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[Aug. 10th, 2007|04:01 am] |
don't fret livejournal, i still love your stupid ass.
got drunk toniught with good friendz.
fuckin FUNZO.
movin to halifax in 9 dayz.
word money.
i'm horney.
peace. |
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[Apr. 12th, 2007|10:13 am] |
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what are your new reasons? |
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[Mar. 20th, 2007|10:03 am] |
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dish of mold. |
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| heh |
[Feb. 28th, 2007|12:08 am] |
First I was afraid
I was petrified
Kept thinking I could never live
without you by my side
But I spent so many nights
thinking how you did me wrong
I grew strong
I learned how to carry on
and so you're back
from outer space
I just walked in to find you here
with that sad look upon your face
I should have changed my stupid lock
I should have made you leave your key
If I had known for just one second
you'd be back to bother me
Go on now go walk out the door
just turn around now
'cause you're not welcome anymore
weren't you the one who tried to hurt me with goodbye
you think I'd crumble
you think I'd lay down and die
Oh no, not I
I will survive
as long as i know how to love
I know I will stay alive
I've got all my life to live
I've got all my love to give
and I'll survive
I will survive
It took all the strength I had
not to fall apart
kept trying hard to mend
the pieces of my broken heart
and I spent oh so many nights
just feeling sorry for myself
I used to cry
Now I hold my head up high
and you see me
somebody new
I'm not that chained up little person
still in love with you
and so you felt like dropping in
and just expect me to be free
now I'm saving all my loving
for someone who's loving me |
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[Feb. 20th, 2007|11:14 am] |
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werd |
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[Jan. 21st, 2007|03:23 am] |
aww man |
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| NEW ACE TRIGONOMETRY ALBUM |
[Jan. 17th, 2007|09:16 am] |
AVAILABLE THROUGH THE END OF THE WORLD RECORDS WEBSITE
www.swamilive.com
or
Through me!
Put your $10 up and get the vov love. Shit's the radness.
Here's some reviews from our test listeners...
"Wow man, that new Ace Trigonometry album helped me get my sled dogs back, you ever ride in a sled?"
-Satisfied Iniut Listener
"Pulp Fiction is one of my favorite movies ever. Oh, and that new Ace Trigonometry album is ok."
-Anonymous hitman
"What's it called FOODMONEY for?"
-someone whose question wasn't answered
"Ace Trigonometry is the shit!"
-Ace Trigonometry
"ET is a better movie when you're stoned with you're buddies and listening to the new Ace Trigonometry album, and not really paying attention to ET at all."
-Hot stoner chick
"Oh that doggonned Ace Trigonometry did it again with those snappy antics. The boy is sharp. He's sharp!"
-Someone old
"Vov Abraxas is the sound."
-Hot stoner chick's friend. |
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[Jan. 4th, 2007|04:49 am] |
i'm wishing we didn't break up.
i'm missing her so bad right now.
so many things i shouldn't have done.
so many things i shouldn't have said.
all these things i want to tell her but i don't know how.
i feel so weak without her.
we fought so much, but it kept me going somehow...
now what, there's nothing to say to eachother.
the last fight was had.
now what?
i fuckin miss her like i miss my own youth.
so many lines i shouldn't have crossed.
i'm so fucking sorry.
but i guess i'm not going to be sorry because she plans to make me hate her.
everything is so fuckin petty...
so lonely.
so depressed.
nobody to call at this late hour.
someone love me.
i can't take this long lonely silence.
i don't know what i'm going to do.
i'm so sorry about everything.
i hate life.
i hate life.
i hate life.
i hate life.
i hate life.
i hate life.
no warmth. |
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[Jan. 1st, 2007|10:31 am] |
happy new years everyone.
mine was uneventful, but i watched saddam being hanged. it was like the first thing i did this year.
the next thing i did was post a couple videos on my myspace profile.
the concert is kinda outdated, i don't sing any of those songs anymore.
i personnally think i got some goofy moves a lot of the time, but there's some moments in the video that are just genius.
some fluky parts when the movie being played in the background
coincide with the lyrics.
fun stuff.
also i've been putting together some shit for the 3 albums i'm going to be selling in the first couple months of this year.
