Greatest Lyricists: Pt. 1

Some people just amaze me as lyricists.

Dave Gahan (Frontman of Depeche Mode)

Songs like John the Revelator, Everything Counts, People are People, Enjoy the Silence, Blasphemous Rumours...
This man can still write something as thought provoking as what he's dished out in his earlier years.
I mean John the Revelator is primarily a dance track but read these lyrics!!

John the Revelator
by Depeche Mode

John the Revelator
Put him in a elevator
Take him up to the highest high
Take him up to the top
where the mountains stop
Let him tell his book of lies
John the Revelator
He's a smooth operator
It's time we cut him down to size
Take him by the hand
And put him on the stand
Let us hear his alibis
By claiming God as his only rock
He's stealing a god from the Israelite
Stealing a god from a Muslim, too
There is only one god through and through
Seven lies, multiplied by seven, multiplied by seven again
Seven angels with seven trumpets
Send them home on the morning train
Well who's that shouting?
John the Revelator!
All he ever gives us is pain
Well who's that shouting?
John the Revelator!
He should bow his head in shame
Bye-byeBye-byeBye-byeBye-bye
Seven lies, multiplied by seven,
multiplied by seven again
Seven angels with seven trumpets
Send them home on the morning train
Well who's that shouting?
John the Revelator!
All he ever gives us is pain
Well who's that shouting?
John the Revelator!
He should bow his head in shame
Bye-bye
Bye-bye
John the Revelator
Bye-bye
John the Revelator
Bye-bye
John the Revelator

A semi-good day...

Well I woke up to a VERY pleasant surprise this morning. I sent a message to Lisa Harriton (the beautiful keyboardist for the 2007 Smashing Pumpkins Zeitgeist tour, and hopefully appearing on the next SP studio album) praising her efforts in the new tour. Even comparing her talents to that of Jonathan Melvoin (R.I.P) and Mike Garson (the Pumpkins' past keyboardists). I didn't expect her to respond at all but to my surprise, there's a lovely surprise in my inbox from Miss Lisa Harriton. That shows me something. That shows me that even with the continuation of the SP tour beginning today, this woman can still respond to a fan. I even had a brief convo with Maynard Keenan earlier this year (I hope, didn't think to question). Anyways, she ended the message, with her signa as "Lis". I thought it was cute. Heh, heh.

The rest of my day, was actually eventless. I went to hang out with my close friend Randi-Jean. We were supposed to venture out into the world in search of a good time. We didn't unfortunately. We stayed at her house watching TV. Heh, heh. I did have a good time. There's not very many people I can waste time with. Randi is one of em'. Heh. I love ya Randi. You rock

Oh and Randi...I just remembered our survival lesson from Weasel...

SNAP!!!!!

hahahaha

Much Love Peoples



-JrM

Best Music of 2007

That's It.

I've heard some pretty horrible music

this year and I'm sick of people defending it.

So, I'm going to make a list of albums I'm going to defend
that 2007 had to offer..

In order of release:

1.Bloc Party- A Weekend in the City

(Hunting for Witches, I Still Remember, Waiting for the 7:18, Where Is Home?)

2.Modest Mouse- We Were Dead Before the Ship Even Sank

(Dashboard, We've Got Everything, People as Places as People)

3.Arctic Monkeys- Favourite Worst Nightmare

(Teddy Picker, Balaclava, D is for Dangerous, 505)

4.The Nightwatchman- One Man Revolution

(One Man Revolution, The Road I Must Travel, Maximum Firepower)

5.Chris Cornell- Carry On
(Arms Around Your Love, Bille Jean (Michael Jackson Cover), Roads We Choose (Bonus Track)

6.Tiger Army- Music From Regions Beyond

(Spring Forward, Pain, Where the Moss Slowly Grows, Forever Fades Away)

7.Queens of the Stone Age- Era Vulgaris

(Sick, Sick, Sick, Battery Acid, 3's and 7's)

8.The White Stripes- Icky Thump
(Icky Thump, Rag & Bone, Little Cream Soda)

9.Bad Religion- New Maps of Hell

(Fields of Mars, Prodigal Son, New Dark Ages, Dearly Beloved, Scrutiny, Grains of Wrath)

10.Against Me!- New Wave

(Piss and Vinegar, Up the Cuts, Thrash Unreal, White People for Peace, The Ocean)

11.Smashing Pumpkins- Zeitgeist

(Every Track)

12.Kanye West- Graduation

(Stronger, Good Life, Can't Tell Me Nothing, Champion)

13.Foo Fighters- Echoes, Silence, Patience & Grace

(The Pretender, Let It Die, Cheer Up Boys, Home)

14.Jimmy Eat World- Chase This Light

(Every Track)

15.Kenna- Make Sure They See My Face

(Loose Wires, Baptized in Blacklight, Say Goodbye to Love, The Deafest 1's)

16.Coheed & Cambria- Good Apollo, I'm Burning Star IV: Vol.2: No World For Tomorrow
(Every Track)

17.Puscifer- V is for Vagina

(Queen B., DoZo, Momma Sed, The Undertaker, Sour Grapes, Vagina Mine)

