Moby and his studio.

O.o

Wooohoo.

I want these things. D:

Self Analyzes

I have questioned, just like everyone else has many times before and after me. Though, you speak or rather name out "family, friends, life, love, material things, emotions, mind". On these days I don't even care, what "others" think, because my own existance is important. And not even for my own self, but for someone higher than human race can ever rise. On these I don't even care, what "others" think, when I say that nothing exists for me.

No time - it is just a flow, an impulse in the blood.
No family - these "people" are just a substitude for the simple truth - to function in this "society", to "belong" somewhere, to "be" someone.
No friends - no one of them stays until the end. No one. They are just souls, with whom to share something that is "important" at the current moment. Some of the moments last longer than the others. It all depends on the choices.
No life, no death - we are all One. We are all One. It ain't circle or evolution. It is just the One.
No love - an illusional essence. Just like hate. Or any other "emotion".

Dreams, being worth of something, wishing to be better than the chances allow. But what does control the mind, if there is one.
I do not possess any of them. I only speak that I do, cause it is injected into me from the beginning of the birth.

Yes, I have dreamt about "feeling anything". Anything at all. And I know I will. But it is just part of the game, the plan that the "parents" amongst the surrounding civilization called society pulls and pushes. But I have and always will find myself on one spot. It dosen't mean if you feel or not, because you are One.

Cowboys & Angels

I love this movie.
About bulling, gays, parties, drugs, fashion.

It is a perfect example of why people start to use drugs. And what comes out of this.
Though, yes, the movie is only one side of the different opportunities, and choices.

About friendship, love, sex, future.

About ART.

Yes, I admit, I am bi-sexual.
Totally shy about this matter, though.

I read Leslie Feinberg's book "Stone Butch Blues" about half year ago. It changed me, it changed me even more than I was before, opening my eyes and giving strenght, directions, choices. I will never forget it. I will never forget what life he had.



Yes, it is about lesbians, she-males, butches and femmes. And I breath in every word that was laid down on these white pages, that smelled like courage and pride.

Call me a fag or whatever, whoever. I will never be what you wish me to be. I am, who I am. And I love and honor people as they are. Gay or not gay. White or nor white. Poor or rich. It dosen't matter.

To be honest, I respect gays/lesbians. I really do. I have couple of them as very good friends of mine and I am so proud they are. Just are in my life. Each one of them unique.

The truth is simple. There are no sexual orientations anymore. There are no pansexuals, bi's, lesbians/gays, straights. The life circle has moved on. We are One and we will all become more united, do you want it or not.
As I said and will say more in the future.
It dosen't matter, who you are or what your dreams are.
Matters only, who you truly are and what you make out of it.

last whack on the whacker mountain of holy rubber boots and maniac dreams, when the whack decided to lay down and be the victim of whacking feet.

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yes, i admit. 

i don't have life.

therefor.

you have to just suffer under my constant delusions.

flufflers.

i am the fag of the centrum.

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last night was rainy, smokey and cemetary.
i seriously freak out, when I have to walk there.
well i did, but just for a sake of my friend.
who i met first time.

i asume he was high.
over the painkillaz.
and acted like i act sometimes.
licking the streetlamps and peeking into strange, crossed holes.
killing the sun, by jumping into the rainwaterpool.
driftin' in invisible insane flow.

i said something genius on that night.
now i do not remember.
perhaps it is better if it stays as it is.
hidden into the rocket shaped socks.

i told him about James Bond, who became Jamie Blond.
sexchange miracles, ya know.
and in the end of the road, he became James Bondage.
Hellow, mah name is Bondage, James Bondage.
black male in white suit.
white male in black dress.
some feminist bullshit.
no racism, no racism.
we are all one.

Before I carried on my road and my trembeling hands,
because it was so cold,
because it was so cold,
because it was so cold and wet,
the car, dressed in blue and white and with pair of police lights on the roof.
the car came and stopped, checking who we are.
stumbleing over our names and ages and streets of life.
- what are you doing here?.
and they drove away.

my road took me through the "summergarden",
smokin' the strongest ciggaret and slideing over the slippery slippery leaves.
i saw the police car driving out again.
(( their house is beside the "garden" ))
and a thought crossed mah mind.
- i am glad i didn't took the other way.
just incase, just incase.

i should go and take a walk.
i want beer. i want beer.

and one drag of a ciggaret.

surfin' on the jungle and d'n'b waves.
thinking i should start makeing the human heart painting.
but the slavery of mah lazyness is stronger than me.

mah friend told me later, that i am tiny in the real life.

alive life.

yes, perhaps, perhaps.

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i would love to slaughter all of the family members and all other peoples.

humans.

they bore me.

they can't think logically,

slashing around and commanding.

nonsense.

plain minds and plain ideas.

caged in small cubics and boxes.

jump on 'em, jump, jump, jump.

bounce, bounce, bounce.

- How are you?.

You know the question, right?.

