“And lo…”
Daveo Mathias
is a person
that writes & performs
in Los Angeles
& other Earthly eras.
Human Beings
Turning 21
Young People
Twilight: Eclipse
Lance Lants:
Pro Paparazzi
A Rapper Talks
About His Penis
Anne Frank Goes
To Bandcamp
The Last Supper
Scientology
Club Bang(h)er
Bawitaba, Woodstock
Xavier's Flower Shop
You Are Not
The Father
The Girls
The Kodak Moment
Best Gift Ever
WePilgrims
McSweeney's
Cool little documentary on Christiania “Freetown”, Denmark.
I was able to spend a couple days here during my trip and it was mind-blowing! A fully functioning commune! They actually have signs that say, “It Has Been _______ Days Since An Argument In Christiana.” I think they were at 186 when I visited.
THE PERFECT HEIST: Assemble a team of experts disguised as characters smarter, smoother, sexier, wittier, wealthier, and more stylish than any average American male… arm them with beautiful women, luxury cars, extravagent settings, and controlled explosions… enter 2,206 movie theaters and collect $12 from thousands of unsuspecting citizens at a time, too busy fantasizing that they were Paul Walker to even see it coming. One weekend. $20.3 million.
Now, that’s some gangster shit.
Here’s a vid of me doing stand-up in Sweden on my last night in town.
Thanks to my Stockholmie Teo Olsson for getting me on such a fun, un-English show.
I heard this song everywhere when I was in Europe, but I don’t think many people know it in the States (even though it has more English words than most electronic music we have).
I appreciate the postmodern approach to partying.
During my younger months, in an effort to stimulate small talk with a young woman I was marginally interested in, bouncing between bodies of a crowded Cahuenga room, I asked what she had been up to.
“Just travelling,” she answered, trying to act twice as Bohemian as her dress code. “Travelling all over.”
Showing polite interested, I pressed for details on what “all over” meant. “San Fransico… Joshua Tree,” she answered, taking a sip of the whiskey-cola she had hustled out of me. And then she stopped talking.
I never got compensated for that Jameson & Coke, nor the minutes of empty inquiring through a pale veil of Pall Mall. But from wher I stand now, its comforting to realize…
MY GLOBETROTTING’S TOTALLY SHIT ON THAT HIPSTER BITCH’S!!!
;)
see ya soon, States.
My gangster anthem for getting through the inevitable, unbearable tourist small-talk in hostels.
I know, I know, yep.Yeah you too.
Okay we get it yep.Yeah you too.
I know I know yep.Yeah you too.
Okay, everybody meet Mr. Me Too.
That, and some greenery. winky face.
Officer Mehserle, the man responsible for shooting Oscar Grant in the back execution style, has gotten off with ‘involuntary manslaughter’. The scales are never experienced a state of equilibrium.
everything is always in your favor.
The true War on Terror is fought domestically.
