instant-o-lyrics

so dear to me
are these moments
of resounding affection
of comforting pleasure

the spur of the moment
contains all decisions
and possible outcomes
results unimagined

a conglomerate distilling
into the quintessence of joy

myself transcending
accumulating other selves
asleep, but arms waving
while my eyes are still closed

longing to end the strife
and assume the lasting,
the last living peace

waking up

everyone's a critic

from my time working in and generally perusing various online zines I've learned to really appreciate the qualities of web publishing. humorous, intelligent, and rhetorically talented writers no longer have space restrictions to worry about, and if only the ads market (or some other means of compensating) would heat up again, there would be a continual evolution going on favoring the best writers and the best sites.

drawing from a vastly larger pool than the often closed-circuit circles of writers in the old media culture press (be it national or international), the web is truly simultaneously a democratic soapbox and competition-inducing battleground for prospective creative minds.

I like reading long, in-depth, highly subjective and thought provoking features. previously I have recommended The War Against Silence for this, now I feel it's time to embrace another zine. the metal editor of AudioGalaxy got me onto Last Plane To Jakarta. as far as I can tell it's by and large a one-man show, but a man who genuinely prides himself of having coined the term "murffmurffcore" for a certain genre of metalpunk has something to tell us all.

sheesh, I wish I had the resources to open yet another column-based review zine. how fun it would have been. you listening to me, Korova? =)

dear doctor, I think I want to buy a punk rock album.

cuz I can't get this f#&!ng song out of my head.

=)

gossip corner: Maniac's got himself a new girlfriend... dunno if he went to the Pistepirkko gig with

Ole called, he's coming home to me in less than half an hour.

need to sort a few things out here first, though. wanna leave now, but can't. obligations and duties, eh? who would have thought...

ROTFLMGDAO!!

opened the package ten minutes ago, still haven't stopped laughihihing. along with a nice promo poster for the Twisted Forever album (which I didn't receive, only two 3-track-radio-samplers), the kind people in NYC had been nice enough to include a spiffy black pair of panties proudly sporting the TS logo in pink on a strategic spot.

I think I'll have to give it away.

so, girls, anybody want the fashion accessory of the year? size S/M (naturally), 100% cotton, etc. preferrably domestic inquiries only.

sorry, I think I started it in the wrong key

like a rock, like a planet,
like a fucking atom bomb,
I'll remain unperturbed by the joy and the madness
that I encounter everywhere I turn,
I've seen it all before,
in books and magazines,
like a twitch before dying,
like a pornographic sea,
there's a flower behind the window,
there's an ugly laughing man,
like a hummingbird in silence,
like the blood on my door,
it's the generator

oh yeah, oh yeah, like the blood on my door,
wash me clean and I will run until I reach the shore,
I've known it all along like the bone under my skin,
like actors in a photograph,
like paper in the wind,
there's a hammer by the window,
there's a knife on the floor,
like turbines in darkness,
like the blood on my door,
it's the generator

-- Greg Graffin. Generator