Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

dusty jewl.

i dont know what it is i want
but i know what i don't want.

because you know you wanna know....

. Mac Lethal X Mike D's car .
. tip your bartender .
. for my love of PORNkins .
. Lovin' .
. s'more lovin' .
. Me as the Pickle Predator doin' the robot on tha clock .

i'm talking about the blues!



I walked 47 miles on barbed-wire,

Cobra-snake for a necktie.
Built a house by the roadside,
Made of rattlesnake hide.

Brand new chimney up on top,
Made out of human skulls.
Come on baby take a walk with me,
Tell me who do you love?


Who do you love, now?
Who do you love, now?
Who do you love, babe?
I say: Who now, who do you love?

Tombstone head and a graveyard mind,
Just 22 and I don't mind dying.
Rode around the town with a rattlesnake whip,
Come on baby don't give me no lip.


smooooooth is....


"...got a black magic woman, tryin' to make a devil out of me"

tha god.

Thursday, September 23, 2010

Lego Lover.


A viedo from my birthday one or two years ago - super excited for my gift.
The most fucked up - vurrrrry silly - vurrrry drunk - worst nosies out of my mouth
- so much laughter - wild and crazy kids!
I by far have the worst laugh, makes me sound like i'm dying. Aces.
+

video

NWA stands for:

Anthony Capobianco niggas with arsenals Victoria Petrone Nigga With Aids.
Anthony Capobianco niggas with applesauce
Tommie Michaels no niggas whip ass so yall better stop lmao
Anthony Capobianco ninjas will attack
Ryan William Niggas with Attitude.
Liliana Ventura No whales aloud
Anthony Capobianco narcotics will accumulate
Anthony Capobianco nuns work asses
Lauren Groeger niggi's want ass
Victoria Petrone No Whites Allowed.
Anthony Capobianco no whore association
Anthony Capobianco no women assaulted
Victoria Petrone No Whining Allowed.
James McCarthy Need Woman Ass
Anthonny Capobianco nice wisdom above
Marcus Lam Nice white ass
Anthony Capobianco nuclear waste allocation
Victoria Petrone Not Wanting Anal.
Anthony Capobianco nobody wants anal
James McCarthy nervous woman above
Anthony Capobianco nice whores analized
Victoria Petrone Naughty Wild Asians.
Anthony Capobianco nasty whore assassination
Victoria Petrone Not Without Acid.
Victoria Petrone Not Worthy Americans.
Victoria Petrone No Wasting Acid.
Anthony Capobianco nations worst alcoholic
Victoria Petrone No Wisdom Applied.
Victoria Petrone No Wives Allowed.
Megan Kelly Nothing Was Appreciated lol
Megan Kelly Never Wear Abercrombie
Megan Kelly Nice Wittle Apples
Megan Kelly Never Wreck Airplanes
Megan Kelly No We Arent
Victoria Petrone Niggas Wear Akademiks.
Vincent Michael Festa Norwegian Weasel Alcoholics.
Vincent Michael Festa Never Wobble Again.
Vincent Michael Festa Nice Wet Asians.
Vincent Michael Festa Nasty Waldbaum's Alimony.
Billy Werner no way asshole
Vincent Michael Festa Nice work, ASSHOLE.
Vincent Michael Festa Now we're amoebas.
Billy Werner nifty with apparatus
Vincent Michael Festa Not-working Atari.
Anthony Capobianco new world association
Anthony Capobianco never wash anything
Anthony Capobianco nice wide asshole
Anthony Capobianco nails work awesome
Anthony Capobianco nuts will arrive
Anthony Capobianco nuggets will accumulate
Victoria Petrone Need Whiskey Allowence.
Victoria Petrone No Wide Areola's.
Anthony Capobianco no wild animals
Victoria Petrone Noodles with Anchovies.
Victoria Petrone Not Without Afganistan.
Victoria Petrone Niggers Want Anthony.
Anthony Capobianco nobody wants anthony
Victoria Petrone Non White Andre's.
Anthony Capobianco Nicky Was Analized
Anthony Capobianco Nancy Was Assulted
Anthony Capobianco Niggas Were Arrested
Anthony Capobianco Niggas Were Africans
Billy Werner nasty women allowed
Billy Werner ninja warrior association
Anthony Capobianco nutrious witches assholes
Victoria Petrone No Woman Able.
Victoria Petrone Nazis Would Ask.
Anthony Capobianco neon white alien
Victoria Petrone No White Arabs.
Anthony Capobianco nazis were amazing
Anthony Capobianco NyQuil was awesome
Anthony Capobianco now were artist
Anthony Capobianco next word accumulated
Anthony Capobianco no women artificial
Anthony Capobianco norwegian wookie accomplice
Anthony Capobianco national whore association
Anthony Capobianco no weiners allowed
Anthony Capobianco nothing was accomplished
Anthony Capobianco nigerians work alot
Anthony Capobianco nigganometry works accurately
Victoria Petrone Ninja's Will Assemble.
Victoria Petrone Nitrogen Will Aflame.
Anthony Capobianco nice word assimilation
Victoria Petrone Nobody Was Alive.
Anthony Capobianco no whores ate
Anthony Capobianco norman was angry
Victoria Petrone No Witnesses Around.
Anthony Capobianco nicest wild alligator
Anthony Capobianco narcissistic whores annihilated
Anthony Capobianco next worthy approach
Greg Sieklicki Nihilistic White Anarchists
Greg Sieklicki Nuclear Warfare, Alright!
Victoria Petrone Noah's Wasted Arch.
Greg Sieklicki Not Without Anuses
Greg Sieklicki Never Wipe Afterwards
Greg Sieklicki Nerds With Arithmetic
Greg Sieklicki Niggas, Whiteys, Asians
Greg Sieklicki No Whipped Asses
Victoria Petrone Neglected White Americans.
Victoria Petrone Never Without Air.
Anthony Capobianco niggnorant whites allowed

