Learning a New Language (RE: TRV$DJAM - FIX YOUR FACE VOL. 2 - COACHELLA '09)

by Zach Power

Possessed to write into the rainy night
Mix tapes spawned the Saturday that is really Sunday
You say it's a lie that is holding me back from life
No no no it ain't like like that
I'm doing fine
But I could be better with you in front of my eyes
Like right there between my legs
I liked it then
I'd like it now

Jay-Z
I'd like to introduce ya to my baby girl
I don't have the company of her lips so fair
Or her perfect hair
But I can feel and taste her in the air

The Who ooh ooh choo choo the train whistle glistening
Like a magic carpet ride
My mind isn't blind it's divine
I'm fixing my spine by writing these rhymes
Forgive me? Live with me.
Live with these breaths and release all your stress
Boo hoo don't cry don't bother wit that
Rat a tat tat tail spin for the win

Mikey J hey hey whaddya say?
There ain't nothin to be found
Nothin to be found
Feelin' proud

My pops mi madre la dee da
It's all good
My little sis is winning big too if ya need a clue

Raccoon Racoon Raccoon Racoon
Is that how ya spell it?
Is that how you'd like to smell it?
Mixing this with that, tip your hat, don't make it smack, don't make it wack, don't let this pass

Raccoon climbing trees like the King he be
Waving me to be up in this raving party on display
It's right here, where you wanna be
It's right here, where you wanna be

All of my home boys and home girls now ya know
I can't do this without you there, keep it going
All of my home girls and home boys now ya see
This dream can last forever if ya believe
You know and I know
This is when we drop the beat
Slow down the speed
Retrospect like fine dining
Sun shining inside your eyes and wine blessed yes it's been caressed by the Gods I guess

Dafted Dafting gotta give it up to those French gangstas
Boom Boom Bippity Bop
Bodies bouncing between those silky sheets
Lesson learned, dollars earned, smoked down and lit up
Like a larger than life light bulb in the palm of your freaky hand
Cross the river, deliver doozies exuse me excuse yourself
Us Us Us Us Who are we, anyways?

Hey what's up Nicky H?
I never called you that before I thought of this
And the best thing is, I know you like it
When I say it like that
The only reason I had to say it was because you have a good line yeah you told me
"It takes two to feel not so crazy"
Well I hate to be the one to be too crazy
So I left you for a minute so I could come back to say Hey!

All of this because sometimes we feel the same
Sometimes we feel ashamed
Sometimes we like to laugh
Sometimes we let it pass
Sometimes we rock and roll
Sometimes we let it fold
Sometimes we kick it hard
Sometimes we lose the charge
Sometimes we find our spark
Sometimes we get too hard
Sometimes we lose control
Sometimes we hold on tight
Sometimes we cannot fight
Sometimes we sing out loud
Sometimes we bring the sound
Sometimes we let it hang
Sometimes we blow up like the World Trade
Sometimes we let it flow
Sometimes we just explode
Just Explode Just Explode We want it We want it, babe!

Now that's G
Yea for real this is ZP
Lyndon Mesenoyes
You may see a messy noise
I may say no yes
It's funny stuff and good luck
It's breaking down barriers that we built just for the experience
Regulated in the hip hop way
Pay day is just moments away
High times in everybody's favorite escape
Light rhymes for the traveling state of mind
Wait up weight down
Stay up and throw it down
Around the same time as you see her shake it,
She looked back to wink that she heard you blink
Keep those eyes locked on the prize
Keep those eyes up in the sky
Don't go underground too far or else you'll get dirt in your eyes
Keep those eyes locked on the prize
Keep those eyes up in the sky
Don't go underground too far or else you'll get dirt in your eyes

Reply, react, and Remind
Reply, react, and Remind
Reply, react, and Remind
Reply, react, and Remind
Reply, react, and Remind
Reply, react, and Remind
Now Rewind

Yeah, this is for you, DJ AM
Because I didn't know you, but I let your sound hit my ear drums and that shit was tight
For real. I could not fake it if I tried
You're somewhere out there today/tonight
Same thing that brought us you brought these words out onto the page and I'll get it right
Will not stop will not let myself be broken down
No compromises, no surprises, no second life, no second wasted
I'm elevated, we're all related, we're all celebrating
Kings & Queens all around
Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes
It's so loud
It's so loud!
It's all good!
It's all good!

