*AHEM*

Record Snowfalls...

Attack!

1 2 1 2 1 2 BREAK

The one sits upon his throne and scoffs at debts, calling
down piss, shit, and fiery death, falling
on the dicks who dare to disagree with he.
The other brother's waiting for the powder's power to be harnessed,
bringing warmth to the hearth at last, when death is harmless.

A belated day-poem for the First

Memories of barley blowing in the snowy wind
& with the five or six spirits settled down, time to begin again
track down all deniers of demented devil's details (the word of God)
excommunicate & sink them in a bog

A Christmas Gift

I don't know who or what this is, but I think the sheer awesomeness is obvious to all...

Scrapbooker, Live at the Baby Seal Club

Scrapbooker - Solidarity Rock @ The Baby Seal Club from The Sundial on Vimeo.

Video courteously provided by Drew McIntosh

Iran

Solidarity

The police flash the victory sign of the green opposition. May you one day throw off the yoke of tyranny and oppression.

This Land is Your Land

"This country is a nation of thieves. It stole everything it has, beginning with black people. The U.S. cannot justify its existence as the policeman of the world any longer. I do not want to be a part of the American pie. The American pie means raping South Africa, beating Vietnam, beating South America, raping the Philippines, raping every country you’ve been in. I don’t want any of your blood money. I don’t want to be part of that system. We must question whether or not we want this country to continue being the wealthiest country in the world at the price of raping everybody else."
– Stokely Carmichael,
Honorary Prime Minister

Ten Point Program

The Ten Point Program is as follows:

1. We want power to determine the destiny of our Queer and oppressed communities' education that teaches us our true history and our role in the present day society.
2. We want completely free health care for all Queer and oppressed people.
3. We want an immediate end to police brutality and murder of Queer people, and all oppressed people inside the United States.
4. We want an immediate end to all wars of aggression.
5. We want full employment for our people.
6. We want an end to the robbery by the capitalists of our Queer Community.
7. We want decent housing, fit for the shelter of human beings.
8. We want decent education for our people that exposes the true nature of this decadent American society.
9. We want freedom for all Queer and oppressed people now held in U. S. Federal, state, county, city and military prisons and jails. We want trials by a jury of peers for all persons charged with so-called crimes under the laws of this country.
10. We want land, bread, housing, education, clothing, justice, peace and people's community control of modern technology.
MILITANT QUEER NATIONALISM NOW

MILITANT QUEER NATIONALISM NOW

Herpes for Xmas

"I'm gonna give you herpes for Christmas. I have herpes, and you can have it too!"

What if there was a superhero, and his only power was to make Sara Gilbert dream of people?
"You've gotta save the president!"
...and then they do save the president, but they do it through Sara Gilbert dreaming about someone and then it causes a chain reaction that somehow involves saving the president...

No End To The War: As told by Buju Banton

(duly poeticized by yers truly)

I met with the faggot to declare an armistice
and to my horror, this is how they repaid
my kind gesture: when I go on tour in the United States,
seems every concert not cancelled's getting hit with the pepper spray
Look, I've been recording for 22 years... straight
Hundreds of tracks; and if it's true what the gay say,
They could prove their point in at least one other way.
Instead I tell them every year
And every year the same complaint:
"Unwrite that one song you wrote back in 88!"
Sorry, can't be done! Let the past be the past, man—
stop fucking me and go back to fucking ass, man.

