2005-08-22T17:11:00.000-07:00

Bzchirp, Bzchirp

I am an artist.
I love life.
I love the smell of mornings, the damp soil, of movement.
I love the musical silence.

I fucking hate those who make me not love life.
Those who blast perfume in my face.
Those who desecrate the soil.
Those who move only to block and hinder my own music.
Those chatterboxes who deserve nothing short of a hatchet through the skull.

El hombre es el unico animal que come sin tener hambre, bebe sin tener sed, y habla sin tener nada que decir.

[Man is the only animal who eats without hunger, drinks without thirst, and speaks without having anything to say]

Case in point, the harpies today. During a 50 minute period, in which I was one of three men in a 30-woman class. I was quietly reading, my back to the wall, and a circle of girls next to me, in the snippets of conversation I overheard, I could only form one conclusion;

They were talking about the same damn thing.

How is that even possible?

On conversations with my friends, we spend a maximum of 20 minutes per topic.
And we never break out into song.

Because....that's just gay.

But people love stupidity, and the same people I've been unceremoniously dumped with in my seventh period (where the boy-girl ratio is 3:28, but in terms of enlightened boy-girl, 1:28) are the same people who will provide most of the material you will be seeing in the following days and weeks. Ignorance makes my blood boil, and that in turn churns the creative energy inside of me, and I channel it through the silver-tongue that God has given me.

(The fun part is that I will enjoy making snide remarks at the expense of my dull ex-kinsmen with the Wraith.) <--- Parentheses added upon Polynomial request. Moving on, I would like to declare something. VH1 sucks.

I get home, get rid of my homework, and then flip on the TV. Nothing else of interest is on, Comedy Central is showing some lame movie, History Channel is talking about WWII (for the 292928928928298i29th time), MTV is showing the usual hip-hop shit, Mythbusters isn't on....etc. So I let the channel fall to VH1, where the show 'The 40 Most Awesomely Bad Metal Songs". I figure it can get interesting. Show starts out, and for a while, people actually offer constructive criticism, such as why chainsaws shouldn't be used, and other such advice.

Then they show Iron Maiden's 'Bring your daughter...to the slaughter', as a bad metal song. Despite that the song is one of Maiden's best, I could perhaps agree that it left something to desire lyrically. It wasn't awesomely bad, it was alright. They showed some songs, like Creed and Insane Clown Posse, who are as metal as Toby Keith is hip-hop. Ignorant fuckers.

But as the countdown kept on ticking down, all I could hear from the commentators who call themselves comedians, was "OMG THE SONG IS NOT ABOUT BOOZE OR SEX OR DRUGS OR SATAN, IT'S NOT METAL'' Well, fuck you, Mr. Skinny-Asian-Turned-Metal-Conoisseur. It was very infuriating, having a 5"1, 120 pound asian guy telling me that metal was about booze and sex and generally comparing it to hip-hop. These guys ain't metal, Viacom, they're dipshits who think Metal is listening to Limp Bizkit while sipping a martini on a suburban porch with a whitewashed fence. Seriously, the only metal that these fuckers would have in their body is if I ran them through with a sword.

Which would be very metal, indeed. :)

But back to the show. If it wasn't for my terrible aim, there'd be a controller jammed into the television right now. The sad thing, is that most people have that misconception about Metal music, all thanks to the undeserving fame a few death metal (See shitty metal) bands received.

True metal is not about Satanism or Booze or fucking tons of girls. True metal is about love, fantasy, adventure, and the achieving of victory through obstacles.

If you want music about fucking and orgies and doing roadies and drinking it up,
That's poser metal, also identified with bands such as Motley Crue.
The only good Poser Metal band is probably Van Halen.

It's just that people who can't read are the ones that stain the name of metal, without bothering to look at the songs.

For example, Iron Maiden's 'The Number of the Beast' is not about praising Satan, it is merely telling a story based on Revelations 13:18.
Metal is Storytelling.

But if you want me to be your Satan, I will be the Satan of your culture. The counter-cultural, silver-tongued, random Mexican. Brand me, but do not judge me, for I can only be judged by the One most High.

People choose not to read, that's why lyrics are controversial. People just can't understand the lyrical and musical masterpieces these songs are. And that's why they gravitate to the ages old 'HAPPY LETS HOLD HANDS IN A YELLOW SUBMARINE YAY' pop standard, or the newly formed scum of 'YO MOTHAFUKA IMA BUST A CAP IN YO ASS'.

Unlike most Right-wingers (and Left-wingers) that profess to follow my faith, I will not press for you to change. If you want to listen to prefabricated music, you're in your full right. If you want to listen to music about the degradation of women and the desecration of the right and good in society, then more power to you.
I won't tell you to listen to power metal, or trance, or the things I like.
However, I will state the facts.

And the fact is, Power Metal is supreme. This is one unquestionable, unmistekeable truth.

Following the facts is up to the reader.

Quite frankly, I don't give a shit.

And at the risk of plaguiarizing a phrase that Hot-Topic has already fucked dead..

"Your favorite band sucks."

Thank you.

Fuck VH1.

2005-08-19T22:12:00.000-07:00

Bzchirp, Bzchirp

Welcome to the random musings from left field. I will be your loving host, the Metal Cricket, as I show you insights of what goes on inside my world.

Today's Rant:
Carbon Copies and You.

There is nothing so irritating as unwanted noise. And noise is what echoes in our classroom walls when a teacher fails to control the situation. A reverberating, banshee-like shriek that is nothing but noise pollution.
90% of these...people, if you call them that, are nothing but carbon copies of each other.
Mass produced, cheap, material made by some Third World Divinity.

Shrill cries, interrogating about what happened during the summer.
Guess what, little CC?
No one cares.
Because you all did the same thing.
You bought your few cds, went to the island for a tan and to get piss drunk, stayed in the same hotel, went to the same night clubs, smoked from the same pack of cigarretes, sang out loud to the same song, and for all matters, had sex with the same guy.
What I don't need is for you to bring shit no one cares about.
The people you're chattering with about your summer are the same people you did the THINGS WITH.
You go one night without talking with your friends or comparing cock sizes, and the world is in turmoil.
And you can't bear not talking with your friends for just..50 minutes out of the day, maybe even more.
Do they not teach you respect for the sanctity of silence?
It's been observed by every single major religion and even the atheists for years.

Silence..the beauty of it...it's almost tangible.

Yet you break it with your constant chatter, or blurting out songs in the middle of class.
Songs with lyrics about being yourself, being unique.
You're not unique. Every other fucktard in your immediate vicinity has the same song on his stereo, on a burned CD with 6 remixes of the same song.
The whole effect of being unique is kinda ruined when you look just like your friends, when you buy the same shoes and same style outfits, most of the time, way too small for your body, so the innocent public is witness to a body most of the cases, people don't want to see. If you have folds, keep them out of the public's eye.

Being yourself..hah..
You look alike, you sound alike, you even talk alike. One mass plague, moving and throbbing as if you shared one mind, one heart, the collective mind of the carbon copy. Like paper dolls, one is all and all are one...but paper thin, shallow.

Be smart and grow quiet...respect the silence.

M~C

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