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Introducing ME!
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Jul. 29th, 2012 @ 11:22 pm
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(Open to the Est) Guilty Music Pleasures
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Sep. 24th, 2011 @ 04:19 pm
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So I am managing to tour around with Antoine, who isnt nearly as annoying as the band had been on the road and working with the designers on the new collection for next season and while he snores and keeps me awake, I have decided to troll his iPod and discovered my so called cool friend has Erasure and Selena Gomez on it.
And while I figure out how to blackmail his sorry ass, I have decided to throw it to the wolves or those few souls who have the remote interest in anything I have to say.
What's the one guilty musical pleasure that you'd rather die than admit publicly that is on your iPhone, iPod or computer?
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Public to Est
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Sep. 15th, 2011 @ 11:42 pm
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( I have a Pimp Stick )
My two faithful loves ... a fresh hot cup of blood for my caffeine stream and my new stick to spank unsuspecting fangirls for why yes .. I am evil
( Proof Positive )
Pictures don't lie babies *grins* |
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PS: Random
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Sep. 10th, 2011 @ 02:36 pm
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Looking for something earlier, came across this and all I can think of to say about it is that ...
( I miss my hat! ) |
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Greetings from Ibiza
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Sep. 10th, 2011 @ 02:27 pm
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More stamps on my passport, courtesy of friends who have discovered that while I'm on downtime, i'm available to do other things, like DJ and try other things.
The only disadvantage is that I miss my new toy, but the Ducati is in good hands and if I come home to find it smashed in someone's backyard, i'll be cutting a bitch, just sayin.
Antoine's here and we're off to the next gig which means I get to make sure the drum kit's not wrecked up because next to the shiny toy, that kit's my pride and joy. |
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Shannon sits on the floor in the middle of moving boxes and bubble wrap, a fistful of which he had already popped thank you very much and grins a smile of one who has leaped into the unknown and landed on both feet.
He had nothing but time and was rather looking forward to it as he studied the empty space around him, trying to decide on which wall the next unhung painting would go up on.
He could really get used to this not responsible lifestyle.
Aug. 15th, 2011 @ 11:09 am
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Hey Tomo, check it out .. your teachings finally paid off!
( Bow To The Master )
Apr. 22nd, 2011 @ 12:37 am
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| » An email to Tomo |
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Shannon sat cross legged on the bed after coming back from the solo wanderings and contemplated the draft in front of him before leaning back on his hands. Fucking birthdays and making him too thinky at times.
( Dear To Whom It May Concern )
Taking a deep breath, he hit send and went to break it up in the hall.
Mar. 10th, 2011 @ 07:34 pm
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Shannon was up and off of the bus way too early, the snores getting on his nerves.
Checking on his camera and making sure that everything was in its place in the carrying case, he was away before the sun rose. The map programmed into the car's G.P.S had already been set and he had places to be before the sun rose.
While planning the tour, Shannon had heard of Nakhl-Rustaq Loop and the visuals that he had googled stirred something in the photographer's mind's eye. He knew what the boys had thought, that for his birthday he was going to have another mid-life crisis but instead, he would rather have peace and quiet and beauty around him.
As he whittled the day away and realized that he would have to head back, he couldn't help taking a self portrait against the background of the sunset and chuckled quietly to himself, his tour guide long used to the idiosyncrasies of American tourists and musicians.
"Happy birthday to me."
Mar. 10th, 2011 @ 07:04 pm
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Well the sick twisted and did I mention talented brother of mine with help from Barty Cubbins came up with another new video.
Ladies and gentlemen, I present Hurricane
http://www.mtv.com/videos/movies/601478/hurricane.jhtml#id=1518071
Nov. 29th, 2010 @ 10:28 pm
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How does a person go about telling someone who's just as fucked up as the original person that he's missed him and that he fucked up something good when he was entrusted to hold onto it?
Nov. 8th, 2010 @ 04:42 pm
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Where to begin ...
We’ve been on tour, seen the sights and started working on my photography again. It’s not a lot but lately I’ve felt out of sorts. Almost empty in a way if that makes any sort of sense?
We’re working on videos, but that’s part and parcel of being in the riptide of being part of my brother’s world.
That’s it for right now, I’ve got to go get ready for the EMA’s and think about how I can ditch them after the show.
