Category Archives: Writings

Anthony: Anti Music

Much like anti-rap, just musically void of any basic structural rhythms that would come to be expected of basic genres or its sub counterparts. Kamikaze was an invention of multitudes of genres, just tired pop culture bullshit. The world as we see it here at Beacon Meadows view it as recycled laughable garbage. All of these genres, all running out of material and now interweaving, are all creating sounds that have become quite mundane and ultimately mind-numbing.

So with that, we will invent the wheel once again to help music progress as a whole through the ages keeping that wheel spinning. So while adhering to the many truths that await us in our personal lives, a listener will be able to relate with us in our messages that will make a person self-aware in their own lives as well. Much like a bible, this is just an outline for anyone that isn’t a believer. Although we do include an additional twist of humor, we hope to entertain as well.

Something has to change and Kamikaze will hopefully certainly set that little popularity contest on fucking fire. Nothing is sacred here so “if you get offended, well then maybe you needed to be offended” as Suicidal Tendencies once stated. Additionally with that, as quoted by the amazing artist and acidic singer known as Dax Riggs, “Say good night to the world.” Well, your world of musical repetitiveness anyways. Sit back and enjoy something entirely new. Take our hand into a new creative approach for the new worlds listening pleasures and good night!

Scott Cooke: Haikus 2

So i never knew
I will have to Google it
For my rebuttal

So yeah, good for you…
For having a mop down there,
You win this haiku

Got me mystified
With your sequential haikus
And I’m lovin’ it

Time to celebrate
Some imperialism
Conquer all turkey

At hobby lobby
Kinda wanna make a drone
That will shoot your dog

Start the year anew
With a fresh and sweet haiku
Internet kisses

Got som protein bars
Goin to get big and swol
Maybe tomorrow

Nightmare at Big Lots
Half off Velveeta cheese blocks
Oprah magazines

“This is a man’s world!
But it wouldn’t be nothin,
Without a woman….”

Worst feeling ever?
blue porta – potty back splash
With no more T.P.

playin neopets
found som giant omelette
made from meerca neggs

goddammit boss im worth more
than what you pay me…

Doc Cromp: Haikus 5

Hello there, you guys!
It sure has been a good bit.
Welp, it has been fun!

I was only twelve.
Today is thirteen years, dad.
Never easier.

I passed my test, dad.
You wouldn’t be proud of me.
Couldn’t fit your shoes.

Broke and lonely, still.
Time to reevaluate.
I: Disappointment.

Sorry for that post.
Had to get it off my chest.
Welp, time for coffee.

Red as the devil.
My third eye shines all so bright.
Open perception.

God listens to you.
Only if you are Slayer.
All others bow down.

Happy Genocide!
Give thanks for what, you may say.
Indian Larry.

Why are we all sheep?
Who are you to judge me, prick?!
You must be new here.

Hate is an emotion.
You bastards have no idea.
Live for the bad times.

Thank heck and above!
The ancient druggon slayer.
Death, he will forsee.

Rape whistle, she blew.
The last remaining harlot.
Clothes are fau paux.

Chego: Superbowl Rant

Lame ass Super Bowl, I don’t watch football anyway why would I watch one game that don’t even have teams I like in it. ……what’s funny is most of you don’t watch football either but are posting something bout “your team” getting that touchdown and “yay seahawks” when in reality you like the redskins and never watch football anyway. What are you doing guys being plastic to impress your friends. Feeling left out so you have to be part of a Superbowl to have a social life. ……. Lame

Try asking your friends to come do something you like that they don’t. See if they are so quick to come to your kids Super Bowl party as you were to go to theirs (probably for the drinks and food and drugs). See if they show the same excitement you did when their team scored if your kid scores. No it don’t happen like that. People are fake and just so lame. I just don’t understand why you don’t watch football all year and then the Super Bowl comes and you’re so excited about a Superbowl party and you absolutely have to see them play…… Hahaha you don’t even know the rules of the game fake ass. Uggggh. Whatever. I DO HOPE EVERYONE ENJOYED THE GAME, FOOTBALL FANS AND FOOTBALL FAKES. I was busy NOT WATCHING the superbowl. Hee hee :)

Scott Cooke: Haikus

F*** it’s time for work
I am going to be late
Just one more haiku…

So you have problems
Try to look beyond the sky
God we are so small

Plush dice Pontiac
Catalytic converter
Nineteen eighty five

I am the fire
Hotter than the Gaza Strip
Call me the machine

Just like the old days
Cowboys vs the Indians
Does anyone win?

