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?

Capitalism
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.

MAN3: Chillin’ Late One Night

MAN3: Chillin’ Late One Night
This is a mix by MAN3.

“Here’s a mix I made, inspired by the Another Late Night series and using only Beacon Meadows tracks. So sit back, light up and relax as we chill together late one night.”
-MAN3

01. Bluesteeze – Intro
02. Bluesteeze – On My Grind Freestyle
03. Only Eyes For You – Cameron
04. Letitia On Rocks – Is There A Doctor In The Fish, pt. 1
05. Jonny Jenaro – Where Do You Go To (My Lovely)
06. Grizwald – Your Eyes
07. Ghost Town Breeding Ground – Here We Are Again
08. Faiyaz And The Wasted Chances – SPICEDEALERS (Folksong Version)
09. Faiyaz And MAN3 – The Burden
10. Embryo Concepts – Rain In December
11. Charlie Blood B – Breakfast With The Queen
12. Botchbud – Clays Brain Renovation
13. Batrick’s Spy Kit – Tofer Madness Remix (It Continyous) (2011 Remaster)
14. Aduran De Ronov – Jonny
15. Dr. Robert M.D. – Twin Peaks Theme
16. Wife Swamp – Avril 14th
17. VARN Industries – Message 16 (Cabbbage Reads More Stories)

>>Download here:
MAN3: Chillin’ Late One Night

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?
FAYGO GO WHOOP WHOOP!

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!

MAN3: Excerpt from “The Tree Of Life”

…to let our food properly digest. I chose the red leather couch nearest the window, where I drifted off to sleep watching his curious steam-powered robots tend to the garden.

Later, after we slept of our delicious meal, we took the old iron spiral-staircase I had noticed in the study down to the first basement, where we followed a dimly lit corridor past several portholes and glass walls used for viewing all the massive tanks that made up the Eastern portion of the facility. Seeing the reflective pools from above on the flight in did little to prepare us for the shock of what we were about to see. The four of us all were all standing in front of a large wall of glass, staring off into a dark blue nothing, wondering what was in that particular tank, when a mammoth black beast of a creature swam past us all. It must have been about nine or ten meters in length and did not resemble any sea creature I had ever seen. As if to answer are ponderings, the professor simply said, “You probably haven’t seen this one before. Its called the kronosaurus. It has been presumed extinct for millions of years. There are currently three of them in my care. Come along now.” He motioned for us to follow him further through the many corridors of the sub-basements and past several more tanks of sharks, fish and countless unfamiliar aquatic species. By the time we reached the lower bowels of the massive research facility, we had all lost count of how many levels below the ground we actually were. We had since ascended beyond the depths of the tanks, where we walked in darkness for several levels and the only light came from bio-luminescent deep-sea creatures, both beautiful and ugly at the same time. Beyond the tanks, we followed the stairs to their end, a large, empty room with a ceiling at least 40 meters above us. A low, rumbling hum could be heard in the otherwise still air and felt in the metal plates the made up the floor we walked across. The professor cut straight across the middle of the room, with the rest of us not far behind. As I grew nearer to the far wall, I began to see the outline of a giant, mechanical door. “Of all the things you have seen thus far in this great facility, none shall prepare you for what you are about to see,” the professor proudly, and also somewhat menacingly, proclaimed to us all. “How could anything compare with what we’ve already seen,” I wondered, thinking back on what the Professor had already shown us, most of all his teleportation device, the two talking monkeys, the glow in the dark palm tree and the extinct-yet-living giant sea monsters. He place the palm of his hand on a console and after a few flickering lights and a whistle, the entire room began to shake and the air was filled with cacophonous screeching and metallic grindings. As the door opened, a blinding white light poured out into the rusty chamber we were all standing in. As my vision slowly returned, I could see a vast cavern of rock, illuminated by huge, industrial spotlights. Unlike the rest of the facility, this was not dug out with human hands and tools. This appeared as if it had always been here, deep within the Earth, waiting for someone to dig down and find it. It was then I realized we were…

Beacon Meadows Presents The Unheard Tracks, Vol. 2

Beacon Meadows Presents The Unheard Tracks, Vol. 2
This is a collection of assorted unreleased material from Beacon Meadows artists Jonny Jenaro, Devious Light and VARN Industries. “Profound Change” by Jonny Jenaro was recorded for a compilation album for Take Back The Night Foundation. Original versions of “untitled: 06-08-02” and “untitled: 02-03-03” appear on the VARN Industries album The Lost Tracks. “Tonight, You Belong To Me” was originally performed by Irving Kaufman. Fly, Magpie! is Jonny Jenaro and Meredith Marsh.

01. Jonny Jenaro – Profound Change
02. Devious Light – Party Please
03. Devious Light – Piano Practice
04. Devious Light – Psymple
05. VARN Industries – untitled: 06-08-02 (Woosh Demo)
06. VARN Industries – untitled: 06-08-02 (Shoow Demo)
07. VARN Industries – untitled: 02-03-03 (Mood Demo)
08. VARN Industries – untitled: 02-03-03 (Ambidance Demo)
09. VARN Industries – untitled: 02-03-03 (Ambidance 2.0 Demo)
10. Fly, Magpie! – Tonight, You Belong To Me

>>Download here:
Beacon Meadows Presents The Unheard Tracks, Vol. 2

Doc Cromp: Chapter 1.1

CHAP1:

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.
Mm-Mm-Mm-Mm-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.