VIOLINIST EXTRAORDINAIRE "ELIZABETH QUINN" WILL PERFORM ON NoaH's DYSFUNKCHANNEL ALBUM, SLATED FOR A 2010 RELEASE!!

The Synchronic Team is now pleased to welcome Violin/Pianist extraordinaire Elizabeth Quinn. She was chosen by Synchronic, not just because of her locality, and nativity to illinois. But for her extreme experience and talent with this beloved instrument, and her love for music. 

We are pleased to welcome this wonderful Lady of Music into the fold. It will surely be an album well worth the wait. 

WHAT A FOOL BELIEVES

         What a fool believes! A well coordinated, composed music and lyrical masterpiece, which described the sufferings of a broken hearted man longing for the return of something that can never be fulfilled again. He foolishly discovers that, throughout the long years they shared, he was the only one believing in their love. While the vainglorious woman, shallow, narcissistic, egoistically wrapped in herself, bothered not to reciprocate these same feelings. Deadening the relationship over time. 

I understand the moral center-piece of Michael Mcdonald's and Kenny Loggins' Doobie Brothers Grammy winning 1979 hit. It is a song of disheartening despair. A longing for something that is not seen. A yearning for a love long gone, but still idle. Hoping, in vain, that one day this former life shall return. It is a sad song, if you listen to it's words, and understand the true meaning. It is a song enveloped in the feeling of the time whence it was created. But the feeling, and meaning still hold true for any and all who take these lyrics and the message of this tune to heart.

Listen to a live version of this magnificent, troubling song by clicking the main title.

NEW TOY STORY 3 TRAILER!!

THE GANG IS BACK!! And the emotional stakes attributed to Andy's exit to college becomes a hysterical effort to survive being sold in a garage sale, or worse. It seems, from the scenes in the trailer, that these toys are placed in a daycare center to endure the harsh treatment of children ecstatic they have new toys. 

Boy, is this gonna be a roller coaster ride. 

Toy Story 3 is slated for a JUNE 13th, 2010 release: IN 3D

Click on the Link to observe the trailer!!

WOOHOO~~~

The Cure - High

I love Robert Smith! Reminds me of good times.


I was once enervated in animus of The Cure, preceding "epiclimatically" Marianne.

Now I hearten my mind with this group.

Happy Birthday To What??

Today is the birthday of a fallen leaf. 

Blown away from the comfort of her home yesteryear

That stripped the love from our healthy tree

I ponder silently with pain from my heart

If love was such a winner, then why depart?

Given what was once a symphony

Now is an obstreperous scream of infidelity 

Happy Birthday To What?

For what was my song from the beginning?

Now staring, sighing at the hour glass

timing the ending

Happy Birthday 2 What??

October 11th is Her Date

Live it!

STAR WARS: IN CONCERT. @THE UNITED CENTER.

I will be attending Star Wars: In Concert , Godwilling, December 6th!

I promised little Melissa I would take her as well.

Oh, and I am buying tickets Oct 17: Godwilling!

This vibrant ensemble, along with the imaging spectacle, extracted from sceneric events in each episode, will illuminate this "highly anticipated" presentation.

Hence, manifesting a smile that I, and the audience in attendance, will indubitably preserve.

I look forward to this, Godwilling!!

I'm aiming for the mid seating.

And pray that tickets available will not be relegated to the far Dark-Side.

To check out the trailer, click on the title linked, above.

NEW TRAILER!! NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET 2010

My Dream Bathroom!

Beautiful washroom! Read the article by clicking on me.

I Shall Miss The Comfort Of This Home.

Exsanguination exsiccates my sense of standing, granulated by these fervent images emanating before me. Never, in a quintillion sand bottles, strewn amiss a battlefield, would I sever my love for this temple. A view from mine own heart permeates a lackluster of disdainment bedraggled by loss. This home is my beatitude, blissfully wrapped and protected: as if held in the womb, or confines, of a woman's belly. My existence, concerning solicitude, within these old, (well aged walls) reveals an outward devotion to it's solemnity, and integrity.

I find no calm in the storm to come.

Semblance, and her book, replete with bright autumn memories subsumes me. I am mesmerized! Observing the lambent luminosity our bright white, yellow star exudes upon this place. The beautiful wooden oak flooring has seen aplenty owners, throughout her life. But only one, these past six years, has kissed the coating (protecting the layer of wood): attenuating the suns rays, and ironically emanating its solar energy. As if photosynthetically giving it life.

Vital to my sanity.

I shall long for, in time, the possessions that held me.

