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Words Not To Say In Front Of My Kids

Dysfunctional Literacy

I tell my kids they can think anything they want, but there are some things they’d better not say. (image via wikimedia)

I told my daughters this morning that they’d need to take a sack lunch to school tomorrow, and they laughed at me.  I wasn’t expecting them to laugh.

It took me a moment to realize why they thought sack lunch was funny.  When I was their age (around 35 years ago), sack lunch wasn’t funny.  I carried a sack lunch to school every day, and nobody laughed.  I think I even called it a sack lunch.  Everybody called it that.  But somewhere along the way, kids picked up on the word sack, and a new source of humor was created.

Now I can’t say sack in front of my daughters; I have to say “brown paper bag.”  If I had two sons, maybe it wouldn’t matter much.  But…

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Time

Time cuts like shards of memory. In time i want to say all the things you mean to me. And time heals, but only when the soul begins to peel. i’ve lived so many lives, i don’t know which ones real. Time and time i ask myself, “what do i feel?” When all i feel is… Explosive thoughts of glass, paralyzing and ripping a clear path. Shattered empty eyes that tell all – A sacred moon dance held captive. We stand in rapture, watching the mad poet capture his private hell. The armageddon sanctuary The end of the beginning. The beginning of the end. We traveled many light years, to end your suffering and calm your fears. Alive for the great pagan feast. Alive to set fire to all your hopes. We’re burning the masters house. No ones left to stop the beast. Fangs dripping in blood, Parents smile mirrored image. Tear away lies. Expose the truth. United battle cry of essential truth. Love your friends. Hate your enemies. Eat the rich. Feast, bloody feast unleashed. We’re running naked in the streets. Howling and laughing. Crying and singing. Time is disposabl. Time is infinite. We’re getting closer to understanding the message. Let’s go farther, shall we? Farther into the night. Farther into the void. Farther into the our endless plight. The mad poet drives them all! Abyss. Darkness. The recognition of destination. Are we ready? Let’s fly! Fly on borrowed time. Fly on beautiful broken wings. Mended. Tar’d and feathered. God is waiting. Children are music. Soft voices hushed by violent noises. The monsters are back! Mom and dad have returned! We’re nothing. Nobody. Nowhere. But we’re not giving up! We still have the moonlight, We still have needs born on desire. Pass thru the fire – May it burn all the liars. Desolate. Despair. Burn without a care. It’s only natural to embrace nature. As all comes ’round once more. All in all it takes its course – Santa Claus is coming, he’s bringing a sack full of remorse. That fat user of dreams, Feasting on our screams. He’s a parent’s tool, and a child’s weapon. Are we ever really abandoned? Who yields the sword holds the throne. We have a chance at destiny, Time to make it our own. We’re drawing in like ships from the night, Gathering to that beckoned light. Who calls us? Well how dare you! We already said we only follow the mad poet and his tale of fleeting time. We’re children. We’re survivor’s. Our minds have now entered the smooth surface. Transitional fate. Judge us and be damned. Tender songs from the grave, do you hear the chorus? How many of us are everyday angels, with the devil’s luck, and the devil’s wit? Our saving grace is to strike first. No quarter in given. No quarter taken. It’s time we make our stand – The wolves are loose apon the land. They wear sheep’s clothing, and pack school lunches. i’ll say it again – Love your friends, Hate your enemies. Rebel against those who hold you back. Society is a monster. Live free. And very later it comes to me, a dream i once had, when my fevered mind saw the other side. i always knew someone was out there i knew it would take time. Twenty seven years to roam. Animal apon the land. Feasting, back to the feast. Back to the ancients, There ways of old. Enchanted love. When she smiles, i’m finally home. Let’s give sacrifice. Let’s pay homage. Love your queen. Hate the machine. We’re coming fast to knowledge. Brutal knowledge that draws blood. Blood from the grave. Blood only a heart can save. Blood spiller. Ritualistic killer. i want to spray you with my demon seed, i want to give you all you need. The mad poet screams for vengeance. The earth has turned bitter. The night is longer. The moon is older. All hail the passage of time! Let it cut us like flowers, as we bloom for new death. We rise from ashes, We sing from graves, where we’re thrown to young. Thrown into festering hate. Thrown into the shadows. Who will lead us into the light? Is it i? Is it you? My nightmares are coming true, as we slip into the border land of indecision. We’re lost! Turn back! There is no hope here. We live in chaos. We breath in turmoil. Time is a liar. Time is a glimpse of empty promises. We must have substance, We must have nourishment. Give us the gilded cup, let us drink the blood. We live rancid lives, We crave morbid taste. Death come forth! Cease the inevitable, Embrace the unstoppable. It’s love or death. Give us compassion we beg! i want more than this waste. Smash times ugly face. Behold; a single star is shining, Will it burn? Will it fade? Will it fall? Time to make a wish – Back to the truth, Time is the great celestial turd. My wish is to have more wishes. i wish to eat the most cake. i wish to smile beyond fake. i wish for a moist after-world, with the after taste of sulfuric acid, and bitter almonds. i wish to be understood. i wish time was only time with you. But wheels roll onto fate – We’re moved into position, and Path of destruction. The long line. The long list. Bring it all down! Blackened, Scard, Used. Born without a chance. i wish to choose, Time to choose you. Passionate kiss. Time i miss. To much time on my hand. Life is broken like family homes. The wolves are back! Now i have desire, and i test it with fire. Dare i hope? Dare i pray? Time to mean what i say. To come so far, and try so hard, we’ll not be clipped like summer grass! Not to be clipped by the abusers hand! Do you listen? Do you understand? We will rise. We cannot be stopped. Life folds so empty, so easily. Nothing left. Nothing dreamt. Secrets kept. Secrets lost. It doesn’t matter, we’re on the move! Wipe clean the face of man. Wipe clean with God’s sleight of hand.New beginnings at the end, fleeting yet remembered. And time has no answers. Wishes soaked in buckets of piss. We were led for this, the mad poet called us each and every one. We traveled thru moonlight, we caressed the stars. We were nothing, we were everything. We had time to dream, time to breathe. I want you to remember – The time is now. And time is all i really want. Time with you, again and again. Time cuts soft like velvet heart’s. In time i will tell you all. Time will hold us, time will heal us. Time to say farewell for now, ~my silver dream

