from The Fountainhead

It is not in the nature of man--nor of any living entity--to start out by giving up, by spitting in one's own face and damning existence. Some give up at the first touch of pressure; some sell out; some run down by imperceptible degrees and lose their fire, never knowing when and how they lost it. Then all of these vanish in the vast swamp of their elders who tell them persistently that maturity consists of abandoning one's mind; security, of abandoning one's values; practicality, of losing self-esteem. Yet a few hold on and move on, knowing that the fire is not to be betrayed, learning how to give it shape, purpose and reality. But whatever their future, at the dawn of their lives, men seek a noble vision of man's nature and of life's potential.

-1968 Ayn Rand

just wanted to share


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follow me

to the ship beneath

the crab that turns blue is the color of the sky because of the seawaterdoesnt tastegoodbecauseit'sverysalty.

to the sky which is so vast

you feel so insignificantly small because you are so self-centered

aroundthe fact that youreabitchisa female dog.

to the next side which is so vague

where you have no clue because you shut your mind

blowing sensations, you are missingouton.

to nowhere is where i'm going.

there because i'm going.

we'reallgoing wedon'tknow.

*pic from jesse moynihan's graphic novel

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what i did

woke-up late
ate out
bum
hang
smoke
jam
watched a show with my siblings

pretty ordinary day but i exploded

these guys are awesome >>>>>>^


check 'em out http://www.myspace.com/whiteelephant72


try to keep up with The Jones


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elasto-seal

hang-overs from the sub-conscious
knocking at your door called reality
kept hidden, buried within.
they're seeping secrets that must not leak.
(only elasto-seal can fix)
a delicate process of disarming a ticking timebomb.
i won't be wrecklessly honest anymore.

suppress suppress suppress
only the ticking time can save me from this distress.

walk with the weight of your own demons.
no lung was made to last.
one deep intake of oxygen would barely
save us from lethally planting
our faces onto the ground.

you are your own steward.
go be stupid.
for you are your own steward.

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void

ignore.

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Yo no soy Español

i don't think i am who you think i am.



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inlove

It's like/You are/I
want: a sudden breath of fresh air.



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Asses and Butts

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Rodent Con Artistry

I am Me

and i will be me

you can not be me because you aren't me

You are You

and you will be you

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*picture of a lemming*

lemming

lem·ming [ lémming ] (plural lem·mings)

noun

Definition:

1. subarctic rodent: a rodent with a small thick furry body and furry feet that lives in subarctic regions. Lemmings are noted for their mass migrations in search of food during population explosions, which has given rise to the myth that they flock to the sea to drown themselves. Native to: Arctic and northern regions. Genus Lemmus, Dicrostonyx.

2. doomed conformist: a member of a large group of people who blindly follow one another on a course of action that will lead to destruction for all of them.

source: http://encarta.msn.com/dictionary_1861696135/lemming.html

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The Mars Volta - Cygnus...Vismund Cygnus

EXPERIENCE!

One of the best live performances I've ever seen on youtube.

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Phases

sober doesnt mean normal.

normal doesnt mean sober.

there is no straight life.

being awkward is a phase.

being happy is a phase.

being bad is a phase.

being a lemming is a phase

being a dad is a phase.

being a drunk is a phase.

being in love is a phase.

being a narc is a phase.

being sober is a phase.

"Normal" doesnt not exist.

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Something I Wrote for School

Miguel Hernandez

10775196

SONGWRI

REACTION PAPER

A View on Songwriting

Songwriting is as personal as a toothbrush. No one else should/could use it because it just feels naturally off. It’s yours and it is for you. I believe that song writing is a very personal act. They are unique ideas produced by the complex minds of people from diverse backgrounds (i.e. race, religion, friends, etc) and they come out in the form of well woven words and complementing melodies. OR. It comes out in a form of well woven melodies accompanied by complementing words. OR both of the above. I think the initial purpose for song writing is to express what you truly experience within yourself and what you see around you. Sharing it with others, I believe is optional. Songwriting is so powerful that it can change the world no matter how cliché it sounds. The Beatles, Michael Jackson, etc are proof that it is possible to change the way things are through the combination of tones, words and beats.

The videos we watched for class were pretty educational. They gave a lot of tips on how to add some flavor to our songs. The videos were rather instructional though which was rather annoying and helpful at the same time (70% annoying. 25% helpful 5% boring.). I believe that songwriting must be completely natural and free. A wise musician once said that education can paralyze your musical creativity. I agree and disagree with him at the same time.

The videos, on the other hand gave rather stern tips on how to add structure to your songs. But I guess they could be used as tools. When these “tools” are fused with raw honest music and lyrics, you could unlock new doors of creativity and VOILA!

Being knowledgeable about the “rules” in music is a bonus but I think the very essence of crafting a song is honesty, passion, exploration, hard work and love. I’m no pro in songwriting at all but I try.

This was just what my mongrel mind had to say.

The end.

two of the greatest songwriters of our era:

Left: The Dexterous Cedric Bixler-Zavala

Right: El Maestro Omar Rodriguez-Lopez

The Mars Volta

*the picture is owned by Ross Halfin

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Impulse

Impulse is that annoying door-to-door salesman.

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si BOY MGMT

si BOY MGMT

APRIL 6

Relentlessness cluelessness conviction passion stupidity silliness intellect maturity

(the cocktail ingredients of my brother's mind...not sure of

the rest of the ingredients though. that's just the vibe i pick up from him)

he might have a clue. or none at all. he woundnt give a fuck anyway.

Presenting the new member of The Wilderness:

*photo taken by luis-fucking-hernandez

What he lacks in experience in being in a band, he makes up with unrelenting passion, charisma and

ideas that would make you feel like you're holding a loaded .44 caliber on somebody's head.

again, he probably doesn't give a FUCK.

Welcome.

El desierto vendrá en usted quiere una tormenta que pondría usted con tranquilidad y en caos al mismo tiempo. es todo un asunto de tiempo. paciencia es una virtud.

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Wild International

i wish i woke up easy. when im in the brink of waking up, songs have been playing like broken records in my sub-consciousness and it sets me off like a damn alarm clock..random brain alarm clock i guess.

this song woke me up today. I think it should wake you up too.

Blood soaked earth that you call home

Close your eyes but don't sleep

We comin' like peoples army

For the people who can't eat

Who work with no sleep

For the child

With no shoes on their feet

A generation who flash heat

Who role up on the banks

For their cash see

You're the criminal?

You got the nerve to ask me

Tear mics till my voice get raspy

Faced flame for five centuries

And if LA were Baghdad we'd be Iraqi

With our straps in the backseat

Next to a general tied up

With shit in his khakis

Best leave my mic alone I'm full grown

And I'm off to the green zone

After dark my city's a fuse

After dark my city's a fuse

One day I say today we live as a lion

Blood soaked earth that you call home

I heard this cat got life in the pen

Crossing sand in the back of a truck bed

Twelve deep heard sirens and lights red

Was smacked on his dome with the club of

A white fed

No food no water no rights read

He came north to keep his seeds

And his wife fed

In the middle of the darkest night bled

Stepped to the law and said

You a minuteman wait a minute man

Talk like that might limit your life span

After dark my city's a fuse

One day I say today we live as a lion

And when our cubs grow

We'll show you what war is good for

"the future of sound?

or the sound of the future?"

-got that line from a banner behind RATM's controversial set on BBC.

THINK.

+++that's zack de la rocha(rage agaisnt the machine) + jon theodore (the mars volta..well before.) = great 2-piece combo. bet you guys knew that already though

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