Archive for July, 2008

Off in the distance I hear a moan. On the other hand, was it a shrill cry from the confines of the mist? Perhaps there is moaning in between episodes of crying from the mist. Nothing comes into focus around this time of the night because of the fog and the haze.

These human sounds albeit inhumanely cut through the biting shrill wind. The zombies are about again. How close are they? Around this time in the evening all weekend warriors transmogrify and revert into zombies. Others fled before the perversion, but the result is the same whether or not they shamble aimlessly on the streets or in their mausoleums. (more…)

6pk-084: LPM’s Shiniest

Posted by LeoCain on July 30th, 2008

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6pk-083: Triumph and Fall in Time

Posted by LeoCain on July 27th, 2008

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6pk-082: Throwback Friday

Posted by TLP Show on July 25th, 2008

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Sharing the Hate, Spreading the Pain: On Biting Winds

Posted by LeoCain on July 24th, 2008

Usually around this time of the night, after the bars have closed, the wind is harsh, cold, and biting. This physical pain cuts through all others, and becomes a driving force to get one home or back to their vehicle.

One cannot properly prepare for this frosty wind since they dress to impress, or they dress for their surroundings. If you are going to spend half an evening in a hot and sweaty dance floor, dressing for the walk out is the last thing on your mind. Even if you managed to bring a coat for that final walk, you probably lost it along the way through the course of the coarse malaise. If you did manage to dress warmly for the walk home, you spent most of the night sweating, and the sweat just makes the wind even colder. The alcohol makes the body think it is warmer, which makes a cool breeze, an artic blizzard. That alcohol effect would explain how one could be cold in Florida in the spring, or is it summer?

The irony of the situation is each night begins with emotional hopes and ends with physical pains. The two are unrelated to each other, hence the irony. One more fix in a string of short-term gains at the expense of long-term returns. The credo of the weekend warrior: Live in the here and the now, regardless of responsibility and repercussions. (more…)

6pk-081: Name Me 6pk

Posted by LeoCain on July 23rd, 2008

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No One and a Half: Point of View

Posted by TLP Show on July 22nd, 2008
Scribed by Jason Firestone.

The Band Member:
“I had a show Saturday. Woke up at 8am because I still had to work a full day first. I’d give my left nut to be able to have Saturdays off again, especially on show days, but $4 per gallon gas isn’t going to pay for itself. So anyway, I got off work about 5 and headed over to the 7-11 to get a (more…)

6pk-080: Swiped Song 6pk

Posted by LeoCain on July 20th, 2008

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6pk-07f: 6Pk of Rocks

Posted by TLP Show on July 18th, 2008

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Sharing the Hate, Spreading the Pain: On Goodbyes

Posted by LeoCain on July 17th, 2008

There are very few moments when you say goodbye to someone you know that it is for the last time. When you know, hold onto that anger. Therein lays the pith. Let it consume you through mental tithing. Ten percent, and no more echoes in the distance. Depose yourself to that goodbye. This is the requiem of despair. Two words some up the evening: No Hope

The funeral mass and dirge I sing with delight. (more…)