(Let's Go) Crash

(Let’s Go) Crash
By Johnny-Ray

In it’s comfort, it suffered most
In it’s orbit, it never moved
In it’s wake, it came to rest
Safe and still, I suggest

That we crash, wake up baby
Lets go crash, this life is lazy
C’mon crash we’ll last a while
You wont be placed upon a trial
Just crash with meIn opposites,
we still collide

My chest is out, I’m still afraid
I’m never right, I’m never wrong
Out of place, I still belong

Cause I crash, off to light speed
Let it go and crash
Who knows why lies beyond
The last crash
I've never gone so fast
Guide me in it’s trespass

In this life, who woos the death?
Look alive And take a breath
Crash
Wont last
Crash
Go fast
Crash
Last crash
Crash
Go fast
I wanna crash
Take a number and
Crash
Never slumber
Crash
Just take me out,
Take me round to crash about
Go fast
Just crash

MushrooM

MushrooM
By Johnny-Ray

Lunacy, take me off the road
Take me to the sea
Wash me clean
And christen me as your own

I’m not a man of god
But if I prayed
Would you take me away?

Next to me is all my darkness
All the shades of me
Fill me inAnd shine me thru with light
Never been a hero
But if I was
Would you let me save you
……as I’ve been saved tonight.

This breath is mine
I’ll say what I wish
My heart will pine
So I should say this
don’t fall in love too soon
I’m still on the way
Lately in my looking glass
You sit in my gaze
Take me on
And let me look no more
Could I be just as great?
Could my love change you?
Would you take me as I am?
I’ll stay here for youI cannot be cruel
I’ve been here so blue
Of always being the fool
If you cant love me…Put me down…a mushroom in the ground

Filthy Holy Habit (Devil Weak Handed)

Filthy Holy Habit (Devil Weak Handed)
By Johnny-Ray

Belief by the dollar
Or protest beside millions
Pricey fictional splendors
Try not to get tricked again
Labor for the liar
Or wary of the hook
Praising would-be saviors
In a holy comic book.
Despite what was promised
Doubt is in the air
Of all earth’s trial and error
In the hands of one creator
They all keep fucking moving
The shit they all believe
That a being far beyond human
Is conjuring the dreams.
Who really spawned the human being?
Who really built the first machine?
Will we ever see that face?
And he fail the human race?

Self Fiasco

Self Fiasco
By Johnny-Ray

I’m in a rut
A thousand bucks
Safely tucked
In a keep safe
Lady luck
Wont give a fuck
If your vice gripped eyes
Were an earache

Life is all but a dream
And the sandman wants to make you scream
And your praying “God let anything
Disrupt this array of things gone out of hand”
I’m eating your life out of a can
And it tastes as if the marching band
On the tip your teeth
is trapped under the lies beneath
Like the hostess with the light lips
Feeling like she gives a shit
And my best caress
Lies way down
Secreted in that dress
For the few, it’s Karma curfew
And speaking of you,
You left a promising life of which your mama sang
It’s true, it’s all we do
Just obey the talking truth
With nothing to dispute
For the few it’s Karma curfew
I’m thinking it through
With each day lived in fantasy
Is one more notch crossed off for me
It’s true, there’s nothing to prove
And less to look forward to
Insatiably crude
have you all a clue?
To conclude, it’s Karma curfew
I’m lying to you
What’s worse is you cant see
Examine the photography
It’s true, it’s all that we’ll doI give up my truth
With nothing to disputeI’m ready to lose everything

All the Pretty Girls

All the Pretty Girls
By Johnny-Ray

Siren for the children
Fight song for the men
Last call for whomever
Says they’re on our side
I didn’t want to fight
Like you I wanted freedom
But everyone’s got a last straw
And mine is broken on a camel’s back
And I wanna thank you
To all these men and their mothers
To all the desert dwellers longing for a drink
My disgust is for the coward slaves
The very evil I’m forced to save
This fight’s for all the pretty girls
You can keep your last dollar
My every penny’s been spent
On feeding my family one last time
This didn’t have to be
I shouldn’t even be here
I’m not fighting for no god
This is for my girl and I And our last moments together

Eleventy-Seven (Pt.2)

Eleventy-Seven (Pt.2)
By Johnny-Ray

Skin tick alimony
Outstretched arms
Spitfire armory
Blue cadaver farms
The password is hidden from the taskmaster

In a diabetic sugar land, lend me a hand
In a bastard plantation, my father waits
Anvils in a light hover
Haste around dead lovers
don’t pacify me I’m ok
Leave my dosage aloneThey single me only
The judging spotlights
Holding ceremony
Exchanging sound bytes
The jumpsuits pair me
With a green eyed girl
Aboard an aero plane lost at sea
Taken them in moderation
These tiny pills are killing me
Paper in a dead plunge
Cutting as it comes down
This lonely girl becomes a product of death
And I’m coming around
Cradling inevitability
My own foaming acidity flooding over me
The mothers mourn their infertility
While the milk sours
Keeping appearances
I’ll squeeze a smile
Though they drag me through my own blood.
Fuck you, I.C.U, Where’s the golden mile?
The neon sneaker march carries on for days and days
There will be so much pain to witness
Good thing I’m already gone

Dogs On Planet Earth

Dogs on Planet Earth
By Johnny-Ray

God, call me a martyr
Call me what you will
Just call me in the morning
When everyone is killed
Tell me its all over
Let me know who wins
Just tell me close to midnight
When the extinction march begins
All the unsung heroes
First in the crusade
Lifeless on the dust,
Blackmailed into fighting
Like each one of us
The line has been tapped
Blood on our lap
Broaden the gap
And the teens are all strapped to the teeth.

