shitting on the bed on your last nights stay at a hotel

appresh thrd

QUEEN OF THE NIGHT

for william patrick william morgan freeman

Tim Knoll BMX from tim knoll on Vimeo.

parties over

heeeyyy man listen

interbike 2010 remix from coalitionBMX on Vimeo.

hi miss katy

Sergeant Stubby (1916 or 1917 – March 16, 1926), was the most decorated war dog of World War I and the only dog to be promoted to sergeant through combat.

play both of those videos together.

this blog is dead and its never coming back. no one is ever going to update it it sucks s o much shit its not even worth it.

cat party

You ho's

      -Now let us try for a moment try to realize, as far as we can, the nature of that abode of the damned which the justice of an offended God has called into existence for the eternal punishment of sinners. Hell is a strait and dark and foulsmelling prison, an abode of demons and lost souls, filled with fire and smoke. The straitness of this prison house is expressly designed by God to punish those who refused to be bound by His laws. In earthly prisons the poor captive has at least some liberty of movement, were it only within the four walls of his cell or in the gloomy yard of his prison. Not so in Hell. There, by reason of the great number of the damned, the prisoners are heaped together in their awful prison, the walls of which are said to be four thousand miles thick: and the damned are so utterly bound and helpless that, as a blessed saint, Saint Anselm, writes in his book on similitudes, they are not even able to remove from the eye a worm that gnaws it.

TABSLERONE

TWILIGHT

alright, so this band needs mentioning. i'll use math to make it as simple as possible. stay with me here, folks.

ISIS (epic, pretty post-metal) + LEVIATHAN (dark, horrifying solo black-metal) + LIVE DRUMMING - GENERIC LO-FI QUALITY ASSOCIATED WITH B/M + FORGIVABLE SNYTH LINES = TWILIGHT'S MONUMENT TO TIME END

these guys have been around for a while, but they haven't really mattered until the release of their most recent album, mainly because the line-up is fucking stellar with members from such fine acts as ISIS, LEVIATHAN, NACHTMYSTIUM, KRIEG, MINSK, THE ATLAS MOTH, AND XASTHUR. even if you aren't into black metal, you'll appreciate the production quality (layers, effects, etc) and sheer epicness that these dudes unload.

so download this. if the first track doesn't win you over, i'll stop posting music FOREVER.

DOWNLOAD

I'll have to ask you to leave.

RIP Andrew and Mark's Friendship 2003-2010

this post is dedicated to the memory of andrew and mark's friendship.

lately andrew has been really distant from me. i try to talk to him, but he always shuts me out. now he won't even return my text messages. he has this impenetrable wall around him that keeps me out. how are we suppose to remain friends if he won't speak to me? i feel dead inside.

we have a lot of great memories together. this one time, andrew and i held hands and peed our pants together at the delaware water gap. now i wake up in the middle of the night crying, because i don't think well ever have another moment like that again.

official statements -

"i'll never understand why it had to happen the way it did between them. all i know is i'm stuck in the middle and i've never been this devestated." - Peter, Mark's brother and mutual friend.

"What's so odd is that I had never seen two people go from being so in love with each other, so in tune with one anothers feelings and wants and hopes, needs and dreams - to such hate. Such unadulterated bitterness and resentment. The animosity was palpable in the air whenever they were together. It makes me sick to think about such a beautiful friendship, lost." - Bill, mutual friend

"this is a tragedy. i really didn't see this coming." - Dan, mutual friend.

"confirm." - Andrew's older brother Pete.

i've tried all i could. let us now celebrate the friendship we once had. all that's left are the memories. and some really strange photographs.














(also, for fuck's sake, lets never use our full names on this blog. i'd like to have a future.)

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HEALTH "We are Water" from Eric Wareheim on Vimeo.

sweet death come for me

beardfish

WHATTA WE GONNA DO BERT

Bernie Carbo was nearly a World Series hero. Facing elimination and a three-run deficit in the 8th inning of Game 6 of the 1975 World Series, the Red Sox outfielder slugged a pinch-hit home run to even the score at Fenway Park. Carlton Fisk went on to seal the victory in the 12th inning, but Boston would fall to the Cincinnati Reds in Game 7.