+ The best therad I posted on facebook. Some of them were too funny!

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Changing my hair, changing my ways-

yes, the blog has got a new look. :o)

Miami 1969-

Drunken, so far gone, bearded Jim at his best. Live in Miami is hands down, sure shot, my OF ALL TIME favorite "Five to One" versions. This is the infamous Miami concert where it is said the Lizard King exposed his cock! Morrison grew tired of people not listening to his poetic words and being viewed as a "sex goddess" or a drunken musician. Morrison wanted to be known as the poet he is. You can truly hear just how fucked up he really was and how the background music is so distorted.  And the rage in his voice and rath of what he really is trying to say.

"You're all a bunch of fuckin' idiots...Lettin' people tell you what you're gonna do! Lettin' people push you around! How long do you think it's gonna last?! How long are you gonna let it go on?! How long are you gonna let them push you around?! How long?! Maybe you like it! Maybe you like being pushed around! Maybe you LOVE IT! Maybe you like getting your face stuck in this shit! C'mon! Maybe you love getting pushed around! YOU LOVE IT DONT YA, YOU LOVE IT. You're all a bunch of slaves! Letting everybody push you around! - What around gonna do about it?! What are you gonna do about it?! What are you gonna do about it?! What are you gonna do about it?!What are you gonna do about itttttttt?! What are you gonna do about itttttttt?!  What are you gonna do?! What are you gonna do?! What are you gonna do?!!!!!"

Give it a listen, you'll be amazed and promised a laugh at how genius he is! Truly a fuckin' movement!



6:45 update after already being posted: My mom got mad when i opened our sliders to our backyard
and recitiedscreaming all of "YOU'RE ALL A BUNCH OF FUCKIN' SLAVES" and so on...she got mad.

Honors.



Two powerful figures, One classic!

