Way to hot for shirts this week. Editing footage and shooting more tonight. No other updates.

skin and bones yeah?

ok so the big plans are starting to form,i've talked to matt and we're coming up with an idea for this summer that will hopefully lead to something in our lives we started and followed through with till the end. I've always thought of being famous in a way where achieving fame is impossible unless you get lucky. But with the internet all it really takes is alot of effort, good friends, some talent and a good idea.

are you ready for it?

part 1.
we're starting a band, and before you stop and say "hey it's been done by so many people I don't think you can do it." let me just say that in my view it's never been done like this and I think it can be done and it has to happen. I'm tired of waiting, opportunities don't just happen. I am fully prepared to put my heart and soul into this and if something happens and this takes off I am ready to leave school to pursue my dreams.

part 2.
the second part of my plan is to document everything that happens and keep a thorough update on the bands plans/ideas/lives using videos/blogging and stuff like that. I really want to have an interactive fan base where we can talk to people who care about what we're doing and get their feedback. If we get haters we'll take what they say as a critisism and do what we can to make people happy. But the main idea is to make the music we love and provide our audience with front seats and back stage insight from the beginnings.

and I know the beginnings will be humble as it is with any band, however we're going to set goals and i think by the end of the summer a big tour isn't too impossible. We officially started today and we are looking to fill the band with local musicians, we'll be sending out messages to people we think would fit the style and people who can be motivated enough to make something happen.

the sound we're going for is very bluesy, a mix of catchy light/folky parts with huge heavy drops and breakdowns. we're thinking of incorporating some wobbing and other electronic effects in the break downs which i think would sound sick.

anyways that's a basic idea of the concept in writing, I shot some footage today of the first practice/jam and it looks promising. i hope that this is something alot of people can get excited about so tell your friends to tell their friends, lets make this big. WE WANT INPUT, THATS OUR THING.

My main reason for this idea is that the music industry has sortof been taken over by people who don't do anything for themselves and it looks like artists are relying heavily on companies to carry them through and then we get a bunch of songs that money made and not passion or life influenced art.

With this project I want to prove that DIY is the best solution. Selling out is not an option, we're dedicated to doing things for ourselves and for any fans or enthusiasts.

So keep an eye here and around as we're starting to work on this all right NOW. We do not have an actual name for all of this yet but we've brainstormed a few ideas and would love to hear what you guys think/suggestions.

heres a little list. (sorry matt and chris if i forgot the ones you said)

the project
the small town dream
project fame
the dream project
DIY
ghost.ghost?ghost! (haha we can use it, it's mine)
farm to fame (lol)

there were more, they've just slipped my mind here (it's past 4am and i'm boiling hot in my room)

anyways, I'm still awake so I'm gunna write a bit more and then go chill out down stairs by a fan or something. Lets see if I can write something worthwhile.



skin and bones.

oh how the days ware on
cutting into my mind
like a needle filled with
restlessness and stupid lie's

i still haven't found another reason for living
i'm bored to tears waiting for this to happen
please be advised this is not how i want to live

cause i'm young
and this body ain't gunna be here forever
and i smoke drugs
but it's the excitement that i'm really here for
now i make due
on days when i can't catch a break
when i wait and i wait and i wait and i wait
and i fuck... shit... up...
with the troop on the days that we can kick it

my skin
my bones
every thought in my head
i got a feeling this is how is how i'm gonna make my bread

...
I was thinking of some pretty sick drops in my head while writing this, hopefully we can impress you guys.

peace and love
joey.

yeah I'm wearing the purple shirt again
whats it to ya
got no socks on and I'm ready to
kick it with no hand
pullin up my pants
so the belt
hitch up and ride my ass
but nothing shows
up
and i don't have to front
so i listen for that beep
and my cell phone squeek
cause i made it in the use
freshness

WEEEOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH.

so today is the party
i've been setting it up and picking dog shit out of my yard for a while. My dad doesn't know yet that the party is supposed to be "wear anything but clothes" and I don't know what he's gunna say when i come downstairs in a kamono. lets get wild tonight. lol

At the end of the earth.