What makes Carbo's feat even more impressive is his recent admission that he was on all sorts of drugs when he hit the three-run shot. "I probably smoked two joints, drank about three or four beers, got to the ballpark, took some [amphetamines], took a pain pill, drank a cup of coffee, chewed some tobacco, had a cigarette, and got up to the plate and hit,''

April 14th, 1993

In the early months of '93, I had spent a substancial amount of time in the Canadian Rockies with my girlfriend at the time, Beatrice Toadhammer. We had met in a hostel earlier that year and took a keen liking to each other. Though she knew of the atrocities I had committed in my younger years, she was faithful and kind to me, just like the canadian geese that flew above us. (When a goose grows sick and weak, its family will land and take care of their fallen blood. Sort of like healthcare, except we can stick them in pillows when they die.) I'd had just finished my apprenticeship in whittling so our next move was to return to town and resupply. We never stayed too long in one place, Beatrice never believed in home. Like myself, her parents had died at a young age. She let the road take care of her.

We came across a small town in Saskatoon, population: 439. We entered the local saloon where we sat for a late lunch. We felt the eyes of the locals follow us across the room. We sat patiently until the bartender approached our table. He told us his name was Jasper, but his name tag read Lewis. I thought nothing of this and we placed our orders. He returned a moment later with drinks for us. I lift my glass to Beatrice. She raised hers, and we drank. The cold rush through her body cracked a smile across her beautiful face. I leaned forward and held it in my hands, as tired and worn as they were. And then the room began to spin.

I'd been drugged. with what exactly, I'll never be sure of. I awoke, bound in a freezer. What had happened to me? How long have I been in here? Nothing mattered; Beatrice was gone. I struggled to reach into my back pocket. The knife I used year after year in the mountains, crafting the small wooden bits of my soul, would free me from my binds. I stumbled from what was to be my frozen tomb and into the kitchen, Where I found my way to the streets. My legs felt like they were made of ash. I couldn't think straight. Where is my Beatrice? What did this town want with her? The street was filled with the local crowd; Their wretched faces swirling around me. I staggered and swung, but I felt nothing. I fell to my knees. Resting to my front, stood the neighborhood church. I felt my heart exploding and imploding with every hazey breath I took. Then, a familiar sound in my mind. Crashing wood. The church doors swung open. Standing in front of me was Hercules, son of Zeus. Standing 10 feet tall above me, he raised his arms in a threatening manner. I did not think. I only acted. I plunged my knife deep into his chest, twisting and turning the handle. I could feel the blade scraping every bone, digging deeper and deeper into his sternum. There I found his heart, the heart of a titan. I struck. The giant collapsed. I too fell to the ground. black was all I saw.

I came to, hunched over the giant's body. Only he wasn't a giant any longer. He was just a man like myself. I rubbed my eyes and looked closer at my victim. No, it wasn't Hercules, but the man who had played Hercules. Kevin Sorbo. I murdered an innocent man, hoping it would return Beatrice to my arms. I fled to the forest for protection. I spent the next month searching for my Beatrice. I never found her. It was as if she had disappeared into thin air, never to be seen again. My heart, or what was left of it, grew black. My existence was a curse. A walking plague, I hurt all those I has touched. I was a monster.

I laid my head upon a fallen tree. My body was numb. What was I to do? Where do i go? I had nothing. I closed my eyes. I slept. The earth over took me. The forest stretched out around me. I slept.

9 years later I would awake.

- excerpt, Tobeslerone - shut the fuck up when i'm talking to you, the memoirs of Tobeslerone.

HAR HAR HAR

OLDER THAN SHIT HEAVIER THAN TIME

untold millenia ago in the unholiest wastes of hell a flash of black lightning ripped through a blood red sky of wretched writhing souls and in the crater left behind stood Tobeslerone, a pillar of hate and horror and blasphemous wisdom. this song played while all this happened

Sonar from Renaud Hallée on Vimeo.

pizza worship

today, while heading to work, i shared the elevator with that sweaty bitch liz from that stupid mtv show. my first reaction was to pound my coffee down, as hot as it was, explain to her why LOST is the best show on television, and then slug her so hard in her gourd she would fucking die, convulsing from the skull fragments embedded in her brain, right there on the elevator floor. total fucking destruction. i'd do this because i hate corporate america so much, and if given the chance to strike down a viacom pawn, well i'm all over that shit. speaking of which, holy shit did you watch LOST last night? fuck man, what a great show. so anyway, i didn't end up hitting her. dan would have been really pissed at me because he's got a huge crush on her. so i came to work and made this sick fucking mixtape instead. 7 songs. heavy psychedelic stoner doom shit. if you're a fucking wimp, don't bother listening to this because it will probably rot your brain into a festering pile of shithead stew. download and die, motherfuckers.



