tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48188710916978401592024-03-14T01:01:15.734-07:00Fog & FireFog & Firehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00769790648500397369noreply@blogger.comBlogger37125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818871091697840159.post-87034259748813529302009-09-18T10:25:00.000-07:002009-09-18T10:27:03.941-07:00It had been one hell of a coffee bender. Snorting grounds, shooting it…I hadn’t slept for 8 days. And what a cave my mind was. I swear I was telepathic. But in reality, I was just insane and beautiful, and invisible. I could fucking levitate. I had never experienced such delirium and beauty. I was an orb, an elegant beast birthed from the Oort clouds of deep space. I think it was somewhere near hour 157. I was hanging upside down, my legs wrapped around the edge of the roof, at 4:28 in the morning. Space was my earth, and Earth became astral. Here, my mind detached from my head, and became cosmically oriented. Left became right, up became down, direction became erection, moose became mouse, house became…space. Glorious jazzy space. I was hurtling at the speed of light through cosmic organisms. Before, I had obviously been acquainted with the possibility that we were not the only planet, but rather an infinitesimal speck on the post-post-heliocentric map. But now, now I knew. My mind was beautiful, a work of art. Stardust, nebula dust. DUST! My mind virtuously acquainted me with the universe. I was spinning, dancing, reveling. I had expanded, opened up to accept what was there. Salty, salty earth!Fog & Firehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00769790648500397369noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818871091697840159.post-18126696040894885392009-05-12T17:16:00.001-07:002009-05-12T21:47:34.633-07:00thanks david.you've grown up so well<br />so strong and cool and right<br />a wild stallion at the volume of its life<br />now it's time to grow your hair like a vagabond<br />pack your clothes<br />put on a pack and roll<br />and get out<br />get out<br />get out<br />before the walls close in and they put you at a desk<br />tie your boots and cut yourself loose<br />the road is your rest, fiend!<br />get out<br />get out<br />before they tied you up<br />get out<br /><br />she was a fine line girly girl with giggly golden curls and a tongue to match the nectar of her thighs<br /><br />i walked her to her car where she lit a small cigar and blew the cherry smoke into my face<br />next thing i knew i held her shoes and some booze, her stockings wrapped loosely 'round my neckFog & Firehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00769790648500397369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818871091697840159.post-83668297406951839212009-05-10T22:17:00.000-07:002009-05-10T23:25:53.811-07:00slut heelsyou wear a feather 'round your head<br />and ask me to your bed<br />shaman potion in my blood<br />i'm seein red<br />like a jaguar like a claw<br />i see your paws<br />brazen teeth frozen lies<br />and jaguar eyes<br /><br />ojos de la jaguar!<br /><br />como piedras del sol<br />me quemas profunda<br />con veneno de la cobra<br />grito a la luna<br />digame tus suenos<br />te mostrare mis sombras<br /><br />you can call me your papi<br />papi papi<br />you can call me your chili<br />chili chili<br />you can<br />only if i can call you my one and only<br /><br />i fell in love today<br />she might be here to stay<br />my bayayayaybay<br />she's the kind of girl<br />i would like to<br /><br />the wind stirs my beach blonde hair<br />as i shake it aside i see you standing there<br /><br />surfin waves so tall<br />tanned without a flaw<br />ooooh<br />my bod is achin<br />for a beach side shakin<br />ooooh<br /><br />coconut milk tastes so sweet<br />so cool and refreshing<br />like the summer bumpin belly achin<br /><br /><br /><br />ooooh ooooh ooooh coconut kerriFog & Firehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00769790648500397369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818871091697840159.post-9775777360044728752009-04-16T22:46:00.000-07:002009-04-16T22:47:25.782-07:00artists i likeMonica Conilao<br />Kelsey Brookes<br />Fernando ChemarelliFog & Firehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00769790648500397369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818871091697840159.post-52139665581904909702009-04-02T22:47:00.000-07:002009-09-18T10:30:08.308-07:00Alien Girlbaby i see you across the room<br />looking like you stepped out of space<br />glittering pants and a sequined face<br />just let me let you know i think you're great<br /><br />say girl you seem spacial don't you know it<br />the world seems a different place<br />now that i know you're on it<br />even though i don't think you're from it<br /><br />say girl you seem fancy don't you know it<br />i might even fancy a walk with you<br />have some fancy talk with you<br />get on some fancy groove with you<br />let me stand under the moon with you<br />girl i love you you know it's true<br /><br />hey grl i got a good feeling about you<br />uv got me tingling all the nite thru<br />beam me up into your UFO of Love<br />beam me up into your UFO of Love<br />beam me up into your UFO of Love!