~steal-sheep

I remember getting intimidated and busted at age 13 by the police.
I remember my friend Tate Bryan getting shot in the back in Tampa, FL for his first-offense burglary.
I remember the police firing at the crowds and killing children cause they were the wrong color.
I remember the narcs from my high school trying to set me up for a big fall.
I remember the police bringing dogs into our school and sniffing away my rights.
The police is the klan is the mafia and they're out for me, and soon they're going to be out to get you, so you better get going if you know it's good for you and take your stand.

MDC MDC MDC

MDC stands against the police repression, brutality, the macho inferiority and ignorance that incourages people to take a job where they can legally kick ass on the poor, minorities, women, homosexuals, use the law to strip all of their dignity. Who hasn't unnecessarily suffered at the hand of the army of the rich?

The police are the German Shepherds, the strong arm of the mind enforcers, the principal political and religious leaders who enforce conformity to one's own culture which has been reduced to the programmed set of behaviour and roles. With their repression, through fear and guilt, they control over society, turn us into rats fighting in a maze against each other to gain their piece of cheese, as they smugly look on from above. Socialism for the rich, capitalism for the rest of us.

Here within, the anti-brotherhood is created and perpetuated. Hate queers, niggers, foreigners, women, non believers, ourselves...We all learn to fear the authority. They say the only way to deal with it is to gain a piece of the power structure. So be a cop, a lawyer, a soldier, a businessman. Take their power and use it against your brother. Even well intentioned seekers of power for justice are obverted and compromised. We need to be rid of these demagogues, the pompous hair shirted sooth sayers who are in the position to initiate positive changes but instead repress it to perpetuate their rule. There's no God in heaven so get off your knees,

Fuck the Multi-Death Corporations
with their Misguided Devout Christians
We're going to fight until there's Millions of Dead Capitalists
Millions of Dead Congressmen
Millions of Dead Cops
who've caused the pain and misery of
Millions of Dead Children

ANARCHY, INDIVIDUALISM, SOCIAL CONSCIOUSNESS, EQUALITY, LIBERTY

I guess I'm back. Sooooo much time spent sitting around idle, figure I might entertain myself with some deviantart.

Good to talk to those of you still around. I don't make a lot of art anymore, but sometimes.

For those of you following along: There's this radio station in Minneaoplis that transmits from the U of M about 70 miles in all directions during sunup. It's called Radio K and it's 770 am. They're an independent radio station so they operate mostly on donations and grants and volunteers. Last summer I applied to volunteer on their Saturday morning show called The Breakfast Club; it's a show run by high school kids from around the cities. Well, I got in and am now a part of the Breakfast Club and you can listen to me DJ every Saturday morning from 9-10. This Saturday 11/11, is going to be my first time on the air and they're going to interview me. So tune in and request some songs if you want.

I've got a few new songs on Myspace:
Lost Number, Forgot Name - Written by me about a month ago
Super Spacey - Written by me last summer, recorded 2 weeks ago
BECK TruckDrivin Ne - A cover of Beck's 'Truck Drivin Neighbors Downstairs' off Mellow Gold
Improv Baby Blue Ma- An improvisation between Matt Johnson (guitar/vocals) and me (vocals).

I wrote a few more versechorusverse songs.

I found my body on the bathroom floor
Now it claims it can take no more
Open the door for a breath of fresh air
What you see now is all that's still there
She married him and they've got seven kids
You'd be surprised how ironic that is
I was planning on just going to bed
But she got caught up in my head again

Again.. ahh..

She took my water and she took my tools
She took advantage of all of the rules
I'll get her back at her funeral
I'll leave my number in the urinal
I hope your soul can read in braille
And I hope you die before these words turn stale.

I threw out my wallet when I lost my job
Landed in the meat loaf that I ate last nite
I took a walk to digest my thought
The rest of my nite got lost

The whole world's unwound tonite
We're playing underground
The whole world's coming down tonite
We're playing underground

I lost ambition when I met my grave
Left alone for a couple of days
My alien abducter gave me her number
Maintain your life diet and exercis

A semi-cheesy 4-chord acoustic guitar song:

I'm not far from knowing you
I'm just avoiding the law -
and avoiding the truth
I'm gonna take a break
from taking breaks
I'm gonna abuse all that's at stake

I asked for your name and you gave me the time
It's all worth the same, to you it's not a dime
If junkies had brains I'd be losing my mind

I can't even stay awake now
The room is seeming way to fake now
Just give me one more day now
To pay up my shit and learn how to pray now

Some tight rhymes i didn't realize i wrote in night school:

Yeah, i'm taking my time - writing this rhyme
Just cause my head can't keep up with my mind
Words on paper are dancing in lines
Tapping a time - It tempos my mind
Now, I like to throw you a new word
One that you've probably never heard
Got more letters than you can count
Do you even know what i'm talking about?
Sitting on a log and packing a pong
That's the kinda shit you just can't go without

Double-space on the page the my pen hits the stage
Where it's fucking just writing whatever
I'm just fucking writing whatever
You don't even know, you can't even know
How this shit even goes
You could let it blow your system,
Or you could let it blow your nose

The shit I write fucking makes you itch
Cause I write it while I'm fucking your bitch
But damn, take a hit
It's alright man, I've heard your shit
Even though you sound like a greyhound in heat
I'll still let you rip this sheeeeeet

I'm a cold, dying breed of what our fathers told us not to be.
Yeah, that's me; the one who's causing all the grief.
Making children run 'cause i'm a numb junkie.
I don't even own a gun, and i'm all about the peace.

What color does a frog bathe in
I better lose my mind before it all caves in
You lost my number and forgot my name
That's okay cause I fuckin did the same thing
I, I, I-I-I
You really make me want to die

You really make me want to die


Go to my MySpace if you want to hear that in a recorded song version called "Lost Number Forgot..."