Cold-switch trundle, uphill and gaining,
the morning ahead after hours.
Fluttering in ash, a scent
and the wrong memories of moisture on windows come cutting.
All these little miracles in hindsight,
all that burnt through,
all the sweeter for over.



Love,
the dead minotaur

Labels: vistas

You wouldn't get this from any other guy.

Labels: mash-ups, nine inch nails, rick astley, youtube

Oh yeah that wrap party.


If you were holding your breath for these then I'm sorry you are dead.
Or if you aren't, damn impressed.


Love,
the dead minotaur

Labels: photography, the roomies, wrap party

Following up on my New Year's Resolution.
So far the most comprehensive lyrical deconstruction of Mega Man 2 I've seen yet.
And don't think I've stopped looking.


(more of this kind of radness by these "the adventures of duane and brando" fellows here)
Yes all we do now is look for and re-post rapping over Mega Man.
Forget about our upcoming feature film, the inevitable conclusion to Really Good Reason and whatever the hell else we do.
Welcome to the future.



Love,
the dead minotaur

Labels: adventures of duane and brando, mega man, music, rap, youtube

I am done with you '09.
I am ready for the future.
I am ready for rapping over Mega Man.


I am ready for a future filled with rapping over Mega Man.


So **** off, '09.

(mash-ups by edco0o, thank you for your mashery)

Love,
the dead minotaur

Labels: dead prez, mash-ups, mega man, outkast, youtube

Remember this?
Hope so. Wasn't too long ago.
If you were digging on F1v3.2's tunes, well, I've got some good news for ya.
One of our buddies just happens to sound almost exactly like 'em.
And now he has a home on Mongrel.


It's uncanny, really.
Here's to neither suing the other.


Love,
the dead minotaur

Labels: andrew parish, music, musician

Duck and covered the one-fell-swoop, seasonal stashed as elements blanket.
Awash, sirens flirting in the backdrop, buck and sway,
shake and quake, knuckles white around the world.

Blizzard in the blood again, beating in the blood again.
Tempo and crescendo go it's beating in the blood again.
None to know, none to go and beating beat beat beat again.

This door was locked before.
No clue what for but it's not anymore.
Tuck and roll, the one-fell-swoop,
klaxon intercourse steaming powder sky,
knuckles blanket beat again.


Love,
the dead minotaur

Labels: vistas