I do not know you in sight
But I know you in sound and thought
You may feel that you have been lost
But I assure you, it's nobody's fault
That the wind blows

Thank You.
1:48am

dreary

dreary

by Zach Power (videos)

19:59

response to "coot" by Curtner and "Mars opposite Pluto means Take control of your finances in this economy " by Levine.

aRtifacts vol. 1

The Ninja Turtle Diet

http://www.myspace.com/theninjaturtlediet

Turtle Power...!

Jazz At The Mercury Café (February 2009)

by Zachary L. Power
revised & edited by Tony & Zach


She asked me to write amazing lyrical nonsense.
I spent nearly half an hour making my way through the sticky suspense.
Holding loosely this pen and decidedly allowing my hot tea space to vent when
Suddenly, the band blasting horns, strings and snare drum began to pack it all up and began to discuss the failing economy.
Through windows, the street was alive with the sound and I saw a bus pass as the reverb resounded, resolving to play nice with my own fleeting thoughts.
Inside, the music played on as if to no cost.
What's lost from the record that spins or is spun?
What dispute can arise from these swells of air?
No ill effect can I trace from the tips of their fingers, and
You would never have known not to look for a singer.

The Color Blue's Mission Statement (April 2009)

by Zachary L. Power
revised & edited by Tony & Zach


Colors work best when they don't have to.
Feel any urge to be a color they will not.

Don't tell me this color makes red appear in your mind.

I will not place belief upon you.

You may have written this in a different color, but I'll insist that this paragraph has spun itself a web around you in the color Blue.

Memorize This (07/12/2009)

by Zachary L. Power
revised & edited by Tony & Zach


You shouldn't have to ask me
What it is that jacks me
All they ever can see
Are air dust flecks that mask me

You say you've listened carefully
But I've just begun to speak
We chase the tail that leads so closely
As you and I pick up speed

I've noticed that you like me
Not so much as I like thee
Water flowing through your seas and gullies
Ferns, caverns, and divine pine trees

Lessons learned in your school highly
Refrain to repeats all too unlikely
These truths explained to not take kindly
To agitated female mosquitoes stinging
Sucking, bleeding holes to feed whole colonies
They bathe and sleep with all eyes widely
Opening into new mornings until nightly
They pray to moons to save their babies

Back in the deep woods of our slavery
We know now what or who wills bravery
This present that you gave me
Will greatly feed me daily

Stripped down to down-filled draperies
I'll lay down with you comfortably
If comfort is what your aim seeks
I'll scope out this whole galaxy

Moments crystallized by unsurprised findings
Comment upon blue-blackened bird seeings
Excuse the altered wording
Unless it was your phrase I'm using

Improvements on home-front sidings
Work our bodies one more to chime rings
Deciding that we've been once cleaning
Memorize this and get back to me

The New Idea - Part Two (07/12/2009)

by Zachary L. Power
revised & edited by Tony & Zach


Straight out of Spain-land
Fate wheeled fortune round again
Listen. You will hear of tales so true
Listen and I will hear yours, too

Nothing ever seemed so cabaret
As when you sang and banged on those ivories
Keeping safe, the bread and medicinas were in the mill while your book bled
Mama was the best woman you ever could have met, and
M.C. Rebel, once in the woods, replied that she brothers Pedro
She is the morning that will not be wasted
Besides, bedside life repels the likes of some strangers

Venture past the thorns and promise me
You'll make it through the Gates of Eternity

"Let the fair eyes guide you"
"Let the fair eyes smile upon you"

She followed her heart through the Rabbit Hold in her bedchamber
For that hole in the wall leads to the dining hall so Hellsome and eyeballs so handsome and flesh so old and un-day-lit that something inside her revealed to her senses complexless dutifully drawing her chalk hand
Unlocking the gold key's home to escape with her shoes on

