dear lord, this is amazing. i danced to this for 4 days straight after scoring some super dope meth from my boy ricky. seriously, i dj'd in chicago in 96 and there was a whole room dedicated to this stuff. gabber. white kids gone wild. it's like hardcore, ja? fucking slayer + bugs bunny samples. now i like slayer, and i like bugs bunny, but not together and not at 220 bpms.
went to go see jan jelenik tonight and it was good actually. nice mix of live and electronic. i wanted to yell out techno ueber alles, but would of felt bad for my german brothers.
mavs lost tonight. i think i've watched a total of 10 minutes of the playoffs, though i still want them to win. i'm kind of into just horns stuff.
what else. i've got a radical argentinian print by some fella names luis freisztav, courteousy of the big guy.
and then i may go have coffee with the girl who's name rhymes with the other girl.
school starts friday. i'm kind of ready. child psychopathology.
- posted by im lauf der zeit. @ 1:15 AM0 comments
Monday, May 29, 2006
patterns so yeah, this place is crap. it's been a while and i'm certain the approval ratings of my loyal fanbase (you) is in the dumps. i have, however, been substituting text with videos and photos over at the san pedro times. not that i'm much for writing, it's that when i'm not thinking about school-related topics, my mind is pretty much a blank these days. unless i happen to be a little bit tipsy, then all of a sudden i'm a ball of social wonder. and if i've had too much to drink, i become brash and think i'm cooler than my already non-cool self. somehow, people don't notice when i'm blotto. especially when it's the fuzz - i got pulled over last night and thank god for budweiser! if it wasn't for their poop-infused hops, i would've spent the night in jail. i believe i was rockin 5 beers and i felt completely sober, if this would've been any other beer, the motto woulda been blotto. it was pretty weird, i wasn't even concerned about the alcohol, rather a possible warrant for not showing up on a court date. to all the wonderful ladies that may now be having 2nd thoughts about me fathering their child, here me out. i went to the first court date to fight a ticket, you know, stick it to the man and i waited for about 4 hrs before they told me they'd have to reschedule. well, their reschedule didn't quite mesh with my lack of organization and the date came-went. this was quite a while ago, almost a year, so i'm thinking i got lost in the shuffle. i've even checked online for the county warrant list - two daniel garrisons, but none fitting the description of the current author.
what have i been up to you ask? school. it's been good, took a bit of adjusting which i expected, but it flew by and i've got plenty more to go.
i went to the yellow-bike project's 9 year anniversary party this past saturday. an art event, benefit, music, alcohol, food, etc. i entered a customized trashcan that i turned into a coloring book. connect-the-dots gingerbread man, syringes, beer, a maze, a cat talking to the moon, and other random images my untrained azz could draw. i did get help from camper, she is a real artist. painted it all up saturday, attached a 64 color box of crayons and dropped it off. i think people enjoyed coloring it, plus it had function. so i'm hanging out and i run into this girl i briefly met on the dancefloor a few weeks prior. we had a nice conversation and then i said we should hang out again sometime. well, i sort of remembered that her name was familiar to me, plus it isn't common to my knowledge - rena. well, that name just so happens to rhyme with this other girl i had a bit of a hangup on, you just had to switch the re with li. and then i also had a gina a while back. and recently, it seems at least the last 4 have all had symptoms or diagnosis in the fun world of bipolar mood disorder. fun girls, hectic relations. so that has had me bugged. plus i've been running in several situations recently relating back to said hangup. anyways, when rena gave me her number, she also wrote her last name on there which is the exact same as l to the i. radical. i said "man, your name's kind of freaking me out" and then gave a a vague explanation. it's just kind of weird, real weird actually. she seemed nice and smart and most importantly, she didn't have any signs of unstable which is a good thing.
i think that's it. see you in a year.
- posted by im lauf der zeit. @ 9:21 PM3 comments
Thursday, June 23, 2005
all your dreams are over now
so this is gonna be my new steez, premeditated style alteration. it's time to start rockin that gangsta 'it again. bangin'. juan, fred-dogg still got any gear for a neighbor? i'd get a mini-truck, though i'm not sure they make them small wheels anymore.
life's been pretty these days. insomnia has subsided, stress levels down to a functioning level. school's going well, i'm assuming it's cause it's summer, so i'm still anxious about the fall + what that may brang, it should be really real, son.
been rolling on my new bike, swimming, readin'/writin', artin' (sort of), movie watchin'. i went and watched rebel without a cause and east of eden for the first time the past 2 nights, they're showing classics at the paramount. with my new gangster persona i'd have to say they better start projectin' some a that gangsta 'it, boyz + menace, bet! i was surprised at how good they were, colors, direction, acting, yep, ahuh.
i think the next time i write it'll have to be on drugs or drunk, cause i'm boring the 'it out me as well.
listen to my 9mm go...
