I fucking hate when myspace goes down there was some shit on there I wanted to move here, it’s fucking bullshit. Anyways, I just wanted to start posting my poems and blogs and other shit to a place where more people might read it. But, even more importantly I like writing and I need to do more of it. So this is why I’m here. I hope you enjoy my shit. If you do, tell me, if you don’t, fuck you! Naw, just kidding if you don’t, tell me too. I don’t care either way. I’ll enjoy the fact that more people might read something I wrote.
So I’m in Japan, and it’s cool. Killing the Dream from Sactown came on tour with Ruiner. That was a fun tour. If you could have been to the last show in Shinjuku, fucking awesome! The only downside (if this is really one) KTD has a new guitarist and had a fill in drummer. So they didn’t know my two favorite songs. So I didn’t get to fuck shit up to Sick of Sleeping or By Now. But the fill in drummer is from my home town the “hub” and he is chill as fuck so, it’s whatever. The Japanese hardcore scene has some cool ass bands. As We Let Go, Silence Kills the Revolution, My Love, Endzweck, FC Five, Cleave ( fucking Cleave is awesome) just to name a few. If you like this type of music check these bands out, now!
Also, I will be posting pictures and some video of the shows later on in the week when I find the time.
On a different note, I just got finishing writing a poem earlier today. I had a lot of mixed feelings lately and this poem reflected it. It is called Vigilantes. There was (and still is) a lot of shit running around inside my head. I felt really angry, rebellious and a fuck it attitude when I wrote this poem. The first line, “No love for no fucking pig” is something I took from my friend. He created this shirt that had the line, “No love for no pig”. That line means what is means. Fuck police and fuck pork (although I like pork), it was kinda a tribute to my friend, because I knew he would read it. Because of recent events and decisions I have made; because of the way I see this country (America) and this world moving; because I sometimes I wish I was just completely and utterly alone by myself, fuck everybody else; because I will always love the things and people I have around me, that support me; and mainly because change needs to happen, this poem is about living the way you want to live, creating change and not falling victim to going down with the world. Because the world is going to shit.
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