This biography taunts you with its nakedness and you grind your teeth together as it pleads with you to fill in the blanks. And what it feels like is not unlike before the moment a small child contorts his face and is about to scream for the candy at the register. And what it sounds like is the whizzing of air right before the strap hits your hand.

Why are you here? Are you listening? Can you hear what I am saying?


The tension rises in and behind your occipital lobes and the blood rushes to paint your cheeks. Red is the color, the headache is in the mail and the aspirin sits, loaded in your hand like a gun at your hip.

I can't stand this.

Look at the red, red changes in the sky. You want to look away but you just can't bring yourself to do it can you punk?

Why?

Because when it comes down to it, this gimme gimme society of ours is missing something magical isn't it? Something so sexy and captivating that it doesn't have to sport a Prada handbag to prove anything to anyone. It's called mystery.

What's with the fascination with the echelon?

This is a gift. This is the part of the bio where you get angry, claw at your screen and take matters into your own hands and this is the part where you shift uncomfortably in your Staples brand office chair because wouldn't you know it, where it is worn out, is the exact spot where the padding doesn't meet your spine.

Only $49.99 what a steal!

This is where you write the damn thing yourself. Where you open your handy dandy program and voraciously begin to change the entire she-bang, the whole enchilada. Bob Ezrin doesn't have creative control, you do.

Hold the onions.

This feeling is not unlike a canis lupus tearing the meat clear off the bones of its prey. And it's not unlike pouring the entire bottle of bleach in the load to get at the stains. It must fall apart before it can be fixed. You smash the letters into the keypad. You are livid and you smell of a sickly sweet combination of testosterone and sweat. This is a monstrosity; you pull at your hair.

What's that word? Trick...trich-oh-till-o-mania something.

Your underwear are in a bunch, you missed the exit and there is no turning back now, so you delete this line.

And this one.
And this one.
And so on.
And so on.

The punctuation was all wrong anyway.

And so on.
Ad libitum.

You hear the voices in your head

G'head, knock yourself out kid. Write the fucking biography.

Later you can print it, frame it and treasure it.

Yes!

More voices?

You wonder to yourself how long you have been hearing those voices but you let it go because the no vacancy sign is lit and because this, this will be an eternal keepsake of the special moment in time when you chose to swim against conformity. And this will be that moment when you chose to use something that very few people still know how to access.

It's called imagination kids. Ain't it grand?

Maybe our hero is a banana-skin-smoking park ranger, working at a naughty nudist colony in Uganda who periodically ships knock-off bottles of crystal for extra bling to MTV sets in the good old US of A for all the pretty, pretty, disillusioned people because "nice work if you can get it." A ranger parading around in only a hat, who over the years has developed an unnatural fascination with bubble wrap and those little static electricity-charged Styrofoam S's. Or maybe, just maybe, he used to model bikinis for some obscure, fetish driven, hairy-backed porn website and the real shocker is that you were in a couple of those glossies.

Say cheese.

You can go on kidding yourself but the truth of the matter is, Mom's going to recognize you on the pop-up whilst surfing for online bargains any day now.

Oh the shame of it!

You breathe through your eyelids.

Get a grip on yourself man.

You align your yin with your yang and let your imagination soar--because when it comes down to it, the sky's the limit baby. The sky's the limit.

Juicy fruit is gonna move you. Chews so soft it gets right through you?

You take a good look around and smile to yourself with the sudden realization that all of this has the potential to be as freeing as Disney intended Willy to be. If only you'd allow yourself the luxury of savoring a moment, you could have a whale of a time.

Take a sniff. Pull it out. The taste is going to move you when you pop it in your mouth.

You don't want to run. You don't want to run.

The taste, the taste, the taste is gonna move you.

Dot. Dot. Dot.

It begins now. Write it.

You can finish the dishes after you finish up here. That's the good news and the sauce they serve with it is called no one will hold any of this against you.

This is insanity.

Maybe so, but I'm not writing it, you are.


(Im still in search of it...if anyone knows where to find it let me know pls) L

Think for yourself
Question authority

Throughout human history, as our species has faced the frightening,
terrorizing fact that we do not know who we are, or where we are going in
this ocean of chaos, it has been the authorities, the political, the
religious, the educational authorities who attempted to comfort us by
giving us order, rules, regulations, informing, forming in our minds their
view of reality. To think for yourself you must question authority and
learn how to put yourself in a state of vulnerable, open-mindedness;
chaotic, confused, vulnerability to inform yourself.

Some say the end is near.
Some say we'll see armageddon soon.
I certainly hope we will.
I sure could use a vacation from this

Bullshit three ring circus sideshow of
Freaks

Some say a comet will fall from the sky.
Followed by meteor showers and tidal waves.
Followed by faultlines that cannot sit still.
Followed by millions of dumbfounded dipshits.

Some say the end is near.
Some say we'll see armageddon soon.
I certainly hope we will
I sure could use a vacation from this
stupid shit, silly shit, stupid shit...
One great big festering neon distraction,
I've a suggestion to keep you all occupied.
Learn to swim.