Oh, brightening moon of freedom, well balanced in the Spanish sky
I've asked you before, and again I'll ask you now to cry
to cry for the fallen
Those struck down, un-badged
To cry for the living
Those held down by our not-Captain
To cry for the fear-struck
those targeted wrongly
To cry for the Mother
She is beautifully tempered

Straight out of our land, my destiny glows
To bring her the fortune that only I bring
And this gospel slogan hymn from within
Is all freestyle expression that we are all dressed in

The valley where trains slide sideways, exploded
These deathless distractions by Anonymous factions
Govern no graces, Unnamed, with no traces
The steam engine's rail cards delivering us riches
To man, woman, child, to receive proper rations

Chica niña dreams of the day when the light will show
She speaks softly of her family's needs
She'll soon know to look up, seeing her own Destiny

Oh, bright moon of rebellion
You cry out for our freedom
I've asked you before and again I'll ask you now to cry
To cry for the fallen
those struck down, un-badged
To cry for the living
Those held down by our not-Captain
To cry for the sickened, the vain, and the wicked
To cry for those of us that, at times, may hunger
To cry for the children that cry out for their fathers
To cry for the children that cry out for their fathers
To cry for our brothers and sisters who wait, still imprisoned
To cry for the lovers who escaped but run recklessly
We cry for the Full Moon
La Luna, La Luna!
We cry for the Full Moon
La Luna, La Luna!

07/12/2009 @ 9:05pm

The New Idea - Part One (07/12/2009)

by Zachary L. Power
revised & edited by Tony & Zach


Here comes the new idea; it's flowing straight through ya
Here comes the new idea; it's flowing straight to ya

Here comes the new idea; it's flowing straight through ya
Here comes the new idea; it's flowing straight to ya

Straight out of Lansing, Michigan
Fate wheeled a fortune round again
Listen. You will hear of tales so true
Listen and I will hear yours too

Nothing ever seemed so commonplace
As when you put the stone back in its place
Dirtied up your shoes, restored his face
La madre y El padre van ya sabes

The doctor warmed her Mama
And chica niña chilled her mama with her frozen feet

Venture past the thorns and promis me
You'll make it through the gates of eternity

She followed her heart through the warm black night's glow
For that night was calling her like a Red farm alarm

Oh, crescent moon of confusion hanging low in the Spanish sky
I'lve asked you and again I'll ask you now to cry
To cry for the fallen
Those struck down, unbadged
To cry for the living
Those held down by our not-Captain

Straight out of our land, my shyness sings
To bring her the fortune that only I bring
And this gospel slogan hymn from within
Is all freestyle expression that you all have dressed in

The arbor where fawns lay to speak with each other
Sweetens in the sunrise until all tree leaves have eaten
Breathe in the wonder up-swept by adventure, and
Breathe out the sensation that haunts like dark playgrounds
The smoldering branches, the faint tune it launches
Perspire not, for legions of of our saviors await past the smoke stacks

She followed her heart to the root of some magic
for the exciting aptitude affording her shiny gold key

Oh, crescent moon of madness hanging high in the Spanish sky
I've asked you and again I'll ask you now to cry
To cry for the fallen
Those struck down, un-badged
To cry for the living
Those held down by our not-Captain
To cry for the sickened, the vain, and the wicked
To cry for those of us that, at times, may hunger
To cry for the children that cry out for their Fathers
To cry for the children that cry out for their Mothers
To cry out for our brothers and sisters who wait, still imprisoned
To cry for the lovers who escaped but run recklessly
We cry for the Full Moon
La Luna, La Luna
We cry for the full moon
La Luna, La Luna!

