SCRIBBLATURE: Dominic Dorsa

Collage work by Dominic Dorsa and collaborative works with Dominic Dorsa, Bryan Uhl, Hillary, Evolve, Snaxzilla, Chris Liedtke, Davie, and the original Ras. Photography by Alese Packer.

..!..SOUNDS..!.. 3/28

Talking Heads

Cat Stevens- Wild World

Pantera- walk

point, click, SHOOT 3/27

Marc Croswell

FUCK WINTER BOMB HILLS!

For all you street urchins, block boys, skaters, and space explorers, we can all agree that winter needs to be cut short by about 3 or 4 months. Well spring is finally here and the good weather shall follow shortly. Until then, here are some vids to watch to get us ready for the hills. enjoy & get hyped. CYN

                                   Doug K.- Solid

Kokomo Joe- Can't Stop the Shine

Gary Collins- Can't Stop the Shine

Stereo Skateboards- A Visual Sound

Dave Caddo

James (Dad aka Hella Cool) Kelch

Freddy Gall- Timecode

Quim Cardona- Real's Non Fiction

CYN Fiend Poems...

THE FURTHERING ADVENTURES OF AN ABSTRACT CONTORTIONIST

By: Shawn Abnoxious ©2012

This...
This is what I have discovered:

My medicine organizer
tells me what day it is.
It's Thursday...
(BIG Fkkn deal)...
(Kill Tomorrow)
This dimensional existence
as/if founded by mistake.
By accident.
Oops...
(Kill Tomorrow)
The prison bars are a bar code.
The prison is everything you see.
I said EVERYTHING...
(Around us)
(Please take note (please))
God is an alien to us
  just as much as we
   are aliens to him...
Contradiction is a weapon.
(Kill Tomorrow)
There's plenty of life right here...
Life to exploit and/or dominate.
USA flags at disaster sites...
They show us (U.S.) its time...
Past T.I.M.E.
...
Time to fight and/or celebrate.
(Kill Tomorrow)
All the machines do their job...
Propaganda in it purest form
does its job...
Appreciation filters through...
Seeps...
The adoring public suckling
on the heifers tit.
Milk it...
Milking IT...
Before IT milks them.
A pre- emptive strike
planned against the accumulated
Nervous Brigade.
(SMASH THEM)
Sleeping is heroic
when sleeping becomes a war.
Meanwhile...
15 headaches later...
Just outside a fortified bunker
stocked with a lifetime worth's
of fucking Doritos....
(Kill Tomorrow)
The 100-Acre Woods
becomes a fancy-dancy...
ANOTHER fancy-dancy strip mall...
Which was, in turn,
tore down
to make way for
an ALL NEW
ALL-DIFFERENT
100 Acres Woods Strip Mall
built in its place.
Obsolescence is a weapon.
(Kill Tomorrow)
Desire lines as veins
twisting thru neighborhoods...
New throughways
for scattering zombie hordes
and value pack bandits feasting
on idle victims of economic martial law.
Economic Martial Law...
Isolating the unwanted.
Keeping them in place...
The ugly working class...
The ones working themselves
to a multi-leveled death...
The ones
that aren't even allowed
a good, decent high
anymore...
Shuffled...
One place to the next
looking for new ways to cheat
the tightening laws and public morals
for the next big way to get
high.
(Kill Tomorrow)
The left ones...
The ones left
to prey upon
blue-light specials
before they prey on you...
Meal-deal dollar menus
are the next highs.
Read the newsletters.
Listen in-between the lines...
Tomorrow is dead.
(Kill Tomorrow)
Act now...
Stab stab stab
(Kill Tomorrow)
Bending to life...
(Kill Tomorrow)
Living to die.
Dying to live.
(Kill Tomorrow)
Life is killing us softly...
Slowly...
(Kill Tomorrow)
Bit by bit...
Morsel by delicious morsel,
in dollar-deal implements...
Kill Tomorrow...
Yesterday is next.
Take a picture...
It'll last longer.

(untitled)

By: Sybilka Storie 2013

There's a race of men that don't fit in,
A race that can't stay still;
So they break the hearts of kith and kin,
And they roam the world at will.
They range the field and they rove the flood,
And they climb the mountain's crest;
Theirs is the curse of the gypsy blood,
And they don't know how to rest.

If they just went straight they might go far;
They are strong and brave and true;
But they're always tired of the things that are,
And they want the strange and new.
They say: "Could I find my proper groove,
What a deep mark I would make!"
So they chop and change, and each fresh move
Is only a fresh mistake.

And each forgets, as he strips and runs
With a brilliant, fitful pace,
It's the steady, quiet, plodding ones
Who win in the lifelong race.
And each forgets that his youth has fled,
Forgets that his prime is past,
Till he stands one day, with a hope that's dead,
In the glare of the truth at last.

