To the church no intent to repent

Artwork
Talula Love Bottoms
Title "Diving Back into my Black(Hole)"

Black
Danger Mouse and Daniele Luppi
featuring Norah Jones

We touch the walls of a city streets, and
Didn't explain
Sadly showed us our ways
Of never asking why
Cast down,
It was heaven sent, and
To the church no intent to repent
On my knees, just to cry

Until you travel to that place you can't come back
Where the last pain is gone and all that's left is black

Bright nights cease coming to me, and
Some day
They'll punish my deeds, and they'll find
All the crimes
But then they ask when they going to see them
Then they're going to
Ask to feel the ghosts, the walls, the dreams
Oh, I've got mine

At last those coming came and they never looked back
With blinding stars in their eyes but all they saw was black

Fooled them, hoping to seem
Like the sweat of evil,
But the product of greed, and
It's not a mask, so be honest with me
They can't afford to ignore that I'm a disease
Practical, since we had to be, and
When they were old they came back to me
And they tried, oh they tried

And when you follow through and wind up on your back
Looking at up those stars in the sky those white clouds have turned it black

Make Some Noise if your with me! Talula's hanging out with her Beasties today!

How does Talula feel about The Beastie Boys?
and assessing value/worth to art?

1. The Beastie Boys are insanely talented. I wake up in the morning just so I can listen to the new album. The beats fuel my soul.

2. How much would I pay for this?

Worth. What is it worth. In a recession. In a booming economy. In downtrodden times. In excessive wealth.

What is anything worth.
I am an addict.

I have addictive personality traits and there are somethings that I can't say no to and I will go to any extent to get it.

If you are thirsty you seek water.
If you are hungry you seek food.
If you are cold you seek warmth.
If you have been told you are worthless...
you seek worth.

You can be addicted to anything really. I am addicted to The Beastie Boys. I am not in denial about it...but I may need help; eventually - just a few more listens and then I will stop I swear.

I also have trouble with worth. But...I have a statement that is true in all things.
You are the only one who can assess the true value of something in your life.

Talula needs to work on her value. You see...sometimes she's told that there's a line that's just not quite right; and at that moment her world crashes down around her and what was a great painting moments before is now just a painting with fucked up lines. She closes her eyes...shakes her head to try to shake it off.

She's gonna be shaking a lot off in the next few weeks...because she's decided that she's worth it. She's more than worth it. She's expensive.

She is someones Beastie Boys album.

With that:
MAKE SOME NOISE!!!!!

Yeah
Get up
Yeeeah
Uhh

Yes, here we go again give you more nothing lesser
Back on the mic is the anti-depresser
Adrock, no pressure, yes we need this
The best is yet to come and yes believe this

[Mike D:]

Lego my ego while I flex my ego
Step off my seko dressed up tuxedo
Sipping coffee playing keno in the casino
Want a lucky number? ask Mike Dino

[MCA:]

I burn the competition like a flame thrower
My rhymes age like wine as I get older
I'm getting bolder competition is waning
I got the feeling and I'm single laning

We got a party on the left a party on the right
We gonna party for the muther fucking right to fight

Make some noise if your with me
Make some noise if your with me
Make some noise if your with me
Make some noise if your with me

[Mike D:]

Armed as erection popular election
Getting paid every year like tax collection
Hear my perfection rotary connection
Taking MCs down by lethal rap injection

[MCA:]

I'm like an ornithologist when I get pissed
You must of drank a fizzy lifting drink and you got lifted
And sifted I'm just wiff and when I catch MCs it's time for wing clipping

[Ad-Rock:]

I fly like a hawk or better yet an eagle a seagull
I sniff suckers out like a beagle
My ego is off and running and gone
Cause I'm about the best and if you diss than that's wrong

We got a party on the left a party on the right
We gonna party for the muther fucking right to fight

Make some noise if your with me
Make some noise if your with me
Make some noise if your with me
Make some noise if your with me

[MCA:]

Pass me the scalpel I'll make an incision
I'll cut off the part of your brain that does the bitching
Put it in formaldehyde and put it on the shelf
And you can show it to your friends and say that's my old self

[Ad-Rock:]