Nov. 7th, 2010 @ 06:41 pm
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Or that you have fallen down the rabbit hole and look to your right and see the man who you're involved with wearing a giant colander on his head complete with little pointy legs?
o.O
ooc: As witnessed by glimpses of Tim and the boys at Rock Am Ring 2010 via youtube: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jc4vt3TWFAQ
Jun. 6th, 2010 @ 05:45 pm
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When I was a little boy, my mother said that Jared was special. When I was little, I thought that meant that he was found in the cabbage patch. Cause he didn't look anything like me.
In my teens, some of the things he'd do ... made me wonder if it didn't mean he was just a little off his rocker.
Young adult, I figured it was that Mom knew of his talents.
Now ... after this, all I can say is I'm pretty sure that it's cause of his love for obscure 80's wrestler "the red rooster"
However, I'm proud to say for once ... *I* am dressed somewhat normally.
May. 24th, 2010 @ 05:44 pm
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players, not pups
[Backdated to April 13th, after this exchange.]
( Such a fucking male pig. )
May. 21st, 2010 @ 03:28 pm
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players, not pups
[Backdated to April 13th, after this exchange.]
Shannon was sitting in the midst of his clutter in the front lounge and wondering what and how this had all come about. He put the laptop down and waited for the other man to come to join him. Drying his palms on his jean clad thighs, the drummer began idly drumming a tune on the armrests of the chair he was in. He really couldn't figure out how it was that he had never really noticed this ... chemistry with Tim before.
( Leave m'goat out of this )
May. 21st, 2010 @ 03:25 pm
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photo is a recent one irl, but however for purposes of game it's being used as a pre-departure from the band!Tomo and Shannon photo.
Shannon really should know better than to read twitter first thing in the morning, especially that one particular group.
Reaching over the side of the bed, he finds his phone and texts a familiar number.
b4 u say anything, I'm not pining!!!
He hits send and then starts a second message
it is a pretty picture though
referring to photo found here: http://tumblr.com/xtma8aj0r
May. 21st, 2010 @ 11:07 am
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(Public to Est)
It's with great reluctance that I inform everyone that I have lost my bike. This is what I get for being in miami and leave my schwinn all by her lonesome.
Having said that and before my brother does an impression of Bret Michaels and collapsing from capslock hemorrhage on Twitter again, if anybody sees it, call me at xxx-xxx-xxxx. I'll think of a suitable reward.
And before anyone asks, I was sober. It's not a case of me being thought than I drunker I am.
(whoever figures out the right order, Starbucks on me!)
Apr. 29th, 2010 @ 01:36 pm
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I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You
I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.
I love you only because it's you the one I love;
I hate you deeply, and hating you
Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you
Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.
Maybe January light will consume
My heart with its cruel
Ray, stealing my key to true calm.
In this part of the story I am the one who dies,
the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,
Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood.
The book closes with a slam and a shove off of the bed that would not go amiss if the participant of abuse towards an inanimate object was 2 instead of a man of Shannon's age.
The tour has for the most part been going well, Jared was off doing god knows what to some unsuspecting tour member and Shannon was having the world's worst case of needing to do something and not knowing what he wanted to do.
He had gone touring around the city, stopping in at a bookstore and deciding to come out with this book of poems and a couple of odds and ends to add to his art collection for he had also purchased a new pair of white sneakers to mess around with.
Apr. 8th, 2010 @ 09:32 am
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Shannon sits in his hotel room, the curtains wide open to allow him to see the city at night. His chin is to his knees, his arms around his legs as he tries to concentrate on just what it is that is driving him around the bend. It’s not the tour, he’s enjoying it immensely. Thanking god or whoever the patron saint is for wayward dysfunctional bands for sending Matt out to them under the pretence of his intention to come work out whatever fucking demons he and Jared still have.
He’s showered and changed his clothes, he’s worked out on the drums at the location while the crew set up for the gig, he’s photographed a little bit and yet Shannon feels wrong.
Going for his phone, Shannon checks his emails and comes across the email that Tomo had sent him for his birthday and it’s as he reads that it hits him why he feels so weird.
Tomo should be here.
They were in Croatia, this was his homeland. God only knew how they had joked about him coming home as a rock star and a famous one at that. Shannon had wrangled a promise out of the other man that he would show him things that he had seen growing up before the family had come to America.
Now they were here and he was back home in the states.
This was just wrong.
Mar. 23rd, 2010 @ 09:42 am
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