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burrow my way through death and flesh

Billy Filth

INSERT VIDEO OF BILL SINGING CRADLE OF FILTH HERE

insanity

i have to post this because its the craziest thing ive ever seen regarding BMX to date. Garret Reynolds props bio for props 75.

wen-o did-go, ay bay bay, E A, my name is dirt dawg, how r u?

by the end of the mid 1990s, an estimated 500 million dollars had been paid in jury awards, settlements and legal fees for catholic sex abuse cases. the number would grow to roughly one billion dollars by the year 2002. the roman catholic church spent 615 million dollars on cases alone in the year 2007.

one day i will run out of spring breaks.

A New Era pt. 2

I turned around to see the voice that was speaking to me. And when I turned I saw seven golden lampstands, and among the lampstands was someone "like a son of man," dressed in a robe reaching down to his feet and with a golden sash around his chest. His head and hair were white like wool, as white as snow, and his eyes were like blazing fire. His feet were like bronze glowing in a furnace, and his voice was like the sound of rushing waters. In his right hand he held seven stars, and out of his mouth came a sharp double-edged sword. His face was like the sun shining in all its brilliance.

When I saw him, I fell at his feet as though dead. Then he placed his right hand on me and said: "Do not be afraid. I am the First and the Last. I am the Living One; I was dead, and behold I am alive for ever and ever! And I hold the keys of death and Hades."

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In this passage from Revelations, we see Jesus take on a familiar Biblical form - one of brilliant glory and rich symbolism - surrounded and filled with gold, light, and fire. But as any believer knows, this is not His everyday form. He exists in a touch, in a word, in a thought or a feeling.

Take 5 minutes today, out of your lunch break, or before your commute, or in any downtime with which you may find yourself, to go outside and look to the sky. Don't search, don't study, don't analyze. Just stand and look (not directly into the sun!) for the full 5 minutes.

Do you see Him? Can you feel His presence?

im a blunt getting smoked and i cant wake up

look inwards and see darkness

You ask me for a hamburger. My attempt to reciprocate is cut brutally short as my body experiences a sudden lack of electrons. Across a variety of hidden dimensions you are dismayed. John Lennon hands me an apple, but it slips through my fingers. I am reborn as an ocelot. You disapprove. A crack echoes through the universe in defiance of conventional physics as cosmological background noise shifts from randomness to a perfect A Flat. Children everywhere stop what they are doing and hum along in perfect pitch with the background radiation. Birds fall from the sky as the sun engulfs the earth. You hesitate momentarily before allowing yourself to assume the locus of all knowledge. Entropy crumbles as you peruse the information contained within the universe. A small library in Phoenix ceases to exist. You stumble under the weight of everythingness, Your mouth opens up to cry out, and collapses around your body before blinking you out of the spatial plane. You exist only within the fourth dimension. The fountainhead of all knowledge rolls along the ground and collides with a small dog. My head tastes sideways as spacetime is reestablished, you blink back into the corporeal world disoriented, only for me to hand you a hamburger as my body collapses under the strain of reconstitution. The universe has reasserted itself. A particular small dog is fed steak for the rest of its natural life. You die in a freak accident moments later, and you soul works at the returns desk for the Phoenix library. You disapprove. Your disapproval sends ripples through the inter-dimensional void between life and death. A small child begins to cry as he walks toward the stairway where his father stands.

reach out and feel nothing.

