Mind of Gonz
Keep Music Evil Festive Mix 2011
Merry Hexmas! Visions Of Load is our track for this year’s festive mix by Keep Music Evil forum.
Mother of 4 sentenced to 12 years in prison for selling $31 worth of marijuana, without any prior criminal record
I have no fucking words. Fuck everyone who allowed this to happen. Bunch of conscienceless trash.
THE BEST METAL ALBUMS OF 2011, AS CHOSEN BY METAL MUSICIANS THEMSELVES — PART IX
FEATURING MEMBERS OF GWAR, DARKEST HOUR, REVOCATION, INTRONAUT, ABYSMAL DAWN, BRUTAL TRUTH, THE ATLAS MOTH, AND IKILLYA
- Metal Sucks
(via professoroates)
I am going to post a bunch of really sad, dramatic and overly wrought shit because seeing it next to my tumblr avatar is fucking hysterical.
She Smiled Sweetly
I have nothing, I am nothing. Is this death?
A world filled with shadows moving at the rim of my vision; a glimpse from time to time of the others, those that chatter and move to and fro like clockwork dolls. Shadows black and brown, white and grey, drifting in and out, barely visible, felt in the vibrations of the air.
Today, Mick Jagger tells me about how She Smiled Sweetly. He tells his tale about how Her smile chases away the ponderous thoughts that haunt him each day. Her smile is a great beaming lighthouse for him to be guided by; the fog and darkness of whatever chases him, occupies him, can only be swatted away by her swinging Cheshire smile.
Brother Mick! I, too, feel the physical weight of thoughts, and once had the light of Her sun upon my shoulders. When the light went out and the cold Moon rose, the Shadows came to sit at the edge of my eyes. I want to chase them away, but my hands are gnawed too red to light a candle.
Truly, there is nothing in why or when. There’s no use in trying, I’m here. I’m begging again, and again, and again. My hands are out.
I see nothing, I hear nothing. Is this life?
Extremists of every color and strain tip the balance of the world, threatening an abyssal death for all in between. When will the second Battle of Tours happen? When will we see street crews of neo-Nazis and Christian fascists cracking skulls of all brown peoples of Europe? When will the Islamists relent on their attacks on Buddhists in Thailand? When will the grip of religious fervor be loosened?
Suffering and bloodshed under the warm embrace of religious cloth has long plagued us, and a new age of holy wars is upon us. The jihadists claim no quarter; the neoliberals and fascists say that they have given too much. The innocent seculars and passive christians, jews, buddhists and islamists will pay for the clash between extremists of their creeds; zionists, jihadists, hatemongering white supremacists. Culture wars are upon us under the banner of religious purity.
May all your idols weep blood enough to flood the streets of the cities, and may your hypocrisies drown in a sea of reason. Your only life preserver is the lost memory that humanity is a brotherhood, and the totems you sit at the feet of are made of wood, not magic.
The 21st century is an interesting age. Our plasticine America is now a nation of robber barons wont to stomp all over the rights of those not fortunate enough to either be born into money or too moral to stab everyone they meet in the belly. The rich and crazy are given more money and freedoms by the politicos that the poor joe schmoes elect. To be right and sane in this country requires an annual income of no less than $250k. Poverty will soon be outlawed, and the justice system will no doubt lump penalties of prison on top of the existing pain and embarrassment of going weeks eating only peanut butter, or sitting pitifully on the street, holding your teeth in your hands as the world slides by. In this country, we value only one thing; the game and its winners.
All men are pigs, we are taught, and should be stuck the same way. To the winners of the sticking game we award crowns, freedom, money, and the losers and the meek get stomped down, stapled to driftwood and tossed into the ocean, to fester and be picked at by gulls. Pigs know that to be filth is to be compassionate. After all, the stains of compassion, empathy and pity on the soul of a murderous thief are far harder to get out than the blood stains on their wingtips and three pieces. It is far more convenient to let the system do the stomping, and avoid the internal staining altogether by deriding the losers as far less than human. Or worse yet, deny their existence altogether.
I crawl into adulthood an impoverished, carless, nearly lifeless shell of what I was a few years ago. I have lost nearly all my possessions, have no income and am now in the very lowest of tax brackets. I am a student, and yet this country still has no mercy. Filth deserves nothing better than to starve, and the only clean color is green. Day by day, I grudgingly change my compassionate ways out of sheer survival impulse. The man said “fuck or be fucked;” an adage as true as any other, but one that is hard to swallow. Another man said “in a nation of swine, all pigs are upward-mobile.” Well, in a nation of pigs, all men eventually end up smelling like bacon. Or shit.
An Ode To Lola
An innocent night
Virginity robbed by shattered glass
She got her shit pushed in
And now I’ll begin
To pick up the pieces.
A quiet night
Silence tarnished by the marriage of metal
She got knocked out
And I have doubts
I’ll find another like her.
When your thoughts slow to a crawl, and all that comes out of your mouth is tar
When I bleed black
I start to think back
To when I was just a bit
Faster
When I see that
All my plans went bust
I move my tongue
…my teeth have turned to dust
they took our yogurt
With no warning one weekday morning, investigators entered an organic grocery with a search warrant and ordered the hemp-clad workers to put down their buckets of mashed coconut cream and to step away from the nuts.
Then, guns drawn, four officers fanned out across Rawesome Foods in Venice. Skirting past the arugula and peering under crates of zucchini, they found the raid’s target inside a walk-in refrigerator: unmarked jugs of raw milk.
“I still can’t believe they took our yogurt,” said Rawesome volunteer Sea J. Jones, a few days after the raid. “There’s a medical marijuana shop a couple miles away, and they’re raiding us because we’re selling raw dairy products?”