So, it's been a while since I had an opportunity to update my own sparse existance on the web in the form of some lame blog. So yeah, here's what's been happening in the life of Duone:
I've got a head cold. The kind that clogs up yer sinuses and makes you hock up brown loogies. That kind. It's also got pressure on my ears and some soreness in my throat. This may be some kind of divine retribution, because I skipped a weeks worth of classes last week claiming I had exactly what I have now, when then I did not. God works in mysterious ways, eh?
Anyway, I have been working more on this art projection of painted LPs. And it is fun. And legal, too. Go figure. My man traded a finished project for some new blanks. Made me feel kind of anarchist. That's me man, a fucking rebel, breaking down capitalism one step at a time. Woot!
I've finished reading Days of War, Nights of Love by the CrimethInc Ex-Workers Collective, which is actually all about anarchism. While I doubt I am now going to quit my job and find an abandoned warehouse to squat in and live off dumpsering and shoplifting, it does make me think even less highly of my current situation. Being poor sucks.
I am also on slightly better terms with the ex. As it is right now, I'm learning to be friends again, and not think about how good she looks naked. Cause that gets me nowhere. And makes me jealous.
I've finally got my shit unpaclked and solidly moved in. So I can now get back to ruby and work on an authoritative mix of quality american hip-hoppery. Woot x 2.
I am currently working on three different projects involving hip-hop albums and clothing lines too. Go figure. The two albums are for friends of mine in the Black Poets Society. Ones a mixtape for this kid still locked up in McClaren Correctional Facility. He and my buddy Dekk are in Immaculate Conception; it's their mixtape I'm almost finished with. The other one is for Dekk, DJ Delay and my man SunksT, who make up the group Eloquence in Balance. Finally, I'm also doing logo and artwork creation for a group in Portland that does clothing lines. I'm supposed to come up with "grafftiti looking stuff" that would "appeal to the youth". As much as I hate that shit, it pays well. And I'm not about to sign my name on that shit, so when they cut the check, I'll pretend like I've never even heard of the phrase "youth marketing". I may be a hypocrite, but I'm also broke, and $100 a pic appeals to a guy who plans pieces in calculs..
So that's what's up folks. Now shower me with comments. Abuse is fine, but praise is better. Pick-up lines are best. Woot ^ 3.
Peace,
Duone DSL DPK
PS: "may everyday bling you a happiness"
I've got a head cold. The kind that clogs up yer sinuses and makes you hock up brown loogies. That kind. It's also got pressure on my ears and some soreness in my throat. This may be some kind of divine retribution, because I skipped a weeks worth of classes last week claiming I had exactly what I have now, when then I did not. God works in mysterious ways, eh?
Anyway, I have been working more on this art projection of painted LPs. And it is fun. And legal, too. Go figure. My man traded a finished project for some new blanks. Made me feel kind of anarchist. That's me man, a fucking rebel, breaking down capitalism one step at a time. Woot!
I've finished reading Days of War, Nights of Love by the CrimethInc Ex-Workers Collective, which is actually all about anarchism. While I doubt I am now going to quit my job and find an abandoned warehouse to squat in and live off dumpsering and shoplifting, it does make me think even less highly of my current situation. Being poor sucks.
I am also on slightly better terms with the ex. As it is right now, I'm learning to be friends again, and not think about how good she looks naked. Cause that gets me nowhere. And makes me jealous.
I've finally got my shit unpaclked and solidly moved in. So I can now get back to ruby and work on an authoritative mix of quality american hip-hoppery. Woot x 2.
I am currently working on three different projects involving hip-hop albums and clothing lines too. Go figure. The two albums are for friends of mine in the Black Poets Society. Ones a mixtape for this kid still locked up in McClaren Correctional Facility. He and my buddy Dekk are in Immaculate Conception; it's their mixtape I'm almost finished with. The other one is for Dekk, DJ Delay and my man SunksT, who make up the group Eloquence in Balance. Finally, I'm also doing logo and artwork creation for a group in Portland that does clothing lines. I'm supposed to come up with "grafftiti looking stuff" that would "appeal to the youth". As much as I hate that shit, it pays well. And I'm not about to sign my name on that shit, so when they cut the check, I'll pretend like I've never even heard of the phrase "youth marketing". I may be a hypocrite, but I'm also broke, and $100 a pic appeals to a guy who plans pieces in calculs..
So that's what's up folks. Now shower me with comments. Abuse is fine, but praise is better. Pick-up lines are best. Woot ^ 3.
Peace,
Duone DSL DPK
PS: "may everyday bling you a happiness"
marshieparshie:
dumpstering is fun. you can find some really unusual foods sometimes. i haven't talked to my ex in about a year, and she recently became a suicide girl. she's so damn hot......