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I Dream of Jesus

It was during my 2nd senior year when Mom found Jesus Christ. His spirit was trapped inside an old manischevitz bottle that Mom picked out of the dumpster behind the 7-11. Mom brought the bottle inside and sat it down on top of the TV. Then she told all of us kids to gather round, and then she explained how Jesus lived in the bottle, and how, if she wanted to, she could call him out to do her bidding. Sis said it reminded her of an old TV show, and Mom slapped her and called her a heretic. I didn’t say anything, cause I just still remember the time outside the Safeway, when it took 4 security guards to hold Mom down.

Jesus loves me, yes I know
For the Bible tells me so
When I’m weak he makes me strong
That’s why I sing this song
If I die before I wake
Pray to him my soul don’t take
Jesus loves me, yes I know

It wasn’t long before people from all over the world started coming to our house to see the bottle. At first I thought that this would make me more popular at school. Instead it seemed to have the opposite result. Kids would stop and point at me in the hallway and say, “There’s the boy whose mother keeps our savior cooped up in that tiny little bottle.” And then everybody started calling me ‘Bottle boy’. And that really hurt. It was also around this time that Mom began to attract some really weird followers. Like that guy who never used deodorant and spoke only in riddles. And that woman who collected 19th century hand made Amish swimwear.

Jesus loves me, yes I know
For the Bible tells me so
When I’m weak he makes me strong
That’s why I sing this song
If I die before I wake
Pray to him my soul don’t take
Jesus loves me, yes I know

Mommy she loved Jesus, but not like others did
For she had a special bottle in which our savior lived
Mommy she loved Jesus, but not like others did
For she could unleash His vengeance by unfastening the lid

As the year went on, things went from bad to worse, and I realized that if there wasn’t a big change pretty soon, I’d never be able to get a date for the prom. I couldn’t go the year before because Mom belonged to a church that considered dancing a one way ticket to Hell. But that’s a whole nother story. Anyway, by this point Mom had appeared on the Richard Bey Show, A.M. Philadelphia and Geraldo, so there was no use in me changing schools, since everybody knew who my Mom was. Also we had to spend all the money from Mom’s personal appearances to hire a bodyguard, since by this point we were getting about 400 death threats a day.

Jesus loves me, yes I know
For the Bible tells me so
When I’m weak he makes me strong
That’s why I sing this song
If I die before I wake
Pray to him my soul don’t take
Jesus loves me, yes I know

Then one night, I just couldn’t stand it any more. While everyone else was sleeping I crept downstairs. Slowly I went up to the bottle and began to unfasten the lid. At first, nothing happened. But then the room filled with a thick white smoke. I was glad my sister had taken the batteries out of the smoke detector to put into her Walkman. When the smoke cleared, I found myself face to face with the son of God, who was much shorter than I had expected. He told me that since I’d freed Him, He’d grant me one wish. And that’s how I got to go to the prom with Geena Davis. But you probably already read about that in People.

Jesus loves me, yes I know
For the Bible tells me so
When I’m weak he makes me strong
That’s why I sing this song
If I die before I wake
Pray to him my soul don’t take
Jesus loves me, yes I know

Mommy she loved Jesus, but not like others did
For she had a special bottle in which our savior lived
Mommy she loved Jesus, but not like others did
For she could unleash His vengeance by unfastening the lid
Mommy she loved Jesus, but not like others did
For she had a special bottle in which our savior lived
Mommy she loved Jesus, but not like others did
For she could unleash His vengeance by unfastening the lid

Ring Out (3.28)

Like a morning bell, I am ringing you out
Like the kitchen rags of God, I am wringing you out
Like my voice across the hills, I am ringing you out
I am water on your feet
You are everything to me
You are everything to me
And I am ringing you out

Isaiah 45:23 (3.28)

If my prayer be not humble make it so
In these last hours if the Spirit waits in check help me let it go
And should my suffering double let me never love You less
Let every knee be bent, and every tongue confess

And I won’t get better but someday I’ll be free
'Cause I am not this body that imprisons me

I read the magazines somebody brought
Hold them to my failing eyes until my hands get hot
And when the nurse comes in to change my sheets and clothes
The pain begins to travel, dancing as it goes

And I won’t get better but someday I’ll be free
'Cause I am not this body that imprisons me

If my prayer goes unanswered that’s alright
If my path fills with darkness and there is no sign of light
Let me praise You for the good times, let me hold Your banner high
Until the hills are flattened and the rivers all run dry

And I won’t get better but someday I’ll be free
'Cause I am not this body that imprisons me

"Whenever in my dreams I see the dead, they always appear silent, bothered, strangely depressed, quite unlike their dear, bright selves. I am aware of them, without any astonishment, in surroundings they never visited during their earthly existence, in the house of some friend of mine they never knew. They sit apart, frowning at the floor, as if death were a dark taint, a shameful family secret. It is certainly not then - not in dreams - but when one is wide awake, at moments of robust joy and achievement, on the highest terrace of consciousness, that mortality has a chance to peer beyond its own limits, from the mast, from the past and its castle tower. And although nothing much can be seen through the mist, there is somehow the blissful feeling that one is looking in the right direction."
-Vladimir Nabokov - Speak, Memory

"The Sexiest Elbows in Rock Music"

Concept by JASON NARDUCY
Directed by ROD BLACKHURST

"The Sexiest Elbows in Rock Music"

Concept by JASON NARDUCY
Directed by ROD BLACKHURST

Oh I am, Tumblr. Don’t you worry ;] xoxoxoxoxo hearts4dayzzzzz

Oh I am, Tumblr. Don’t you worry ;] xoxoxoxoxo hearts4dayzzzzz

#mancrushmonday

Cyrus and the Lips

Last month, the Flaming Lips’ Wayne Coyne and Steven Drozd joined Miley Cyrus onstage to perform “Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots Pt. 1,” a collaboration that makes sense when you remember both acts’ love of the bizarre. The bond was strong enough for Coyne and co. to invite Cyrus to perform on their full-album remake of the Beatles’ Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band, on which she sings “Lucy in the Sky With Diamonds.”

Coyne himself broke the news by posting photos of Cyrus in the studio with them in Tulsa, Oklahoma. “Miley in the studio vomiting diamonds while singing Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds!! If you’re a Beatles and John Lennon freak [you’re] gonna love love love this track!! Got Andrew from MGMT too!!!!” he wrote.

One thing is for certain: plenty of weed was involved, with Miley crafting a joint using her very own Bangerz rolling papers.

According to The Future Heart, Cyrus and the Lips (great band name) are also working on original tunes too, but they have yet to announce any official releases.

"I hope I could inspire you guys as much as the Flaming Lips have inspired me and encouraged me to always be myself and to make music because I love it," Cyrus told the crowd when the Lips joined her at Los Angeles’ Staples Center. Speaking of that show to the Tampa Bay Times, Coyne said, "Anybody that does writing, painting, music, anything, they know that the enemy of all that is the desire to be taken seriously. That’s why last weekend we were out with Miley Cyrus, because the idea that you just don’t give (an expletive) is where you get all your power."

VLOG: Spring Break 2014

"In Time / By Morn" - Joey Maltese

And your mom would stick a fork right into daddy’s shoulder,
And dad would throw the garbage all across the floor,
As we would lay and learn what each other’s bodies were for.

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