Mass Update
Well me and a few friends have a book put togather now thats being published with the UPC code so if it sells well enough on amazon.com and such barns and noble will start to carry it.
The next art show is going to be June 24th and its going to be a fucking awesome show. My friends who are doing the show with me are really talented and we each have our own style so its not like you're looking at the same bs over and over. The book should be for sale that night and we'll also have cute artsy buttons. (more info about the show will be posted later)
Life has been really good lately I just built myself a new computer AMD 64 bit processor, 1 gig or ram, high grade ati video card, 21 inch mon. ect... but the best part right now is in the next 3 months I should be getting my own office here at MorningStar Insurance. I'm 19 man... wtf... I still drive an old car though... Here's to my dream car... a BMW M5...
Lets see DirtySunshine.com has been going well we're up to 73,000 posts in 5 months now and about 333 members. I hope to triple all of that by Dec. If you want to check it out or anything http://www.dirtysunshine.com
Forty Days & Forty Nights (40/40)
Someday I still close my eyes when I drive
Am I just testing fate?
If my life has meaning will the concrete, asphalt, and steel bend out of my path like a modern day Moses and his ark?
With the heart of a bitter child I fell for the lies
Like how the hero never dies
Too bad he was allergic to bullets like how this car no longer runs on gas
But runs on my bitter hatred of the past
Ahead the crossing guard comes down around the train tracks like a one night stand
Protecting the oil train cars each fourteen thousand gallons of gasoline
fourteen thousand gallons of a bitter childhood and broken hearts spill themselves on the hood of my car
And for forty days, and forty nights we burn to death as we drowned
The Empire of Disappearing Ink
Flags flew high above masses of machinery
Endless rows of soldiers with reason’s not to die
Sadly each not as important as the main characters
But when the dust settles and the smoke clears
Nothing can compare to the beauty of a sunset resting on the shoulders of torn metal
Kissed lipstick red by the hearts of young lovers
Did we miss the big picture from the start?
Early man must have stoned the first visionary to death
So history sails on blindly from one cataclysm to the next
Occasionally repeating its self like the hands on a clock
I wonder if Wal-Mart has peace on sale?
I hear they keep it next to the condoms and dead aquarium fish
Champagne Dreams on a Beer Budget
The Fortune Five Hundred is the name of a hit list hidden in the back of an outdated history book
Cigarettes are replaced by an injection into the heart only to be replaced once more by a series of wires connected to ones own brain at birth
Reality can’t exist in a world that’s never known such a thing
Sadly the smartest people ever born were genetically impure
Only a slap in the face could make this clear to us
We were never meant to know more than we should
Space is the double sided glass protecting the whore
A child’s black cardboard cut out of heaven
Least we be cut down by the sword
The pen hurts so much more
The next art show is going to be June 24th and its going to be a fucking awesome show. My friends who are doing the show with me are really talented and we each have our own style so its not like you're looking at the same bs over and over. The book should be for sale that night and we'll also have cute artsy buttons. (more info about the show will be posted later)
Life has been really good lately I just built myself a new computer AMD 64 bit processor, 1 gig or ram, high grade ati video card, 21 inch mon. ect... but the best part right now is in the next 3 months I should be getting my own office here at MorningStar Insurance. I'm 19 man... wtf... I still drive an old car though... Here's to my dream car... a BMW M5...
Lets see DirtySunshine.com has been going well we're up to 73,000 posts in 5 months now and about 333 members. I hope to triple all of that by Dec. If you want to check it out or anything http://www.dirtysunshine.com
Forty Days & Forty Nights (40/40)
Someday I still close my eyes when I drive
Am I just testing fate?
If my life has meaning will the concrete, asphalt, and steel bend out of my path like a modern day Moses and his ark?
With the heart of a bitter child I fell for the lies
Like how the hero never dies
Too bad he was allergic to bullets like how this car no longer runs on gas
But runs on my bitter hatred of the past
Ahead the crossing guard comes down around the train tracks like a one night stand
Protecting the oil train cars each fourteen thousand gallons of gasoline
fourteen thousand gallons of a bitter childhood and broken hearts spill themselves on the hood of my car
And for forty days, and forty nights we burn to death as we drowned
The Empire of Disappearing Ink
Flags flew high above masses of machinery
Endless rows of soldiers with reason’s not to die
Sadly each not as important as the main characters
But when the dust settles and the smoke clears
Nothing can compare to the beauty of a sunset resting on the shoulders of torn metal
Kissed lipstick red by the hearts of young lovers
Did we miss the big picture from the start?
Early man must have stoned the first visionary to death
So history sails on blindly from one cataclysm to the next
Occasionally repeating its self like the hands on a clock
I wonder if Wal-Mart has peace on sale?
I hear they keep it next to the condoms and dead aquarium fish
Champagne Dreams on a Beer Budget
The Fortune Five Hundred is the name of a hit list hidden in the back of an outdated history book
Cigarettes are replaced by an injection into the heart only to be replaced once more by a series of wires connected to ones own brain at birth
Reality can’t exist in a world that’s never known such a thing
Sadly the smartest people ever born were genetically impure
Only a slap in the face could make this clear to us
We were never meant to know more than we should
Space is the double sided glass protecting the whore
A child’s black cardboard cut out of heaven
Least we be cut down by the sword
The pen hurts so much more