He has failed, he has failed; he has missed his chance;
He has just done things by half.
Life's been a jolly good joke on him,
And now is the time to laugh.
Ha, ha! He is one of the Legion Lost;
He was never meant to win;
He's a rolling stone, and it's bred in the bone;
He's a man who won't fit in.
Robert William Service

TopicOfTheDay

topic: the violence within.

Rami Abdelmalek:

I thought it was the final countdown so I went for broke-monetarily physically spiritually-I turned on my instincts and made them worthless as frenemies at the buffet as scrounged for samosas and leftover gyro meat-calling it steak and potatoes-knowing better and not caring (mind tricks the body Body thinks the mind is crazy)I did myself wrong and paid the price I compromised my life for fleeting moments of destruction I avoided the mirror and tethered the dark cloud to my shadow I killed everything I love 

The violent part is not getting stuck in a rut living life staring in the rearview mirror I remain vigilant against the terror that I can revert to I do this for me I do this for you

Jules Sastre:

The weapons of mass destruction, the blades, the fire, and the tears of manipulation live deeply inside a mind and soul. The power of violence decides who becomes the hunter and who bleeds with the prey. Who wins the war and who hides with his lies. Its not the blood on the sidewalk that took over the graveyard but the missiles ripping through the muscles inside. Take down a enemy with words and take down a love with a smile. As the battles decrease so does the body. Wilting away, falling downhill, and taking all that was left of pride. This violence inside does not win the war, only digs the grave.

Jay Shells Drops "Rap Quotes," His Most Site-Specific Street Art Project...

THIS ONES FOR THE HATERS...

MC BREED

SoundsOfTheDay

Greatful Dead- Deep Elem Blues

GRAVEDIGGAZ- DIARY OF A MADMAN

TRASH TALK- F.E.B.N.

Point, Click, SHOOT. Sybilka Storie 3/26

SYBILKA STORIE

Sybilka Storie is Cyncinnati's own brilliant, talented and much loved photographer. Please send the love and check her talent out at her site. We are hyped to have her as a contributor!

Sybilka Storie's photography

.!.SOUNDS.!.

Only positive sounds over here at CYN MOUNTAIN. Sit back, light up, drink up, look up, click the artists name and enjoy.

Upsetters

Johnny Osbourne

Sinead O'Connor

Jah Mason

Harry Nilsson

Buju

NEW SOUNDS...

New Yeah Yeah Yeahs video

THE FALLS...

Jules Sastre

Ashes to ashes, and the dust turns into smoke. The smoke is a pleasure and that pleasure is a intro to the fall. How hard? How long? Make it longer so the aftermath FEELS better. Look away, you dont want to see the things I've seen. Grab my hand, give me your life and we will fall together.

Rami Abdelmalek

I went to a school who's motto was Sursum Ad Summum-rise to the heights but also sink to the depths-weird right? all I took from it is go all out no matter what-aint no half steppin allowed....Rage face or go monk-be of service or be devils advocates...I've spent years walking uphill to go downhill....The lows are equal to the highs The falls equal to the climb...But sometimes we defy gravity and call upon our star roots and find a pleasant limbo Still peaks and valleys-everyone else is drowning and we float..

MUSIC.!.

And this is just the crap I'm into! Tons of fun new music coming out this and the upcoming months. Have a earful and enjoy!

WAVVES new album listen!!!!

/http://pitchfork.com/advance/48-comedown-machine/

Vampire Weekend new Single

monster children

monsterchildren.com

Why be fake when you can be real?!

"You cant't shake hands with a clenched fist."
                                            -Indira Gandhi-

We sometimes have to act polite towards a person we dislike or who has hurt us. So we put on a fake smile and do what we need to do to make things ok. Instead of putting on a fake smile, though, what if we tried smiling for real? Is there something we might like about this person if given a chance? Do we really have a good reason to dislike the person in the first place? Maybe we won't become great friends. But we'll never know unless we open ourselves to the possibility.

MY DISEASE IS...

Shawn Abnoxious

Cynicism.

Jules Sastre

My disease is a Hell that will swarm onto all. Young, old, and the innocent. A fire that will burn, leaving a desire for more. A broken heart, a bleeding vein, a disease that will bring on the wolves.

Rami Abdelmalek

My disease is a rabid hyena My demons never sleep My soul is ravenous it has led me to make decisions against better judgment My disease turned me into an animal that had to be locked in a cage to remember how to be a human That still did not stop me from pursuing death headlong Promises of money women security did not deter me Then I got better I do not know why or how nor am I fully cured but I am better than what I was but my demons never sleep