21.

Well, it's been a while-after my birthday but I'm so happy that it finally came. Thank you to everyone who got me silly and all of those who came to the real birthday party. Although it's been a while since I've played an actual show I happened to suddenly get an urge to do a little D.J. Thing and release a mixtape. Not just any mixtape though an actual produced mixtape. I don't think I'm going to have it covered but I am making sleeves! Matt F. And I finished three of them this weekend and I'm telling ya, they look amazing. Since I kind of love all of you I decided I'll show you 1 out of the 3. If you'd like you can tell me what you think via-myspace or here.
Feast your eyes:


The other two are pretty opposite actually. I think that's why I like them so much because we didn't have the same style on every picture. I still don't know if I want to D.J. Shows yet. I just don't. But the Culture Clash event is coming up and I'm sure that'd be fun; D.J. Wise. In other news I can now skateboard again, hooray! No switch or nollie-kicks though. The video could be coming along faster but I think we're all just all over the place. Last night, however, my best friend and I discussed going to Ohio to skate woodward! Sure, it's pricey but it's got a launch ramp that goes into FOAM! Geoffrey learning back flips off launch ramps?
Speaking of, "all of us being everywhere," this very night, after the skate park, I spoke with Davod about how Conrad and I have been always interested in starting an on-line show. Since we have a really fine camera, and access to different lighting and other tech. Equipment, this may go under way! Oh. The pilot I came up with today was so funny; or at least Davod and Matt B. Thought.
Keywords: Kenyan, Drugs and Money.



Hopefully by next month we'll be filming in ATL! But this is more along the lines of Davod turning 21 and in Atlanta you can carry your drink bar-to-bar. Plus I want a tattoo, and also my part so far in the film is REALLY short. I need to fill up about four minutes. I expect some of it will also be silly shit but the more the better.

P.S. If you want the mixtape that I'm going to be releasing, hopefully by the end of this month, just throw me an e-mail: pukeshiza@gmail.com or myspace.com/slothpuppets

I Thought I Could Fly.

As weeks go on I'm getting oh-so tired. While going through my old room I found a notebook of lyrics I had wrote for my old band Mokele Mbembe. Actually, the band is only four years old; since we broke up, but as I read I felt that I was more in touch with what was wrong with human nature; and enjoyed exploiting it. Oddly enough, today I read in my English book today that a lot of "reveal-the-truth" authors are always over looked, only the only person over looking me is myself.
Anyways, I'm sorry for making you read this; if you decided to get even this far, but I would like to share my lyrics. Oh. Also, I won't write down Rowland's lyrics on the behalf of his privacy.
Doc Holiday Was Not A Doctor but He Was Good At Giving Shots:
Did your mind change quickly, when you found out your life expentency? I don't want to be replaced or indespensible. Tell my family goodbye and hope for a miracle.
This isn't a fucking story book

Don't Wake Daddy; With His Strict Schedule and Alcoholism, He'll Beat You:
How will your God judge all of you? What will you do? Shoot, stab, choke and drown me. Take me to the highest tree and hang me like a trophy. It's your ecstacy. To tell you the truth I never liked me but I loathed you; I love you, but I've chosen darkness.

On Judgement Day...
Hu-Hunny give me money. You keep creeping down on your knees. Bleed money, love your economy(be our slut, please). This is what you get because of what you did? No one cares how you'll die. Here I lie, there you'll lie. Crazy characteristic, should we stay so sadistic? Your clueless kids tell me, "This is a generation we hate to see."

Don't Wake Daddy; He Still Won't Make You Fucking Pancakes
Time to face what we've become, greedy fascist bastards to the bone. I know we must decieve, as we've lost our populious. Descend from your dreams into oblivion

One... Three... Nine?! We've Got Problems
I don't want to be part of this solution you call "revolution."



Everyone seems to be doing fine and my ankle looks like he's about ready to get back on that piece of wood he calls, "home..."