Inside the actors studio

1. What is your favorite word? Hesh
2. What is your least favorite word? Baggie 
3. What turns you on creatively, spiritually or emotionally? A nice hot brew of tea wakes me on all those levels 
4. What turns you off creatively, spiritually or emotionally? a girl with umbro soccer shorts kills just about all of those  
5. What sound or noise do you love? when the heater kicks on and all the air rushes round
6. What sound or noise do you hate? the dinging of the microwave, all other dings are ok just that pitch and timing kills my earballs 
7. What is your favorite curse word? Fuck
8. What profession other than your own would you like to attempt? id like to be a writer for a comedy show
9. What profession would you not like to do? any thing in medicine 
10. If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates? well you made it homie 

Album of the month for October

Gotta have something scary and epic right? so whats better than Come My Fanatics...by Electric Wizard.
 the Wizard are a doom metal band from Dorset, England, U.K. and they crush just about every album they release but this ones my favorite, favorite track has got to be "Wizard in Black" I love stoner rock with great guitar tones and the crunch of electric wizard is automaticly recognizable.

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Letting go VS letting yr self go

letting your self go is eating because your so bored
Letting go is moving away from your town, all your friends everything you know and moving into a basement a modern day hole
letting your self go is saying fuck work or a job or ever wanting to get out of the situation of letting go
letting go is " when your high go to the highest tower, when your low go to the darkest well"

Ken

"Good Ole Boys"

"So you don't watch no football?" Says my Augusta coworker
"No, No i dont watch football" I have to answer that way because the man just pulled a double negative on me, not like i was expecting Shakespeare to flow out this beer bellied miller high life cap wearing chud. I just hate double negatives
"Hows about auto sports?" he questions. I had to keep from bursting, dude if i don't watch football how would i be down for circular driving or tractor pulls.
But i reply a polite "Nope"
"Shit man do you even like apple pie?"
"like it? i fucken love it, i have a slice with vanilla bean ice cream and cup of black tea every night." i retorted very matter of factually
"Teas for faggots, far as i know" there was a bit of a snap in his voice
"how about ice tea?" i asked and gestured to his glass that was full of UNsweet ice tea
He took a long pause then said "Lipton for real men!"

A Service workers manifesto Pt I

This was not my home, I had tried and tried for years to make it my own after my parents had sold the house down south and moved to the rural part of this state. Lost with no play to lay your heart, I guess that’s why I couldn’t bond with Lawrence. As far as Kansas goes it’s the bees knees. All young people all fairly liberal collage folk, hipsters dude bros scene kids. I mean some of those people are my type right? If not then everything is lost then this is all a lie. Already I know it’s a lonely type of lie just a few years ago I had a crew. MSF mass street family’s now where’s that family? Was I the black sheep of that family too? Its not like I was cast out to the live in this loneliness I now embrace every second. I built these walls. Walls of work, walls of being so bummed by the way people had treated me there was no letting anyone truly in anymore. Not like the wanted to right? I mean no one asked “ Hey Kenny u feel like yr two second from really and truly snapping?”. Its not me, its this society, built on blood and workers tears. Is this life? Work this hard till one day your numbers up? Doesn’t sound like ill ever retire from all this. There’s no end to my work, in this life at least. It’s a good thing I love what I do. To cook, for someone who can paint or play guitar or write legibly cooking would be no big deal. But it’s the only thing creative I can do, and I love it. Its my expression my dance around the pots and pans. Plucking greens like a guitarist plucks is notes. Now if someone would only pay me enough to live to do it I would be happy.

 2 years, 2 years of my life I spent toiling under the bosses thumb. Never doing anything right when I was a manager. Being scared having sleepless nights. I guess that’s the one sense that cancer truly changed my outlook on life. What doesn’t  kill you makes you stronger right? I found it a little bit different. What didn’t kill me made me not want to put up with any more of this “yes sir” bullshit.   And made me enraged when I had to. but with a cool exterior. And the loss of her, the one person I had to lean on. She was there for me for 2 years. But the cancer took her away too. No one would ever see until the infamous  night how lost I was with out her. I guess this is what this is all about. A Man with no friends with in a thousand miles breaking down. Snapping after being treated like shit and having to bear it the whole time. I Mean yes there’s a political aspect to all of this too. My burglary was my revolution, my revenge, my fuck with fire dare.  Witch leads us to part II, the second part……..

Free as a mother fucken bird i swear

its not often i'm this happy to see a mug shot of my self. But when that mug shots stamped on my papers to get back to the homies. In that case i'm glad to see that hairy drunk staring back at me. after all this anticipation and after dodging all my bad karma i am FREE, of this decaying Kansas town. cheers and ill see all my loved ones back home

Laundry Day

Its been near a year and a half since we went our separate ways. out of the year and a half, a majority of it we haven't been on speaking terms Other than when u said u forgave me for being a let down. i use to find yr old hair pins in the old apartments. These were useful, nothing could clean a pipe better. But each time i scraped around a bowl i though of you. When the law took me away i forfeited all those hair pins to the evidence locker in Douglas county, along with my favorite pair of shoes. then i moved to the awful part of Kansas at first i clung to your love letters, but now I've but them in a drawer that i never have business opening. Out of sight out of mind. I went from thinking of us every single day to not at all unless invoked by a picture or song or TV show. i guess that's the progress i wanted, i didn't care about  moving  on but just to feel like less of a fuck up. So i cruise along in this apathetic state. Until today when i was doing laundry and found one of yr socks still in circulation in my laundry. i knew in an instant it was yours. not a pair, a singular sock of no use to me other than bringing my mind right back to ground zero. Back to all the pain and disappointment, its fucken ridiculous that a piece of foot paraphernalia could evoke any of emotion. whats more ridiculous is how its still floating around in my personal laundry. i guess that's what the suppressed memory of you is, i don't even know those memory's are there until laundry day. 