I loved my mother
I loved my girl
But now that I crawl
At the end of the world
I want to say
You were all so good to me
But I gotta go
Satan’s on the line
Of his last phone call
I got bullets in the chamber
With his name on em’ all
Stronger than the body
Thicker than the blood
Nowhere near as thickAs the oncoming flood
God call me a train wreck
Call me your son
But when doomsday is arise
You cant call anyone

In Somnya

In Somnya
By Johnny-Ray

Pale eyes
The night is arise
Into sight
I am yet to arrive
Crouched in the brush
That gives nighttime its blush
And deep do I sink do its hue
Patiently biding for you

All is dreamed
In a habitat of sleep
When we wake is just yet to be seen
Valiantly
We live a fantasy
When our eyes are resting
Slumbered when the mind sings
In a habitat of sleep

In lies
The brine of disguise
When it peaks here, it doesn’t’ dry
The spoils wont wait
After toils of day
Splendor rains when you wont awake

The mind’s eye locks in it’s close
Burrows itself in a dose
that flows
should the sage choose the blow
Wherever you wish to go

All is dreamed
In a habitat of sleep
Its where solace fits snug on your sleeve
Where the night seems
Like a drug or a drink
That befit’s the most royal of beings
It’s beyond anything
Dead-eyes
But very much alive
And the lights like the storms..will subside

Muddy, Sickly, Sickened

Muddy, Sickly, Sickened
By Johnny-Ray

Don’t mind me, it’s the slimy haggard inside me
Attempting to hide me.I
n a moat’s cloak revoked
I’m the oath you swore for the very last time
I’ll come out clean, out the ravine
And scene, I’ll start the whole acting thing
Where there, I’ll wait in ware
That these eyelids will not sweat a stare
Ready the incense, flash your license
I’ll speak the nonsense, than pay this life’s rent
Is this what god meant when he then spent
His last dollars and cents, just to make us repent

Muddy, Sickly, Sickened, I wait…

The rest is due in time in late night rapes and lies
Midnight bridle wears safe, tonight’s trial of your rape
Sweating glass, you could just pass time while you fast
The moments you had praised last
and harass him to the point where you just ask
Why is death so far away?
My solace decays…Dark defiles for the sake,
tasting, smiling of your rape
Nightmare and escapes, along with the yellow tape
That clearly states this rape
See you flagging your estate,
trickster trials and traits
That always bide their bait, the gap would elongate
Then darkness is the standing fate

Muddy, Sickly, Sickened I wait

Eleventy-Seven

Eleventy-Seven
By Johnny-Ray

Like endless strain in a vacant muscle
Disdain all over your face
We all face the error of these ways
We never pay attention
Some other animal in its chase
Dies and dissolves away
Think not to pay it mind
Just go about your day
Bring bricks together softer
Find shade in a well lit hole
Like tenors in a lightning opera
The high notes hit new lows
Push forth while pulling back
Swing sideways but on track
Fulfill neglected needs
Unkill these dying breeds
Count backwards from eleventy-seven
Speed dialing heaven from a payphone
Take in the atmospheric stench
Rotting forsaken flesh
Olympus is open arms
But it don’t mean shit
All I’ve got is this tiny stitch
What I’ve done, it happens again
I’ve got a new set of eyes
And a newfound respect for goodbyes
…and an open mind.

Latch Key Kelly

Latch Key Kelly
By Johnny-Ray

I pet the northern lights
And dragged down the glare
I kept it nonchalant
Though what I found was rare
Latch Key Kelly
What would triton do
If all the myths were true?
The seas tried to drown you
Denied that they knew.
I’m beneath the holy glass
And with the pots and pans
Kelly at long last
We cant wait till you land
Latch Key Kelly are you ready to die
It was meant to be
You must never know
but I want you to go
But don’t look back at me.
Vanished into the mine
At least I found myself
But Kelly pays no mind
She’s sittin of the shelf
Upon my night stand
I know she’ll never leave,
So I don’t ask…
She says “Baby, I believe in you”
Latch Key Kelly,
Bedside Betty
My love,
Take me with you,
I’ve changed my mind
don’t leave me here,
I’m out of time of this place
Kelly take my hand,
we’ll drive the way
In a black cocoon
don’t need to pray
I’ll take it all,
and give in to your majesty
Latch Key Kelly,
my love…