Chop chop chop chop. The silver and black blades of the helicopter sliced the air above Simon's head. The shock wave buzzed in his ears and Simon began to feel anxious. There was a man in a dark green uniform shouting something to the people clambering onto the aircraft. His face looked tired and the thin hair that swirled around the sides of his ears looked like torn thread on the seams of a broken sweater.
Simon was one of the last survivors of the quake to get on the chopper and he was forced to sit much closer to the edge of the door then he would have liked. But under the current circumstances he was glad just to be getting out of the city finally.
Simon looked around the craft, he didn't recognize anyone but he felt connected to each and everyone of them. He saw a woman in the corner assuring her small daughter that her father was safe and far away, and he could tell that her words were meant to calm herself just as much as her sobbing child. He could hear a man somewhere behind him complaining about his leg and he started to feel a few aches over his own body. His hand throbbed. Looking down he realized that his hand was pouring blood all over his clothes.
"Whoa man, that's messed up!" a teenage boy gasped pointing at the wound.
Simon hid his hand so no one else could see he was injured.
The yelling army man on the ground stepped back from the helicopter waving his arms and pointing up.
They hovered for a moment before speeding diagonally up into the dark dusk sky. As they rose the extent of the damage became very clear. Time seemed to slow down as everyone took in the scene. The voices of fellow survivors rang in Simon's ear but he couldn't understand what anyone was saying anymore. He became transfixed on the destruction of the place he used to know. There were no more standing buildings for as far as Simon could see. Thick black smoke billowed from collapsed apartment buildings. An explosion lit up the corner gas station on Hunter St. where Simon used to go to fill up. The earth seemed breathe, spewing jetsams of fire from the cracks in it's surfice.
The crusted rocks were becoming a monster, killing more innocent people in one hour then any other natural disaster. The ground was chewing the city up and the expanding harbor was swallowing up the left overs.
Simon looked to see if he could spot any other places he knew. He looked for the hospital where his mother was being kept until the cancer got better but he couldn't see anything. The smoke began the fill the cabin and the pilot struggled to gain alttitude in order to escape without suffocating his passengers.
Simon prayed for his mother, "Take me instead lord. Take all of these strangers too, I don't care, just let mama live. She's fought to hard to lose this way."
The fumes from the fires below choked Simon and the air craft lurched; hitting a patch of turbulence above the remains of a once beautiful church. The air and smoke spun around violently as time slowly caught up with him.
"This is the fucking apocalypse boys," a rugged man shouted in front of him, "It's like I've said all along, the fucking apocalypse!" The man fell onto his side as the aircraft tilted again.

~

"Oh, come on mama it's not that bad. I mean look at all this tasty food you get to enjoy everyday." Simon joked, poking at the gelatinous green goo on his mothers bed side table. Wires and tubes stuck into and out of every hole on his mother's body that Simon could see; linking her to a monitor that beeped and hummed. The doctors translated these sounds, telling Simon that the machine said his mother was "in stable condition."
Simon could never tell exactly how his mother was feeling; she wouldn't talk to him when ever he came by to see her.
Simon moved closer to his mother and brushed a few grey strands of hair from her face like cobwebs from an antique. "Do you want to watch TV mama?" Simon asked even though he knew his mother wouldn't respond.
The television flickered on. The man on the screen was talking about a flood that had destroyed nearly all the villages along some South American river.
Simon didn't care much for the news. When his father was alive he would always tell Simon, "The news is just a bunch of horror stories, boy, they're meant to scare you. If I want to know whats goin' on, all I have to do is look out this window. See, it's sunny,"
"How about a game show mama?" Simon said as he tried to figure out how to use the hospital remote, "Let's see if Jeapardy is on."
Knock knock. A doctor opened the door.
"You must be Simon," The man said from behind a clipboard "I don't believe we've met, I'm Dr. Gleason." Simon had met this doctor three times already but he shook the mans hand just the same.
"Nice to meet you, what can you tell me about my mother?" Simon asked, trying to see what was on the clipboard.
"Well, it looks like your mother isn't getting any better," Dr. Gleason spoke like Simon's mother wasn't in the room. "We're doing our best to keep her alive but her chances on making any sort of recovery are slim at best. In my professional opinion I think it would be in your families best interest to start preparing for the worst."
The world Simon knew shook as he took in the news.

~

In the infinite sky the earth is a burnt out ember. Joining ranks with other dead planets the globe spins and spins until eventually the sun it revolves around is also extinguished, and all that man has ever known simply vanishes into the black of space.

Rape Face - my shirts off in a lot of these pictures I'm realizing, kinda like an asshole right? I was going to say that "it's only because when and if I remember to take a picture for this it's always right before bed" but pussies make excuses, real men bare their puny hairless guts, and assholes are fuck yeah.

so I'm going to start writing on here from time to time if that's cool, maybe not though.
not in this post anyways
so you don't have to read
because all you'll find
is words about words
a jumble of phrases
thrown together to
waste
time.

But still you don't turn away
because there has to be a meaning
right?
I mean, what kind of selfish (ROAR OUT IN FRUSTRATION)
would just say words?
whats the point in that?
where's the images of beauty or suffering even?
the painfully obvious dark undertones?
and that line that's meant to say "wait a minute, i'm just a reader in all of this?"
where's the punch line or political comment?
where's the ending without consiquence?