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Recorded some Promos for this radio station.
Listen for me, and listen to some good old music, including old punk and even some post punk. http://www.live365.com/stations/jneomarvin?play=2 This is Austin, not spam. The link is safe to click!
I walk almost everywhere. It’s mostly because I live in a city and owning car here requires the same attention as taking care of a dog. Everyday you have to go out and move it, you have to feed it constantly with food that isn’t cheap and just like a dog, if you leave it sitting on a corner long enough eventually it’s going to get picked up and taken away. But back to my...
Sex Drugs and Rock n' Roll.
It’s hard being inspired to write and not having anything to write about. Maybe I could write about how much I despise penis enhancement commercials. Maybe I could explain to you, that each time I see some no-name blonde, “actress” gently hinting that I too could have the girth of every NFL linebacker she’s ever dated, I want to unplug the cable and throw my TV out...
Writing is a blood sport. Coming from someone who isn’t even sure that they qualify as a “writer”, you should probably take the previous sentence with as many grains of salt as your heart can handle. I will however, proceed to write about the fraternity of love/hate relationships that are the writing world I consider myself apart of. I am, in my opinion, lazy. I have friends and...
bloody Neon San Franciscan Hearts
Its been 4 years in this city and the street names sit comfortably on my tongue like the names of my loved ones. Yet, I still feel that deep on the other side of those always rolling hills are new hearts. Not the life making, time keeping mounds of flesh that secretly just want to stop pumping and will take any candy-coated, salt covered excuse to do so. No, I mean hearts of culture....
Im trying my hand at a book again. It wont work, but its happening.
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I've decided to start drinking
Its a decision that was hard to make. Its a decision at times I regret making. But I knew this day was coming, I’m nervous and it won’t be easy to stick to, but I think it’s a step I need to take. This doesn’t mean I will go buy six packs and keep them in my fridge, or even get anywhere near drunk. But drinking makes me uncomfortable and that Is another reason I have...
Sure Fire Way to Be on TV
Watch the show Finding Bigfoot on Animal Planet. Write down information the hosts give about Big foot. Buy a plaster casting set for around 20 dollars from here. Make 2 large feet molds using this photo from a Big foot website for scale. So it doesn’t look too perfect, add in a deformity on one of the toes, maybe add some wrinkles in the plaster to make it look like bent skin. Using...
As someone who aspires to one day make money off of words similar to these, arranged in a way no where near the way these words are being arranged now, I have realized that for all intensive purposes I hate literature. How can you hate literature, you might ask? Well reader, let me take you on a magical journey full of arrogance and criticism, the likes of which my non existent resume gives...
As black as an olive pit.
There was something weird about how the air tasted that morning. It was Burnt and smokey, almost like popcorn that had been kept in the microwave ten seconds too long. Since the night before had been so clear and cold, I thought nothing of it. I blamed the taste on old chimney smoke, still floating around, waiting to be blown away by the next gust of wind to come ashore. As the day wore own...
From your Fucking heart, not your fucking wallet. And that’s all I have to say about that.
This website is officially dead.
I just received this in my inbox. “this is embarrassing.. but i get a free bottle every time someone buys one at mangoaff725(dõt)com and these things work better than crack. i friggin lost 15lbs in 2 weeks.. try them. they seriously work like crazy.” Welcome to spam Tumblr…….it’s a bitch
The world can be a horribly disgusting place to live. It’s not because humans are naturally greedy, flawed or born with sin, no. It’s because people tell themselves they are, and use it as an excuse.
I will begin this post how it seems I begin many others. Those of you who take the time to read what I write, know that I haven’t written anything worth while in months. (It seems to be a trend.) The reason I am here today, is to express my growing discontent for what this website has become. The first of my college friends to sign on and tune in, I saw tumblr as a place for personal...
It's becoming ever more apparent,
That the time spent searching for the moments you felt at home, Become the moments of home you want to remember.
Copper in a clover field (pt. 3)(Edit)
Long after his death I stood there, amazed by how it had been twenty years in this body and I was still protecting it. Twenty years of living and I couldn’t spare that bug a week. Twenty years of my reflection staring back and for the first time I watched it change from familiar skin, into something horrible. I watched an Austin take shape with dirty bones and broken skin. I saw Hazy eyes perched...
Copper in a clover field (pt. 2)
When I stood to face my would be aggressor all I could see was the blood sloshing tightly behind his wings. Almost full, I saw urgency in the way he danced against the glass, pounding and pounding, slowly killing himself to taste what made me tick. After an hour, I watched him die. I watched my predator, never knowing that I was prey. I stood bare chested, taunting him with skin old to me, but...
Copper in a clover field (pt. 1)
I awoke to the troubles of invisible men. They were as invisible to me as I was to them, as long as I wasn’t willing to lay in the same place. Their screams, lacking pleasure and full of pain, shook me from a world as real as themselves. I awoke from a dream by a dream. One so lucid I could see depth and distance, but so fake to deny me touch and smell. As I brought what my brain called...
(for the birthday girl and birthday boy, sorry about the delay) In college, either run by a state or a community, there’s a tremendous pressure for us to grow up. We’re fed four year plans and summer school around every corner, and the older we get here the worse we look. Why? Who made the decision that growing up had to happen so fast? We aren’t our Mothers and fathers,...
A piece I wrote for the city if Concord.
[ I wrote this for the “city talk” newsletter, and for the city’s activity guide. They may chop it up, so i’m putting it up here in it’s original format.] Growing up in parks and recreation I always loved the responsibility my mom and dad had. Seeing them running from one place to another, having to leave our house past ten at night, I knew early on that recreation...
