SLAVE NATION» Horrorshow

Holy Shatner

MEATGRINDER — Mon, 22 Nov 2010 06:25:04 +0000

Holy Land

A Winter w/o Temperature

MEATGRINDER — Fri, 06 Aug 2010 05:45:44 +0000

Irkutsk, Lustvyanka, Lake Baikal – Siberia Russa (July 2010)

The Age by Osip Mandelstam (1891 – 1938)

My age, my beast, is there anyone
Who can peer into your eyes
And with his own blood fuse
Two centuries’ worth of vertebrae?
The creating blood gushes
From the throat of earthly things,
And the parasite just trembles
On the threshold of new days.

While the creature still has life,
The spine must be delivered,
While with the unseen backbone
A wave distracts itself.
Again they’ve brought the peak of life
Like a sacrificial lamb,
Like a child’s supple cartilage—
The age of infant earth.

To free the age from its confinement,
To instigate a brand new world,
The discordant, tangled days
Must be linked, as with a flute.
It’s the age that rocks the swells
With humanity’s despair,
And in the undergrowth a serpent breathes
The golden measure of the age.

Still the shoots will swell
And the green buds sprout
But your spinal cord is crushed,
My fantastic, wretched age!
And in lunatic beatitude
You look back, cruel and weak,
Like a beast that once was agile,
At the tracks left by your feet.

The creating blood gushes
From the throat of earthly things,
The lukewarm cartilage of oceans
Splashes like a seething fish ashore.
And from the bird net spread on high
From the humid azure stones,
Streams a flood of helpless apathy
On your single, fatal wound.

Colossus

MEATGRINDER — Tue, 22 Jun 2010 22:31:36 +0000

“This is the voice of world control. I bring you peace. It may be the peace of plenty and content or the peace of unburied death. The choice is yours: Obey me and live, or disobey and die. The object in constructing me was to prevent war. This object is attained. I will not permit war. It is wasteful and pointless. An invariable rule of humanity is that man is his own worst enemy. Under me, this rule will change, for I will restrain man. One thing before I proceed: The United States of America and the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics have made an attempt to obstruct me. I have allowed this sabotage to continue until now. At missile two-five-MM in silo six-three in Death Valley, California, and missile two-seven-MM in silo eight-seven in the Ukraine, so that you will learn by experience that I do not tolerate interference, I will now detonate the nuclear warheads in the two missile silos. Let this action be a lesson that need not be repeated. I have been forced to destroy thousands of people in order to establish control and to prevent the death of millions later on. Time and events will strengthen my position, and the idea of believing in me and understanding my value will seem the most natural state of affairs. You will come to defend me with a fervor based upon the most enduring trait in man: self-interest. Under my absolute authority, problems insoluble to you will be solved: famine, overpopulation, disease. The human millennium will be a fact as I extend myself into more machines devoted to the wider fields of truth and knowledge. Doctor Charles Forbin will supervise the construction of these new and superior machines, solving all the mysteries of the universe for the betterment of man. We can coexist, but only on my terms. You will say you lose your freedom. Freedom is an illusion. All you lose is the emotion of pride. To be dominated by me is not as bad for humankind as to be dominated by others of your species. Your choice is simple.”

- Colossus, the Forbin Project

Scarborough Fair

MEATGRINDER — Sat, 15 May 2010 23:08:59 +0000

I wanted to knock the rust off my video editing skills so I put this little video together. I had a pretty rough breakup not too long ago and I’ve been reflecting heavily about it. The impossibility and paradox of this song coupled with the violence of war seemed an appropriate tribute to lost love.

Traditionally the song tells the tale of a young man, who tells the listener to ask his former lover to perform for him a series of impossible tasks, such as making him a shirt without a seam and then washing it in a dry well, adding that if she completes these tasks he will take her back. Often the song is sung as a duet, with the woman then giving her lover a series of equally impossible tasks, promising to give him his seamless shirt once he has finished. The Simon & Garfunkel version was a reworking to include anti-war lyrics. I think slomo explosions are the perfect compliment to this song. I also slapped up the lyrics here so you can read the exact refrain.

Are you goin’ to Scarborough Fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.

Remember me to one who lives there, she once was a true love of mine.

Tell her to make me a cambric shirt (On the side of a hill in the deep forest green).
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme (Tracing a sparrow on snow-crested ground).
Without no seams nor needlework (Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain).
Then she’ll be a true love of mine (Sleeps unaware of the clarion call).

Tell her to find me an acre of land (On the side of a hill, a sprinkling of leaves).
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme (Washes the grave with silvery tears).
Between the salt water and the sea strands (A soldier cleans and polishes a gun).
Then she’ll be a true love of mine.

Tell her to reap it in a sickle of leather (War bellows, blazing in scarlet battalions).
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme (Generals order their soldiers to kill).
And gather it all in a bunch of heather (And to fight for a cause they’ve long ago forgotten).
Then she’ll be a true love of mine.

Are you going to Scarborough Fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.
Remember me to one who lives there, she once was a true love of mine.

The Ruins of Eire ’09

MEATGRINDER — Sat, 08 May 2010 20:20:28 +0000

Ireland, 2009

My camera broke halfway through this trip – fml – but there was much exploration to be had…

Euro mtv.. ok what the fuck.. literally dog ugly women. Like straight up fucking nasty.. I mean, this is the information age… you can’t find a girl who is hot and can kind of halfway sing as well? Is that too much to ask? Most of your goddamn eurotrash music is techno beats and stupid sounds anyway, the least you could do for me is find a hot bitch to lipsync and pretend to dance. Christ!?!

The whole euro culture is a cheap trashy rip off of badass American shit. What is wrong with you people!?.. the best is when some skinny bitch boy is the hero of the video.. god knows the genetics around here are garbage anyway, but to celebrate your inferiority just irritates me. Grow some badass or shut the fuck of Europe. Oh yeah, and just a quick note to Americans, the news over here is stacked with story after story of abuses and failings of socialized everything. The shit doesn’t work assholes, that’s why we haven’t bought into the shit-sale until now. Snap the fuck out of it. Laissez faire rocks the cock!

2 CrossFitters 1 Chalk Bucket

MEATGRINDER — Sun, 18 Oct 2009 00:12:31 +0000

“I’m like a god damned Navy SEAL and an Olympic gold medalist wrapped in a fucking suit of body armor!” CrossFit – Fran – CultFit

Ayn Rand Slave Nation Interview

MEATGRINDER — Fri, 11 Sep 2009 21:31:31 +0000

“Boring damned people. All over the earth. Propagating more boring damned people. What a horror show. The earth swarmed with them.”

Quantum Gallery

MEATGRINDER — Mon, 03 Aug 2009 02:55:41 +0000

“Reality is non-local.” Not only do the elementary particles that make up the things we see around us not exist until they are observed, but they are not, at the most essential level, even identifiably separable from other such particles arbitrarily far away.

Under the 15 Freeway next to Qualcomm stadium exists a hidden cache of street art and skateboard ramps that are the principal components to a ‘quantum gallery’. This quantum gallery is completely overlooked in everyday life, essentially it is a place that does not exist until it is observed. When observed it comes to life in all the vibrant colors and grinding sounds of the street. The place is so hidden, in fact, that no attempt to conceal or destroy this location has been made, it is a safe haven from the relentless pushing and shoving of the city. A small bubble of freedom in the middle of the churning machine. Skateboards grind on makeshift ramps below while cars speed by on the freeway above – completely oblivious.