Words Will (07/12/2009)

by Zachary L. Power

Words will
Always bring vowels to their knees
Sentences will
Always clean up words with towels instinctively

Bring me your proverbs and burn them to ashes
Bury them beside One Million eye lashes

I need you to cut off the pipeline you're pirating
You need to do this too and you'll know why when it's time to

Tickled to see you
We are from afar
With fiber-optic eyeballs and satellite dishes
A real feast will be the release of Ten Thousand tongue twitches
I'll tickle your brain with my diction
I'll stir up your memories in my kitchen
I'll eat your new fiction and sell it as a fraction of what's captioned
Tell me I'm honest and I'll stick to you like the truth does

Words
Always
Sentence Us
No more puppets.

[I missed out on the free Slurpees at 7-11, but the Bright Black Light is no stranger to free Coffees!]

My Goddess (07/12/2009)

by Zachary L. Power

I pray to my Goddess
She is the form and she is the storm
The temptress
I pray to my Goddess
Do make this sound real
Do make these stray notes spray the spokes of your wheels
I pray to my Goddess
She creeps in through each crevice
She sleeps in the Dawn and awakes when the beat trips

Tally Oh! Tally Oh!

I pray to my Goddess
She is the norm and she heeds no warning
The Huntress
I pray to my Goddess
Do make these hands feel
Do make these wayward words into swords that cut granite
Do make your voice known as the tide arrives casually

I pray to my goddess
She transforms light to darkness
She performs open-heart surgery
She reaps gold from the mountains
She reaps gold from the mountains
She sleeps in the Dawn and awakes when the beat trips
I pray to you, Goddess.

Boat For Two (Dead Sea)

by Zach L. Power
July 2009 (most likely)

You're walking on charted territory
The habitat is mapped out with a hidden track
I come to offer altered plans
I come to make your juicys dance
Your juicys your juicys I come to make your juicys rumble
Quick to the mumble
I'm fronting this
Straight running this
No stunting this
Hear the thunder hiss
With a sugar kiss
Question this and rest less
For this darkness is relentless tests
And I'm itching just to fix this
Divisional description
All non-fictional chemical that's churning out
Squeezed lemon juice and so pure in youth
We grew immune yet still in tune
We grew too soon to
Ruined less into it less yes
But necessity recesses incessantly
Respected thee with less questioning

Baby, ya gave me nothing
Yea nothin I could keep
Nothing I could keep
You didn't give me a thing

Yeah you talk about something Important
That's why I had to smile
Every word
I'll send you to a pretty place
Ain't nothing to be found

Along The Dark Highway

by Zachary L. Power
Summer 2007


6/18 6/19

I will not get in line to sign
Onto a war that is not mine
I will not give you everything I have
So you can watch your profits climb

There is a promise that I have made
And I will ride it to the grave
Along the dark highway til I'm home again
I'll keep you flowing through my veins

I walk around the same old streets
When everyone else is asleep
I feel you in the air when the moon is full
I only write so you can read

All the faces in this crowded room
Are floating clouds and rolling dunes

What will you say?

by Zach L. Power
circa 2007

What does pouring your heart out feel like?
How do you feel now with no doubt in sight?
Truth sounds so sweet and you play it so nicely
Don't look at the end of the end of the page although it may be enticing

The words seem so close
What will you say
The words are so close
What will you say?

Are you really here in front of me?
Breathing so slowly, unknowing
Created from innocence, yes
No question, no answer responding
Flowing and glowing

The Neighbors (08/06+08/07)

"The Neighbors"
by Zachary L. Krebiehl Power

Green August grass 4
It's going to last 5
The first signs of brown 5
The leaves on the ground 5
Trees of all different kinds 6
Dancing in place in 4/4 time 8
Maybe the clouds aren't too high 8
Maybe the neighbors aren't shy 8
1 ... [8, 49]

Green August grass 4
It's going to last 5
The first time out loud 5
The words leave your mouth 5
We've often deferred rhymes 6
Romancing faces, drinking wine 8
Maybe the crowds aren't outside 8
Maybe the neighbors aren't spies 8
2 ... [8, 49]

-------------------

1+2 ... [16, 98]

"Dylan twins, activate!"

8:23pm

Nick

What's happenin', Zach?

8:35pm
Zach

computer & techno stuff! what's happnin with ya?

i wrote lyrics last night.