<br /><br />I've never been in love<br />with an Alien Girl<br />but it feels so great<br />so out of this worldFog & Firehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00769790648500397369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818871091697840159.post-55040821330901581002009-03-08T17:50:00.000-07:002009-03-08T17:59:21.304-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTNf0CO56tllT5AU9tE32DP_PCks_WxJ6hoN7lV-pXRT5_ukoJtOn4jGuNt7FlGTZGCGA1KSy1JRHt-jxADpZnn5BdHgOy1YxX39usBg4VtPBj2S4fqhKjiE9nCL-er8k0WxU2rg5c-TY/s1600-h/Rihanna+Lil+Wayne+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310986179826355762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 369px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTNf0CO56tllT5AU9tE32DP_PCks_WxJ6hoN7lV-pXRT5_ukoJtOn4jGuNt7FlGTZGCGA1KSy1JRHt-jxADpZnn5BdHgOy1YxX39usBg4VtPBj2S4fqhKjiE9nCL-er8k0WxU2rg5c-TY/s400/Rihanna+Lil+Wayne+001.jpg" border="0" /></a> Rihanna and Lil Wayne are great friends!<br /><div></div>Fog & Firehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00769790648500397369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818871091697840159.post-45952296778542403792009-02-03T21:49:00.000-08:002009-02-07T17:04:25.147-08:00intythis.but your photosynthesis<br />dragged me into this<br />and now I can't stop dancingFog & Firehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00769790648500397369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818871091697840159.post-10217544627293669632009-02-03T21:22:00.000-08:002009-02-03T21:24:30.152-08:00sestina.A colony of glitter skinned pagans<br />Living in the metallic atmosphere<br />They feed from the gold crustacean moonbeams<br />That float like tie-dye flowering feathers<br />Into the emotion ocean nexus<br />You can only reach it with Afronaut<br /><br />Cryptic elf warlocks speak of Afronaut<br />The one love-child of Björk and the Pagans<br />He was born from the womb of the nexus<br />To serve the funk vibe of King Atmosphere<br />Each moon, he drinks a chalice of feathers<br />So he can fly amongst the gold moonbeams<br /><br />“Can I drag my fingers through your moonbeams?”<br />Sultry to the Princess says Afronaut<br />While she shuts her eyes and spreads her feathers<br />He draws a gleaming sword forged by Pagans<br />From wish star nectar in the atmosphere<br />And they dance cosmically in the nexus<br /><br />A third eye gathers light in the nexus<br />To shine forth through the nebulous moonbeams<br />and silent silver crows in the atmosphere<br />her lips whisper nectar to Afronaut<br />boiling his star-fire blood of the Pagans<br />surging from gold skin as neon feathers<br /><br />The Princess dreams on a bed of feathers<br />A fluorescent child forms in the nexus<br />Beats lilt from the mead horns of the Pagans<br />As with third eyes they dance through the Moonbeams<br />arming the liquid throne of Afronaut<br />on the fractal steppe of the Atmosphere<br /><br />A lace wing dance vibe floats in the Atmosphere<br />Where the mind is a necklace of Feathers<br />They sing with harps the song of Afronaut<br />Divine father of fluorescent nexus<br />And Lord Tribe King of the Lambent Moonbeam <br />His third eye drops omens to the Pagans<br /><br />Afronaut inhales the gold atmosphere<br />Where Pagans dance among beds of feathers<br />And the Nexus laughs rivers of MoonbeamsFog & Firehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00769790648500397369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818871091697840159.post-49605071303879403822009-01-24T14:24:00.000-08:002009-01-25T17:15:11.706-08:00carpe diemAll those women in hose<br />Blowing their nose in the satin shades<br />All those ladies in silk<br />Dropping their fingers into their buttermilk lips<br /><br />makin' love<br />in an opium denFog & Firehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00769790648500397369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818871091697840159.post-51625984532831876432009-01-19T11:26:00.000-08:002009-01-19T13:42:30.006-08:00Spittin Teethevery time i breath<br />my heart skips a beat<br />your scent is full of flowers<br />it tastes so warm and sweet<br /><br />and baby don't you know<br />im full of fire for you<br />and baby don't you know<br />it's gonna happen when i want it too<br /><br />we're gonna run away to mexico<br />live (off the land) in a teepee and an old camaro<br /><br />oh when you look at me<br />my neck begins to sweat<br />with your long dark lashes<br />ill have you or be dead<br /><br />and baby don't you know<br />im full of fire for you<br />and baby don't you know<br />it's gonna happen when i want it too<br /><br /><br />there are women in the world<br />with souls full of flames<br />call the witch doctor<br />because I think I’ve