Winter.

Here is your music.

Sorry it is on megafailload.com but it is very much so worth it.

This is Akira Kosemura. A composer. I think, a genius.

Beautiful looping, gloomy, and strangely hopeful sounding piano and synth backed with ambient soundscapes. Either naturally occuring ones such as a city parks or synthetic ones well-crafted on a computer.

I am sitting here naked as I type this so if you aren't looking for good music but rather good grammar, look elsewhere.

This is not music to be missed if you are looking for something new and ~*~*~beautiful~*~*~

HURRF IM A PLANE

So, I would like to start off saying I have a job.
I hang out with old men all day.
Listening to dirty jokes and mumble growls.
I got trapped in a truck with Wilmer.
He ate a burrito and kept burping and I had to smell it all day.
I pretended we drove by a good restaurant but I couldn't lie to myself.
Putrid and vile belly juice vaporized into warm mist on it's way back up the esophagus.
I could feel it on the left side of my face.
When I turned my head I could smell it.

I feel a new sense of motivation as I navigate the labyrinth of highways up north on tuesdays.
I feel a new sense of "Goddammit I hate this shit" when I have to drive around Livermore on the other days.

Other than that I am content.

Here is the music portion:

1 Philadelphia band. And a Seattle-ish (unless I am wrong).

Boy Problems- Tour Demo
Part of the whole Algy Cad Philly bullshit. Still really good mathy-skramz stuff. Good for making love with your left hand. Or wishing you weren't hand abstinent right now.

Also,
Kickball-Everything Is A Miracle...
I can't think of anything to say to this besides amazing. If you are into quirky and eccentric music, get this or hate yourself forever.

WHER R YOR TUOMR MR. OBMAA?

This is my favorite Star Wars character!


I've been really trying hard to compensate for my shortcomings lately.
In order to do so, I have become a little more motivated and a little less rude (probably not true).
And I think it is starting to pay off.

Example:
-My Dad and I are getting along. Complaining about our smoking related illnesses.
-The grass on my side is almost as green as the other side.
-Hipster faggots make me rage more than ever. And I quote, "Man, I need to
live in a house with wood floors. I just gotta. It make me feel, like, more connected with nature."
-I have a constant need to feel like a prickly booger.
-My posture is impeccable 79% of the time.
-I remembered how much I love thrash and crust.
-I increased my smoking habit 10 fold, in honor of my 10 year anniversary of constantly being unhappy.
-And lastly, I've been working my puborectalis muscle. I can now ejaculate 7 feet 4.25 inches.
(edit: i gave up. no one respects the art of sharpshooting.)




And:
My pants are stuck to my knee that is now scabbing. Fuck under desk keyboard trays.

Dad. Over"bear"ing!

I come home today and my sister gives me the cold shoulder.
lol fine bitch eat your mac and cheese.

I go into the other room and apparently my dad told her he was giving me 50 bucks to kick her 21 year old boyfriends ass.

Too bad even though I dislike the rockabilly faggotry facade he puts on I don't care that much.

All well, the only reason I made a post was for music.

Here is Pygmy Lush-Mount Hope [2008]

And:
Bob Tilton-Crescent [1996]

Err....Uhm....Ehhh

All I ever do is let myself down.
In a way, I should really expect it.
My persona and my character type (reality is nothing more than a never-ending novel)
are designed this way, so that I'm never really too far ahead or behind.
Eh, whatever. I'm fucking glad I haven't had anything terrible happen this year. *knock on mirror; breaks it*

Halloween.
Actually wore a costume.
15 minutes into it all I took it off.
Went to another party 7 beers deep.
Driving.

The other party sucked so I came back. And I mean sucked as in I knew no one.
And the people I did know where on the rag or something.
And well...
So I went back to the party.
And I don't remember much of the rest of the night.



only good news to come:
Cosco Busan has a drummer.
My Father and I are on good terms.


Upload Portion of this:
Single State Of Man

Good stuff. Energetic at times post-rockish. Some times very large and almost Classic Rock like while being rather mathy.

Don't take my word for it. I'm hungover.

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I'm just going to use this to be rude.
And uploads.

I lie out of convenience.
To protect myself.
it's never about serious things.
just stupid things no one cares about. (edit: I guess some people caree. but i don't actually care about that.)
Like whether or not my night ended on a good note.

On a good note,

My band is partially broken up.
Which is good and bad.


And,
I'm moving back with my Dad.
Bad.
No more smoking inside.
No more getting drunk alone "for shits 'n giggles".
No bringing ladies home. HAHAHAHA. Yeah, luckily I have no luck with such things.

Good.
No rent. *crosses fingers*
....eh. That's it. Well, actually. No Rychel. That makes me smile on the inside a bit.

R-"NAME THREE MINIMALIST COMPOSERS"
ME-"UH BOB SEGAR, MICHAEL JACKSON. WAIT LET ME LURK ALLMUSIC.COM ALL DAY"

Seriously, how snobby.
At least, when I jack off I don't listen to Brian Eno.

Upload:
NegKev gave me this.
Ordination Of Aaron
Not going to waste my time explaining ~*~ZOMG REEL EM0~*~
But this is really good "melodic" 90's emo.
For those of you who are always looking for something new to listen to, you should pick this up.

I promise my next post won't be so fucking terrible.