these are the third vov abraxas album: restlessness
which has a lot of tasty tracks that you've been loving, like "grown man" "pop dhit" "autumn's probably coming"
"conspiracy" all that.
another one is a compilation of the 3 eps the pteradons put together in the fall.
and lastly, FOOD MONEY, the second album as ace trigonometry.
pretty heavy duty shit.
so its safe to say i was pretty fuckin busy this year.
i reloacated a number of times.
i wrote around 300 songs this year.
had myself a dull but gorgeous relationship with a punk girl with a bad attitude.
wrote a bunch of stuff, drew some pictures.
busted my ass, but did bad in school anyways, music was there to pick my spirits up again.
started a record label with some top notch friends who are like family sometmies. had a successful experiment entailing selling music to make rent.
watched my brother begin developing his stage pressense.
babysat a fish for a friend in the dorm, now i'm just grasping at straws, what else did i do?
the pteradons played a show for definately superior's gravy party.
did a low key vov abraxas show in a little coffee shop called calicos, where i played the songs "old man" and "action painting in green, black and red" and scared the old people and made the little girl laugh and say "you're crazy!"
i got my first fan art this year, it fuckin blew my mind.
i started acting this year, i hit on my friend magdalena in a movie by adam stephenson, who by the way is a fokkin genius. i hit on my friend magdalena, and i beat some kids at a video game and bragged. it was fuckin fun.
the movie's called cyberpunks, it should be showing up sometime in april maybe, something like that.
lastnight i did a couple shots for a pteradons video.
yep, just busy shit.
talk to me.
peace,
brian, aka vov abraxas |
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| i don't get it, but it makes me laugh. |
[Dec. 16th, 2006|05:08 pm] |
On the twelfth day of Christmas,  omega_sapien sent to me... Twelve xdeclinexs drumming Eleven mxexs piping Ten ___intrepids a-leaping Nine liqdzunshines dancing Eight mattcannings a-milking Seven demons a-swimming Six girls a-laying Five ange-e-e-els Four saints Three sid vicious Two vov abraxas ...and a baroque in a biology. |
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[Dec. 15th, 2006|07:32 pm] |
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sadtime. i am sad now. |
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[Nov. 22nd, 2006|07:59 pm] |
| [ | music |
| | dj assault - ass n titties | ] |
ass and titties
ass and titties.
ass ass
titties titties
ass and titties
if you a freaky dancin hoe and you're shakin your shit
lets see how good you shake it on top of my dick |
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[Nov. 15th, 2006|02:49 pm] |
new songs on my myspaces.
enjoy. |
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[Nov. 12th, 2006|09:39 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | choose for me | ] |
| [ | mood |
| | i don't believe in moods | ] |
so after getting macked by a bunch of irish chicks, i ate. and then a bunch of dorm kids got me drunk and i made the spontanious decision to sneak into the theatre to watch borat, which was a success, good movie.
after that i told my buddies to drop me off at this intercection on the bad side of town, they seemed concerned , but i was like, whatever, don't worry about me, if i turn up dead, it was destiny.
so i walked around, a bit, got abducted by a UFO. the aliens touched my privates, but i wasn't mad at them, they looked like babes... except for the one with wings, he or she was scary.
the aliens dropped me off at this little village out of town and i hitch hiked back, it took like 4 hours to find a ride, it was so cold and dark, and i was all tramatized from the alien orgy.
a pretty decked out damzL broad picked me up, she offered me a blow-job, i said, no thanks, i got a girlfriend whom, i accidently cheated on with a bunch of aliens, but i'll take a cigarette if that's cool...
we changed the subject to the hanging of saddam.
a subject that is kind of eerie to me these days.
saddam's hanging makes me uncomfortable for some reason. for, some reason i don't know if it's right to give him a public execution. if a man is so evil, why not lock him in a dark basement all doped up on hallucinegens and let his own demons consume him until he dies?
when a nation of people foam at the mouth with the desire for someone's blood, evil ceases to be, and it is good for the meanwhile, until their darkman is punished. and they will need a new scapegoat. that north korean dictator dude is next.
she asked if one of the aliens had a tatoo of a musquito on its face...
i said yeah.
and then she burst with laughter "NO WAY!!! I WAS ABDUCTED BY THOSE SAME ALIENS A COUPLE MONTHS AGO!!"
and then we high-fived.
we talked about drugs and love.