8:36pm
Nick

Good! Sorry if it took me a while to apply. Loud music- didn't notice the computer sounds.

I'll trade you some of yours for some of mine in messages.

8:37pm
Zach

yeah dude it's cool i'm looking at all sorts of windows, tabs, and files. not to mention, listening to slightly new music to my ears
aha

ok

8:37pm
Nick

That's cool. I'm still going to send you some, though.

8:37pm
Zach

ok

8:37pm
Nick

Oh. These are confusing messages!

But not for long, MUAAHAHAHA. Deed, kudos on joining the binary rebellion, however brief it was.

8:38pm
Zach

http://paintedleavesandguttergold.googlepages.com/Dylan_Daft_33_259_1024_692.jpg

you're welcome

i had to try

8:39pm
Nick

Deed, it was awesome. I think it's hilarious that anybody did it at all, 'cause I thought I'd just look like a jerk with too much time and an attention hunger. But then people gave me attention (hehehehe)!

8:39pm
Zach

so, what i wrote is scanned, and in that photo. i suppose i can transpose it to text, eh?

lololol

i think that must be why lol is such a popular web term

it looks like 1's and 0's

olo

olololoololollollollloollo

l

8:40pm
Nick

I can read it as it is. But I'll message you some when I'm done typing them.

101

lol101

aka net class.

8:40pm
Zach

yaas

8:43pm

Nick

First song sent.

8:46pm
Nick

And second. The second sucks to me.

8:50pm
Nick

Sent 3 and 4, too. 3 is cool, I think, but I dunno... tell me what you think. 4 Is just kind of for fun- something to shout in lighthearted spite.


8:53pm
Nick

If you don't have feelings, then I don't want 'em/The force is the boss and its power is awesome.

8:54pm
Nick

REMEMBERED WHICH COLORS BROKE THROUGH THE COLD STONE!

Two triangles sharing one base to return to your pupils is cool, too.

Is the "but one exception" line for JP's absence?

9:02pm
Zach

i'm not going to tell on that one

okay i just finished typing it all up. going to read your stuff. running on limited time at the msu computer labs most likely... it is after 9. bah bah sheep underwhichisleep

9:03pm
Nick

Nice. I'm taking that as a "no," though.

9:05pm
Zach

well it's going to mean something different for you, i suppose (would hope)

i wrote it about somebody i care for very much

9:06pm
Nick

Good, good. Yeah, I just worry about that kid a bunch so it's on my head when I see things about missing people.

9:07pm
Zach

yeah. i did think about it though... earlier... about how the way i read it one moment it seemed like i was crunching numbers and it was about me u and brent and yea no jp for a period of time (in the general vicinity, aka within earshot/eyesight)... but he's ok. he's trying to find a job

maybe needs some time. today i didn't want to ride a bike too far, like yesterday (but felt more ill yesterday than today, by FAR)

9:09pm
Nick

Deed, didn't even know you were ill, sorry to hear. You know, I'm not even sure how much stuff we'll really get done by the ninth, but the fact that we're trying and sharing this much at all is gonna keep us working as a unit, I think, which'll be great.

9:10pm

Zach

agreed, deed

the key is going to be... who shows up with recording equipment?

9:11pm
Nick

Well we have instruments, and are probably just going to record onto the tape recorder Brent *borrowed* from LCC last Fall.

9:11pm
Zach

the video on my dad's camera is decent... but it's nothing that's going to be ridiculously captivating unless we're in a really nice room with really nice boom sound

9:11pm
Nick

We're always captivating! People like us being cool with instruments like we do is cool in even the crappiest fidelity.

9:11pm
Zach

do we know anyone outside of US that could stand-by with the recording device and do a good job and contribute equally as anyone else that's doing the playing/singing/music-making?

9:12pm
Nick

Maybe. Depends. Personally, I'm more into solidifying our ability to perform material strongly and knowingly before we get all concerned with recording it. Recording can easily be a cheat code that gets you past having to work on being a strong musician.

