@ Java the hut

hey so this is the theme to my new song...i just wrote....



maybe ill put the lyrics up later.

so i got my new rk ep, so cool! a day earlier then when its supposed to come out.
i always have respected rk for changing their sound after each album....i think thats important.
finally i got those rarities form their other eps....and some sweet stickers..

heres a song, called beaming..




so there you go. have a good one go buy the ep, get some showbread while youre at it and dont forget to tip your waiters and waitressess.

yes

here is a band i love. they are playing a show to their loyal fans.....maybe not, but. they pull off a wicked show. this



this post isnt very deep...so i'l make it shallow. this post is hot....

happy first day of summer.

the librarian called.
she said im over due for a blog.
so i decided to appease her and let her tension subside, so she could get back to sewing sweaters for her 13 cats...here are some pictures form her blog, knit kitty knit.

here is her knitting



and here is her product being shown by a model.



well i wondered what to right...hmm...well my sister got her last named changed....the wedding was pretty dang the bomb. probably the best wedding ever. the lighting, the sparklers, the beautiful evening, outside. amazing. and i heard there were a couple special guests singing....

well here is a poem i wrote a while back, just something, i dont agree with it, but for some guys this could be true. but before you read it, guys, girls' biggest secret is they have no secrets.....yes that simple.

id like to dedicate this to my sister's new husband, chris
here he is, why yes he is a computer geek--> the arrow is there jsut in case you couldnt find him

red, yellow, orange, white, blue, and green;
the colors of a mystery,
the feminine mind can be so mean,
still i wonder how that Asian dude
does it in under a minute and three,

and id like to leave you with the newest song i have written, still kinda rough draffy but..., i dont mean to offend but, it could.
later gators

i was left in a basket on the front steps

of a catholic church with a careful kiss

by a mother whose tears were no match for the rain

i grew up with a few nuns and a book

life was strict they managed me with a stick and stern look

some beads to save my soul and a mother mary

i still remember it, clearly in my mind, the robed one would

command "get down on your knees,child, recite the rosary"

well i got sick of the religious scene

i broke the night they looked at me and agreed to disagree

it was after mass, they were in a quiet discussion with the munk

when he broke his vows and called me a punk.

so i took off down the corridor

i broke the stoups as i broke through the door

i was covered in holy water, like a spiritual attack

but it was healing to know the rain would cover my tracks.

i still remember the nightmare, the robed one would

command "Get face down,child, recite the prayer"

I woke up in the gutter with the warmth of some pigs

A long haired man cleaned me up and took me to the pub

He drank his pint while I drank my cup

He got some curt answers and I got a glimpse

Of his left arm, it boasted a cross etched in ink

A little odd but it made me think…

Hail mary, hail mary, hail mary, x3

What about….

That night at his show, it seemed wrong

But they were singing a screamo song

Then the tempo shifted to something more subtle

And I couldn’t deny the presence I felt

Hail mary, hail mary, hail mary, what about my savior?

Trinitarian formulas and praying to the saints

Religion bends and to hell purgatory…

I don’t mean to slam Catholicism, but here I am, why do I have to defend

My point of view, with some criticism, its real blunt

Asking what is true, what is real, what matters

Only you, only you, only you….

JOrdman.

The Story Youre About to Read is True, Except the Facts Have Been Changed to Make it More Interesting.....

Hello everyone!

i have some news to make even the most generous human jealous. but first....

when i was young i used to fall asleep with ideas of one day inheriting the golden fedora ... but of course the dream was squashed with a nightmare of shia laboeuf (thats french for beef) becoming the son of indi. i quickly woke up from this nightmare when my dream suddenly grew closer with the humble doings of a mother.(she thieved the king of thieves from his map of golden tokens....)

i was craving some cereal. i looked in the pantry thingy. i grabbed the corn pops. i saw indi staring back at me with iridescent eyes that screamed....hold on....

so i held on....i held on to 4 Kellogg's boxes with the key to my adventure....the golden tokens.
i cracked my whip and swung upstairs and dislodged the tokens, and with a precarious hand i replaced them with bags of sand as not to disturb the temple's booby traps.

as i enjoyed my long awaited victory, i hit a speed bump, .....yes a sleeping police man.....i tripped the hidden stone. so, i ran, i ran like indi ran, i ran like an indian. i ran for an envelope.
it was nothing to worry about, after bumping into some native frenchies, i acquired all i needed to get home.

i got home, and now im patiently waiting for the long "allow 90 days for shipping" to end so i could get my reward, a free search light....yes an indiana jones themed search light....mmhmm.

here it is.


yeah yeah

and the after math....


and my ticket to search lighting..



oh and the music stuff is going good. im writing some stuff, recently about a catholic church and a kid being left there in a basket.

thanks for reading,

love ya mom,

Jordman