Tuesday Morning-

Today was really funny; to me at least. I woke up from a weird ass dream, something about me singing somewhere. But I woke up from that and instantly was like "what the fuck." Then I was instantly mad because I wasn't ready to get up, and for some reason my brother was home. Who than began to ring the front door in a gross exaggeration of 20 times. So now i'm forced to wake up and open the door and begin my day. So it began. In my stone washed jeans, combat boots, V neck, fannel vest, hair parted in the middle and uncombed...and no plan I headed to Manhassest for GOD KNOWS WHY! From there I went to the "Americana  Mall" and for those who don't know, it's an outdoorsy UP THE FUCK SCALE a ray of stores. Here's a taste for your thirsty self: Parda, Micheal Kors, Channel, Osar De La Renta and so forth. As i'm walking around laughing to myself at the type of people here and working here, i'm thinking how much of the fucking Twilight Zone this place truly is. Now I'm walking and walking acting like i know just what the fuck i'm doing here (even know i haven't the slightest clue) when all of a sudden - on the fancy path i was on - a 5 star legit lunch/dinner setting is taking place....with 3 chiefs in there white crisp lab like coats and serving these luxurious locals. What do I do...after taking in what the fuck is actually going on 5 steps ahead of me.....? I WALK THROUGH THE FINE WINE AND DINE THAT IS CURRENTLY GOING ON! Heads arose from their $500 sirloin steaks. Looking back, 'the correct and normal' thing would have been to walk around onto the 'driving/walking' area rather than disturbing the meal. These people must have gotten just as good as a laugh as i did. Just from my outfit. I found myself hysterically laughing to the point i sent a text message to Brandon because I needed to share my laughter with someone. Now that that was enough to make me get the fuck up out of there, I got into my car and lit up a once smoke joint, that was well needed after that bizarre encounter. So now my plan was....Ok let's go to the most complete end of where i am that is the most out of the way for a day with nothing planned. I go to Northport, why? again I have not a clue. Northport is a fake town to me. 2 years or so ago i used to be there a lot, i associate it with dumber days. So I sometimes have a love/hate for Northport. And shut up, "Northpo" is so lame. Don't be caught saying that, suckers. Now I'm in the town of Northport with no plan - so i decided to park my car and walk around. Got coffee and shopped, minus the fact i'm semi broke. I walk into a store and like the impulsive Aries that i am - I HAVE TO buy this iron flowered cork screw stopper thing for my mom. It jumped up at me and made me think of my Mother earth of a mom so i got her it. Not something I normally do but apparently i get stoned and buy people things.....see, us stoners never do anybody wrong! I'm rambling, I'm aware. So i purchase my item but can't keep focus because the little cute store i was in was so homey and decorated so great to the point i had to say something. I began talking to the owner who later tells me how her husband was the master mind behind his empire. I totally dug his story. I thought for sure it would be the other way around judging by just how nicely and well thought out it truly was. I'd say it was a pleasant zinger on their part! I told them how it inspired me and how i liked being apart of their own little world, just by purchasing a gift. I think thats part of why I got Mother Earth something. I liked knowing they were an independent good hearted people making a honest living that I enjoyed giving my money towards what they do. Even if i'm broke as shit right now - ha. My mood is very content, relaxed, with a 'home' like feeling running through me. Very simple day, for a openly-closed mind. Now eat shit and die. hahahaha I re read this before i posted it and it made me think how 'up beat' it sounded that when i literally got to the end i said "now eat shit and die" that i had to add. Oh, brain you are so weird. FIN.

Monday, September 20, 2010

JM


"But I tell you this man, I tell you this, I don't know whats gonna happen man, but I wanna have my kicks before the whole shit house goes up in flames!" - James Douglas Morrison.

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Rusted Root!



+ Current favorite, again.

Welcome back Modest Mouse.

The once rained out show rescheduled for yesterday was a sucess! Such a good show - Isaac Brock  is the lead singer, guitarist, banjoist, and songwriter of Modest Mouse and is the brains of the band. He is such a weirdo! So much talent, that was even more present when seeing them live. He is so dreamy on the banjo.
Anywho, here's a few flicks:

. good tunes and good sitting grass .
. i has dimples yo .
. favorite picture of us taken, we look like funny liddo creatures! .
. ground hair .
. lights .

peekchures.

. good eats - fesitval foods .
. Marshall Tucker Band .
. buffed teeth! .
. explosions in the sky .
. Weeping Willow fireworks are my favorite! .
. !!! .
. A sacred night, where we'll watch the fireworks .
.matching: gray hoodies, left side braids, dangling earrings, jeans and moccasins...unintentional.

. differently the same .
. stepping stones .
. Our spot for countless years now .
 
. This sky, too, is folding under you. And it's all over now, Baby Blue .
. greens .
. sad docks .
. personal favorite .
. inviting? .
. out of focus daisy fields .
. our thrift shop ugly sweater party .

the good times are killing me.