[D-Nice] Aiyyo, aiyyo Kris they know the rules Hahahahaha, yeah ya don't stop (say what?) A-ya don't stop (BDP in the house) a-ya don't stop (Check it out, check it out...Yo, D!) Yo bust it, yo yo Kris hold on Let me give a shout out to some people, aight bust it A Scott LaRock, and ya don't stop A Sammy B, and ya don't stop A Mister Cee, and ya don't stop A Cool V, and ya don't stop Evil E, and ya don't stop A Easylee, and ya don't stop A DJ Scratch, and ya don't stop A Spinderella, and ya don't stop Jam Master Jay, and ya don't stop A PA Mase, and ya don't stop So yo Kris, my mellow my man yo Get on the mic and do the best you can
Verse One: KRS
Well, the teacher comes to you, in effect From a different style, a whole different sect I inject, force and intellect When I hit the mic, suckers hit the deck I come correct and practice what I preach I don't pimp you or rule you I teach Come through the doors and slap up whores Ordering them to put back on their drawers Cause, I run their pimp When I leave he leaves with a limp Shrimp, I got the tartar sauce Never underestimate the power of the force of the intellectual KRS-One I don't think yet my job is done, because I stand alone while others have to verify Just why they are thought to be fly Makin the public believe that they are way up in the sky Sort of like a rap superguy But I, horrify and terrify the super duper rap guy Because you're SOFT as a lullaby While they sit on their throne lookin Well I'm walkin in the streets of Brooklyn Or Harlem and Queens and Bronx and I'm even out there walkin in Compton Cause everywhere BDP is schoolin So anywhere, KRS is coolin I'm not foolin, cause no, I'm not a fool Don't act stupid boy, you know the rules
[D-Nice] Word, aiyyo Kris, they act like they don't know the rules But yo, I tell you what Yo get on the mic and tell em what makes up KRS-One YaknowhatI'msayin? Huh, and ya don't stop
Verse Two: KRS
Yo, from off the sidewalk I grab the mic and talk Born nineteen-sixty-five in the state of New York My name is Kris Parker, KRS-One for short I slap up crews and rock parties for sport Lived on the streets about eight years straight There I got my education and learned to debate So when I pick up the microphone I know what I'm sayin Education doesn't come from simply obeyin the curriculum, of the school criteria In fact what I learned I found inferior I'm not a Muslim but I do support them My Father in heaven taught me and taught them I'm not a Christian, but I won't diss em I'm not a Jew, I don't practice Judaism I'm not a Buddhist, but Buddha's a master I don't eat beef pork nor Diet Shasta Reason for this is very simple indeed When it comes to music everybody's in need You got wealthy artists spendin money loosely You ask about the culture, they talk 'bout Gucci Metaphysics, the science of life And how to live, free from strife Walk with ease, and no disease Understand that I am the breeze And the trees, oceans and seas And the B and the D and the P's Suckers try it, but I don't buy it When I speak you seek to stay quiet Shut up! What what? You better stay cool And heed the warning boy, you know the rules!
[D-Nice] Ah one two yeah, and ya don't stop Ah three four (say what?) and ya don't stop Ah five six (pop pop) and ya don't stop Ah seven eight (get down) and ya don't stop Aiyyo yo Kris, this goes out to all them house nigga (foot shufflin) moonshine (hamhock eatin) pickled-pig tuggin (tap dancin) jheri curl activist (program directors) That don't wanna play rap music (that's right, ya know what?) Yo, ya know the rules Ha, ha-ha hah!
- posted by im lauf der zeit. @ 11:36 AM0 comments
Friday, June 10, 2005
Mannequin
[E B A]
[D A G]
You're a waste of space No natural grace You're so bloody thin You don't even begin
To interest me, not even curiosity It's not animosity, it's just you don't interest me
You're an energy void A black hole to avoid No style no heart You don't even start
To interest me, not even curiosity It's not animosity, it's just you don't interest me...
- posted by im lauf der zeit. @ 10:42 AM0 comments
Saturday, June 04, 2005
the messiah has risen
Your butt is mine gonna tell you right
Just show your face in broad daylight. I'm telling you on how I feel
Gonna hurt your mind don't shoot to kill Come on come on lay it on me all right. I'm giving you on count of three To show your stuff or let it be. I'm telling you just watch your mouth
I know your game what you're about.
Well they say the sky's the limit and to me that's really true
but my friend you have seen nothing
just wait 'til I get through -
Because I'm bad I'm bad - come on
You know I'm bad I'm bad - you know it! You know I'm bad I'm bad - come on
And the whole world has to answer right now
Just to tell you once again who's bad!
The word is out you're doin' wrong
Gonna lock you up before too long. your lyin' eyes gonna tell you right
So listen up don't make a fight! Your talk is cheap you're not a man
Wou're throwin' stones to hide your hands.
Well they say the sky's the limit and to me that's really true
but my friend you have seen nothing
just wait 'til I get through -
Because I'm bad I'm bad - come on
You know I'm bad I'm bad - you know it! You know I'm bad I'm bad - come on
And the whole world has to answer right now
Just to tell you once again who's bad!
We can change the world tomorrow
this could be a better place
If you don't like what I'm sayin'
then won't you slap my face -
Because I'm bad I'm bad - come on
You know I'm bad I'm bad - you know it! You know I'm bad I'm bad - come on
And the whole world has to answer right now
Just to tell you once again who's bad!
You know I'm bad I'm bad - come on
You know I'm bad I'm bad - you know it! You know I'm bad I'm bad - come on
And the whole world has to answer right now
Just to tell you once again who's bad!
You know I'm smooth I'm bad - you know it
You know I'm bad I'm bad baby. You know you know you know it - come on
And the whole world has to answer right now
Just to tell you once again.
You know I'm bad I'm bad - you know it
You know I'm bad I'm bad - you know! You know I'm bad I'm bad - you know it you know
And the whole world has to answer right now
Just to tell you once again. Who's bad?
- posted by im lauf der zeit. @ 1:35 PM2 comments
Sunday, March 27, 2005
a,mbeam
things are winding down, yet heating up at school. annual meetings/paperwork/fun, i'm starting my fafsa application and will be living the govt subsidised life, not to socioeconomically different from yer boy old dirt mcgirt.
i'm excited, it's gonna be a big change + has me locked into austin for a while, which i enjoy.
running sort of started again the past 2 days, hopfully i can get it rolling again by this week.
ambien's kickin in like no joke, i;m havning trouble typing this, which i am throroughly enjoying. it seems the keys are sticling to my fingrtids...i;m fadnig...they work, i wiill be getting y prascrpiton fillrf.