Fuck L Ron Hubbard and Fuck all his clones.
Fuck all these gun-toting Hip gangster wannabes.
Fuck retro anything. Fuck your tattoos.
Fuck all you junkies and Fuck your short memory.

Cuz I'm praying for rain
and I'm praying for tidal waves
I wanna see the ground give way.
I wanna watch it all go down.

Don't just call me pessimist.
Try and read between the lines.
I can't imagine why you wouldn't
Welcome any change, my friend.
I wanna see it come down.


-Tool

so I havn't written in a while due to my crazy schedule. So far School is goin well , though I missed the last week due to having this evil strain of flu that just wont let up(beware of the hamilton strain!)
The Art is coming along, currently doing a painting assignment which is constricting my time even more. The work load is unbarable at times but im trying to keep a poistive attitude. Gotta make the most of it.
So school is got me tied up for most of the week and when im not doin that im either working or partying. Yeah my life is a whirl wind at the moment.
so chaotic.

But I did get to take a break last nite when I went to the In flames show at the Kool haus. Zao, Devil Driver, and Trivium were the opening acts,, though we missed Zao and Devil driver cause we were to busy trying to get an extra ticket off a scalper.Ugh...worst idea ever!

Anyways when we got in Trivium was playing so we pushed our way to get as close as possible,and we mangaged to get pretty close to the stage.Then I got my head cracked during the Inflames performance, when some fucking moron crowd surfed over top of me and Sandra and nearly dropped on us. Felt like someone hit me with a sack of bricks. But it was all worth while I guess. And I have a bunch of battle wounds I can show off too. .. and a cigarette burn ( yeah the pits were fucking dangerous for sure).
Did a little crowd surfing , which was a total rush. Amongst the list of other crazy things we did (which i wont get into) the highlight definetly had to be meeting the boys of Trivium and In Flames.
You guys are gonna hate me, but yes once again, we managed to get ourselves onto the bands tour buses. Weeeeeeeee....
Yeah I couldnt beleive it myself we got to meet Matt, and Corey who are real nice guys, Corey being the fucking joker. I luv that guy with his naughty deck of 70's homo porn cards. Travis and the boys all signed our tickets and we got oursleves a few souvenirs off the bus. Sandra scored a hat, while I got myself a pair of hand cuffs? haha, yeah im serious. HAND CUFFS!
Then we were introduced to a lovely lady named Rita with a heart of gold. Which also came to be the widow of the late Dimebag Darell, (RIP) of Pantera.
Shes currently touring with trivium capturing tour footage and pics for an upcoming DVD which I dont remeber the release date, but yes me and Sandra may or may not be featured on it.

LOL. Doing what? im not gonna say at the moment. You'll just have to wait and see.

Later we got onto In flames tour bus, and Met Anders, Peter, Jesper, all the guys including there tour manger whos also known as Santa claus. haha.
Yeah super nice, down to earth guys, totally fan oriented, I just couldnt say enough good things about this band. They were real good hosts, made us comfy, got us alcohal, food, even got a part of there crew to go get mine and Sandras jackets that we had left behind in coach check cuase we were to drunk to remeber
We made our rounds from bus to bus, got all our stuff signed, i managed to take a few pics with in flames. Thank god i had my cell phone on me, so yeah once again the pics are shit quality. It was an eventful night...from what i can remeber...lol

It was defenitly the best concert ive been to to date!!
The show was mind blowing and the fans are fucking crazy! (including myself)
Anyone that was there will agree with me In Flames fucking rocked!!!

I give last nite 2 flaming devil horns up!!!

And I will post at least one of the pics in my scraps so check it out

Anyways I hope you all take care, and I should be posting some new art shortly.

Peace.

Yes another splendid night with my partner in crime.

I went to the P.O.D show last night at the Opera house and it was fucking awesome! The show was Boomin' and the mosh pits were crazy.
But what made it soo good was after the show when me, Sandra and Drew decided we were gonna get ourselves onto P.O.D's tour bus.
AND WE DID!!!!!!

YES thats right

Well it was really Traa the bassist that got us on. I dont remember exactly how it came about or how we bumped into Traa (yes me and my bottle of rum were getting to know eachother most of the night) But we did get on to one of there bus's. They had 2 there. It appeared that Sonny, Noah and Jason hibernated in the first, well because thier family men and I guess they are not into the hardcore party lifestyle. Which is totally respectable. That and because they were holding a "meeting" at the time. Whatever that means.
We found that out after some old fuck(bus driver) came off the bus and told us to "fuck off!" after knocking on the window. Too bad he dosn't know I unscrewed his gas cap. Muahahahaha! Lose gas cap for him!!!

Traa was totally cool and ready to set it off. We totally hung out and drank a staggering amount of coronas (yes ppl im not a beer drinker on most nights) But thats all they had in stock, so well I took whatever I could get.
A bunch of other ppl were on the bus as well from the opening band Porcelain youth. They were pretty chillin' guys as was P.O.D's tour manager Danny. Near the end of the night they took down my info and promised to get in touch which was really cool of them. They also gave me a can of pringles and a twix for my b-day. Awwww Yeah! And polished my purse with some beer! Thanx guys! lol.