Sonic Youth & Dinosaur Jr. @ Terminal 5, NYC

I'd say, get yr thoughts in line regarding your experience at dinosaur jr. and sonic youth, then read the comments: For me, I knew exactly what to expect from Sonic Youth, 'cause it's not like they've changed up their live-show since the late 80s. Their schtik has always been to really rep the new album, and intersperse a few older cuts. I mean, for fucks sake, that's exactly what they did in 1987 on the Sister tour, & the subsequent live release, Hold That Tiger, only back then they didn't have 20 subsequent years of song-writing to draw upon, so the encore consisted of a blitzkrieg of Ramones covers, SY-style. So, y'know, it came as no surprise when they did that here. Otherwise, I pretty much always expect a band to harp on their newer material, as I think it should be. But for Dinosaur Jr., they managed to play pretty much all my favorites. I could've heard all of You're Living All Over Me, but it's not 1987 anymore, is it? Still, JayLouMurph played through the hits, and if anything disappointed me about their set, it was that not-everyone screamed out "'cause when I need a friend it's still you" like they used to, back in '91. But that's not the bands fault, it's the crowd, and it seems pretty retarded to blame the band for the crowd. Even still, it was awesome to see all the chillun' go nuts during Dinosaur Jr.'s set, and especially awesome seeing Thurston attack, then get attacked by, his amp. It was awesome to hear my favorite cuts from Daydream Nation and Sister.

Maxin n Relaxin With the Fathers of Modern Physics

No Advertising

Since we don't, y'know, advertise on this site, er, that is, we don't take money from evil people, I had to edit this advertisement. I still think it's strange though that God has a twitter account. I sure as fuck hope it ain't no fucking papist God, however.

GOING STRAIGHT FOR THE JUGULAR

TRYING SOMETHING NEW: A DOCUMENT, while trying to address the totality of indefference, the quasi infractional divide. This is turbulence, while perpetually deigning to throw in a faint glimpse of reality with that bengali hospitality: EXPLORING THE UNIVERSAL MACHINE CODE IN THE TIME BEFORE THE WIND BREAKS THROUGH THE DOOR

MILITANT QUEER NATIONALISM NOW

MILITANT QUEER NATIONALISM NOW "LOOK GOOD AND KILL IF YOU HAVE TO"

A Poem

I am such a well-known poet these days that sometimes people I don't even know send me poetry, in hopes of getting my feedback. For some reason this one was strewn with hyperlinks, which was obviously some sort of typo* so I took them out. Other than that, I think that Ms. Alison Landy of Nicoasia, Cyprus is a remarkable poet, indeed perhaps even destined to become the Chaucer of the third millenium. Kudos!

Im at work right now, sitting in the office trying to take charge of my life.

I use Google alot whenever i dont know the answer to something and when ever im trying to find the next best thing.

And I believe this is it,

I found it
did all my research & cant wait to get home and tell my husband!

Take charge of your existence like everyone else

Leave your Lender Behind

Feel the pride of being remarkable

You can produce true dinero Constantly working
at home with google
And I believe this is it,

leave a message

Exit:
3 Athinodorou Street, 2025 Dasoupoli,
Strovolos, Nicoasia, Cyprus

* Possibly with one of those programs where you type one letter, like "y", and it translates it into something longer, like "YOUR MOM'S VAG".

Dear National Iranian American Council,

Being compared to Borat is so not an insult, on account of Borat being totally awesome. In other news, Haddadi needs a bigger moustache.

Hello, my name is...

...ZAZULA!

A Quote For The Day

I have not come up with a poem but here, for the Day of the Turnip, is a Terry Pratchett quote:

"I see," said Moist. "But it would appear, regrettably, that by giving our friend the relaxed and hopeful attitude toward life of, not to put too fine a point on it, a turnip, you have also given him the artistic abilities of, and I have no hesitation in using the term again, a turnip."

A Poem For The Day

(wherein I clarify the various significances of the days of our calendar)

Sophia, Sophia, let down your lion's mane
A cryin' shame if I'm not there to choose the Iron's name
—wait, who the fuck are you?—I fall as I reach to own it
Blinded by the light of the martyrs and the First of Paone

I found her by her singing, my mother and my lover,
Stranded in the desert sun like a mockery of John the Baptist
Gotta practice 'til I can crack and twist her mind
Install her in my kingdom beside me as the Queen of the Blind

Sun City Girls: A Collection of Live Images

Scrapbooker, Live at the Baby Seal Club

All photos via Dime Dancing

American Don

I dunno what, but there's just something I love about this album cover. Not to mention the album itself, which is also awesome, despite the fact that Don Caballero is an instrumental band. Putting the "rock" back in "post-rock", if y' catch my drift... Don Caballero also has awesome track titles, which is easier to do when you don't have to worry about tying in a title with the lyrics.

