Lookit, I've got me a new icon, no more weaksauce initial icon for me, woo.

All thanks to me buddy
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And somehow I've obtained three-hundred page-views, not exactly the run away success of other people on the site (probably due to the lack of pretty colors) but I thank you all for each and every one of them, proof once again that poets CAN get recognition.

Oh Snap! I didn't even realize but I just uploaded deviation #42! Woo, now all I need is an infitie probability drive and a babel fish.

For those of you who probably didn't notice, which would be two people (don't you feel special?), I was out of town for about a week and it was mostly just me hanging out with my older brother but I need to proclaim to the world the wonders of the Trash Film Orgy in Sacramento CA. Never before have I ever encountered something so awesomely campy and trashy.

First we have the films, which I will speak of in reverse order, last we have KISS meets the phantom of the park...this is possibly the worst movie ever and should not be watched even under the influence of liquor and narcotics, moving on. Second there were the thirteen trashiest moments in rock history which included yours truly moshing (to the sex pistols I believe) and doing the monkey to Rock lobster, needless to say, that was awesome. But they saved the best for first, a film entitled "Wild Zero" with special guest star, the coolest man to ever come from japan, the one, the only...GUITAR WOLF (AWOOOOO)!!! I mean, who else can destroy a small horde of zombies with explosive guitar picks and take out the evil alien mothership with a sword deftly hidden in his SG guitar. This movie won, especially what with all the exploding zombie heads and running commentary from my fellow Trash Orgy-ers.

Which leads to the next thing that made the entire event so great, the people. First of all, I cannot say just how awesome some of the costumes included Mr. random Zombie #42 who had this awesome peeling skin thing going. But the fun part was not the random zombies and wanna-be rockers, no that was Miss Trash and her saultry maid servant amongst the dozens of other girls in the full spirit of things (green hair + orange fishnets = win) which lead to much cleavage and rejoicing.

Best yet where some of the activities, from the guitar hero 2 set up in the lobby (to which a handful of die-hard geeks spent the entire night, how I pity them) to the air-guitar contest (of which starred some random guy in a trench coat, a guy with a rather faithful axel steel costume that actually really sucked as far as rocking out goes, and the rockin' mime who stole the show)

My only regret is that this was my first ever attendance and the next one won't be until next summer (though a few similar events will take place sporadically, of which I plan on attending all regardless of class schedule or who I have to hog-tie) but I recommend, to anyone that owns an old movie theartre, or knows someone who does, spread the trash, spread the trash.

Well, considering that I've been on this site for a good time now, go me I finally posted something. Unfortunately there is going to be very little from me from the more visual arts side of things (unless I can get a working digital camera but then that would be sporadic at best anyways) considering I have no clue how to draw anything half worthwhile. So you get poetry, read, enjoy, get on with your life and go outside...like I really should. Anyways later.