Here’s an old poem I wrote:

As they rise from their grave, no one is safe
Those thought dead will come back as cannibals
Lock you and loved ones in a large bank safe
Ones you know will be all undead Hannibals

Rotting flesh and hanging eyes haunt the streets
Please stay on your rooftop for safety
Zombies may not see you, but they smell meats
Oh, the undead thinks you will be tasty

Smelling like cold, cut, and trashed rotten eggs
You are all for yourself, forget others
No, there are bloody bite marks on your legs
Wah, there is a child screaming for his mum

You then go into sleep to be deceased
Only to wake with the hunger for a feast

A few weeks ago, my father was telling me about a case in Burma, about how there was a group of monks murdering people and eating their corpses hoping to gain more powers. Naturally, I tried to look up this case on the internet, typing in “burmese serial killer” on Google. Sadly, no cannibalistic monks; however, I did come across a very interesting band: Burmese. There are no Burmese people in this band, so i’m guessing the name comes from something crazy, or it’s just random; I have no clue. The band formed during the spring of 1998, with a two man line up: Mike G- Bass/Vocals, Nate G- Drums. The band itself has gone through numerous line up changes throughout the years, with Mike G being the most consistent member (1999 was just him and his drum machine). There have been line ups consisting of two drummers, which seems to be pretty interesting, my guess is to upgrade the brutality of the music. A Female vocalist by the name of Bianca S was included in a line up of 2005, who had a pretty menacing voice. Burmese describes itself as Experimental Grindcore Deathmetal, which I think is pretty accurate. I am absolutely a fan of this band now. It’s my kind of “experimental” music, and it is very different from anything i’ve ever heard; riddled with crashing drums, heavy bass, moaning guitars, grinding electronics, and barely understandable vocals, it truly rules. It’s hilarious to see a video of them live, with half the crowd wearing faces that say, “What the hell is this?” while the other half is just headbanging their brains out. I really enjoy the, excuse my stereotypical vernacular, brutal, noise of the music, and it’s just harsh stuff (in a good way).

Due to a recent subscription to Netflix, I have been watching films more often than I should, both on my TV and streaming it on netflix. Here are some of the films i’ve been watching:

I can’t believe I took the time to make this.

HECK YEAH MR. PROSSER

To the news of San Diego Commissary location’s due closing, I made a little thingy to show my appreciation for the years of supplied gear. It was nice to see that it was actually posted on the Commissary blog and facebook page… what an honor!

Elizabeth (5:35:44 PM): HAHA frank.
Me (5:35:53 PM): silly frank
Elizabeth (5:38:28 PM): frank the bank
Me (5:38:38 PM): with a large tank
Elizabeth (5:38:58 PM): who likes to spank
Me (5:39:14 PM): and smokes only the dank
Elizabeth (5:39:27 PM): while trying to figure out his rank
Me (5:40:22 PM): to the chances of him scoring a skank
Elizabeth (5:42:15 PM): ugh haha i can’t think of something to rhyme that’ll go along with the story