Profits before the people
Got a better plan?

You like pokemon
I like pokemon also
Gotta catch them all

This goes to the bugs
Please try to stop biting me
It is just not nice

Listen here lady
Shave your armpits and your legs
Maybe then we’ll date…

I have a say too
On the lady I will choose
Don’t want a furball

Well its not that deep
And it’s two thousand fourteen
I am loving this

Shame. You’re just my type.
You look like a pokemon
Maybe next time bae

Vincent Brisotti: Is Love A Drug?

I’m not sure how I always wind up back in this position. I’ve seen this same situation displayed through out the process of addiction to hard drugs like heroin. A true drug addict isn’t a person who does drugs, a true drug addict is a person that completely destroys their life using, until they actually hate who they’ve become so they finally get sober; and then later use again knowing the consequence.

Is love a drug?

Can you be addicted to a person?

If something that brings you joy, but also makes you miserable is the idea of an addict, do I have an addiction? I’ve climbed out of this hole so many times I can do it with my eyes closed, but why do I keep falling back in? Why haven’t I built a fence, mote, barricade, forcefield, wall, barrier around this hole to prevent me from falling into this incredibly deep, dark, place? Do I actually enjoy the misery? Its been so long, and so many things have changed. I’ve had amazing adventures, and have produced a pretty good life for myself, but why isn’t that enough?

Why do you have to be the only thing that matters?

The only thing that can complete me.

Doc Cromp: Haikus 4

Doc Cromp: Haikus 4

“Why so serious?”
Damnit, I hate that movie.
Why so, overdose?

Hell is just a dream.
One for the sad and desperate.
Live like you’re in Hell.

OK Cupid girl.
I can see you feet. For real?
Pic is now flagged.

Jugga_licious. Fuck.
Can anything else be said?

Naruto Ramen.
Did you mean to serve me glass?
Free beer don’t suffice.

Dabbin’ at work, tho.
Might be the last of me here.
Choose weed over work.

They took my tooth out.
Holy fuck, does this thing hurt!
Bullet Tooth Tony

Stood up again, son.
Done letting bitches phase me.
On to the next one.

Good question, broham.
They are all one in the same.
Bitches is bitches.

Bored as all hell, here.
Why is it I can’t crank down?
Oh, right… Illegal.

There are not but one.
Man and Womankind will fall.
Here comes a new dawn.

The apes have horses.
What kinda bullshit is that?
Now these guys got guns!

Doc Cromp: Chapter 1.1


Today. Today was supposed to be the day. Turns out it’s just any other day, because today, was not the day. The wind blows the flowers from the trees lining Washington Square. Today was going to be the day. It’s a shame what this city’s done to me. When they started slipping, I thought I could dig my way out, but the panic was too pure. I see these kids in their cap and gowns, and all I yearn for is a Remington 30-6 and about a dozen or so shells.

Today. Today was supposed to be my day.

Doc Cromp: Haikus 3

Jack Daniels, you punk!
Taste like way too loose butthole.
Domestic Dispute.

Someone called me out.
It’s all in good fun, lil sis.
Still more likes than you.

Boring day at work.
Thank the lord I got my vape.
Wax on wax on wax.

Chris Novaselik
Kurt Cobain and David Grohl
Who let Pat Smear in?

All Cops Are Bastards.
Revoke their right to party.
No retirement.

Guava, off the tree.
Tequila potentially.
Tasty fucking drink.

Day off finally.
Taking my food handlers.
Should just call this work.

Lost my phone last night.
Mogwai was well worth it though.
Last haiku for now.

Having lost my phone
had to buy a pornog mag
I : Neanderthal

Fresh out of smokes.
Just had to pay my rent.
Guess no food for me.

I lost my G pen.
What to do with all this wax?
Knife hits, here I come.

This is a haiku.
It is about Godzilla.
Big fucking lizard.

Doc Cromp: Haikus 2

Who let the dog, out?
Was it you, you, you, you, you?
Seriously, dog.

