The Only Romance is Sacrifice - Photos by Adam Pw Smith

Money should be coins with faces on them.

Money is energy. It's vitality. It's whatever you want it to be except anything real. It USED to be transferable for gold. It USED to represent that exact thing. Gold. And beyond "neck decoration" and human ownership (marriage), gold, has its uses. In fact, it's probably one of the most valuable things in the world. But it's a secret. I don't know that secret but it must be why money marts are buying gold from people at full price. (Not an advertisement for money mart)

Money affects us. It stresses us out, gives us power, gives us temporary freedoms and promotes slave MENTALITY. Banks don't have any money. They have the IDEA of money. The romantic portrayal of something that has no physical form. Sure, you can hold money in your hand. But at any time, all of it in the blink of an eye can mean NOTHING AT ALL! I suppose the only use would be kindling if you're one of the smart people (rare) that know how to build a fire to keep warm!

The best things in life are free because the idea of something is always better than the physicality. Thoughts and desire always out-weigh the manifestation of anything material. Love can't and will always exist. Because in its physicality it is an admitted idea.

Now there's something else that's admitted idea. An idea that everyone knows really well regardless of whether they deny its existence or not.

Now i could come flat out and tell you but that would make me a cheap writer and the furthest from what good writers really are...

ASSHOLES...

Love is God. And God is Love. The same amount of people believe in it. Once again, ideas. Here's a numerological break down.

Letters are numbers in order of the alphabet.

Drag On.

G = 7
O = 15
D = 4

I = 9
S = 19

L = 12
O = 15
V = 22
E = 5

G+O+D+I+S = 54
L+O+V+E = 54

But what the FUCK does 54 mean!??

People worship money. They love having it. They work for it and want to collect it. when shit hits the fan everyone wants the most money they could imagine. It's a never-satisfying shit storm that tornadoes everyone in to submission holds of poverty. The fear of poverty. Of not having every thing we want.

Come on, we evolve off of each other. we are constantly validating each other off of each other. when rich people are what's glorified in the general consensus, that's what everybody strives for. we worship things that don't exist all the time! Some people worship a video game character that saves the imaginary village from the evil dark lords of imaginary happy-town.

Some people just LOVE dragons. Now of course dragons are a romantic idea of what snakes used to be before they allowed the devil to possess them, which got them kicked out of a garden to slither around on their bellies. Either that or they're the embodiment of Sean Connery's voice. Famousest lisp of all time. Fuckin immigrant.

Dragons have so much romance surrounding them that if they actually came out from where they're hiding, a stealth bomber would disintegrate them out of the sky. k? I mean if the dragons that corner the fences and sit motionless atop erect structures (that serve no purpose) suddenly came to life? we'd panic more than Fergie's management team when Perez Hilton (not spanish) lashed out at her and her black eyed penis - and cried on national.... internet.

If Dragons were real... people would stop worshiping money and the government would kill every last one of them. So they're not. Because if they were real before, said thing would have already happened and said government would still rule said people.

Time warp.

what's at ... steak.

Though money doesn't exist, it's still the root of all evil. But at least it's the root. The leaves of all evil is clothes. The trunk of all evil is on dumbo.

Money is necessary, and the only thing this juvenile world can handle I guess. I mean... we haven't evolved much past Rome (ufc) or England (pollution).

So I guess I have to submit to the idea that humanity has stopped evolving. I guess I have to accept the fact, that in certain ways, we have BEEN stopped in this evolutionary process. we will continue having cars that run on crude oil though TEAMS and GENERATIONS of people have advanced technologically beyond this. we will continue being stagnant pawns in this socially retarded media soup we call Earth.

where there's money to be made, there's ethical progress to be ignored. Nikola Tesla approached the world with a technology that would supply every household across the planet with unlimited energy drawn from the ionosphere. One shot deal. One time payment. Energy forever. But great humans like that just... die mysteriously and we're back at square... "Down's syndrome."

So I guess I have to accept that money is the only tool that our global intelligence has time for. Cause what the fuck else is going to put a cut of the 'easiest animal to kill' on a pan for nutrients.

It's just sitting there eating grass. Imagine it had lasers shooting from it's eyes?...Then we'd all be vegetarians.


You know what?

Thank you for allowing me to take your time. Not enough writers have an understanding that it's the most valuable thing we as a people have to offer. Time is the true love. Time is God. And 'time' equals 47... so there.


whoa... two reverts and associations to 'already said' things.

what an ASSHOLE.

.... 3.

Oh... limp-dicks.

Take off your winter onesy and head on down to doomsville 2010. where the atmosphere retaliated on us for Earth rape. Garbage bags made out of crude oil were packed with things made out of crude oil. Don't worry, we're fighting a war for more of these products, so we'll never run out. Global warming just became a wake up call made out of ice water.

Here's a new olympic event:
Ya start at the Arctic, and ride a giant ice cap down the title wave. As it melts, everything gets swallowed by it's wrath. It's called apocalympics. Puntastic.

Here's a too sooner:
This is presented and brought to you by ruthlessly forced world-stage brown nosing and media ass-kissing. The insensitive continuance and lack of remorse has forced me to show you a new song.

