with glowsticks dancing my ass off without the aid of drugs. I know this pretty rave girl always think about her..Basshunter some good Eurorave shit.

I don't know what to dub 2009 as yet, maybe the year of the dubstep, or the year of the MC, or the half year of crack squathouse paradise(rachel u know what I'm talking about). Or the year of the long and tedious deconstructing relationship(shoutout to Alex and Susie, neither of who read this crappy blog). Nothing stays the same, gone are the dance parties at Camilles, the movie marathons with stanedelous, when Dane Cook was still funny, (Alice I still want to watch Quills witchu.) Ponyo sucked, slow and tedious I watched it in fast forwward and it still looked like it was playing in real time. And Dylan, my Adventurous pal, I hope your having a blast in Alaska, without you around a piece of me sort of flaked off into the dirt.

2009 year of the new horizons?

My Party was off the chain. I smoked crack and then my sister walked in on me.

CONGRATULATIONS!

Start planning your costumes and making a list of supplies!

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WORD WORD WORD

Now I gotta start to get serious about this shit.

SO F-ING HAPPY

Never in my life did I think my average sized dick could provide so much hilarity.

There have been a lot of good times in the Deming Street house, and a lot lot lot of doing nothing. I got a new movie project in the works and I'm hoping to bang that out in the rest of Febuary and start shooting in May.

Still unemployed, working on finding a job. I've been writing songs and such and I don't feel like I'm wasting away I just feel like somethings "just around the river bend".

left to my own devices I become over analytical of everything and also insanely jealous of the people surrounding me
I have concluded that people don't talk to me unless they want something from me
I would much rather be the fly on the wall than the walking dysfunctional mess I am
still scrutinizing drugs and alcohol but my thesis is shaky if formed at all, no need to worry because lately the examining has been from quite a distance and any encounter with aforementioned substances is fleeting at best
the life i live is not the one I set out to live but when I ask myself where I would rather be I come up with blanks
seems I am eternally stuck in stage one of the creative process and the ideas that I have seen through aren't anything admirable

Got the new nano for christmas; started crying while opening presents, tried to stifle the sniffles but it was fairly obvious
don't get lightheaded from cigarettes no mo
Saw MSI in concert
Saw Bassnectar last month

I remain stuck in the sticky disparity of indecision, finding bright times in a haze of pot smoke where the thoughts are altered and temporarily less cynical, a more bright and easy go-with-the-flow type attitude
I may be stuck in a quagmire sinking in deeper with each step I take but I don't feel like all this time getting wasted was wasted at all
my convictions haven't changed they've just mellowed and I've realized that the people i surround myself with are not on the same level of intellectual debate so perhaps some brain chemistry is squandered while I watch serials on HBO On Demand but I feel it's all moving in the direction of something great

I know that if I stick to my guns and continue to get my thoughts on the page and computer screen then I will eventually be able to cross over into a more suitable medium, be it a play or a movie or what have you

every step I make, mistake that slips my way

I'm not religious but I have this inkling it's all working towards a greater good
if only I knew what good I'm working towards.


CHOW

I need to start working on a healthier life style, both physically and psychologically. It's hard to maintain my own grasp on reality when i have all this outside input flooding in. Funny, he who overanalyzes everything cannot handle being put under the microscope himself. Big Deal, I'm a hypocrite.

I've been floating and sleeping through months ever since I reluctantly shifted back to New Paltz in the month of June. Promising my folks I'd get a job so I didn't dick around all day and yeah I applied to a few places but not really enthusiastically because I was arriving at the realization that I did not want to work or be in New Paltz much anymore. The weathered streets growing staler in my mind each minute. I continued to not do anything with my life and my parents gave me the boot.

Luckily my friend Alex put me up and has been hosting me for 2 months at least so far. I live in a house in Kingston and besides there not being much food it's a grand old time. I get to constantly socialize with people i find entertaining if not stimulating and I watch a lot of movies, which I love to do.