Can’t you tell yet, kids?
All my replys are Haikus.
Mile a minute mind.

Makers Mark? Yes, please.
Double, hold the rocks, thank you.
Gentleman drink this.

Where are my pants, mate?
Aww, fuck it. Who really cares?
Not I, said the fly.

White people are great.
Said no other ethnic guy
Never, ever, bro.

Goddamn, right you are.
Chump, is what I feel like, Holmes.
Boot my black ass too.

Raisin Bran Stoker.
Dietary Dracula.
Prunes from here on out.

Abort the new prince.
He will surely burn in hell.
Good Goddamn riddance.

I don’t like hard eggs.
Medium is still too hard.
Eggs eggs eggs eggs eggs.

I hear the French smell.
But, boy do I sure like crepes.

Sorry kids, we are here.
Start learning to accept it.
You will fall in line.

Dave Matthews Band Blows.
Pretty ladies seem to like.
Drown them in a tub.

MAN3: Haikus

She’s so goddamn cool
I want to steal her away
And make her my girl

Beautiful woman
I just want her to be close
She’s so far away

Come home already
You’d be so much happier
In my arms tonight

I want to hold her
Make all the pain go away
And say its alright

She makes my face hurt
From all the smiling I do
But its so worth it

Hopeless romantic
I’ve been burned so many times
I should know better

There were three Beatles
After 1966
Paul really is dead

Its time to wake up
Already had my breakfast
Now lets cut some lawns

Days of happiness
With moments of loneliness
But hey, that’s my life

The drunken stupor
Excuses smoking crack rocks
Rob Ford for mayor!

Lived in Canada
Spent nine months a year inside
So bring the heat on

Haven’t smoked in days
Next time I’m able to blaze
I’m gonna be ripped

Doc Cromp: Haikus

Get over yourself.
Yoda see like Yoda do.
PCP smokes, he.

May the 4th? Gay is.
Real Wookies recognize real.
You, sir, not you are.

Happy Birthday, Karl!
Broke nose you sure do have, braj.
Lost that barstool fight.

Working the first shift
Nativity In Black, on.
I’m going to feel.

Arachnids! Oh Fuck!
Shouldn’t have smoked all that dust!
But, boy, is it fun!

Best group on Facebook?
Haiku Club for the win, dude.
Smoke weed everyday.

Shitty Country on.
I need me some Highwaymen.
Fuck you, Reba Mc.

I have been away.
Many apologies, ya’ll.
Let the Haikus roll.

Jack Daniels, you punk!
Taste like way too loose butthole.
Domestic Dispute.

Romy and Michelle
Good fun for the whole family.
Allen Cummings dance!?

Plain biscuit, hold Jam.
Avocado sandwich, lame.
At least no oatmeal.

Pimm’s cup, shaken please.
Give you cool summertime buzz.
Enjoy it today.

Jonny Jenaro: Humans, We Are A Selfish And Self Centered Thing (July 10, 2013)

I thought it was common knowledge that the NSA has been spying on us for years … Why is it such a big deal all of a sudden? Isn’t Facebook a voluntary venue to disclose personal information to not only the public but also the government? Great American hypocrisy Batman!

I don’t think Occupy poses any kind of threat to anyone, maybe as much threat as the hippies in the 60’s. But anyhow, the only time you don’t want someone watching you is when you have something to hide. I have nothing to hide, let them spy!

Everyone can agree that this is no longer, or questionably ever a free country. However, I’d rather have being spied on be the worst things known to me about my government than to live in constant fear of me, or a family member being murdered or black bagged for my religion or any other belief. Also, the ability to have food within my grasp about anywhere I go to in the country. I’ve never been rich in another country but I have been homeless here and I can say that I ate great and had the ability to get some sort of medical attention for a fee. We have it really good here and we take it for granted, bad talk it, and belly ache over things that people in other countries would kill for.

Every government is corrupted, I say take what you can get and fight for what you must, but at least I can speak for myself and say it’s not that bad for me.

Other countries would kill for the kind of freedom that’s available to us here on a daily basis. And we whine and cry over how bad it is and how our freedoms are trampled upon every day. How about you go talk to a child in Ethiopia about the water faucet in your kitchen and bathroom, then we’ll talk.

Or talk to a Chinese government official about your love for Jesus Christ.

