camillia

2011-07-22T18:16:00.000-07:00

I am not a sum of my words.....

2011-01-03T01:06:00.000-08:00

Relax child
wild Reflex
hmm...
A whistling hummer leaking oil.
Small fortunes burn in a half tank.
Spoilers of a movie never made turn viral.
Contageous infections spreads
like mass consciousness.
Taking the path of least resistance.
It ate her and beat her
like a chronic masterbator.
Wars under radars mutated, re-hashed into Follywood.
The wormwood burrows, burys and brings
great sorrow.
For tomorrows yesterdays are here,
and today is yesterdays tomorrow.

And the silly riddler smiles while ringing bells...

2010-10-07T00:58:00.000-07:00

Wrapped up in worlds that don't exist.
Left to starve for death as living is full of certain pain.
A thin veil between realities and fantasies...
I am nothing but this ~ wind blown sand and heavy rock.
As viewed through your eyes and touched by your hand.
A fading memory of yesterdays.
None of this is what I am.
But this, sad songs on headphones...
and this, words on the street.
Like a ghost returning to the scene of the crime...
villainified... prisoner to only yourself.
And the belief of who you are,
and who you really are.
Mortal. Make believe. Dead. Like God.
As far reached as so called truths
and liars who believe lies.
Self loathing, self preserving-
selfish fucking bitch!
You know it's true, as sure as I am a thief.
There is no relief in knowing.
Only betrayel...abandonment...
and assumptious blatant disregard.
A friend who was never there when I truly needed them.
Wrapped up present unforgiving past-
you have betrayed us all.
With only ourselves to blame.
These worlds that don't exist
haunt my soul like a ghost I once loved.
And this which I am not, and all that I am have met.
But this, sad song will never end...
and this end like wind blown sand sinks like heavy rock...

2010-03-16T20:34:00.000-07:00

Sneakers stop short of the curb.
Screeching tires mark the road.
The traffics horns shove you like a bully.
Ringing like earworms the song saturates waves.
Ringlets of red armed with freckles.
Dimples sigh. Nostrils whiff.
A stutter of sound stammering out the door.
Found it's way into words.
A crease longing to unfold.
Starchy laughter cracks a joke.
Ancient olds dressed up as fashion.
New trends a day old.
Like freeflow not even the writer knows.
Few knew what others went through.
The wonderings of why.
Keep the questions guessing answers.
Curious like the waking day.
Your body spent like the time wasted.
Adding up in immeasurable large sums.
Thoughts linger like the smell of a lover...
cling like a spider to a wall.
Laying big hands down.
Going all in on a hunch.
You drift through doubt and stumble upon conviction.
A stubborn bull full of will and opinions.
Windows sporting shutters.
Boats afloat without a sail.
Like the oceans waves asking the shores~
over and over...
Overtop her heart calling WHY?
A beautiful face to hide ugly lies.
Ferviously flipping pages.
Making time to hide behind her ring.
Appraise the world with her perspective.
The intellect flaunts it's density.
Flirts with fire like a moth.
Drowns like a fish thrown back in.

2010-02-23T05:36:00.000-08:00

My muse foregone but not forgotten.
A handful of keys to an unlocked door.
The clef to an unfinished song.
And loves progeny an orphan.
Small midges sinking in still waters.
Half-baked chapters skimmed over unwritten books.
Love the donnee wades into deeper waters.
Truth unable to prise out wisdom.
Sadness stirs, steeps and searches...
Finding feral feelings feeding off of fear.
An azure sky promising nightfall.
Bushed by the darkness.
Lost in contiguity.
Praying for the sun's light.
A noose made from trope saves another life.
The hex becomes a blessing cajoled by the cursed.
To ravish like a criminal or poet?
To forge like the migration of snails.
One moment breeds an epic tale.
Death betroths after the first date.
And everlasting life takes it's last breath.
Young fervour grows old over night.
Poems without ending or meaning.
Poems that aren't poems at all.
Emote by nature.
An infertile endangered species breeds dispair.
A world clings to threads of hope.

2009-09-09T22:57:00.000-07:00

Intertwined like vine.
A raw rarity to find.
Nimble fingers cull.
Motormouths staul.

2009-02-12T21:29:00.000-08:00

here we all are
even if you're gone
even if you're going
there you are
The truth sucks.
Deal with it,
or don't, no matter.
One day they awoke to find
the tree people had left.
Roots and all!
Where had they gone?
The truth can hide,
even be disguised...
at worse, a silent epidemic.
It's true I lied.
Died a little inside.
The truth stares
like morbid curiousity.
The truth glares
like a jealous lover.
The truth bares child
like a mother.
It took six pigs
to fry the bacon.
One lamb to lick the chops.
Slaughtered for the masses-
trees that wipe asses.
where wiggly worms wait....
plants in pots~
The 'Silence of the Plants'.
have their day and say:
Have they forgotten the seas?
super sonic *boom* waves~
With this hand I scratch the surface.
Making up words like truth.
Making cents of dollars.
Press the prints & call it news.
One starves & dies,
another purges food.
One westerner outweighs a family.
One fat cat owns monopoly.
still, go to jail
do not pass go
do not collect 200 dollars...

I

2008-08-12T22:01:00.000-07:00

Snapshots of Jo

Self-medicating with Jo,
and our drug of choice-
retail therapy...
Like the streets tar,
with the help of cars
melting towards Grandview park.
Commercial drive & sunny Saturdays~
promising it's patrons bustle.
Chatty traffic incessantly verbose.
Jo's "bags weigh down her arms."
Between lovers infidelities,
and the passing of her friend-
Jo liquidated everything.
3 years later Jo bought a guitar.
The day after faded blue jeans.
Strings & shoes crowded every
closet & drawer.
One by one,
each square foot filled in & up.
Like city blocks & blood clots.
Jo beat the merchants map.
Petting them 'til they purred
like cats
like crows
the sound of a murders wings...
a siren sings Jo to sleep.
A slumber counting numbers.
Awaken the dreamers dream.
As the sleep walker runs the race.
Falling head first & saving face.
Jo beat the morning rush;
was first to hit the street.
Crossed the finishing lines
with dotted i's & two left feet.

2007-05-12T19:21:00.000-07:00

I used to be an internet junkie.
Staying awake for days,
churning conspiracy theories,
drifting the backwaters,
endlessly searching...
I am more than likely responsible
for the demise of many mugwamps.
If you dare to try, start with an
extensive google search on 'carnivore',
or develop a healthy appetite for oil mongers.
Either way, life is absolutely stranger than fiction.
So much it's enough to drive one mad.

2006-12-31T03:09:00.000-08:00

Long lay the legs of a shaky traveller
wandering aimlessly down dirt roads.
Skinny arms gripping so tight
with all their might, desperate to hold-
still love slips away
like a crows shed feather in the wind
flying from place to face.
Stories to be, a new
beginning beholds...

2006-10-17T22:54:00.000-07:00

Long time no talk
Returning from a walk around the block
If we check our clocks it's been months & months...
Thinking of the faces we love
Celebrating, sometimes a quiet party for two,
with thoughts of you's~
It can be hard
I hope that someone is there with you
Let these thoughts fly far and fast
With all these ways we have to go
may love bring us there
and storms pass with an indian summer
asking in the only way he knows how
be patient
bend like a tree
flow as the waters
breath like the winds
love will always be
love will always be

2006-05-05T20:27:00.000-07:00

single female seeking "susan"
Current mood: what a seriously beyoutoofull day

Single, randy, intelligent, hottie
looking for a "good time" & possibly more...
-am a fixer upper
-independant
-a little high-maintenance at times
-fuckin' funny!
-fuckin' serious
-artisitic & exceptionally gifted
-yet business minded and logical
-is right most of the time & willing to admit otherwise
-doesn't believe in right or wrong, just consequences
-a walking contradiction like the last & next two points
-honest (mostly)
-talented liar
-really really GOOD lover
-loyal friend
-formidable enemy
-ghetto rockstar
-ambitious
-lazy
-in good shape
-plays videogames
-enjoys live music, 3-D imax movies, & good food
-hasn't been laid for a year

SERIOUS inquiries only!

p.s: hotties only need reply

2006-01-20T03:47:00.000-08:00

content churns complacency
the body language between them casted doubt
thought there was a chance out
thoughts drifted between the miles
thought i heard you think of me
thinking too much
finishing wood & walls
links to friends names
long-distance psychic calls to france
romance; a shy friend
complacent and holding down a couch
the insedious ritual t.v engulfs a world
as a little girl i stole money for candy
ask me why over a joint & brandy
raising the stakes thirty seven stories high
stop coming around asking why
pay your debts
show intention
bite the bullet
the best cure for sickness is prevention
a musical monkey making a camillion dollars change colour
Out runnin'er blingillion platinum gold rimmed diamond plated hummer
billies faded old blue jeans
frayed & stained leg seams
dream magical monkies awake from the machine
it's not the music kids
it's your money that makes a world go around
& around & around & around...
poverty justifying your shoe thang'
under the thumb of the limelight
too cool to wear a sneaker twice
do you even want us to walk a mile in your rhinestone shoes?
does anybody use them after you?
whoa, that's quite the bruise!
words creating
let your "riches" grow into "wealth"
just do it already
everything else will follow

2006-01-13T02:31:00.000-08:00

My family loves to eat, and it shows. You could say I'm the runt.
Still weighing in at 115 pounds--four Christmas dinners later...
Johns been buying a pound of the shit every morning.
Needless to say, catching up on Jim Ungers 'Herman'.
It doesn't take long for nostalgia to visit.
Warm beers with mama-chan and cold coca-colas with papa.
Little sisters reinventing themselves and going back to school.
So hungry, the smell draws out the drool.
Daydreaming about X-mas leftovers; and a dinner date with a lamb.
My Auntys name is Social. She makes exceptions from time to time.
If theres a line her husband will cross its t's, and dot the i's.
Grannys slipping, she forgot to bless the third dinner.
Grandpa was stompin' his foot and fiddlin'--just givin' er!
Old cousins, BIG cousins, fresh out of the oven cousins.
Bringing good loving back from the north.

2005-12-14T19:02:00.000-08:00

I pulled an all-nighter playing poker.
This surely is a sign of a potiential addict.
My father is a retired millright turned professional gambler.
One of my intentions is to kick his ass, & shake 'em up a bit.
Anyway, my PokerParty character "Freddy Starr"
(named after Kinnie Starr and my roomies cat, Freddy)
is unfuk'ntouchable!
Watch out Chris Frey & Ferguson 'cuz here I come.
The dynamics & pokerometry is unbelievably complicated.
It's similar, but more challenging than chess.
The stradegy, socio-dynamics, psychology, math, so on & etc.
With that said, I'm going to host an East Van Poker night.
It will be a texas hold-em, $5 buy-in.
It will be like taking candy from babies.
Anyone interested in losing their money, just lemme know!

As some of you may know, I'm directing & producing
an East Van rockumentory called 'Drive-By'.
This has gone from the oven back to the backburner.
My friend & "cash-cow"(executive-producer)-David
has been in & out of the hospital with a terminal diagnosis.
The doctors note reads prognosis; very bad.
Although he lives with chronic headaches
Davids enjoying a fair chunk of his time.

We will resume shooting 'Drive-By' in the new year.

Meanwhile...
I'm so fuk'n hyped about learning the turntables.
Scored some Stantons, needles & records.
Gonna set them up this weekend,
buy a six-pack of McEwans and spin!
(Buy the McEwans now!
'cuz they're stopping their production line)

Headin' HOME for the holidays.
Everyones getting custom made DVD's this year.
I love making mixes. Like love love!
First it was the day of mix-tapes,
then C.D's and now mixed DVD's.
So needless to say, I've been spending
many latenights checking out medias
and burning baby burn.

I've also been working on a new space.
(If you're reading this Monty,
check it out 'cuz I think you may enjoy joining)
myspace

2005-11-04T06:19:00.000-08:00

When in doubt use duct-tape.
While in Rome check out the
bulletproof pope-mobile.
Now that's faith in action.
Driving around in circles.
A blind man hears your cryptic linguistics.
The hounds smell the blasts of a shotgun.
The love junkie scores a quick fix.
I undo your buttons one by one.
Pick your pocket,
steal the keys to unlock it.
I rock it and run smack into a wall.
Flat faced and nervous,
I can't thinko, I need a drinko,
try ginko, I like the stinko.
Everythings new standing next to you.
I'm bloated and internally drowning
from too much water.
Why bother selling myself out for a dream
that breathes in fantasy?
To manifest what?
To "know fear".
To NO FEAR.

...Moments of truth...

Somebody stole my identity.
Who is this person?--i get so nervous around~
A windmill and curveball.
The backcatcher stauls and calls time-out.
The pitcher has forgotten all of the signals.
The coach doesn't know what to do.
The leftfielder remembers the punchline.
The horny runner checks out base #2.
At the end of the inning beginning with you.
Swing batter swing.