Yes, you do.

A formality.

But the trick is.

I am tired to say "I am okay",

when the truth is, that I ain't.

So I will just say nothing.

Or three dots.

Or "surviving".

I think these will do the trick.

I am alright. I am okay.

This is what I tell to others.

Lately too much, perhaps.

Music: Reamonn

Being emotionless, numb shell, is hard.

When someone expects so much from you and you simply can't offer it,

cause you don't... feel.

I have been pushing everything and everyone away from me.

I have even the sexual need under control.

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I feel like I want to cry.

For my friend, who's blog I just read.

For the screaming and dying Earth.

For everything else and nothing at all.

For the raintrops on my window.

For the beating wind and the love, that is been faked.

For the snow and for the bird in the sky.

I have a need to shed my tears.

Someone bring back my soul,

cause I want to... feel once again.

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Everyone around me fall, stumble over other people.

Everyone around me have the second part, for a moment or for a lifetime.

Everyone else are everyone else.

And I don't know if they are lucky or not.

I don't know, if I ever keep walking on this road.

I don't know, if I will say goodbye after the more three years.

I don't know, what will happen in my life.

I just know one thing...

...I keep drowning and there ain't no end.

There is nothing you or anyone else can do.

Just watch...

...just watch and say goodbye.

The last chance to rip out your heart and use it as the new fake God.

Which comes to one thing:

"I only make love to Jesus, I only fuck God."

+ the quoute is from Queen Adreena.

The New Bands Lesson One

Today's band is Babylon Zoo.

The most famous song ofc is "Spaceman".

Babylon Zoo were a British rock band of the mid-1990s from England, fronted by Jas Mann.

Jas Mann had formerly been in an indie music band, called The Sandkings, which he left in 1992, because of musical differences.

Babylon Zoo was signed to Phonogram Records after A&R rep Clive Black heard their first three-track demo tape in May 1993. When Black moved to Warner Bros. Records in 1993, he took Mann's contract with him. An album had been prepared and sleeves for a single, "Fire Guided Light", were printed, but Babylon Zoo's debut was put on hold again when Black moved once more to EMI in 1995, where the band were signed on to a seven album contract.


However, promotional copies of the song "Spaceman" had already been distributed, and was chosen to tie in with the release of a new Levi's jeans TV advert. The single went straight to Number 1 on the UK singles chart and also went to Number 1 in the single charts in twenty-three countries. Many people having heard the song on the Levi's advert believed the song to be a fully electronic song like the clip heard in the advert (which was merely a section of the song speeded up). 


An album, entitled, The Boy With the X-Ray Eyes was produced at Mann's New Atlantis Productions music/artwork/video centre. It was released in 1996 and included new-age tracks such as "Is Your Soul For Sale?" and "I'm Cracking Up I Need A Pill". It debuted at #6 on the album charts and reached the Top 20 in 17 countries including Australia, New Zealand and Canada.

In 1997 Jas Mann was lampooned on the channel 4 TV series, Brass Eye.
Three years later, 1999, a follow up album was released entitled King Kong Groover, but Mann decided not to promote the album as he was not getting support from his label EMI since the departure of the man who had signed him, Clive Black. Mann subsequently decided to move to India and work for an aid agency. 


In 2005, it was announced that a new Babylon Zoo album, Cold Clockwork Doll, would be released sometime in the near future. This album has yet to be released.

((Info from Wikipedia.))




Jasbinder "Jas" Mann (born 24 April 1971, Dudley, West Midlands) is a British song-writer, musician, singer and record producer.

Mann is of Indian descent and is Sikh. His final years of state education were undertaken at Pendeford High School, where he developed a passion for music. He formed his first band at the age of 15 with friend Adam Toussaint called The Glove Puppets, and personally funded a 7" vinyl single, sold through local record shops in 1987.
The Sandkings, another Wolverhampton band with a strong following, were keen to sign Mann as their vocalist, and he joined them in 1988. The Sandkings, named after a 1981 collection of sci-fi short stories by George R. R. Martin (called Sandkings), released seven singles and an EP with Mann between 1988 and 1992 as well as an album. They were moderately successful, scoring three Top 10 hits in the UK indie single chart.
They were the opening act for The Happy Mondays and The Stone Roses in the early 1990s, but Mann left the band in 1992 because of creative differences.