Or explain your large knowledge and education of science and quantum physics to a Haitian adult … if you can find one.

Writing letters to people in power, getting signatures and other things of that nature are great. And it’s making a difference. And I don’t consider that whining. What people are doing on Facebook is whining.

I can only imagine what the American media is doing at this moment. Which is why I don’t watch it, I like to gather facts and come up with my own conclusions. No one persuades me what to think and/or do on a daily basis. But hey, it’s the freedoms I’m talking about that give anyone the right to air whatever bothers them, still don’t have to agree with it, but it doesn’t bother me, that’s someone else’s opinion.

Well except for the religion and privacy stuff. It’s still pretty free at the moment, maybe not for long, but maybe religion isn’t helpful anymore. If they chop my head off for loving God, so be it. But luckily this country isn’t there at the moment.

Except Christians lately. Which is odd … But I still feel that I can freely worship some thing I call God out on the street and not feel like I’m going to be crucified or anything.

I’m glad we don’t all think the same, cause this place would be a pretty boring and lame place.

Individuals do have different thresholds for pain as well, but I just think that having a flat tire is not as bad as having a bombed village. The pain is still there, but I would prefer the latter.

MAN3: Ask Yourself “WWEJD” (April 27, 2013)

The greatest sin of all is to be boring, despite the capability and opportunity to go beyond conventionally accepted boundaries. Evil Jesus is that little voice that whispers in your ear, “Come on, you know you wanna, it’ll feel so good.” Its the drive to not merely be average, but superhuman. Its chocolate covered decadence with a side of chemical entertainment. Its the massive responsibility to succeed in the depths of what some dismiss as irresponsibility. Its sex, drugs and art, the one true holy trinity. Its the golden doctrine that “ALL RULES MUST BE BROKEN,” or they will become the chains that hold you down in mediocrity. And so, I am Evil Jesus…

Life is meant to be lived, not simply survived. So if life is getting too real for you, just ask yourself, “WWEJD?”

Jonny Jenaro: Banality To Mention

Cathartic nonsensical relief to an addiction to life through an alienation to all tasteful hopes of breathing.
The ridicule that follows is always incongruence and laughable.
A “human” trait that never matters to a nauseous waste of nausea.
I follow a cycle that flows into a spiral descending into the pit of my carousel membrane.
The side that deals in addition, subtracting the positives from the multiple razor thoughts warming the river in my ubiquitous ego perversions.
Trampling reserves of remorse for denial is reincarnation of a cancerous persuasion presuming a retention of reality.
Recall, rewrite, receive retaliation.
I never thought to lie about my limits of pretension…
Living is venality but banality to mention.

Jonny Jenaro: We All Have “THE” Answer (February 02, 2013)

We all have ”THE” answer.

Christianity has nothing to do with Jesus today. Governments and religious leaders have used his name to have control, power and money, even some of the writers of the Bible. We shouldn’t blame a religion for stupid followers, I can just as easily blame someone who believes in only themselves for doing the exact same things. Just because someone is atheist or agnostic doesn’t make them exempt from being a hateful, rude or sometimes evil person.

We just don’t get it. We all have our own way we live this life, we always believe, ”We are right and They are wrong.” No matter what it is we believe we will always be God to ourselves because of the way we treat others and ourselves. We are the center, the sun rises and sets around us. everyone will always pervert a good thing in time.

When the truth is, God loves us, we love ourselves, we hate our fellow human beings and we show this by what are actions show, not the lies of how holy we are with our lips, or how ” we don’t believe in God so we’re wise and know every answer to all of life’s secrets because if it.”

Get over yourself religious people and get over yourself non-religious people, neither of you are right, in fact all of you are wrong.

MAN3: Open Letter (December 14, 2012)

Be careful today when you seek a scapegoat. I remember being in school during the first of these school shootings, Columbine, and I remember being brought before a tribunal of sorts with the school administration and almost being expelled and arrested simply because I was different and it scared them. There’s nothing worse than being told your life could be over before it begins and knowing that if you had been permitted, you could have rationally explained yourself. Don’t misunderstand what I’m saying. I’m not identifying with any shooters, just the innocent freethinking people caught in the witch hunt that always follows. I’m sure there are still some of you that remember The Inner Circle newsletter fiasco…

I wish I had a personal recorder back then. My high school’s principal, Mr. Washington, actually said to me in the presence of the school resource officer and one other person on his office staff, “Why do you listen to Marilyn Manson? You know he’s a f*ggot, right?” I knew right then, nothing I said would ever make a difference.