New Pyramids

New Pyramids
By Johnny-Ray

It’s not always a straight line to the top
But it’s all on how you get there
The power tastes so good you just cant stop
So when you finally think you’ve made it
You slide back down to nowhere
The four sided lies lead to just one peak
I’d say for all nine lives
The future’s too soon to speak
Drop straight down
Like a child into the earth
Feed your kids
By their own afterbirth
Let’s share armor while we break bread with our friendly host
Gather all our brothers so we can stand and toast
The one who claims to love us, and says he cares the most
Inside he thinks us men are pigs and spits upon our ghosts
Take me at my word
They watched your father’s die
Wait until you realize
Your mother’s under watchful eye
Stay home in your sunshine
And in your sparkling ponds
Cause as far as were both concerned,
It’s not a great beyond.
Come around
Take in the burning air
Make a sound
All we got is loud
Here’s a culling song for you wraiths
You wont leave without disgrace
Reach in your pocket kid,
pull out a switchblade
Reach into your soul,
pull out a crusade
No bruise is wrong
No life is long
I don’t wanna carry on
So long
I don’t wanna carry on
It’s gone

Faith Waster

Faith Waster
By Johnny-Ray

Confined to chattered teeth,
He crafts a paper chapel
An origamic testament
To make-believe.
Haggled to the lowest price,
This splendor sees no light
A problematic atonement of his soul
He creates a saint and Satan
Praises neither one
Cuts his perfect palms
To watch deliverance run
Down his fingers, down to earth…
“I’m in the soil…when it dissipates
I’m in the air…when it recedes
I’m in the water…and when I wash ashore
I’m back and round’ again”
“I’m blind to all conversion”
He bellows to the mountain
An all but blistered sentiment
To his kingdom below.
“I will die more than once”
He now looks to the sky..
“Cause I am recast every time”
Pound at my door, torch and pitchfork,
Shove me to the floor, shove me some more
don’t let me rise to catch a breath
Beat me within an inch of death, And drag me on…
To the gallows where it’s too late to beg for vindication
Dust off the hood, tell me I’m no good and….cut me down.
“I’m in the soil
I’m in the air
I’m in your water
Kill me here…And I’m in your dreams”

Attica

Attica
By Johnny-Ray

My Baron is late
These walls are full of speaking words
That mold the surface.
My halt is in a haste,
To clean your conscious waste
And rid me of distaste
I am trapped in your gazes
Among the collared suitors, I am displaced.
I’m sipping on what’s left
That the hazards left to sit
Bending back just to behold
Those walking as opposites
You spayed the truth
And attempted a succor
In a salt scarlet envelope
And you welded your blames
To trap me inside
Rattling death echoes this tunnel
While the chill turned me cold
The eerie dripping
My fingers slipping
I will always hold a cavity in your karma
I’ll be a ghost when your habit wears backward

Warfaire

Warfaire
By Johnny-Ray

Peace without you patron
Place you on a post
So you can sleep a thousand years
And awaken as two ghosts
One as your protector
Your guardian for good
The other is your finest foe
And hunts now for your blood
Breeding forth full armies,
And arsenals to kill
When he gets the chance to rise
You bet your life he will.
Raise All Hell
Sound the Bell
Leave a Trail
Without Fail
Take me to the races
To place my final wage
Put my dollar on the end
For the devil sets the stage
Go with God, Good laborer,
And creep through heaven’s gate
Leave the front door open,
And let darkness invade.
The light has failed us here
The time is now at hand
To look the demons in the face
And meet every last demand…
“We Crave retribution,
Stacks of angel wings,
Cherub arms, legs, heads,
And virgin underlings.”

The Incident: Excerpt IV

It's midnight at Steele Manor
And now insomnia is eating every lingering minute slowly…and I mean slowly…It's not normal, I usually can drift away into a slumber within minutes of shutting my eyes…Everyone else has fallen asleep already. I'm pretty sure I'm the last one awake. What the hell? There's a knock at the door, a little past midnight, and there's a knock at the damn door…who else on earth has to be here. Ok I really have to answer that…

12:17 am

Well, we have a new house guest. I just let him in now. Since no one else could peel themselves off their sides to welcome him in, I had to be the one to do it. We had a brief chat for a few minutes until he set up in the living room. He said his name was Bruce Brandes, and his addition was by request of Professor Ted Slade. He didn't really delve into anymore details, in fact he was avoiding them, but I didn't pay any mind to it. I just wanted to sleep this night away. If only I could actually GET TO SLEEP.

1:29 pm

My footsteps woke Megan up. As a welcomed surprise she wanted to talk, she asked if I'd stay up with her. She tried to sleep but she's just gets nervous of letting her guard down. We talked for a good forty-five minutes about why we're both here. She told me exactly what I had guessed about her, she doesn't really want to be here…at all, but like I figured, she was here because she was far behind in her schoolwork.We also talked about what we do to pacify ourselves during our stay here. I told her about this journal, and my music. I showed her the play list and she seemed to be familiar with most of the songs on it. Especially a certain song on it from a musician named April March. The song was called Cet Air La and it is sung entirely in French. She told me that a song like that can take her to a completely different place. Most of the songs on that play list are just to be played loud to drown out other sounds…but Cet Air La, was there for the exact same reason Megan explained. The song allows me to take myself out of the moment, whatever it may be. When we talked, we leaned in closer every few minutes out of how interesting the conversation really was I guess.

