Yes I was one dem sad suckers that had Michigan -2.5. What a garbage cover by OK State. UGH. Here we go again.I wanna call this one The Ohio Special™ even though Creighton is in Nebraska. Sound good?
Friday, March 17, 2017
Another one
Yes I was one dem sad suckers that had Michigan -2.5. What a garbage cover by OK State. UGH. Here we go again.I wanna call this one The Ohio Special™ even though Creighton is in Nebraska. Sound good?
Thursday, March 16, 2017
Wednesday, March 15, 2017
NEW ALBUM MIXTAPE »
Very pleased to announce Jazz for Millennials from DJ President Trump exclusively on Myspace. 19 songs in a little under an hour. This release + all other future DJ President Trump releases will only be streaming on MySpace until the end of Donald Trump's presidency. This is not protest music. This is sad sandwich music. HEY?? The MySpace upload got lost to the Seas of Shit(myspace)-go forth to bandcamp
Monday, March 13, 2017
Oh,... 🎧
Oh comma, ellipsis, she said … total eclipse of the solipsism, a soloist embarking on a tangled tango with webbed feet; mouth sucking on chemicals eschewing the grammar police: neat. Every symbol is the tech of a new dime. And this is just a poem with phones dialing out of control, superglued to your ear drums beating loudly, out of time.
Saturday, March 11, 2017
Friday, March 10, 2017
It's Day 69: The 69th Day of the Year
Oh wow what a time to be alive. I got good ideas and almost none of them are political. I can't help a single cat get out of tree. If you think about life as each day is the dumbest day in the history of days then you'll finally be able to taste the beauty. Constantly improving, self against self, you'll see your reflection as one of the rich persons dancing unaffected but charitable in a realm of undefined, undefeated consciousness. A whimper cut from a howl burning in the sleepless night is the only rallying cry you'll need, fam. Till then, just remain secure in each and every decision, and continue to use the tools to broadcast these choices in however, whatever shapeless form your tech gear and networking data plans allow. A shoe can eschew a sock but it must live with the stench this decision creates. "Content before art like the horse, the cart, even the buggy and all, every tiny bug," I say to my right leg. I'm a big bug. S/O all my other insects alive on planet earth right now. S/O to every big bug writing a YouTube comment right now. Y'all the true poets of these modern times. I can and will do better because I don't know different from this ghost, this restlessness. I'm eating sherbet on a plastic island. Making every right decision because there's no such things as shame, editing, humor and bodies here in 2005. Stay tuned, America. I long to kiss you with international contentment flung deep into your greatest, uncharted valleys and holes. I long to stuff your pale holes and zones with so much ad revenue that that which generated the sum will explode in a patchy, static broadcast too shaky to make out. The indeciphered, sitting pretty, crowned eternal eyeballs champion at 162-0, will make vivacious screams deep until night explains morning with just a blink. I shudder; to think?
Thursday, March 9, 2017
My dog's DNA results
Years ago, the owner of my dog's sister's got a DNA test and shared the results. So while these are not truly 'his DNA results' they are 'close enough'. This is what I wrote on January 24th, 2012:
This is 100% real. I'm not sure how much this cost (or how accurate it is) but they bought it to shut up their know-it-all vet who insisted that Dezi (my dog's sister) was a black lab. It's interesting. We know exactly who their parents are--which is itself an odd 'luxury' most dog owners can never have--and we knew that Pops was a purebred golden. But we had no clue what exactly the mother's makeup was, though several people (not me) had insisted she had a good amount of boxer blood. They were right.
Wednesday, March 8, 2017
I downloaded this mobile podcasting / live radio app thing which I'll probably never use again
Follow me on Anchor which is like the Periscope of Facebook Live for the blind.////update>>> look@meNow(2020)
I think whoever did this meant it to be a joke, like "BILL my foot" as in send the bill for this vandalism to my foot haha see my footprints? But a part of me hopes that this person refers to his feet or one of his feet by the name "Bill." I think and I hope and I dream, folks.
Thinking about developing an animated series called Shrimp Angels about shrimps who die and go to heaven. It's an original idea and certainly a winning one. My goal is to be netting a million dollars an episode before I've even drawn my first S.A. Ambitious?
Tuesday, March 7, 2017
Happy Day 66, folks.
I am 23
Today was my 23rd birthday. No, haha. Yesterday. I turned into an ape. I dreamt of eating a thousand peanut butter cups but just ate a container of vegan cream cheese instead. I hurt all of my heads. My head was an ape head and it had a mouth the head used to talk deeply about professional sports arenas and stadiums. I like the idea of places more than the reality that people inhabit them. Give me ghost towns or give me a new head.
Monday, March 6, 2017
I've never been to japan
On Saturday night I went to see this band Anvil at Johnny Brenda's in Philly, which is a place where bands play almost every night just a couple blocks away from my house. They were really great. Yesterday (Sunday 5 March 2017) it was "pay-what-you-want" day at the Art Museum. The Art Museum is not such a great place to bring a 2.5-year old FYI. We got yelled at by several of the men and women in suits. No running. No jumping off the benches like a maniac. That sort of thing. But they had some cool kid activities like a painting station where you could make your own little sailboat. They even had a robot sea otter named Sammy the Sea Otter who was controlled by an older fellow from the U.S. Coast Guard via remote control. My daughter liked Sammy.
It's nice living life in Philadelphia or wherever you live. Maybe you live in Japan? I've never been.
Later last night, I watched the movie Tickled on HBO Go. It's a documentary about competitive tickling but really it's about something else. I recommend it.
Today I woke up and decided to live my life some more. That's what I'm doing now. I am plotting the movie I will make about today which is not just a movie but true art because it is the greatest symbol of living your life. This seems like a true statement. In the car I thought maybe I'd call the film The Slog or perhaps Slog Life, but now I think I'll take it in a different direction. I don't know what that means. Not yet.
Here is an asian-type red dot emoji, a symbol of friendship for any of my readers in Japan:
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Friday, March 3, 2017
The No Molestar EP is officially released. Watch the 11-minute final song "URL DOT JPEG" + listen to the entire thing here. Thank you.
Thursday, March 2, 2017
"Free Saint Patrick from His Pain"
Here it is folks. Song #2 of 4 of the No Molestar EP, which will be available in full this Friday right here on your local My America Broadcasting Center.
Wednesday, March 1, 2017
The Weather Channel
a good slogan would be "The Weather Channel: Channeling the Weather (with Science and Our Minds) since [whatever year they started]"
NEW EP OUT FRIDAY
Brand new four-song EP from an entity calling themselves The Mole Stars. Pizza Puppies Rex / My America Industries are super proud to present No Molestar. New music video premiering each day the remainder of the week. Check out first track "Ranch Hands" here. Second track––"Free Saint Patrick from His Pain"––coming at midnight tonight.
RIP SLOP CITY
One of the dumbest projects/endeavors/websites I ever done was a thing called SLOP CITY aka I am never gon post anything on this ever again. Mostly I just posted gibberish via the now defunct (but still available if you're savvy) Blogger iPhone app. Things I woulda most likely posted to S.C. are now gonna end up on this weird sk twitter feed I just start cultivating:
