The title track and last song of my little fictional album Solar Spasm. Enjoy.
Spiral into the landmass
Enter the scene
Gyrate your interspace orbit
Embed the screen
What will the future hold?
How far can neurotransmission go?
Your infinite energy
crosses the universe for you and me
The possibilities flood our unconscious
from the burst of ou
Yay, I haven't posted anything in a few months! Again!
Yay, another new topic to talk about!
With that said, welcome to Nico Talks About Creepypastas, where I talk about... creepypastas. Nuff said.
In every post, I'll choose one creepypastas (BTW, there's no guessing if they're real or fake involved - ALL creepypastas are fake) which I will then present to you. They can range from classic pastas like Jeff the Killer or the good ol' Slenderman, or maybe some new ones that many people
More lyrics. Enjoy.
A Work Of Fiction (Child's Play)
Contemplating the cut
Told by the morning
The values we all keep shut
the winters as they come
Frozen cycles forming
Waves we all come from
Stories recycle stories
Tell the tales
of the wound's glories
Close your eyes
and make believe
You are god
and I concede
Sampled from Modern
Electronic music has been around since the mid to late 70’s in it’s most popular form. But something about the EDM scene in the 1990’s and early 2000’s is something special. I was a wee youngling so I wouldn’t have experienced the full rave scene that went down in clubs and warehouses (minus the drugs, because I consider myself straight-edge 90 percent of the time)
The EDM scene had som
More lyrics. Enjoy. I envisioned it sampling "The World We Knew (Over And Over)" by Frank Sinatra.
Over and over, I keep going over
the expanse of blue
the cordial few
moments in the grave
Uncoordinated influx now pours
in the grandeur of you
Electric and true
Every single sign sent away
Each time the potion is shared
and vision is impaired
How far must we travel
*DISCLAIMER: this is just my opinion. no paid writing here.
6 oz of brewed coffee (any, especially cold brew or Pike Place Roast)
1/2 cup chocolate almond milk
2 tbsp. chia seeds (I used flaxseed since I was in a rush and couldn't find chia seeds; that or I was blind.)
1 tsp. honey
1 tbsp. peanut butter
USE Ice if you want the smoothie thi
More lyrics. Enjoy. I envisioned it sampling "Some Velvet Morning" by Lee Hazlewood and Nancy Sinatra.
Some Melancholy Mourning
Some melancholy mourning
you eclipse my soul
I shudder at the toss
of every roll
Understanding the rituals
that we do
Failure is our name
Some melancholy mourning
we preach and destroy
We weep at the cost
of a broken toy
Resting at the tho
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When I got into Green Day, I was a typical new fan: watching interviews, old performances, vacuuming up every bit of history I could get my hands on. I wanted to understand my new favourite band. Plus, it was fascinating. The East Bay was another world… and it may as well have been tucked away on Mars. My chances of ever visiting seemed that remote.
Green Day brought that culture,
More lyrics. Enjoy. I envisioned it sampling the theme of "Welcome To The Machine" from the Genesis version of Ecco The Dolphin.
Stilts On Water
The peripheral vision
cuts through the mist
We fear when our homes
are sunk under the abyss
A beautiful mirror vista
with the dead submerged
A pristine new life hangs
over the remnants of the purged
Through the flood
Your iron lung rusts
Decayed and forg
Okay so it's been a while since I updated this!
Basically we ran into a bit of trouble during the painting process. First off, the weather is shit for a few weeks so the guy painting it couldn't really do it without it turning to shit. When he finally was able to paint it, he started relicing it and went a bit overboard so he had to restrip the guitar and start again.
After getting it painted the second time, it was getting close to Christmas so he was shutting down for a few weeks. I
Some more lyrics. Enjoy.
How many corkscrews must we put ourselves through?
The whim of Death is an attraction for a few
Messages broadcasted in newscasting sounds
when the delusion to kill is in dormant grounds
Ratings are in demand
Blessings dropping from both hands
Morning arises to no avail
God's inner workings are destined to fail
Hold my catacomb while the metal collides
My hope for the fu
R.E.M is one of my favorite bands as of late.
Driver 8 stands out to me personally. It's off of the album Fables of the Reconstruction (1985) I feel like a personal overall favorite. It's about the Southern Crescent/Amtrak Crescent. But it seems like it has another meaning; meaning that with how many people are working constantly. We need to calm down as a collective. Overworking ourselves is killing us slowly.
it was a mess, so I deleted everything + in a fit of rage at the time.
https://driver93.wordpress.com/blog/ . but this is where i write mostly. that and some shit on blogger. https://sammoose666rantandreviews.blogspot.com/ . please give comments or views i'd appreciate it.
also with my wordpress blog, i do schedule (or try to schedule something) for every saturday evening (around 7:30 pm my time EST)
More lyrics. Enjoy.
among the wind
Cacophony in elegance
Sealing the vitals in my
And now I hold you
a fateful reminder
The sand is falling
And now I throw you
into the atlas
connected to your calling
Dark clouds forming
in some violent mourning
I have a request!
I'm going through all my photos and trying to make sense of the insane amount of pictures I have, with the goal of making some photo albums. I realized I lost all of the pictures I had of me + the gang (aka the circle-jerk crew) from the time we all met up in Cleveland a few years back. I think I might have deleted what I had in a fit of rage or something, idk. Anyway, if anyone has any of those pics, would you mind sending them to me? My Green Day phase was such
This year has been a rocky one for me, hence my absence here on GDC. I still miss you all and lurk when I can. I figured I'd give you all an update if you're interested.
Ricki passed away on April 14th, and I've cried every single day since then. For those of you who don't know, Ricki was my cat who was almost twenty-two years old. He was my best friend and got me through so much in my life. To live through his legacy, I've created a non-profit to raise funds for senior pets in need of m
It was my last day of training in my new job when tickets went on sale. Our trainer set us up to go for different shows: some for Washington, some for Baltimore. The biggest venue The Longshot was playing had a capacity of 750. Even with a committed team of not-so-professionals, this wasn’t going to be easy.
People must have wondered what the hell we were doing in the training room, because I was screaming and it was infectious. I had Washington. Two of us had Washington. Baltimore was gone
It's been a while; I have a lot of lyrics tucked away since last time. Figured I'd still post them here since I've gotten support/a few followers here. I'll try to post once a day until I'm out, if I have time. Enjoy.
Rituals begun in survival of the fittest
Trip in the ditch before the race is finished
Cut through the gut in the screen supreme
Down my venom; what the fuck you mean?
Duopoly under your data-filed contract
Okay so I was one of the lucky few to have gotten tickets to The Longshot. Twice.
The first ticket was actually bought by my partner and I gave him my information because I needed just one ticket for myself.
The second ticket happened Tuesday afternoon on the line as I was waiting to get in.
Let's recap with Tuesday 5/22:
Get up at 6:00 AM and I’m at the venue at 7:30 AM
There’s six people in front of me which was surprising but this is also the fact it was raining
Wailing winds carry forth the sound
Of Empires past burning down;
They’re buried deep beneath the ground,
Sharing tombs with skeletons dispersed
Throughout our history, but in this mall
Stories of buried
Empires before us fall
On deaf ears.
Silent, I wait in the park
On Inauguration Day.
Gray skies are falling;
Weeping for a fool’s parade.
The crowd bow their heads;
Red hats wear wh