I couldn't help but notice that this girl was beautiful. The kind of beautiful you might just blurt out in the open because it's driving you crazy keeping it in. The kind of beautiful that makes you stumble.I told her that if she wanted, I'd sit by her and type so that she can get to sleep feeling safe. I regret that, because I would've loved to stay up all night and talk to this girl.

So I went back downstairs to ring myself out (ha-ha)(that means I took a large piss, in case you didn't know)I also checked up on our latest contestant, Mr. Brandes to see if he was comfortable (since him and I weren't enemies just yet). He was walking around the halls scoping the place out as it were. He was a well-dressed man in the light. When I let him in it was dark so I couldn't get a good look at him. He looked like he was in his early 70's. tall, thin, bearded. He had one of those bowler hats on. REAL old fashioned. He had a camera around his neck. This man was INDEED old fashioned. His camera caught my eye. This thing was practically a fossil among cameras. If I'm right, this is a 1932 Contax I, with a focal-plane shutter. This camera was declared obsolete in the late 1930's because of the scarcity of spare parts due to the camera's fragility. Even with fresh film, a camera like this could barely produce a passable image. It couldn't. This camera was over seventy years old. As I kept studying this man, he just kept getting more and more unorthodox. As fascinating as he is…something about him, who he is, and why he's here…just gave me the eeriest feeling.

The Incident: Excerpt III

December 21st, 11:06 pm

I feel funny…you know the sharp sting you get in the pit of you stomach when you can sense danger coming? Well it wasn't that, I just plain feel like shit. Sorry to get you interacting just to leave you hanging. Anyways, someone in this house has just committed an awful hate crime on our one Hebrew guest. Here's where this is my problem…everyone blames me. I took a calligraphy class in high school, had they known this, they would've assumed the ass-backward handwriting on the wall was not of my doing. So, besides the dirty looks I've been getting from my housemates, the casual curse-outs, and the cold shoulder shoving…this has been an overwhelmingly pleasant experience so far. Can you just feel my sarcasm dripping off the sides? Yeah I bet you can.

So, the history on this place is pretty grim, the whole neo-Nazi gang stand off here, and the disappearance of those "generation who" kids back in the bad ole' days. Oh my god it's all coming together now…the weird incident with bruise, the vandalism of Turner's personal space…it must be angry Nazi spirits out for blood...

…Hahahahahahahahaha…

You didn't think I was getting soft just yet did you?! Remember "The Entity"? The movie where Barbara Hershey gets finger fucked by that evil invisible force? Well I think our prankster has seen this film too many times… the physical injury, and the somewhat human form the electricity takes…I've seen this before. Sorry anonymous trickster. You're going to need a lot more to put one past me.

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to try and get a few minutes of sleep under Colin Hay's soft serenade…

11:27pm

I am officially up the goddamn tree!Turner, that naïve little shit, just fucking attacked me!This weak motherfucker is tossing punches on a sleeping man…Before I got up to reason with him, I remembered this man just had a traumatic night so far, I took that into consideration……

SECONDS BEFORE I CLASPED HIM BY THE NOSE AND KNOCKED HIM THE FUCK OUT!

I said I didn't do it, I had already explained myself…he doesn't want to believe me, and then wants to jump on me like that? Big mistake…first of all you don-…what the hell…got to go..11:40 pmI just urked…ralphed, puked, whatever the fuck you want to call it, it just fucking happened. Funny thing is I wasn't running a lone race to the can, oh no, half the damn house was charging to it as I was. It wasn't just me…the whole house literally had to barf. The john was so crowded and cluttered that most of our sanitary guests ended up adorning the bathroom floor and walls with their assorted chunks…not just the restroom though. The slow ones chucked it on the spot in their rooms. I'm not going to list who made it and who didn't. I did though. The mess is still there because there's so much puke that no one member of this clan is going to clean up after someone else's regurgitations. So we now all share the 2nd and only restroom left. Now why did this happen? Why did we all shit from the mouth? I'll tell you why…It was that fucking sausage jambalaya that Lisa cooked up for us. Didn't I mention that before? Well she made the whole group dinner to get us acclimated with each other at the table. I do admit she did have some culinary skill. It was delicious going in…

11:45 pm

I'm about ready to call it a night, waiting for phenomenon gets way too boring, especially when it takes this long.I heard a scream...i thought it was something to cause concern and finally stir up some excitement...it was just one of the housemates prank calling a friend on his phone. I guess his friends mustve thought he was going to die here tonight. Oh well...

