This is probably the sexiest thing I've seen in film format in quite awhile...ah...
Everyones jumping on the 70's b movie thing these days...SWEET!
Sunday, December 30, 2007
Give me that olde tyme religon
The Beatles once said "one is the loneliest number".
I Sir Paul Mc Cartney, George Harrisson, Ringo Star and Lennon think you are all full of shit.
Three hundred and sixty five is the loneliest number.
Three hundred and sixty five days compose a year.
A year composes memories.
Memories compose themselves out of thin air.
Thin air composes itself out of an act of a non-existant god.
God is composed of coca cola ads, marketing schemes and iphones.
Iphones are the hottest gift this season.
This season is winter.
Winter is getting colder and colder, and windier and windier.
My mind is unwravelling slowly as I watch this world go by with closed eyes.
Eyes reflect the world, and at the end of the year were supposed to reflect on ourselves.
Ourselves are very needy creatures who feed off others well being (for the most part).
Well being is completely self righteous and commendable.
Force another year upon yourself for self improvement self loathing and self distruction.
I mean...happy 2008.
We're almost in the 10's
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fuck you
Thursday, December 13, 2007
pretentiousmusicilove@hotmail.co.uk
The only bar/ club I would ever reccomend to anyone visiting Toronto would be the mod club.
Although it's pricey as fuck, and theres way too many trendy cobrasnake.com-esque hipsters lurking around every corner, they happen to have some of the best live dj's...ever...in the history of turning of the tables.
Below this stupid little paragraph will be a picture of a bunch of writing and songs you cant make out! But if you clicky it it will open in a new window and tantilize your taste buds with tasty tunes from all around...the globe?
Another fun fact is this playlist was aired live on the radio on my birthday and it was a good time.
-ENJOi!

Although it's pricey as fuck, and theres way too many trendy cobrasnake.com-esque hipsters lurking around every corner, they happen to have some of the best live dj's...ever...in the history of turning of the tables.
Below this stupid little paragraph will be a picture of a bunch of writing and songs you cant make out! But if you clicky it it will open in a new window and tantilize your taste buds with tasty tunes from all around...the globe?
Another fun fact is this playlist was aired live on the radio on my birthday and it was a good time.
-ENJOi!