I definitely had a unique perspective going through school. By simply being myself, I stripped myself of any credibility in the eyes of the authorities, who made me out to be little more than a rabble-rouser. I think because of that, they figured they could get away with what ever they wanted around me and in regards to my basic rights. If only I had a hidden camera or microphone, so many people would have lost their jobs. We forget that these almighty figureheads of education in our children’s lives are mere humans like the rest of us, complete with their own personal set of flaws. To think they are a fair, level-headed bastion of nobility to stand as examples for your children is delusional.

The newsletter in middle school, “HackZ ,” was Weston’s baby. I just lent my assistance to it. That was almost worse, because the school resource officer there was in the bomb squad and thought the instructions to build obsolete hardware to steal phone calls from payphones were bomb plans. They definitely called everyone who received the newsletter in high school down to the office for a little scared straight session. I heard all about it afterwards. Also, don’t forget that even though there were four of us making the newsletter in high school, “The Inner Circle,” they still singled me out. You wouldn’t believe the things they said to my three friends and their parent about me. It was an all out attack on my character and worth as a human being. Ask Kenny, he knows exactly what I’m talking about.

After Columbine, I was ordered to go through both the school’s therapist for “analysis” and a private psychologist. Also, every time a bomb threat was called in, which I remember was more than once a week for a while there, the school resource officer or an administrator would come and “collect” me from my class.

There was indeed a so-called “Fred List” at Chamberlain, at least after the Inner Circle incident. To my knowledge, it only existed after April 21st of that year, but I can only imagine it was probably a common practice among that school’s administration staff prior to then as well. The four of us involved were on it, as was Weston for sure. The Inner Circle event may have been my worst experience with the office staff my freshman year, but it indeed was not my first. It happened towards the end of the year if I remember correctly. At the end of the tribunal, they pretty much told all of our parents that rather than risk the bad rep for Chamberlain the day after Columbine, they’d keep the whole thing under wraps and give us work detail for the summer. If you look up any of our four school records, it will say on that day “Other Major Incident – Days Suspended: 0.” Kind of odd that a major incident not commonly listed on their forms is worthy of note but not worthy of punishment, don’t you think?

Remember those “Student Handbooks” everyone got at the beginning of the year? You weren’t the only ones who got one. There were also assorted handbooks for different types of teachers and staff, including a rather thick red covered one for the administration. One day, while using my TV Productions pass to roam the halls for no reason, I waltzed into the main office and noticed a large cardboard box on the front counter that had been opened. Inside were copies of this large red handbook for the principal and each of the assistant principals. Someone didn’t get their copy… I actually had that plus a few of the different teacher’s editions. So I knew what it meant when those random announcements were made over the intercom saying “There’s an electrical problem in such and such” or any of the other ones. I hope that the friend I have holding onto the book has kept it safe all these years.

I haven’t even begun yet on the racial issues at that school. So far, all my problems have been because I was an intelligent freethinking person who didn’t buy their bullcrap. Even my black friends in school would admit that Mr. Washington and Mr. Smith gave preferential treatment to black students. It was especially true for Mr. Smith when it came to the black girls if you catch my drift. When I was in TV Productions, I made a gag reel out of outtakes from an address of Mr. Washington’s I had to film for the school closed-circuit TV show. The dude could not pronounce words properly and didn’t even know what some of them were. It took some effort to get that tape off school grounds, because the teacher was hell-bent on having it erased. I also have a tape in storage from an interview I did with a student in ROTC who had to wear his full camo uniform during the clip, so I came to school that day wearing an old German police jacket that I wore through the whole thing.

The one thing that I suspected that was finally confirmed by attending Chamberlain was that you cannot trust authority figures and take everything with a grain of salt and a healthy dose of skepticism. If there’s a more corrupt high school than the one I attended, I feel extremely sorry for any student not willing to conform and be a robot. And you wonder why some of our classmates have grown up to be rapists, murderers and bank robbers… Go Chamberlain!