Momentarily, and possibly forever I am a greek tragedy in myth. Like Actaeon the Hunter! Converted to a stag and hence slain by the very hounds he breath: all for eyeing the nakedness of Artemis.

I have gazed upon the barren, disrobed tent, of my domicilic domain. And the very soothing degree of pain that passions me dismally, is it's inevitable loss to a forclosed time.

All is lost! But I will rebuild. I shall return. And Spike shall run these very walls again.

I promise!!

My Favorite Season

     I Love Autumn!!

Teen attacked by Gorilla Police Officer. For Not Tucking In His Shirt

Check out the story by clicking on the title above.

Or watch the Vid.

This is a great example of why "some cops" get their asses shot!

If that cop performed that move on me. I would've fucked his burly ass up.

Some Police Officers are brutal, dumb, and corrupt.

That Dolton Police Officer is a fat jizz with donuts stuck between his hairy smelly ass.

The Shithead.

Go fetch a drug dealer, or murderer, you pathetic unethical cowardly DOLT!!

I hope the kid sues, and gets millions. Misuse your dollars to spearhead some rap label.

Hence pissing in your face and pissing you off.

HA!!

Mr. Num Nums, SPIKE!

I love this cat! He was first given to Marianne & Me, in February of 2004, by my best friend Albert Pena. He was a baby then. And now he is a wise unselfish cat. Always willing to extend a gregarious paw to others: never thinking of himself in return.

I promised him I would never abandon him. I have never abandoned anyone. And as much evil that I have wrought upon him, and his deceased sibling, Faye, I pledge my obedience in servitude to his awesome presence.

He is of the Feline Race. He is a Cat! And he is Mine! Forever to roam the dreaded ground of this earthly rock: and forever peaking out the window, by the door. Seeking the return of the one being that he truly loves.

He misses her!!

I witness this expression in his eyes, as he moves silently, and cautiously towards me, in the moment. Pushing my hands to comfort his soft and smooth coating of fur.

As he cries in the nighttime, watching him seek solace, or dignity in retrospect, of what remains of the few clothing she mistakenly left behind, I become emotional (NOT CRYING! Um??). Sleeping on each as if it was truly her. Hmph! He loves me! He understands, now, that I would never back stab him. To hence turn my back, and walk away, as if he meant little to me.

I may be cruel, but I am not this evil. Well, maybe just a bit evil!

He has his little friends, Scrappy, and Spunky to keep him company. I wonder, if, at times, he seeks out the playful buddy that has shared the same bowl, and ran the same wooden floors with him: Scooter??

I know now, through intuition that Scooter was given to her niece, while still in a moment of pathological lying. She made me look desperately for this cat! I even spotted a Tabby draped with an orange flavouric coating as Scooter. I had my doubts concerning his sudden disappearance. She could not deceive me fully.

Spike misses her. She left him without a ray of hope. This family was not to break, but she made the first move and I sure as hell will make the last. Spike didn't deserve this. And for this I shall seek my vengeance, in time. For he is loved by many. And many see him as not a pet, but as Spike.

I'm not specifically preaching "She Didn't Love Spike". But what she did could have easily been handled more maturely, than up and high tailing it to New York, or wherever the hell she is.

My Mr Num Nums, SPIKE, I Love U!! We All Love You!

Where Is Charles Bronsons "DeathWish" Character When We Need Him?

So worried about the bid for the Chicago Olympics, that Chicago Mayor Daley, Talk Show over the Host, (Billionaire) Oprah, and U.S President Obama, missed the emotional totality of Darrion Alberts violent death: at the hands of some ghetto-fied, dumb ass, nigganomic cowards.

These brawly, dirty, brightless felons pummeled this poor teen with a 2x4, and stomped his face repeatedly.

I AM ONE FOR THE DEATH PENALTY. AND THESE DUMBASS BROTHAS DESERVE IT.

Most Horrific is the verbal expression sighed, in laughter, by the male filming this footage. He is constantly jabbing, hysterically, at this over-sized mindless and savage-lusting bout.

The teens that witnessed this first hand refuse, in fright of retaliatory reasons, to cooperate with the cops. Because of a stupid code of silence flooding the young minds of the ghetto, termed "SNITCH!"

Give me a damn break and stop drinking the Kool-Aid.

No murders are ever solved in these regions. Because most refuse based on fear. There is nothing good in the hood. Most descent hard working individuals want nothing more than to move away from the confines of this hogwash. Caucasians, Asians, Hispanics, and even African Americans find this repulsing and hence gain blind stereotypical views, in fear, of blacks in generality.