I've been having such wonderful days. Over the weekend I took a trip back home to CT.
Spent much needed time with my dear friend Lisa. It's amazing how similar we are - and how we are able to go back to the way things have always been between us despite the distance. I've never known another with a warmer heart such as hers. My whole time spent was filled with laughs and good times. Made me feel real honored to have such a great soul as my best friend. Lisa is the one person I can truly say knows me better than I know myself. The minute I got there, we were already matching...freaky!  We went Downtown Danbury and checked out "The Taste Of Danbury" where the Marshall Trucker Band played. A sure home for the two of us, in our glory. They were seriously great - so much significance. The next day we spent the morning giggling in the attic and watching Joey putt holes in ones(?) Ate at Bagel Man, home of the BEST morning foods. We went thrift shopping where I got the most awesome stuff! I spent a total of $14.00 on: the best Indian sweater, off the shoulder poncho that I am truly obsessed with! It has a huge pocket on one side, fringe and is the MOST comfortable...I need the cold weather! I bought a scarf, another grandpa vest this time with beads and another sweater. I also got my old Photography camera back while I was visiting! It's a Konica Minolta Maxxum 70 all film camera - truly a gem. After shopping we stopped by our old dock by my old house we used to chill at. Shot some pictures, sat, talked. Relived old times for a bit. We then went to my favorite spot to eat in all of CT. It's a little place called "Texas Taco" I wish I could have taken pictures, but RoseMary frowns upon such. Also, the minute you get through the bizarre landscape, the front door reads "No Photos!" A big ol' slap in the face i really wanted to type "slap of de bass mon!" Umm...Yeah, it's a small 3 roomed place that is one big acid trip. With huge black and white checkered floors, an a collection of everything you could ever imagine thrown around on the walls - it really is an organized mess. There is so much art and creativeness, that you are literally overwhelmed by all of it. But the way RoseMary designed everything, you could tell was really thought out...even though it is all RANDOM AS FUCK. Lisa and I felt the best way to describe it is, one big "I SPY ROOM." I forgot to mention the live monkey that was once apart of the atmosphere. That changed. Now there's a taking Parrot.
The food is great, well...the 4 options you can choose from. I always get the burritos. Scrumptious. I forgot it even talk about Rosemary. You can literally read her story on the wall - but she is an older lady, I want to say upper 50's...purple hair, crazy brows and make up...coolest clothes and jewelry! She started her business just selling Taco's in NYC with her cart and blue hair....the cart is on the front lawn of the place. As time went on (I'm giving the most half assed story) her business grew and became famous for her tacos. A restaurant later and now a little 3 roomed place she is still doing her thing! Later we got Dunkachino's - again, haven't had that in years and boy was it delish! All the little things made our day so great, we kept laughing and saying how much we ruled. From the food to the weather...everything was just so simple and great. We've never been much to please. With the sun going down and my energy fading, my stay came to an end.
:(. When I got home, Mama had a bowl of warm potato soup waiting for me. What a perfect ending to a perfect day! :)

+ pictures to follow!

Friday, September 10, 2010

webcammin' wonders.

. my wizard fingers .
. hand picked songs for my dearest friend in CT! .
. a horrible look, and a book from Joe! .
. parallel .
. my $10 peru made, thrift shop bought, grandpa vest that warms my heart! .
. ladyofthespells .
. gysp .
. vintage vibe .

+

Desperately in need...of some...stranger's hand.

Just when I was getting lost in unwelcome thoughts in my head-
Joe and Lisa shaked me up.
For joe, it was an act of his wise words, pick me up's and a critical stance!
With Lisa, she sent me a piece of home. She sent me 'Can't you see - Marshall Tucker Band.'
True classic annnnnnd they are in Connecticut for Taste of Danbury. I'm hoping to get out there.
Two of my best.<3

...Let's swim to the moon

"...You got fishes, for your friends, you've got pearls for your eyes.You got water all around you...you sinkin'! you going way on down! Wayyyy down!"





There are legit over 600 Doors songs on my computer, each being a unknown treasure.
But this is one of my favorite 'Moonlight Drive' bizzarre edition of the Matrix boxset.
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Thursday, September 9, 2010

leaf left loaf.

i'm so not inspired lately.







i think i'm going to watch the leaves fall.

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

ketchup with me.

all i do is dance and go to festivals, meet new people, twist, john blaze, drink your beer and make ya laugh....i've been dominating life so hard lately. I'm where i want to be, with who i wanna be.

. free beer!.
. feast of friends .
. Festival fun .
. the sun was high, and so was i .
. Sun goes down .
. Litte moon begin to rise .
. Bluepoint .
.  i can't see your face in my mind .
. Bradstock 2010 .