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Goddess.
To be miserable, or not to live in misery -- that is the question.
Look back. Look forward. Woman, can you not see that I am strained? Push, pull, mix, rinse and repeat. These are the days of our lives, so we'd better make damn sure things are going to turn out fine. Offer me some wine, of just suck the vine dry and whine ... a bit more. She never gave me a chance to explain as she speaks in verse and offers no tangible sign of solution. Can she not converse in universe?When we were both younger, and, perhaps, far less experienced, ideals involving self-destruction seemed so interesting. I remember the dark eye-shadow days and Victorian era outer wear. Things were somehow painfully fragile, but far more interesting. The air would buzz amidst stringing desire and games of "who can cluster fuck who better," but this is all gone -- wasted away like the fragile summer days of a restless youth.I still need you. I need you more somehow lately and I blame it on internal decay and self-imposed suffering. Or, at the very least, I blame it on functionality and the cruelty of age. You have gotten under my skin and aged with me. We no longer blossom, we thrive. We clasp life (together) in our fragile and aged hands like children running around a maypole: eager and willing to try it out a bit longer.I love logical things. You are not logical. I love mathematics. You are not theory. No, my dear; you are complexity worth holding onto and keeping around uncharted destinations.--copelinnposted 2007-10-03 in blog 239 views add comment -
Sleep sofa cyanide. (Short two)
You tell me how it is that I should think, or what it is that I should say to you. You always find a way to disappoint me or tell me lies. If there was anything that I’d care to admit, it would that you provided far too much safety and I enjoyed it too much. You like to think that you can get blood from a stone. You like to think that you are infinitely wiser than I am, but I let you think that. I toy with you and get your defenses down and then insert cancer into that big and perfect bloodstream of yours.
It bugs me sometimes that you perceive yourself as intelligent and you always try to take things that don’t belong to you. Sometimes I feel crazy for not understanding or liking you. I feel like that one insane person with “fragile” tattooed across a lifeless grey body. You make me feel so cold when I think about things. But, I know your tricks to gain my sympathy or attention and this cold nature actually provides sustenance sometimes, even if it can feel empty more often than not. What happened to me? I used to be excited and hopeful. I used to be more than a useless shell. What happened? I used to say ‘Carpe Diem’ and mean it, but now I just regret tomorrow before it happens. You hate the way that I look at you. Looking at you the way I do makes you feel guilty. Looking at me makes you feel sickness, like cancer, inside your bloodstream. This is a non-tangible future without working parts and a pair of broken street signs – like the aftermath of a holocaust only less bright. I reload the gun again – tapping the inside of my glass with my nicotine stained index finger.
posted 2007-10-03 in blog 199 views add comment -
Misplaced garden hose (short number one)
He knew that he would break absolutely if she pulled out his name again. Many times, often recklessly, she would forget that she was the sole reason for his self-doubt and loneliness. The world felt somehow less, but still he remained optimistic even because she had finally allowed him to walk away and get on with his life. She was a deep hurt and he had fallen out of reality somehow and he really just wanted to get back whatever the fuck it is that she decided to take away. He takes a drag of his cigarette. The sting pulls down his throat and fills each tiny air sack over and over. He thinks about her face – a bad move – but he gives into the envelopment that is nostalgia. The bright blue sky is trying to pull the day along and fill those whom walk below it with a false sense of hope and, perhaps, a possible bit of disjointed pride. It is summer in this vision, about the end of June, and the sun is unseasonably cooler. He pulls up into that doorway again, and, despite his best attempt, falls and over a misplaced garden hose. “Why did they leave that there.” He thinks to himself as walking toward the door, her door. He takes another drag of his cigarette and the salt from his lips somehow makes a path to his tongue. He can see her face, in the vision, just as the sting starts again and his brain hurts. The fucking terrific level of noise inside his mind pinned him down and made him feel like lead and he wanted to fly, to be free.posted 2007-10-03 in blog 199 views add comment -
Some of my personal politics.
I caught a documentary about a town called Libby, Montana the other day. The town, which has been ravaged by asbestos related health issues, has been essentially stuck in the middle with respect to fixing the issue. The WR Grace company, which promptly filed for bankruptcy protection after they were found to be responsible for the disaster in a court of law, has walked away and left the town to figure it out themselves. The utterly infuriating part of the entire ordeal is the fact they are still a multibillion dollar company that has simply moved assets to other puppet companies within the corporation itself. The EPA has stepped in to help but, with budget cuts from the Bush Administration toward the EPA, Libby was left to figure it out for themselves. The neighboring town of Troy has shown an increased level of contamination as well. The problem is growing and something needs to be done, and soon.
The New Digital Sound is as much about politics as it is about muzik. We have always supported issues such as human rights, animal rights, environmental responsibility and so forth. We are pleased to announce that we are working with Amnesty International to raise money and awareness to aid in the struggle for human rights, by donating a portion of the profits raised from our new album "Species Protector." Areas like Darfur, Iraq, China and right here in the United States are guilty in some way of violating basic human rights. This practice HAS to end. In a perfect world, governments and corporations would treat human beings with equality and respect, but, on some level this is just not happening.
What we have decided to do is to be proactive and try to help. Why? Because, we believe in human rights. (t) nds has always been the little indie that could, and, in our own way, we have connected with people from all over the world through our muzik. So we are proud to be part of a growing consciousness on this planet to change a facet of someone else's life. We are not naive. We are not on an ego trip. We are NOT trying to move units and gain further interest in this band. What we are doing is trying to help people to help themselves. We are trying to impact some part of the world that has been forgotten or trampled upon by governments and corporations. We are taking a stand to change something by spreading awareness and contributing funds to those that help. That is why we are so excited to be working with Amnesty International to help fight global injustice.
Here's how it works:
You buy "Species Protector" stuff -- CD's, MP3's, Merchandise -- and we donate a portion of the profits to Amnesty International. But, we don't just take your money and claim all of the credit -- this is what corporations and governments do. Rather -- if you choose to be included -- we submit your name (along with all the others that have purchased our products) to Amnesty International, along with our contributions. Why? Because we believe in the power of numbers. We believe that 5,000 voices speak louder than ours.
Thanks for reading.--copelinn
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www.thenewdigitalsound.orgposted 2007-10-03 in blog 193 views add comment