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Thursday, 31 July 2008

  • I feel like a troll...

    Yes.... for a couple of reasons.  But, mostly for this:

    Projekt NewSpeak Presents:
    The Sketch Comedy Show
    August 3rd, 6pm
    David Henry Hwang Theatre (East West Players)
    in Little Tokyo
    120 North Judge John Aiso Street,
    Los Angeles, CA
    Tickets at SKETCHCOMEDYSHOW.COM

    Apparently I only log on once every few months to promote... what an ass.  Anyway, go!!!I miss all you crazy Xangazens.... Xangizens?  Xangites?  Xanganian. 

Friday, 27 June 2008

  • Resurface

    It's been a while Xangazens.  Life has been crazy, to say the least.  Soon, I shall give thee a nice, thorough rundown of the past couple months.  But for now, I'm self promoting...haha.

    This is tomorrow!!!!


    And this is online!  Flipped Switch Episode 1, co-starring someone you might recognize.

Tuesday, 18 March 2008

  • Duality

    My mind races against itself,
    Every thought vying for first place,
    Hoping to monopolize my focus.
    One beats the others back
    Consistently, it breaks the ribbon.

    I'm a fool that fell for the gambit.

    The pangs of anger radiate
    and become the stiffness of my neck,
    the tiny shot of pain that accompanies
    every heartbeat.

    This pit in my stomach won't go away
    In happier news.... look what I bought:

    www.earlbaylon.com


Friday, 29 February 2008

  • Asunder

    Ah, who am I kidding?

    I feel more than I'll ever consciously admit to.  My heart sits upon my sleeve... for all to see.  The strange thing is, if it were possible to purge these thoughts from my mind, I'm not sure I'd want to.

    How else will I learn?

    It feels sometimes as if I'm sliding down the face of a mountain, desperately grabbing for anything to slow my descent.  I uproot bushes and saplings, tearing them from the earth with gravity hastened speed, hoping that I'll find the one that will save me. 

    Grab a tree, ass.  Or a rock.  A big one.  I need a big mothaeffin rock.

    Rock band rubber band of brothers in arms.
    Old MacDonald, keeled over, had ten farms.
    And a bucket full of whey.
    Lockjaw trap jaw breaker do you copy?
    Keep in touch, lylab, sorry so sloppy.
    I feel it every day.
    I'm a loc-down, set-trippin, baby inside.
    I'm a scroungy-maned serengeti king without a pride.
    Is this the only way?
    I pray for a better course, scream til my voice is hoarse.
    And wait for another sun to rise.
    I dream of a brighter day, hope i'll be shown the way.
    To a real-life undisputed prize.



Friday, 01 February 2008

  • Pollux Vinegar... aka Desynchronize pt. 3

    I hate this feeling.

    I remember the last time I felt like this was back in 2004.  The feeling is now as it was back then; nagging, pervasive, demoralizing.

    Then one day, a day that was otherwise not so special, I woke up at 371, played some final fantasy 10, and sat down at my computer to write a script. An hour or two later, I took a bathroom break and stared at myself in the mirror for a minute.

    I looked different. I was resolute, my purpose unwavering -and although I didn't know exactly how or why, I knew that "the feeling" had broken.

    I quietly rejoiced as a smile began to splay itself across my face.

    "I'm back," I murmured,  "I'm back, motherfucker."

    Fervently, I hope for a re-experience.

    Perhaps I should turn to what saved me last time, my art... my craft, because in a time like this, when so much has left me or has been taken from me, it is all I have left. 

    I have friends.  And they mean the world to me.

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