Awesome titles include:
1. "Fire Back About Your New Baby's Sex" – 4:42
2. "The Peter Criss Jazz" – 10:35
3. "Haven't Lived Afro Pop" – 7:34
4. "You Drink a Lot of Coffee for a Teenager" – 2:41
5. "Ones All Over the Place" – 9:00
6. "I Never Liked You" – 4:59
7. "Details on How to Get ICEMAN on Your License Plate" – 5:35
8. "A Lot of People Tell Me I Have a Fake British Accent" – 5:23
9. "Let's Face It Pal, You Didn't Need That Eye Surgery" – 5:09

Six Degrees

So this is all the work of independent research. Last night I watched Samuel Fuller's White Dog, which was based on a story written by Romain Gary, who was married to Jean Seberg, the star of À bout de souffle (Breathless), which was directed by Jean-Luc Godard, who also directed Pierrot Le Fou, which featured a cameo from Samuel Fuller

Hey look!

It was Metallica!

Scrapbooker, Live at New City

All photos courtesty of Travis Graphics.

Gentlemen, we have the technology

<umunmutamku> What I visualize happening is: you undergo a surgical procedure where a lengthy needle is shoved into your brain through your nasal cavity, and we lay the patch into some part of the brain implicated in speech perception. The patch then begins to send out activation patterns which encode sentences in Lojban. The encoding can be totally arbitrary —we already know that the extraction algorithm can take any given activation pattern and abstract its linguistic content if it can converge on a grammar adequate to represent it. The patient presumably has seizures and hallucinates for a few weeks, but eventually the stimulus will take on the quality of a sixth sense, a means of beaming information directly into the brain.

Scrapbooker

An image created, special, just for us here (and you there) of Qadutu. (and if yr saying to yrself "Hey, humans don't come in that colour!" then my answer for you is: I DON'T KNOW WHY!)

GET DRUNK AND HIGH AND WRITE SHIT ON A PAGE

GET DRUNK AND HIGH AND WRITE SHIT ON A PAGE
And don't pay any mind if they say it's craz-
y, just blurt out that shit; you'll prove it's legit
like a newborn baby suckling yr pot-tits,
but if it's legit, that don't make it legal
whipping it out like an unlicenced Eagle
(no, not the bird, you nerd, I mean a gat)
as if you couldn't tell by the rat-a-tat-tat,
and the bullets, like mace, burning holes in yr face
just a second -- I need to call an ambulance to lace
up the body bag. Your blood is *ruining* my shag
but thems the breaks for you gankin' my skag,
so don't worry 'bout yr shorty, I treat bitches right
-- especially when they stitch they britches tight
and snug against the skin like they made o Spandex
gettin' hard like the horns of a nubian ibex,
so I puncture both you 'n yr shorty for fun,
the one with my dick, the other with my gun,
and when I pop one, the blood spots and cum drop
's wont stop this glock murderin' yr hip-hop,
'cause yr flow, like yr body, be soft & be weak
Mine's raw, so speak not, you lost a week
sitting stunned -- by my lyrical brilliance
while yr crew's in the alley gettin' raped by my minions,
that's right faggot, I've got an army to boot
and it's into sick sex, sticks teks up your poop chute
pull the trigger, impale, exploding yr brain
'n I'm saying that's the moment when everyone came
all over yr corpse, 'n up in yr guts
Dry freeze your ass like we're Jabba the Hutt
Yes, step to us and get your wig pushed back

[Ending 1:]
'n pulled out yr home like you's in Iraq,
so we'll cut off yr dick 'n leave yr body in the street
For the pigs and the pagans, like non-Halal meat
Rhymes like Abu Ghraib, putting chumps in heaps
of skin and bones, pulling up in Jeeps
with hos and sneaks: Hello, pleased to meet
Ain't let me sleep since I hit it last week
Balls up my sleeve, call me "Crypto-Orchid"
Lying on the bed like a tongue that's forkèd
commenced to pork it like every night
But I got needs; like, one bitch? That ain't right
S'all good for you fags, but the Umu has plans
Suck up and down a long list of mans
suntans, black, white, red, yellow, cut, uncut
Get in to win, yo: get in my butt.