It's nothing new to let love go.
Making mountains out of little rocks.
Painting pictures of the days.
When all I really want to say...is
(fill in the blank)
stare into space
imagine if she could see you now,
with hives on your face
and loves saving grace
bowing down.

Wil shakes the rattle.
"You're a romantic genius."
I rebuddle, "But it's only in my mind."
"Why you say that?" Wil tilts.
"Cuz every fucking time I try,
it's either me tarzan, you jane,
or the chickenshit sound of a dead-line!"
"Oh" Wil shrugs, " when was the last time?"
"Nevermind" I sigh.

There are fourty-four reasons my shoulders are sore.
1. The pigeon peeking over my shoulder.
2. Guitar straps.
33. Headbangin' & dancin' my skinny ass off.
44. The weight of the world.
I need a shoulder massage from one sexy mutha'
so she can feel what a knotty girl I am.

I don't want to hear about rumours on the drive.
My friend Bert knows I exist.
So what nobody can see me taking the backstreet boys on.
Musical toys making out with the songs.
So what?
Big dork stutter cork.
Fork you.

You better get out now while the gettings good.
Hang up before anyone answers.
Go back to the drawing board and call someone who cares.
The news 'aint gonna report it,
and you've been missing for a month.
Hiding in a bombshell.
The studio is soundproof and you can't hear the war well.
But the tracks rock, the albums brewing,
and now it's an even score.
Shoot away.

Skulls and bones.
There will be a day
when we no longer feed you our tears.

2005-10-31T23:54:00.000-08:00

Listen to a sneak preview off the album.
It's the second eldest song member in the upcoming c.d.
Bluestar

2005-10-13T16:44:00.000-07:00

One of the greatest aphrodisiacs is mystery.

Churning flavours in melting pots,
anticipating the taste of the rue.
The essence engulfing your nose before it fills your mouth.
Licking your lips before your teeth sink into her bones.
Sipping a spoonful of you.

Living a human race to the finish line.
Setting a new record time...
first, second, third and last place.
Some see death coming,
face it on or turn around running.

Or death the unexpected guest;
an unscheduled page in your daytimer.

She wears more than one heart on her sleeve,
and believes in everything.
She is by far the most delicate creature I have ever seen.

Days have a way of turning into years.
Seasons grow a body of ocean between us.
Friends dear become nearly strangers.
And we are all still here not waiting....

In a room full of nostalgia
he listens to her music on repeat.
He has memorized every line he can understand.
Words burnt under the sun cool down in a Jeff Buckley shade.
He polishes his mojo-pin,
and digs up his own grave.

Laying diagonally in the bed as the sounds of
Phish with no eyes stare back through the bowl.
The cat kerfuffles, feels indignant and then grooms.
The grandfather clock strikes seven and a half times.

He changes the song to the chapters within me.
With stoic flexibility she sees~

A rotating ball of beautiful madness.
As strange and stranger than any strange time.
-like the ghostdance that enchants us
-like the poetry in a line
a line of coke
the line you crossed
He knows at least three that will pick you up.
Or that piss poor one you tried to pass on your boss.
A line for every circle,
or the one you'll never draw.
Deadlines.

Align the spine
and bet your backbone
that her heart will drop when she calls.

2005-09-28T14:55:00.000-07:00

'Drive-by'

The lives that movies, songs, and paintings are made of...
Let's start off with todays headliners~
David, Randy & Mike (ie; Dutch and RG Bigboar)
were canned from the site because of our unscheduled shooting
of the Drive-By scene 'Under New Mang'ment'.
Apparently "S.O" knew the day we did it.
I suppose it could've been worse,
considering the authentic looking winchestors and all.
Man! Terminated because of our documovie.
I'm in small shock. But the oppurtunivore in me
takes over and reminds the director to document.
So, we will. We'll document the many ways
and what it took to for 'Drive-By' to be done.
The makings of...
David, Dutch and RG Bigboar had 44 reasons to and not to--
They put their asses on the line for rock'n roll-
You rock, we salute you!
Good Luck Under New Mang'ment cowboys!

We are all excited because we've had our second
band confirmation from a group called ALL PURPOSE
Our first oral confirmation was made by East vans
beatboxin' harpdog C.R AVERY
~with many more in mind and spirit...
Continuing to preserve the drive culture,
we captured some scenes from Emma Sebastians
burlesque show at The Waldorf, 'Naughty Bits'
Thanks to all the fabulous talent.
A special thanks to the cutest band in Vancouver, 'Vancougar'.
Yes you are on our hit list.
Watch out for the Drive-Bys, because you never know
out of what nook or cranny, or around what corner
we will driveby next!

The studio is upside down with Kali, as we incorperate
new "family members": we have more gear than
we know what to do with, and this is a good thang.
This biz is all consuming like her music.
I show up to parties with a brief or folder,
geez, what kind of nerd am I becoming?

She lights her third coffin nail.
I told ya' not to phone me.
So whaddya' do? Ya' show up on my doorstep,
crying to take you back, and I do...
I buy another pack and let the smoke roll
down my throat like the breath of our first kiss.
Love yet to be made,
but making it all the time.
Another pouch of drum.

In memory of Kenny Dobson...

2005-09-11T23:34:00.000-07:00

WHERE'S THAT GIRL???

M.I.A and Supa bizee started bedmating.
Some thought she walked off the end of the earth.
Nestled in the bedtracks their
dreams kept coming true.
I haven't seen my roomate for weeks.
All shacked up at the studio
engulfed by film and music.
It's been sooooooooooooooooooo busy,
and I'm absolutely lovin' it.

INDIE FILMS

Three scenes have been shot for an
East Vancouver rockumentary called
'Drive-by'...
The site is under construction
Still in it's infant stages
I've managed to beg, borrow and steal
enough moula to kick it off.
I have yet to officially book all the artists,
but am working on a "dream list".
Moi co-conspirator Xaliman
runs a beautifully competent studio
called Energy Discs.
We have been blessed with a plether
of new gear thanks to Michel,
and a ghetto humanitarian budget
thanks to Mr.David!
With M.Louws, Hernandezs, Candyvisions
and Don Mierneckis confirmed--
the alchemy thickens and churns...
Nows time to include more east van homies.
What have I gotten myself into!?
My mouth is dry from accounting.
My ears ring from the undying calls,
and meez dogs are barkin'. Phewee.

Stop, swallow, and feel it
roll in your tiny ponch-belly.
Enjoy the nutrients as they
fill up your soul and body.

HEALING CHANGES

Feeling it in my bones,
lastnite I bid thee a farewell
to many things~
I had one cigarette to celebrate,
and five today.
Although she's nasty,
she's a tough girlfriend to break up with.
But loves well worth it.

CRIMINAL RECORD

Aah, the album some ask.
Yes it's coming.
There are tracks and scratches for every song
except my two newly borns.
The past couple weeks I've been in the kitchen
cooking up some new recipes.
I'm full of happy flutterbied bellies.
Sweet inspiration~
Realistically, which is a big word for me
it'll be finished near the end of the year.

SIGNS

The baby crow fell from the tree.
I'm not sure if crow was drunk on berries
or the cat spooked "him".
Crow was hurt bad and couldn't move.
He tried taking flight a few times
but only hurt himself more.
I shewed and hissed the curious cat away,
and then laid down beside my friend.
He was still as his blue black eyes
gazed into mine. I began to oum,
and softly sing. He was quiet for a few minutes
but then he thought he'd try again for the skies.
I reminded him not to struggle, rather relax,
and just let it go..
with two more strokes of his wings
crows spirit took flight...
and then his body was still,
and now rests with the roots of the tree.

RAVENS AND CROWS

lo cuervo dicho ssh!
sus pesado cuando vuestro
corazo boca asi gigante
un flammeche chez dans lanterne
lente brule dos dans un feu
lequel duree j' boire davantage arrosez
tel que su va
moi trouvaille sois loisirs

SAFE JOURNIES

Beyond these words walls lives a rich woman
~Truly blessed~
Michael says I'm too cryptic
I say, why know when you can guess?
Why pretend to make sense
of a multiversal life
that is truly stranger than fiction...

2005-06-07T15:04:00.000-07:00

Neglected backwater sites
longing for the refresh button
authors missing in action
and no posted rewards

Bloggers who go there and back
return with no word of a map
we wonder,
where have they gone?

LOST IN A SONG
an epic piece that doesn't end
nights become days
and seasons a blurry blend.....

You send a letter to Sweden
and one idea to many managers
fish finish up the touches
and lay out the front design
labels will call with deals
and devils will tempt the horn
picking up the first single
'As Time Goes By'
a bluestar born

Thirty rotations
to travel around the world
buying a one way ticket to her heart
due to weather the planes been delayed
and that's just the start!

Scrolling through the script & set
checking out the guestlist
~daydreaming in colour too
songs, stages and stories
the dreamers wonder,
"which ones will we make come true?"

There aint much to say
except everything...
for now,
i'll settle for just one line
...and in this space time continuim
poetry escapes
a prisoner of RIME

break

shouts and thoughts out to:
skeena reece--
adventuring the wilderness
with a knife on your side,
all my love and blessings!

2004-12-13T04:39:00.000-08:00

Dear Anna,
Self afacing?
What does that mean?
-wobbly wonky walker
-riddling RiMiNg talker
-unwittingly stalking her

I love Columbo!
Nature plays aloof.
A unicorn UpPLAYS the crutched hoof

It doesn't really matter
like the days of platinum blonde
It doesn't really matter
she's long gone into the thoughts of songs

You like it like that--
not knowing what's beyond the door.
I have managed to find
dirty thoughts of the rarest kind
Strange places thunken thoughts go
nooks and crannys many once hoped
only GOD would know.
AND AS SO,
out to those moles
who hide in holes--
It's hard on the soul
Oh no, oh no,
I'm not like that!
Who wants to admit they're a
no-good shit monkey ass?

Be careful if it's
becoming easier to forget
try hard to remember
lest not ye regret.

All my love and caos Anna,
sincerely yours,
Camillia

Post Script: The site is under construction,
and I don't know when the album will be ready.

2004-10-22T01:47:00.000-07:00

Another blogmerge...

I'm here with Xaliman,
Commissioner of Sonic Harmony
at Energy Discs Studio in Vancouver.
This will be my first internet interview
and Xalimans second.
So without further ado~

Give our viewers a readers digest version
of your "rock 'n roll" story up to date?

Becoming aware of what makes a rock roll, is a bigger answer than can be suspended as words on this screen. So I have been thinking about and exploring the fringes of musical possibilities and seeing if I can get away with calling the experience, rock.

The fringes of rock? Does that mean you step outside
the wheels of music and explore the unbeaten paths?
fringe:1.an ornamental border consisting of short threads
or strips hanging from an edge or band. 2.EDGE
3.something that is additional or secondary to an
activity,process or subject

I live outside the wheels of sonic patterns that dress up as songs and parade about as popular culture.

Name a pop-culture sonic pattern that turns your crank?

As an observer I would choose one of relative fame. One, relative to the neighbourhood and the dogma that runs the streets. It might it even be a composition that is just now being vibrated onto a recording medium.

What are we listening to on the stereo right now?

Terja Rypdal, his album called Works.

What current sound vibrations are cooking in your kitchen?

Melodic Energy Commission is the current project. It's an entire research and development organization packaging sound patterns onto CD, that we found in various galaxies. The newest CD is titled, "Time... is a slippery concept." I think it's fairly potent and may cause slight disorientation of the linear social perceptional illusion of time.

Timebenders...WHEN'S the cd release?
How long did it take to make?
If this is the newest, what's the oldest? How is, time a slippery concept?

I was skiing down this slope after our first 2 albums in the eighties. My musical ideas seemed like quadrupal backward flips that moved so fast and through so many musical moods that one day I decided to create a patchwork of these
recordings of various songs and jams. Each was a composition of it's own style. It took a fair share of hours to weave custom sound textures and patterns between and within the works. The patches don't tie sequential segments, but rather, like celtic knotwork, twist the perceptions into acceptance of freeform soundscapes.

Do I like pickles?
yes

So, you're the sonic commissioner, and a musician-
what else makes you so fucking special that I
would want to interview you?

I just bribed you with a bowl of multi-grained flakes. You're too easy to influence.

Too much rice milk and not enough cereal by the way.
Do you have any musical accomplishments you would like
to brag about? Maybe even namedrop or something?

I would like to mention Kathara for inviting me to their stages as a percussionist. I've always been a singer or keyboardist or bassist but finally I got to stand on stages as a gong and tribal drum player. It was refreshing and maybe my next instrument will be the aolian harp.

What's your drug of choice and what are you on now?
I'm vibrating at the frequencies of this alcove. I am addicted to all things and my usage frequency varies apon which one, be it, air, food or bud,creates a favourable effect in the now, it is influenced heavily by my past consumption of time and it's influence on this moment is an after effect. I ate it all and breathed out this scenery. Is that a soggy flake stuck to the wall?

Why do you think pop culture is the way it is?
How would you feel if your music became "popular"?