Can do me nothing can't tell me nada
Don't quote me now because I'm doing the lambada
The forbidden dance heres my chance
To make romance in my b-boy stance

[Mike D:]

Parle romancing into the financing
Opened up a restaurant with Ted Danson
The roaches check in but they never check out
I set the record straight no doubt

We got a party on the left a party on the right
We gonna prty for the muther fucking right to fight

Make some noise if your with me
Make some noise if your with me
Make some noise if your with me
Make some noise if your with me

Thumbing through the pages of my fantasies

"Thoughtless"
by Maryanne Pappano

Pungent
is the scent that waifs through the air
of the unwanted word
the lost and lonely vowel
the dangling tangent

Crude
is the discarded verb
that wasn't allow to describe it's feelings
plagued with an ad
substituted for a less inviting fauna.

Lonely
is the noun who wasn't slotted
in a mad libs
or in a prayer, or a poem.

Lyrical
is the sound of song with
mmmmm's and ahhhh's and ohhhh's
rhythmically placed for us
to hummmmmm; and never
misspelled.

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Words. That's all they are. As an artist...
let me repeat myself AGAIN. Inspiration is rare.
Traveling can often be lonely.
I am often alone. I'm finding friendships in words.
I'm recycling old rhymes to pump me up for my morning sessions.

Sitting in front of the blank canvas. IE: yesterdays "In my circus of a life"..
It was a line that stemmed from the art I had done the day before. "No Strings Attached".

The rest; meaningless to my life...maybe pertinent to your own.
I am quite happy these days you see. Sometimes the broken shows it's shard but not often anymore.
I am, however, enjoying my disciplines. I've given myself up to a schedule.
Sounds horrifying to me as well.
Wake up. Stretch. Hop the dog. downward the same animal. breathe. (I always forget to breathe). Write. Pick a theme song. Start sketching. Juice. Sketch. Read. Juice. Paint. Juice. etc....
It is the formula that seems to work for me. It balances me. If it seems as if I'm venting in my words. I may be. But I'm present in the reasoning the words are outside of me...and not inside of me, anymore.

SELFISHLY....I really get off on reading my own stuff. I love the way it rolls sometimes. Makes me feel like Alison Mosshart or Emily Wells, Tori at best, at worst a little Beck and our trips to the landfill.

Today's writing is what will stimulate my labels. Serves a purpose. I don't do much anymore these days without reason. "where the reasons are treason
and the loss
is a gain and vise versa.." from Inquisitions and Fears.

So there. their. I still always screw them up. Breathe. ha.

Korn
Thoughtless

Thumbing through the pages of my fantasies,
Pushing all the mercy down, down, down.
I wanna see you try to take a swing at me.
Come on, gonna put you on the ground, ground, ground.

Why are you trying to make fun of me?
You think it's funny?
What the fuck you think you're doing to me?
You take your turn lashing out at me.
I want you crying with your dirty ass in front of me.

All of my hate cannot be bound.
I will not be drowned by your thoughtless scheming.
So, you can try to tear me down,
Beat me to the ground,
I will see you screaming.

Thumbing through the pages of my fantasies,
I'm above you smiling as you drown, drown, drown.
I wanna kill and rape you, the way you raped me.
It's on, pull the trigger and you're down, down, down.

Why are you trying to make fun of me?
You think it's funny?
What the fuck you think you're doing to me?
You take your turn lashing out at me.
I want you crying with your dirty ass in front of me.

All of my hate cannot be bound.
I will not be drowned by your thoughtless scheming.
So, you can try to tear me down,
Beat me to the ground,
I will see you screaming.

All my friends are gone; they died.
(Gonna take you down!!!)
They all screamed and cried...
(Gonna take you down!!!)

I can never forget
never forget
I can get nowhere.
I never forget
never forget.
(Gonna take you down!!!)
I can never forget
never forget
I can get nowhere.
I never forget
never forget.
(Gonna take you down!!!)
I can never forget
never forget
I can get nowhere.
I never forget
never forget.
(Gonna take you down!!!)
I can never forget
never forget
I can get nowhere.
I never forget
never forget.
(Gonna take you down!!!)

