June 2009
1 post
WatchA sample of some of my music, my remixes, and demos of my club mixes..Enjoy!
May 2009
1 post
Zeki aka. DJ Tech_Wreck Interview w/ Co-Owner of...
DAC: What influences do you feel helped you start your career and are they the same ones that actually are still influencing you today. DJTW: I was mainly influenced by the love of techno music. At the time I started I was a rocker, loved all things metal. But I soon realized the great repetition in most rock songs. To me it started to sound like all rock songs were the same basic beat with only...
April 2009
5 posts
“Life Sucks, Shit Happens, ,STFU, Grow Up And Be An Adult”
– Myself
F**K*** Impossible
Years had passed. At 20, I had traveled the world three times; and seen the severed prose of oceans, persuading mistresses aboard our vessels, our strengthened slavery. We were the storms, and silence; the pairing of twin blue particles and stardust. For your entertainment, we had bled, nocturnal and light, white and red We, the chosen ones, had become the distractive festivity for the...
Owners
So by my last recollection when kids are young and they start dating it’s typical to put ”(Insert Name Here) Owns” as captions on photos and sometimes by all measures all the photos. Thats great, I know it’s pointless and this is mindless ranting but it’s my damned blog so STFU if you don’t like it don’t read it. Anyways back to my point. It’s...
In Wonderland
In through the outer door; from stone to subtleness, and the gentle rain of flickering lights between the glows of lost parcels. A solemn, lonely sea of crying angels on jaded moonlight petals. The middle door of time and space, like soft whimpers within shadows, beheld me now, and as I slowly passed through it, I began to feel the connection of nameless colors and echoes. Barren. Soft....
Circle
Monsters were real here. I could hear them, and smell them for the first time. It was like sweet perfume and impending icicles; so delicately it seemed, they had pulled me into their world, like an innocence stolen, raped, and pillaged. There was darkness all around me, with slightly dancing light from wariness; caressing the dripping sounds of water falling. I opened my eyes a little more,...
March 2009
14 posts
The Dream
It is the mid of October, long ago, and my eyes pierce the lifeless shadows of the hovering clouds; grey and bewilderingly lustful in their solemn intentions. It was dark that evening. Very strange that it would seem to become of us that light had died, the closer I became to home. I am 10, in a world not quite like your own.we have two moons, and dust that secretes from the sky like the tears...
Unite
I dreamt that I had dream. Or was it real? Had this all been.real? Time circles over the two of us, like weeping stardust falling gently to the ground. For in solemn sheets of lonely whispers, they dare not touch each other. Now, I dwell here. Surrounded by a prison of my own accord, it is my own self-inflicted punishment. The angels do not sing for me here, and their voices are only a distant cry...
“you’ve been having enough issues lately, I’m tired of stuff like...”
– Stormie Moore in and Instant Message to Me.
Angry!!!
Soo today I recieved a check in the mail for $100.00 and I’m pissed. Most people would be happy to get a check for 100 bucks but not me! I’m not happy because it was a refund, a refund on my college application. I’ve worked soo hard and done everything in my power to try to get accepted and all they do is send my money back. They sent it back because I failed to drive to...
Soo Basically...
Right when Stormie and I seem to be doing well with our relationship I wrecked my car, which in turn takes away the only solution we had. We were just able to be able to see each other which was the issue *not seeing each other* annnd now, I can’t effin drive anymore. Some dickhead backed straight into my car with his massive ass truck. It only crushed my fender but I don’t have the...
Dunno what to do anymore!
Today I didn’t sleep…again. I stayed up late staring at a blank page in my journal, asking myself what to write. Waited until the house was empty this morning, went to the top of my closet and pulled out my box of keepsakes from all my past loves…as I read through the letters and smelled the perfumes of the items I sat on the floor with my back to the wall and cried my morning...
