Swedish Children Discuss The Concept Of God In A Way That Makes Most Adults Look Like Morons.  Just

2pm and I’m already basically shitfaced.  Happy sabbath jesus, love the hair.

Concerning the Death Penalty and Incarceration in General

You don't kill someone to teach them not to kill. You don’t call prison rehabilitation while being nothing but detrimental to said people, you dont lock up people for next to nothing, etc.Some people cant be saved, and yes locking them up for life is expensive, but not as expensive as youd think ( the average prisoner in the usa costs 90 cents a day to feed and house ) Humans change and redemption IS life, then again I'm a Buddhist.Some humans are in jail and do nothing but suffer, some take to the life, and thrive in jail, and enjoy life in their own way, is it punishment, whos to say, but in my mind youre average human can and will change, and what about all the people imprisoned and then found innocent years later?

if you kill them you cant take that back.  No to the death penalty, and on a personal note I think MOST, not all, MOST criminal activity should be taken from a psychological or economic standpoint, most these people are poor uneducated and angry for, obvious reasons, and should be treated as mentally ill and not criminal and evil, back any animal into a corner and it lashes out, that’s not to say that animal cant love and be loved, cant show compassion or understand it, etc.

We all love justification but my stance is, if you kill in need, lets say you are starving and you kill and eat an animal, you didnt kill it because you wanted to, infact if youre a “normal” person you probably felt a little bad.  if something is trying to kill you, you kill it out of instinct and feel bad later, thats justified.  If you’re in jail for like drug charges for 15 years and have to do violent things to survive, lets say you have to stab someone so youre not stabbed, etc, and time is added on, now youre in for 20 years, etc, that doesnt make you violent or bad, we all do what we have to do, when you take small time criminals and put them in the wolves den, yes they come out as wolves, repeat that process and eventually theyre such killers you need to kill them in some legal way, was it ever about them?

and at what point is the society held responsible?  In the west we’re very about the individual, as am I really, but push an individual enough and you shape him like clay, do you then get to judge the shape hes in, which youve created?  forget i said anything, talk about your favorite shows or, show you smokin a crack piple with your cleavage in the backround, i like that too....

The Big Storm / My Halloween Adventure

For those of you who don’t know, a big storm just hit new england, some people are going to be without power for up to 6 days here.  So the other day I woke up with no power, fully expecting to not have it back for awhile, so I did what any responsible adult would do...I bought a bag of mushrooms, went to the first bar with power i could find, and tripped my face off. 

I wont fully get into how weird the night was because mushrooms make everything weird, but the bar, we all bought mushrooms basically, so it was a bar full of people tripping, and in usual Caucasian style everyone started fighting and being fuckin weird, which made it weird for me, i also consumed twice as much as most of them and was maintaining well.

I remember at one point before the fighting, the tripping people were already tripping, and me being large and having such a high tolerance i wasnt yet.  so they kept tabs on me basically ( these are all people i know, that i drink with ) and at one point im finally tripping my face off, im starring at a chalk board of smudged erase marks, and its rippling like fabric, and the image i saw vaguely was an ape smiling at me, and i hear my name yelled, and i look up and the whole bar is starring at me, and i waved and said, hi, whats up.  and they you know asked how i was doing ( they knew it had finally hit me ) and i says you know, i was good til the whole bar was looking at me, thats weirding me out, etc.

So let me paint a picture, i leave the bar tripping, i had left my car window open the day before so it was damp, and the inside of the window was so wet i couldnt see.  I tried to wipe it with my jacket, which of course just smeared all the nicotine, and my car does this fun thing, when its wet the heat doesnt work and it squeels if you try, of course i dont want to be noticed so i cant use the heat.

So here i am, after eating oh, maybe a quarter of mushrooms when all is said and done, and im driving home blind, i mean if i was sober id have still been blind.  the roads look wider than they are, too wide, then too narrow, everytime a car passes me im blinded by light and have to just try and keep a straight line. 

I come home to an empty, dark house, maybe 50 degrees, no power, no heat.  so I light a bunch of candles, and play my guitar, and feel you know, strange.  I went to sleep at somepoint, and kept getting like a sort of, i heard a chatter of random things said to me, and blips of faces, of course on mushrooms when you shut your eyes often you get weird colorful geometric patterns which i was getting too, so im not sure if i actually slept or what, sleep was hard.

Thats my halloween story, no power, tripping my brains out.

Here’s a really quick Coma White cover I did oh...atleast 10 years ago, I found this accidentally while looking through some old folder.

The previous night brodie dreams hes in a jail the size of a continent, rolling hills of barbed wire, he dreams that the inmates sleep stacked like firewood wrapped in shroud, on different levels of raised platforms in one open room, he dreams of a rec time only held on the roof, men marching in circles, he can see the snow laden fields housing a grizzly sea of endless rooftops.  He watches the smoke roll out of the chimneys and crash to the ground as he feels the cold play xylephone with his bones.  The smoke below joins and dances in a wispy procession of some grotesque marching orgy, it smells of salt and rust.  He dreams of scaling down the wall  and sneaking off, dreams of draining small amounts of his blood into stolen jars, he buries each only elbow deep in the frozen ground with a stone hes named pell mell.  he dreams he cuts off a finger here, and a toe there, with a single stolen knife from the kitchen and hides them in various locations, so that when he dies his spirit can recall his steps and rebuild his mortal coil.  He dreams of a great tube fluttering down from the sky, driven into the ground on one end with force, he sucks on the other end and siphons the sickly pink hued souls of unrest through the tube into a coffee can.  The coffee can fills too full and the slime spurts out with such force it flings him high into the air, as the land comes crashing forward, he wakes.