http://www.greenshoelace.com/gsl-music-box/2009/10/20/dim-mak-presents-cloak-and-dagger-santos-party-house-new-york-october-8-2009/
hooray! my first review's been posted on GreenShoelace.com!
20 October 2009
12 October 2009
almost midnight.
Songs for the Arctic [music download]:
www.asdfmakes.com/projects/08--songs-for-the-arctic-ocean
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yesterday was the underground night of violence. 6 billion people gathered to slaughter for ultimate genocide. This violence began in new zealand and now, i am the only one left standing here in new york.
30 November 2009
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i had a dream i was in one of the Dust Bowl's sandstorms during the 1930s.
i also had a dream i found my dream place to live
though, i don't know where exactly it is.
it had beautiful skies and sunsets.
the streets were cracked but we still had picnics on it.
a little girl gave me her handmade jewelry.
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i got into a tiff with the lunch lady today
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www.asdfmakes.com/projects/08--songs-for-the-arctic-ocean
--------------------------
yesterday was the underground night of violence. 6 billion people gathered to slaughter for ultimate genocide. This violence began in new zealand and now, i am the only one left standing here in new york.
30 November 2009
---------------------------
i had a dream i was in one of the Dust Bowl's sandstorms during the 1930s.
i also had a dream i found my dream place to live
though, i don't know where exactly it is.
it had beautiful skies and sunsets.
the streets were cracked but we still had picnics on it.
a little girl gave me her handmade jewelry.
---------------------------
i got into a tiff with the lunch lady today
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06 October 2009
01 October 2009
"tidily-dum"
tidily-dum what has this life become
those scary plastic clown masks are starting to cave in on me
the trees are curling and turning their backs
my body swivels and swerves, my brain shakes and glows
i've lost my grip
the stars are falling
razor piercings cut my skin
and the blood slowly trickles
"warm and endearing," with the comfort in fearing.
even from above-
the raging field still radiates
the scent of polished gold
and the smile-plastered mannequins
starve for empty thoughts
i rewound myself
back down enlightenment road
before the narrow spiral...
...i lay in a cave and dream my life away
those scary plastic clown masks are starting to cave in on me
the trees are curling and turning their backs
my body swivels and swerves, my brain shakes and glows
i've lost my grip
the stars are falling
razor piercings cut my skin
and the blood slowly trickles
"warm and endearing," with the comfort in fearing.
even from above-
the raging field still radiates
the scent of polished gold
and the smile-plastered mannequins
starve for empty thoughts
i rewound myself
back down enlightenment road
before the narrow spiral...
...i lay in a cave and dream my life away
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