But yeah it was a wicked night, Not anywhere remotely close to my night with STATIC-X(which you can read about in my previous journal entry), ofcourse, nothing will ever top partying with static-x on their bus.....but it WAS alot of fun!
I think im gonna start making a habit of getting on to tour bus's and chilling with bands. Its really that much fun. And well the free booze. Heh.
I gotta keep my polish blood warm somehow, right?

So anyways stayed tuned for the disastrous adventures of Lisa and Sandra, cause you sure as hell know their will be more!
Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Maybe we'll get oursleves onto the Deftones tour bus this coming April! That would just plain rock!
And TY, Thanks for pickin' up your phone this time. Sorry I wasn't able to get anyone to sing to you. But I will tell Wayne to call ya back, so keep ur phone on you at ALL TIMES!!!!


*Pics are in scraps*

So I had myself the Craziest/mindblowing/hair raising night ever!!!!! (No pun intended Wayne) XD

So heres what went down. A bunch of friends and I went to the Static-x show at the Phoenix last night, and whoa---eeeeee it turned out to be a killer night. Yes it was amazing with Ill nino as the openers and static-x blowing the crowd away. But besides the show being fuckin wicked, ofcourse, the night progressively got better. (Yeah i know, it actually got better?! Yesser.)
After Static-x cleared the stage and everyone headed out the front doors a goth angel appeared to me and Sandra, with his heavely pierced face and black makeup, he handed us Aftershow/VIP wristbands to hang out and meet the bands. Then he vanished into thin air (guys im not kidding, he seriously did vanish). It was so freakin wierd. but it ruled!!!!! Cause now we had the doors of opportunity opened for us, so we lined up and waited as the club slowly emptied, and waited, and waited. Then out of restlessness my girl Sandra starts making converstaion with some guy in the hallway who ends up being no other then Tony the bassist from static-X! He was so impressed with our lack of star struck attitudes he invited us to the tour bus to chill with the band!!! SO regardless of the fact that we had VIP wristbands he tottally thought we were cool enough to hang. So to make a long story short we all chilled and drank (wayne kept pouring me canadian clubs; he wanted to get me drunk and take advantage of my goodies, which i was totally cool with) He also let me be in charge of what we listened to. I was DJ L to the J the whole night. He was quite keen on my musical choices and when I told him to play some "mutha fuckin Deftones Beee-hotch!" Oh and Tool. Apparently they toured wit Deftones and smoked the chronic with them. LOL. But Maynard is anti-social and dosn't like to crawl out from under his rock. The light burns his skin. So they've never met. Figures.
So the night just kept surpassing my expectations of a good time. Sitting with the band and just shooting the shit was more then I could have asked for. It was amazing. I got my arm signed by Nick after I explained I had alot more dignity then to have my boob signed. He respected that. Wayne didn't. But then again I think he wanted to see some man boob instead. (Only sandra and Phil will know what im talking about). But as the night progressed and my blood to alcohal ratio increased I eventually gave in. I also had my tickets signed and took some pics with the band. Ugh.. but i had to use the camera on my phone cause I lost my disposable earlier. So the quality of the photos is shit, but i guess its not all bad, at least i got myself some proof. So yeah, we all chilled on there bus most of the night, went into the club a few times and ran around on stage like maniacs, got chased down by security (oh and some weird manican looking transexual). But ofcourse they had nothing on us considering we had the ultimate excuse for all our bad behaviour; WERE WITH THE BAND!! (In the face!) Later we decided to hit up Ill Nino's bus which was cramed with hot boys. CRAMED.But I wont get into that. I totally embarassed Tony and Chris when I beat them in an arm wrestle! (Now they know not too mess with my guns) . Hahaha. The only thing that sucked is that I didn't get to fullfill my mission. And the mission was this. To get Wayne static in his bunk with me. LOL. Their bus was actually quite nifty and roomy but there bunks were overwhelmingly tiny, so I decided if I could fit myself and wayne in one ...well then that would be something. and yes it was also a ridiculous excuse to get *ahem* friendly with him. That would be some story to tell my grandkids. lol. But unfortunetly I just couldn't tear him away from one of his overbearing female groupies who hung on him all night like a fat kid on cake. But its all good. I eventually got my time with wayney.
I just so made a long story long but I cant help it! Im not trying to brag, but I must, I MUST, share. I just cant hold it in! I had such an amazing night, I cannot beee-lieve I actually hung out with the wonderfully talented boys of static-X. Thats soo fucking awesome!!!!
Theres soo much crazy shit that happened, Ive just barely touched on the events of last nite. I wish I could write it all, but theres too much to say and not enough finger power to write.*sigh*
SO I will end it on this note STATIC-X FUCKING RULES!!!!!!!!!! There such cool guys and surprisingly down to earth. If your into heavy metal with some electronic undertones, and you ever get the opportunity to see them live, DO SO! I promise you you will not regret it. Oh and Tell Nick it was me who tagged his mirror.

*Pics are in scraps*