(sung to the tune of a popular BECK hit)

I'm a louger baby... So why don't you KILL ME!

Ah... You win some you louge some.

Come ON PEOPLE Don't luge your head over it. (greyhound jokes are ok right?)

kids on a tank. Usually they're underneath.

The fireworks are the loudest part of the friendly war. It's also the most violent... To dogs.

The people, on the other hand, were being pussies. From what I saw, the obnoxious hockey enthusiasts were actually pretty tame. Now if gorillas fucking in an octagon was a sport in the winter olympics, it'd be a different story. All those people would be an Ed Hardy magic eye. If you blurred it out and focused- you'd see the yaz shot, that SHOULD have missed the egg in their respected mothers, and instead made a 5 ring circus on the wall.

I don't know what that means either.

I loved the prices. Cuz the biggest douche bags, that are Steve Douchenes when they're hammered, were TOO POOR TO DRINK downtown. Full six packs were eyed and disposed of by the narc rangers. All it took was a little deception and they were easy to beat. Mickey and a slurpee? Beer in a Thermus? I mean thurmas? I mean... thermas? Fuck. Can't spell a company.

It's amazing how long everybody's hanging on to the allowance of auto gratuity and raised prices of everything you could imagine. Building manager wants an olympic damage deposit. Cat wants an olympic can of whiskas. Last night I tipped my girlfriend.

See of red.

The real war is totally still going on. I mean it's not like Iraq or Afghanistan had some competitors in the 'games'. Not too many winter athletes in the desert. Let's just say there's too many mines in the middle eastern mountains to practicemoguls. And you waste too many bullets with an AK 47 to get a high enough score in the biathlon.

All the pretty little flags. All the wonderful little trinkets. The amazing flyers and pamphlets and safety reminders and city guides and culture awareness information cards. The piles and piles of time sensitive, captive moments that are completely useless for anything after the 28th of February.

Thank you olympics. The place with the trees can take the damage you bring with your delusional expectations that serve as a canvas in which to paint your bull shit disney world out of a neglected metropolis such as my city. It's just so you can flaunt your influence to make a country go in to superficial panic mode to appeal to an international stage. All compensations are at the expense of the working class people, the service industry, the regular commuter, and of course... the natural resources.

Thank you Nazi's. Someone's running a torch in to a forest fire.

wars are never hard on paper. They're only tough in the actual fight. In the real war, the one that's not the olympics, Canadians celebrated for a second. In fact, the safe tent that they showed footage of when the Men's Hockey team won gold, would make you think that khandahar is Retardi gras.

Fight or dance battle.

On the news they actually said this: "From Abbotsford to Afghanistan, Canadians were celebrating." They mentioned the war in the opening sentence of the broadcast. Amazing how subtle.

Now we can go back to an impossible deficit and job cuts. Oh.... Canada.

Piginning of time.

The champions of deception are ruling the planet. Assume that you're wrong in accusing anybody obvious for the problems we face.

interiority complex

Brian Mulroney gave 16 million dollars to an arms dealer in 1997. Then add another two million dollars of taxpayers money paid for the court hearing before he finally admits to it on June 1st, 2010.

18 million road building, cancer fixing, poverty solving, oil spill recovering dollars is spent on this devious action that was filed late and claimed to the CRA by Mulroney months before this trial existed and not before. When asked why there was 16 million dollars withdrawn and put in to a safety deposit box in cash, he simply answers: "Talk to my lawyer".

I mean, why does he have to pay for arms anyways... See? Deception. He's an amputee and he tells no one. Don't trust your leaders.

The reason why I bring this up is because our enemies have never made themselves obvoius. Your run-of-the-mill cloth wearing terrorist is a blue collar person probably trying to keep his family alive, while getting weapons that are over-priced, from someone who bought them from an arms dealer, who was funded by a sneaky little politician put in power by your naivity and neglect.

Speaking of naive, did you know that 'naive' spelled backwards is 'evian'? Think of that next time you're buying a bottle of what(?)er (water). (perenthesis).

50% chance of bacon.

In 2006, the world consumed 98.9 million metric tonnes of pork meat. That, of course, is 218 trillion, or so pounds. The average pig is 200 pounders. So... basically the world ate one billion, 90 million, one hundred and eighty-five thousand, eight hundred and eighty six... and a half pink, muddy, pudgy fuckers.

That's in 2006. There's probably a 5 percent increase in consumption every year. Now in 2002... there were only 939 million yummy pigs that were accounted for. We keep eating these little curly tailed, vagina-coloured critters that don't even EXIST!

What's you're bacon made out of then? Well, cannibals say pigs taste the most like juicy ethnic child meat than anything else, so maybe there's some dead kids mixed with a little pork rind action. Just saying really. I mean, they don't hesitate to feed chickens to chickens and pigs to pigs right? That's how they get so much 'nutrition' (disease). And they're not stupid enough to TELL them.

So next time you're eating a BLT, ask yourself if it's actually a tasty "Body of a Lebanese Toddler". And then answer: "Naah, I trust the global economic sustainability of the world to be moral and ethical in these times of lost product and lack of resources".