been burned<br /><br />we're gonna run away to mexico<br />live (off the land) in a teepee and an old camaroFog & Firehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00769790648500397369noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818871091697840159.post-36734442865871502572009-01-07T16:42:00.000-08:002009-01-07T17:14:49.280-08:00they say his name is johnny Steele <div>he's a cold blooded man</div><div>he'll kill you if he feels</div><div><br /></div><div>his arms are made of pure evil</div><div>his legs are forged by the gods</div><div><br /></div><div>me and the El camino </div><div>took the road down south</div><div>down to tennessee </div><div>where the liquor is hot </div><div>and the women are too</div><div><br /></div>Fog & Firehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00769790648500397369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818871091697840159.post-78008881921479919362009-01-05T20:10:00.000-08:002009-01-05T20:12:21.365-08:00tea.I hate it when my water prematurely boils<br /><br />if you know what I mean<br /><br />weak tea.Fog & Firehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00769790648500397369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818871091697840159.post-63850619876512632972009-01-05T19:04:00.001-08:002009-01-05T19:09:36.997-08:00say twiddly winks<br />with your wings all in a kink<br />don't bat an eyelash lest you put up your drink<br />and just let me let you know you stink<br />the stench has made me pink<br />and don't even think<br />about puking in the sink<br />i'll put my face in ink<br />to remove this place of mink<br />and hang it's fur coat on a chain linkFog & Firehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00769790648500397369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818871091697840159.post-91111448188948829702009-01-05T18:54:00.001-08:002009-01-15T16:22:43.824-08:00Got No Goldoh my god what can I say<br />it's just been a long damn day<br />and all I want<br />all I want is to<br />get myself all whiskey lubed<br />think about the petting zoo<br />drop a nickle out into<br />the rain<br />just to see if Abe comes back again.<br /><br />oh my god what can I say<br />everything is dried away<br />and the gold is gone<br />my hopes are gone<br />and i've been in the mines too long<br />is the inside of my bottle's walls<br />walk outside and take<br />a pee<br />just to see if Abe is back in town<br /><br /><div>oh my god the mine is dry</div><div>my donkey is dead and I ain't high</div><div>my pickaxe's broke the stars were wrong</div><div>my whiskey's dried and the gold is gone</div><div>i went into a saloon </div><div>oh i went into a saloon last night</div><div>got in a fight with a salmon knife</div><div>just to see if Abe is back again</div><div><br /></div><div>I walked down the road last night </div><div>drunk off moonshine and lookin for a fight</div><div>I ain't got an excitin life</div><div>and especially got no goddamn wife</div><div>but i am fine </div><div>but i am fine</div><div>just as long as abe comes back again</div><div><br /></div><div>my prospector's life is a cryin' matter</div><div>my prospector's life is a cryin matter</div><div>I don't get no women, gold, or water</div><div>but you better say i never been gladder</div><div>just to see Abe come back again</div><div>just to see Abe come back again</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>oh what say you<br />to the giraffe in the petting zoo<br />say hey, you long necked nucklebrain<br />don't you dare look at me again<br />oh hey ahey yaya</div><div>just to see Abe come back again</div>Fog & Firehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00769790648500397369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818871091697840159.post-68323645415059821522008-12-25T17:19:00.001-08:002008-12-25T17:25:12.781-08:00Cosmiais the most inspiring song there is. It's like a special drink of honey and nectar harvested from the teat of a fat country pheasant. Level Up! Fuck yea, I would jump on a horse to this song. And you better believe I would ride that horse over hills and into dales, whatever dales are. I would drench my cloak in a pool of this song, and it would be fireproof. i would sing a dragon to sleep with this song. i would put this song on in the background of a Gnome tea party. I would climb a tree to this song, and raid a beehive to this song. I would trap this song in a wooden trap, and train it to be my best friend with honeyed chestnuts. Good girl, Cosmia.