I wouldn't be surprised if it did become popular and a huge wave of change swept around the universe all because of me doing something in a way that hasn't been done quite that way before. At least in the scope of popular human memory. Popular is also quickly assimilated, mimicked, and before I become a pop icon my ideas might well be digested by the masses and I'll be able to watch look-alikes on every channel of the TV tube influenced by me, a poser and beholder of deep wisdoms regarding sound over matter philosophies.

tv babies, ross and rachel hairstyles everywhere, forcefed consumerism~
How would you save the world?

I'd feed them multi-grained flakes with less ricemilk!

Xaliman and I have been sharing time co-producing
my first album which will be ready to eat December 1rst, 2004.

2004-06-29T22:21:00.000-07:00

MAGICALLY TRAGIC

"Don't forget to fall in love."
A gypsy theif calls...
"I'm in love," she says,
"I'm through with stealing hearts!"
To love now and cry later.
Falling fast.
Is there a speed limit to love?
Quick to hide tears
Wiping them off on chipped shoulders.
He asks, "What's with you?
Somethings different."
Friends say I am looking
in and out of love.
...an effortless fall into
the touch of your eyes.
A smug smile
basking in ripe after smells--
sweet gypsy thief ~
you feel you have no friends
but you're noones friend
in between spaces and eyes
are looking like a trend
leaving trails of lovers
uttering under their breath
wishing upon falling stars
hoping to put to rest.........
She wants to be lost and not found.
Not a wallowing swallow inn
"a pool of regret"
witnessed and remembered
a waking dream you will not forget
Are you growing tired of the same
old love letters?
Smoking cheap cigarettes
on catshit ridden floors.
Wanting more than what you don't have,
but somebody cared to share with you...
even if you didn't deserve it --
because everybody does.
I am still here not waiting.
Everythings old and it's new.
Love leaves the empty room
Running into somebody else
so I don't have to be myself.
I asked for this and got that too.
It's all up to me and it comes down to you.
A sound to cure the lovesick.
Smokescreens to fill the masses mind.
~oldie moldy stories
a fungus of space and time.

None of this is true.

Cry all they want and need.
For the food that feeds
the rich and poor
aten 'til there is no more
starves
like the secret life of plants
soaking in the suns ambience
just enough
to carry on

this song's 4 U 2
3 of a kind-- a haiku
in the key of blue

*i love you*

2004-06-15T02:19:00.000-07:00

NoManBitchAmI & Dirty Thirty "A BlogMerge"

DIRTY ROTTEN LEADERSHIP

This site has a little variety
if you like to check out the "fun" side
or twisted treat of what Nancy R. and Hitler
used to run countries in their times.
Hmm, does that mean national commonalities
in times of great changes and despair?
SHUT UP! I'm messing with this....

Whatever. Flakes. Yeah, like my being, and what herbs
I "should" inGest are determined by those sparkly
O's in the skies; the stars.
As for DREAMS, this is the waking one.
In favour of the Canadian way of spelling,
freestyle and freeflow, here we go to
a multi-dimension
...with this in mind, like I just staTed to nomanbitch-
-fuck the content, we'll check it out later. Your turn.

Don't forget to break and save eh?
Wow! there's some content to the sight.
Nice pics. Poetry?
You're still talking, and distracting me from the content...
made ya laugh. My underlying comment above though,
was to reflect how 2 different countries in 2 eras
had similar influences. Nancy running USA via Ronnie
and his alzheimers,
and Hitler to Germany with his syphilous---
looking too far into the nether regions,
like alternate realities, to determine how to fuck peoples lives up.
Dirty Thirty said I'm Linkin' without thinkin'. So I am...maybe.
BrainFart

I've been seen as alot of things. Sweet antithesis, o evil twin,
black is the night
as light is to the day. Wince at the quickness
that takes us to this new thought. As a carnivore keeps track
of your every move, times the groove.
Click onto this!
to see if the hunter will catch you.
No more riddle, and no more RIME.
He taps the tobacco down the tube line.
What's next? Let's see. I'll go get nomanbitch,
break and take a pee.

Yes master I have learned well...as per breaks eh?
You're still talking, ha!
Made ya laugh again.
Binary or airy
Goddamn cat
is checking out the damn roof 1 floor below and next door
...Dirty Thirty is rerouting Freddy...
she has a playful way with the cats. Says she doesn't care,
but she sweats blood over their safety.
Fred's testing her limits...and winning.
Fun and comedy...real or digital.

L.O.L. Remember when you didn't know what that meant? L.O.L
Laughing out loud. Derailing trains off iron tracks.
Every surfer is gonna catch the wave a little different.
Each photographer is gonna snap
a unique angle to the same thing.
A hertz to note, another song to sing.
Everything I find is mine, it's ours if you care to share.
Please listen.

Ya, listen to and view THIS! Duel
I hadda laugh. Thanks Bro'.
This is the "Birds Nest" of KFC. It also is some more
blind selection. OOOOp, the cats need some wet food.

Sex, Rock n' Roll, and Politics.
I lean more towards the first two personally.
NoManBitch, a likely self proclamation,
ooops, it's 12:07, time to feed
Freddy, Shadow, and Wharf their wet food.
Still nobodys man bitch?! You be the cats bitch, bitch.
You son of a bitch--promoting KFC like that. Chow-meow on this!
BITCH!

DAMN! Pretty nice boobies on that last link....
I'll definitely look into that one with my lizard part of mind
and otherwise entertaining HotLics interests.
Lesseee,Evil Twin Twisted Opposite
Milk 'em baby! Jaws has some possible potential,
we'll see as we take time to read the silly stuff later.
The content is courtesy of a very entertaining merger date.
This ROCKS!!

Dear Amigo, and mergeblog editors...
please include an ' after nomanbitches ya's. Thank -you.
Anywho, campe'on de WB Blogger es dado a Mark Roberts
I love...
betchya thought I was gonna say YOU.
The search for truth, along with a decent blog.

Worf shut the hell up!!!!! Silly shit cat.
Ooop, Ooop! Dirty Thirty has a "Bzzz-on"! HA!
Silly woman!!
I truely love you too Camillia Frey. I'd marry you
if you weren't distracted you silly thing...
but the fact is you keep on about that pert nippled
Angelina Jolie damnit...
HEY ANGELINA she won't stop talking.
She also keeps puttin' out my cigarettes--
--arrgh, she calls 'em incense.
Aww well, wadda ya gonna complain about with a woman who knows how to make ya laugh and growl.
Can't heel, and can't complain...much being nobodysmanbitch, no I won't recap dammit.
Cheeky short hair thing!--PUSSY
What a woman. Inspiration, challenge, sexy, wet-dream.
The HoneyBee HoneyMoon Attire
If you go my way.

I go my way, your way and all ways always.
nomanbitchami
You can call me dirty thirty,
but my name is Camillia
I mean Camillia
Old fool, quit talking about Angelina~
When ya' FUCKIN' know I'm letting go of what's her face
and that other diamond light
deep in the inner maximum space of our city night
Your love is like a carnivore
hungry, angry, what else ends in G R Y?
no lie, there's an answer.
Ask and ye shall receive.
What next you ask?
This will last forever
with all of our hearts we will always be here and there
everywhere like that forever together bryan adams song
in heavy rotation on every radio station
EGO brainiacs-- where's you at? C'mon already ole fool.
You don't even read this sign on the road,
nah, me and you just carry on fifteen kilometers per hour
beyond the speed limit.
This fast cars going nowhere fast...
somewhere...
here where we are at
with the meowing cats
HOME @ long last

She was still talkin' and got pissed off for reminding her of it.
Made ya growl! Ha!
Ah well, hell I can't even draw the link for Ray Charles' "I'll Be Good To You".
But then, there's still the rendition of Quincy Jones' "100 Ways".
THAT'S IT!! Love Ya' CAMILLIA.

Spin it fool into pointer sisters fever
Whoa, give this one a blast.
At last this blogmerge bursts into hot pizza'a
and pochohontus's poems
still, the moment lasts lifetimes.
I love you too.

2004-06-03T16:55:00.000-07:00

THE GREATEST LOVE STORY OF ALL TIME

Persephone loves pomegranate and mint.
A maiden sprouting seeds at springtime-
queen of the underworld for a half year stint.
Hymn to Demeter

Both Hamlet and Ophelia are stricken with a vague
recollection and kinship for one another,
but out of famalial loyalties
Ophelia restrains her love for Hamlet.
The flower of love spoils into forbidden passion
and loves true valentine murders the king.
Ophelia drowns herself in muddy waters--
with a pain too much to bare...
'And will he not come again?
And will he not come again?
No, no, he is dead,
Go to thy death-bed,
He never will come again.'
Ophelias love lives long past the grave
and beneath her songs of mad ramblings
lays a "veneer of calm"~
a voice speaking her own tragedy;
secret songs that sing of loves suppression.
Mindspeaking alone in her bed.
Death a symbol recognising the ghost of a love.
Internalized grief, and notes of despair
bring a liberating death.
Look into Ophelias mirror and see your own reflection.

Kali transcending all forms
creating and consuming all life and death.
The ground you walk upon and the tears you shed.
Which foot forward? Dakshina or Smashan?
Kali dances with Shiva
and the formless becomes absolute.
Time which devours all
will tear us apart and bring us together.
Have we come in the form of Kali,
Ophelia or Persephone?
Our stories relived out new...
The same characters
where you are me and I am you.

On the day of awakening Warriors of the Rainbow
recognise the great spirit and spread the word
through music, art and story.
Leaders will arise through action not word.
The eyes of the fire will see her grandchildren
rise up to their task of being a
Warrior of the Rainbow.
"a time where names and family connections are forgotten."
"And then what?"
When birds fall from the sky and fish die in the water
Shame will awaken and Onkwehonwe shall rise up...
There will be a rekindling of old flames
and the sacred fire will be lit again.
May the seventh generation remain strong in our quest.
Unified hearts for the greater cause of all.
May we awaken to the quickening bluestar.
Gathered from the North, East, South and West
a tribe of many colour awaken to the call of their heartbeat.
Take courage, fear not the scorched lands
and your own and fellowmans deceit...
embrace all hope in the darkest of hours--
for it is so,
and foretold all shall return home.

Ophelia still sings.
The dance of Kali approaches fast.
Persephone will be the sun again.
Old loves will be lost and new loves will be found~
I know you slept too well to remember,
but it's your dreams that tell your hearts surrender...
the stories in our sounds
we dance again oldest friend
the dawn star will send
the ends of our old dreams into
no beginnings to no ends, as all have co-existed
transforming from one form into another.
Secwepemc lover;
creator of our universe,
the old one looks over.
The coyote guides the crow to the flock
and young love grows up to be older.

2004-04-29T03:10:00.000-07:00

Blog it all anyway.
the font's so fuckin' BIG
on this beast of a mugwamp!?
which reminds me of todays earworm
"don't wanna be your beast of burden"
...although yesterday we felt like one
who knows about tomorrow?
which is now
--checks the linear time--

spring fever at the D.O.G House was all that!
could there be more babes in one spot?
hot shouts out to:
jacob cino
lady driver
laurie bricker
monica lee
kathara
& the listening society

hangin' with the angel
talkin' of barkin' larkin'
names droppin' on the net
can be dangerous!
so fucking what?
my name is camillia
and your name is
mark, michael, the other michael,
rachel, mom, dad, sara(h), silly wretch, the kid
bhima, dima, random surfer babe, ray, john doe,
john henry, jane doe, deleina, chris, jenNIFFER,
auntie christ, granny, grandpa, claire,
angelina,
carlin, katie, begat adam begat a virus begat bob,
and megan, charlie, star, luna moss, johnny
shankhini, L.A WEBB, kinnie, shite,
jason, melanie, camelia, sean, mandy,
sasha, keith, mamaguroove, bitchman, girlfriend,
I forget your name,
lisa, taunya,riteous babe, tinman, little freaky
sam, mooney, lori, laurie, laura, the lord, carnivore,
silly recreant and many more....

the fighter retreats to the studio
for full time training with the funk fu
up for a black belt this fall
studying multi-instruments (at once)
literally, like the see are avery,
trapkit, guitar or bass & singing
at the same time
gotsto bee more than ready
for the musical rites of passage
mo' better! kick ass
the lover returns home
to the heart of the matter
meanwhile,
run on sentences seem like choppy incompletes
and dotted i's, crossed t's make up sloppy beats

wonderfully rich cheese
ends that never do
doing whatever you please
seeing beginnings through

the word spy moves slow
as templates are under construction
this is as personal as it's gonna get
getting closer and closer
to my secret fantasy~

2004-04-22T20:52:00.000-07:00

Very quickly, as time is of the essence.
Days with thick plots & characters.

1. Ani Difranco riteous babe unleashed...
received an east van care package that included my portfolio.
The first I've ever put out there.
After some healthy site-stalking I came within 1 degree
and was also gifted with a free ticket to the Queen E show!

2. I got into a scrappy bitch fight. No kidding...
and I kicked ass for the most part.
Gave more than I got and walked away with a smile,
and no blood of my own.
You may be shaking your head at this subtle boast--
but I'm a lover and a fighter----
and PROUD!