Wednesday, December 12, 2007
the dark passenger
Quoting a song or a line from a movie I feel 'connected' with just doesn't do it for me anymore.
I've pretty much forced myself to spewing out my brain onto this pixelated facade of myself.
events/ emotions/ trials and tribulations/ ideas/ philosophies and beliefs...
Thats what I should be sharing with the www. world, instead I find myself sitting here with nothing to say.
I don't want to have to think of some overtantly original piece of writing for someone who doesn't even realize how surreal it is to be a human and occupy this planet.
humans are born/ humans grow/ humans develop...but somewhere in between puberty and becoming a twenty something year old a majority of us seem to loose our souls.
"what the fuck are you talking about lillie"
When most people wake up in the morning they jump in the shower use their various products from shoppers drug mart/ pharma plus/ rexall etc... drape themselves in clothes that are designed too impress people opposed to keep you comfortable and clothed.
Everythings just totally split into tiny little neat packages. Everythings automatic. Everythings in HD. Everythings crystal clear(opaque). Everythings tainted by a false god. Everythings burning down.
In the year 2010, I will be able to stand on a mountain top and say: I lived through the first decade of the millennium and not one original piece of art, music, literature , spoken word, political value, social ethics, film, spec of dust has caught my eye or been created in the first place. Not only is everyone becoming a sheep in the field outside the slaughterhouse, but were not even fighting for survival. We just want to cruise by in life no questions asked.
No questions asked
No questions asked
No questions asked
NO ONE QUESTIONS (period)
Teenagers have become more self distructive and drug dependant than ever (oh and falsely medicated)
Their parents have become twice as confused from all of the self help evangelical american propaganda.
Get a house, a husband and kids...QUICK.
Or your pension may run out.
Everything has a catch everything has hidden text and signatures of yours you never once signed...
Our cars now speak English and tell us were to go
We don't have to take more than a five minute walk ANYWHERE without seeing a train bus elscalator elevator or some kind of leg alternative.
The aging process is going to dissapear since we are all vanity freaks.
We are also the first generation for some reason find it entertaining to share hundreds upon hundreds of pictures of ourselves taken by...ourselves...for no reason shape or form.
At the end of the day all we rely on is microchips, batteries, power plants, democracy and lies.
Why let that control you when you can just look up at the sky and see heaven and hell all around you...
I'm not afraid too die...
I'm really scared of being alive though...
I've pretty much forced myself to spewing out my brain onto this pixelated facade of myself.
events/ emotions/ trials and tribulations/ ideas/ philosophies and beliefs...
Thats what I should be sharing with the www. world, instead I find myself sitting here with nothing to say.
I don't want to have to think of some overtantly original piece of writing for someone who doesn't even realize how surreal it is to be a human and occupy this planet.
humans are born/ humans grow/ humans develop...but somewhere in between puberty and becoming a twenty something year old a majority of us seem to loose our souls.
"what the fuck are you talking about lillie"
When most people wake up in the morning they jump in the shower use their various products from shoppers drug mart/ pharma plus/ rexall etc... drape themselves in clothes that are designed too impress people opposed to keep you comfortable and clothed.
Everythings just totally split into tiny little neat packages. Everythings automatic. Everythings in HD. Everythings crystal clear(opaque). Everythings tainted by a false god. Everythings burning down.
In the year 2010, I will be able to stand on a mountain top and say: I lived through the first decade of the millennium and not one original piece of art, music, literature , spoken word, political value, social ethics, film, spec of dust has caught my eye or been created in the first place. Not only is everyone becoming a sheep in the field outside the slaughterhouse, but were not even fighting for survival. We just want to cruise by in life no questions asked.
No questions asked
No questions asked
No questions asked
NO ONE QUESTIONS (period)
Teenagers have become more self distructive and drug dependant than ever (oh and falsely medicated)
Their parents have become twice as confused from all of the self help evangelical american propaganda.
Get a house, a husband and kids...QUICK.
Or your pension may run out.
Everything has a catch everything has hidden text and signatures of yours you never once signed...
Our cars now speak English and tell us were to go
We don't have to take more than a five minute walk ANYWHERE without seeing a train bus elscalator elevator or some kind of leg alternative.
The aging process is going to dissapear since we are all vanity freaks.
We are also the first generation for some reason find it entertaining to share hundreds upon hundreds of pictures of ourselves taken by...ourselves...for no reason shape or form.
At the end of the day all we rely on is microchips, batteries, power plants, democracy and lies.
Why let that control you when you can just look up at the sky and see heaven and hell all around you...
I'm not afraid too die...
I'm really scared of being alive though...
Sunday, December 9, 2007
The soundtrack for slitting your wrists
What started out as a stupid un educated statement about drugs and the 'toronto party scene'
Quickly turned into world war ten as you will soon...read...if your even paying attention...
(read from the bottom up) :

Quickly turned into world war ten as you will soon...read...if your even paying attention...
(read from the bottom up) :
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We've met before, haven't we.
I don't think so. Where was it you think we met?
At your house. Don't you remember?
No. No, I don't. Are you sure?
Of course. As a matter of fact, I'm there right now.
What do you mean? You're where right now?
At your house.
That's fucking crazy, man.
Call me. Dial your number. Go ahead.
I don't think so. Where was it you think we met?
At your house. Don't you remember?
No. No, I don't. Are you sure?
Of course. As a matter of fact, I'm there right now.
What do you mean? You're where right now?
At your house.
That's fucking crazy, man.
Call me. Dial your number. Go ahead.
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