Archive for May, 2009
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I am surrounded by a wall of fire.
I hear cars honking their horns
and the screeching of tires
as they slam on the brakes.
“Fucking bum!”
I cross the street and
Lay down in a
Pile of garbage and cardboard.
It feels like a waterbed.
Leonard Cohen knows how to write great songs. Supposedly, it takes him about three years to write one. I am the opposite. It takes me a few minutes to write a bad song, and then I let it fester for three years on a disc in someone else’s house. Then, I cut the song in half and put video over it.
David Banner is a genius. About a year ago, we drove around Miami. We went from Miami Beach to Opa-Locka and back. He talked and I let the camera roll. I am still editing it, so there is another little piece.
Ridin with David Banner
by FilthySouth
Some people think that I am a scum bag for that last post. This website is a Miami based reality show. I just film stuff that is happening anyway. I dont force it. It is Filthy South.
Shout out to Matt Fucking Elliot. Your favorite Ghost of Dirty songs are being made into some real low budget videos here on this low budget website.
Reptilian Soldiers sliced open Howard’s stomach, inserting cameras and wires. They removed his testicles, replacing them with human baby-lungs. With his jaw and nostrils wired shut, Howard breathed through the tip of his penis. His scrotum-sac would inflate with each inhalation. Years went by without Howard knowing where he was, or what was going on. They rolled him through dark hallways of screaming invalids. Bullet holes scarred the walls at the space ship’s lower level. From his window, Howard could see the aliens torturing senior citizens. He thanked Queen Kimberly that he was still young. They forced to him to have anal-sex with the artificial Siamese twins. He suddenly felt his ribcage attached to another living human body. “Prepare for extinction,” said the announcement.
I am working for cyberspace. I believe that books, magazines, newspapers, and other forms of print media are going to be obsolete soon. Are there even any horses left on Earth? There are enough books right now, and we really don’t need anymore. Nowadays, everyone writes a fucking blog. The writer is no longer a bearded lone alcoholic. They don’t even make typewriters anymore, the future is cyberspace so lets go!
I told you I could do it. Filthy South has not slept for days, we just keep drinking and snorting and shooting and reporting about whats going on….
The beats are fucking hot. Smoke fills the air as we get ready for the Big Takeover. the beats go boom boom boom. Crank that shit up Lil Weasel. BOOM! I can’t even edit this shit right now, I’m so fucked up. This shit is live. You can smoke the fucking dirt here and get high. We party tin Miami. So Now You Know….watch the videeee=oh. This here is the prequel: this here is scraps for the pitbulls: this has some old footage of me driving around with David Banner, because I put it there. Whatchoogondo?
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