Torn from the pages of what you call safety, sits an elephant, bigger than the bull you feed us. with it’s weight you’ve broken more bridges than you can burn, you’ve tossed aside more than friends. to you, we were coal. To us, we are gold. we meant more than nothing but less than dirt. crushed beneath your feet, we’ve eaten our share and we’ve seen who you...
( inspired by the song “little bird” by the weepies, and artwork by Tatiana Caceres) His wings were broken when the bird touched down. Busted by the year before, broken from the stress and torn from the loss. He came into a new nest with nothing. Scared and alone, he found his home in the dirt. There he could scratch the words of how he felt. He could tell the world his story, and...
A price for pasture
Follow close like a flock of sheep, and tell me what you see. Hills of white, soft and steep. Trampled earth beneath your feet. A reality created by those before, one path leading through one door. The air you breathe is stiff and stale, lungs crumpled, broken and frail. There has to be a way out, a way to break free. A way to stand tall, a way to secede. I need my mountain air and...
I hate you.
There’s blood in the water. It pours in the pitchers, and sits in the sink. It covers your hands and is smeared on your face. However disturbing, but not out of place. You deserve nothing more and so much less. I hope your chest caves in to taste your sin. and wear them like a noose around your neck. I hope you rot like an apple missing a core I hope you loose everything...
a lion led to water
There are bones in my closet. A skeleton, maybe. If this is true, it belongs to no one other than myself. Made up of the Austin who existed before the waterfront adventures, and cold Martinez nights. The Austin whose concept of death hadn’t been challenged and whose eyes were shut tighter than an urn. These, are the bones I choose to keep. Hidden from the world, but not from me. ...
san francisco II
Dear Tourists, The beauty about San Francisco is that we have developed on our own. We existed before the railroads and mining towns. And since that time have been slowly refining our identity. Separate from your east coast sky scrapers, your midwest values and bible thumping, we, until our recent world series victory and a few super bowls in the nineties, haven’t had a sports team...
Another week of sleepless nights, and the fleeting smell of fall
Time between two tracks.
To a close friend, They always tell you that there’s plenty of other fish in the sea. And that leaves us with this assumption that eventually some beautiful little trout will swim up and steal your heart away and give hers in return. But that’s not how it works, and frankly I’m glad it isn’t cause I hate fish. Instead what happens is something more similar to a...
Tales of a Ghost Town.
( The final version, I’ve decided to stop making this into a book, and am leaving it how it is) The hours of driving and staring at the sun beaten black top and broken reflectors had hypnotized me into a conscious, but dreamlike state of mind. I had driven like this before, and actually preferred it when traveling long distances. The lackadaisical mindset meant that instead of...
The rare few of you who actually take the time to read the mind numbingly repetitive jumbles of words that i post on this site (and dare to call articles), know that for the past couple of months I have been stuck in what is arguably the worst case of writer’s block to ever exist. And for that I am very sorry. I’ve spent the last few months struggling to put anything and...
Outside the air is dead. Besides the smell of concrete, the only other sensory sensation available for interpretation is the defining roar of the early morning silence, on the road where civilization and mother nature meet. On one side, Perched on top of a shaved hill stands the clean lines and geometric horizon of human creation. Upright and broad chested, it’s multitude of windows...
A liquid cure.
Today, my blood boiled. The rolling hills that, until recently, not only lined my view but acted as the border of my own personal reality, closed in. Every direction I turned they stood, only this time larger and much closer than I remembered. Like walls, supporting the sky as a roof only feet above my head. I couldn’t breath, And the faster I drove the faster they closed in. So with my...
As jumbled as my thoughts.
I feel foolish. I regret no decision, but only that I didn’t see the future sooner. That I couldn’t stop myself before I, like always, invested more than the bank could handle. Im not surprised, In-fact I think there was a sliver of me that saw it coming. But I had to say it, say everything and get it off of my chest and out of my head. As most of you know that’s where my...
it's fun to pretend
As the bone chilling San Francisco breeze rolls down the Embarcadero, It’s sturdy hand blows and plays with the hair of all the tourists huddled in around the street performers. As they zip their jackets to their chins, and turn to face west, the bright glow of the neon advertisements catch their eyes. Smiling, they lift their heads into the air and follow the recorded music and...
Man Hood What is it that makes a man? Is it his physical development, the width of his shoulders, the amount of shadow in his hair? Could it be emotional, the way he handles and suppresses his emotions, as to be the steady one? Some say the time when a boy becomes a man is clearly marked by puberty. But I don’t see it that way, puberty only shows...
from the depths of insanity
Staring out my window at 3 in the morning the world is a different place. The trees once colorful and sprinkled with cherie blossoms, are now nothing but dark almost detail-less forms. They haunt the corners and crevasses of campus, and smear giant black shadows across the cold, suffocating cement. A few orange lamp posts bring the only light to this dark and somewhat inviting world, and with this...
I always thought it was fake, when in a cartoon the boy trying to talk to this beautiful girl, ties his tongue in a knot. I remember laughing at it, and telling myself, that couldn’t and wouldn’t ever happen to me. Well it’s happened, and what’s even worse is my brain has been entangled in the knot as well. My shaking grows stronger, just holding a hand It twitches and...
saw beauty today. So elegant, so gorgeous and it had the biggest smile. A smile that lit up the room and the faces of every one in it, a smile that grabbed me by the cheeks and made me smile too. So naturally pleasing it stopped my heart, my breathing, and time. Lined by the lips of a goddess, skinny but so full, so soft a pink, so gentle, so kind. based by the cutest chin, and a jaw line so...