Lady Cyanide

Fairpoint: Not So Fair

This is an issue that affects everyone and I was lucky enough to gain insight to what is taking place.

Me:

What is this strike over exactly?

D.C.

The strike is over a large variety of issues. Fairpoint is looking to outsource jobs to the lowest bidders and basically forsake its current workers and their respective communities. The current workforce consists of community members who work in the neighborhoods they live in and spend their money there as well. Fairpoint also seeks to freeze all pensions and halt healthcare.

In short, Fairpoint came to New England with a laundry list of promises and came through on none of them.

This is the eradication of the middle class. Our wages have a direct influence on the surrounding communities and as members we are dedicated to providing the highest quality of service and customer relations. We care greatly for this network because it is the only network.

Fairpoint hired a man named Bill Prins, whose sole purpose is to dismantle organized labor and turn our jobs into a flight-by-night operation that wud only serve to bleed dry communities, resources and to make it impossible for future generations to prosper. This fight is for any one and everyone who collects a paycheck. union or not. This is NOT about wages or having to pay for healthcare as many news outlets suggest. This is about the preservation of American life, of the American dream and of the greater sense of community and family.

Me:

What exactly do you do?

D.C.

I  am a Splice-Service tech. I  am qualified for a wide variety of tasks including IT, fiber and copper splicing, telsys, T-1 and other high speed information circuits.

I have worked for both the current President and Vice president of the US as well as being a friendly, knowledgable face for my customers great and small.

I’m basically the guy who ‘gets it done’. My resources and knowledge of the network is unparalleled outside of the men and women I work along side. when no one else can help, we can. We keep America connected.