3. The next upcoming main event
is SPRING FEVER (and boy, do I have a bad case of it)
at Dans Organic Garage 1864 Triumph
this Saturday, April 24th at 9pm
Jacob Cino, Lady Driver, Laurie Bricker,
Monica Lee, Babette Santos & secret family recipe
will also be performing.

That's all for now folks!

2004-03-17T15:16:00.000-08:00

BLOG IT OUT

Inspired by:
L.A Webb
rabbit
WORDSPY
Michael Louw

intexicated love songs
you can read and pick apart over & over again
rabbit the rambler wrangled out weird words
scrolled through paragraphs from beginning to end
ah, tis true, the hunter trapped you in her net
repeatedly read over those prose you've come to regret
what's interesting is the riddle
and the rythmn of the rhyme
run-on lines travelling at superwit time
seekers of the sublime ravelling for something profound
microcombing through the shit
searching for the slickest of sounds
all that and a bag of ripple chips
a chocolate ass, chicken legs
and angelina jolie lips
wrapped around anything
kissing in between our hips
to boldly blog where no blogger has blogged before
to blog it out with endless more doors in store
to leave no stone unturned
awaiting your ring and knock
peeking through windows you've never imagined
a never-ending stock
talk, talk, tick-tock, my friend inverts her cock
walking the drive along side a wolf, john and a bluestar clock
over confidence can drive them away
so what the fuck are you trying to say?

a lady wolf otherwise known as koda
sings the chorus,"no try only do, little yoda..."
she's gonna say, "oh, I told ya' sooo...."
I know she knows a rabbit on the run when she sees one
still, foxhawk finds the chase more than fun
spyword once again has begun...
tag--you're it and you know it
a staged story but the blocking continues to show it
sweet antithesis; evil twin
with a prize to lose and a loss to win
let the "games" begin

sincerely,
fussy pussy eater

2004-02-26T05:46:00.000-08:00

HINT
...you can find me in my secret fantasy...

2004-02-13T22:18:00.000-08:00

Hangin' low with no place to go
it's all good though
doors swinging open up everywhere
some wearing dirty underwear
rocking with the roll
with a star who didn't sell their soul
out to those who want to know
upcumming gigs...

FEBRUARY 14th Valentines Day
@ Dans Organic Garage
1864 Triumph st.
with Timothy Wisdom, Big J Dub,
All Purpose & secretfamilyrecipe...

FEBRUARY 27th
@ The Cottage Bistro Main st.
with Kathara & The Listening Society
recording artists...

so on and so on...
out came a new song
one that will live long
she called it bluestar
she left the guitar and took it to the piano
she didn't know what note would fall
she wasn't sure about anything at all
except that she needed to let go
boy did it ever
and out rang the tears
along with four years
now's the new show
it starts off a little slow
but out to the few
where the old are born new
love songs grow up to be something different

bluestar is a sign of the times
that foretells the awakening
and the quickening
leaps and bounds beyond your wildest dreams
reality sews unsewn stitches into the seams
it seems too much to believe
but just listen a little
and take heed to the sounds you hear
as the awakening is here
and the quickening is near

2004-01-17T23:12:00.000-08:00

hitting a small flock of birds with one big boulder
what's to say regurgitaters of wit?
aint' down on the carpet
no swapping of spit
mamas tit-suckin' baby has grown lazy
in love with love
two sets of footsteps
and one just out of reach
the preachers preaching 'cuz he's had his taste
"ones man high is anothers waste"
I love snow, I love that I don't know
where it all will go
I know what I think I want
I know that which is a need
on life I feed
so death makes mine
changing time aims its bullet
sure not to miss
like "true loves" first kiss
you just fucking know without a doubt
this is the kiss you will not live without
and there are some amazing ourstorical kisses
rolling reel out of tape
reverb fade aways
into ends that don't make a helluvalotta sense to some
words lose wind in mid-run

2003-12-31T14:58:00.000-08:00

REGURGITATERS OF WIT

there isn't a thief good enough to crack her safes code
nor any elder old enough to even know
a venus flytrap digesting a spell of words
love calls a wanderer home but then they take a wrong turn
tripping over a curtail and stumbling down flights of stairs
she says she doesn't want to be the next kinnie, megan or claire
if you love somebody set them free
on the last plane flight out of town
with clairification and megnification
and a rock star who rolled through sound
a lovesick heart twenty-nine strokes later
was hit with a virus, an unknown invader
and it ate her
beat her like a chronic masterbater
choking on chunks of reality bites
but the need to feed persists
like greens growing up through the sidewalk cracks
and the conception that comes with the jizz
no matter what death brings
life always has the wittiest comeback
like the ones you think of too late
a defense to any suprise attack
like the coulda', woulda', shoulda's
what may have been the undreampt dream
blinded by the glare of the sun
and seeing the unseen
falling onto the strings of my guitar
a note for you in the key of blue
a grain of sand for every star
you exit stage left as i miss my cue
moulding a sound sculpture
a fantasies bubble about to rupture
"when i find you in our dreams,
i will tell you what you mean to me..."
sara~
" I don't want to be a bird-dog
or a vulture in a tree
and if i want your love
i'll have to wait until you're free"
If you love somebody, Set her free ...
If she comes back, and if you love her still,
set her free again...
limbs breaking my fall
love returning my calls
this is the place where anything can
this is the space with boundless lands
suns burn, burst and fall
living inside the faces of all
sleeping dreams awakening to the day
choices unfolding always into all ways
swimming upon your seashore and sinking like a stone
homeless with a cats instinct
but not knowing my way back home
new twists on old limes
and an old chief editor
scrolling through lines
you picked my pocket stole the keys to unlock it
saving our secret for another day
loves like shit
ya' never know when you're gonna step in it
'cuz you were looking the other way
and rocks that curve with the winds that whirl
have shaped up the most beautiful girl in the world
unlike prince's and unlike kings and queens
she's from another planet
she exists in a fairytale dream
deeper than where the bottom feeders lie
as shallow as a queer eye for the straight guy
a burgular breaking into their own heart
doesn't remember how the stealing starts
but is positive to how it ends
with locked shields ourself as the enemy falls
and we become our own best friend
the way you strummed the chord struck like a sword
i wandered aimlessly, tried to run away
no matter what prisoner escaped
freedom always remained
however you paint the picture
the artists always in the mixture
all one of the same
a veteran in the game called life
death grows old and knows your name
thoughts that can't be bought or sold
as foretold
love will conquer & reign
when you know not where to go
in our woes let love be so
over and under again

2003-12-30T15:24:00.000-08:00

Gods little manual for life & death
states homosexuality is a sin
laws that ban people from loving eachother suck boil venom
fans & worshippers of this ole book
would have you believe that queer love is not real love
you can find gods true straight children
floating above the multitudes
looking down all god knowingly at our sinner asses
wearing their jesus complexes and stinking of napolean
imagine the nerve to claim their god of love hates love
"God is love, homosexuality is love,
and so then by proxy, God is gay."
god made homosexuality because god loves variety
some of gods little do-gooders feel compelled
to control and/or judge how others love
perhaps it's because they are better, smarter, more beautiful
and know explicity, thanks to that handy dandy manual,
gods laws, truths and sacred covenants
as gay as satan hatred and self righteous idiocy
has many by the balls
the most common "I'm a good christian spiel" goes as follows
"God loves you, he just hates what you do"
god hates it when you make love to the same sex
it doesn't matter that it is consensual mutual orgasmic love
god hates it when you take it up the ass or lick pussy
god loves you but everyone else thinks you're a fucking asshole
love and let love

2003-12-04T18:26:00.000-08:00

"Who you know" is a myth. Knowing yourself is the key.
"Meeting the right person at the right time"
means less than being the right person all the time.
-Margret Cho

cho the know it all is the shit monkey!

2003-11-25T18:14:00.000-08:00

the colour mystic
added to a truth
shockingly artistic
three pulses on the groove
cats say she can play three
instruments at once
and if that isn't enough
it's common knowledge
she's an exceptional fuck
so what's with the big attitude?
and the even bigger hair?
look out! holy ego
she's dressed to make you stare
over two sailors lifetimes
i've travelled more than mosts share
and i've seen many a fish
but none near as rare
little sisters
mrs. mister
where are we now?
in our hearts loves captured
pure rapture
has somehow tore itself into parts
picking up speed
to the velocity of a sneeze
it's not art
when you kiss your hunny
and your nose is red and runny
you fart you think it's funny
but it's not

Art's dead, death by
spontaneous combustion
no idea how good he had it
it didn't seem like much then
who asks no questions?
there are no answers
only endless possibilities
moments woven
unfolding tapestrys
a quick glimpse into something new
seeing myself reflected in you
closing the door of security
protecting the utmost of purity
love like vancouvers rain
'til we see the sun again
i am always with you
like the time that does not exist
life will persist
pictures in frames frozen
the gifts i have stolen
returning love back to love
we didn't know what had gone missing
like fire and ice kissing
it was the most unlikeliest
hand to fit the glove

who saw what owl?
and forgot to write it down
friends throw in the white towel
and in herds flee this rainy town
i've been around this block
a thousand times
i've read your unwritten book
in between the lines
still we are so quiet
like the mouth of one just dead
and all of the miles in between us
are starving but being forcefed
riots of thoughts fighting a war
what will happen--
the choice is yours...
ours is the better bedmate
theirs is yet to come
the chessgame ends in a stalemate
when finally,
there's nowhere left to run

eastside alchemy
along with many other umbrellas
sews the first stitch
of many birds feathers
the quickening of your intent
as hearts come to understand
the unfolding is ours to make
man, woman, child and land

missing the smell of your body
and the touch of your hand
your eyes in mine
as our sights expand
it all expands...

2003-11-16T22:57:00.000-08:00

Chuck.E's in love
with his girlfriend
she's in love with him
and another girl
the other girl
is falling in love
with a girl
from another planet
who's returning to Venus
on the next full moon
and it's true
she loves Chuck.E's girlfriend
like the fortune-teller predicted
waiting until she's "free"
foolish as this may be
the oracle grinned
soon all shall see
the lovers card
in coalition with the fool
transforms the fires heat
into a cool water pool
love swims a little too deep

Chuck.E loves music
his girlfriend plays kazoo
saxophone, guitar and sings
she borrowed the other girls
fender strat
and busted all five strings
the girl from another planet
travelled twenty-four galaxies
has seen twenty-four times more stars
and after touching base
with her homeland venus
her next mission will be on mars
the girl Chuck.E's girlfriend
is in love with
the biggest headcase
ever to walk the earth
is also the mushiest shit
ever to be given birth
like the stolen
egyptian tarot card spread said
seasons may go by
the scorching sun
may suck the land dry
the lovers may cry why
why must so many foolishly die?

the other girl is I
Chuck.E is this guy
who lays with
my future wife
the girl from another planet
lives a secret agent life
as for this story
all of it's a lie
except that the girl
from another planet
is actually a swedish spy
I spy with my little eye
something that is.....

2003-11-05T20:56:00.000-08:00

New posts for the imperial parasite hosts;
HUMANOIDS

SPUN AROUND
Let's talk with frank, shall we?
No welfare, no pay taxes, no u.i,
no credit, no debit, no photo i.d,
no bills in no name, no REAL job,
me no play the monopoly game.
Of course that's hardly true.
just go with me on this one...
What's that line, " spent my last cent
on the rent and now i'm penniless"
Get real milli.
O.K for real, this morning I felt like that
brokeloser he referred to me as
that drunk Saturd'nite.
I was too proud to tell my friend
I couldn't afford our coffee date.
I lost the backpack full of pennies
I was taking to cash in,
and I hadn't turned over pot
or c.d's in a dunes age.
Wearing a skinny frame
of shame and desperation
I walked smack into her arms
and it spun me right around
the corner and into twenty-bucks

poverties emotion sent me aimlessly
onto the streets and into
both my brother and sisters arms
loves sweet angel warm
knowing within lifes looking after me
rich with story and drunk on the lines
each step we've taken has brought us
to this time and place
where you meet a familiar face
old family just like the blood
into a single moment
we have spun
a complete circle.
I walk the backstreets,
after her cityscape holds me~
I trace my path back
to the place where I started from
with the jerks at Turks
I still didn't think it would come
I waited, smoked and waited some more
just as I was leaving I heard a
faint knock on the door....
twenty-bucks later, I'm missing
my bag full of pennies--
but when in ones arms
I'm counting my blessings

and I count the days til
min karlek leaves and returns
to her HOUME...
as we fill each moment
up with little lifetimes.

2 B cuntinyou'd...

Latest net-surfin':
The Ghost Dance
The Quickening

2003-10-30T17:03:00.000-08:00

The Listening Society/ Secret Family Recipe
El Cocal gig shook worlds thanks to
Skeena Reece (Happy New Years!),
Wifely Duties, Texas Xenja
Camillia and the Curly Paws.
Hey, that's me. Enough about me though-
You talk about me now...

