Bored at 11:56pm in a Town of Nothing

Alright I am Bored, but don't want to go to bed or hang out with friends...strange!
I have become addicted to a game on facebook called "Frontierville," nice right. Playing old time raise a ranch on a computer.

I like the song "Rippin Kittin" by Miss Kitten.


Lyrics

Mommy, can I go out and kill tonight?
I feel, I feel like taking a life.
Please, I wanna seal the kitchen knife
and feel, feel like taking a life.

Rippin kittin kidding on the round (x2)

Daddy, can I go and haunt tonight
like you do on Sunday mornings.
Honey, give me a real gentle knife
to feel, feel like taking my life.

Rippin kittin kidding on the round (x4)

Mommy, can I go out and kill tonight?
I feel, I feel like taking a life.
Please, I wanna seal the kitchen knife
and feel, feel like taking a life.

Rippin kittin kidding on the round (x4)

Mommy, daddy, please let me go (x2)


Crystal Castles is a interesting band that I believe needs some lyrics written out for their listeners. There songs are peculiar.


You never got to bloom
They cut you from the stem
You're innocent at birth
until you understand

Repeat every word that you say to me
They put you to use or put you to sleep
I cant tell you the difference between
an embryo or a planted seed

So many shades of white
So many shades of pale
I know what you hate
so i do it constantly

Many shades of white
Many shades of pale
I know how to cut
a wound that will not heal

Consistancy of dirt
Insects that spun your silk
They wait for gratitude
They wait for mother's milk

Repeat every word that you say to me
They put you to use or put you to sleep
I cant tell you the difference between
an embryo or a planted seed

So many shades of white
So many shades of pale
I know what you hate
so i do it constantly

Many shades of white
Many shades of pale
I know how to cut
a wound that will not heal

Justin Hose

JustinHose
http://just-in-hose.blogspot.com/2009/09/rosing-posing-in-hosing.html

VNV Nation - Tomorrow Never Comes

SROOD BI U - Lords of Acid


"I wanna be screwed by you... and you, and you, and you!"
It's kind of a funny parody of "I wanna be loved by you," by Marilyn Monroe on the movie "Some Like it Hot."

Plans for a Background

Found Pictures
A handmade frame of found objects glued on and then sprayed silver. Good arts and crafts idea.







Bar Sinister's Play list
+ladytron . seventeen
the cure . blood
+miss kitten . rippin kitten
+the knife . pass it on
-depeche mode . home
-de/vision . ready to die
-peter murphy . i'll fall with your knife
project pitchfork . live your dream
rotersand . beneath the stars
schiller . feel you
seabound . torch
bigod 20 . the bog
vnv nation . furthest star
covenant . dead stars
and one . military fashion show
solar fake . hero and conquest
apoptygma berzerk . kathy's song
depeche mode . enjoy the silence
fad gadget . collapsing new people
lords of acid . sit on acid
nine inch nails . closser
peter murphy . cuts you up
+siousxie & the banshees . kiss them for me
+assemblege 23 . impermance
++vnv nation . tomorrow never comes
underworld . born slippy
psychedelic furs . ghost in you

While looking at pictures of Emilie Autumn, I ran into other sites, Gothic Beauty Magazine.
Dark art by Michael Park, Chad Michael Ward.

http://hstrial-mpark9.homestead.com/index.html

Chad's artwork and movie freaked me out a bit, maybe a little more. The part where a woman spits into the restrained woman's forced open mouth. Too much for this dude. I am kind of strange, however not a Sadomasochist.
http://www.digitalapocalypse.com/

An other artist, who is known at Ulorin Vex, has a cool live Journal









Messaging my friend Jesse about my discoveries I noticed her brother send her a link to a site of shoes.
http://www.designboom.com/weblog/cat/8/view/10558/dsquared2-skeletal-stilettos.html

John Keats the Poet

Ode to a Grecian Urn
I.
THOU still unravish'd bride of quietness,
Thou foster-child of silence and slow time,
Sylvan historian, who canst thus express
A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme:
What leaf-fring'd legend haunts about thy shape
Of deities or mortals, or of both,
In Tempe or the dales of Arcady?
What men or gods are these? What maid ens loth?
What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape?
What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?

II.
Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard
Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on;
Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear'd,
Pip to the spirit ditties of not tone:
Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave
They song, nor ever can those trees be bare;
Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss,
Though winning near the goal - yet, do not grieve;
She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss,
For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!

III.
Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed
Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu;
And, happy melodist, unwearied,
For ever piping songs for ever new;
More happy love! more happy, happy love!
For ever warm and still to be enjoy'd,
For ever panting, and for ever young;
All breathing human passion far above,
That leaves a heart high-sorrowful and cloy'd
A burning forehead, and a parching tongue.

IV.
Who are these coming to the sacrifice?
To what green altar, O mysterious priest,
Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies,
And all her silken flanks with garlands drest?
What little town by river or sea shore,
Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel,
Is emptied of this folk, this pious morn?
And, little town, thy streets for evermore
Will silent be; and not a soul to tell
Why thou art desolate can e'er return.

V.
O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede
Of marble men and maidens overwrought,
With forest branches and the trodden weed;
Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought
As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral!
When old age shall this generation waste,
Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe
That ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st,
"Beauty is truth, truth beauty," that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.

http://www.john-keats.com/index_ie.htm

Music Box

Beautiful music to put one in a trance.