9:13pm
Zach

tru. recording is such a feat though. i mean... the PROCESS of it really is very attractive, equally as much as the desired outcome of actually recording something that we can hold with hands happified

good point, Grandeurmasteur

9:13pm
Nick

Please, call me Dave.

9:14pm
Zach

Dave, sir. Sure thing.

9:14pm
Nick

Woman (haha remeeeeember???!?!?!?!!?!?!), I played a decent guitar/organ duet for ten minutes today while playing the organ with my right foot!

It was cool. I think I'm going to record a whole half-joking free jazz album with the Dream Drum, and then constant guitar/foor organ interplay.

9:15pm
Zach

hahahahahaha

Woman, you're thinking without training wheels, now!

9:16pm
Nick

Feet are so underused.... the possibilities are endless.

9:25pm
Zach

i feel the system has us all at odds when the truth is we're even. the likelihood of our reasons to swing like the seasons through uncertain social standings can be demanding but it brings us less demons which can be rather ruthless, depending on which way your babe is balancing on the tracks you've made. and the separation exists for what reason? just this. just fletch flitch and stitch, lie low, lay hay, get grits in your mouth grinning south where it all came about. From a boat to the bank, from your fisherman's plank, from the natural sweepstakes of winning sins that your captors made.

9:27pm
Nick

"Depending on which way your babe is balancing on the tracks you've made" is Gold, Jerry, Gold!

Natural sweepstakes, too!

You're so prolific, dude, I gotta start trying to make even half as much as you do.

9:30pm
Zach

funny, cuz i was thinking a similar thinkbubble. i really like all 4 of your new conditions

9:31pm
Nick

Well shoot, good thing we teamed forces.

9:32pm
Nick

I want to have a crazy live music dance party in a kind of small room that's just FILLED with balloons- helium ones, regular ones, just put all of the budget into balloons and have people dance around and pop 'em like they just don't care. A team of helpers will keep making new balloons as long as possible.

9:34pm
Zach

that's genius

the imaginary visuals are amazing!

9:35pm
Nick

Yeah, man. Especially if we make music that's as happy as balloons for it- that's the part that makes everybody have the best time ever.

9:38pm
Zach

yeah. for sure.

do we have a name for our music projects yet? for example... what would i call the "Artist" that created all of the "chicken_pizza_and_pepperoni_pizza_and_sausage_and_turkey_" recordings?

aka The Ninja Turtle Diet recordigns

9:40pm
Nick

I think that's probably who made that one, honestly. The Ninja Turtle Diet.

9:41pm
Zach

Yep

9:41pm
Nick

What we're TRYING- as a "unit"- to do right now is something that Brent and I have been waiting to do for a long time, called "Girls With Rifles." It needs Joe Fox, too. And JP's gotta come back.

9:42pm
Zach

Yeah i already tagged something with that moniker

actually, it was an icon of a girl, a plus sign, and a rifle icon

9:42pm
Nick

Nice.

9:42pm
Zach

yeah dude. I'm on board. i like the idea of IT

9:43pm
Nick

Like anything good, it's weirdly undefinable but you know exactly what it can be if you be it. At least that's how it is for me.

9:44pm
Zach

mmhmm

9:46pm
Zach

random date, before today, 1988?

and after 1901?

9:47pm
Nick

May 24, 1939.

But it's not random. The year is, but not the date.

9:47pm
Zach

thank you. significance? or is it significant for it's randomness?

ah.

9:48pm
Nick

May 24th is Bob Dylan's birthday. 1939 is probably within five or six years of when he was born (I estimated).

9:48pm
Zach

good job. thanks.... i knew that

41 i believe

cool... we each new part of his bday

9:49pm
Nick

Dylan twins, activate! Form of- white guys with guitars!

9:50pm
Zach

hhhhhhhhhha

9:53pm
Zach

http://www.myspace.com/theninjaturtlediet

9:55pm
Nick

Awesome! Now slap music on it.

9:55pm
Zach

working on it

9:56pm

Nick If you don't have feelings, then I don't want 'em/The force is the boss and its power is awesome.