Fuckin' poetry
my secret fantasy

At MLouws with sunken treasures
who wonders if I smoke everyday?
red sunkid goes down like waterfalls
for the highest of loves we pray...

You want a haiku?
I have a haiku for you
in the key of blue...

not quite a captured kodak moment, no.
far from profound
it likes to break all kinds of rules
especially the ones of sound
In this secret fantasy made reality
where we rise up through our art
native-indian prophecies
...it starts with you....
we will a place of gathering
magic and music make matter move
laying down soul in grooves
sign waves physically effective
a knowledge and art
whose keepers are protective
the funk-fu breaks like beats
stomps like feet
strikes like sticks
kicks like hot licks
like the force it is everywhere at once
like you peeking through
as you always do
seeing past words and fusing it
into your own spin
where winds of thoughts
neverend or begin

I spy with my little eye
something that is... obvious
once upon a time
hiding behind the face of nonchalance
giving in to absonous
no more, I'm veering off that road
and steering into the path of you
with heart in hand
and Lady Music at our side
giving respect where respect is due
flocking together with rock
a musical band
preserving it for the future stock
aging it perfectly on a shelf
there is noone else
I want to drink it with~
drunk on your skin
climbing every limb and note
magic begins with the rising twins
and cliche love quotes like
~home in lady muziks warm arms~
"safe from harm"
living out the song in all of us...
let's make music
let's make ourstory

2003-10-18T01:15:00.000-07:00

This is freaky-the words come out freestyle
but no RIME no on TIME
left to read between the lines...
as a friend reads real slow
in between the lines
goes to places where nobody goes
I don't know the next to fall
as wind finds loose chatter
walls call to destruction
though you would have the
RIME and TIME sequence into lines
of configuration~figuring you have a hold
of something whole... who cares if they know this is
FREEstyle, free to fuck anyone
within a half a mile
combined with less of any effects
I am free to pay more
and prone to payLESS
in debt with love
why does this face look familiar?
similar to the wrinkled torn
tossed on your face
and whenever worn
shocks the pigeons to spew
out you and the aftermath of vacant laughs
filling up the room with toxic gas
and the feeling I am writing this
as though to kiss a hush part of you
as quiet as the dead in your room
as promisung as pending doom
WAIT, you promised not to RIME
or weigh the lines to make out with TIME
still alive in the death of all
whenever all of us come to fall....
Anyone who has a clue
knows what I mean
when I say, "I love you"
and I DO. I do...
when your silence speaks in volumes
like the sound of your muziks wave
and "do I even really love you...
or do I really love your brain?"
I don't know
I love you just the same...........
free to do
whatever
one does

2003-09-27T00:55:00.000-07:00

...to have half the nerve to
peel off the shit tossed
walking in circles at a loss
a mind to wit ways in and out
finding ourselves in absolute doubt
sure of just one thing
what's inside- too lost to find
a maze of a mind
the real fucked up kind
promises we can break again
words wearing paper thin
just like old friends
who have broken the trust
bruised their own hearts
egged on foul starts
played the divas end
shadows haunt homes
just like masters disclaimer strings
moving the puppets mouth
to say the nicest of things
cutesy grammar
and over-rehearsed lines
better get it right
they may notice you pantomime
a little out of sync
and off-time
a storyline about how
they brought the battle on
but really, how old is that song?
to step outside of yourself
the "I'm a guilty drunk sob
and blame everyone else"
uttering against names
one of the same
cool kitty-cats in rival gangs
gifts with strings
force-fed presents
but everyone owes
and now you resent it
after distortion bends it
and twists it into shape
spewing out loves lies
and truthing out an escape
swallow the general consensus
please give the hen a rest
you may find old recipients
blocking your e-mail address...

2003-07-28T20:53:00.000-07:00

When I post onto the blogspot it's a breakneck death.
Words whiz by oozing out osmotic soul.
Freestyle...a city block pumps a city mile...
Where the road goes--I don't exactly know.
My best guess is HOUME~
Looked under a rock and met a wiggly worm.
I introduced him to my friend, the crow-
(the special one with the two mutant toes)
We had a snack and a talk about everyday revolutions.
We didn't come to any solutions or conclusions.
We parted early due to city construction intrusions.
I wish we didn't have to go so soon.
Hailing golfballs last Sunday afternoon!

Is that a crow accent you have?

2003-07-24T01:43:00.000-07:00

SISTERS & BROTHERS WILLS UNITE

sassy ass hits to pass--moves so fast
makes a moment last lifetimes
thinking i'm so smart
clever enough to have your heart
starting to gently tear you apart
from the deep understanding
that inside i love you
that our bodies and soul need this
why resist the last kiss you'll miss?
finding your heart deceiting it's songs
seeing no way out of this
a tune that we couldn't miss
but we've had it bad for long
who knows what's next to come?
where will it go and where's it from?
giving in to discipline
don't fool yourself and break your heart again
like you never heard the chord
it struck like a sword
when it came from me and went right through you
and you moved me too
didn't know what to do
i walked around, and ran away
but no matter how far i went
the feeling always stayed
no more truths to betray
millions of raindrops
here for the fall
a beautiful life to love than not at all

2003-07-15T18:12:00.000-07:00

FOURTEEN FOURTY-TWO

Jot it down & you can pick 'em apart
stream thru your veins
and straight thru your heart
right from the start
and end it again
call love your enemy
and call love your friend...
the bloodhound caught the fox
had the keys to unlock it
steps in loves shit
and picks your holy pocket

slips out of freestyle into a mile a minute
lead foot floored on the fucking gas
too much into it...
hit to pass the next one charges forward fast
stillness in this and what comes first and last?
not what you wanted, painted pretty pictures
stories to suit our needs no bellyache mixtures
the social feed on the flow as we know
and go on nothing we've seen or have known
something has spun a dream into being
I can feel our change growing
and the blind in do seeing
new life planting seeds in new grounds
lay to rest your very best things down
around this moment now you see
whatever you want--a storm at sea
stewed, brewed and churned
recipes from all our stories~
ready as you will ever be
anything in all of everything
"What?" and again they ask ,
"what?" drinking questions
drunk from the flask
conclusions like doorways to seperate rooms
windowed points of view
swept up by brooms
come up what must
the vaccume; a dusts doom
Oops, there you go again--
speaking too soon.

2003-07-04T04:17:00.000-07:00

Empty Phonecalls & Lost Numbers became friends.
Close and long distance. Out of sight and out of mind.
There were piles of crumpled papers
and dirty underwear everywhere,
but never the ones you needed to find.
The city's dirty air filtered through it's people
who wore down paths that led to money steeples...
Off track taking off tight-ripped pants
the elastic band snapped back,
and I loosened her bra-strap.
One of my best friends is a cat
who's been missing in action
one year this fall.
Knowing something is a sliver of the fraction
not knowing anything can be the hardest of all.
I don't know where you are...
Wishing upon a star.
Rising above and below the zeros.
Making love, songs, villains and heros.
I stumbled into a rumble,
and a dead woman in the park.
Silenced victims and roaring lions
made cats call and dogs bark.
" I don't care much for cliches " she stated,
" especially when I'm one of them."
Typical bulldykes with strap-ons & crewcuts.
Rednecks with little dicks and big trucks.
All the overused lines you think suck.
Like Oh baby, I love you.
Cell phones. E-mails. Web sites.
Three genie wishes in fourty days & forty nights.
Fight or flee in fright.
The want for the words to be just right.
Read it over, cross your T's and dot your I's.
The way you may have thought it to be
can come as a BIG suprise!
Suprise, love's no stranger.
We are closer than we have ever been.
I will call on you. You already know your answer.
You have been it in a dream.
Awakening to the new moment
unheard, touched and seen.
Sewing reality stitches into streams of being~
Up so late with destinys date, and out of touch with families.
Listening to societies, eating in & out, and now blogging.
The bikerbabe, help me, I think I'm a rock star fag
misses seeing those tight, fresh buns jogging.
Tick-talking ole lines
no sir, i won't spare you the time
now's the time you've been flogging.
I'm logging off and out of here.

You're so serious.
Always reading in between the lines.
The need to configure~
Relax, enjoy the ride.

2003-06-28T02:40:00.000-07:00

eye m in x t c~ livin' loves song...as u sleep-
dreams creep through, in & out of hearts
sharing trust in moments unfolding
where fantasy is reality
reality is this
i m u, u r i
with breath as oceans make seashores
rocks shape with winds curves--like her body
sinking stone, waters move waves effortlessly
falling into your being
heart-beating, mind, lips and skin
deep in your eyes
and all they have been
where the bottom feeders lie
and unseen life dwells
somewhere between heaven and hell
i have pressed these lips with
a sweetish angels kiss
like nothing you have ever seen
she awakens the living dream...
to nights that never end
and mornings that never begin
neverland becomes always
and all ways are all now
in a moment
where lovers makes love
and words like
"I LOVE YOU"
circle around
and around....
to touch the skies & shake new grounds
we will make the mountains top
and burn a warm fire there
as two sharing one
at once we will be everywhere~

remember any dreams?

2003-06-03T19:53:00.000-07:00

WARNING!
This post includes scenes with coarse language and nudity,
which may be offensive to some viewers.
Viewer discretion is advised.

Dear Diary,

We signed a lease for a rehearsal/recording/office space today.
Thanks to collective fellow friends/ kindred spirits.
Wow. We're doing it. Somebody pinch me. Hey, ouch.
The "Listening Society" lives. Our El Cocal show Saturday rocked.
Flatgrey, Mark Berube, Boots/ Kathara,
Soulfire, Camillia & the Curly Paws,
Texas Xenja, guests on stage and off.
We flew a little bit by the seat of our pants,
but managed to keep them on. Damnit anyway,
I need to be unbuttoned & unzipped. Speaking of witch,
the "x" offered me an orgasm for my birthday,
but you know how that is~ I'm not really in it for the O.
Don't get me wrong here kiddies--
orgasms are made perfect, but, big butt,
no can do with you, or you too.
My last courtship has taken it's course, and spring fever
has bled into summer. I have yet to quench my thirst.
Bum-lover has never given face before, and I'm way past
through with curious virgins. I want somebody who knows
what they want, when they want it, and how they like it--
so I can let 'em have it just that way.
There's a fox who likes to act like my girlfriend on the stage.
But when I close the bedroom door her show is over.
Listen to me. Am I dog enough for the pussy or what?
I must be in high fertility mode 'cuz man,
I'm feeling a little more like a swinger these days.

More than missing the family. Especially the little sis'.
Our loved ones in far off places. To see their faces.
Kid Inc has moved back to Vancouver in the name of love.
The many roads that love can take you down.
If it weren't for women I wouldn't have travelled
half the places I did. That bug has yet to bite me.
Mountain mama is waiting for me to climb her curves.
I'm going over to sexy'z tonight.
We're going to watch videos and ignore the throbbing
between our legs and resist seducing eachother. Joy.
Inspired by the kid already~ these posts are going to hit
closer to home. Less riddles and editing.
More dirt and straight forward words.
I'm all over the place right now and can barely type.
This week is supa BIG! My nerves are calling out for
some dancing and funk fu.
Holy fuck- we have a studio.
I gotta go get giddy.

2003-05-27T04:22:00.000-07:00

Sing a song~ singin' along....
don't think tootwo MUCH about the flow,
or where & how our thoughts go.
How can one feel so sure,
but not really know?
I wish I knew mama-sia.
`that when i c ya'
I'm going to get a kiss--
the one I've yet to get
is the one i truly miss.
She can't believe that nobody's
" stepped up & stepped back,
loosened thier shoulder strap "
You deserve her kiddo, whoever she is.
Is that right?
I don't know.
I'm just a dumb kid.
Uh-huh. Whatever.
So, what?
Working the sweat out of every pour
givin' it all so you can get some more
of that, and less of this....
for a forevermore moment of bliss.
I want your kiss.
" You say it's your birthday "
( Well, it's my birthday too, yeah )
~Happy Birthday 2 U~

Kathara and friends rocked the Wise Hall lastnite.
Thanks cats for supporting the cause.
Boots & friends, Texas Xenja, Soulfire,
Camillia and The Curly Paws,
and guest MC's hit the El Cocal's stage
this Saturd'nite. Cum out!
Open jam afterwards...
while on the subject, in the key of funk,
Kinnie Starr is on Richards on Richards this June 6.
Let's go out, get down and funk all night.
As summer heats up the scene
so do the drivers on the drive.
Here's to a little more skin
and wholelotta more sun.