Me:

What is a scab? Why are they the “enemy” for lack of a better word?

D.C:

A scab is the lowest form of human life on the planet. It is a person who cares nothing for his country or his fellow man. Scabs have sold their souls to corporate greed.

A scab is a traitor to his country. A  scab is ignorant to his own malevolence and a cancer on this nation.

A scab will work like a slave in unsafe environments and put himself and others at risk with complete disregard for what generations of union members have fought for for over a century.

I bet you didn’t know that the reason you have a weekend and a five day work week is because unions fought for it.

Me:

No I didn’t know that. How long have you worked for Fairpoint?

D.C.:

I have been a communications worker for 16.7 years. Fairpoint has only been in New England for about 7 years. I previously worked for Nynex, Bell Atlantic and Verizon. Basically, I know my craft well. I care deeply for my work and the customers and communities I service 365 days a year, 24 hours a day.

Me:

I know in the major cities here they are asking people to sign a petition, what is the petition for and how would a person sign it if they live in a rural community such as myself?

D.C.:

The petition is a local action. As a community member you shud contact the Public Utilities Commission and voice your concern.

Just a heads up, your cell phone is really a land line. It depends on our network to reach beyond the closest tower. This network takes a beating here in the northeast and we are there at any time, in any weather to resolve issues quickly and properly.
A scab has no vested interest in these aspects nor does Fairpoint, it seems.

Me:

If Fairpoint does outsource what does that mean for us the customer?

D.C.:

It means less jobs for us, less opportunity for the next generations and less money spent in and around your local communities. It means non-english speaking reps on the end of your service call and if and when a tech shows up, they will not give the level of service that is demanded by the hard working people of the region. It means they will take their money outside the region and outside of the US economy. This will lower the standard of living for everyone.

When the middle class is gone, there are no classes.

The business world is watch us closely. If a two-bit, nothing company can say ‘fuck you’ to one of the largest labor unions in the US, then we ALL shud be worried.

BTW, unions also gave us safety regulations, lunchbreaks and vacations. all things that employers are regulated to give their workforce.

You’re welcome.

Me:

Do you personally believe Fairpoint will succeed? You mentioned mobile picketing, what is that?

D.C:

We want Fairpoint to be prosperous. They are making money and we want to continue to bolster their profits but NOT at the cost of the American people or the communities they serve. They made bad decisions and must be held accountable. If Fairpoint succeeds (and they will NOT) then it means a domino effect that all major corporations will seek to crush their workforces onto the poverty line and line their pockets with money made from the sweat of real Americans. Most people forget that we as American people are the first ‘union’.

Mobile picketing is when we go out in our personal vehicles and hunt for scabs. We find them and peacefully persuade them to just go home. We educate them as to why they have committed treason and are relentless in our pursuit of those who think that they are above the common man. We find them and picket them. We never go away, we follow and follow.

You can not run. You can not hide. We will find you and find out who you are.

A scab assaulted a lone picketer yesterday and was arrested. These scabs are human garbage bred by a system that allows them to thrive. We are ALL struggling against the machine. Scabs undermine efforts to ensure that working class Americans get treated like 2nd class citizens.

This is bad for EVERYONE. Unions are the balancing point between the population and complete corporate takeover.

This is a real threat. To you, to me and to our children’s futures.

Me:

Is there anything you would want my readers to be aware of other than what we have talked about?

D.C.:

Yes.

Understand something: if there are not men and women willing to risk everything for the greater good of the nation then we are all doomed to become victims of greed and inhumanity.

There is a distinct possibility that if this gets bad enough, the federal govt will step in.

If the fed has control over the communications network then the Patriot Act will seem like a friendly gesture.

This is not just a fight for my future but a war for the future of this nation. We battle for you, the American, the patriot, the working class and the future generations.

We are the light in the darkness, we are the unrelenting force which keep the wolves of Wall St at bay. We are the last bastion of unselfish and fearless citizens who have put everything at stake for the good of our country and our fellow man.