All of my hate cannot be bound.
I will not be drowned by your thoughtless scheming.
So, you can try to tear me down,
Beat me to the ground,
I will see you screaming.
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IE: I only picked this song..1. (most importantly) is because the acoustic version is one of the most amazing songs I've ever heard. 2.) the title is "Thoughtless" and 3.) Because I simply thought that it was relevant to the poetry because of the K..in Korn.

It all comes back to corn.

Good Morning Mr. Magpie...would you like to Prime a Surfboard with me?

"up this hour"

when you come inside me
I start to feel
again
when you push and pull
and rage
against my skin
I start to peel
away
the fear's a way
of never having to say what I really mean
say what I really want
say what I really said
again
When you play with me
I start to reel
and
when you push it out
it
actually
leaves.
Seek inside your soul for the hole
that's left you so untouchable and
plug it with
the nothing
you are left with
and
I'll watch you float into the sky like a balloon
lost from a childs hand
grains of sand tipped towards the sky
roll the die
i am untied.
i am untied.
i am untied.

"Lotus Flower"
-Radiohead

I will shape myself into your pocket
Invisible, do what you want, do what you want
I will shrink and I will disappear
I will slip into the groove and cut me up, and cut me up

There's an empty space inside my heart
Where the weeds take root
And now I'll set you free
I'll set you free
There's an empty space inside my heart
Where the weeds take root
Tonight I'll set you free
I'll set you free

Slowly we unfurl
As lotus flowers
'Cause all I want is the moon upon a stick
Just to see what if
Just to see what is
I can't kick your habit
Just to feed your fast ballooning head
Listen to your heart

We will shrink and be quiet as mice
While the cat is away; do what we want
Do what we want

There's an empty space inside my heart
Where the weeds take root
So now I set you free
I set you free

'Cause all I want is the moon upon a stick
Just to see what if
Just to see what is

Put the lotus flower into my room

Slowly we unfurl
As lotus flowers
'Cause all I want is the moon upon a stick
I dance around a pit
The darkness is beneath
I can't kick your habit
Just to feed your fast ballooning head
Listen to your heart

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So...I like to wake up in the morning and read. Obviously.
It seems to shape my day into whatever creative mode I need to be in.
Today...I need to paint a bad design onto a surfboard.
eh. I thought...maybe Radiohead could give me a visual or a place
to go while I took on this task.
So, I read Lotus Flower from the new King of Limbs album.
Gotta say. Love this song. Love the scattered way he writes.
Kinda like read between the lines...their music is the same. This album especially.
So. The above poem..or whatever you want to call it.
Is me channeling Radiohead....so that I can paint this bad design like it
is a lotus flower unfolding into something
tangible before me. Let's hope it puts me in the right space.
I do aim to please.
And what do you think??? Does "Up This Hour" (note the pun "Lotus Flower")
sound like a Radiohead song? I think it does. They love that repeat lyric at the end. Fade into a sick drum beat and....I'm off to primer in the rain.

So much to say after reading the NY Times article about Bin Laden.....

1.) How stoked are you as a journalist to get the phone call that Bin Laden is dead? Mark and Helen (I know them) were like...omg. omg. Grab the Obama Bin Laden is dead notebook. shit..shit..where is it? Dude..where the fuck did you put the fucking note book? What do you mean it's under the Government shut down shit? Are you serious?



2.) How pissed off are the guys who's helicopter went down because of malfunctions? Thank god none of them were hurt outside of them beating the shit out of the helicopter. The scene unfolds like this...crash. American military murder experts roll (like stop, drop, roll style) out of the copter as it crashes right outside of the compound where all their buddies are high fiving after dropping Binny...moneys being passed around for bet pay offs; their checking out the art because I bet he had a sick art collection if there was no tv or internet. The men storm up to the compounds wall only to stop short due to the huge alligator infested moat. Screaming!!!! "I missed the media coverage of the Royal Wedding of Kate and William to not get to kill Bin Laden?"



3.) I now believe the recession is a scam. President Obama was like..."I don't know guys...I think the only way Bin Laden will think we're not looking for him anymore is if he believes that the United States of America is completely fucked. Oh...and go ahead and get the Masons to ok all of those Tornados to be released and we'll go with the mass destruction just to be sure....



4.) The writers kept screwing up which Obama did what...



5.) Yes I know his name was Osama...but I think you get my point.