<div>Good girl, Joanna Newsom</div>Fog & Firehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00769790648500397369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818871091697840159.post-28180804400701798882008-12-06T13:17:00.001-08:002008-12-06T13:17:57.171-08:00sonnet.As i lend my mind to the clouds<br />I remember how i forgot to remember their sound<br />Not rumbly, nor static, nor loud<br />But every word so soundly profound<br />As their advice came thrice to my mind<br />I realised then that it was finally time<br />To fly away with three eyes in a line<br />To begin the ascent, the ultimate climb<br />The air thins, mysteries unravel<br />Confusions die, knots in my eyes untie<br />My mind stands up to expand and travel<br />Revealing the plane where Earth meets Sky<br />A door opens to reveal a sight<br />And doubles back in a burst of lightFog & Firehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00769790648500397369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818871091697840159.post-41942516558286312122008-12-02T17:38:00.001-08:002009-01-02T23:36:04.496-08:00My top 12 Musical Albums of 2008, right?10 wasn't enough. I felt bad for the feelings of the two i left out. 15 is too many. I'm not that nice. This was thrown together in three time glipses, so don't blink or it will go away. I was only sure about the order of the first three. After that, i didn't care too much. I need to apply to college. I can do it. I drink lots of tea. I know the difference between à propos and apropos. I can use chopsticks good. My name is written in the Arctic fucking Circle. I can do it.<br /><br />I'm not as hip as John.<br /><br />A list:<br />love, Tucker<br /><br /><br />Albums of 2008<br />1. Fleet Foxes- Fleet Foxes<br />2. MGMT- Oracular Spectacular (even though I got this in ’07)<br />3. Sigur Rós- með suð í eyrum við spilum endalaust<br />4. No Age- Nouns<br />5. Bon Iver- For Emma<br />6. Evangelicals- Midnight Descent<br />7. Why?- Alopecia<br />8. Wolf Parade- At Mount Zoomer<br />9. Department of Eagles- In Ear Park<br />10. Man Man- Rabbit Habits<br />11. Yeasayer- All Hour Cymbals<br />12. Deerhunter- Microcastles<br /><br />I just found this, but I think It is easily one of the best and most haunting albums. Good for driving cross the country too. I've been addicted to it for three days now...<br />The Tallest Man On Earth- Shallow GraveFog & Firehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00769790648500397369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818871091697840159.post-52657929636921202712008-11-30T20:13:00.000-08:002008-11-30T20:38:20.963-08:00planetary alignment.Some ghostly man put a crab in the oven<br />don't you know he was a gardener once<br />but your walls are leaking<br />and the ceilings too<br />An indian spark boy granted me a wish<br />but the glitter skin spirit ran back<br />into the womb<br />he opened wide<br />with a sonic knife made of solar flare granite<br />you threw it at the wall<br />and opened up the bear<br />his cave was filled with clear and silver manikins<br />all placing crystal bets<br />on the water dripping fest<br />dripping fast like the spider weaving tube grass<br />into a shirt for the king to sing in<br />the people all turn blue<br />the ground is caked in flu<br />the sparkle boy indian returned to me<br />holding in his hand a golden talon<br />i broke my will<br />to paint my body red<br />he flew into the nexus with his crystal hat on<br />to shed a tear with the queen bee<br />for something i knew to see<br />but time is just a lisp<br />a stitch a blinking twitch<br />don't cry so hardFog & Firehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00769790648500397369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818871091697840159.post-67384251898857665962008-11-24T22:24:00.001-08:002008-11-24T22:25:54.023-08:00don't read this yet it's shit thoughts at 11:25.strawberry jam<br />i've been licking all the cans up<br />put your hands up<br />when there's red<br />on your face<br />it's not a race<br />please don't run<br />through that room<br />your might break soemthing that i made<br /><br />i've been studying dinosaurs forever.Fog & Firehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00769790648500397369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818871091697840159.post-14817909876103018572008-11-24T21:49:00.000-08:002008-11-25T14:27:13.499-08:00the gay gangsta.what does a gangsta do<br />when he runs out of sniffing glue<br />does he run home<br />and grab some methodone<br />and smoke it out o' his shiny shoe?<br /><br />what does a gangsta say<br />when he's tired of not gettin laid<br />say "bitch it's fo real<br />git down on it and feel"<br />and now this nigga's flowin' all day<br /><br />all them gangstas does is get lifted<br />drivin' round town driftin'<br />menthol cigarretes<br />biddies touchin it<br />drinkin' drank to get faded<br /><br /><br />but this brotha Dwayne feels wrong like this<br />he wishes there was more than the fist<br />he told me he's cold<br />different and alone<br />and can't sleep without his mama's kiss<br /><br />all this brotha wants to do is roll<br />get on his knees and blow<br />but it's a secret<br />gangstas don't keep cool<br />when one of em' don't like hoes.