The Incident: Excerpt II

December 21st : 9:13pm-10:59pm

I think I'm finally ready to be skeptical about this now. For a second there it seemed as if I lost myself in the spook. We are currently under the leadership of Bill and Regina Adkins, a couple of paranormal investigators who have been waist deep in paperwork for the last few years just to get us here. I myself, just need the work, that's why I'm here. You wouldn't catch me dead in a place like this… too bad I couldn't say the same for the backpacking teens before us. Don't ask me about my opinion on that, teens get lost and mutilated everyday due to a lack of distance from what they don't know. An incident where a few kids are lost and never seen again is just bound to happen, so why encourage the quacks and call it "supernatural". Ugh, such a ridiculous term. Sounds like it's straight from a comic book. The natural and the supernatural…the only difference is that we live one and we dream the other. I've never seen anything beyond my own rational explanation. Still, I mentioned I'd be skeptical, not that I was done debating. I saw what happened to Turner with my own eyes, and the after effect was just too odd to write off. A bruise? I mean what's that about? Ah! What am I saying?! That bruise could've been there before, after all, the interviews weren't topless, we couldn't have seen it before. The three foot jerk back could have been a shocked reaction. I need to start acting like a real journalist, and a real journalist doesn't get sucked in that quickly.

Megan…Megan, Megan, Megan…That name, that face. Out of the ten people here, she's the most fearful and easily frightened of all of us, and THAT makes her the most intriguing to me. She's about 5'6, Long red hair,Brown eyes,A bit to herself sometimes…I think I might be developing something of fondness for this girl, which is something I'm not supposed to do in an assignment like this. I'm supposed to showcase the reality of these people. If I start to favor someone, then their story may be subject to change over my feelings. I can't let that happen. Whatever spell I'm under has to be fizzled or I won't be able to do my job. Just look at what I'm saying, like its going to be that easy…but I digress…

December 21st, 10:16I just had a brief convo with Mr. Lucas Stacey, one of the lab rats from the great University of Columbia, we we're sharing opinions about the supernatural until he mentioned his belief in aliens. It's like telling me you believe god speaks to you, say those words and we are done speaking. I wont clash wits with a make-believer. He's a good man though, for a sucker, but still…a good man. Might I add HE is bunked with the psychic. Lisa Garson…not a psychic…she's somewhat of an American staple in the psychic area. She's published books, held public seminars, even regularly making guest appearances on women's talk shows. No I don't follow this woman, my grandmother does. Anyways, she's been a fairly pleasant presence here. Although she does seem to have an indifference toward the professor, most likely because he survives on logic, and she…well she's a witch. So far I've spoken to my two roommates, the professor, the psychic, the Hebrew and Lucas. I've yet to cross paths with the others but I will.

I'd say I have befriended most of these people, but my strongest companionship is with my iPod. It's been drowning out most of the banter these people throw around. I've actually made a play list for it. It's my "Tune-Outs" play list. It just compiles of 80's and late 90's music. Its got the goods, like B-Movie, Big Country, Steve Winwood, the Verve Pipe, White Town, Men at Work, April March…ringing a bell? I wouldn't think so…

December 21st, 10:25 pm

…and the bullshit keeps on coming…Garson and the Adkins' actually believes there's a negative energy harbored in this house……I pray for my patience to not reach an end…December..Never mind…it's 10:39 pmSomeone here is going to hell…Rosenblatt had his belongings neatly decorated around his sleeping area, which included a 12 inch portrait of his mother..He had just found it cracked on the floor,Along with that, the wall above his bed and the mattress itself were vandalized…badly.

It was tagged with the words: "Lebensunwertes Leben"…Which means, "Life-Unworthy Life" in German.
...and on the wall above his bed read:
"Untermensch"
Which means "the Subhumans"

These phrases were made popular in the Nazi takeover When Hitler rose to power…Yes I know my history....and a bit of German.

Turner rushed into every room in a manic fury…demanding to know who did this…Even at one point in my face…It turns out I'm not as "unknown" as I'd hoped…Turner screamed at me…"I WOULD NOT SURPRISED IF IT WAS THE PAPER-BOY!!", this is where he starts toward me…"OH WE'RE NOT SO ANONYMOUS NOW ARE WE?! JASON BARONE, THE MOST OPINIONATED MAN ON PAPER…I'VE SEEN YOUR COMMENTS ON SOCIAL AND RACIAL CULTURE…THE ONLY MAN WHO CAN TOSS WORDS LIKE "NIGGER, GOOK….KIKE!"… AND STILL GET AWAY WITH IT BECAUSE HE FOUND A WAY TO SQUEEZE SOME CLASS OUT OF IT..OH THEY'RE NEVER YOUR WORDS ARE THEY?? YOU JUST QUOTE SOMEONE ELSE!!"…

I'm guessing by now he knows exactly who I am, It's true…my social commentary does drop some negative derogatory, but I was always careful to mask those as quotes from inside the cultures…like I was quoting someone else. I just didn't think anyone would ever call me on it…"I don't know who fucking did this…but the only suspect is you, paper-boy.."I tried to tell him, "I didn't do this…you're right, I am an opinionated man but that isn't me"

He stormed out, I wanted to scream back, but I felt sorry for him, that is a terrible act of hate,Even a racist has boundaries…but I am not a racist…and now I have to prove it…to everyone here.

