hecklin' be a way of life. when you heckle, you heckle to live. you heckle the bad musicians right off they stage, you heckle the bad films right off they screen, you heckle the powerful right off they thrones.

Sunday, February 27, 2005


i don't know why i feel so bad sometimes...

aah, it sucks, boohoo.

so in other news, i'm not doing anything with my life and need to get up off my sorry ass and actually do something productive with my time and all...

or i could play video games.

which would you choose?

Thursday, February 24, 2005

Maraschino Cherries, God's Own Poison.

oh how i wish i was bite sized.

i think mellified man is possibly the best band name ever, sorry greg but "dick rhythmic and the balls" doesn't hold up. especially since this one is a real band.... BURN.

Greg's band has gone nerdcore now, they are called "critical miss" and if you know what that means, chances are you would enjoy their music.

anyway, as to my life (or lack thereof)... the fascinating story, pt a hunnerd.

actually there is no fascinating story, it is just me, going thru each day hand over hand. And it could always be worse. at least i have a million songs to listen to.

Tuesday, February 22, 2005


time makes haste
free toothpaste
shut up and sit down boy
you fool

Sunday, February 20, 2005

groovin in the desk chair.

i think i am dancing to break this chair. i should get off it. that would imply an ipod or some other musical rape device. >:(

no i will burn cd's. many cd's.

watch me, watch me burn
burn the music onto plastic.

i wrote a poem about technology
and how it makes the music.

nothing spells emo like emoticons






my day's are uneventful.

my nights are as well. most of my time is spent in front of the computer, which is not healthy. then most of my days are spent at school, which is even less healthy. then there's eating, which should be healthy but isn't.


Friday, February 18, 2005

Seuss and McFarlane or The Ichtyoid in the Role of the Superego

heaven is a man with one brown eye one blue
ilussion seeming one very close
the other quite far away.

and when he's looking at you
with a grin
and a long smile
don't be frightened.

god is a child with a hammer
held in his hand
his tired fingers.

Thursday, February 17, 2005

i am too lazy to lug the scanner up, so i will not be posting pictures what i have drawn. in fact.

in fact, everything is quite.

Wednesday, February 16, 2005

a real blog

this will be one. see?

i will keep it updated.

i will post things that are good.

i will punctuate and capitalize properly....

and no one will read it.

first order of business, as an exercise in mental health, i will explain a little bit of myself.

I am Colyn Gremaud. I do not like this name, it sounds as if your tongue is melting when you say it. i ocassionally write things, nothing significant, just limericks, anecdotes, poetry, the ocasionally unfinished play/shortstory/abortednovelfetus. I enjoy stand-up comedy, music, being "indie" (do the kids still say that?), theatre, books, and sex, though i have never had it i can imagine it must be fun, people are always talking about it. it is all over the internet. now i am all over the internet.

i also play videogames far too much.

i like to play the guitar though i am not very good, i also like to sing and dance even though i am not good at those either. but i am okay at them.

i am also a marxist. to an extent.

now that you know a bit of me. here is something i wrote a while ago, do not try to make sense of it, i just opened the dictionary and started pointing.


"or did you swear allegiance to the people
and did they let you down
forgotten by a neodialectic machine
did you sex-dose the clown
flashbulbs and frowns
fell from the sky
and now surround
miss spherical psycho fell from the sky
blasting slap bass lines on her sitar
hopin one day she'd be lit up on a star
pipe dreams always come true
i'm not screamin how bout you
is that jesus bangin his head against the wall

blindfold mr passion
dance his steampipe down
horny seamen fall and drown
aluminum trident cum on neptunes crown
parrallel incisions breakfast ciggarette
late night traction belly dancing ball
punish bad cop paper pushing maw"