Replacing my blog at http://pablosmoglives.wordpress.com
The best part of the trip, the part I try to retain at almost any cost, is when you lose all consciousness as to where you are or where you’re going, and are simply piloting the vehicle down the road, trusting that at some point in the past you had t...
Karens have teamed up with The Man to make weed as uncool as possible, by offering a free joint in exchange for a magnetic cyborg jab that messes with your DNA. The idea of putting yourself on a conveyor belt to death in exchange for a tiny amount of...
I didn't have a bank account for 20 years. Between 1999 and 2019, I lived entirely hand-to-mouth, taking my tip-jar donations to the gas station, thrift store, or dollar menu as immediately as necessary for survival. On the occasion I was being pun...
This is my theory of conspiracy theories: People who believe in none of them are the same as people who believe in all of them. If you are frightened away by (or think you're too smart for) a topic because someone else tagged it as a "conspiracy theo...
Aside from my 1-second cameo in the Germs biopic What We Do Is Secret from 2007 (pictured below), I have appeared in many films over the years under the alias "Pablo Smog." Not including my participation in the music-industry allegory Full Metal Jac...
Watching the Israel/Palestine situation escalate, it occurs to me that there are people who will say religion is the problem. If not for religion, we could all just get along. Shouting, Fights, and Dancing at Pro-Israel Protest in Times Square The...
Most people aren't aware that Kubrick originally intended Full Metal Jacket to be an allegory about the death of the music industry, in addition to a biting commentary on the duality of man. From the beginning of the film, when the amateurs, wannabe...
"No One Seems To Hear" is a song I wrote in Austin, TX in 2009. While recording Fabulous Dream, I spontaneously recorded myself singing the lyrics in an entirely different style. I layered bass, guitar, and string samples under the a cappella vocal...
I don’t write poems anymore. I used to write an epic poem on occasion, as an act of artistic intent. The Stumblefish album contains 2 or 3 long, psychedelic garbage poems. I have written many poems. But I don’t sit down to write poems anymore. I...
Wonderland Covered In Tar lostin the weird boilingbrewof ethereal goo,the primordial suitcaseof single-celled shirtsand bacterial shoes where stars are mistaken for planes,madness for brainsstagnation for change where doorscreak open like crickswher...