Now I'm really starting to hate this place…

The Incident: Excerpt I

Now we start the story as it was seen...
This is the beginning of the journals and documented audiotape by Jason Barone

December 21st 2006: 8:35 pm
This would be my first night at Steele Manor and so far it's unfurling to become
less than eventful. I share a room upstairs with two of the paid college lab rats. They were a sanitary two so it came as no problem to me staying with them. One of them was a man named Chad. He sold himself with a cocky attitude. So it was obvious this man-child was here to prove something to someone. My other room mate was a girl named Megan. She was the pleasant of the two, I must say, but I couldn't shake the feeling that she wasn't here because it was her idea of an adventure. It seemed as if she was here because it furthered her in some inauspicious way (money or academic credit). She was the girl in the middle of the room, she never wandered to the left nor to the right, nor the front or to the back. Except in the first hall of the manor, she stood by the door. So it was safe to say she was the most likely to set off a scream first.
Secondly, this is a personal journal so I'm just going to feel comfortable about bouncing a few expletives off to better ease myself of any and all irritation these ill informed college kids can put me through. Honestly, I worked my ass off through college so I could keep these kinds of people at bay. If anything, I should've been bunked with the Psychologist and the fucking psychic.
December 21st 2006: 9:13 pm
Before I write what I'm about to write, just let me first say that I am a goddamn realist. A pure materialist…
Turner Rosenblatt, the group's only Jewish lab rat, had a bit of a panic attack of sorts. That's what the professor called it. It looked to me like he had been struck by lightning. It sounds odd , I know, but I was there and I saw the lights flicker and a large white light striking Turner in the chest, it was an image you had to study to conclude., but I saw a light hit the man. The house lights returned but Turner himself was sitting at least three feet behind where he was originally standing, and he was struggling to breath, like he just had the wind knocked clear out of him.
It didn't look like lightning, but it sure did sound like it. The crash hit my eardrum hard, like a sucker punch , but that was the sound. The sight itself was too fast to document_ If I seen this anywhere else I would have thought this man was shot, but all Turner had to show for it was the struggle to breathe, and what later developed as a bruise in the middle of his chest plate. I asked him what it felt like, and he gave me the same explanation, except he told to imagine getting a steel pipe to the chest. Back to the sight…all I remembered is what it looked like upon impact. It came from the wall, collided with Turner and shattered to tiny specks.
After he was given first aid, I headed back to our room, to gather what I just saw. All Chad could say was that it was "fuckin twisted"…I wasn't sure "twisted" was still part of the urban lingo but then again, I don't pay attention to what is anyway. I had anticipated Megan's reaction. She stormed in the room in a fluster. "No, no, no, no that was too fucking real…no I'm…no I cant do this, I…", she herself was running short of breath. Not in a seriously attention calling way. It was cute.
I got up to sit by her, and reassure her of a safety even I didn't feel much of. I don't want to make it seem like I'm sold already. I just don't think the strange occurrences are over and done with just yet…I mean, where did that bruise come from?

JrM

The Incident (Overview)

This here is a tale I wrote after reading about a supernatural occurance I read a while ago...
This is just an overview of the story, the real story will be stretched along many blogs to come so enjoy (whomever reads)

The Incident
by Johnny-Ray Martinez

Characters:
1.Jason Barone- Feature Columnist
2.Prof. Ted Slade- College Professor
3.William "Billy" Adkins- Paranormal Investigator
4.Regina Adkins- Wife of William Adkins
5.Megan Woodard- Ad Response
6.Lucas Stacey- Ad Response
7.Turner Rosenblatt- Ad Response
8.Chad "Mushroom" Chamberlin- Ad Response
9.Lisa Garson- Psychic
10.Bill Sun-Kim- Psychologist
Setting:
New York,
Steele Manor.
Plot:
During the late 1920's a group of skin headed Nazi hoodlums from the dumps of New York formed a gang calling themselves "The Manhattan Muscle". Soon a string of violent crimes turned to murder. The law traced these crimes back to their source, and acted swiftly to take down the Muscle. They stood off at the gang's hideout: Steele Manor, miles into the woods of Rochester. The law overwhelmed the Muscle. Each of the gang's members; shot dead. 17 men all laid to waste. 20 years later, spring breakers backpacked from Los Angeles to Steele Manor to call back the spirits of the lost with a séance. What happened to this group could not be explained. Seven came, three were never found, but four were discovered…all dead, laid down, in a perfect circle. No marks, no scars, just the pale corpses. Even the autopsies revealed nothing, nothing but what seemed to be natural deaths of fright. The house was blocked up, and sealed shut from the public…
On December, 21st, 2006, Two paranormal investigators, a psychic, a psychologist, a professor, four brave guinea pigs, and a columnist, seek to enter the Steele Manor and study what these backpackers may have left behind and what unknown events led to their untimely deaths. With the latest technology, the group is ready to document any and everything they come across in this house
11:45 pm, 911 receives a call, a scream, and that was it. Police treated it as a prank call. December 27th , 9:07 am, A shaken woman calls 911, claiming her son didn't come home the night after the study, and that she kept getting calls from his cell, but with no answer. Police responded and went to Steele Manor. Nothing. No bodies were recovered, All cameras and camcorders were found in place, with the video/audio tapes inside, but with no film. The house smelt of burnt flesh but nothing was found. The smell was everywhere and lead to nothing. They did find something though. Something that wasn't even hidden from the naked eye. A pile of pictures. The last living images of these ten people alive. The images were unexplainable. There were only 6 pictures recovered: What can be said about these images is only what can be seen:

The first picture was a group photo, with everyone in a circle in the living room…no one was missing from the image.
The second picture was what appeared to be Regina Adkins and Chad Chamberlin naked, having sex in the shower of the second floor bathroom.
The third picture was Lucas and Lisa, both bald, running through the halls with a white light in between them linking their hands.
The rest shocked police beyond words…
The fourth was Rosenblatt, mid-air, screaming with a white light going through him from the floor to the wall.
The fifth was Woodard with her eyes closed, crying holding a gun to Barone's head. Barone himself was in tears as well.
And finally the last picture was of Lucas Stacey, sobbing and screaming in a corner with a phone to his hear…staring straight at the camera…
With all that, there's was still a lack of evidence and leads to what exactly happened that night. The case was closed within months of it's investigation.
In October, 2007, a man leapt to his death from a skyscraper in Downtown, Manhattan. His physical appearance was too mangled to identify, but with him was a brown tattered satchel with a thick stack of notebooks. All filled in, front and back, every last page. The man's identification in the bag revealed him to be Ted Slade. The professor involved in the Steele Manor study….what was in the journals revealed just what happened the fateful night of December 21st…

JrM

No More Love on the Run....

Hey remember the 80's?
Well you shouldn't, you'd be told old to
be reading my blog!

Heh, well, I've compiled a list of great oldies that you should give a listen to
or give more listens to:

A-ha- Take On Me
B-Movie- Nowhere Girl
Bad Religion- Big Bang
Big Country- In a Big Country
Billy Ocean- Carribean Queen (No More Love On the Run)
The Clash- Train In Vain
The Cure- Let's Go To Bed
David Bowie- China Girl
Depeche Mode- Everything Counts
INXS- Don't Change
Men at Work- Down Under
Michael Jackson- Human Nature
Oingo Boingo- Only a Lad
The Pointer Sisters- Automatic
The Psychedelic Furs- Love My Way
Prince- Erotic City
The Ramones- I Wanna Live
The Smiths- There Is a Light That Never Goes Out
Soft Cell- Sex Dwarf
Steve Winwood- Higher Love

Does this blog taste random?
Well then there's wrong with your tongue
it is random. Heh
I just wanted to promote good music

Peace
JrM

The Incident...

I've started something of a story a few weeks ago that
I've been keeping up with in blogs on myspace, well if you'd like
to see those blogs more comfortably, I'll post em' here
or you can just visit my myspace profile at:

myspace.com/machines_of_god

who am I kidding, the only people that visit this site
know me from that site already.

ARGH DOT DOT DOT

Is there a bigger bitch than censorship?!

Target, (the popular retail store with a heart of gold)

is refusing to stock copies of the new Puscifer album, "V is for Vagina"

due to the album's provocative album cover. Ugh! For those of you unfamiliar with Puscifer,

it is band basically composed of Maynard James Keenan (Tool, A Perfect Circle, the Bikini Bandits DVD series) and random muscians and producing talent. the music itself

dips into a more soul-like atmosphere. Tool being prog metal, APC being prog alt. rock, Puscifer is very welcome surprise.

Anyways, take a look at the cover for yourself...

is it THAT fucking harmful?

Censorship has attacked Maynard before..

Tool's first album "Undertow" had to have it's cover changed

for store shelfs.

Tool even released this personal note for the fans

upon the censoring of that album;

then in 1996, MTV changed the name of the album's first single "Stinkfist" to "Track 01" during the video's airplay.

From that point, Maynard's craft is still being censored, shortened, and changed. It's not fair to those who know and respect Maynard for his sense of expression.

Well Maynard, I love ya man

and the people who never get to see or hear your art

because of censorship, that's a bigger loss than they know.

Maynard is as relevant, or more relevant than

any artist emerging on the scene today

He deserves to be seen and heard

Jrm

Johnny-Ray

Hello reader, (myself, unless you've struck interest in this page)
My name is Johnny-Ray. I have a last name too...Anyways, this is my personal blog that documents the inner-workings of my psyche. Okay, not so much inner-workings since I pretty disclose anything here. Oh, well. My psyche may not even be exciting enough to read up on, but you never know, you might be surprised.

Well lets's sum me up, here's a list of things about me that
I hope will limit the amount of personal questions:

As I mentioned, my name is Johnny-Ray

I am 18 years of age

I've always had somewhat long hair

I'm mexican, not sure why

I am not a suicidal wreck, so put that rumor to rest (Yeah, I know you were thinking it)

I don't do drugs (put that rumor to rest as well)

I am unemployed (don't even know why, I fucking finished high school, unlike SOME people)

I am agnostic, I have not chosen a particular religion, I'm barely open to the concept, I'm not an atheist.

My favorite bands are between A Perfect Circle, and the Smashing Pumpkins

I am not as dark as you think, in fact I'm pretty light at heart. You're just too ignorant to get to know me.

That's it for now, I think anything else you might wanna know, you can ask

Peace, whomever...

JrM