Monday, December 29, 2008


Victim of the Moon, Victim of the Stars
I couldn't help what I've done, because it's today
A gun in a mouth, a cigarette burn on an arm

Victim of the Moon, Victim of the Stars
My weak soul got carried away
Zodiac Prejudice, my mind is a cave, the Earth my farm

Victim of the Moon, Victim of the Stars
Filled with hate, timeless rage
American Identity Loss, loneliness and separation

Hate of the group, no roots, not fitting in
no associations, no real connections
Below the Earth, above the stars

I close my eyes and only see darkness
The demons from under my bed don't leave a trace
I look in the mirror and usually end up
hating my face

When I am alone, I sometimes yell at nothing
I pace around my dimly lit room
& when I really feel weird I break something nice

Darkness & nervousness
a slight shaking feeling, a fucked up coldness

I used to smoke cigarettes because I was ready to die
I quit and now I only smoke them when death brushes by

Bred by nothing, staring at walls
Time races by, takes a shit on my mind
and leaves no one behind

The moon blocks my journey on my way to the stars
I am a Victim of the Moon
and by undiscovered association, a Victim of the Stars


I'm letting loose in the New Year
I'm feelin' free out here
I can't stop this shaking feeling
I'm losin' it, I'm so fucked
My mind is reckless, I feel so fucked up
Well Cheers everybody! Here's a toast:
I'm about to leave my body!

I'm letting loose in the New Year
It's almost over, but I've got to let you know:
There's a hefty price to pay for enduring freedom
and there's a hefty price to pay for enduring shit

written in '05 and appears on the M Ax Noi Mach
cassette "Banger"

Monday, December 8, 2008


Number 21.  
The top photo was taken at Cousin's supermarket. I think it is one of the most equal-level-playing fields in all of America, but you might not. A worker that was carrying groceries to peoples cars set his jacket on a payphone. This is his jackets' photo.
The second photo was taken near Indiana and West Moreland, a block north of Allegheny. Later in that day, after I took this photo, a gun murder accurred, right there. In the hood, deer sausage and cutting. Weird deer busts hanging from the sign.
The last photo. I stayed up all night about a month ago.  At about 7:30 AM I walked around my neighborhood. Very social I was taking photo's and talking to strangers. This guy gave me tons of information. 

Tuesday, December 2, 2008


I wait for the perfect moment to mention my fetishes
I only let you know them when I think you are ready
at first, they are presented light-heartedly
Laugh and cut, Laugh and gas
Taste a little blood, smell the scent
I will make everything okay if you let me
I will make everything okay


In the shadows, I seek for temptation
In big cities, late at night, under elevated trains
You only see my vague outline and squinty eyes

In the shadows, I seek tempation
walking thin lines, I shake the devil's hand
I even make small talk and flirt with his wife

In the shadows, I seek temptation
Red velvet outlines call my name
From within, I turn and look, and look again

In the shadows, I seek temptation
You only recognize me as me when I am at my lowest
No face, dirty magazines, my messy hand

I am the Creeper but you might as well call me
the Seeker