Filthy South

Ghost of Dirty was not a phase. It was one of many paranormal experiences that I have enjoyed during my life so far. The actual ghost has been exorcised, but those binge-induced songs remain stored on a digital eight track waiting for the right moment to be revealed to the world. The full G.O.D. discography will be released in the next month or so by Roofless Records. There will be a release party/ seminar , that you will not want to miss. Please ask yourself the following:

1. What are you trying to manifest now?

2. What tools or practices are you using to achieve this? (eg: Goal setting, affirmations, Law of Attraction, vision boards, meditation etc)

3. Are you 100% confident you are doing everything you can to make it work, or do you still have some doubts?

Check out the video below: And yes…I was abducted by aliens…

Stay tuned for more info. … … or click on the above link for Roofless Records. It is an awesome record label based in the greatest city in the world: Miami. Miami. 305. I love it.

Cremator 305 is an art installation that I will be doing at Sweat Records on March 5, 2010.

I have been drawing lots of pictures for the past couple of years in order to deal with my feelings of inner turmoil and conflict. You know when life just seems fucking impossible? You try to stay calm and positive but there are demons inside. I have been dealing with these demons and they don’t go away. I have tried everything….but drinking and drugs only makes matters worse…believe me….I dont ever want to sleep under a bridge again…or on a golf course. Sometimes I have to deal with it myself. In my own head…as life spins out of control. This is just an exercise. I am trying my best to keep the PMA, and that is when the miracles happen. That woman that I have a huge crush on walks past the window and sees me sitting inside eating a sandwich. She comes in and laughs and starts talking about her amazing life and I dont say a word for a while and I just believe in miracles. Was it the law of attraction? Did my mind summon her to walk past that window? Damn, I fall in love so easily…and then I get broken hearted again and again….and then I have to fight the part of me that wants to get really drunk and high. I am so used to it. I have a feeling that very few people will read this. And maybe you are the one that I would not want reading this in the first place. But that is what is so great about the internet. I can put a link to this on Facebook…and then maybe whoever reads it reads it…I can delete it later. I am just enjoying the cathartic nature of this. All artists are writers. I hope that you come to my art exhibit on March 5 at Sweat Records. It starts at 7pm and there are going to be some local Metal bands playing and Kevin Warhaft is going to be performing as Jason Handelsman…it is a script that we are working on. I dont care what anyone says, Kevin Warhaft is a fucking genius. We are working on a screenplay about Metal in Miami, aliens, and Kevin Warhaft as Jason Handelsman like Face/Off. It has no title yet. But man, the shit that has been happening to me lately is only supposed to happen to other people. Every time I get my life back together….and things are going just fine….thats when I get dumped, fired, and its time to start all over again from the bottom. Bring it on, baby. Oh shit….

Her Tight Black Mini Skirt

Fits like a big red boxing glove

on Muhammad Ali’s fist

punching me in the mouth

and knocking my teeth out

as I lick the clit.

Humans.

Prepare for extinction.

There is a new world waiting for us.

There is no more space on Earth.

Your children will run out of water.

She controls the weather.

Broken hearts create violence in our society.

This evening, she put on that tight black mini skirt again.

I think of Homestead, Little Haiti, Overtown,

and the first night on the floor of Guido’s

after smoking.

Stick My Nose

                               Into the crucifix tattooed on her shoulder.

                  Into the neon swastikas

                                                          deep inside of her eyeballs.

This is a suicide note.

Folded into a little triangle.

And

Left under her pillow,

With a mint.

 What is death like?

                              I wanna fucking know, said Queen Elizabeth

Holding a gun to my temple.

Death is so close.

I inhale.

I lick my fingers.

I close my eyes and I see death.

                           Death has taken residence in my stomach.

I squeeze Death out of my small intestine.

 My tires screech

My lungs, my vocal chords, my fingertips squeeze the steering wheel

Like buttocks in the oven.

The glass shatters in my brain

I sit in jail.

Carnival cruise ship horror movie

police sirens to the West.

I lift my foot, touch my nose, and recite the alphabet backwards.

Taking shits at Dade County Jail

Is not as bad as taking shits in The Tombs.

My Generation

Is better than yours.

We had no cell phones.

No emails.

Nobody had computers.

We went to the mall,

And stole Black Sabbath cassettes.

Thinking of Last Week

Intervention Apartheid.

