Good ol' Adventures With SDJ

Traveling to new places is always a creative experience. Walking a few miles to see some bears and try to steal a bobcat reflects just fun afternoon times. Screaming out unique liquid scores of music on a Friday night remains memorable. Molding everything in-between fires up energy from Josie's heart.

Great Fishin' Weather Today Wasn't It Les?

Sounds of Soul

Beautiful in appearance

Evil in delivery

Fire Up Some Criminal Style

D.I.P. For The Dip.

Have I dipped too deep?

My endeavors seem to scream: "Turn away!" Yet I dip deeper. Everything I've ever said on this blog has been encrypted... similar to D.I.P. Encryption. How do you build such a device to decrypt what I'm telling you? Well first start with cardboard.

Then listen in to what my tender distortion elicits. Some might think the amount of drive pedals I implore hides an inability to sound clean... yet why would I bath haunting memories in clean water? Dirty everything up; make happiness transform into grunge.

Next, realize that the shit around means something more than the crunchy noise most people hear. Gone with the old new generation, remember the days of youth vividly.

Wash your SDJ Errr' Dailey; Hurley-ing to Mothballin' Atmosphere

"1. Artistic expression, sex, and truth are the only things that really matter.

2. Music is the face of God.

3. The best service you can do for mankind is mind your own business.

4. Don`t ever trust a man who says `I am going to kill you in the name of God"

~ John Frusciante

Perfection

My perfect girl would buy two jolley ranchers for herself and the convenience store clerk just to satisfy a 5 dollar minimum on her debit card while buying cigarettes.

78 Takes Later...

People and pictures around me seem to be coming and going nowhere. Nostalgia only evokes motivation towards capturing every single moment. Walking through a campus solely to silently observe something new captivates your senses.

Meanwhile, as once described in a previous post somewhere, the Mothnest (AKA Falcones headquarters) was attacked by the police. Victorious again, the officer's last words were "but I gotta admit you guys sounded really decent"

The Falcones: Plaguing Athen's Police Department With Rock N' Roll

Athens needed a new kind of criminal

Que Quiere Hagas?

Finally the joke I needed.

Thanks SDJ

Zelda Ruled My World Once

The Legend of Zelda...

The Hands on the Clock

Shakedown in the midst of everything enveloping in common reality. I need a joke... Nights fly away without much inception towards meager tasks. Yet rainy days provoke absolute productivity without much second thought. Grooving into a balance finally needs attention; without harmony its just hectic. Man, I need a joke.

Waking up to realizing truth unfold before your eyes strikes up intense creative thoughts. Retaining the most riveting of the bunch inevitably combines into an emotional dream or nightmare. The contents of such a manifestation infect the mind recklessly most of the time. I've thrown myself down a familiar slope; knowing what's coming up next alleviates one to challenge the common ending.

With each additional play of the song, someone dug deeper. Discovering a new twist in the grunge enables the creators to hook the tale back into the story. Next time, one of them bent sound too far, resulting in a paralyzing melody. Ghostly notes escape whenever your emotional nightmares coexist with a song's structure. Time goes on, however the song never repeats itself the same way.

Tomorrow Night!

The Falcones Live at GO Bar in Athens, Ga!

The Fruit That Ate Itself