What is to become of these freaks of nature? At most? A 25 to life prison sentence. I hope they get the Death Penalty!! I would love to witness these mongrels sobbing disdainfully, weeping in terror from their new 12x10 cell. Housed with the roughest of the ridiculous.

If Charles Brosnon was around as his character, Paul Kersey, from DeathWish, the Chicago streets would be a bit different. Those bad ass teens would have been beaten with a bag full of quarters fresh from the Currency Exchange. And whipped up and down the street.

This is a scene dealing with Car mugs from Death Wish III

People, this is the Death of Commonality With Sense in Man.

Apples Iphone? or Google's Android? You Decide. I want both!

Check this clip of the new Google Android 1.6


Then try out the specs on the Iphone. http://www.apple.com/iphone/specs.html

Which is more techno-fabbed for the digital gadget geek at heart?

A smile wiped away!!!

Life uncoils like a double helixed strand of Deoxyribonucleic Acid. And when unwound, we see the complex intricacies of a phosphorous, sugar base pairing: linked by weak hydrogen bonds and the complexities in code. A smile was wiped away today. Yes, I am to blame for this jaded repeat in mortifying of her soul: Sadly it is a montage of grief and ill-despair.

What trickles the belly of the mind, when convinced that chaos is but a "fuckhead" calling the shots in rapid succession? Do we stare, blindly, dumbfounded by this new idea? As valiant as her heart beats it struggles for common sense in a world without laughter. Situating her breast for a roller coaster beat-down, predetermined to spoil the taste of serenity in her futile and effortless ways to comprehend me.

No one can break me down in a complete sentence. Maybe one word. But I dare not state.

It's a derogatory derivative inebriated for disaster.

I drink Water, and you drink........Kool-Aid! Symmetry is the evil twin of Chaos. And asymmetry is the God of Logic.

Love is neither said to exist nor exist without love. What goes up must come down. Unless the downward gravitational pull of this rotating globe suddenly ceased its workings.

A smile was wiped away to day, and yes I did it.

Yay!! I'm an Asshole!!

I Am Sick And Tired Of Being Sick And Tired

People are so fake!

I hate people who say one thing, and then do another!

I hate people that can't stick with one man, or woman:
And fucks another.

Excuse: "Financially, and emotionally broken".

I hate the crybaby!!

I hate the unintelligent cynical assholes!

And I hate the so called beautiful people.

This world is full of liars, and thieves of the heart.

Some women are jackals and snakes.
And their parents are two faced bitches.

With no attitude to save their old asses.

If I had a shotgun for each lie, someone would be screaming,
"AAGHH, DON'T SHOOT!!!!!"

But I am not these things. I am him without a face!

For I am NoaH!

You are not. You never shall, and will be.

Your life is aruined, and yet the blame is placed on me.

How pathetic!

I hate being lied to, in the most dumbest reasons.

My friends, the end of the world will come. And all shall be judged.

But since I have a complete premonition of where I am going.

I say.......... let the judging begin.

Who wants pie??

JAIME FOXX, DRAKE, THE DREAM, & KANYE: DIGITAL GIRL

Wished I had a Digital Girl like dat!!!

CONSERVATIVES ARE ALWAYS READY TO DISS NEW HEALTH BILL COST

It seems the new health cost, cut to preserve the deficit, has relaxed the minds of the liberal "go lucky" Democrats. But inevitably have (most GOP Politicians) still clamoring the back fields of the south. Looking in desperation and earnest for an exclusive exit to rebuking the new cost.

A cost that should insure some 97% of American citizens.

Moses parted the sea. Jesus rose from the grave. Why can't these two parties work in by-partisan? As Nite owl once asked, in desperation to the anarchy that overwhelmed the city of New York in Alan Moore's WATCHMEN, "What ever happened to the American Dream?", and The Comedian, satirically replied with, "It came true!! YA LOOKIN AT IT!"

GOD HELP US ALL!! Where are the Independents?

Toy Soldiers

I find it irrelevant to blog. But what the hell!!  My year has been a sequence of major disasters, contributed by false value in others, and their devilish lives. 

Right now, I lead, a pack of fools to the sea. In desperation to learn the weakness of my prey. I preach to an endless void of irate figures dancing in the dark halls of my mind: As if yearning in angst that one may cry "Hallelujah" and join my speechless fold.

Nothing hurts more than the trappings of a woman gone bad.

As the song goes "We All Fall Down. Like Toy Soldiers."