Said the man in the bunk bed below.

Last year was ok.

I was writing for the local

Alternative newspaper.

Five years ago

I was in Europe.

Drinking coffee and smoking cheese

In an Amsterdam Museum.

I love museums,

And I miss Sean, who died of a heroin overdose last year.

I was on Meridian and 6th and these two trannies came up to me. “You Harry?” they asked. “No, I am not Harry.” They repeated the question, “You Harry?” I repeated that my name is not Harry and that I don’t know anyone named Harry. Btw, I asked, “What exactly is…a tranny massage?” They both towered over me: their breasts, Adam’s apples, and lips. “You are Harry, then?” said the one that looked like Lebron with implants. “I am not Harry!” A Caucasian she-male in a pink mini-skirt put her hand on my shoulder, “they are asking if you’re hiring.” Suddenly it all made sense.

Check out this video of me performing at Churchills recently.

Here is the original, with only 1152 views:

It is time for me to request comments, and donations. All that I need is $35 to copyright the CRKDMKS album. I worked hard on that shit.

I have read that book twice. Watch this video of the book’s author, Napolean Hill twitching his fingers whilst lecturing to the modern world. Shit is powerful.

There is a secret to growing rich, patience. Life is a crazy game, and its gonna be over someday. We have a Black President, so I went to join the Navy today. They said that I couldn’t becuase of my 305 tat. “Numbers may be seen as gang related.” When they mentioned the FBI background check, I exited the building. The dude told me that the recession is so bad, military is shutting down their recruitment centers. “Because of the economy, everyone wants to join the military,” he said, “we don’t got no more room.” I figured I would just sign up and they would send me to boot camp in two weeks. Oh well…

I feel weird putting up these videos of me dancing around in my underwear and playing my guitar. I feel like such a loser. I have deleted 6 videos in the past couple of days. Here is the main problem: I can not find work. I am chasing paper in an ever-diminishing circle and I will soon disappear up my own asshole. I went to the Hemmingway House recently to meditate. It is right on the ocean 90 miles from Cuba. It is spiritual, and there are thousands of cats walking around. I wondered how it would feel to be a Nobel Prize winning author holding a gun to my own head. Suicide is not the answer. I do not belong in front of a camera.

Now an interview with Filthy South’s founder and Vice President of Marketing, Azar Alcazar.

Q: What is your definate purpose in life?

AA: To make money being myself. I have no special talents. I am a jack of all trades and master of none. I pray for everything that I get. You want me to dance naked at your bachelorette party? You want me to give you a tour of Miami? You want to go out on a boat? You need me to make some videos of you? Put it up on the website? This website is not about making money, its about having some fun inside the realm of cyberspace. Whatever you need, I can hook it up. That is how I make my money. If I have to stand on a stage naked and swing my twig and berries, thats what I’m going to do. As Biggie said, I’m as good as the best of them and as bad as the worst.

Q: What is the video about?

AA: it is about being a bona-fide chick magnet. People will watch this and hate my guts. Tell me I’m stupid. Whatever. That is what I want. I want millions of people to watch this video and tell me how stupid I am. The goal of course, a restaurant, and eventually my own Graceland Never Land. Are you ready to fall in love again? Have you ever felt that you are doing the exact same thing everyday? Do you eat pussy?

Q: Are you asking me if I eat pussy?

AA: Eating pussy is money. That would be the best way for me to make money. That is what this video is about. The nutrients.

This video is about personal liberation, and I hope at least 20 people watch it. Look at my chest, and notice the disposition. I used to tell people that the aliens did this to me when I was abducted. The truth is, I don’t realy know how to explain it. I was born in the 70’s and they did some ghetto plastic surgery on me.

The “studio” where I filmed this is in 305, and it is an abandonded bldg. with electricity. The people that live nearby don’t seem to care. It is a trailer park that they were trying to gentrify, but then the recession hit and nobody can pay their mortgages and squatters like me move in….Rent Free.

Thats me. I haven’t paid rent in over five years. I just work hard for people, so that I can live with them and eat all their hummus….This video caused a stir in the PC community, so I deleted it. But I just watched it again, and I really like it. I took nude pics of an 18 year old at the Double Tree Hotel. The pics were stolen by a local promoter, who knows who he is. Let him enjoy the pics that he beats off to on a nightly basis.