2003-05-14T00:39:00.000-07:00

Feely kundalini feely kundalini
What you say without a sound
I was lost but now I'm found-
You know I need you now~
Put a blanket over me,
and a blindfold so I can see.
It used to be the perfect riddle
but now we've unlocked our doors
You say,
What you got to give?
give up ego to live
Here and elsewhere
forever today...
so ya' wing it kid
and love takes flight
Help me, I've fallen in love
with life and the ideal of you.
Give me the strength
to see you through.
Let it be overwhelming
quit buying & stop selling
loves telling you something-
shut up and listen love...
~So, I guess it's true
we are all black and blue~

2003-05-12T15:58:00.000-07:00

Last Saturday there was a soul shakedown.
Our listening society sends out to the El Cocal
All the muzikal kats that threw a wish in the well~
Texas Xenja, Lady Driver,
Camillia & The Curly Paws
C.R Avery & Monica Lee.
Our soundmanmonkeys: Micheal Hernandez & Ray.M
Specially ALL who came out ( you's & me's )
Ony, Patrick, Mark Berube the pianoman and Miss Brandi.
The night fuk'n rocked thanks to everyones mix.
Stirring up sum alchemy...
One big happy dysFUNKtional family.
The listening society thanks you
funky mutha monkeys who pitched
money into the pot.
You sent everyone home with smiles
and then sum.
Another show is in the making as we speak-
We look forward to making the fusion fly again friends!
How to feed a revolution.
Rising up through our art.
Making brand spanking new starts...
~peace out

2003-05-11T04:09:00.000-07:00

Loco love iz the swweetest ThanG
cood them bluest skies bring
and make the phone ring--
girls with breasts,
but none of them were my friends~
(even if they were)
wood love throw me back and catch my fall?
she's losing the taste...
making my black eyes crawl....
I stumble over and over
tumbling belly hungry
with a thin-coated wall
hmm, the sweetest thang
i nosedive up the isle
walked through city miles
just to see her smile
I hope you're hungry
cause I'm flush and a lot of a lush
no editing will make us flush/
missed my ride so I caught a bus
i'm coming for you.
sweet thangs are sooo swingin'
love songs keep singin'
gee-whiz, your pants are too tight
as the monkeys will might
find a way
into loves light
tingling
upon your unawakened sights seen
unbelieved into belief
dreamed a big whale dream
swam upon seashores of yours
swimming into the bliss
of this entangled tale
a whale of a tail
of true love with no kiss
squeezes a twist on a new lime
an ole turn
fires burn the yearning
into learning the ways of you
and letting emotions go
into the rivers that flow
into an ocean as endless love swims
above us the seams of stitches grins
sewing the seeds of love
into waking dreams...
please,
believe.....
cuz I got2 tell you
i am with bitter with love
and who wants a cup of that?
this glove fits too tight
and doesn't match my tophat
i'm stirring it up
raising arms for a fight
so,
you can forget me now
but don't remember me when i'm there~
cuz I loved you all along
as it was written in them songs
your face seen everywhere...
be with me before it explodes
walk the path and lighten our load
want me before
you see me succeed
love me NOW
cuz there iz no other time
to need me,
as I need you...

2003-05-09T23:12:00.000-07:00

Loving you comes easy.
It's letting go that's hard.
Why do we put it in a box?
Do you hold a key to unlock
this love in my pocket~
pickin' out the lint...
it's a four year stint.
Have I sculptured a dream that revolves
around your statue grin? Will she call out gin?
One sip of her sound and I'm drunk.
I can still stand, wavering~
--slowly savouring--
and loves a punk
that stunk so bad you heaved.
Love still believes we belong together.
Will you choose to lose or win--
out on this in,
call it a sin that will haunt us forever--
but I'd rather be bound by leather
than to see our love sever
over and over again...
echoes of an end
"best" friend
you move like me
you talk and walk like me
i am like you
i walk and talk like you
i m u
u r 4 i
all these synchronistic alibi's
hidden in our eyes
the truth remains~
I'm not with you~
love stays sealed
and all love is real
when you're next to me
it's x t c...
I am not afraid to play the fool
and I 'aint too cool to go back to loves school.
It's a hard place to go
Knowing the love that flows
Our faces can't help but show
everything that we feel is real
and your kisses I cannot steal
A painters paintbrush
your lips painting a picture
with a red blush
a lusty flush
I will not hush
is it too much to know that love
will hunt us down
until it has found it's fill.
I know you think this song is about you,
don't you?
--well, it is-
and it 'aint nobody's BIZiness
if i do--
well,
except for maybe you.

At what cost?
U R
priceless like love...

2003-04-13T15:48:00.000-07:00

"MUZIK IS THE BEST"
Sick of starvin'? Does the war on the poor
tie your titties in a knot? Peons fueling
the warbeast. Still, the "poor" self-indulge...
intoxications~ CELEBRATIONS ~
It used to be that muzikians hired promoters.
Everythang is all sdrawkcab now.
You cats got2 keep the fellowship,
pool skills & money and hire yourselves.
Pass the same "one hundred dollar bill"
around the circle. The heat is on.
Lifes frying pan is hot. Time to cook.
Music will & does change/move & make the world
Consider yourself no less than a sound sorcerer
Premeditation and intuition
sign wave frequencies resonating love
the ball is caught in your glove
you are more than
reality effective
you are the living dream
let us be the shine within
illuminating without
keep faith and let's rock our fuk'n socks off!
Time to organise and realise our alliances...
The time is now to stand AZ ONE.
It is ESPECIALLY time to SHARE, fuse,
& collaborate.
OUM at 4:20, howl at the moon,
we hear and feel your voice...
~pure energy~
Sonic energy can help heal ourselves,
thereby our world...it is up to YOU
to feed sketches of the revolution everyday
It is time to feed our revolution.

Bolder with age,
it's been three years she's turned twenty-five.
She's got lovelies surrounding her
offering honey from the sweetest of hives.
You think this honeybee
would just go on, taste and see...
what real love has in store for you and me.
They often ask her, " Is this you? "
The similarity is undeniable,
" sounds like you..."
Her own mother thought she was her too.
Unbeknownst to the twins,
both monkeys musically mould
shave slave into a sound sculpture.
The late-bloomer & monkey-groomer
" don't want to be a bird dog "
or a love vulture--
limbs breaking my fall down the tree~
Landing in a place for you and me
to catch a breath and have a rest.
This is the place where I lay my head on your hand.
This is the space where stars burn, burst and fall.
This is the face that knows love can
come live inside the faces of all.
Our living dream awakens to the day
calling out her name.
The world wouldn't have it any other way.
I love you.
With a love that exceeds time and space~
as it was written on my grandmothers face.
Love lives here always.
Spinnining like a dust-devil
Painfully perfected to fit you & I
There is no need to keep asking why.
As time goes by...

2003-04-11T09:00:00.000-07:00

She's in a spot. The frying pans hot.
They think she's something she's not.
Look what you've got kid!
Ostrich logic won't get you far.
Shining bright a falling star...
Selling c.d's at neighborhood bars.
Breaking down in your friends new car.
There's no easy road home,
especially when you're homeless.
Counting out nickels,
but hey, you're not penniless.
So you got a date,
but no dinner, box, or bed.
You're all strung out,
strumming her poetry instead.
Where's your old friends?
It's looking like a trend.
Tears swelling up again--wishin' an angel would send--
a baby black crow with two mutant toes
hungry, cold and no place to go~
Little did you know
you were the angel that would show
love to the lonely
baby black crow.
A night so full of stress she breaks out into hives.
The ebb and flow of survive and thrive,
and then there's barely alive.
Shining shoes, slugging coffee, serving food, & pumping gas
Laughter, tears, joy & pain as our chapters come to pass...
This little bag, dad, walks the city.
Singin' nothin but lookin' pretty.
Seems a pity such a beautiful girl smell so shitty.
Now I'm hard and my fingernails are gritty.
My titties are tied in a knot.
I'm hot like that pussycat kittie.
Down & out with a voodoo doll
on commercial
in east vans inner city.
Sidewalk crack can take some monkeys
so far back they believe they're junkies
hidin' in rooms with only one place to go
up and then down,
so fast that all time moves slow...
where everything means nothing here
and there is nothing you need to own.
...just turn to stone... turn to stone...

" I fell in love with a circus " she said,
" That's why I left town, clowns breathed down my neck-
thought they marked the deck, 'til I called out gin-
and the JOKERS cashed in "

2003-03-21T05:08:00.000-08:00

Reality bites, and everybody needs to feed. Some are force fed.
Many go hungry. Many eat enough for ten hogs.
Some barf it right back up. Poverty the cruncher
chewing and knawing at our bones. Hiding away inside
heated boxes. Curled up warm beside the box of dreams.
Linearized reality by sewing seams. Fears transmitted
through satellites launched by thoughts. The sleeping drones.
Love dreams all home...Ashamed to discover
that it took war knocking at your door--
before you felt to care to understand all is everywhere.
Meanwhile the roots are showing in your bleach blond hair.
Horseshoeing past Boardwalk and collecting two bones.
Pass and go! Fill up ole Betsy with the finest oil
and pave the road. Heading for the mountains.
Guided by the north star.
Frankly ya' little mutha's you've got to give a damn.

A wire in Athena's circuitry shorts out.
The Warbeasts claws clench into the world.
Will you let it make you believe it's you? Holding on,
the city shakes. All quiver as the rivers of emotion rise.
When was the last time you confided in a doG
instead of crying WHY!? Living high off the hog;
drowning in the intoxications of you's, me's and I's.
As now all our relations surround us~
fear not the powers we are--
shining stars that is all yours and mine.
Time tells all stories~ unfolding into the ways
you may will it to spill. The thrill is high
and the soul can soar low as it knows not where to go.
There in the depths of woe let love be so.

Please click onto:
WHAT
THE
FUCK
IS
GOING
ON
!?

2003-03-12T20:18:00.000-08:00

In 1555, Nostradamus wrote:
Come the millennium, month 12,
in the home of the greatest power,
the village idiot will come forth to be acclaimed the leader.
Carnivore's internet presence
may be of interest to some of you monkies.
With war comes change. Peace will persist & resist.
The oil war
has the support of gasguzzlers everywhere.
You are responsible for fueling the beast.
You may as well pull the trigger yourself.
RESIST, if only for a moment of peace.
Stevie Wonders lines read,

" As around the sun the earth knows she's revolving
And the rosebuds know to bloom in early May
Just as hate knows love's the cure
You can rest your mind assure
That I'll be loving you always...

As now can't reveal the mistery of tomorrow
But in passing will grow older every day
Just as all is born is new
Do you know what I say is true
That I'll be loving you always

Until the rainbow burns the stars out in the sky
ALWAYS
Until the ocean covers every mountain high
ALWAYS
Until the dolphin flies and parrots live at sea
ALWAYS
Until we dream of life and life becomes a dream

Did you know that true love asks for nothing
Her acceptance is the way we pay
Did you know that life has given love a guarantee
To last through forever and another day

Just as time knew to move on since the beginning
And the seasons know exactly when to change
Just as kindness knows no shame
Know through all your joy and pain
That I'll be loving you always...

As today I know I'm living but tomorrow
Could make me the past but that I mustn't fear
For I'll know deep in my mind
The love of me I've left behind
Cause I'll be loving you always..."

I don't know Stevie, everything can change!
Check this out.
The best thing about Stevie's song page
is that he's typed the lyrics himself.
This is a guess based on all the wunderfull misspells.
Wordsmiths weaving realities into being
through oums and thoughts.
We wonder what will become of our world?

SHE, the beautiful stranger I didn't have sex with.
SHE, the war that pours hot oil onto my skin.
SHE, the end that I need to begin.
She rides with the wind and falls with the rain.
She is like the love that knocks you over again, and again...

2003-03-10T21:31:00.000-08:00

Sweeping up the site is like packing up boxes.
One ends up spending the chunk of time
staring into pictures~ remembering...reflecting....
reading those old love letters again.
The whole "she" thing is painfully obvious in my blogging.
Let's touch on that.
Constructive critism can take practise.
I stumbled upon the "he" "she" thing while mixing
in the recording studio. I find it to be a super effective way
to communicate with musicians about themselves.
For a friendly example, one can say to the singer,
" Let's fire that off-tune bitch, SHE'S way out of pitch."
Eliminating youism's have a unique way of taming the ego.
The she in you.
Often I refer to myself as SHE too.
As for the other she's in my life, well,
that's for HER to know and THEM to find out.
She's all over the place. I see her face in everything.
She's five hundred miles away. She's near, she's far.
She's a living legend inside her own mind
She falls onto the strings of my guitar...
She is mother, lover, friend
she has no beginning nor end~
Out of what dream will love call?

Too much and not enough.
It's a large order that'll cost ya'.
But every bite will be worth it!
"They" say you just know.
So, what does she know?

Love knows your name.
Like the mystery called SHE
love holds reign on the multiverse.
Send your prayers out for peace monkies~
'Cuz this 'aint no dress rehearsal!

2003-03-08T21:42:00.000-08:00

Smoke another one Camillia & check yer' head.
What's with the snow people?
Is it just me or has Harp taken over our weather?
She asks me, " When are you going to
start to care more for yourself-
now or later?"
I go to cherrybum for a smart fx instead.
God, women have an amazing effect on me.