Dylan Daft 8/2+8/6

DYLAN DAFT 8/2+8/6 (2009)

The brightest star in the sky 7
Only makes sense to me reflecting 9
in your eyes 3
Two triangles, sharing one base 8
To return to your pupils 7
There is but no time to waste 7

Daft Punk and Bob Dylan 6
Cannot combine sounds to lay on the 9
play ground 2
And make music like this 6

Daft Punk and Bob Dylan 6
Cannot combine sounds to lay on the 9
play ground 2
And make music like this 6

Space Rock and Galactic Groove 7
Music like this is heavy 7
when there's weights to use 5
Three of us for five dimensions 8
To resume where we left off 7
There is but one exception 7

Bob Dylan and Daft Punk 6
Cannot bring justice like we do as 9
just us 2
We make music, not hits 6

Bob Dylan and Daft Punk 6
Cannot bring justice like we do as 9
just us 2
We make music, not hits 6

I danced with friends, danced alone 7
Remembering which colors broke 8
through the cold stone 4
Four months into this Love, plus some 8
To make up what I did miss 7
There is but one just outcome 7

Daft Punk and Bob Dylan 6
Cannot combine sounds to lay on the 9
play ground 2
And make music like this 6

Bob Dylan and Daft Punk 6
Cannot bring justice like we do as 9
just us 2
We make music, not hits 6

I Intro [X, X]+[X, Y]
1 Verse [5, 41]
C1 Chorus (x2) [3, 23]+[3, 23]
2 Verse [5, 41]
C2 Chorus (x2) [3, 23]+[3, 23]
3 Verse [5, 41]
C1 Chorus [3, 23]
C2 Chorus [3, 23]
O Outro [X, X]+[X, Y]+[X, Y]
------------- ----------------------------
I+1+2+3+3(C1+C2) 2[X, X]+3[X, Y]+[33, 259]


by Zachary L. Krebiehl-Power

It's finally happening! (LEDGER & 3+ MORE DAYS)

The Ledger, as it was written in Nick's backyard (08/04/2009):


Drawing by Brent D.H., fortune by Cookie:


"Velocoraptor Speed Dating" by Brent D.H.


Drawing by Brent D.H.:


"In The Skirts Of Pittsburgh" by Brent D.H.

Blue Dog: Snoopy gets drawn, photoshopped, and uploaded.

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Brent David Hale

As you've heard I am very familiar with the realms of Pokémon and with the blessing within the jurisdiction of the almighty Lugia and the multi-billion-dollar Pikachu Archetypal frame I hereby absorb all the comments made about me and my involvement with awesomeness and direct them back to you x100! Can you draw a picture of a blue dog for me?

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Here ya go, Brent. Know that I used a photo of from my Father's collection (of his old dog, Snoopy) as reference.

"Snoopy BLUEd" by Zachary L. Krebiehl-Power

Mars Voltaire

8:51pm
Nick

Muscular treatment?

8:52pm
Zach

if i could put my finger on it, i would NOT

8:53pm
Nick

Then your finger's muscles go unscathed. Mine remain irrelevant, though.

8:53pm
Zach

not when you type letters by keystroke

nicotine gum, so dull and spicy

8:54pm
Nick

So nasty/delighty.

8:54pm
Zach

whine like grapefruit, grope like a sandwich

8:56pm
Nick

Unfold crumbs dangling soundless impact. This drink is too loud, my throat too resonant, my whiskey-fear too vocal in my lightening head!

8:58pm
Zach

ionized beams of cheer-leading, squeamishly upended proactive beer-chasing volume hair shampoo

8:58pm
Nick

Lather, rinse, repeat 'til recognition of futile in always smearing hair by dirty branches (thanks factory flakefall).

9:00pm
Zach

spongey strums of an air guitar left him raking up the deadened leaves from the puffy piney forest floor. he lept into the arms of a mother bear, squaring the root of the realistic chance he would succeed in elementary math lessons.