<br /><br />all this brotha wants to do is dance<br />put on some tight cheetah pants<br />strut around the stage<br />glitter on his face<br />singin' bout love n' romance<br /><br />dolla dolla bill<br /><br />gangstas don't like a brotha who sings<br />gangstas don't like no bling bling bling<br />gangstas done hate that fool<br />who don't wear them kswiss shoes<br /><br />gangstas don't like that Dwayne<br />who like madonna more than Lil' Wayne<br />gangstas done hate that fool<br />who drops his dollas on dance school<br /><br />Dwayne was tired of being hated<br />so he got on a train to Las Vegas<br />now he's got a show<br />in a club called Blow<br />Now he goes By Desiree (R Rated) (Alpha Ass)<br /><br />so im gettin tired of writing this rap<br />im gonna go drop a nap<br />peace<br /><br />to be continued...Fog & Firehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00769790648500397369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818871091697840159.post-63095888454900647822008-11-23T17:20:00.000-08:002008-11-24T22:22:19.940-08:00facebook.dearest t-t-t-uccccker,this is levi, that guy in the bible.<br />i'm really missing you at this precise moment in time.<br />i wish you were here so i could give you a big hug. (and kiss)<br />cannot wait to see your beautiful face in 5 days.<br /><br />luv,levi.<br />(as transcribed by his befffffeeeefffeefff anne.)<br /><br /><br /><br />whoa levi<br />bible guy<br />girl with your words<br />in her hand<br />her name is Anne<br />your alter ego?<br />where did she go?<br />i hope she's neato<br />soon i'll see you<br />my love is true<br />the groove is blue<br />don't sniff glue<br />with ribbons in your hair<br />we'll hug and speak<br />sing in the creek<br />and drink mead with Thorr<br /><br />love Tucker<br />(as transcribed by Bleu)Fog & Firehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00769790648500397369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818871091697840159.post-16013623127935948452008-11-18T21:10:00.000-08:002008-11-18T21:31:14.467-08:00milk honey scabs and protein.this is heaven<br />this is hell<br />we're all here from somewhere else<br />the sky is growing<br />the ground is dripping<br />i have melted into my nauseous liquids<br /><br />we're being tortured<br />like the cockroach on his back<br />we're being burned<br />like toast in the hands of an old man<br /><br />we're all made of milk proteins and honey and scabs<br />we are gone and you are blue and red with mad<br /><br />don't leave<br />don't come<br />your eyes are red with the flames of the sun<br />we're getting closer<br />to our home<br />your skin is coming off to reveal the glow<br /><br />i'm mad at he who knew and didn't tell him that didn't<br />i knew what he knows now but he never knew then what i knew thenFog & Firehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00769790648500397369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818871091697840159.post-3119793727234181232008-11-16T20:46:00.000-08:002008-11-16T20:53:33.454-08:00bullshit.this was some stream of conscious bullshit i wrote during free period last year.<br /><br />Down radio signals down from your ethereal lullaby just words don't shoot you never can tell with people 'round here. One never knows if the want to hug you or put a gun to your head and a knee in your somethings. Thanks god for band-aids. Neosporin is a conspiracy. Neosporin is for pussys. It just eats your flesh, but people are too full of thoughts about the hanky-panky and cinammon buns, and all types of buns, to realize the truth. And then, when their flesh dissolves, time for a trip to the gooey store! the pharmacy store! the neosporin store! the conspiracy store! Two conspiracies for the price of one from 5-7 pm on Monday. Don't forget dumbass. Pull your ass out of your head. Congratulations you have been relocated to a tool shed to live with others like you, which is fortunate because i was beginning to tire of your love for radioactive microwaveables. I think i'll hire a dinosaur to make a piece of paper out of your tool shed. The i'll write on you! Pieces of 8, Ice-skate, Mastre Beyt, milk krate. Smells like a premium day for Chinese beverage betrayal. Smug opportunites to make friends only leave you more pulled away.Fog & Firehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00769790648500397369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818871091697840159.post-67635317537624536022008-11-09T12:55:00.001-08:002008-11-09T14:46:20.492-08:00news flash.i am changing my cat's name from Tigi to tigrfukr.<br /><br /><br />Do you want to see an old man's legs or chest or balls? I wouldn't. But if i was an old man i wouldn't give a fuck if you wanted to see my legs or chest or balls.<br /><br /><br />fuck you. i hate everything you like.Fog & Firehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00769790648500397369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818871091697840159.post-42518452987274045422008-11-03T22:15:00.000-08:002008-11-03T22:16:36.876-08:00halloween.extension<br />rejection<br /><br />extension<br />rejection<br /><br />fuck your bikini<br />mine mind is erectFog & Firehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00769790648500397369noreply@blogger.com0