Milkshake Blender

VERSE 1

Everything looks the same to me

Blended together by conformity

Every line and every rhyme

Characters who never shined

Every plot hole I couldn’t fix

Masked by phony Jedi tricks

Everything I’ve ever created

Has left me bitter and jaded

CHORUS

A milkshake blender of blood and shit

Mixing together vinegar and piss

It’s all the same, I am to blame

It’s my only claim to fame

VERSE 2

Starting over never felt so tough

My macho façade is only a bluff

A blank sheet of paper glaring at me

Stripping my heart of its self-esteem

CHORUS

A milkshake blender of blood and shit

Mixing together vinegar and piss

It’s all the same, I am to blame

It’s my only claim to fame

BRIDGE

A legacy built on repetition

Antithesis to the artist’s mission

Molded by the public opinion

I’ve taken more than I’ve given

VERSE 3

Now’s not the time to say goodbye

Now’s not the time to fucking cry

Now’s not the time for a lullaby

Pick up that pen and redefine

What it means to be creative

Instead of fearful and evasive

If at first you don’t succeed

Write until your fingers bleed

ALTERNATIVE CHORUS

A milkshake blender forever destroyed

My artistic side will never be a toy

My life is not a divine comedy

Not dictated by a capitalist economy

Cookie Cutter Cutie Pies

VERSE 1

If you’ve seen one of them, you’ve seen them all

Each and every one of them are Barbie dolls

Packed in tight at the crowded shopping malls

Skipping and prancing down the fucking halls

The walking dead have got some fucked up heads

Doing anything to get someone in their bed

The supermodel body with the perfect measurements

The supermodel ego with the perfect evidence

CHORUS

Cut, copy, past, repeat!

Cookie cutter cutie pies! Cookie cutter cutie pies!

Mental vegetable and social meat!

Cookie cutter cutie pies! Cookie cutter cutie pies!

VERSE 2

Making love isn’t the same without passion

Conforming to shallow values and fashion

I might as well date a giant lump of clay

Or a burning effigy made of paper mache

Black credit card or just working hard?

Sugar baby princess or god among insects?

One way or another, we meet our fates together

Will you stay standing after the storm we weather?

CHORUS

Cut, copy, past, repeat!

Cookie cutter cutie pies! Cookie cutter cutie pies!

Mental vegetable and social meat!

Cookie cutter cutie pies! Cookie cutter cutie pies!

BRIDGE

Legacy of ecstasy

Schism of hedonism

No matter what you call it, it doesn’t change the fact

You’re a follower of sheep, not the leader of the pack

EXTENDED CHORUS

Cut, copy, past, repeat!

Cookie cutter cutie pies! Cookie cutter cutie pies!

Mental vegetable and social meat!

Cookie cutter cutie pies! Cookie cutter cutie pies!

When the ship comes in, you’re ready to cheat!

Cookie cutter cutie pies! Cookie cutter cutie pies!

Stepping on backs with your nine inch heel feet!

Cookie cutter cutie pies! Cookie cutter cutie pies!

Cookie! Cutter! Cutie! Pies!

It’s all just bullshit and lies!

"So Long" by Saliva

It seems as though every time I write a blog entry about one of my favorite songs, there are several recurring themes: regret, loss of friendship, trauma, loneliness, depression, anger, madness, god knows what else. It would appear this entry about “So Long” by Saliva is more of the same. I listened to this song a lot in college because it was there to comfort me when I was lonely. Nobody to come visit me in my dorm, no family to be around, no animals to take care of, just me and the soothing vocals of Josey Scott, who’s normally known for being a badass redneck on the microphone. He and Saliva write this one song together and the waterworks are almost there once again.

You’ve been reading my blog for a long time and I appreciate that. But I sense you’re getting tired of the constant themes of sadness and anger. It feels monotonous. If it ever does feel that way to you, it’s because my life is monotonous. I wake up, put my time in on the computer, go shopping, and go back to bed. Rinse, lather, repeat. Rinse, lather, repeat. Nothing changes. I could make some changes myself if I wanted to. I could stop being afraid of the consequences of stress. I could take driving lessons and not be dependent on others. I could get a part time job doing something I actually enjoy. While there are forces in place that keep me from changing my life, most if it is because I’m afraid of being stressed out to where I can’t take it anymore.

“Pushing forward in reverse, it gets better then it gets worse, I’m tied for last place when you taught me to be first.” You know what that phrase means to me and my monotonous life? It means I have all of these creative skills and yet I don’t use them in a way that moves my life forward. Yeah, I can self-publish all the e-books I want. I can write as many blog entries as I want. I can draw all the cartoonish pictures I want. If nobody notices, I’m merely kidding myself when it comes to the American Dream coming true. My career is at a crossroads right now. I have both the fear of being noticed and not being noticed. One of these roads leads to boredom. The other could lead to humiliation and vilification.

“So long. When will I see you again? It’s been so long I don’t know where to begin.” That’s the question I pose to all of you right now. When will I see you again? What do I have to do to see you again? What could I possibly do for you that will grab your attention and never let go? Do you want to be showered in compliments? I can be sweet if you want me to. In fact, being sweet has gotten me to great heights in my life. The fact still remains it’s not enough to be a good person. Then again, if being a villain is what it takes to move my life forward, then I don’t want that either.

If you’re looking for a song to be there for you when you’re down, try “So Long” by Saliva. It won’t judge you. It may hurt for a little while, but then again, you’re already fucked up in the head anyways. You’ve probably gone insane from doing the same thing every day and expecting different results. That’s okay, I have too. Then again, I don’t know what about my game needs to change for things to happen. Should I be more open with the people I meet? Should I talk to people and hope at least one of those people has the keys to the kingdom? If I ever get those keys, what door do I have to unlock? If this ever feels like your own thought process, go to iTunes and get this song.

　

***MOVIE QUOTE OF THE DAY***

“If I’m curt with you, it’s because time is a factor. I think fast, I talk fast, and you guys had better act fast if you want to get yourselves out of this. So pretty please with sugar on top, clean the fucking car.”

-Winston Wolf from “Pulp Fiction”-