my band.

I have a band and we are called Something Slightly Shinto.

Our main inspirations are my favorite bands. Our image is Ukiyo-e inspired meets Hitler-Youth.

We play those triangle shaped guitars, they are ergonomically irrelevant.

I just lied a lot.

Tofu Scrizamble Ranchero style

Recipe:

Need: Tofu, Cornstarch, Oil of choice, Jarred salsa (medium-very spicy + chunky), Oregano, Mustard, Flax seed

Step 1: Dry tofu as well as possible (between paper towels applying pressure to top) 10 min

Step 2: Lightly cover tofu with minimal amounts of cornstarch

Step 3: Heat oil to medium

Step 4: Insert tofu steaks into hot oil (careful now idiots, you will get burned)

Step 5: Fry lightley

Step 6: Break up tofu steaks into crumbly mixture, then add Oregano + jarred salsa and mustard, heat for 2-3 minutes stirring constantly

Step 7: Remove from heat and add a pinch (or two) of Flax seed

Step 8: Serve (excellent with toast points/rice cakes)

conclusion: cheap as shit tasty Tofu Scramble Ranchero

Dear vegan Max.

TOFU SCRAMBLE WEEK OF 2010.

a go go.

Hello shannon

Ricks,

We got hungry. Sorry. But we’re eating sushi on East Bay. Easy. Peasy.

Call us for directions. And sushi. And maybe some sake.

I can’t wait to be tan.

Can you pick up some more lemon pledge for the maid. And please stop shaving your legs in the shower.

Yours in abundance,
Max and Grant

The ten CoComandments

1. Thou shall not consume more than three of me.

2. Thou shall drink me on the beach.

3. Thou shall not drink other energy malt beverages before me.

4. Thou shall not shotgun me.

5. Thou shall not consume purple, less thou bleedeth from thy rectum.

6. Thou shall dial having imbibed. 

7. Thou shall dishonour thy mother and father.

8. Thou shall blackout and commit adultery. 

9. Thou shall drink me cold.

10. Thou shall share me with thy neighbours. 

REally?

First classes are frightful inspirations,

and extra-personal denial,

from the older few that have tried,

I can't really listen to it all,

is it relevant?

Tiny little things

sky

accidental art

retro-futurism

the french film avril

Mexicans doning gifts.

I love Valium. And I believe I always have.

I should not be taking Valium. But believe I always have.

HA!

Jeez

I quantify the insurmountable disasters,
that are released by endorphins,
in the alleyways filled with acquaintances.
Making declarations that hold on,
like my hand and another's dancing,
do not make me.
Saying "this is the past and future",
I can't understand how they process my outrage,
towards those behind and those in front.
So I take to the cobbles,
writing messages in fogged up windows,
but I realize I've actually written secrets.
Paint the city with more emotion,
subverting escape-attempts,
I will tight-rope RUN out of this place.

itching around

The wonderfully delight Miss Tory C. is making an appearance in Chuck-town tomorrow.

I shall attempt to dress devilishly classy, and woo her.

WOOO WOOO

Hip hip.

Cheers to beautifully vivid dreams.

And then to forgetting to write them down.

__________(insert witty comment here)

To Lindsay's school we did go. Upon entering the strange gated community of it, Dr. Moseley approached us. The rain permitted him to declare he would like us to take our shoes off in the hall. I call my sister's cell as I cannot seem to find her, and her friend has relayed to me that she is getting changed at her friend Will's. I grab a boy that looks a friend of my sister's caliber. His Sperry and polo mock humanity. I breath fire yelling, "Where is Lindsay". He gives the phone-number of sir will to me. I call it, but get the extension wrong. 212, not 122. An old friend of mine answers, I didn't know he still lived in this town. When I go outside, 5 patio tables have been set up next to the building. The rain pours harder. Dr. Moseley comes outside and questions our drinks. We tell him they are just canned juices. He tastes, and there is booze in them. He begins to grow becoming a giant. He is a giant and forces me and my now six friends to begin writing poetry. We are to A) Write a poem, B) Put together a book, and C) Give him the book. There is a Santi's employee in our group, and he has to write us a poem also. We pass around laptops and memory sticks, which are waterproof apparently. We finish and compile our poetry. Some asshole has fried the main memory stick, and now all our work cannot be printed to be given to the Giant. We had elected Pedre(not sure of his name), to give Moseley the book, so we quickly tie him up(think King Kong). The Doc comes along and eats his head. The boy that tries to get my car out of the parking spot doesn't know how to drive. We are running away now, there is a long stairway. Dead kittens held in closets that Miss. JJ fills with cat food, to feed their souls. Some lady is chasing us towards a different floor. Alas, we retreat to a small river and begin swimming. A giant ship our next obstacle, though it is trapped in the shallows. A dolphin helps us defend ourselves from the pirates. I begin swimming on a rope I see and I overturn the massive freighter.

I can't hear some things.

Sometimes people talk to me, and I have trouble paying attention to them. I look at them really hard, and see something in them. I can't hear them though. Most of the time listening causes problems. I say bizarre things. I can't really do anything right now.

Goodbye.

Sodom & Gomorrah/Charleston

I am Tityos. My poor liver is doomed. The Apollon (pater?) with his damned bow. I don't mind though. Hades is one cool cat. Technically I get a new liver everyday. In Hades we get to take baths in the blood of small children, and its totally acceptable. Daily children blood baptisms. I am not sure who is the baby-slayer.

tele

Good television revolves around the tranquility and peace of society.

Bad television is primarily centered the most chaotic, panicked areas of the world.

Possum living, yo.

Occasionally, these things happen.

Prose, how do I end up here.

Excerpt:

"The drink a self-initiated curse. I fall into dark rooms, at the side of my counterparts and we curse ourselves. The drink a self-sustaining necessity. I flee to dark rooms, at the side of my lovers and we sustain ourselves. I amuse myself with the duality of existence frequently."

Worry-wort.

Prison, spelled with a Z.

ME, under shadows on doors.

quelling hungers with ginger-spiced ales.

small failures, inductions of panic,

no where can be worse really.

icky

sleepless nights worthy,

GIANT personality,

redeemable words,

so we bake without harming,

and kissing we see later.

These things really do happen.

A ball of yarn tangled on me today halfway through a scarf. I am quite mad. I hope I can salvage this 12 dollars worth of yarn.

I love what I see,

A mirror in front of me,

From which I am free.