Monday, October 31, 2011

the giants have begun to swing

theres a lot of things happening this week that i cant find presented as a whole by a proper news organization, maybe im just an idiot.

three things stuck out:

google is found to have refused multiple requests by law enforcement to takedown userbased videos of police brutality

the feds and uk police raid 40 anonymous members homes

the protect ip act aka the internet blacklist bill aka the us governments proposed chinesesque firewall of america is in transit through the house


so then. stir that up a bit.







feds hit anonymous








google releases a chart documenting takedown requests by world governments, refuses to take down police brutality vids



here is the chart







internet blacklist bill moving right along


the words and numbers

communicate

Sunday, October 30, 2011

sun god

rigs up and runnin


heres the whole dealie(dig my cracked panel, still works :D)


solar panel at the top goes down to the regulator(the little box on the right behind the 12V)


which goes to the 12V, which goes through my awesome new cobra inverter ($20)


and gives me free powerz(2 outlets and a usb port)



[keeping my eyes out for a proper vessel to mount the whole rig in for transport]

drawingdump

from the last 2 weeks or so









Saturday, October 29, 2011

100%

future city, big club, electrorgasm projections and kettlesongs. gun shopping, bruised meat, coffee and the one that got away.

organic, energyfilled linework, this is the first thing by him ive read, and i just got heavy liquid in the mail woot





Thursday, October 27, 2011

supergod

imagine a place where nuclear warheads come second to nuclear supermen programs in terms of national security.

supergods.

indias wakes up and eliminates 90% of its population, chinas builds monstrocities out of human flesh, the uk's is a space spore fused with a trio of astronauts, pakistans melts particles, americas is a supersoldier that thinks hes in heaven.

theres a lot more going on, its scale is huge.







overlapping dimensional energies

what if twins live on a sort of soul energy cloud? what if we all do?

a giant bioprocessing electromesh in the skygrid of reality, a wave we've yet to see

Sunday, October 16, 2011

i downloaded 4 gigs of random music this weekend and blasted through it all in search of gems

some youve heard and some you havent, but here are THE best tracks, hands down. theres a few more ill post later because im going to have to upload them myself, but yeah.

ZERO filler son.

youre welcome.

























Wednesday, October 12, 2011

aesop rock - 9-5ers anthem



Shit... Vanessa, what time is it? aw, fuck ... I'm late again.

Zoom in to the fuming of an aggravated breed
Via the study of post-adolescent agitated seeds.
Half the patients wasted self prior to commencement,
So I focus on the urban Oxygen samples, the half that made it breathe.
This old Pompeii impression sways infection in 12 steps or less
And cretins swiftly tippy-toe on hard to swallow barter concepts.
The give-it/get-it never let itself past wrought iron stubbornness.
Martyrs talk funny causes into a harvesting Spartacus and so on...
I throw long Hail Mary bombs
Toward cookie-cutter Mother Nature's bedazzled synthetic fabrics.
Life treats the peasants like
They tried to fuck his woman while he slept inside,
While they're merely chasing perfectionist emblems.
When the clock strikes Nine
I'll be waking with the best of the routine caffeine team players
For the cycle of it.
Under a dusted angel harp-string, Big Brother is watching
My odometer like buzzard to fallen elk, hawkin' stealth.
We got babies, rubber stamps, and briefcase parts.
We on some door-to-door now,
Order ten dollars or more we'll shove it down your throat for free.
I sacrifice my inborn tendencies for copper pennies
From one commander 'gimme that' so he can retain baby fat.
Mega biter snake bedlam,
Holocaust freak heckle shiesty brain headroom shake planet.
Make a move, pause, make a move, break cannon.
Bend barrel 180 u-turn, squeeze, end it.
It's on like it's never been,
It's bleeding well,
It's bigger than a breadbox,
It corrodes my leaky finance.
I take my seat atop the Brooklyn Bridge
With a Coke and a bag of chips
To watch a thousand lemmings plummet
Just because the first one slipped.
Sometimes I laugh at victory, kissing these little question marks.
I tend to underestimate my average.
Just another bastard savage.
Someday you'll all eat out of my cold hand
Cuz every dog has its day
At which point, I'll pull it away.

We the American working population
Hate the fact that eight hours a day
Is wasted on chasing the dream of someone that isn't us
And we may not hate our jobs,
But we hate jobs in general
That don't have to do with fighting our own causes.
We the American working population
Hate the nine-to-five day-in/day-out
When we'd rather be supporting ourselves
By being paid to perfect the pasttimes
That we have harbored based solely on the fact
That it makes us smile if it sounds dope...

It's the Year of the Silkworm.
Everything I built burned yesterday.
Let's display the purpose that these stilts serve.
Elevate the spreading of the silk germ.
Trying to weave a web but all I believe in is dead.
Nah brother, it's the Year of the Jackal.
Saddle up on high horse.
My torch forced Polaris embarrassed.
Shackle up the hassle by the doom and legend marriage.
I bought some new sneakers,
I just hope my legacy matches.
It's the Year of the Landshark.
Dry as sand--parched--damn, get these men some water.
They're out there being slaughtered
In meaningless wars so you don't have to bother
And can sit and soak the idiot box, trying to fuck their daughters.
Man, it's the Year of the Orphan.
Seated adjacent to the fireflies circling the torches on your porches.
Trying to guard the fortress of a king they've never seen or met
But all are trained to murder at the first sign of a threat.
Maybe it's the Year of the Water Bug.
Cockroach. Utter thug specimen.
Fury spawned from dreaming of your next of kin.
I'm still dealing with this mess I'm in.
I've been the object of your ridicule.
You've been a bitch lieutenant.
God, it's the Year of the Underpaid Employee
Spitting forty plus a week
And trying to rape earth in my off time.
You bored dizzy, I can't keep myself busy enough
So you can run, run, run,
And I'ma let you think you won.
EVERYBODY!

We the American working population
Hate the fact that eight hours a day
Is wasted on chasing the dream of someone that isn't us
And we may not hate our jobs,
But we hate jobs in general
That don't have to do with fighting our own causes.
We the American working population
Hate the nine to five day-in/day-out
But we'd rather be supporting ourselves
By being paid to perfect the pasttimes
That we have harbored based solely on the fact
That it makes us smile if it sounds dope.

OUTRO
Fumble outta bed and stumble to the kitchen.
Pour myself a cup of ambition.
And yawn and stretch, my life is a mess,
And if I never make it home today, God bless.
Fumble outta bed and stumble to the kitchen.
Pour myself a cup of ambition.
And yawn and stretch, my life is a mess,
And if I never make it home today, God bless.

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

drawling parade

all done in class except the top one woot woot







wild ones.

We are wild animals.

We run and scream with the moon, we keep our trust close. Our minds, and hearts, and souls are locked deep in our fleshy fortresses. Our skin grows cold and tough from the world, our fur grows long and tangles. We keep out tame and wild brethren alike. We show no weakness.

We live alone in our heads, forever.

My mum told me she loved me today, and i cried.

It dawned on me that even wild animals crave that pat on the head, to hear a familiar voice tell us that we are good dogs.

To know that we arent a waste.

Monday, October 3, 2011

felinine

fuck im happy with how this turned out