You ask for a hamburger, I give you a hamburger. You raise it to your lips and take a bite. Your eye twitches involuntarily. Across the street a father of three falls down the stairs. You swallow and look down at the hamburger in your hands. I give you a hamburger. You swallow and look down at the hamburger in your hands. You cannot swallow. There are children at the top of the stairs. A pickle shifts uneasily under the bun. I give you a hamburger. You look at my face, and I am pleading with you. The children are crying now. You raise the hamburger to your lips, tears stream down your face as you take a bite. I give you a hamburger. You are on your knees. You plead with me to go across the street. I hear only children's laughter. I give you a hamburger. You are screaming as you fall down the stairs. I am your child. You cannot see anything. You take a bite of the hamburger. The concrete rushes up to meet you. You awake with a start in your own bed. Your eye twitches involuntarily. I give you a hamburger. As you kill me, I do not make a sound. I give you a hamburger. You asked me for a hamburger, but it turns out I don't really exist. Where I was originally standing, a picture of a hamburger rests on the ground. You awake as a hamburger. You start screaming only to have special sauce fly from your lips. The world is in sepia. Why are we speaking German? A mime cries softly as he cradles a young cow. Your grandfather stares at you as the cow falls apart into patties. You look down only to see me with pickles for eyes, I am singing the song that gives birth to the universe.

whhoooaaaaaa

Time to bust out your Avatar 3D glasses folks. Spooooooooky style!

big ups to Jesus Christ for dying for our sins.

dig a hole, burn some wood

THANKS, DAN THOMSON.

surely you jest!

YOU RUINED GENGHIS TRON IN THE BACKSEAT OF MY TRUCK

FEVER RAY

ok, so everyone loved the knife's silent shout when it came out.
this is the same chick. this stuff is way better though.
she even covers nick cave, how fucking raunchy is that?



i'll provide the a link for the album tonight, right now i'm too busy at work giving out equipment and stuff. i'm a very diligent worker, you know.

EDIT - DOWNLOAD

BITCH CAN HOOOOWWWWLLLL

TAKE MY BREATH AAAWWWWWAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYY
I'M IN LOVE DUDE

A New Era

it's time for a change. no more shit life. no more slime. nothing foul can stay.
WE CAN BE FUCKED WITH. WE ARE VULNERABLE AND BEAUTIFUL AND PURE.
God exists and He loves us all.

skiing is for little fat kids

What? Really?

Andrew earned these honkerburgers.

Ehhh.

Little hard to see, sorry. Mark and I got paid to listen to heinous BM and do this. Miss it.

UNACCEPTABLE

YOU HAVE NO PRIDE. YOU ARE ONLY SHAME. PROVOKE ME AGAIN AND YOU WILL BE STRIPPED OF MORE THAN JUST HAIR. I WILL DISCONNECT YOUR SOUL FROM THE CARCASS YOU CALL YOUR FORM. YOU ARE NOTHING FRANK MURPHY. YOU ARE SHIT. HOW DARE YOU MOCK ME. HOW DARE YOU LAUGH IN MY FACE. I AM UNHOLY. I AM UNFORGIVING. I EAT DREAMS AND SHIT NIGHTMARES. NOTHING CAN STOP ME. NOT MAN, NOR BEAST, NOR BEARDED FAGGOT. I EAT SCUM. YOURE SCUM. I DRINK SLIME. YOU'RE SLIME. I HAVE CROSSED THE GREAT DIVIDE AND RETURNED MORE TIMES THAN YOUVE TAKEN SHITS AND I WILL CONTINUE TO DO SO UNTIL THE END OF TIME.

I AM THE END OF TIME.

DO NOT CROSS ME AGAIN.

i need drugs

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Loose Tweets sink Fleets

favorite people: fox mulder

tonight, i want to share with you one of my favorite people, fox mulder!


fox mulder is awesome. he fucks around with ghosts and aliens and killers and is always looking for the truth.


he gets to shoot a gun whenever he wants and runs around with this hot chick that loves science a lot.

DDDUUUUUHHHHHHHH

just last night, i watched an episode where mulder and scully ended up in the basement of a museum where they are attacked by hundreds of ravenous cats. they get away unharmed, but there's NO EVIDENCE OF CATS ever being there! how cool is that? being a federal agent isn't easy, you know.

favorite fox mulder quotes:

"what the hell is that!"

"shut up scully."

"case....closed."

*spills coffee on lap*
"that's great. now my pants are gonna be up all night."


HEY LOOK AT THAT

so there you have it, one of my favorite people. i hopes hes yours toos nows!