We will not quit. We are strong. We are proud. We  are union.

Being connected is one of the most important aspects of modern life. We understand this on a deeper level than anyone.

We are currently off the payroll. We even worked for 3 months with no contract while Fairpoint consistently refused to bargain at the table.

We need you, as citizens and community members, to support us by any way possible. Stop and talk with us, become informed and spread our message. Beep your horns when you see us, smile and wave. Report scab activity to us. Tell the scabs that they are hurting everyone. Tell your local govt officials you want this resolved and you want a union member, who is dedicated, to provide them service.

We are out in the cold, the dark, the wind and the rain. We are stressed out and need to know we are being heard. Our hearts are broken like the myriad of promises Fairpoint made.

We want a fair contract. We want to go back to serving the communities we love and live in.

Me:

Has anyone started an online petition? I’ve been part of a few for different matters.

D.C.:

I’m sure there are some online petitions but the actions we need are more grass roots. We need people to know that we are fighting for them.

You heard it folks, straight from the frontlines to your screens!

Kalico ~xx

Lady Cyanide

Vstl: Looking Pretty Being Shitty

This is my first interview ever, I was fortunate enough to land it with my good friend Jim Watts, creator and designer of VSTL Vestments! We had alot of fun doing this so I really hope yout enjoy the read.

Me:

When Did you start vstl?

J.W.:

VSTL is Vagabond Saints Tattoo Lounge. It came to be in 2006 after I had left a studio I had started with two former coworkers. It wasn’t until October 2012 that I took a chance with branching off into VSTL Vestments

Me:

How’d you come up with the name?

J.W:

The name started with a friend calling me a vagabond after hearing of my travels over the years. I liked the sound it had and put it in the back of my mind. Months later while hanging out with my brother and some friends and listening to Social Distortion the song “Nickles and Dimes” played. The line “I’m a vagabond king with a stolen crown” seemed to have stood out louder than the rest of the song and I looked at my kid brother and said, “What do you think of the name Vagabond Saints?” (The saints part fit because of my being an ordained minister) He looked at me and said it sounded perfect. (Prior to this it was the monike of Muted Witness Studio)

Me:

Kool kool. What made you want to get into clothing

J.W.:

I got tired of the bullshit tattoo scene. The TV shows have increased the number of studios and tattooists that are popping up now. I’m talking professionals and scab vendors. It has exponentially tripled the amount of competition there is for getting customers. Plus, I’ve had my flirting a with tshirt design in my past. My first foray was in 9th Grade. I was asked to design the shirts to be worn as part of the PE uniform. I redesigned our school mascot, the fighting porcupine, and everyone loved it! I then did a shirt for my Air Force basic training flight and a few shirs for bands over the years.
The first vestment for VSTL was one just to promote the tattoo studio aspect and the thrill from it then led me to do another and another…today we are taking orders for what is our 12th vestments design now.

Me:

How long does a design take you to create?

J.W:

The initial ideas and drawings are quick, it’s just the vectoring that can take upwards of two weeks or so. That’s the time consuming part

Me:

Do you have a formal background in design? In any sense?

J.W:

I took art in school from 6-12th grade. For 6-8 I had a real ball breaker of an art teacher, named Mrs.Newby, she didn’t let me get comfortable in my own style. She pushed me hard to do other things like realism and painting. 9th and 10th grade I had to suffer through Miss Marty Bratcher. She was not an artist, rather an Art History scholar. Those years helped fuel my use of art as weapon, rebellion, an actual expression of my thoughts and feelings. 11th grade I had this teacher named Pete Pascucci and he gave us so much freedom. He used to sit at his desk and draw and shoot the shit with us. He taught me very little besides its ok to take a long break and get comfortable with my talents. 12th grade was Mrs.Mullins and she was another one who pushed me hard. She also got me into the introduction to animation classes at Disney world in ’95. I then went to The Art Institute of Pittsburgh for my degree in Advertising/Visual Communications

Me:

What is your target audience?