Recently I saw Mala Educacion by Pedro Almodivar(I think that's how it's spelled)
a good movie with an enchanting narative which sucks you in and then becomes a mystery itself.

I have been writing constantly pretty much and trying to branch out of my main muse, the drug world. I know that there exists a nirvana in everyday living. I know eventually drug use will dissipate into a "once in a while" kind of thing. But there is so much drug saturated content out there which is at the same time so mind blowingly brilliant that I feel I should inspect and experiment more before closing the door on the drug universe. Drugs can be used as  a tool if one is careful not to get lost in seductive patterns.

I'm going to start working on a Mass Murderer Christmas funtime story in which all my friends and family i care about die. It'll be like a Saw movie except a much wider scale and it will be more personal. It's intended to be a sick joke and nothing more.

Ta ta
 

Insane

Crazy

Awesome

Cool

Dude

Dope

Look at me youth of America

Stop It,

 Life is a turnabout process, I want to be able to extricate certain sillyables from my diction because they are causing me some brain ache-age. My behavior is not manditory because every other clone drone seems to me to be in a similar state of vocabulary paralysis. Modifiers and enhancers slip into sentences where they do not belong.

"That was mad dope." NO NO NO

yet it's impossible to tear down all verbal obstacles, to banish the words from each and every person's lips. I will let mad go for the time being.

What I will no longer continue to tolerate is the hypersaturated use of the word "ridiculous". The word is like nails on a chalkboard. Granted people are using it in a comparitively relatable sense but it's over use is going out the window along with uber- and word.

On a side note, "That's what up" will be allowed untill further notice.

The new word to replace the "r" word is derisory. Means the same thing so there shouldn't be any confusion.

Use it as freely and expressively as you like, because most people won't know what the fuck you're talking about.

Good Day.

So I've been doing amazing things all summer but I can't really remember any of the really good ones.

I went to two music festivals and they are alternate universes.

I was depressed for a bit and I'm still unemployed but the depression has lessened. I just don't want to be going nowhere with my aspiration and that's all it feels like.

Plus this long distance shit sucks.

LIfe in a blender.

Moving Back to New PAltz, couldn't be more ecstatic. I need to get more friends with houses.

I have no words.

Club Exit again, less happy hardcore music which is nice. Less people which was also quite a relief. Met a couple cool kats. The usual acquaintance making that happens while waiting in line. Bought some E from that same person. They were actually two people, M and John and they were quite pleasant to talk to.

Smoked a spliff with this guy who had a multi colored LED stick around his neck, he said his friends call him Lenny. Gave some kids shotties.
Raved for a bunch of people rolling face. Hit a couple in the head with the poi sticks. Fucking Poi is so much fun. Met up with some glowsticking.com reps and they told me I wasn't that bad at poi. That made me feel good.

See it sucks to show up at the club with no style and no skills and it still sucks when I only have a few rabbits in my hat but I guess it wows the people who are less talented than I. By Burning Man, I'll be spinning fire hopefully.

There was a giant inclusive moshpit composed mostly of Jersey Kids,  Seriously Jersey must have nothing to do on a friday night because they all flock to Brooklyn and NYC clubs. I don't blame them,

Overall a great night of frenetic dancing and embracing the inner rave, When I figure out step two, I'll let you know.

I need to find people who like watching movies as much as me. It's funny the brunt of the people I used to watch movies with I don't see anymore and I think that this point is distressing me.

You people know who you are and if you know me you know all I want to do is watch movies.

Everyone else gets automatically consumed in their own individually realized drama and then start focusing on that instead of the feature that is playing. Well fuck that. Why do all these people rent movies if they're not really going to watch them?

Oh boy what a weekend that was. I have the tendency to let things sit it my mind before I write about them because it's WEDENSDAY and I'm going all the way back to FRIDAY in my little memory time machine

won't you come along?