Some where south of lawrence

Driving the car down the road really gives me a sense of how far away i am from home. if home truly is where the heart is my heart is in south Florida. When kotu and the gang visited me after i got the cancer his photo album was called carry on my way ward son. its time to come home because im done being wayward.  i couldn't be further from home. all this open space, all this oil spilling out of the  hot earth.  im just bored as fuck out here, like Augusta is my own personal prison, I've placed myself in. though i know its no where comparable to the prison  i really do face.i realize i do need a time out from that Lawrence life, but i still even miss that. just another 10 days ill  be down home with some of the best friends i could ask for.
KEH IV

Hip hop observation and call me out if i missed any thing!

10 Bricks-  First verse/chorus: Raekwon Second verse: Cappadonna Third verse: Ghostface Killah Produced by J Dilla

Raekwon- people come to ray asking for brick but because of his studious and the quality they cost a bit more than one would normally be able to procure them for. Because of this the Chef is living large down in Miami till he finds out some one is leaching off his money his hand if forced to drastic measures and has to kill him with a 38 snub in the Bahamas. His mistress was still in new York and after seeing the manner in which her lover she chose to take her own life.

Cappadonna- People get too greedy and then they want more money. Snitches and other undesirables are to disposed up ina quite brutal manner. Even though he is doing these brutal killings federal agents still haven’t the slights clue where he keeps his guns or where he runs his business. His connection is his main strength in the dope game and he met him though his sister who he was having protected intercourse with. Mean while on the street where Cappadonna is running his business he sees two automobiles pull up and two men exit each vehicle. As soon as they do they brandish fire arms and start shooting.

Ghostface Killah- Ghost lights up a blunt to take his mind off the fact that there isent any more crack left to sell except for small rocks. They bag up these rocks. To the point where they are out of the bags are depleted. And at this point he feel very paranoid that the police are watch they’re dealings. So he goes to his Bentley and relocates to the Bronx to find a woman who ill falcate him. Ghost have been doing these sort of things since he was 12 and he got his first pistol. Since acquiring his instinct have been to shoot first and ask questions later 

If you dont know beef ya dont know TITS

NickOvick Kicken ya Dick in

Life is not a garden but still fucken dig it

Spent about 4 hours working on Holloway farms had a great time brought out the i pod and cranked some will Elliot Whitmore and felt like a real farmer.

And The hammer swings high..

And it comes down hard

This is this

If i was a hot chick and had a better camera i would be an artist

Moods of winter

Cooking with Kenny crack

im just learning this new video editing software but it is very bad ass indeed so if things are to vague let me know and ill write up the full recipe for you

 Music by hum

RDC 4 lyfe

It was high school when the Robot Death Crew first banned together. My participation in this group I believe helped save me from the horrors of a disillusioned preparatory school experience. Unlike the students around us we were not overtly wealthy and had at least the idea that beyond these affluent school walls there was a “real world” that was all in all different from the BMW and Mercedes strewn student parking lot. I can’t really recall how exactly the group was formed or how many members it held in its heyday. Most of us were scattered in different grades mine being the second to last generation of the crew.  Unlike most teens of our time we did not have the common ground of music for some of us were punk and hardcore fans whilst others were only into electronic music. This I think worked to our advantage because everyone in the crew leaned an appreciation of the others music and many bands were formed back then and some even exist today. I can however with a distinctness remember that the binding agent in this group was none other than bring ruckus and distraction to all those around us.

 Our dress was part of this ethos even though a strict dress code was enacted upon us we felt the need to push it to its limits. I can remember Trav wearing a skirt one day claiming that it was indeed in the dress code. One thing that all members had in common was the use of aviator style sunglasses both indoors and out. When wearing them in a class room setting often times the instructor would ask us to remove the glasses if they were not prescription. Common response was that I was suffering from “rental alopecia”, and this merited no further inquiries.

 A common theme amongst our pranks and lunch room ruckus was vomiting. This was especially grotesque in the lunch room I can recall with a preciseness Benny P being dared to eat his own regurgitated split pea soup. None of us let alone any of the forced lunch room audience thought he would do it; Benny proved us wrong. These antics often times carried over into the weekends. The whole crew gathered in roads to try and drink a gallon of milk in an hour a feat that to this day I’ve only seen Jack Quack accomplish. The crew was also fond of boxing, and every year we would get together and have rivaled fights. After these matches though everything in the crew returned to a relative calm. It does seem odd that all this was put to an effort to pad me somehow from the cold institution of private school. I still do believe that without the Robot Death Crew 
preparatory school would have been a worse experience

exausting

these last few days have taken a tole on me thank god for tea and good support form Travis. after an all nighter and a early morning we finally got the site live. I'm pretty happy with the graphic Ive turned out and even though i'm very happy with the way that site went it makes me miss home and my homies