First of all, is a cool site. Anybody who loves the beauty and diverse splendor of this planet should check it out. Second, this is a great story about human determination and endurance. I found it very inspirational and I hope some of you folks out there will too!



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What would you say is the biggest lesson you’ve learned in life so far?

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milk-death pours and powders over grey
and we are all waiting
for the train
a row of the tired and beaten.

an older guy next to me,

head down,
knees shaking,
hands wringing,
head bobbing.
words uttering.

“it ain’t right, man, ain’t right”
he says over and over, voice
drenched in the weakness and decay of

people walking back and forth.
muffled beats and garbled rhymes
arise and fade away.

“excuse me, buddy?”
the guy next to me asks, stopping
his mad ramble.

I put my book down and
look at him.

his eyes are glazed over
and tired, revealing
a slave to his addictions

“I’m sorry to bother ya,
but I’m in a bad situation here.
you see me and my buddy, we’re stuck.
we need to get to the city and we
lost our money…”

ah, this old line.
I’ve used it myself sometimes
when I was short for a bottle
or a bag.

I reach into my pocket and
produced 5 dollar bill.

before I handed it to him, I asked
“so what’s your deal?
I know your hand’s
been in the cookie jar.
what is it?”

“nothin’ man, I’m just stuck here…”

“oh, I know you are.”, I said as
I handed him the bill. his shaky hand
took it. my guess was PCP, dust.

“awww gawd my man,
I looove ya, man!” he exclaimed.
his eyes lit up at the site of
old Lincoln, who died once
already and had a few more to

he got up and nudged
his buddy, who was sitting
on the other side of an overflowing
garbage can.

his wool cap
had been pressed
down over his eyes
to keep all that fear out.

and the milk death.

as he pulled his wool
cap and eyes knowing
the fear show. eyes now forgetting fear
as old Lincoln is traded like
a slave from those days
of living myth as lies.

“hey, I love this guy!”
the guy who was sitting next
to me said.

“you don’t love him,”
his buddy, who was still
examining the bill said.

he looked over at me
as he handed the bill
back, “he don’t love ya,”

“just happy I could help,”
I said, lifting my book
to continue reading it.

“he don’t love ya,” then turning to
the other guy, the buddy said, “You
don’t love him.”

“yeah, I do!” the guy said, now
sort of doing some kind
of dust inspired jig. The White
Horse is riding wild tonight.

“you can’t say that to
people like that, just anybody,”
the buddy reprimanded.

“I looove him man!”
the guy exclaimed again.

“you can’t say that!
what if they don’t love
you? what if?”

“how long have we been

“4 hours.”

the jig continued as if the
devil were plucking
at banjos and our

one by one.

and the night wore on…

the other train came in
and more of the hive were
filling the halls and

steps, chatter
beats and the fear.

“hey, bum!”

the holler came from a
mass of down, plastic, and
melatonin blackened skin.
her face was twisted with
disgust holy indignation.

the guy didn’t hear the
derogatory summons. he was
looking at that 5 bucks and
arguing with his friend about
the virtues of loving a stranger.

“hey! bum!”

louder this time, more gusto.
the guy still didn’t hear but his
buddy noticed and started waving his
hand at him.

“Jim, hey Jim, the lady calling you
over there.”

Jim stopped his rant and looked over
at the lady that was calling him.
his eyes narrowed as they homed in
on the floppy, dirty thing that she held up
for him.

old Lincoln now had a twin waiting
for him.

the guy, Jim, ran over to the
woman and, more importantly,
to her money.

he snatched up the 5. He
began his jig again while dancing
with it and its twin.

“I Looove this woman,” he sang.
“thank you sooo much!”

I felt strangely forgotten.

“you’re welcome,” the woman said,
rolling her dead eyes.

“oh, thank you so much,” Jim slurred out
again. “I Love You, Baby!”

“okay, whatever, you have a blessed one,”
she said with nonchalant contempt.
this lady would have made a good
countess in pre-Revolutionary France.

“no but really, I loooove you,”
he said. “and you better believe
I got a blessed one.”

“you GOT a blessed one? Huh?” she asked.

I already knew where this was headed.

“oh yeah, baby, I got a blessed one alright,”
he said. “my dick is so holy it’ll
fuck you till salvation.”

“oh my GOD!”

“hey, I looove you, baby…”

“Jim! goddammit!” yelled his companion.

We all exploded in burst
of the rarest of moments
where tragedy
and comedy
play out like

mists in the dawn

of spring

all that comes

like all those
things we try
to struggle
with because
love was the

and victory
in that
the final

we were
in our laughter.

it was a good one.

the old chariot
of the suburb
damned pulled
up with its
familiar metro
purr and squelchy

slow slow hum
silver melt
into my smooth
smooth ride.

I check my things
all there, ticket in hand.

sweep now into
glory of
an old day

as Jim and his buddy
ride the wild white horse
while feeding the
dreams of devils
and liars.

and the angels will
pray to the
failing of
and us.

never saw those
two again

but I know we’d
all agree that night
was magic in
small surprises.

it was a good one.



A little too much partying.

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This is the official video for Beats Antique’s song ‘Skeleton Key’. I’ve been listening to them for a little while now. I definitely dig their stuff . It’s a blend of different influences, ranging from Big Band to World music, all backed by their unique brand of electronic grooves. Any other fans out there?

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The Depravities by Victoria Del Bene

This is a drawing made for me by my very lovely and talented girlfriend, Tori :)

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This Is Why I Don’t Eat McDonald’s

This is a short article talking about some of McDonald’s deceptive practices as far as what ingredients they put into their food. 

Link  —  Posted: April 22, 2014 in Uncategorized
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Erick Shute, singer for legendary New York death metal band Pyrexia, recently posted on Facebook asking his friends whether they thought crowdfunding websites, such as Kickstarter, are a viable way for bands/artists to get the money they need to tour and record. This was my response:

I think any way that gives the artists a chance to create what they want to create and it’s something the listeners/fans want to get into, then I say have at it. That being said, the Kickstarters of the world are great in that they provide a way to circumvent a lot of the reliance on traditional methods of raising money to make a record which a lot of times tend to put the artist in a bad spot and could result in a record that would disappoint not only themselves but the fans too. The fact that anyone excited about a project can donate and get things like merch, etc. implies a mutuality and inclusion that has been sorely lacking from the artist/fan relationship for a long time now. Remember when you would get a band’s demo tape and write to them, telling them how cool it is, taking the time and money to reach out to a band across the country or perhaps even across the world? And then then a few weeks later you’d get a little package with stickers and a shirt, thanking you for the support. Kickstarter, Indiegogo, etc. are bringing that kind closeness back, which I think is great and removes another impersonal barrier on the creative process by corporatization.

There were others who thought bands asking for financial aid from their fans are just being lazy. 

What do you think?