People suck at planning but I planned on that. It still bugged me out though, how I carefully set up a meeting location and give both parties each other's phonenumber so we would all meet at Blockbuster, when I got off my shift at nine, yet everyone managed to go the wrong place and do the wrong thing and all my careful planning had fallen apart.

Biz and Co has to go meet some hipster kid plus they were running late and so are Alex and Joe so there was no time to go back to my Crib and blaze one with the Asians. I knew that I wanted to get twisted beyond belief before I found my feet out on the dancefloor and it loooked like there was a kink in the chain because everyone was just meeting in NYC which was crawling with cops.

So I get off work hop on the Q and get off at union Square. I have no phone during this entire experience and it makes things a little difficult at times but I was able to get by. I see Biz after circumnavigating the entire union square because I went right instead of left out of the subway. Find Biz. Say hi to biz and company which is XE and Amy. Both of them are smoking cigarettes. I'm a little stressed from all this failed planning so I bum one(a clove) off of XE. We talk about cigs and such and hipsters and I'm already mad excited for Bassnectar and we're just waiting in union square for these hipsters to show up. They show up.

We meet we greet and then start walking around the park. And that's when I see him. I think his name is Charles it's in my wallet. He's swinging bright lights around and I thought they were glow sticks but they weren't. They were all the much better than glowsticks. I yell "teach me!" and jump the fence into the grassy area where he's showcasing his abilities. I strike up a conversation and then get to play with his Glow balls. They were amazing.
Then he pulls out some heavy duty LED sticks and i'm like damn I love you.

I told him how I found out that it wasn't necesary to be rolling or tripping to enjoy glowsticks

and he said QUOTE "Actually the best way to learn poi is a field and some really good acid. QUOTE

Different Strokes for Different Folks

so we say our goodbyes and go to the wrong side of the city to meet Joe and Alex. Oh wait. XE decides that she wants to catch up with her hipster friend and ditches my crew. Whatever, she was sort of bringing me down.

So me Amy and Biz hit up the subway and go to Port Authority 42nd Street. Call Alex and Joe and find out that they are at Grand Central Station about ten avenues away. On the way their I show Biz how to shoot elephants on the train but I'm worried that the elephants might be impervious to the special lead tipped bullets I use. I thought Biz was gonna bring some bullets but I guess she forgot.

Moving on. conversation about a guy killing people with a chainsaw from a movie-and I draw a blank-

some kid on the train Chimes in "It's Evil Dead" and it was but he said it was Evil Dead 2 when really it was Army of Darkness(the third one)

See the kid outside when I bum a cig off Joe and say high. Cross the street. no one else does. Cross back to them. I'm skipping. I think the elephant died. Buildings are crazy. Concave one on fifth avenue amazing.

Get to the show. no one gets in till they shuffle out the other event. We're there pretty early before the line starts. But we start talking to this guy who says he's Mos Def's brother. I'm fiending for some rolls at this point. And i tell Joe to keep a look out. So this guy is rapping a bunch and I'm like, you know I rap. Let me read you some.
Dead Elephants everywhere at this point.

I start spitting things from an old notebook. And this guy is blown away he starts talking all this shit about how anyone who freestyles should try to rap against me and how i'm the one he's betting on. But I'm like no I'm not that good at freestyling anymore. That doesn't stop him and he spits with some kids who stop by and then some kid tears me apart because I'm dressed like a fool. Susie is supposed to be showing up but she's late because of the trains and she ain't there yet. So I'm blowing this guy away and then he says that he's signing me to the studio.

then he propositions me with a different scheme. I'm to pose as a studio writer for VH1 having worked on shows like Flavor of Love-I love New York and the like. there's a bartender down in the club who's been floating a pilot called AC's Corner which is basically a cross between In Living Color and  Saturday Night Live and I just have to follow his lead and fill in the gaps. 