2003-03-07T08:18:00.000-08:00

I am up all night pulling a madmilli.
Slowly revising connections in netland.
How's cyberspace fellow mugwamp monkey?
At Louw's Bloodmusica studio typing as quiet as a mouse.
Today MCM releases 'Dirty Thoughts'.
There's talk in the air of promoting this lo-fi cd off the drive.
I am currently being blown away by my fellow drivers,
and all the funky homegrown cd's.
Musically doing it for me these hazy daze iz:
Jacob Cino and The Be Good Tanya's...
I am up to my heels in local albums.
There is so much music to listen to!
I must apolgize for my temporary musical insanity.
I don't know what I was thinking when I put down
Stevie Nicks as the Queen of Rock.
DUH! Janis Joplin.
The other huge oversight was crowning Jethro Tull
the Kings of Folk, but in the same breath~
not mentioning Bob Dylan.
Now that the truth is known this site can live on...
So please stop sending me "hate" mail.
On the other side of the coin
it seems I am a "pussycatdoll".
I'll explain later.
For now Blessed be.
Peace & Chaos~ out

2003-02-24T22:07:00.000-08:00

This house has quiet rooms. Ray says it's haunted.
Tales of passion that stain the walls.
Thomas thinks it's haunted too!
They aren't the only two who do...
I don't know. Aren't they all?
It's hard to concentrate with "Z" faking orgasms.
It's the final countdown for the cd release of 'Dirty Thoughts'.
MUCH thanks out to the many kats who contributed trax
and WHATEVER else. We rock.
Climbing the limbs of the limbo tree~
she eats the sweetest honeybee...
In between places makes it difficult to manage "sites"
STARRSUCKA iz screaming for updates
and facelifts, but will have to live with a leak and a paragraph.
Such threads sew the second hand pants back together.
Queen Dee and the pope welcome their baby-son Avery
into our world.
MAMAGUROOVE has joined the net.
Please check them out. I've had the pleasure of working with these funky monkies
on their new album 'Fruit of the Groove'.
With calls on hold and life in boxes~
she calls me up to say, "Hi......"

2003-02-18T20:29:00.000-08:00

RANT, RANT, RANT!
Talk about ranter.
Rollin around in the rat shit.
It's true, I ate my nemesis.
The old house swallowed me whole.
We are all sooo full of it.
A pat on the back for making it down to the gallery.
Echo'z of war...
Art that persists like awakening the identity.
Old fires that need rekindling.
Suspician hogging up the noisy rooms.
In the silence of the oum--
in between breaths...one last nights rest
as I know not where to go...
I ride life like the wave that builds and flows
keeping steady on my toes.
Love makes me bold as stories unfold.
I want to run away from it but my heart will not allow it.
Like life incognito I don't recognize deaths face,
even though it has led me to this place--
standing right next to her.
My hands still tremble and heart still pounds~
but as the last plane flies out I know she'll be on it.
Here's looking at you kid.

2003-02-15T07:45:00.000-08:00

Saint.Valentine aims loves arrow with drunken eye--
funny thing happened--that arrow circled 'round
but passed me by. The keen eye wore a stye,
guess I wasn't keeping it clean enough inside...

MONKIES talk, and monkies walk~
skimming off the top seems a popular theme.
Looping bitch screaming at you through door
is the latest UNDERGROUND #1 hit.
She's a bitch, BIG butt, I still love her.
The bad.Lt laughs in the background
as destinies claws creep into the skin.
Where to begin?
How about at the end; you made a list of the things
you "lost" and want replaced, well huny, here's mine:
To start off with number one, a fuckin' friend!
2. My little sista's ghettoblaster
3. Half of the duck's billz baby
4. Cost for COMPLETE clean-up of our garbage past!
( this includes fine hairs in the carpet, down to the rat-shit papa)
5. All the Skinny SKIMMin' off the top, wee buddies of the crop~
6. take your criticisms and shove it up your ass!
We both know whose work paid rent,bills & small time fun
for the starvin' duration of your stay at the run-down sanctuary.
We both also know how much EX-peerImental green
your grande efforts produced Tony.
So as you walk away thinkin I owe you,
or you did me sum kind of favor--
I want to remind you~
"Don't forget to take your dog"
-one of the best things about you!
and--
according to my new digital scale~
the scales of JUSTICE have made their measure.
You are left owing, as am I.
You are no better nor worse--
just a sneakier skimmer-scammer-
teach me one oh great and wise one.
Gotcha girlfriend fool'd.
I drooled at the way your picture-perfect story
took it's toll. What do I much care?
i am like rock or roll--i roll with it baby~
look forward to our face to face,
especially now that logic and MATH have taken their place
into my life...as they should yours (think about it)
back trace~
enough about you let's talk about my valentine~
oh, NEVERMIND!
I have to find a way to get the message over to her NOW!
Wishin love as new and old lovers come together!
Pun definately intended. If you don't,
it just takes a bit of practise and COMMUNICATION.
Courtship you may ask?
Well, a kiss~ to remember...

I miss my sister, Rachel. She's the bomb--
and I'm really, very, sooo hungry!
Sure time to eat free range aborted chickens,
pig, potato, oranges
and coffee and/or wine~
Here's to the day of love.
I will cum bach soon, amen-
for NOW, let me eat.

2003-01-21T19:42:00.000-08:00

Hangin' with a cold right now.
The festivities punch has hit good.
Tonight's session was spent enjoying
the learning experiences that technical
difficulties demand...
So kiddies,
tis to be so short and so sweet~
the words will meet a quick
and merciful end, here's out to ya' all~

2003-01-02T23:42:00.000-08:00

Pleased to say that 'My First Demo'
officially is being heard, trashed & absorbed
by over 50 monkey listening viewers.
Thank you all sooo much for your continued support.
I don't have a day job to quit, but hey,
who thought hustling was going to be so much fun?
A concerned friend wondered why
there name wasn't included in the c.d credits.
Response: The three secret trax were included
after the album cover was sent to the printers.
The first fifty will be like a special limited edition.
The cover now includes the names
of Cosmic Charlie & sweet Raine(bow)...
I will be purring, hissing & meowing along with
the other kittens at catcall.
Cafe Doo-so-lay, last Thursday of every month.
Come and check the cats on commercial.
I am currently experiencing a wee writers block
for mamamisterbeyoutoofulls transformation into
video script form.
Technicalities whisper their sweet need.
The gemini juggles.
Organized and tamed KHAOS~
like her hair everywhere...
Where art thou sweetest of ass-kickers?
Somewhere my soulite sista' iz bootin' up to kick ya'--
~love's in the air~
hmm, refreshing-
time to get out of priestess mode
and give in to the courtship of love like lust.

2002-12-18T20:22:00.000-08:00

Aah~livin' the wakin' dream...
I see it everywhere.
Now's the time to share and bare
our heart of hearts upon our sleeves...
as we celebrate and grieve these strange days
we've conjoured into being.
As our strangest dreams come true...
Us cats seeing the moments through--
East end echoes:
Tales of Sarah Shankhini & Nelly Furtado
fusing musical waves are in the air.
In true C.R fashion, the video shoot for 'Wonder'
was shot on the drive and now lives somewhere
in Micheal Louw's retarded multimedia hard-drive.
In cohoots with the One Way Ticket production team,
many of us commercial drivers are manifesting
ROCK videos it seems.
Internet kills the video star.
(Laughing out loud)
Hmm, let's all oum at 4:30,
ten minutes after our 4:20's...
C'mon cats, it's time to GET REAL mutha's.
God forbid that war knocks on every humble door~
well kiddies, can you hear it tapping?
It 'aint no nicky-nicky nine door.
Now's the time to enjoy.
Wake up and don't buy starfuckers coffee anymore.
Time your morning number two before your shower.
Say no to tree-ass wiping.
Water is way more effecient in it's cleaning power.
Dreams of water with~
Sweet Bhima has returned to the East coast motherland.
As many of us join our families for the season holidays,
I toss and turn, undecided as to how to celebrate the solstice.
My actions have created a space between I and my family.
Granny didn't say, "I love you" the last time I rang a call.
Haven't said thanks to my sista' for the package at all.
It's you who has to catch your own fall.
Tinman and I are building a wall between us.
Mama chan quiet, mama chan bell...
You make your own heaven and you make your own hell.
Just as well,
Papa son offers a ride back home.
Will I ride or stay home alone?
No fish with star this X-mass.
One year has sinced passed...
my, how stories fly fast-
SO good to hear kid inc iz getttin' sum luvin' at long last!
Destiny leads to a funky monkeys ass.
Check out Les's love story.
Speaking of which, (funkyass love stories that is)
sista' shimi is Aunty Claire again.
Blessings out to mamashara and papaseth,
and their new-born baby girl.
Than there are all of our musical "children".
Seems like everyone and their dogs baby has a c.d these days.
Go check out Kinnie Starr's new website.
I haven't figured out how to frig'n listen to her latest
audio samples from 'Sun Again'.
So, if ya' figure it out please let me know.
Currently recording Taunya Gaum;
Fellow singer/songwriter ghurl on guitar.
We all will be able to scoop it up in the new year coming up.
Musical forefronts as circles gather.
Here's to interweaving our dreams together.
Here's to me gettin' off (pun intended) the computer,
and onto the phone to ring up some folks.
Meanwhile in between tolks
I'm wishin' for sum kissin'~
and sending out blessings to you netsurfers
who rode the wave here~
peace, love and chaos to ya's!
signing out monkies...

post script: called granny back up, this time she said,
"I love you."
I love you too grandma.

2002-11-26T00:03:00.000-08:00

Hi Milli. It's Les. Hacked your blog ... testing to see if this thing still works. Remove this once you get back in so I'll know that your problem is fixed. I miss you, kid.

No removing, let's add it up. Sum cat took over this backwater site temporarily, and Les (my mang) helped out with matters.
I've been unplugged for a long duration, and enjoying
commercial drives chapters as of late.
Today we shot C.R Avery's muzik video live on the drive with Micheal Louw, Don, Nick, Ajja & co.
Rock n' Roll!
Very inspiring, especially as we will be shooting a video for
Mama Mister Beyoutoofull soon.
"My First Demo" has been warmly wellcumm'd
into the ears of the eastend.
I want to thank ya' fellow kats for the support, encouragement and blah,blah,blah...
I am hittin' CATCALLS the last Thursday of every month at
Cafe deux Soleil.
I encourage all you funky mama monkies 2 cum out and join in.
Catcall iz the open-mic night for us ghurls.
And you sexy bro's come out and accompany and
appreciate us fine ladies now.
One of my closest friends, Star, speaking of fine ladies-
(she's my friend Luna's cat), is missing in action.
I am hoping for her safe return~
this alone iz a massive reality effective. Star is the shit.
Prayers for our sweet sista' cat, Star. I miss you.
Speaking of cats, I'm in heat.
At this point in time my personal life is too personal to post,
sooo~ sweet dreams & safe journies to ya's.
Enjoy.

2002-10-22T04:20:00.000-07:00

4:20, light 'em up.

2002-10-21T01:52:00.000-07:00

TRUTH
That bitch is going to kick my skinny ass 'cuz we both know I deserve it. Her reality blade rips open old wounds.There 'aint no jivin' the queen honeybees hive.
No thief can steal her heart with words. Her sword sheilds protection from my poison. I bit her, but my venom parallysed her only temporarily. I tripped on her curtails--
But that bumbobee's honey is the royal jelly; the kind of honey you'd steal from an average bear. Caught in a venus flytrap, words swallow me up. She's a tasty cup.
I better stand up and see what's exactly there. Words cast away like spells, and love that will always tell a wanderer their way home. Latenights, they are alone~
they're guessin' what the others expressin'--such interestin' clones. That fucking bitch leaves me tied-up while she undresses and second-guesses my motives~
Her truth addresses my questions, as if she could know them. With no points to score the sport becomes a bore. I am a wordless and rhymeless whore, who keeps coming back for more. I am a fly trapped in her web. Little did I know she could see inside my head. Here I am in her web left for dead. I am hungry for her bite.
Starving day and night. When she gets through with me, my insides will be sucked dry. A tasty little morsel whose fate is to hang here and die. A kamikaze flight
right into the center of attention. Calling for introspection. I escape inside of her mouth, and her belly becomes my new house. Wiggling & tingling, all warm inside of her.

2002-10-19T04:10:00.000-07:00

Daze are stranger than eye have ever seen.
War wranglers invading your dreams!
Outside of your insides~
escaped prisoners running for freedom....
Locked in their caged minds-
the boys in blue catch 'em and read 'em
their rights, which were violated.
they tried to fight but were annihilated.
Every village, town and city
unrest stirred amongst the people.
Suspician grew towards
the "preechers" on their "steeples".
Thoughts raced against time.
Thoughts thought to be crimes.
Thoughts you forgot that you find.
Thoughts that rhyme.
City dwellers who stray from the beaten path~
discover free-power, and build a foundation that lasts.
Moving matter with sound.
Energy bound--all beings together
will oum oums that go on forever
At the strike of midnight the stars shall fall-
down will come illumination,
and all of the walls.
Free Power
OUM
Prisoners

2002-10-16T08:29:00.000-07:00

HEART POUNDERS
Attention cats! This next link is a MUST see, & a MUST hear.
SajjadAli will blow you away. I was seriously moved.
Get through the slow intro to a truly revolutionary piece~
check out ajja now
Happy Halloween!
Take a peek at one of my biggest fears!
(If you can)

2002-10-16T05:10:00.000-07:00

FREE LOVE
"If you love somebody set them free"
and for the truly playful,
If you love somebody, Set her free ...
If she comes back, and if you love her still, set her free again...
I move through the moments with loves deliberation.
She will share her body, mind and soul with her chosen one.
She is just out of reach.
I stretch like a cat, and hide like the mouse.
I have strayed from the pack.
Alone in this old house.
And she is warm in the arms of her lover,
as I find a way out of the maze.
Soul sister with her soul brother,
and I in a fantasy's cage.
I set myself free...