In 1997, Mann (along with other UK celebrity figures) appeared on Brass Eye, a UK television series of satirical spoof documentaries, which aired on Channel 4. He appeared in the "Drugs" episode, in a non-drug-related credit sequence roll. He stated that he had never "written a spherical song", and agreed with Morris' assertion that he might have a few more genes than normal people. He was introduced as "the man who was totally Babylon Zoo, The Chungwit, the biff-boff and the puff pastry hangman," and responded when asked if he was a genius, "I will become a genius."
In late 1999, he moved to Chandigarh, India and spent time in ashrams working as an aid worker helping build shelters for deprived areas.
Mann then moved to Myddle, Shropshire and claimed he would never want to live anywhere else "regardless of how rich or successful I may become and despite extensive world-wide travel to promote my music". However, in 2006, Mann moved to the Mojave Desert saying the solitude "enhances creativity and calms my whirling mind"[1].
Mann also wrote the theme music for Channel 4's Speedway Grand Prix programme, screened on Saturday mornings throughout the speedway season (2000/01).
Mann co-owned a record company, Hub Records, and released three songs under the name of Mariachi Static in 2003. In 2005, he announced he would be issuing a new Babylon Zoo album, Cold Clockwork Doll, although this has yet to be released.
In 2002, he moved to Los Angeles, where he has been writing film scripts and working with the likes of Cuba Gooding Jr. and Stephen Dorff.
Mann started his film company Immortal Features in 2006. He shall be releasing his first feature film The Whisperers in 2009.

((Wikipedia.))

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Anime School no.1.

Started to watch one certain anime that my little brother gave me. This far, I have watched 5 episodes from 12. I love it. I just love it. It is strange, wicked, mysterious and I love it.  

 

 

 

Series Information

Title:

Bakemonogatari

Type:

TV Series, 12 episodes

Year:

Jul 3, 2009 to Sep 25, 2009

Genre:

Ecchi, Mystery, Parody, Psychological, Romance, School Life, Vampire

Status:

Complete

Summary

Bakemonogatari centers on Koyomi Araragi, a third year high school student who is almost human again after briefly becoming a vampire. One day, a classmate named Hitagi Senjougahara, who infamously never talks to anyone, falls down the stairs into Koyomi's arms. He discovers that Hitagi weighs next to nothing, in defiance of physics. After being threatened by her, Koyomi offers her help, and introduces her to Meme Oshino, a middle-aged homeless man who helped him stop being a vampire. In each chapter of the series, he encounters a different heroine, each involved with a different "apparition". The events of the previous chapters play an important role in the subsequent ones. The series primarily focuses on conversations between characters; it contains a fair number of parodies of other series, as well as Nisio Isin's trademark wordplay and metahumor.

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Youtube gives:

Bakemonogatari (化物語?, roughly "Ghostory"—a portmanteau) is a Japanese light novel series written by Japanese novelist Nisio Isin and illustrated by Taiwanese illustrator Vofan; the series is published by Kodansha under the Kodansha Box imprint. The story centers on Koyomi Araragi, a third year high school student who has recently survived a vampire attack, and finds himself mixed up with all kinds of apparitions; gods, ghosts, myths, and spirits. An anime adaptation by Shaft started airing on July 3, 2009 and is set for 12 episode.

 

Agh. People.

So I officially move my VF journal here.

Just to keep someone in peace and leave their little nervs alone.

I wander, why people let themselves disturb over some stupid things.

I just slide over it,

as:

I. I don't fucking care.

II. It is none of my business.

III. I do not know these people,

so why to bother myself over these things

and ruin my nervs.

Hah. Dissapointingly amusing.

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I make my broadcasts not so often in there.

And yes, some people REALLY don't fucking read the journals of those people,

who are in their fucking friends list.

So just...

GET THE FUCKING OVER IT!.

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Humans...

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...and their phatetic drama.

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Overall.

The concert was awsome.

Though on one night it got out of hand and I had hangover.

But I managed to finish all of my money by buying expensive booze from the bar.

But I loved it, and yet I got very tired.

I made a discovery:

I ain't fit for traveling any more.

I think I have gotten old. -.-'

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More comes later.

Böö.

Random

Slipping on the slippery alley way.
Slipping on the lecture and
unterestimated carbon boxes.

The fly is pinned on the rusty wall.
Still slipping.
Slipping through the aged knives.

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Mainstreem children in the house-pipe faced man's dream.

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The half packed bag is waiting me.

Am I really on the road again..?.

Short amount of time.

Open for the new experiences.

A test.

A test if I'd survive the city

full of "just keep on flying",

full of "c'mon, drink, drink, drink",

full of delusions and games with electrical illusions,

full of fake friends and "hey, what brought you here".

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A test to stay sober.

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List of what new artist I has found.

And re-discovered once again.
They are yumm.

Yumm yumm.

8mm
A Guy Called Gerald
Handsome Boy Modelling School
Amon Tobin

Archive
Beth Gibbons & Rustin Man *
Bitter:Sweet
Blue Foundation
Bonobo **
DJ Shadow
DJ Vadim
Jay Jay Johnson ***
Kruder & Dorfmeister
Moloko
Nightmares On Wax
Sofa Surfers
Supreme Beings of Leisure
Telepopmusik
UNKLE
Wax Tailor

* ((B. Gibbons is the Portishead singer, incase you didn't know.))

** ((So sweet, so sweet.))

*** ((I discovered that the dude looks like meh. OR do I look like him?. My nose is better, tho.))