Joe scores some pure Molly. I continue to rip my lines. I ask this Guy "E" how much water is and he's like I don't know let's go down to the restuarant so we get into the club and get our tickets before everyone else. Even if this guy wasn't Mos Def's Bro he's VIP somehow. So I go to the bar and ask for a water which is fucking FIVE dollars and it's a glass bottle and shit and i ask the bartender if I can refill in the bathroom and he looks at me like I'm an  alien.

The area I buy the water in is not the area where Bassnectar is being held. There's this crazy blues guitarist going on and on and somehow we pick up our tickets and then get booted outside to wait in the rain for a while. There's a whole line of kids who are obviously on drugs and carrying drugs or about to be on drugs and then right next to the line The PO PO show up and bust this person against the back of a truck and it's sad how all we can do is stand there and watch the opression.

Joe scores some Molly for the gang and I start getting excited about that. Last time I had Molly was at the vibes and it was faker than fake. Then I start conversing with the line of people waiting to get in-doors are supposed to open at 10 pm and it's 12 and we're still not in the doors. Susie shows up in her trippy sweatshirt and now our party of hooligans is complete.

We get inside finally and immediately lost Mos Def's brother. There's a bunch of artist setting up on stage and I'm trying to pen which of them is Bassnectar(none of them are). And some crazy ass visuals of like cows and people and buildings rapidly constructing and deconstructing Biz is off in elephant forest meadows with Amy by her side. I start a conversation with Joe about where we can refill our water because we will be rolling balls in a bit and in dire need of liquidation.(At one point in the night Joe poured beer all over me, it felt like I pissed myself.)

Alex works it out with the bathroom attendant by tipping him and then we get free water refills all night.

Side note:The Saratoga Springs water I paid 5 dollars for was a dollar in the supermarket across from Blockbuster.

As I'm walking to the bathroom to powder my ass, Mos Def's Bro finds me and brings me over to the bartender guy who is already drunk as fuck and wants me to produce his Sketch Comedy Show. I spit some garbage about how we need some cutting edge comedy that really strikes a chord with today's youth and I'm in. Everybody gets free drinks for the rest of the night. So we jam for a while to the opening band, waiting for the molly to kick in. The guy has never heard of Molly before and buys one to roll on.

Somewhere maybe 30 minutes into the first set I ask Mos Def's Bro if he wants to smoke and he's like sure and I tell him to go get a blunt so we get a blunt and go backstage into the security hallway and we start to roll up a blunt with him and his homies and my homies which include Amy Biz Susie and Alex.

And Mos Def's  Bro is all hyping my rhymes and I'm getting mad withdrawn inside myself and everybody's talking about who they're security for and I ask if anyone wants a shottie and they're all laughing and shit like
We don't roll like that around here.

So I ask Susie to give me a shottie and she does and then these giant black men are like damn let me try that. So I laugh as Susie give him a shottie and it hits his face and lungs and I'm like yeah, Brooklyn in Da House!

Then as we are done with the blunt and hitting alex's chillum a coupla times someone starts freaking out backstage because there are too many non VIP normal people chillin in the VIP section so he's like anyone who doesn't know me or is affiliated with someone playing today get the FUCK OUT!

So we do. And we've missed Bassnectar's opening song and find Joe in the sea of people and start to Roll HARD and the show is amazing and I feel so good dancing having a caniption fit like woah and Biz is in the stars but she doesn't look happy about it and I'm just jamming slamming dancing as hard as I can. Susie is loving every minute of it. And I'm jumping up and down and it's fucking sick and then Bassnectar kicks in a cut of "Smells like Teen Spirit" and the room goes crazy moshing fucking brilliant. I get up front and start to really let loose I'm unaware that there is a production person filming me and this guy and this girl doing a grind train. And this guy wants me to get really low and dance with him and I try but I'm not built for dancing low like that but I do it anyway. And my friends tell me that this same guy was doing some really gay shit to me when I wasn't looking. I lose my first layer of pants and now all i have the snowmen pj's and some jammin orange shirt which i take off on Alex's request.