Keep drinking away your luck.

Cheers. Here's to a generation of drinkers fighting to tolerate themselves. A lovely, specific generation keen on flooding their schedule with other drinkers validating something other than loneliness. Everyone slowing down each other's paths to independance and individuality. We don't mean to do this to each other. Just ourselves.

Of course we're scared of our power. We have no choice but to butter up our goals and ideas and fry em up with a piece of conviction cheese in the middle of it. We mostly feel guilty for our power because other's resent it. Or at least we think so. Our assumptions of other people's opinions are always worse than the people's actual thoughts of us.

Because they have none.

I mean if they weren't self absorbed, they'd be absorbed in you. Or at least absorbed in alcohol. And that's codependance. So next time you just want to relax and have a drink with your friends, stop deceiving yourself in to thinking it's fun. It's a task. A task made of prolonging the obvious. We die alone.

So long suckers!

Reviews. Movie reviews. Of movies I haven't seen.

Reviews. Movie reviews. Of movies I haven't seen.

I decided that I was going to review movies I haven't seen. So without further adieu, this is...

Kaboom Atomic on:

Avatar: The last Air Bender: "What's the 'M' stand for?, night is the dark part of the day, and shamalamading-dong is a lyric from a song in 1956.

The Sorcerer's Apprentice: Hey, white people, wanna get out of the ghetto? Oh wait, you were never in one. So I guess you should use your magic to impress each other with fireballs.

Salt: Funny thing about this condiment, makes you thirsty for a plot.

Kisses: Haven't seen a trailer, haven't seen a poster, haven't seen a reason to waste money on this. Haven't kissed a woman in a long time.

Cats and Dogs: The revenge of kitty galore: Shitty galore.

Robin Hood: I wish instead of RUSSELL crow it was an ACTUAL crow and movie was about stealing fries from a BK parking lot and giving it (in the form of poop) to the sidewalk.

Shrek forever after: You know how you keep ethnics in movies without losing funding from several oil companies? You make them animated animals.

Sex in the city 2: Seen hotter milfs on intervention.

Nightmare on Elm Street: Oh man. They REALLY respect their die hards. I can't wait til they redo Jason X.

Drug Addict.

Prince of Persia: The sands of time: There's this new video game movie about a prescription pill-popping, cherry eating, yellow circle who chases ghosts.

The Karate Kid: Magine a black kid, who's obviously already good at sports and crime, who takes away the only thing that makes you scared of an asian person without a weapon. Unfair.

BUS-ted.

You kids and your fancy travelling pants. when I was your age. There was no school bus. when we wanted to go on tour, we'd have to walk to the surrounding cities, up-hill both ways in 15 feet of snow in our bare feet.

well Gramps, looks like those days are making a comeback. After 2 solid years (and change), the hardest working member of

Sober mornings, drunken nights.

"Run with the heard" has suddenly passed away. This bus has been a major player in every show and tour we've ever done as a band. It has hosted many pre drinks and after parties around shows locally or abroad.

About 2 hours before 'kicking the can't" the bus would argue that it went down in a blaze of glory being the star of an advertisement shot for Valor Skate Shoes for their new skate video! In a drive to Surrey it sadly had enough and retired to the side of the number 1 Hwy.

Some of you may remember events that went down in this bus. There were improv songs that will never be created again. One song, in particular, was about something happening to you, that made you make the decision, to 'settle' for rape.

The legacy put in to this 'little engine that did' will never be forgotten. There were moments of resilience, perseverance and power that would smash any odds we'd put against it. Of course propane freezes when you stop in Valemount, B.C. when it's 40 below. we're just glad it didn't happen while we were on one of the many mountains it slowly climbed on the way to GRAND PRARIE!!

40, 000 kilometers of building, planning, and growth.

These are things that I wouldn't condone doing to a Toyota Tacoma. when Ford F-150s are parked outside of motels in rural alberta they all talk about the "Legend of the short bus" and it gives them the incentive needed to travel long distances.

This bus has lugged our gear around many areas meeting many people and supporting many things never before possible in other vehicles. Like standing.

Through many climates... climb many hills.

Joey has put a lot in to this bus. Taking a hit for the band, he used it as his personal vehicle though I can guarantee that there were FAR more hours logged by the band. You don't just BUY a bus for your own personal enjoyment. There's obviously plenty of room for your laptop in a Smart Car or a 700 dollar civic.

And only in its absence can we really feel the appreciation for such a noble act. Only in the sudden end can we see how much this party enthusiast of a bus has effected us all.

There are people out there that will remember it forever. I really couldn't take enough photos of Her Majesty as she shined in any soul-capturing moment. People had sex on those vinyl seats.

Many kilometers through this rear view.

It would be a shame to replace such a thing and of course, near impossible. So it has been the shared opinion of the band to have a donation box and throw a fundraising event that helps us along. Something that utilizes some of the bands that have travelled with us or partied in the lovely yellow traveller. we'll keep you posted on that event that will happen at some time in November.

we'll miss you bus. we love you. And hopefully your replacement makes us as happy as you did.

Rwth.