Michael Edman

So today I got into an argument how there aren't necessary evils in the world, and there is no necessary good. There isn't a perfect balance to anything. If there was balance than real communism would be the whole world's government. People wouldn't have a whole life dipped in shit if there was a perfect balance of good and bad.
Some fucking idiot I work with said that Hitler was a necessary evil. That 6 million people had to die in the Holocaust, and countless others in WW 2. That is bullshit. Then he proceeded to ask if the A Bomb was a necessity. I told him it was over the top, but called for. He said that Hitler gave the world what it needed, Population thinning. I wanted to punch him in his stupid face.
That is all I have for now.

I remember as a kid, I used to dream that I could fly. Just get a running start, and off I would go. The dreams felt so real. My heart would jump out of my body from the excitement. Kind of like when you're a teenager and you kiss a girl for the first time. I really enjoyed dreams like that.
Another dream I would have involved a black shadow figure. He haunted me until I was 15. Well when he would envelop me, it would feel like I couldn't move. Those dreams made me realize true fear. Because there was no escape. He would just let me go when he had enough. He came to me in a dream a couple of months ago, and at first it was the same as always, but then I started to get loose, and then I woke up.
There are alot of things that I am still afraid of. Spiders, drastic change, someone close dying, etc., etc. As time passes I seem to be less and less afraid of certain things. Mainly drastic change. I almost wish it would happen. Nothing bad, something good. Not manna from heaven type shit, just something good for me.
Not really a point to any of this, just thought about writing, and this is what came out. I don't really remember dreams that much, only the bad ones anymore, or ones with my shadowy antagonist, but it's nice to think back every once in a while. Not everything in the past is a piece of shit. Sometimes you find a diamond in a turd.

Physical activity after the age of twenty five should be against the law. The reason being....It fucking hurts. I also do nothing but bitch about it.
I've also come to the conclusion that I need to build a teleporter, or get ahold of William Shatner or Leonard Nimoy before they die, and ask them how it's made. Sucks that Scotty died, I could've asked him. Maybe I should ask Levar Burton, and see if I could get on an episode of Reading Rainbow. Do they even make that show anymore?
I wonder how many football players are actually gay? Hot wives and girlfriends are always a good indicator. Their thought processes are, " I need a trophy wife, so people won't ask if I like ten dicks inside my poochute."
On a serious note, I miss my Wonder Woman. It would be pretty sweet if she dressed like Wonder Woman, or Power Girl, even though she wouldn't wear it long. OR I might just do it to her with it on. That is a much better idea.

Sometimes I wish I had a really long nutsack with huge balls, because I would use them as a weapon. Like those things with a rope with two balls on each end that they throw at people and it wraps around their legs. I would have to have wooden balls or something that wouldn't hurt when I hit somebody with them. That would be pretty sweet.

I'm so tired right now. I decided to stay up till three in the morning hanging out with Andy. We made smashing pumpkins mix and a nirvana mix. They were two discs a piece, because we decided that you can't just leave good songs out. Then he gave me two Shipping News cd's I had been missing, and a Cap'n Jazz cd I was missing. He also burned me a bunch of mid 90's rock shit. I felt really old last night, but had a blast. We talked about our plans for him when he got back from Poland in 8 months. Yes I did say our plans, because we have plans for each other 8 months in advance.
I'm also playing a show tonight in Owensboro. We are playing with Laid to Rest and two other bands. If you need directions call me and I will give them to you. We are playing two new songs, and I will be drunk, so it will be awesome.
I also decided that I am going to write and record Ep all about the Green Lantern with my other band, I have two songs already, so I need three more. I am excited about this, you should be too.

Bitches that think they can intimidate me should go fuck their moms, and then kill themselves. If you are from mclean county and you play music, you are probably a fucking dick eater. There is maybe three exceptions to that. If you play keyboard on a 150 dollar keyboard, you are a shit eating dog fucker. If you think you are better than anyone, you are sadly mistaken, and you should definitely tie a rock to your foot and throw yourself off the highest bridge into the deepest water. I am the greatest mother fucker to walk the earth! If you disagree, you are entitled to an opinion, but never think you are right. Because you are not. IF you still think you are, you should be shot in the face, but not die. So everyone could see how ridiculously stupid you were for thinking otherwise.

I'm out
The Bomb

it tastes like shit.

I have been texting with Andy the past two days about music related stuff, and today I was thinking about how I would feel if a legend played one of my songs. This would all depend on me playing a less abrasive type of music. Let's say I played folk type stuff, which everyone should listen to, and Neil Young or Jonny Cash(if he was still living) wanted to play one of my songs. I would shit myself until I died. That would totally confirm that my life long love wasn't just some shitty past time.
Plus I have also decided that Andy the Dirty Mick Bastard is one of my heroes. He's younger than me, but I have met very few real mother fuckers on this planet. The ones that won't change for anyone. I like those people...Nay..I love them. They give hope that not everyone is a fucking sheep.
Kyle you are also a hero of mine, just don't break that edge for anything.

I somehow got a wireless connection in my apartment while burning cd's on mk's mac, so I made a new myspace for my band. We finally found a name that 500 other bands don't have. The only problem is I have to change one of the song names to something else because it is one our songs. That isn't that big of a deal. I am just glad we finally found a fucking name to stick with. Oh I guess I should say the name for all those who give a shit. No More Blood To Lose. Kinda long, but Fuck yourself. Hell Yes!! We figured if bikers like it, it should be good right? Nothing else to write about really. Except if you feel like being a wonderful person, tell your friends to add us on myspace.

myspace.com/nomorebloodtolose

Thanks bitches

Michael Edman Maddox

Watch it!  I did, and Jon Mclean is my hero.

You think that putting out an assload of albums would make the White Stripes better?  It doesn't.

Finally get to play a good show.  Probably the biggest show I've ever played.  With Hardcore bands!  I have always wanted to play with hardcore bands, but never had the chance.  My Cock, Your Ears.  1123, next friday.  Fuck Yes!

I used to always have som kind of fucked shit to write about, but nowadays I'm pretty lame.  Still you must admit:

You want my HOT girlfriend
You want my HOT ass
You love my band,
and if you don't we will rape your ears
with none other than our man cocks

Very few entries ever.  Who cares?  Nobody.  Here's the update.
- Have a new band, recording vocals, 3 down 4 to go.  Playing June 8th
- Filling in on vocals for Kill the Sherrif on their summer tour.
- Still kick ass...Me that is.  I kick ass

So my idea of moving might be in motion. If everything works out I will be going to.....China!!! A good friend of mine has spent the past year there teaching english to school children, and he was like,"you should do it man it is so much fun." So I have seriously thought about it. I talked to him last night, and he is going to make a few phone calls, and send some emails to see if he can hook me up. I know what you are thinking. You are thinking that I can't speak chinese. Most of the kids already know how to speak some english. They just want you to teach conversational english. I don't know exactly how it is all going to work out, but things are in motion. Other than that nothing is really happening. That is not a bad thing though. It just means less shit to worry about, or think about. On another note, I am changing my name. Just dropping my last name really. I have no ties to that family so I have no need for the family name. And I'm out.

Time to start from scratch. Fuck the Same Shit Different Day that my life has been. Here's to not knowing what tomorrow holds. Every day a new start.