J.W:

My target audience/consumer is just people who dig on having my artwork on their clothing. Right now, the stats are showing that the actual audience has been the women. We sell more items to the chicks than to dudes. Which is totally fine with us. Our tank tops and tote bags rank as the highest purchased items in the past two years of doing this.

Me:

Where do you see Vstl in the next two years?

J.W:

Still struggling hahaha

Actually, I see is probably doing much better in two years. Seeing as we managed to get a lot of attention on us with the Tour of Doom fundraiser we just did for Joanna Mace (@optimisticdoom). People have taken notice of us and what we are about.

Every day we advance VSTL just a little more

We just bought a kickass digital camera and are getting models together for a professional shoot here soon

Me:

Does Vstl have a motto and or a mission statement?

J.W:

Our motto is “Looking pretty being shitty”

Me:

Do you have any advice for aspiring artists?

J.W:

It seems everyone is an aspiring artist these days haha you got people with smartphones and filters claiming to be professional photographers, every chick on Instagram thinks she is a model, etc. I say that the real artists should do what they do and keep at it. When the other assholes fall out, the real artists will still be standing.

Me:

Do you hope to ever have vstl in stores?

J.W:

Yes I do. I have already been talking to shop owners about it. My goal is to have it in my own studio though.

Me:

Just in Canada or are there potential shops in the us?

J.W:

Canada first and then plans for US. Until then there is always vagabondsaints.com

Me:

I was just about to ask where we can find your work haha

J.W:

I did so many podcast interviews and radio spots last month that I know how to do interviews the right way haha

Me:

That’s cool though, getting your brand out

J.W:

It was more for the fundraiser

Me:

Do you intend to do anymore fund raisers? Maybe one for domestic violence?

J.W:

This was our first fundraiser and it was to directly benefit Joanna. We know that the big charities only use a portion of donation towards what they are intended for. For us, we felt that we needed to directly help. The idea of doing more is constantly discussed but it will require better planning next time. This went from idea to execution in a matter of a weekend.

As for domestic violence, I really can’t say if that would be one of our platforms. We understand its a tragic epidemic, but it’s not in the same vein as cancer. We want our fundraising to be done so that it directly affects. The Tour of Doom fundraiser was initiated to help Joanna with her trip across the U.S. and Canada.

Her cancer is terminal and our efforts were to help while she can enjoy it.

Me:

I understand, It seemed successful though. How much Did you raise and Did that meet your goal if you had one?

J.W:

Our goal was initially to raise $1000 and before we knew it we were striving for $2000. Towards the end of it we had hopes of $2500 but it didn’t happen. If we had extended the deadline by another week, it was a good possibility of happening

Me:

What’s your next design called? You have such creative names Haha and what one is running now

J.W:

Right now, we have “The HELL-oha” in the ordering phase until Halloween. It’s a hula girl in corpsepaint (in the ways of Norwegian black metal). We have the next vestment design in the works to be released in the beginning of 2015. There is a name already, but we aren’t releasing that info just yet haha

“the HELL-oha” is the last line being done for 2014

There you have it folks! Remember you can find VSTL on Facebook, Twitter and Instagram!

Facebook
https://m.facebook.com/VSTLVestments

Twitter
@vagabondsaints

Instagram
@vstlvestments

Lady Cyanide

Vultures

Spirits swarming
Circling like
Vultures to
A rotten carcass
Feeding on those
Dead inside
A body just a
Host once
They grip
A throat
So jealous
Of what
They can’t
Have they
Steal yours
Will they get you?

My Own Demons

Look into
My eyes
And you
Will find
An eternal
War raging
Inside where
Demons hide
Binding their
Time waiting
For the
Turpentine off
The tongue
That will
Release them
To rid
The world
Of human
disgrace
In the
devils mind
I find him
Inside
The cloak of greed
Hiding the truth
We all have demons inside.