2002-10-16T04:52:00.000-07:00

WAR
Not that they need it, but the United States wants
your support and approval to continue their war on terrorism.
The military has the hardest war-on,
and keep wishing the backlash
of feelings and opinions would cease.
As soon as you all take more drugs,
watch a bit more boobie, and shut the fuck up
than the rest of us here can, knowingly or
unbeknownst to them, begin our new world order.
I am most fascinated by George W. Bush, former president,
ex-director of the C.I.A, and oil mongre.
I'm going to go out on a limb
and guess that Georges favorite numbers are 33.3
Political circles are as incestuous as musicians.
This person is connected to that person, some singer
did the bassist, who did the pianist, who did the groupie
that did that drummer who slept with the whole band.
It's no secret that Sadam Hussein was on the C.I.A payroll,
along with Bin laden. We all use eachother to further our own
on the table and secret agenda's.
The monkies in power have invested interests
in oil & central intelligence.
To what extent will the U.S.A go to protect their agendas?
Please God, less America!
Energy is power.
As much as I'd love to believe that alternative energies
could make a dint on fossil fuels, as it stands,
oil and war make the world go around,
not "god", money or music.
Leaving a trail of oil blood
smeared across countries and borders,
I ask myself, " What will it take to stop the beast?"
Revolution, rebellion, an act of "God",
the marriage of science and wisdom?
Too many questions and not enough answers.
Question of the century,
Was there foreknowledge, at worse sinister participation,
on the C.I.A's behalf in regards to the attacks made on
September 11, 2002?
While on the FAA radar four planes are hijacked
between 7:45 and 8:10. At 8:45 American Airlines filght 11
crashes into the World trade centre. At 9:03 United Flight 175
crashes into what remains. Where are the airforce interceptors?
Why isn't the cheif commander notifed until 9:05?
These tragic events are unprecendent.
Amongst all of it's complexities,
the gruesome events that took place
that ourstorical day legitimizes the U.S's
"pre-existing foreign policy agenda,
to establish and consolidate repressive measures domestically
and silence dissent."
As much worldwide resistance there is towards
the neoliberal agenda, their reality effective is undeniable.
" The enormity of this subversion is nearly incomprehensible-
as is the failure of American people to protest
the criminal abrogation of the United States constitution. "
-Colonel Archibold Roberts.
What of Pearl Harbor?
Roosevelts most pressing problem was how to overcome
the American opposition to involvement in the war.
Admiral Kimmel's fleet was not protecting the harbor,
which one may safely assume,
that during times of war this would be a
standard pre-caution, outside of the fact that,
that was their duty.
The moment after the pearl bombing...
Americans found themselves standing in line to
nuke the japanese.

2002-10-03T00:50:00.000-07:00

THE REAL THING
Life continues to unfold into puzzles of chaos.
When it rains, it storms.
Millions and trillions of falling beats... the mice scurry,
and my thoughts hurry as not to lose them. What's next?
Please let it be sex, or a decent nights rest.
This smile on my face is riddled with confusion.
It slants to the one side.This smile disguises the fact that inside
I am like a barren bone decorated with a hide.
War rings out to the world. My problems are small,
like they matter at all. I wear this smile
in the spirit of celebration and all our relations...
I swallow up the ugly frown/ drop it off at the edge of town/
scope it out and look 'em up & down/
kick it's ass right out of the sound!
Enough of that gabble-babble tic-toc.
I'll talk to ya' all like regular monkies.
The cold teeth of winter bites harder into the poor.
Be thankful for power, gas and electricity.
Be thankful to be warm. Especially if it's in the arms of another. Be thankful that you get to fork over
more of your money to the man. Be thankful you haven't
gone out and killed somebody,
and that you amounted to more than that piece of shit
somebody once tried convincing you, you were.
Be thankful you'd rather be a bum before you'd be a whore.
Be thankful you're a hooker without herpes,
and not a rapist with rabies. Be thankful that you're a rapist
who broke your own heart, and can never rape again.
I don't know where this is going.
According to traditional rock stories, you've got to be
"down and out" before you "make it" big.
That makes good news out of all this bullshit then.
Technically, I should be selling my soul
to rock 'n roll anyday now.
Meanwhile, "an eastend collective" has been
conjouring up a music benefit show,
which will be the beginning seeds to what will later be manifested into a musical/arts resource centre.
Here's to the spirit!
Musically, life is exciting right now. Financially, my lifes a joke
with no punchline, yet! Mentally, I am a woven basket.
Physically, I reak of tobacco.
Spiritually, I am a fallen muzikal angel
who oums once a blue moon.
Sexually, I'm all wound up- with nowhere to let my cum go.
But hey, if you ask me how I'm doing, well, I'm fine!
How about you?
I sent out about a million e-mails
to a certain blonde babe lastnight,
and am going to end this post by quoting myself,
"Humour belongs in everything, especially sex,
that's why "god" made pussyfarts."

2002-09-29T18:48:00.000-07:00

FALL
Things aren't exactly what they seem.
Neither are the sentences. Click onto the
red-coloured words to see what I mean.
The incandenza kid has "fled" Vansterdamn. Safe journies Les.
This one is for you mango!
This one is for you "hunnies",yum!
Here's one for laughs.
As winter creeps slowly in~
summers cumback is a warm wellcum.
Here's to keeping warm.

2002-09-25T20:00:00.000-07:00

CHAPTERS
My last "serious" (laughing out loud) relationship
completed one moon cycle.
Before that, there was the three month, Friday night love affair.
The slow demise of the other monkies interest in me,
is largely due to my "imaginary" girlfriends.
Some may say, I have a taste for the "unattainable";
That I am a prisoner of the hunt.
Shall we go so far, and call them fatal attractions?
I find it tragically funny the way
a moth will persist on flying into the fire,
because of it's dedicated distance between it and the "sun".
One fact remains, I am not an easy person to be in love with.
My heart goes out to the sucka' who ends up doing it.
For starters, I average two nights up,
and on the third night sleep & dream.
I am obsessed with muzik, and have yet,
to let any women or man
come between me and my guitar!
Really, my list of incompatibility traits is rather impressive.
Not only am I a chronic pothead, but I also smoke tobacco.
Many have found me bold in the game called love, while others may have
experienced more of a hide 'n seek game.
My taste for oddities and the strange
has been a bit much for some people to sink their teeth into.
Whereas, I have come to accept that the unbeaten path
usually leads me to the sights of my curiousities~
When I'm not playing music, or practising my martial art,
FUNK-FU
you can find me on commercial drive, with the kid,
checkin' out the babes...
chillin' with mike hunt, or listening to M.O's latest mix.
Anymonkey who wants to do the run with me will also be
putting up with the fact that I'm a social hermit.
Getting me out to go to a movie is about as easy as
getting a kiss from the American government
before they fuck you up the ass!
On the other hand, getting me to record a song with you
is as easy as
"americans" fucking little brown peoples countries up the ass.
Love is as easy, or as hard as we make it out to be.
War sucks...
still, somewhere out there~
there's a "monkey" for me.
Together we will grow old.
as thriving, gorgeous mutants~
who possibly flee to the underground or mountains.
Living outside the great cities walls with kindred spirit.
Pioneers of free power and "free" people.
Feasting on love...food,MUZIK and eachother.

2002-09-20T11:21:00.000-07:00

MORNIN' THOUGHTS
This morning started off with a java, fatty, poo.
I've heard it said before, that life is like shitting.
Well, I love shitting,
and I love life!
Lately, I have had a difficult time focussing.
I have two things, make that three things on my mind.
Actually, make that four things!
The more you are consumed by a thought,
the more it appears,
and so on, and so on...
until that's all you can see everywhere!

2002-09-18T00:32:00.000-07:00

MONKEY JUNKY
How come every time I login, I'm a user?
It's true! I'm a junkie.
I use & abuse. Please, come use me...
My sincere, advance apologies out to the user
who is hearing impaired, as well,
to those "uzers" who operate a "retard" of a computer.
~If you like eye-candy, kid inc.
is the place to check out.
The majority of kid's LINKS are visually orientated. Enjoy!

2002-09-16T08:33:00.000-07:00

BABE FIX
Let it be known, I'm a shallow sexpot
who's pushin' babe surfin'.~
We'll begin our babe journey with the familiar faces
and proceed to beat the unbeaten paths...for starters,
I have a thing for bone structure. Observe one of the finest skulls in hollywood~
We call this breeding material!
Can you say blonde? Can you say fun?
This man has more style in his ass than I do in my entire body.
Here's looking at you kid.
What is it about this one? It must be the leather jacket.
Northern Exposure's Ed.
I've got to agree with Wayne & Garth,
when it comes to aged wine-
some brands make ya' Shwing!
There are babes, and than there are BABES!
Exhibitionists don't usually do it for me, but,
there are always exceptions to the rules.
Here's one.
Let's not forget the king of babes.
Am I the only one, besides Luna, who see's a resemblance
between the king, and another certain local star?
While in the neighborhood, check out a man
who knows how to use his lips-
Vancouver's beat-boxing babe.
Then there are the strange attractions,
the ones that you may never understand...
This would be a good example of that: Superstar!
Another example.
What can I say?
It doesn't get much better than this.
Said to be the most beautiful woman in the world.
However, taking the trophy, our french, chanel no.5,
can you say goddess?
was almost sixty years old when this photo was taken.

What BABE wood u like 2 B included?
Give 'em to me by clik'n on2 sweetsongs...

2002-09-14T20:43:00.000-07:00

NEWZ
Stay tuned for audio files cumming in October.
Songs will include:
Clairification
&
Mamamisterbeyoutoofull.

2002-09-13T05:48:00.000-07:00

MILLI MISCEALLANEOUS
In the eye of my I. The best things in life and death are:
The people, the ones you eat, and the ones you don't.
Some human people eat pig people
others, well, we like our love juice to taste more like THIS.
The sounds of all great mysteries~
As we listen our way home to the oum.
HOME
The finest in the line of life that make milli go hmm...
FOOD that looks like YANNI
Rock 'n Roll
being reality effective
They say that laughter is the best medicine.
I don't laugh enough.
I know a comedian that's made me cry before.
click here to laugh & cry
Women are my main musical muses. Here's a picture of me checkin' out
one of the most beautiful girls in the world!

Sweet dreams
~Camillia

2002-09-12T02:44:00.000-07:00

FEATURED GUEST
Drummin' up the local vibes along with my cohort, kid inc.
Can anymonkey guess who my first featured guest will be?
Kinnie Starr
To anyone who knows me this comes as no suprise.
To anyone who doesn't know me, or hasn't heard Kinnie's music-
you're in for a treat- Starr is the CHUNK-hoppin' lady elvis!
A decent review which captures the jist of her 'Tune-Up' album gives you an idea of what's in store.
check review
Looking forward to the release of her new album, Sun Again.
For movie goers check out Down and Out with the Dolls featuring Kinnie as reggie.
Check inside the Dollhouse
Any time Much Music plays a video, those artists are paid.
Support your fellow artist by visiting Starr's website
and request her video, 'nearer'
see Nearer video here
Check out the tunes while you're there.
To experience a small taste of the intimate and interactive, check out:
live net interview with Kinnie Starr
For those cats who care to venture
close to the heart of sista' starr visit:
baby of a whiteman
End the trip with a talk-rap
about funky brothers by clicking onto:
"Kinnie:exclusive performance"

MUZIK IS THE BESTand without YOUR continued support,
starrs like Kinnie Starr could still be working at the
Cafe deux Soleil, and not on the stage
ripping it completely out of it's skin.
So check it out ya' all!
sincerely, starrsucka'

2002-09-09T07:19:00.000-07:00

PERSONAL
~a slave to the page. your own biggest fan.
from the basement to the stage- the muzik in demand.

' My First Demo' / indie-c.d currently lives in
post-production mode.

Butterflies turn my stomach knowing soon
that some of you will be taking
yet a closer peak at me vicariously through the tunes.
SHARING.

~meanwhile on the backwater website travels
i've stumbled onto the pages
of one of my favorite writers, Robert Anton Wilson, a.k.a R.A.W
for the strangely adventurous at heart, check out R.A. Wilson

...as for the truly adventurous, live like it's the first and last!

2002-09-03T23:27:00.000-07:00

"MUZIK IS THE BEST!"- F.Z