Some more jamming rave dancing with folks then I start to go f-ing nuts. Dancing suction cup with the ebb and flow of the bass. And eventually I'm fucking a speaker and also sticking my head right into it. I'm drawing so much attention that people are copying me, sticking their heads into the speaker and what not.

It was great.

The lesson learned that weekend was do not try to watch media content with a bunch of friends getting drunk on the side. they will talk too much and it's impossible to hear what's happening on the screen. even with some decent speakers

Okay that's enough of a recap for your sorry asses. I'm gonna be infamous.

 

Bitch I am the fucking man. Asking about the method of playing music at the Coldstone Creamery when I'm stoned and ordering a way too thick 2 to Mango Shake. What shake costs me 7 dollars? oh snap it's the one I just bought

Benny Benassi speaks to all generations and forever and ever. The lights shut off and I thought coldstone engineered it like that but it was just an employee. Anyway I make Susie break out the glowstick pop and the LED stick and we made shit happen and it was fantabulous.

I don't think they expected the tie dye t shirt kid to start raving. But rave I did.

There was gang violence alert on Easter Sunday and there were cops all over midtown. 42nd street was crawling with them. And they were controlling which part of the sidewalk you walked on. We walked in a giant square because they kept closing off different areas and we just so happened to be wheere they were closing. Then we were detained from going to the movie theatre becuase we hadn't already purchased tickets.

Saw Funny Games. Excellent movie with more social commentary than I could necesarilly handle. the whole time the director is fucking with his audience and he lets them know it.

Michael Pitt is becoming a brilliant actor. hopefully he will  be able to step out from under his brothers shadow.

Renting movies not watching them watch other people watch the movies i rented
feeling tripped out on robotussin(bad feeling) and mushrooms(good feeling)
Deja vu is a bitch bomb ass dro takes me to new heights
Blockbuster running videos memorizing DVD positions, people seem to think I'm useful

People living in inevitable cycles of circular motion
nothing I can do about that and he's happy for the time being so I shan't interveen. Besides what would that do anyways?

Tim and Eric Awesome Show Great Job! is trippy. Woodstock kids are crazy and i love them. So much pain so much similarity to the kids of New Paltz. They're both do nothing go nowhere hippie towns. Except NP has a college and more republicans. Summer is the time for experiementation. But that Candyball shit is getting closer every day now.

88 minutes was pretty good.

so people can't judge me for what I write the same way I judge all of them because i say so
Work sucked today, mainly because I chose to pound coca cola sponsored energy drink too early in my shift so when I crashed I crashed long and hard. This is a great failure on my part. I'm the type of guy who can go go go like the fucking energizer bunny. I should have had some reserve energy but I didn't. I think i got eight hours sleep too, what is wrong with me.?

I'm trying to hit new paltz for a bit but I really don't want to because I don't want to have to stay at the folks, really. Even if they made the rules clear and since i'm employed I'm welcome to visit I don't want to go there. so my bus will be right for Woodstock because i have immediate business there. What about how much are we supposed to be thinking about our futures in this moment?

I don't konw I"m frazzled and can't concentrate too well.
Had a little fight with Kika. There's problems but people don't spill their shit on the Internet(Alice) and I have enough recorded monologue on the subject that it needn't grace the page of my lj.

Good mmovies are-Death at a Funeral, The Amateurs, Darjeeling Limited, Shoot Em Up, The Hunting Party,Interview, Mysterious Skin, Brick, Moulin Rouge, The Godfather, Ace Ventura:Pet Detective, Bring it On, Fight Club, The Big Lebowski, Half Baked, The Unbearable Lightness of Being, Goodfellas, Mean Streets, Taxi Driver, The Deer Hunter, Stick It, Short Cuts, the Exorcist, The Opposite of Sex, Event Horizon,

I keep thinking stick to recent movies, but my brain won't let me.

The next movie I'll probably watch is 88 minutes with Al Pachino.