[Ending 2:]
taste slaps 'n' blats from our gats, you sad sack
o' wackness. Best reload & rewrite your rhymes
Not even cobras would bite your rhymes
Ring up your mans, maybe ask for some tips
Slipstreams in time, parallel, don't trip
I run the waters together, the river flows out to meet
Emergent rhythms crystallize from the beat
We don't write hits, we write Number Stations
Punch your face in, you're still in elation
'cause you suck, you know it; your lines are dry
while our towers of pop-tops reach up to the sky.

<umu> I LEAVE THE TASK OF POSTING IT TO YOU, too busy "punishing the prisoner"

Via Umu, who inexplicably sent this to his follow authors, but not to you(s), dear reader(s)

True Story والله

<tezcatlipoca> Ahh Griz, you're wonderful (:

<grisom> Wanna inspect me for fecal matter later? :)

<tezcatlipoca> Later Grisom, later. (:

I mean, I know my cock is fucking huge (ever since I had an elephant cock grafted over top of my own) but I don't think it'll quite reach across the 10 blocks or so that separate us right now (:

<grisom> I didn't know that (about the elephant cock)

Luckily my anus is already well stretched from all that time fucking Umunmutamku, horses.

<tezcatlipoca> Yeah (about the elephant cock)

As I explained to Sean & Noel, the doctors were all like "this is stupid! You'll have no feeling!" and I don't, it's kinda like I'm wearing a huge leathery sock over my cock, and unless you stimulate only the very base of my cock, nothing happens.

I think I might've been drunk & high when I insisted on the procedure...

<grisom> So you're pretty much required to put it *allllll* the way in then :)

<tezcatlipoca> well, I would be, 'cept it's not really possible, 'cause of how they did the surgery...

<grisom> ? Do tell...

<tezcatlipoca> (truth is, I'm not quite sure what you were talking about)

but since there's no way that I could provide the blood necessary to make my elephant cock fully erect, they basically put a steel rod through it...

<grisom> I was saying that since you only have feeling at the base, you will have to insert your modified cock "up to the hilt", as it were

<tezcatlipoca> Ahh, yes indeed. Unfortunately that usually results in death or, at best, severe internal trauma for everyone who isn't an elephant, so sad to say, sex is rather unfulfilling these days. (but y'know what is fulfilling? Talking about my huge elephant cock (: )

<grisom> Well, as far as *our* plans for tonight go: You know how that Mirin Dajo guy had these like corridors of scar tissue through his body so you could stick a sword all the way through without hurting him? Yeah.

<tezcatlipoca> I don't know that Mirin Dajo guy,

but if yr saying what I think yr saying, I'm gonna be "giving you yr nutrients" as it were...

I'll have Jamee send you a picture of what I mean...

Iran

on a side note: is it just me, or do Iranians generally look totally awesome in sunglasses? You'd think they invented them, or something....

Russian Realist Art

I've been starring at this picture all week, since I've made it my desktop image. I love it, every day I notice some new face in the crowd.

okay

I swear, this picture was just so awesome there was no way I couldn't post it...

smile

I gotta wonder if that smile is as recognizable as I think it is...

Y'know

shit ain't been happening much on here lately. We're all to blame. Some of us more than others. Whatever, it's MAGICK bitches!. Anyway, so today I tried running through tumblr to see if I could find some awesome image to post, or something. Unfortunately I'm at work, and there are just too many tits and vaginas on tumblr for me to ever really feel comfortable tumbling at work. SO I LEAVE YOU WITH NOTHING

No Shit...

...John Wayne stars as Genghis Khan Temujin in "The Conqueror". Without having seen it, I think this movie needs to be remade. The question is, who could we cast in the title role that would be equally inappropriate?

ooh ooh ooh Kenya ooh

A traditional Kenyan dancer waits to take part in celebrations in Tripoli marking 40 years since the military coup which brought Libyas Muammar Gaddafi to power