my favorite drug is magic mushrooms.
i used to do them once or twice every solstace and equinox to gather my spiritual self and find my inner child.
i haven't done them all year. i don't even clearly see the point anymore. half the time i become disappointed because the drug didn't totally obliterate my perception of reality, and then the disappointment would exaggerate itself because of the drug, and i would be bitter, bored, and a little sad that my life isn't as romantic and rare as it could've been.
my lovelife is similar in a way.
i used to want to feel the sparkles of unconditional acceptance and beauty. the poetry of the universe and the perfection of togetherness. i still do.
but...
i guess i'm discouraged.
i got a girl. we spend a lot of time together. she's like my polar opposite sometimes.
she doesn't think she's attractive, but she its.
our time together is musicless, a lot of the time monotonous.
at this point of the conversation the girl who was driving, let out this massive fart and it threw the conversation off balance.
it stank too.
i never thought a girl who looked so good could... you know...
smell like shit.
anyways...
she dropped me off at the edge of town, and i walked for hours towards my baby's house.
as i walked there, i contemplated these strange dreams i've been having.
in one of the dreams, i am handed a baby through the window to care for because, the person had too many or something like that. and so i hung out with the baby. playing with it. eventually becoming best friends with the baby. we told eachother jokes and laughed together like chums. and then it started to die, and i became really sad. it was frail like a baby chicken.
and when it died, i cried my eyes out. like a piece of me has died.
in another dream that came a couple nights later, my bestfriend's soul somehow became trapped inside the body of a robot.
and then the robot went missing, and i tried for long hours to track it down to no avail, the soul would phone me and talk to me through the internet, mostly saying goodbye. eventually i knew it was gone, my bestfriend, maybe my only friend. gone. and i cried my eyes out. like a piece of me has died.
i wondered what it would be like to hang from a cross, in front of all the people you've ever known, lovers and haters, all having this riot in front of you, and you can only sit there and watch as you bleed from your nail wounds.
there must have been moments when jesus wasn't forgiving anybody. a long indifferent and lonely silence.
i saw myself on video the other day.
i'm ugly. i'm skinny, and i'm frail.
pathetic. no wonder she responds to my affection the way someone would respond to a fly buzzing around their head.
nevertheless, i appreciate her love, sometimes it's the only love i ever had.
i just wonder sometimes if this is as good as it will ever get to be...
life is just disappointing. society turns you into a lonely foe of the universe and teases you with the pleasures that everyone except you gets to be included in.
the only thing you can hopefully look forward to is having a partner who might(but probably doesn't understand fuck all about you) your troubles with God, and your woes with the world.
and shelter eachother from the evil natures of the modern world.
that is what love, to my understanding, is turning out to be.
i knock on her door.
still drunk.
she's happy to see me, she knows i'm drunk.
we cuddle and talk about life, and joke around and all that.
in the midst of joking around, she tells me that she wants her kids to have blonde hair and blue eyes.
she doesn't want to have a kid with me.
this hurts me somehow, mroe than i let on.
because i'm thinking to myself...
she doesn't want to be my wife, she doesn't want to have my kid, it's hard enough to share
a bed with her, let alone tell her how i'm feeling without her criticizing me somehow...
it's almost as though our being together is some sort of lame sham.
it doesn't mean we don't love eachother. it just means, that we'll eventually have to face
the fact that we weren't made for eachother.
this thought keeps me from sleeping.
i watch her sleep, wondering who the hell she is.
will marriage be like this?
will i be tied to some stranger?
will they continue to be a stranger even after i get to know them quite intimately?
can anyone know anyone?
am i alone in this world?
she notices me pacing trying to be comfortable and suddenly holds me with that weird jedi
woman power that women have...
she comforts me with a little voice singing..
"Senora Santa Ana,
Porque llora el nino?
por una manzana que se le ha perdido.
yo le dare una.
yo le dare dos.
una para el nino y otra para vos." |
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[Nov. 1st, 2006|06:59 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | 6pm | ] |
| [ | mood |
| | i don't know | ] |
lovesucks |
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| hush hush |
[Oct. 13th, 2006|02:37 pm] |
pst...
vov abraxas show on october 28th @ kilroys and jacks, one cover charge 2 venues, it's definately superior's halloween party. |
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