9:02pm
Nick

Squared to quadrilateral social status, under cools 'n' hips 'n' dips 'n' Magna Foxes. Magma tracks, fags locked in epithets.... I'm a racial epitaph- a grave over appearance before rot (act like now's rot).

9:05pm
Zach

The faint hustle of moronic malaise replays on the booming speakerbox of the twin-studded dining hall.

9:07pm
Zach

Omni-present pitfalls were planted in last calls. The drunkard disguised as a driver of golf balls wondered if she would ever return his 9,301 phone calls.

9:08pm
Nick

Boomrumble sound effects actual visuals and a hallway of hieroglyphics to run download until your read matches speed and you forget your legs for the Crow-Logo's outstretched story.

9:09pm
Zach

Now that the seat is free of (un)said ankles, the bum and his liquid seek solace in the shanty.
9:09pmNick

Or are we rhyming? Is this bad timing? Could be I'm sliding awkwardly down and Zach's jowls drown in frown.

9:10pm
Zach

The rhymes used to flow like water in Spring time, but now the only lines that we throw are not for fishing but for flossing

9:12pm
Nick

Forget tossing about in jaws and in mouths it's all more around the end of the spring- but not annual arrival time or lines from Bibles but fine smiles from five child activity centers bringing complicity rendered into middle-eyes (before there's legality guarding their inner thighs).

9:14pm
Zach

Those little ones ate your little puns and puked all over the rugs that you fucked upon letters of litters arriving near Christmas whence becoming this quite cumbersome cornerstone all alone without silence turning the tables to tombstones never again for the bloody chalice ...of Alice

9:18pm
Nick

....in chains, cramps and pains, damp names soaking lineage like oaken grains and groin's token stains. You were born from none but Sun and one watches over through '80s elevator jazz and night-sky airplane hands over fritz'd intercoms/it gets in your Mom's ears and she cringes from the AM radio daily old soul.

9:22pm
Zach

and my Mother's audio input is nothing that the Sun harnessed and my Father's gas resource is his own nuclear duress stressing symbols upon symbols idolizing glamorous genitalia for the nymphos and because all becomes all moon pits a pattern realization quits fitting quaalude crushes

9:26pm
Nick

The Moon spat me back I landed splat upon Zach and asked "what dost this plane lack?" you, having lain back and closed eyes past smoke and tight as hefty stacks opened passage of nose and spurted out "quacks! The stars are unlicensed."

9:28pm
Zach

"Well I guess this is a subtle attempt to be bold" said the chair upon which Zach could not fold. So he stopped leaning it back upon two wooden legs and surprised Nick none when he finished no music and began to make and not make sense

9:31pm
Nick

All at once? Here and hence? Penny for thoughts but this cross at odds is worth twopence. A fortnight before rights had reached our heads and lights our beds were tight and snug under sealed beings not roofs or ceilings but sailing tops with crevices and pops mapping alabaster and asbestos passages to the rest of the laughable averages of the northwest fashion sense. I see your dress is white and clean, my robes are not stained, what keeps Zachary pained in this purity so new to me so dear to y/thee?

9:39pm
Zach

Yes, accounting for months inside days is the ultimate way of sight-seeing displays. Neigh, naught for the night, light the crops on this new age. Return here to a new page of plurals and poundage less now than when found. Age less and less, damsel, your time it is living... legging it all the while, this time with a smile. Deep inside, what finds you wondering? Whittled wards of western wool, raptured ravens and black pirate stool, lichens and reindeer should also be named. Playfully planning put pain back into chains.

9:41pm
Nick

I declare myself the Last Adam giving names upon every last fast atom. I'm the wack Adam West- I shatter matter 'til there's no status left.

9:47pm
Zach

Facebook would demonstrate that you, sir, are not Adam. Understanding the outstanding Fallon, clicking remotes incapably quantum--that I support changing names and reusing flames does not give a retort, barring a back-packing, front-side-loading, wagoners lacking a naked resort

9:50pm
Nick

Man I want to see some naked people.

9:50pm
Zach

You read my mind
(both past and present)